#can someone at LEAST get the boy some hand lotion :(

[emmaswanned]

"we were attacked. was it me? it was them. did i do it?"

[littleplantfreak]

Silly/Clumsy WB boys HCs

I see hcs like this and theyre always fun/make me laugh o(｀ω´ )o

Sakura’s food went down the wrong pipe at a restaurant and when the waiter asked if it was because it was too spicy, he insisted through coughing and tears that that definitely wasn’t the case (he could tell they didnt believe him though)

Tsugeura sometimes lets one rip by accident when he’s exercising. Not even a little fart either, the kind that stops everyone from what they’re doing.

One time Nirei stubbed his toe so hard, he fell and grabbed onto the nearest object. Unfortunately that was the back of Sakura’s pants, making him accidentally moon a few people in class.

Word recall is hard sometimes. So when Choji calls an ambulance a ‘hospital truck’ really what can you do? At least he’s using words. Sometimes he just mimes the shape or action of the thing and insists that you know what he’s talking about. Will draw a picture if he gets frustrated enough, but if it’s something intangible? Well it’s a guessing word game. (Togame is the best at it, but Inugami is on Choji’s wavelength enough that he’s pretty accurate too)

Hiragi calls the first years by the wrong name sometimes, like a mom with too many kids. He’ll yell and say Sugishita when he means Sakura, but he does apologize before yelling again.

Because he’s around older guys a lot, Togame sometime uses really old words or sayings. You haven’t hear the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs” or he’s “bleeding like a stuck pig” in years until you’re stuck under an awning during a passing storm or he comes back from a rough fight, nose still bleeding profusely. Also keeps bag balm/cetaphil, some other really good lotion for calluses and dry skin and just kinda slaps it on whatever shishitoren member he sees who’s hands are cracking, saying that the skin won’t heal as well when they’re older so they better take care of it now.

Umemiya’s got the worst habit of losing, dropping, or sitting on his glasses. He doesn’t realize it until he hears the snap and he’s got them taped up until he can go get them fixed again.

Kaji’s kind of a messy eater. Especially with ice cream or food with sauce on it. Started to get better with checking his face after eating after Hiragi slapped a wet wipe on his face after he devoured a rack of ribs, leaving him looking like he’d cannibalized someone

[daenysthedreamersblog]

STRANGERS II - HIS DARLING BLUEBELL

I tried to be good. Am I no good? Am I no good? Am I no good?

If I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick

part one here

summary: your victory tour has ended, and snow throws a party for you to let the bidding war over you begin. but as the time for the final deal draws closer, can president snow truly part with his favorite little victor?

pairings: president!snow x district6! reader

warnings: MDNI! swearing, heavy drinking, non/dub-con touching / kissing, choking, dub-con, fingering, oral sex, power imbalance, slapping, spitting, me trying to describe hair styles, let me know if i forgot anything!

notes: hope you enjoy part two! tysm for reading 🤍

You couldn't sleep without two bottles of wine at least while also baring the train car door with a chair to keep him out. He never came or else you would have heard the banging. He would have tried and most likely succeeded breaking down the door and once again violating your space. You knew it would only enrage him more, locking him out, but it gave you some sense of peace. Allowed you to find sleep underneath piles of blankets surrounded by empty cups.

You also knew if he asked you nicely you would open the door in an instant, and you hated that part of yourself the most.

The train had stopped a long while ago and you waited for someone to retrieve you. You had removed the chair and sat there peacefully until the Avox came within the room beckoning to follow. You did, you followed them off the train and onto the concrete platform. Taking a deep breath, the smoke from the train blowing off into the winds; you found strength in the scent, found yourself wishing that puff of smoke was blowing you away with it.

President Snow was gone leaving you in worried silence wondering what corner he would be lurking around.

The tribute center hadn't changed in the months you had been gone and the ride up the elevator was actually nostalgic. How different life had been back then, how afraid you were for different things. It dinged on the sixth floor allowing you off and your feet gravitated to your old room. You peered to the right, to the door that would never open again revealing the freckle faced boy you had come here with. He had died in the first five minutes of the games and you never knew his name too caught up in your own woes about dying.

"Good afternoon miss." A bright smile greeted you. "President Snow sent me." She was flanked by two others opening kits of instruments and fabric and colored makeup. She had her hand around your back ushering you to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up for him hmm?”

The chill went through you; for him. It might be a figure of speech since he was the President and everything was always inherently his. You lived in his districts, you won his games, you would always be his property, and maybe that’s why he felt a right to your body too. You let them strip you, let them wax and pluck and shave down every part of you until your skin was raw.

They sat you down and styled your hair into elegant waves down your back slicking your bangs against your head and behind your ears to let your hair hang permanently over your shoulders and down your back. They airbrushed makeup onto your face covering your lids in gentle colors, putting a soft pink gloss on your lips. And finally when that was done, when they had rubbed your body down with sweet smelling lotions and perfumes, did they slip on the dress.

It was white, a slight sparkle to it when the light hit it, off the shoulder sleeves hanging against your biceps a slight cowl neckline and bodice that hugged your waist, cinching it in tight. The skirt stopped at your feet the two stylist sliding you into white heels.

"You look absolutely ethereal." The stylist mused running fingers along your hair to get it perfect, smoothing down any stray pieces. "An image of innocence." Your eyes flashed to her, pride gleaming in her face, but the others. They seemed sad, almost ashamed as they turned away from you. "Final touches." She slipped the red rose corsage along your wrist the disgusting smell wafting up to your face. "Perfect. Now wait here until he comes to fetch you."

They left like they came, quickly and without many words leaving you in a heart drumming silence. The room felt like it was caving in and suddenly your breaths were hard to find as panic choked you, the bodice of the dress squeezing your lungs. You spun, gripping the back of the chair to walk, soon grappling for the armchair wanting to rip this dress off so you could breath. You forced an exhale out wrapping your arms around the back trying to rip it off. You couldn't do this, couldn't go out there and let him sell you, let him sell your body. You could hear your heart beat throbbing in your throat as you stumbled over to the small cart holding liquor white knuckles holding onto it to stay standing. You snatched the cap off, throwing it across the room and chugged the burning white liquid down until your insides felt on fire, until most of it was gone.

You threw it at the window, watching it shatter to pieces, but the window never broke trapping you in with light reflected shards of glass. You grabbed a bottle of wine off the cart, fell to the floor with a sob, dizzy and heavy with grief. Maybe you deserved all of this after everything, after killing that boy, after surviving, after some elder family member had rebelled. You ripped the top off the wine and drank deep wallowing in self-pity until your doom came for you.

The door open and closed without protest, no chair would keep him out anyways. You listened to the short clips of his shoes as he came around and stood behind you like a shadow, like a guardian angel. He tsked, squatting down, turning your face towards him. He looked immaculate in a white suit, a single red rose pinned to his chest; a perfect opposite to your ensemble.

A single tear rolled down your cheek as you stared up at him with scared eyes, "Please." You whimpered. “Don’t make me go out there.”

He raised his eyebrow, an amused look on his face, "Oh my darling bluebell." His hold on your face tightened as he yanked you forward forcing you to throw your hands out to brace the floor, "My good little bluebell." His eyes flickered around your face, a cold rage settling in and then his hand was around your neck stealing the breath out of you. You gaped at him, mouth opening and closing trying to force the words out, trying to claw up his arm to pull him off, but he only yanked you closer, bodies flush as your vision split and blurred. "As it is given...it can be taken away." He hissed pressing a bruising kiss to your lips, his hand loosing, the gasp opening up your mouth for him to slip inside.

His tongue was dominating, shoving down your throat as he attempted to devour you whole. It was a mesh of teeth and tongue; his kiss starving, hungry, like the Capitol never gave him enough food and he was planning to eat you. Fingers were digging in, carving out a place for him to control, breath by breath he took out of your chest until finally he pulled back, a string of spit trailing between the two of you.

You opened your mouth to speak, to ask him why he was doing all of this, but the words failed as your wide eyes flickered around his face.

He stood up and went to the door leaving you waiting in a pile of tears and broken glass. He opened the door, "Call Tigris." He instructed to someone outside of the door. Then it closed again, and he took a deep breath, your eyes flashed up to him as he readjusted his pants, the hard bulge in them prominent. He clicked his tongue hands resting on his hips as he stared at the ground, and then down at you still shaking on the floor.

Then he threw off his suit jacket. "Fuck it."

He came striding forward once more with purpose, lust blowing his pupils wide. "No!" You cried out falling back on your butt, crawling backwards until your leg snagged on the dress and you went tumbling to the ground. You rolled trying to scramble to your feet, but his hand had wrapped around your calf where the old scar still sometimes hurt. You clawed and kicked at him, "Please!" The sob broke out, feeling him pushing the pretty white dress up, the unbuckling sound ringing in your ears too loudly. "I've been good! I've been so good." You shook your head as he pinned your legs down with his hips. "Please Mr. President sir," Tears rolls down your cheeks. "Haven't I been good? Your good girl, please don't do this." You tried to fake tenderness by running your fingers down his arm, but nothing stopped him. It all fell on deaf ears as his hands found the hem of your underwear and he began to pull down. You thrashed more, cried and clawed at him, but he seemed content to ravage you.

"Coriolanus." A woman's voice shot through the room and he stilled atop of you hands slowly leaving from under the dress.

He sighed, his forehead pressing into yours as if it had been such a ruined intimate moment. He began to climb off, straightening himself up again. "Tigris." He said smoothing down his hair. "Get her cleaned up I'll be back in a half-hour."

You laid there in silence listening to him leave, listening to the door close with his exit the sound throbbing in your head. She finally came around staring at you disheveled on the floor. "Come on." She grabbed your hand helping you up, and back into the chair in front of the vanity. It wasn't horrible considering all that had happened. Your lipstick was smudged with small marks of mascara tracks down your face, which she solved in a matter of minutes. Your hair had only needed a quick brush and more spray to fix. Then you were perfect again; like he had never touched you. The feeling remained; his hungry lips on yours, his devouring hands. Your lip began to wobble as water welled, "Don't cry." You blinked up at her, "Please." She whipped out a handkerchief and dabbed at the corner of your eye to prevent the liquid from spilling over. "Are you alright?"

You only stared at her with furrowed brows at the dumbest question she could have asked. You pushed her away gathering shaking breaths as you turned from her.

"He..." She sighed still looking at you. "He is...he just..." You glared at her over your shoulder and she dropped her voice, "I'm sorry he is doing this you."

"If you were sorry," You seethed letting your anger show. It was rare. "You wouldn't fix me up so he can sell me like a prized mare!"

Tigris frowned truly saddened by the words taking a step back like you had slapped her. "I'm sorry." She said again grabbing her things and beginning to retreat. "I'm sorry." She went to the door opening it, "Coriolanus." She said staring up at him. "Can I speak w-!"

"Go." He gritted out as she stumbled out of the door and into the hall. He slammed the door behind her. He stared at the closed door for a second, took a deep breath, then turned to take you in once again, "Perfection." He smiled as you slowly turned to fully look at him. He came forward and your foot slid back, "Oh my little bluebell." He mused continually moving for you. "I didn't mean to mess up your makeup." He took your hands in his not really offering anymore of an explanation. "Can you forgive me?" He kissed your knuckles staring at you expectingly from under his lashes.

What were you to say to the president of Panem? No?

"I forgive you, Mr. President, sir."

He beamed, hands coming around your face, "That's my good girl." His thumb caressed your cheek, "Now give me a kiss." You sucked in a breath and let him guide you to his mouth pressing your lips to his own. He hummed gently against you, tongue sweeping along your bottom lip, but he pulled back your gloss shining on his plush mouth. "Don't want to make us late." He pushed stray pieces of hair off your neck and tucked your arm in his elbow to lead you out of the room. "I have a few people I want you to meet..." He kept talking but you drowned him out as he walked you down the hallway his grip borderline painful.

He ushered you out into the hall with ohs-awes echoing around everyone straining to get a look at the Capitol's pet until the next games rolled around. Snow was speaking motioning to you and once everyone had toasted to him, the Capitol, the games did he begin to pull you around the room; a pretty accessory on his arm.

"Isn't she lovely." He said introducing you to a herd of men staring greedily. You stared ahead, far away as you heard him whisper about you, something about being well behaved, a few chuckles followed and pocket books opened, "Come," He opened his arm wide for you to walk forward. "Introduce yourself."

Your name sounded foreign, like it didn’t belong to you anymore as you shook their hands. "Nice to meet you sir," With each pleasantry and curtsy. It went around and around until you felt dizzy with each turn you made to meet someone new, someone who wanted to buy a body because 23 others had died. For some reason it made you curl against your fearsome President more as if he would stop these vultures from descending upon you; how ironic. You tugged on his hand to make him look. How dark his blue eyes seemed to get seeing you clinging to him like a savior.

"What is it?" He dropped his voice his hand patting yours.

You gazed up with pleading eyes, "I need a drink."

"Yes, of course." He leaned lower stroking your chin, "Not too much remember?" You nodded as he straightened up and smiled.

"Will you excuse me gentlemen?" You peered at the circle of buyers.

One had his arm wrapped around your bicep and your eyes flared up as he yanked you, "I can walk you over there."

No, no, no. You wildly searched for Snow behind his tall frame, and didn't have to look for long as a hand appeared on the man's chest, "Get your hands off her before I have them removed from your body." His voice was low. The man scoffed. This is what they were there for; me, and their president was stopping their grubby, money stained hands. Snow stepped closer, "Did I not make myself clear."

The hand fell off you and you rubbed the redness, "You promised that we-!"

"I didn't promise anything." Snow stood tall staring down his nose at the man. "Especially not to you." He waved a hand and you heard peacekeepers moving in, his eyes met yours, "Go."

"Mr. President, sir." You hid the shake in your voice as you slipped away hearing the whispers of praise about the view walking away was giving them. You didn't look back as you charged to the refreshments table grabbing the expecting flute from the servant's hand. You chugged it swiftly before anyone could notice and then forced them to refill. This time you drank it slower, body still lagging from the liquor you had drowned in earlier. If you kept in a constant daze everything felt a little more distant, like your drunk mind had made it up, fabricated the story.

"He sure does seem to like playing with you." Your head snapped to the young woman, the victor from District 4. "Mags," She smiled. She slid up besides you, nursing her own flute of champagne, "It gets easier."

"When?"

She chuckled, "When they get bored, when other victors emerge. You got bad luck, you're the first female victor since my games." Which was four games ago, "They're salivating simply to smell you." She took a sip from her flute, "You should have never told him you were a virgin."

Your eyes were wild. "H-How?" Don't stutter darling, your mother's voice, It isn't proper.

"You think he wouldn't 'leak' that to the posse he sells us all to?" Mags shook her head, "It's made mutts of them all."

"It was an accident." You took a shaky breath remembering that day on the train. "I thought something was going to happen and I wanted him to st-!"

Her hand grabbed your arm, "He's touching you?" Her grip grew firm, "Isn't he?"

You drained the flute to avoid her seeing your horridly confused face, "Did he not..."

"No, never." Her face held genuine concern. "Some minor comments, but no he never. Didn't parade me around on his arm, didn't coordinate outfits," Mags scoffed, "He made me wear this ugly teal thing as homage to my district." You couldn't speak, couldn't seem to settle yourself. "Maybe because of the whole new victory tour he felt he could get away with more. He does like his power-trips, and you're such a obedient little thing. His cock probably is straining in his pants just looking at you all pouty." You set the flute down holding your hand to your head to stop the thoughts from pouring out, dizzy with her words. They felt so brutal like the blows were hitting you in the heart. "Oh dear. I'm sorry I really never know when to shut-up." She turned you to face her, "It's alright. Here." She grabbed a fresh flute of champagne and forced it into your hands, "The first time is the hardest, after that it gets easier and once they get bored it will stop. You need to be strong okay?" Her hands ran down the skin of your arms as if trying to warm your soul. "It will be over soon. I'm here. I understand, all the victors do."

You drained your flute like it was the air you needed. "Why is he doing this to me?"

Mags only frowned sadly, "I don't know. I used to hear stories about him, before he was President. Rumors says during the 10th Hunger Games he was a mentor, but theres no proof, everything got wiped. Afterwards, he got shipped to District 12 for some rules he broke during school. When he came back he was different; he came back that man." Your eyes landed on him across the room, and he was watching you over the rim of his glass. "Something changed in him out there, and ever since he's been working his way to the top, keeping the Games, making them more brutal and publicized each year."

"What do I do?" You pleaded with her.

She tried to smile taking your hand, but it never reached her eyes, "Be careful. He's dangerous, and let's just say, I'm surprised anyone is going to bid for you seeing the way he keeps you so close." She had this look indicating she wasn't sure what was worse; the leeching men or Snow's protection. It wasn't sound advice, but you tucked it close because what else were you supposed to do; burn the Capitol down.

No one person couldn't do that.

You glanced back at him, anger laced in his stare as men talked at him.

You knew which was worse.

It was midnight by the time you stumbled into your room kicking your shoes off towards the far end of the wall and grabbing the brown liquor you had left from earlier. Your stomach garbled with hunger, but you just tossed the glass decanter cap away hearing it shatter behind you and pushed the bathroom door open. You turned the faucet on setting the glass container down to attempt to undo the bodice of the dress. You got half way down before you gave up unable to reach, too tired, too drunk, too ogled at to care. You climbed into the tub, decanter in hand, the water soaking into the fabric weighing you down as you slid into it. How pathetic. How was this the epitome of desire, a drunken, wet, sad little girl.

Maybe that was how they liked them.

You turned the water off with your foot as it sat just under your chin, wet hair floating around you. You took another long drink eyes heavy, brain swirling with everything Mags had told you tonight. You couldn't make sense of it all, not now, a part of you didn’t ever want to figure it out, it was simply too much to dissect and what good would it do. He was still going to sell you off to whoever he wanted until your name was a joke they spoke over whiskey.

Ugly red rose petals floated around you from the ruined corsage around your wrist. Your ears were underwater, the idea of drowning yourself more appealing the more sleep pulled you under. The water dulled the sound of the bathroom door closing, but there he was staring down at you in the bath. He was dressed down, his suit jacket gone, dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, his perfect hair slightly curled in some parts. He almost looked normal, handsome even if you allowed yourself to admire it. You picked your head up as he knelt beside the tub, "You could have called for help to take the dress off."

"I was impatient." You took a swig from the bottle a glare in your eyes.

"I can tell." He chuckled, his fingers dancing on the edge of the water, playing with soaked rose petals, urging you to disagree with the movement. "I saw you speaking to Ms. Flanagan.”

You glanced over at him. He was expecting an answer and you couldn't tell him the true meaning of the conversation or else Mags could get in trouble. "That it must be nice to be President Snow's favorite victor." You took another drink, "I told her that isn't true, it would be wrong of you to pick favorites."

He smiled to himself, "It isn't wrong; I do have a favorite."

“Did he not…"

“No, never.”

You knew he wasn't lying, knew in the way his eyes drank you in he wasn't lying. He took a deep breath, folding up his sleeves, coming around the back of the tub, "I did a lot of thinking." His hand came up to your neck, running down the wet flesh, fanning your hair out of the way. "And you were right." His lips were pressing against your jugular kissing down and across your shoulders his hands following the same trail.

"About what?" Your chest was rising and falling too fast vision blurring, brain clouded.

His mouth was against your ear, "You have been so good to me." He bit down on your ear. His hand was dipping further into the water until it was fighting your heavy skirt to get underneath, "And I've been so selfish."

You froze as you watched in horror as his hand disappeared underneath the skirts of the dress. He shifted his other hand coming around to float down your chest. He was under the hem of your underwear as your lips parted in a gasp feeling the slide of his fingers against your folds. Your hands were coming up to stop him, "Mr. President plea-!"

Two fingers sunk into you. You cried out, hips bucking at the contact, but his other arm slammed you back into the tub, "Shh, shh, it's okay." He whispered into your ear. "It will feel good." He kissed your neck, his other hands slipping under the neckline to grip your breast. You had your claws in his arm as he slowly moved his fingers inside of you.

Conflicting feelings began to arise within you, you felt fear at the intrusion, but your face burned as pleasure shot through your body. It shouldn't feel good, but he said it would, and so it did. Him touching you this way shouldn't bring a blush to your cheeks, an aching throb to your core. He was curling his fingers inside of you stroking a deep sweet spot you could never reach on the nights you had tried to explore your own body. At the same time his thumb brushed over your nipple kneading your breast into his hand.

You felt your hands slipping off of him.

"Let me make you feel good. I know you want to, can feel your pussy sucking me in." You chewed on your lip turning your face from him as your knees involuntarily curled up, spreading you open more for him, "There you go," his husky voice said in your ear as he once again shifted to push his hand inside further, the other squeezing your breast. You bit back the noise gurgling in your throat; no your body had betrayed you enough, you would not let him hear it too. "I saw you," He panted nearly engulfing you with his chest. "I saw you looking at me, clinging to me, begging me to save you from those men who want to take you from me." His thumb swirled around the sensitive bud between your legs and your hand shot up twisting into his shirt, toes curling, "I wanted to fuck you in front of them all, watch them drool as I take what is mine and not theirs." His thrust were vicious, his thumb pressing down, the other hand pinching and rolling your nipple. "Mine." He hissed against your hot skin.

You threw your head back against his chest the moan breaking from the confines of your throat. His eyes were there to greet you, his hand pulling off your breast to wrap into your hair forcing you to stay put, to keep staring at him. Because he wanted to see your face as he made you come undone, as he burned through you like wildfire. Yours eyes screwed up, fast pants leaving your agape mouth, and all you could do was keep his gaze as he brought you to the peak of ecstasy.

"Cum for me," He growled, "Be my good girl and cum right now." Maybe it was the trained etiquette built in, maybe it was him, but your body clamped down on his hand stars spilling into your vision as you came. It felt like betrayal; it felt wrong to let the pleasure leak out of your body as his hand stayed rooted within you. His mouth was on yours stealing breath from your lungs as he shoved his tongue between your teeth. It was possession and ownership and it was all his to command. His bit down on your bottom lip tugging until his teeth broke skin, and then he was kissing you again the taste of rust filling your mouth, brain unsure what to feel but the pain oozing from the open wound and the delicious pulsing between your legs.

You couldn't kiss him back. Couldn't do anything but lay limp in the water for him. You came down from the high he had given you confused as the bliss danced down your spine. Until finally his hand slipped out of you, the emptiness tugging in a weird place and you stared at him blankly. He kissed your lips again, gently like it would break you. Your bottom lip was trembling as he pushed you forwards undoing the rest of the dress. It felt so wrong, everything, he had violated you in a such a way and you had let him because your body couldn't avoid the pleasure he had made you feel

He pulled you out of the soaking dress, and picked you up from the bath, head lolling against his chest. You were naked and dripping when he placed you on the bed not caring enough to even dry you off as stray red petals clung to your skin. He was still pawing at you as you stared up at the ceiling, hands on your naked flesh, nails digging in where he wanted to grab. "So soft," You heard him mutter his mouth tasting along your body, drinking in your moisture.

Your head was somewhere else, the alcohol, the orgasm, the exhaustion was dragging you under. You couldn't quite see him anymore, "Please," You mumbled his tongue circling your nipple, fingers inside your sopping cunt once more. "I'm so tired." Tears were rolling down your cheeks, or was that simply water from the bath? Why were you crying if it felt good? He hadn't forced himself inside your mouth, inside you, he was rewarding you for your good behavior.

"Shh." He only hushed you. "Close your eyes." You did close your eyes unable to keep them open, a soft whine leaving your throat as he pushed your legs apart, "Look at you," His voice sounded underwater he was still speaking, but you couldn't hear him anymore his hand viciously thrusting inside of you. "Do you like that?"

You were whispering something, but couldn't feel the words your head being pulled into the pillow fingers clawing at him, for him.

"You do." You felt warmth between your legs and soon his head was there, his tongue licking up the center of you a smile beneath it all.

You orgasmed one more time before blackness pulled you under.

You awoke to an empty bed. You groaned barely able to open your eyes the air hitting your bare chest. He had left you here, alone and drenched in your own arousal. Your thighs were soaked and sticky his own pleasure splattered across your breast. You wanted to sob, each shaky breath hurt your ribs, but the tears never came. Because as you stroked your fingers through everything he had pulled out of you, you knew you had let this happen, you had let him do this to you. Your body had given itself over willingly to him as you rubbed the proof between your fingers. You wanted to feel shame; you wanted to feel broken, but all you felt was left over euphoria from what he had given you.

He had never fucked you; you would have known. You would feel the pain of something like that, see the blood as he broke through your maidenhead. No, he had just feasted on your flesh, drained every drop he could and abandoned you here. You rolled over, body sore from what he had done and slowly rose from the bed.

Then you padded to the bathroom, reran the bath, and soaked his touch off.

The stylist team came again, Tigris came again. Curling your hair, pinning it half up-half down, smearing on more makeup, and sliding you into a chiffon lavender dress. Another image of innocence; a sweet girl pliant for men.

"How are you?" She asked placing more foundation in a mark he had pressed into the flesh on your neck. He had tried to be careful, biting and bruising what no one could see loosing control most of the time, but you saw it. Saw the outline of every half moon cut he had made, the teeth indents of his mouth, the deep blues and purples littering your skin. He fashioned himself an artist; your naked body was his masterpiece signing his name is white pleasure.

You blinked up at her, "Why me?" You didn't think you could trust her with the knowledge Mags had told you; that he had never touched her, and instead singled you out.

Her brush slowed, "I don't know."

"I'm no one, just a girl from District 6." You glanced down as she pulled her hand back. "I'm nobody."

"You're not." She whispered. "You're a-you won." Her back was to you as she set down her things, "He..."

You waited until she turned back around to look into her eyes, "He's a monster." She saw some goodness in him that wasn't there and you had no idea why.

Tigris was abhorred. "I don't know why he's doing this. He's possessive and his obsession drives him mad sometimes. I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She packed her things quickly leaving the room in a panicked rush as you sat in silence.

An Avox came by an hour later leading you down the elevator and out where a sleek black car waited on the curb. Your heart stuttered as the door was held open for you a hand outstretched to help you inside. He was sitting within, red leather seats sinking you in. "How did you sleep?" He brushed a knuckle over his lips to hide the smirk as the door closed behind you.

"Good." You lied. It was deep, but waking up was jarring. You still felt the ache of his touch inside of you, the feel of his mouth wrapped around your clit. "Thank you Mr. President, sir."

His hand fell on your thigh. "I'm having you moved to the mansion." He told you, "I don't like you being so far away where I can't protect you." You swallowed the look in your eyes asking him, from what? "These men are desperate for you," He stroked your leg an attempt at a reassuring look in his eyes. "I'm afraid at what they might do before a deal is set. I want you close, where I know where you are all the time."

He wanted you in his cage, but he did have a point. "Thank you Mr. President, sir." Your heart thudded heavily in your chest. You didn't want a deal set, you didn't want other men hunting you down and taking more pieces of you. "Are we..." You gazed out the window. Are we going to one of them now, you wanted to ask.

"Yes and no; he'll come by the house later. I think you'll like him." He turned towards the window. "I want to show you something first." The drive was quiet. You were too afraid to ask anymore question in fear it would break your resolve further. He kept his hand on your leg and when the car stopped he held onto you tightly leading you away from the road towards his home. "You showed me yours; I think it only fitting I show you mine." He whispered close to your ear gripping around your waist as he led you down a side path towards what seemed to be a large greenhouse.

"Oh." You said staring up at it. It was a formidable beast defiantly more kept than your lousy garden at home. Was it even home anymore? You weren't quite sure of anything anymore. He had given you no inclination on when he would let you return. Perhaps when the 'deal' was set you would be allowed to leave until a new victor emerged. He opened the door for you leading you inside letting it click close. The room was covered in roses, just roses. "It's beautiful," You lied taking it all in. He had every color, but white roses took up most of the space, like they were beginning to dominate every root in the soil. It was too pristine, too clean to be anything but frighteningly horrid.

The greenhouse door locked into place, and your breath halted with it. You focused on a blooming white rose running your fingers along the soft petals. You don't know why the idea of being alone with him still scared you when he had seen you at your most vulnerable. "Did you enjoy last night?"

"The party was wonderful." You absentmindedly said; it wasn't what he was inquiring about.

He chuckled his footsteps slow coming closer, "Yes it was a nice party for you," He was standing behind you now. "Everyone was enchanted by you," He trailed his fingers down your skin. "They wouldn't stop talking about all the different ways they wanted to fuck you," His chest was pressing into your back as his hand slithered around your body coming up to your neck to grip your jaw, "But I got to taste your pleasure first, got to feel the softness of your tongue around my cock, got to hear all the pretty noises you make." Your throat bobbed feeling the hardness press into your backside as his thumb pressed into your bruised lip. "I know you enjoyed last night, my darling bluebell, by how drenched my face was buried in your sweet cunt for hours."

Hours. He had been there for hours between your legs, touching you, stealing from you, feasting on you while you were blacked out. You couldn't speak, couldn't move as the vision choked the air from you, his mouth dragging along the tense muscle in your neck.

"Do you still feel me down there?" He was bunching up the skirts of your dress. And maybe deep inside your brain it remembered him drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you because your body heated, your core grew slick. Treachery coursed through you at your body, at the fact it was less weary of him than you were. "You're fucking wet." He laughed as if he too was astounded by the moistness gathering in your panties as he rubbed his hands along the front of them. He became ravenous after then shoving his hand inside of you with such a force you fell forward. Potted plants clattered to the ground in a pile of dirt and glass, but he didn't care. He only shoved his hand deeper his body curling around you, enveloping you, "You're so fucking soft; like fucking rose petals." He pressed a third finger inside of you and you bit down on the scream, a small whine floating through the quiet air as he stretched you open. "You want my cock inside of you don't you?" He bit down on your neck, "You want me to fill you so badly, you want me to be the one to do it."

"No!" You cried out as he slammed your chest to the table the plants once sat on. The room was filled with the squelching sounds his hand made every brutal thrust into you, your arousal dripping down your legs. You gripped the table feeling him pulling your skirts up around your back, ripping off your underwear leaving you bare for him. You knew deep down your body would take him, suck him in greedily, allowing him to live there while you writhed in agony and embarrassment. Maybe it had something to do with the small power you felt that he was unable to control his desire for you, or maybe it was simple need. Wicked, cruel thing human nature seemed to be, she laughed at you while allowing him to take more, more, more.

You kicked your leg out trying to buck him off, but he slammed your head back down slapping your backside harshly, "Behave." He growled. You yelped as he slapped you once more his hand pulling out of you. He held you down by a large hand on your head as you squirmed, listening to him unsheathe himself.

"Please," You whimpered. "Please you don't want to do this. You-you said...you'll ruin me for your deal and-and-!”

He spit in your face the warmth of it landing along the corner of your lips and cheek. It trickled into your mouth and your tongue darted out for more. "Don't stutter." He yanked your hips back, "And be my good girl and fucking take it." You were crying now, crying as more wetness slipped out of you, crying as he ran his cock along your folds, crying as the tip of him lined up with your entrance, crying as you wanted him inside you so badly it burned.

A knock on the glass door stilled him before he could push inside of you and you nearly passed out from relief. "Sir?" Someone called inside, "Your guest has arrived."

You were taking large gulps of air every shake of your body rocking against the tip of him. "I'll be right there." He shouted back angrily. He was motionless behind you a deep frustrated sigh the only reminder he was there, a few moments from taking what he so desperately wanted it seemed. "Get on your knees." He pulled your body up and forced you to the ground, bare knees scraping in the broken glass. "Open your mouth." Your body relaxed as you took him; you knew this, you had been through this, you could take it, mouth moist from his spit. He wasn't as kind as before, if you could even call that kind. Forcing his cock to the back of your mouth, snapping his hips against your face as he yanked your hair around to move your head, "So good. So," Snap. "Fucking," Snap. "Good." He had your face buried within his skin as your tongue involuntarily swiped around him feeling his movements stutter at the unwarranted sensation. "You fucking like my cock inside your mouth." You weren't sure, but it was becoming familiar and the safer option, and you didn’t mind the taste of him. He reached down grabbing your hand pulling it to the shaft swirling around it with your palm, "Do it yourself sweet girl, do what I tell you."

So you did. You did what he wanted you to do, swirling your hand around the shaft, took his cock deeper until you gagged letting the spit spill out of the corners of your mouth. Your tongue ran along the head until his movements grew erratic and his thigh became taut hot ropes of cum spilling down your throat.

"Swallow it." He commanded snapping your jaw shut after he pulled out. "All of it." His breaths were heavy. You gazed up at him feeling the remnants trickle down your throat. His eyes were dark, demanding, obsessive. "I want you to kiss his cheek with my cum still on your breath." He left you on the ground as he went to the door. "Clean her up, get her ready for lunch." He called to some servant.

You glanced down at the dirt staining your chest from where he slammed you, the blood blooming on the dress from your scraped knees, your smeared makeup no doubt. You let them help you up and cart you back to the house.

An hour later, and now a pink dress covering your skin, you sat down at the table. It was a small thing, set to fit only six people in a small room cascaded in sunlight. The windows were open letting in warm air and a breeze that ruffled the curtains. He sat to the chair next to you cutting into his food while he spoke to you...buyer. The highest bidder.

The man was handsome, maybe a tad older than the darling President, but not by much. He had dark hair and darker eyes a slight shadow of a beard gracing his features. He wore a light blue suit that was almost tacky compared to Snow's deep green. You shook your head at the ridiculousness of comparing the two, comparing the buyer to the seller.

And yet, President Snow's presence comforted you, which in turn disgusted you. It gave you a headache and you drank dainty sips from your cup of sparkling wine hoping to avoid the feelings this afternoon was invoking from you. A mere hour ago he was shoving his cock down your throat, and you had savored the flavor of him. Now he was wanting money for your virtue. You glanced across the table once more.

You had won the games, and this was your peace they had promised.

There was no winning. Only surviving.

He left after an hour long lunch barely speaking to you at all, but when he left he grabbed you. He pulled you in close hand blatantly spread across your back side as he forced you to kiss his cheek. Could he smell it? Could he smell his President's cum stuck between your teeth?

When he left Snow had an anger to him which surprised you given the fact he was the one pawning you off, he should be happy.

Your eyes met, sunlight heating your back from the window as you watch his teeth grind together never looking away from you. Then your face began to fall, knees wobbling, at the realization of the reason behind his anger.

He forced you away without another word.

PART THREE HERE!

( its disgustingly smutty so bring holy water )

notes: this had WAY too much plot sorry lmao

tags: @astarborntowrite , @genderfluid-anime-goth , @merlieve , @darktrashsoulbear

[dwellinginsilence]

Just my favorite screenshot of this guy. 🔞Under the line is my version of Sebastian's NSFW Alphabet. MDNI🔞 divider by @cafekitsune

❤️‍🩹A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) His main concern is you, especially when he’s been particularly rough and needy. He gets you water and makes sure you drink it. He massages your shoulders and back, rubs lotion into your wrists (or wherever there may be some kind of rope burn).  After that, if you’re not too sleepy, he’ll prepare a bath for you where he cleans you. When it’s time for sleep, he wraps you in a warm blanket, curls up next to you, and plays with your hair until you fall asleep, refusing to sleep until you do. The entire time he presses soft kisses to anywhere he can reach and praises you for doing so well. 

👤B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favorite part of his body is his hands. They’ve always been sensitive since he plays music. Since they’re so sensitive, touching, even the simplest of ways, stimulates him (not just sexually). He loves touching you everywhere, all the time, and constantly has his hands in your hair.  If asked, he’d tell people he loves your hips. They’re wide and soft and he loves digging his fingers into your flesh when he mounts you. They also bring out a possessive desire to get you pregnant (whether or not you both want children). In reality, his favorite part of your body is the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Every time he hugs you, he automatically buries his nose in that spot. He can smell your scent strongest there and feel your pulse which brings him peace. He also loves your eyes because you can’t hide your feelings and he loves your lips because…and your hands…he could go on and on and on….

💦C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He loves making you cum and he strives for multiple orgasms every time and isn’t satisfied until you’ve cum at least twice. Making you squirt is his favorite even if it doesn’t happen nearly often enough, it makes him feral.  Cumming inside you is his favorite, although he won’t turn down anything. He gets off on watching his cum leak from you. It shows he owns you (but you own him just as much and he’s the first to admit it)-which connects to his…

🤐D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) After he cums inside you and gets his fill of watching it drip out, he likes going down on you. Tasting himself on your sex is the ultimate show of his ownership of you. 

🔢E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He doesn’t have much experience before you, at most a couple make out sessions with some clumsy fondling. He remembers how much his father doted on his mother and promised himself he wouldn’t have sex with someone until he felt like that.  With that being said, he listened to older boys talk and eavesdropped on girls whispering in the corners and read not only anatomy books but romance novels, so he doesn’t have practical knowledge but he uses what he’s gathered and listens to you. 

🧘🏻‍♀️F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) It’s a hard choice because he loves watching your face when you come undone, but he’d have to say doggy style. The depth he reaches, the way he can hold your hips for leverage, how hard he can pound into you, and the sounds you make…it all makes for a very heady combination. 

🃏G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Sebastian’s greatest joy is seeing you laugh and smile, besides he’s naturally mischievous, so as serious as sex is because he’s serious about you, he likes having fun, not to mention he loves the way your body tightens around him when you laugh while he’s inside you. 

💈H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Groomed neatly, not completely shaved. The idea of a razor so close makes him uneasy.  On you, he doesn’t care. He wants you comfortable and he’s infatuated no matter what. 

❤️‍🔥I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) His greatest concern in everything is you. Regardless of his playful nature, you’re his love so he always makes sure you’re comfortable and never does anything too harshly. Even when he is rough, he leaves little kisses where he can reach and praises you.  As far as other times, he’s a toucher. It’s his love language and he really likes to show you his love. Between cuddles, nuzzles, hand holding, and (his favorite) big hugs he’s always being physically intimate.

✊🏻J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Before he found you, it was something he did regularly, usually not imagining anyone specific, but the general shape and feel. He’s a Victorian man, respecting women has been pounded into him. Besides, he has a sister, and he’d be most displeased to know someone thought of her that way so he can’t bring himself to do that. Until he meets you because no matter how hard he tries to think of anything else, you’re there, always. Once you become intimate, he rarely does it unless you’re watching because he’s much rather be inside you. 

⛓️K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He doesn’t embarrass easily but it takes him a while to share his kinks and fantasies with you. Being a Victorian man, he feels like anything other than utmost respect isn’t loving to you. But he has a dark side, even if he tries to hide it. So when you confide you like how it hurts when he holds your hips too tight when he loses control and you wonder how it might feel for him to spank you, he loosens the strings on his own secrets.  He never wants to harm you, but breath play fascinates him and he thinks he’d like both of you to try it. Whether or not he likes it, if you do then he’ll keep doing it.  He likes tying you up, not just wrists behind your back, but full body rope. He feels like a kid on Christmas morning getting to open the present he’s been waiting all year for.  And his most secret kink, that he takes a long time to divulge and still isn’t even sure he wants to indulge in, is his friends watching you two. As much as he’s loathe for another man to see you naked, it ties in with his desire to own you and there’s no mistaking you’re his if everyone can see him claim you. 

🌍L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Other than his fantasy of his friends watching, he isn’t much of an exhibitionist, but there’s something about taking you in the Restricted Section of the library in Hogwarts that gets him going every time he thinks about it. And when you're exploring caves and what not, he gets worked up fighting by your side. Watching you fight and be violent makes him rather impatient to have you. Otherwise, a bedroom. He likes taking his time and doesn’t want to be rushed because you’re doing it in public areas. 

👍🏻M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You. He doesn’t need more than that. But your laugh does get him hotter than anything else. And seeing that look in your eye that tells him if he bent you over he’d find you wet already. 

🚫N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) NonCon even Consensual NC is a no go.  The second “no”, “don’t”,  “stop”, or anything similar comes out of your mouth he’s done and he’ll be hard pressed to touch you at all for the rest of the day. Growing up abused he often felt helpless and even though his abuse wasn’t sexual, it’s too close in his mind and he won’t subject you to it.  Feet and all body fluids and excrement (except sexual ones) are turn offs. He just can’t get his head into that space.   No multiples. You’re his, he’s yours. Period. There’s no chance he’ll let anyone come into your bed. 

👄O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Loves it. All of it. All the time.  He doesn’t usually like to cum in your mouth for previous reasons, but he loves you going down on him for a little while. Watching you take his entire length makes him dizzy every time. If he does finish in your mouth, before you swallow he likes to see it.  Going down on you may be his favorite thing. The noises you make are unlike any others and he loves the way you pull his hair. On top of that he loves the way you smell and taste and knowing it’s all for him makes it even better. 

💨P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) There’s a time and place for everything and he’s incredibly in tune to your needs, so as long as he gets inside you he doesn’t care how you need it. If you have no need that day, his personal choice is usually fast and hard. Not because he doesn’t like to savor or feel every sensation but he is usually out of patience by the time he gets inside you. 

⏳Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) As mentioned before, he’s not huge into quickies. He likes taking his time with you and some of his kinks and fantasies need time. Sometimes if it’s been a while since he’s had you or if you look particularly tempting in the morning and he doesn’t have time, between classes or lunch he’ll take a quickie to get him through the rest of the day. Usually they don’t satiate his hunger and he’s even more ravenous by the time evening comes. 

‼️R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Other than the library and his fantasy in front of his friends he isn’t into public sex.  He’s up for trying anything at least once (except for his few hard limits). If you want it, he’ll do it even if it’s not his favorite.

👟S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He refuses to cum before you. He just won’t. Once he does, he’s perfectly content to continue pleasuring you. And it usually doesn’t take him long to get ready for the next round. If you’re up for it, he’ll be ready. 

🪀T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Not a huge fan of toys. He likes to be the one pleasing you. He does enjoy light bondage, so he has a variety of ropes. But even for spanking he’d rather feel the sting in his hand than use a paddle. 

🥺U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He rarely teases. He wants you to cum and he wants you to cum a lot. If anything, he enjoys overstimulating you. 

📢V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He’s a damn animal. He likes hearing you so he doesn’t shy away from letting you know what you do to him. He moans, growls, hisses, constantly praises you and whispers absolute filth in your ear. The louder, the better. 

❓W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Dirty talk gets him off. He loves getting dirty notes left for him. Or a quick “I can’t wait to feel your cock deep inside me,” as you pass each other. The first time you said “cunt” he lost his damn mind.  On the opposite side of the spectrum, he may enjoy calling you a dirty slut while he’s buried inside you, but afterward you’re his beautiful girl and he loves you. He is forever telling you how good you are and how proud he is, how you impress him, make him fall all over again. When he’s not actively trying to make you cum he worships you. 

🩻X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Freckles, everywhere. They used to embarrass him until you spent an entire night trying to kiss each one. He’s tall, but he isn’t lean. Being a beater while at Hogwarts toned his body and his career keeps him in the same shape (unless he’s a professor, but then he enjoys helping the Slytherin team practice and likes to beat bludgers when he’s had a rough day).

💗Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Constantly. He’s always ready for you. Even when he was younger, he was easily aroused. You may not be able to have sex as frequently as you’d like with crazy life but all you need to do is whisper his name and he’s ready. 

🛏️Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He’s makes sure your taken care of, so he won’t fall asleep until you do, but then he’s out quickly and sleeps like the dead. 

divider by @cafekitsune

NSFW Alphabet

❤️‍🩹A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

👤B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

💦C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

🤐D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

🔢E = Experience (how experienced are they?)

🧘🏻‍♀️F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

🃏G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

💈H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

❤️‍🔥I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

✊🏻J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

⛓️K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

🌍L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

👍🏻M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

🚫N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

👄O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

💨P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

⏳Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

‼️R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

👟S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

🪀T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

🥺U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

📢V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

❓W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

🩻X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

💗Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

🛏️Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

[yourtwistedlies]

THATS RIGHT

your girl val binged the entire first season of the dragon prince

potential spoilers under the cut

Lord Viren is a snake

ratty little scumbag

i don’t like him ONE BIT

but let’s move onto more pressing matters while i get back to that later

the king is dead *jazz hands*

okay so i have a sneaking suspicion that the letter he gave callum was a letter that said he was to inherit the throne or something like that. though, isn’t that already obvious since he’s the oldest child of the king (even if he’s his stepson)? or does it only apply if you are blood related to the king, which means ezran would inherit it? dunno.

also i do acknowledge that rayla was hiding the fact that harrow died to protect them, but like, TELL THEM. even if they would have felt really sad and stuff ᵗᵐ, i feel like personally, i would have told them. because i feel like the longer you withhold the information, the more it’ll hurt when they figure out the truth. and i assure you, one way or another the truth always comes out.

also i felt so just like in shock while seeing the bond (for killing the king) come off of runaan’s hand. it was just so fast i could not process it. also the shadow hawk WAS SO FREAKING COOL. i was just amazed by that for a hot minute. but im not ashamed to say my first thought was that is everyone who was fighting there dead? is soren dead??? now, i wouldn’t say soren is the best person but the way he let callum beat him to impress claudia, never mind his own sister is just so 💗💗💗💗💗💗. also soren is kind of a hot snatch, and you can’t deny it, that’s speaking from someone who doesn’t even really have a type or anything.

okay, so yeah now my next big thing:

aunt amayaaaaaaaaaaa!!! aunt amayaaaaaaaaa! commander gren!!!! but mostly aunt amayaaaaa!!!!!!

eeee i love amaya!!! she’s such a freaking bada*s!! also she’s deaf, which is actually really inclusive of the show writers :D i think we need more shows with people who have disabilities and the dragon prince is a great one! it shows that you dont have to hear to be able to kick some serious a*s and lead people!!! also commander gren is just such a cutie. he translates everything for her, and THAT SCENE WHERE SHE SIGNS “I trust you, you’ve been my voice. Now you will become my hands to save the boys.” (translation from @redemptiionss—they have dragon prince translations for what amaya signs that gren doesn’t say!) AHHH!!!!! i mean that is just so sweet in like a really friendly platonic way. anyways i love aunt amaya and commander gren 💕

SPEAKING OF COMMANDER GREN. LORD VIREN YOU LITTLE TWERP WHY DID YOU UN-ASSIGN HIM FROM THE MISSIONNN??? ik he did it so that his kids could lead it obviously so they could follow his orders and do his dirty work but- you don’t know how much i wanted that commander gren screen time 😭😭 he just seems like such a funny guy

now that we’re back to the subject of lord viren-

his face is NOT doing so hot rn. he need some cera ve lotion ASAP. aging is not doing him well. okay but I’m going to stop joking now. WTF????????? HE FREAKING LIKE TORTURED RUNAAN???!?? AND PUT HIM IN A COIN????? AND HIS EYES ARE SO FREAKING SCARY??????

i mean at least gren is a witness to the torture but im honestly scared for gren now IF HE EVEN FCKING THREATENS GREN IM GONNA do nothing because he’s fake. but you already know im going to be so mad.

anyways lord viren is SICK (not in a good way). he needs serious help.

okay so yeah callum broke the primal stone to make the storm so zym could hatch blah blah blah i don’t really care. though he’s sad because he can’t do primal magic and stuff but now he’s determined to find another way to do primal magic because honestly claudia’s description of why dark magic wasn’t that bad was kind of terrifying.

yeah. then zym hatched i already forgot his full name since it’s so long, but okay!!! ALSO THEN ZYM BROKE RAYLA’S BOND!!! NOW SHE CAN SLISH AND SLASH (reference 😉) AND SHE WONT LOOSE HER HAND!!!! i love rayla :D. the dragon is kinda cute. but he can’t fly. which kinda makes him less majestic but ezran is gonna train him!!!!

ALSO EZRAN CAN TALK TO ANIMALSS!!!

i always believed in him.

next big thing issssss

claudia and soren both have different secret missions that they can’t tell each other about

like way to ruin your children’s sibling relationship and trust viren 🙄 and ALSO LORD VIREN DID NOT JUST TELL SOREN THAT IF THEY’RE ALIVE “SORRY MAN BUT YOU GOTTA KILL THEM” !!!!!!!!!!!! this man is terrifying

i want to beat him up. i could take him with no magic though. ik the only thing that is going to save him is some weird dark magic and without that his frail bones are going to have nothing on me.

okay! on that happy note i shall continue

something is going on with that mirror

runaan said that he had finally found something dangerous and that has hidden dangers (i hope they’re all inflicted on viren). lord viren has some weird obsession with that mirror and the end credits had a mirror with a hand that had four fingers (elf!!!) pressing on it. yay!! plot!!!!

that’s val’s (me!!) summary of the dragon prince season one

yeah.

aunt amayaaaa!!! aunt amayaaaaaa!!! commander gren!! but mostly aunt amayaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

For Riddlers, He has a crush on a woman who works in SPA as massager and to spend time with her he just books a massage. And it's so good, he is super relaxed and is almost falling asleep.

"Magic Hands" Riddler Party x F!Reader

This sounds like pre-any kind of relationship so that's where I'm going with it. I don't like a lot of touching but if I'm in the right mood I love someone cracking my back like a glowstick.

TW: Suggestive

Gotham

Because of the Tism, he's very specific on how he likes to be touched. Rather touch-aversive as it were except for a select few people. That's why he thinks it would be okay if his crush touched him... Probably. The worst case scenario, he could always ask for the massage to stop. He's willing to risk it to spend more time with her. Given their respective... career choices, dalliances tend to be few and far between. Especially considering she seems to have no idea he's in love with her, from his perspective.

The truth is, she's very aware but also understandably nervous about him crushing given some of his past history. So when he shows up for a massage, her stomach drops a tad. Is this some way of getting fresh with her? No, he's not like that. It's... probably just being supportive of her business and being a nice friend :)

Hopefully. He seems shy when she tells him he has to take his clothes off and when she comes back in, he's positioned himself perfectly with the towel over his ass as he lays on his stomach. She takes off his glasses for him which is much more intimate than he would have expected. He actually flinches when she touches him at first and she's asking if he's okay. Yet the more she smooths her hands over his back, the more relaxed he seems to get. Slowly, slowly he melts further into the table.

His lanky arms and legs get the treatment with lotions and pressure points and he's in heaven. He doesn't quite fall asleep but he's almost there as she quietly informs him to take his time getting dressed. He's more determined than ever in his feelings for her while she's got a lot of thinking to do.

60s

This is one of his silliest plans yet. His sweet paramour, washing away the pains and aches of the patrons of Gotham. She doesn't quite think of him that way yet! Yet! Yet, Edward is so certain of his charms and intelligence winning over the pretty lady of his eyes. He's had flowers delivered, riddle-filled notes written and sent. But perhaps the real kicker will be her getting to know him a bit better!

What better way than having unrestricted access to her for a whole hour with no one else to bother them? In a perfectly professional way, of course. At least that's what he thinks until she tells him it's an all-nude massage. Just a towel lightly covering him. He gulps a little. Is he prepared for the woman of his dreams seeing him au naturel? He's doing his best to be covered and incredibly respectful in this state because he's not THAT much of a cad.

If she allows him, he's going to talk her ear off the entire time, sighing and praising her as she hits all those sweet spots in his muscles. Let him tell you all about HIM, dear! He's got a fine career as Riddler extraordinaire, yes sometimes he's in prison, but doesn't it excite you? Just a little? What about his clever wit? Why don't you tell him more about you, then?

At some point, he might trail off a little, getting sleepy but still murmuring and talking to her as if she can understand. Suddenly everything feels so nice and he's not even thinking about how he'll crush Batman, the boy blunder and prove himself which is a feat in and of itself.

By the end of it, she's actually gotten a nice picture of him outside the persona. Still obnoxious, but... Actually kind of a sweet man.

Capullo/Zero Year

God, he's so fucking smug about it. When she initially rejected his advances in a way that wasn't an explicit "no", he decided he just needed to leverage her attention a little bit! Pop up when she least expects it. A little seduction here and there- He'll win her over for sure.

He looks like the cat who got the cream when he shows up to his appointment, ready to undress down to his skivvies on a dime. Are you Hecate because he's heard you've got some magi- okay okay, he's getting on the table.

This is going to seriously backfire on him because he's so desperately touch-starved. Her hands on his skin, even through the towel is... intoxicating. He let's out this tiny little moan at one point and they both know he's fucked.

Oh the weight of the world that rests upon those shoulders! If only she knew! If only he could whisk her away to become his companion away from the ignorant, vapid world that doesn't appreciate her! He's almost purring and singing her praises as the appointment goes on. Getting a little drowsy...

She has to give him a light smack on his shoulder to let him know he can't just sleep here. His appointment is over, come on. The only bonus in his favor is that was a lot of power to have over a man like him. Definitely an intoxicating feeling.

"You... should definitely expect a large tip." He winks, "And a regular." The moment she teases him about being a little too into it, however, and he's flushed and trying to get out of there as soon as possible. Too vulnerable! Have to leave NOW!

BTAS

He spent years as a graphic/coding/physical designer for toys and games so you know his shoulders and lower back suck. He probably used to get massages every once in a while when he had a steady gig because it was a "normal" thing to do. Now he finds it almost frivolous... Until he finds out the object of his affections happens to do it. The thought crosses his mind multiple times that maybe he should- no. No, that would be disrespectful.

Echo and Query happen to see his dilemma... and help him out by just making the appointment for him. He can't cancel now! It'd be rude! She'll KNOW- He relents to go and is incredibly flustered for 90% of it. Trying to be cool about it. OH. He didn't realize this was your place. Or your name. Even after you told him.

He's thrilled when he's asked just to go down to his underwear. While he's not self-conscious about his body, the combination of intimacy and being completely naked might end up in a slip-up and if that happens he will die. She can't think of him as some juvenile who pops an erection at the drop of a hat- He's so focused in all of these thoughts that she has to tell him to relax or else the massage is going to do nothing for him.

That of course, makes him beet red in the face and he tries to quiet down his brain for a bit. The relief is instant. She's getting out knots that have been there for years and if she even slightly recommends any self-care packages, he's on it. Spa day this man up. He not only deserves it, but he's got no qualms about seeming not masculine for it.

When he leaves, him and his crush are practically kissing cheeks because the experience has been kind of a delight. If there was a competition for best Riddler to massage... it very well might be BTAS. Will get a manicure with you and also massage you back.

Telltale

At first it was a sort of recon. Testing the waters to see how she would respond to him showing up in her daily monotonous life. If there would be signs of someone else. Someone he actually had to worry about. It felt ridiculous, he thought, to have a crush like this and want to check on them. But if he's going to act on some schoolboy infatuation, he's going to be thorough.

She's... surprised, to say the least. He's not exactly a man that reads liking a lot of physical touch. Yet he's professional and cool about the undressing.

There are multiple times where his back and bones cracking almost echoes off the walls. Holy fuck has this man never heard of self-care? When she lightly jokes that he might need a chiropractor, he almost scowls. If he wanted anything other than her, he would have gotten it. The awkward silence that followed caused him to clear his throat.

She adds an extended hot stone massage free of charge because if anyone needs his muscles worked and relaxed, it's this fucking guy. At first he almost refused, not wanting her to fuss, but... Additional time with her and she seems to be concerned for his well-being. Perhaps this time it would be alright if she fussed. Just a little. To get their relationship on a good start.

Oh, he needed it. He feels like someone gave him a new body afterwards. Maybe there really is something to this. He'll... have to come again. Not for her, he tells her, he just doesn't trust anyone else.

Arkham

Since he can't exactly find a plethora of reasons for his crush to come to him... he decided on a whim to go to her. He actually showered and wore non-grease stained clothing, that should prove in itself how committed he is to this. He didn't want to risk being gross in her place of work, especially not with her touching him. Some scraps of consideration can go a long way.

The outright shock on her face is palpable. Not only is he here... but he wants her services? He smells nice? Is this a trick...? Some complex riddle that ends in her being horrifically mauled by a device of some sort? But no, he undresses and gets on the table and she can see him exposed. Well. Time to get to it.

The fucking knots in this man's back. Something about being hunched over a desk for hours to days at a time really does something to you. He does wonder briefly if some of his irritability can be directly related to chronic pain and not just because everyone else is an idiot. Something to think about as she works her skill over his skin.

Small groans occasionally escape his lips as she goes and she'll ask him if he's okay, if she's going too hard- He'll tell her to go harder. It's alright. It's... more than alright, actually. It's putting him to sleep. Yet her concern is more than just endearing. Even with the slight anxiety she might feel around him, knowing she cares is...

This was one of his best plans yet.

2022

This was a terrible idea. Oh no, this was a terrible, awful idea. He'd made the appointment after one of his runs as the Riddler. In his mask he felt confident and able to take on anything. Just make an online appointment at his crushes work. He can feel a sense of power in the dynamic and get to spend time with her. But as the appointment approaches...

He gets so nervous coming in, he knocks his body hard into the massage table and almost eats shit. Not to mention the horrible flustered stuttering when he was told he needed to get down to his underwear. and his glasses off!

For the first half of the appointment, he's terrified of getting a boner. Her hands are so warm and so soft and he's thinking about how nice they'd feel other places and- no! Focus... Focus... Oh this actually feels... kind of nice...

His anxiety plus generalized exhaustion from not sleeping wins out in the end. His crush might get a rather endearing moment when they hear his tiny little snore against the pillow. A little drool in the corner of his mouth. She has a chunk of time between appointments.

It won't hurt to let him sleep for ten minutes. Seems like he needs it, poor guy.

[vex-bittys]

Bittybones Chapter 8: Organics and Botanicals (part 5)

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The Good Boy Points yielded mixed but expected results. Corvus the Kara bitty, Egg the Softbones, Buttons, and Phantom racked up the Points like famous sports athletes playing the sport that they are famous athletes for (that was terrible). Berry the Profanity Machine, Red the Destroyer, and Brassyberry the Pervert failed to earn the Good Boy Points like I fail to make good sports analogies (hey we're not that bad). I had to start awarding the Points on a curve or poor Red wouldn't have any G except the stolen ones (hey!), which I allowed the thieving duo to keep.

Today, I stopped by Gigi's bitty shop to pick up items that Phantom and Berry the Yanberry had chosen to redeem their Good Boy Points for: cigarettes for Phantom, with the promise that I would leave a window cracked open so he could smoke them and some bitty-sized art supplies for Berry to express his creativity in a way that isn't swearing… not that it stopped him from swearing. My other bitties wandered around the shop, browsing while Gigi and Buttons chatted, but none of them found anything to spend their G on. I also had to stop Red from shoplifting (buying on credit!) several times.

Next we made a stop at one of those scented lotion stores. I wanted some fancy body wash and lotion, and Corvus became interested in the bubble bath selection. Red, perched on my shoulder in his appointed position of seeing-eye bitty, complained loudly about the “stink” (it smelled all flowery n’ shit). Brassy, on my other shoulder, agreed just as loudly. No Good Boy Points for them. Berry, and Buttons ask to sniff some of the soaps and lotions, Egg slept, and Phantom flirted with a salesperson (traitor)(At least it wasn't Momma).

Corvus finally picked out a bubble bath scented with “calming lavender,” and I couldn't resist getting a bottle for myself too. With a bitty family like ours, we were going to need it. 

Our last stop for the day was a bitty-friendly grocery store. The carts had baskets in the top seat with a nice soft lining for bittys to ride in safely. Of course Red and Brassberry refused the basket (of course). Red wanted to be my seeing-eye bitty again and yell at people (i'm helping!) and Brassy wanted to ride in my cleavage (I like hearing her heartbeat). Phantom kept a watchful eyelight on Berry and Buttons, who were practically climbing the sides of the basket to browse the shelves.

Corvus had his hands full making sure Egg didn't get lost. Softbones bittys have a habit of falling asleep in strange places, which isn't a problem at home or in the smaller shops we visited earlier. In fact, when I paid for our purchases at Gigi's shop, she'd opened the till to find him dozing inside. This grocery store was bustling, though. Egg could end up in someone's purse or missing in the huge maze of aisles or bins of produce. Thankfully, Corvus was on the case!

We entered the candy aisle, and my two young bittys cheered. They had plans for their Good Boy Points, and those plans involved copious amounts of sugary treats! I also needed to restock my supply of jelly beans for Red, which I mercifully did not charge him any G for (it's a dietary requirement). I warned all three of my little candy addicts that I would be limiting their sugar intake. I learned from experience with Red that too many sweets can make a bitty violently ill (stop telling people about that!).

With our pile of unhealthy food in the bottom of the cart, we perused the other aisles, picking up staples like pancake mix and cheese puffs. Everyone except Egg voiced their opinion in the produce aisle (vegetables are gross and the world must know!)(Yeah, no veggies!), but I only needed a few items. Since it's summer time, I liked to head to the Farmer's Market on the weekends for local fruits and vegetables. I don't care how much a certain Edgy Bitty complains; he's going to eat a balanced diet!

(we’ll see about that!)

On our way to the checkout lanes, Brassberry asked if we could go to the meat department to get a steak. Since adopting Buttons, I've been having all of our meat products delivered, but Brassy liked to pick out his own like a mighty hunter singling out his prey. I prepared to remind him that a certain family member might become anxious at the sight of flesh when the family member in question spoke up.

“If you want to go, I'll be OK, Momma,” Buttons said, reassuring me several more times when I questioned the decision. 

Crossing the basket, Buttons stood next to Corvus, who beamed at him. Corvus wrapped a dark wing around him, and Egg woke up to hug Buttons around the middle. I felt a tug on my hair; Red demanded to be placed in the basket, where he took up a protective position behind Buttons, one itsy bitsy hand on the young bitty's shoulder.

(it ain't like that! i just wanted some of the attention or whatever…)

Apparently, in addition to helping Buttons with his nightmares and his eye socket injuries, Egg and Corvus have been talking him through his residual fears from the trauma he experienced in his original home. Even Berry strolled over to stand beside his friend.

“Let's go to the meat section and fuck shit up,” the baby-faced potty-mouth cheered.

So we're on our way to the meat section, possibly to fuck shit up (yay!) and maybe also get a steak for Brassy I guess (Yay!).

Why can't we ever just have a normal shopping trip?

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[texasdreamer01]

Getting to Know You Meme

Tagged by @spurious!

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship? Nah

02) What was your dream growing up? I liked a lot of things, but hadn't particularly settled on any idea

03) What talent do you wish you had? Baking

04) If someone bought you a drink what would it be? Hot chocolate with whipped cream

05) Favorite vegetable? ... Cabbage?

06) What was the last book you read? Oh, finished reading - that was a while ago, but currently I'm reading some diary from WWI off-and-on

07) What zodiac sign are you? Aquarius sun

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Just the ear piercings

09) Worst Habit? I don't even know what classifies as a bad habit uhhh I guess needing to write in the same ink colour for my notes?

10) What is your favorite sport? Archery

11) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude? I'm life will sort itself out, but it needs a few good kicks to start it - dunno if that's optimistic or pessimistic

12) Tell me one weird fact about you. ?? I'm on tumblr, what qualifies as weird, here?

13) Do you have any pets? Nope

14) Do you think clowns are cute or scary? I think it depends on the clown tbh

15) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? Nicer nails, I guess?

16) What color eyes do you have? Brown

17) Ever been arrested? Nope

18) Bottle or can soda? Bottle

19) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it? How much is left after taxes?

20) What's your favorite place to hang out at? home tbh

21) Do you believe in ghosts? I've lived in a lot of haunted places, so, yes, definitely

22) Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Reading, writing, listening to music

23) Do you swear a lot? Nnnnoooo?

24) Biggest pet peeve? People attributing one thing for another thing because they think doing so makes them look good/smart/moral/whatever

25) In one word, how would you describe yourself? ummmmmmmm. odd

26) Do you believe/appreciate romance? yes! i'm weird at it but i like it.

27) Favourite and least favourite food? Fave: bread, least fave: cauliflower

28) Do you believe in God? If god is real, I'm owed rent money

29) What makes you happy: Not being stressed

30) Currently listening/the last thing you listened to: Moonlight Sonata

31) Favourite place to spend time: i like! to be! at home!

32) Favourite lyric:

Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger/ The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger/ Oh, we're fading fast, I miss missing you now and then

33) Recommend a film: The Wandering Earth 2

34) Recommend a book: The Modern Herbal Dispensatory: A Medicine-Making Guide by Thomas Easley & Steven Horne

35) Recommend a band, a song, or album: So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy

36) Recommend a TV show: Stargate SG-1

37) Where are you from, and do you still live there? Where have you lived? I've been all over the US, so no, don't live where I came from

38) Do you have any pets or animals in your life? How did you find/get them? Nope

39) What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? Whatever gets thrown into the pan right before I go grocery shopping.

40) How did you 'find' fandom? MySpace! I was actually recommended to check out FFN, and I poked around from there.

41) Make a list of 5 things that you see without getting up. Book, book, another book, hand sanitizer, lotion. Pens?

42) How do you style your hair? Pinned up.

No pressure tags: @pandora15, @ygodmyy20, @variablejabberwocky, @stinalotte, @strangelygleeful, @obscurefrost, @dedkake, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[allthingsfook]

Hii! Can I have a ship please?

I’m 5’5, curly brown hair, with light brown eyes :)

I love music, I love going to concerts even if they’re a small underground band. I love to hang out with my friends, I’m much more extroverted than an introvert but I also get a bit worn out after being with people for a long time.

I love sports, football, softball, golf, ice skating..you name it. I also love nature. Nature has always been something that means a lot to me, its a calming thing to me. sitting out in the park or in my vacation house in the mountains are some things that keep me completely grounded.

Currently I’m in school studying fashion, its my dream to be a fashion stylist for musicians

Also if you can, can you add an nsfw headcanon? :’)

Thank you!! <3

Hello!!!! Of course you can have a ship!!!

**Post Ship Notes** I’m sorry for how long winded this is going to be and I’m also sorry for any typos. I wanted to get this written for you, but also have to work in the morning!!!

I ship you with…

Danny ⭐️

This has nothing to do with the fact that you both have brown curly hair 😂 I struggled between Josh and Danny, but the sports comment ultimately made me decide on Danny!

So let’s just jump right into it!! How could you not enjoy music and end up with one of the boys?! So there’s the first step 😂 I think Danny is the most fond of going out to see bands at local spots/bars. At least he’s the one we see out to those functions the most. I think Danny would admire the fact that you enjoy listening to up and coming/underground bands. He’d go on to tell you that bands like that are so grateful for support, and often need people like you to give them that drive to keep making music. That’s how GVF got started: playing in dives and biker bars.

As sociable and sweet as Danny is, I think his social tank can run dry quickly, especially when being around the boys. He’d always respect your wishes and never initiate the conversation about wanting to go home… he’d just wait until you said something and thank you 🙏 ☺️

Once you arrive home, he’d crawl into bed; barely kicking his clothes off in time for his head to hit the pillow. You’d spend some time caring for yourself; removing your makeup, brushing your teeth, and putting on lotion. Once finished, you’d crawl in next to him. He’d snake his strong arm around your torso and pull you into his warm core. Pretty soon, you feel his stiffening cock push against your back. You smirk and ask him, “what’s going on back there?” He’d chuckle and blush, “nothing.” “I thought you were tired,” you’d tease. He’d grip your shoulder and roll you onto your back while he straddles you. “Not anymore,” he admits. His hands would disappear under your shirt, fingertips grazing your nipples. You’d gasp and flicker your eyes shut to completely sink into the moment. Both of you enjoy for a moment, before he gracefully removes your shirt, then turns his attention toward your lower half. He’d toy with the hem of your shorts then take the strings in his mouth, yanking them with his teeth. He’d shimmy them down to expose your weeping cunt. From between your thighs, he’d smile up at you and press two fingers between your folds. He’s not quick to put himself inside of you, he enjoys teasing you just as much as he loves getting off. He would often touch you for what seemed like hours before guiding his thick cock into you. God, he’d stretch you out each time he thrusts into you. You have never had someone so big that it takes you a while to adjust to his size, but it’s the most narcotic feeling.

No surprise Danny is a golf man, so I’m glad to hear you also enjoy golf, along with many other sports. I can see Danny lighting up the moment you tell him you like to golf. He’d have an outing set up like the next day 😂 Just to get what you want, you get all dolled up in that stereotypical sexy golfer fit; the short white skirt, and color coordinating shirt with him. No shock the breeze would flip the skirt up to show off your perfect ass in the built in spandex. Danny would gawk and whimper at the sight. After you get the ball in the hole, you dramatically bend over, hoping Danny will get hard in his pants…. Mission accomplished. As dedicated as he is to the game, he cuts it short and rushes you to the country club locker room so he can fuck the shit out of you!!! Hastily he will lock the door, instruct you to take off your skirt…as you do he’ll instantly pick you up and carry you over to the vanity. He drops you down on the cool counter top, whips his belt off and shoves his pants down just enough to reveal his throbbing dick. He spits on it and pushes into you with such need and lust. When he finishes inside of you, it will be another check on his bucket list…. Maybe a check one you didn’t even know you had 😉

All the boys are so inspired and find peace in nature, so no surprise Danny would love getting away to the mountains. I could see the two of you basking in mother nature; hiking, swimming, foraging, and sitting around the campfire. To close most nights in, you’d cuddle on the floor of a picture-perfect cabin…. Nestled in front of a gigantic stone fireplace. Although the trip was intended to escapee into nature and relax, you guys can’t help sorting through all the dusty VHS tapes. What classics! Especially the horrible 70s slasher movies. Danny would convince you let him put in Friday the 13th, and there you would cower in his arms…. Wether the movie scares you a little or it’s just downright laughable… you still nuzzle into him so he will grip your waist tighter.

Lastly, I think Danny would find it so interesting that you are going into the fashion industry; also would Josh. Your relationship with Danny would no doubt be a gateway into collaborating with the boys and other stylists when preparing for future tours. Danny would also encourage you to get up from behind your desk and try on the model’s shoes. He’d help you into a skimpy outfit you have designed and hype you up! Not only is he helping build your self confidence, but also giving himself an excuse to touch your curves!

Whew!!! 😋 I warned ya! It’s a lot 🤣 But I really do hope you enjoyed and per usual please please please let me know what you think! I always love to hear! I will also include a collage and song ship!!!!

[acommonloon]

a lure

One bright Friday a friend was saying there were no more door to door sales. Another disagreed immediately saying there were. A few of our group recounted stories, most old but some more recent about sales persons at the door, and one mentioned the dreaded J.Wits and a grandma who said she’d go to their church if they’d go to hers. I thought, we rarely get anyone at the door but...

The next day I happened to pop in the livingroom as the doorbell rang. I'd been on the patio with music playing, D was hanging up laundry. I'd gone in to grab my phone off the charger otherwise neither of us would have noticed the young woman at the door.

At first glance through the storm door glass, I saw she was slim with straight blonde hair that didn't quite reach her shoulders. She wore slacks and a polo with a company logo. Her face was lightly freckled and she'd just sat her bag down on the step to rub something on her face. When I opened the door, I think it startled her.

I've been replaying our interaction off and on ever since, trying to figure out what seemed so off putting about it.

I've been a communicator since I was 18, when the Air Force gave me a job doing that. I meet new people constantly as part of my job, I'm used to putting people at ease.

I wasn't bothered someone was at our door, I was properly dressed, I greeted her with a smile and a hi, so I was surprised she seemed so uncomfortable yet determined to hide it as she began her obviously rehearsed pitch.

She threw out her hand as she said her name was Abby, I shook it lightly, then, conscious of how I loomed over her, I moved back to sit in the rocker next to the front door. I belatedly realized the other chair, normally next to me, was missing, I hadn't replaced it after repainting the deck, but I was sure she would be gone quickly so I simply asked what I could do for her.

She apologized for having lotion on her hand then asked that age old door to door sales person question, "So I guess you're the father of the house?"

<sigh> we're doing this. Yes well there's no kids living here now but yes, I'm Shane.

She rushed on saying she was a college student from Ohio, Kent State... in Ohio.

I smiled through discordant thoughts of old news clips of student crowds, smoke canisters, and gun shots clashing with the mundanity of “There aren't door to door sales anymore. "

I realized this was going to take longer so I invited Abby to move down the porch to where there were two chairs. Then I excused myself to find D to rescue me or at least share whatever this was. The house replied to my calls with silence. <sigh>

I returned and Abby resumed her pitch saying this was her summer internship, all four years, she'd worked for a company called Southwestern Advantage selling children's books. She said it with gusto. Had I heard of it?

No

Her delivery was bright, emphatic, and unnatural, I couldn't imagine she'd been doing this for four years.

<Oh boy> I said, "Let me see if my wife wants to come out."

I stepped inside again and called out for D. Again silence. I imagined her standing still absolutely quiet. She hates strangers at the door. I wasn't giving up until I found her. I said, "Um there's a woman at the door selling kids books, want to come see?"

I returned alone and Abby resumed, still using dialog I found unnatural and uncomfortable.

I listened as she said this was her first time in this area which, I had no reason to disbelieve and everyone was so nice!

I had every reason to disbelieve that and suspected she'd been told off more than once. I could imagine how that might make her skittish. <sigh> I began to wish this could be over.

She mentioned some of the people on the street she'd already met, using one's first name, Able, twice as if that would break the ice. I didn't know that person so...

I said, “Look it's fine, can we skip the sales patter and get to what you'd like to sell me."

She gasped. "Oh no no, this is just me." She said. "By the way, I don't know what it was, but when I first walked into your yard, it smelled so fresh. Do you know what that is? "

<sigh> ...... um maybe the water feature? I replied

Yes maybe.

Then I said, "They did spray the yard two days ago.

she replied, but doesn't that usually smell bad?

Yes

Okay, I'd asked to go off script so my bad.

Then she asked, "Have you seen me on Facebook?"

What, uhhh no. I didn’t explain that unless she was a bar, brewery, or restaurant, I'd never see her on Facebook.

Well that's okay she assured me, here’s someone you might know. She said a name then tilted her tablet so I could see a picture of her shaking hands with the county sheriff. Isn’t that a great picture? she asked. <sigh> okaaay.

Yes Abby, so to be honest, we have a house full of books for kids. Our kids have asked us to stop buying books for our granddaughters because they have so many. We sometimes still do if we happen on one we really like. So could you just show me your books?

Okay sure straight from the bookmobile that’s what I call my car she giggled. Then she pulled a book from her bag and asked, Do you know why peacock feathers are pink?

It sounded like a question I’d heard before but I was really desperate to get this over with so I didn’t say anything but just raised my brow in question. Because they eat pink shrimp! They’re clear so…

I don’t remember how I convinced Abby I wasn’t buying any books but she had the hutzpah to ask if I’d advise her of who else on the street might be interested. I warned her away from two neighbors who I thought would be mean and told her of two who had kids and mercifully she left.

When I walked in D was standing right there. So? She asked.

So what? I replied.

I can’t believe you didn’t buy any books? She laughed.

Yeah me either she was the worst.

Oh I saw her on Facebook D said. No way was I going out there.

I looked at her trying to convey my feeling of disbelief and betrayal.

Yeah two teachers bought books from her. Not the smartest teachers.

[crazypossumman]

Legit Health Tips (like, for the average person)

Take care of your feet: Insert some analogy about having a strong foundation. Basically, if you’re like a large percentage of people, you work a thankless job where you’re on your feet for most of the day (even if said job could easily be done sitting). If your feet hurt, your everything will hurt. There’s a lot of ways to take care of your feet (good shoes, insoles, epsom salt baths, etc.), but you have to actually do it. Just take care of them lol.

The same for your hands: While they’re probably not under as much pressure as your feet, hands do a lot, too. Dry, cracked, and bleeding skin can be painful and annoying. Not to mention the fact that your hands easily come in contact with more germs than any other part of your body, meaning any opening in the skin is easy access for any number of bacteria. Lotion those bad bois up.

Vitamins: This one obviously depends a bit more on your personal health, but vitamins are always a good bet. Mainly, I would recommend Vitamin C and D. Iron is a good one if you’re not eating a lot of red meat or other iron-rich foods. Zinc can help improve focus, particularly in younger people. And you can never go wrong with a good multivitamin.

Stretch in the shower: People have told me this is weird but I will swear by it. Especially if you take warm/hot showers, the temperature of the water helps loosen your muscles, making it easier to stretch. As someone with muscular problems in my legs, I’ve utilized this for a long time, and trust me, it helps immensely for any type of muscle pain/soreness.

The thing about water: Obviously, water is good for you. But the 8 cups a day thing? I mean, I’m no doctor, but there’s no way that’s feasible for most people. Honestly, drinking water when you’re thirsty is better than nothing. Or, if you prefer sugary drinks, tell yourself to alternate: for everyone one soda, you have to have a glass of water. And, if you have a long day or strenuous activity planned, drink more water than you need for a day or two BEFORE the day of your activity. This can help prevent serious dehydration.

Bathing: Now, here’s another area of debate, typically revolving around the balance of cleaning agents like body wash and shampoo versus your natural skin/hair oils. Generally, though, a real solid rule of thumb is: genitals, armpits, and asscrack should be washed with soap and water daily; the rest of your body should get a good rinse daily, and soap at least every other day; and your hair can go 1-3 days without shampoo, depending on texture, artificial coloring, etc. Your face can be an exception to this rule, as facial skin is so finicky. It’s important that you determine your face washing routine as is best for you as an individual.

Sex/masturbation are okay: Nothing about these behaviors themselves typically cause any risk to your health (when done safely/responsibly). These can also be a good hormonal release to fight stress/anxiety. Obviously, there’s a time, person, and place for everything, but society placing the label of “gross” or “unhealthy” on these behaviors is honestly pretty unfair.

Keep track of your mood: However you do it (journaling, an app, whatever), try to keep track of your general mood each day. Doing this can help you recognize cycles and patterns in your mental health that may make it easier to prepare for and deal with symptoms of stress, depression, etc. (Tip: Most people see that the cycle is generally monthly—whether they menstruate or not—so tracking this LONG TERM is imperative.)

Speaking of menstruation: For those whom this applies to, please follow proper instructions regarding care for your period with the specific product you choose to use. Idk about anyone else, but sex ed in school had me TERRIFIED of toxic shock syndrome, so just be aware of the risk.

Calories: PLEASE do not continue reading if you’re sensitive to topics like nutrition, eating disorders, etc. However, I do promise this is not some “you need no more than X calories a day” bullshit. With that in mind, continue at your own discretion.

Essentially, calories equal fuel. It’s as simple as that. Your body is like a car: it will not run on empty, but it can only hold so much fuel at a time. Tracking your calories can be a good way of “checking your fuel gage,” whether you’re worried about getting too few or too many calories, or you’re not worried at all. It doesn’t hurt to make this a habit of yours. Honestly, it’s all about having a forgiving and understanding mindset toward yourself. Yes, it can be beneficial to have a goal, but no one is perfect. Sometimes you’re in a rush and decide you can’t stop for gas. Sometimes you’re distracted at the pump and it starts overflowing before you notice. Shit happens. There’s always another day, and unless it starts to become a serious health problem in one direction or the other, it probably doesn’t matter too much, anyway.

Dieting: UNLESS RECOMMENDED BY A RELIABLE DOCTOR, avoid internet diets at all costs. Like please. Those people rarely speak for the average person’s body type, and you’re likely experience some sort of negative effects. Watching what you eat is great! Like, for real, you can never go wrong with more veggies. But starving yourself because a pretty lady on YouTube said it would work is never a good idea. Unless a trusted (and not fatphobic) doctor recommends something like those to you, don’t waste your time on it. In the long run, focusing on portion control and moderate exercise will help you more than anything (if losing weight is a goal of yours).

Everyone’s body is different: Health is not the same for everyone. Sometimes, you have bigger fish to fry than what others may think is more important. Maybe you’re trying to get your mental health on track before gaining/losing some weight. Maybe you’re planning to get an operation done. Maybe you’re going to the gym everyday so you don’t have time to cook the healthiest meals. People are busy. Even if all you do to be healthier is the smallest thing—like drinking a glass of water a day—you’re doing better than before. And improvement is all anyone can ask for.

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[munson-blurbs]

Flattery Works with Me

A pool day turns into something more for you and Eddie.

Warnings: SMUT!!! Minors DNI! 

Language, oral (m receiving), fingering, piv, reader wearing a bikini. Vol 2 never happened.

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Summer of ‘86 was a hot one. You, Robin, and Nancy were sweltering in the heat, even though the AC at the Wheeler house was blasting.

“I would kill to be on the beach right now,” Nancy complains. She turns to you and Robin and asks sarcastically, “you ladies know of any good beaches in Indiana?”

Robin scoffs at her. “The closest thing we have is Harrington’s pool,” she replies.

“Can you ask if we can come over and use it?” You beg Robin. “Pleeeeeeeease?” Nancy looks at her hopefully.

“Fine, I’ll talk to the dingus so that you two princesses can cool off.” She’s smiling as she peels herself off the floor. She'd planned on going for a swim later anyway.

She doesn’t even say who it is when she calls. “Hey, Nance, Y/N, and I are coming over to swim. You home, or should we jump the fence?” Robin pauses and a grin crosses her face. “Ooh, yeah. Perfect. We’ll be there.”

You know exactly where this is going. “Nope. No way. Vetoed. Not happening, sorry.”

“Too late!” Robin giggles. “Steve and Eddie are actually about to go swimming, too.” She turns to Nancy. “Nance, remember the bikini that you told Y/N to buy?”

Nancy waggles her eyebrows. “Oh, you mean that kinda slutty one that makes Y/N look like an absolute goddess?”

“That’s the one!”

“If I’m going to be swimming in front of Eddie Munson, I’m wearing a muumuu,” you grumble.

“Over my dead body,” Robin puts her hands on her hips. “You have a great body, and we all know it. Now it’s time for Eddie to know it.”

You roll your eyes and skulk back to your house, right next door to the Wheelers. You eye the yellow bikini with its thin straps. It left basically nothing to the imagination. Well, at least if you made a fool of yourself, you were going to college in the fall and would never have to see Eddie again.

Nancy and Robin were waiting in the car when you came out. You threw a little sundress over your swimsuit; there was no reason for the neighbors to see your attempt to be sexy.

“Off to the pool!” Nancy says as she puts the car in drive.

“And to get Y/N laid,” Robin adds with a devilish laugh.

~

Steve and Eddie were already in the pool when the three of you arrived. 

“Come on in, ladies; the water’s fine!” Steve said, pushing back his water-logged hair dramatically, earning a giggle from Nancy. They should be the ones hooking up, you think, but that’s a conversations for another day.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to Eddie. You knew he had tattoos on his arms, but he also has one on his chest. His biceps flex as he pushes himself halfway out of the water. He’s just so hot.

“Glad you all could make it,” he says. He tries to address the group, but his eyes are trained on you. “No sense in suffering when Pretty Boy has a pool for us to use.”

“That’s King Pretty Boy to you, Munson,” Steve retorts. Nancy and Robin shuffle out of their own cover-ups; Nancy’s is a sundress like yours, while Robin threw on an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. You tentatively take off your sundress, careful not to let anything slip out. That’s when you notice Eddie staring. It fills you with a confidence you didn’t have before. Eddie Munson is staring at me. I’m in a bikini and Eddie Munson likes it. 

Fuck it, you’re going to have fun. You grab the sunblock and squeeze some out into your palm. “Could someone get my back?” You could have easily asked Robin or Nancy to do it, but you want to see if there are any other takers.

“I’ll do it,” Eddie says quickly. He hoists himself out of the pool and shakes off like a wet dog, spraying the three of you.

“I’ll get you back for that,” you threaten. You hand him the bottle of lotion with a smile.

“You’re so scary,” he mocks gently. You feel his hands press onto your back, massaging the sunblock into your skin.

“Be careful with the strings. Wouldn’t want them to come loose,” you warn, knowing it’s only taunting him. He wants those strings to come undone, and he wants to be the one to do it.

He takes his time, rubbing small circles into your back. His hands are calloused from playing guitar but they feel so good. You have to remind yourself not to moan.

“Anywhere else?” he asks. He doesn’t seem too flustered yet; you’ll have to up your game.

“I think I can get the rest myself,” you smirk. “Not like you’d wanna, I don’t know, rub lotion all over my arms, or legs, or chest or anything.” You weren’t sure about that last part until you caught him staring at your tits. They did look good in that bikini.

“What gave it away?” Eddie murmurs. He goes to get more sunblock but you stop him. 

“I told you, I’ll get you back for getting me wet,” you say softly, knowing that he’ll pick up on the double entendre. “So I’ll just do the rest myself.”

Eddie knows this game all too well, and he’s happy to play it. “Suit yourself, sweetheart,” he shrugs and sits back on a lounge chair. “I’ll just watch.”

You know that Steve, Robin, and Nancy are watching this all go down, but you let it happen anyway. “Fine.” You apply the lotion all over your body, taking extra time on your cleavage. No sooner do you close the bottle does Eddie lift you off the deck and throw you into the pool. He splashes in behind you, pulling you close. 

“How’s that for getting you wet, baby?” he growls in your ear. You push off of him and tread over to the rest of your friends. 

“Finally, Y/N and Eddie, back from flirting,” Steve says. “We’re just about to play a game of chicken. Robin’s gonna sit out because she’s a party pooper.” Robin sticks her tongue out at him.

I’m gonna pick Steve, you think, I’ll make Eddie jealous. Once again, he foils your plan by grabbing you around your waist. 

“Where do you think you’re going? You’re on Team Munson tonight,” he whispers.

“Care to share with the class?” Robin ribs.

“Just asking her to be my partner.”

“Great! Me and Nance versus Eddie and Y/N.” Steve announces. Nancy climbs on Steve’s shoulders as you climb on Eddie’s. He looks up at you and winks.

“3...2...1...GO!” Robin calls out from the deck, declaring herself the referee. Nancy is strong, but you’re stronger, and you have her toppled into the water after a few minutes of playing. You drop off of Eddie’s shoulders and he throws an arm around you. “Glad to see you’re good on top.”

You muster up all of the courage you have and say, “you don’t know the half of it.”

With that, you feel him twitch slightly. He whispers, “Follow me,” in your ear, so low you barely register it. He turns to the rest of the group and says, “Since you’re all good sports, the winners will get you all drinks.” You just nod in agreement and get out of the pool, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel. Eddie’s wrapped his around his waist, shielding his boner.

The chill in the house makes you shiver as Eddie slides the door closed behind you. “C’mere,” he says, taking your hand. “Pretty Boy’s got a guest room we can use.”

Your heart flutters. I’m going to have sex with Eddie Munson. Right here, in Steve Harrington’s house.

Eddie pulls you into the closest room with a bed. There’s nothing on the dressers or nightstands, so you can only hope it’s the guest room. He takes your towel and tosses it to the ground. “Much better,” he murmurs. “We both know you didn’t wear that bikini just to cover up for me now, didja, sweetheart?”

You remove his towel, revealing a massive erection hiding behind his swim trunks. “That’s all for me?” you ask, placing your hands on his chest, slowly snaking them around his shoulders, and kissing him softly on the lips. He tastes like cigarettes.

“Every...last...inch,” he says, punctuating each work with a deep kiss. He lifts you and you wrap your legs around his waist. He moans as you work your lips onto his neck, sucking and biting. 

“Fuck, baby,” he’s growling now, unable to contain himself. “You know exactly what I want.”

“Mhm,” you agree. “Like I know you want to rip this bikini off of me.”

“Oh, I’ve wanted to do that since you walked into Harrington’s backyard. Just need to see your pretty tits.” He places you on the bed, untying the knots keeping your top on. It falls to the carpet, but Eddie doesn’t notice. He’s too busy climbing on top of you to kiss your tits, sucking on your nipples until they’re pert. “I knew they’d be perfect. Exactly how I pictured ‘em.”

This makes you giggle. “You’ve pictured them before?”

“Every night before bed, sweetheart.”

“What else did you picture?”

“Well...”he starts, “I pictured you sucking me off, getting me harder and harder.”

“What if I told you,” you say, pushing him onto his back, “that I could make that a reality?”

He wiggles out of his trunks, leaving him completely naked. His swollen tip is leaking precum, and you lick it off. “Let me just clean you up, Eddie.”

He only replies with a muted, “fuck.” You work his dick in your mouth, swirling your tongue over the head. He bucks his hips slightly, making you gag.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, but you dismiss his apology.

“Don’t worry about me. I can take it all.”

“If you keep talking like that, I’m gonna cum before I can even get you off.”

“You do that, and I’ll tell everyone that Eddie Munson suffers from premature ejaculation.” you tease.

“Okay, that’s it,” his words are rough but playful. “Before you make me blow my load, let me make you cum.” He runs his fingers over the cloth of your bikini bottom, wet from the pool and from his touch. He unties them and his eyes nearly roll back into his head.

“Jesus, Y/N! You’ve been holding out on me all this time.” He claps a hand over your right ass cheek and squeezes tight. It’s his turn to be on top now. He inserts one finger into your pussy, and then another, pressing into you slowly. “That good?” he asks. You nod, dumbfounded at how he can make you feel so fucking good with just his fingers. He brings his thumb to your clit and plays with it, speeding up and bringing you close to your limit.

“Please, Eddie, you feel s-so good...don’t stop” you beg, but he only laughs and withdraws his fingers. Your walls clench, desperate for him inside you. “What the fuck--”

"I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna fucking cum before I even get inside of you if I hear your pretty little moans one more time.” He’s fierce, wrapped up in the moment, too distracted to get a condom.

“E-Eddie?” you manage, “you’ll n-need to pull out.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face. “Anything for you, baby.” He teases the tip of his cock at your soaked entrance and pushes in.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he breathes, bucking his hips and sending shockwaves down your core. He fits in you perfectly. Eddie presses his body on top of yours, pulling you closer into him.

“Wait,” you say, pushing him back a bit. He looks confused until you wrap your legs around his neck.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he breathes. “You can’t do this to me.”

“Oh, but I can,” you spit back, arching your hips as he plunges deeper into you. “Eddie, I’m--I’m gonna...” your orgasm overtakes your body and you can’t even manage to complete the sentence.

He feels you clench around his rock-hard cock and groans. “M-me too. Gotta pull out now,” he says. “When I do, flip yourself over so I can cum all over that tight little ass of yours.” He removes himself and you do as your told, feeling his warmth spill all down your ass. He grabs his bandana from around his head and wipes it off.

“God, baby, you’re fucking perfect,” he trails kisses behind your ear. “If it was this good our first time together, imagine how amazing we’re gonna get after even more practice.” He bites your earlobe.

“Well,” you say smugly, “how much time do you need before round 2?”

--

Side note, I can definitely picture Robin saying, “Guess we’re not getting those drinks any time soon.”

[ohwowimlonley]

Draco Malfoy nsfw alphabet

Warnings - switch!draco, hair pulling (r and Draco), general smut stuff, tummy lovin 🥰, fem!reader

Notes - I think it’s Fred’s turn next!! Hope you guys are excited!!

Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

This man will SPOIL you. Most expensive lotions. Towels so soft they feel like clouds. All the kisses you could ever ask for. Anything his princess wants.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On you? He really loves your tummy. He loves to kiss it and bite it and leave all sorts of marks all over it. He makes any and all self-consciousness leave as soon as he goes all mushy over the sight of your tummy (plus, like, belly bulge kink). On him? He loves his hair. He usually gets really annoyed when anyone touches or tries to touch his hair, but there’s something about the way you grip onto his hair, making it all messy so people know exactly what’s happened between the two of you that gets him really horny. So yeah, you’re the only one allowed to touch his hair.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Draco likes to mark you with his cum. Loves to see his long, milky white ropes of cum painting your body. He likes to cum on your face too, see your eyelashes catching drops of cum, and tongue desperately darting out to get as much of it in his mouth as possible.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Draco really likes to sub. It’s not all the time, because he really loves taking care of you, too. But there are some days where all he wants is for you to be soft and gentle with him, tell him that he’s your pretty boy.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Draco knows exactly what to do. That man is such a himbo you can’t tell me any different. Although, he’s not had much experience being a sub at all. Most of the previous people he’d slept with didn’t like him subbing, which he obviously didn’t mind, which meant the first time he was submissive to you was a very liberating experience.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He honestly does not care in the slightest. He switches positions at least three times every time he fucks you, because he’s so indecisive over what part of you he wants to look at, how deep he can get and where his kisses would land.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not really goofy a whole lot. He does make you giggle sometimes, but he doesn’t really mean to. Like, when he inadvertently makes a stupid joke like “I’ll show you what a fuckin’ ferret can do” and you just burst out into giggles.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself fucking pristine. There’s never a hair out of place (and if there is, he’ll run away immediately to sort himself out).

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He’s kind of- quietly intimate. Small check ins so he doesn’t ruin the moment but still know if you’re comfortable (just small mumbles next to your ear of “colour?” And “you’re sure?”), kissing the palm of your hand as you reach up to grab his hair.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Good God no. No. Absolutely not. What kind of man do you think he is? Touching himself in such a way? No. No. Absolutely n- him watching you in the shower and playing with his cock while waiting for you to get out, teasing you and calling out to you so you’ll hurry up even though you both know you’ll need to shower again afterwards.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- Hair pulling (on both of you, really. And there’s something about both of you tugging on each others hair as he ruts into you is just so hot)

- Exhibitionism (and teasing you that if someone walked in, he’d just keep going to show them what a good girl you are for him)

- Orgasm denial (again, on both of you. But especially when he subs for you, he thinks it’s so hot how he has to ask permission for everything)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Ooooh in front of windows! Especially in Malfoy manor, and he’d tease you that hundreds of people could probably see you getting fucked like a slut (even though he knows that’s not true, Malfoy manor is in the middle of nowhere and the window faces a barren landscape).

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He loves it when you sit on him, or rest your legs over his thighs. Basically, any position you sit in that would allow him to slip his hand up your thigh towards your heat.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Draco would never go near cnc. He’d do a little role playing every now and then but nothing too hardcore- purely because he doesn’t trust himself. He’s all about the check ins and quiet gentleness of sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kind of a mix of both, really. When he’s subby, he’s definitely more of a giver but when he’s dominant it’s anyones guess. It’s not a secret that he absolutely adores your lips around him, but it’d be a lie to say he liked it better than seeing you trembling under his tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time, he’s pretty slow and gentle with you. Not like, sluggishly slow or slow enough to annoy you. It’s a beautiful kind of slow, where he’s hitting every sensitive spot and pressing kisses to every square centimeter of your skin that he can reach. He doesn’t stay slow the whole time, he works himself up as he goes along, getting more and more desperate with each passing second.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He saves quickies for break-glass emergencies. Draco prefers to keep you waiting, watching you as you squirm and beg for him but leaving you with nothing.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Not really, no. He’ll do some experiments, sure. But they’re mostly your ideas you present him with, he’s pretty happy the way things are. Plus, he’s scared that if he mentions something and you try it and it doesn’t work then you’ll be angry with him (poor baby :()

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Not, like, incredibly long. It’s longer than you’d probably think, but it’s nothing godly or anything. He can only last a few consecutive rounds before having to take a break, but he’s always willing to bury his face between your thighs to pass the time.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Probably not. He’s quite a proud man when he’s a dom, so he wouldn’t really use them unless you ask him to. When he’s a sub, however, he doesn’t care what you use or what you do to him, as long as he gets to cum.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He doesn’t go out of his way to tease you. It’s like, if the opportunity presents itself to tease you, then he would definitely take advantage of that.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Little tiny whines :(( right next to your ear :(( that are just so fucking cute :(( and I love him :((

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Mr I Hate Everyone Malfoy- is the biggest fan of petnames. Any one you can think of, he’s tried out on you. He saves the sweetest ones for when he’s really close to his edges, mumbling out garbled forms of ‘princess’, ‘fairy’, ‘pretty pretty pretty baby’.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Look, Draco is a Skinny King, okay? So, he’s a bit longer than average, but slightly less girthy than average. It gets the job done though (quite well, might I add)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s not insane, but it is quite high. Sometimes, out of nowhere (literally out of nowhere because he wouldn’t have even been in the same room as you), he’d press himself to your back, desperately grinding himself against your ass and begging for you to help him.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It usually takes him quite a while, depending on how much you’d exhausted him throughout the session. He likes to watch you sleep, though, brushing his thumb over your cheek, pressing his nose to your forehead, basking in your company.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

[spookiekewchie]

⛓Kinktober 2021- cumswapping⛓

—oh i can taste it on the tip of my tongue...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Bucky Barnes x black!reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: You just wanted to take care of your boys, and they decide to take care of you in return.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: cumswapping, housewife kink, nicknames (sweets & angel),  oral ( f receiving), inappropriate use of a metal hand, handjobs, fingering, overstimulation, steve and bucky are fiends, squirting, spitting (in someone's mouth), general language warning, steve and bucky's filthy mouths

A/N:  So I realized I hadn't written Steve and Bucky in a threesome yet and that just felt like a crime. Soooo have DAY ELEVEN OF KINKTOBER! Anyways, all mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

You’ve been at it all afternoon, cooking Steve and Bucky a welcome home/thank you dinner while they were out saving the world on some harrowing mission that you’d rather not think about. There wasn’t anything you could do by worrying, so instead you focused on trying to put together a little surprise for the two men that had been gracious enough to let you crash at their place for the last month while you figured out your living situation. You figured this was the least you could do, and with them not there to insist that you didn’t have to make such a fuss over them you couldn’t resist.

A text from Natasha told you when they had landed, and you knew that you’d have about an hour and a half before both super soldiers were striding into the house. Maybe two if their debrief ran longer than usual. Either way you were almost done, and just waiting for the peach cobbler to finish baking. You’d take that time to get yourself ready, rushing off to the guest room you’d been staying in to grab a quick shower for yourself. After you’d toweled yourself dry, moisturized with your favorite cinnamon and vanilla scented lotion, and made sure your hair was presentable before padding out of the room to slip on a short little sundress. For a moment you debated panties, the thought of how naughty it’d be to flit around the two men with nothing on under the dress. With a sigh you settled on slipping into a cute but ultimately useless thong.

You might have had a ridiculous crush on the two men, and you might have had nights where the only thing that could get you off was the thought of them both taking you at the same time, but you’d never want to do something to make them uncomfortable and ruin the friendship. Besides you were sure Steve and Bucky both preferred the blonde, stick thin, fair skinned agents they saw day in and day out compared to your ever changing styled hair, curves, and brown skin. Part of you wondered if righteous, upright Steve, and careful, sweet Bucky would even know what to do with a woman like you.

Adding a couple layers of mascara to your lashes, and dabbing on some lip gloss you headed back towards the kitchen with a few minutes to spare. Slipping on an apron you set the table, glancing towards the door in hopes that Steve and Bucky wouldn’t arrive before you were done. The sound of the timer buzzing stole your attention away, just in time for you to miss the front door opening.

For a moment the two men couldn’t figure out what was so different in the house, then their tired minds registered the smell of food filling the air and the sound of your humming as you moved through the kitchen. Sharing a look the two super soldiers moved quietly, coming to stop in the entrance of the kitchen to simply watch you as you remained oblivious to their presence. Something about seeing you in a tempting little dress, an apron draped over you, and bending over in front of the oven did something to both of them. Bucky had managed to suppress his groan as he watched your plump ass sway through the air barely covered by your dress as you checked the cobbler.

Just like that the tension and stress that had been lingering evaporated, and all the blond could think or focus on was you as his eyes dragged up your bare legs, and settled on the fullness of your thighs. Just another couple inches higher and he’d be able to finally get a glimpse of the tight cunt he’d been dreaming about since he’d overheard you trying to keep yourself quiet as you whimpered and moaned his and Bucky’s names. He still remembered the sound of your vibrator buzzing in his ears. He was sure it was a quiet toy but to a super soldier it was loud in his ears and he wanted nothing more than to force open the door just so he could watch you fall apart. Bucky had convinced him to just go to bed, and think of anything except for ruining the friendship between the three of you.

Now there you were, looking like a pretty little housewife all happy and domestic in their home. Steve couldn’t help the sound that rushed out of him, and it startled you as you dropped the peach cobbler back onto the oven rack and slammed the door shut with a small sound of surprise. You whipped around, the bottom of your dress fluttering around your pretty brown thighs almost high enough to give them a glimpse of what was underneath. Steve wanted to bend you over right against the counter and rail you just like that. Bucky on the other hand had his mind on just how pretty you’d be all dolled up like this and on your knees with a mouthful of his cock.

“Oh you’re home.” You breathed out, a little breathless as you pressed a hand to your chest as your breathing began to even out. Neither Steve nor Bucky said anything, both of them just looking at you like they had discovered something new and fascinating about you. “I made you guys dinner, just to say thank you for letting me crash here for so long, and to celebrate me finally finding a pla—” You cut yourself off, Bucky’s sudden move as he rushed over to press you against the counter causing your words to get caught in your throat.

“You can’t move out.”

“Buck—” Steve warned, voice tight as he tried to keep himself in check. He wasn’t any less disappointed to hear that you’d found a place to move to.

“C’mon, man...I’m tired of pretending that we don’t want her.” The words were muffled into your temple as he inhaled your scent. “You practically sped the whole way here just because you wanted to be around her.” He threw out, and the confession had you stilling against him and looking over wide eyed to meet Steve’s darkening gaze. Your gaze dropped and zeroed in on the hard bulge pressing at the front of Steve’s jeans. It had your own arousal soaking against your panties, and all those late night fantasies were seeming like pale comparisons to what could happen if you just let it happen.

“We were going to try and ease you into the idea of it.” Steve admitted, taking his cues from the way your pupils were beginning to blow wide with lust. “But fuck, angel, you just look so good like this.” He huffed out, taking a step closer to cage you in between their two bodies.

“Like what?” It seemed like such a dumb question, but it was all your mind could process when you felt Bucky’s lips pressing against that sensitive spot right beneath your ear. You gasped, not really thinking when your hand flashed out and bunched into a fist as you grabbed onto Steve’s shirt.

Bucky was the one to speak next, “Like a sweet little housewife, all excited to take care of us with dinner waitin’ and all dolled up like this. Fuck, sweets…’m tryin real hard to control myself right now.”

His words nearly had your knees buckling, and before you could think better of it your mouth responded impulsively. “Then don’t control yourself.” The words had barely passed your lips when you felt Bucky pinning you to the counter as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was greedy, almost desperate, and consuming as Bucky nearly left you breathless. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you with a moan that you weren’t sure was coming from you or him. In the next second you were pulled away, a hand in your hair pulled hard enough to wrench your head away and it was Steve’s lips that found yours next. His kiss was different, softer, and more patient as he took his time and savored the feeling of your mouth against his. Bucky had left you breathless, but Steve had you weak in the knees. Between the two of them you knew that you didn’t stand a chance.

“You want this? Want us?” Steve questioned, and you nodded your mind too fuzzy from their kisses to work out the words to say, but that wasn’t good enough for him. Steve’s strong hand gripped your jaw just tight enough to make your brown eyes snap to his. “You’re gonna have to use your big girl words, angel.” He told you, and the way you sucked in a sharp breath at the slight condescending edge of his words had your panties soaking even more in your slick.

Bucky was barely keeping it together, the smell of you overtaking his senses and making everything else background noise as he pressed harder against you. You could feel just how hard he was, and you gave a needy whine as your mind worked overtime to tell your mouth to speak. “Y-yes, please.”

Your mind was hazy, lust and need pulling your focus between the two before the smell of something starting to burn cut through the haze and you jerked away from the two men with a gasp. “Shit! The cobbler!” You went to pull it from the oven, but Bucky beat you to it, reaching in with a metal hand and grabbing it to set on the stove. You looked down at it, a pout on your full lips as you huffed in frustration. It wasn’t too bad, but it was obvious that it was overcooked and wouldn’t taste the way it should. “Great it’s burned, it was supposed to be dessert for you guys.” You huffed, forgetting the tense moment just moments before as you got caught up in your despair.

“That’s okay, angel. I’m sure you’ve got something much sweeter for us to enjoy.” Steve’s voice had that dizzying low timbre again and you could feel his warmth as he pressed in behind you and caged your hips with his large calloused hands.

“Come on, sweets...I think I want dessert before dinner tonight.” Bucky added, nuzzling his face into your neck before pulling you away from the slightly burnt cobbler so that he could pick you up and set you on the counter and slot himself between your thighs. He balanced you on the edge of the counter, dropping to his knees and bunching your dress up over your hips. You didn’t try to stop him, only reaching out for Steve to pull him closer like you needed both of them within arms reach. Your panties were tugged away and left dangling uselessly against your ankle, and Bucky took a moment to admire the sight of your perfect pussy before he was diving in to lap, lick, and suck at you like a man that had been starved. One hand immediately flew to tangle in Bucky’s long locks, tugging hard and making him growl against you as his tongue landed against your clit and lashed at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Honestly you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt anyone who wasn’t yourself touch you, much less devour your pussy like it was the sweetest dessert known to man.

You let out a stuttered moan, your head falling back against the cabinets as your eyes screwed shut. Needy you reached for Steve’s belt, wanting to feel at least one of them. He helped you fumble with his belt and jeans until both were undone and you were able to reach in and pull him out. Precum dripped from the tip of him, and you used it to make his length slick enough for you to pump your fist over. He felt bigger than anything or anyone you’d ever taken before, and it had you clenching around nothing and moaning. He pumped his hips to fuck himself into your grip, one of his hands moving to pull the strap of the apron over your head and let it fall around your waist so he could pull your dress down to expose your breasts. They heaved with each labored breath you took, and Steve waited no time at all to bring his mouth to one of them and used a rough calloused hand to fondle and tease at the other. Between the two of them you were a complete mess and you could hear it with how loud the lewd noises of Bucky’s mouth on you were.

“You’re dripping all over m’fuckin tongue sweets, this perfect pussy...so fucking wet and sloppy for us.” Bucky groaned, teeth nipping at your inner thigh just as Steve rolled your nipple between his pearly rows.

“God...please, please...don’t stop.” You begged, hissing when you felt Steve tweaking your other nipple between the pads of his thumb and forefinger. The two men just chuckled, their hands wandering over you as their mouths worked over you in concert. You moaned loudly at the feeling of two rough digits pushing into your sopping core. Bucky curled them against your walls, pumping and searching for that sensitive patch of nerves nestled inside you, and when he found it you sobbed in pleasure and writhe against the countertop. The hand in his hair tugged harder, and the hand around Steve’s cock squeezed tighter. It leaves both men groaning against you and the vibrations that the sounds made against your sensitive body had you seeing stars and trying to close your legs around Bucky’s head.

A familiar pressure was building in you, and you knew what was coming if Bucky didn’t give you a chance to back off from the edge. Both men could hear it, the squelching from between your thighs loud in both their ears and seemingly encouraging their actions. “Listen to that juicy fuckin’ cunt, you gonna make a mess for us, angel?” Steve cooed, making you whimper when he grabbed you by the jaw and turned your head to claim your lips in a sloppy kiss. “Don’t fight it, angel. Give him everything.” He urged, groaning against your mouth as your hand kept stroking over him while he thrusted into the near death grip you had on his cock.

Bucky’s metal hand clamped down on one of your right thigh and forced your legs apart, and no matter how hard your body struggled he was too strong for you. Bucky’s lips sealed around your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped into you and targeted that sweet spot until you were wailing in pleasure and your vision was whiting out as you came gushing into the man’s mouth. The sight of you falling apart against Bucky’s mouth and fingers sent Steve over the edge, his hips stuttering in your grasp and his spend spilling over your fingers with a loud curse against your open mouth.

You were in a haze, whimpering when you felt Bucky’s fingers dragging out of you as he stood. Your bleary gaze made out the sight of Bucky’s wet fingers pushing into Steve’s mouth so he could suck them clean before the dark haired man was grabbing Steve by the jaw so he could pull the man close enough to spit your squirt into the blonds mouth. You moaned at the sight, your own fingers lifting to your lips to clean Steve’s spend off of them as you watched the Captain swallow your juices when a satisfied groan. The sound from you drew Bucky’s gaze and you could see the hunger in his gaze as you licked the last of Steve’s cum from your fingers.

“Shit, dirty fuckin’ girl. Lemme see.” Bucky urged, metal fingers curling around your throat to urge you to open your mouth so he could see the other man’s cum filling your mouth. He took you by surprise when he kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth and collecting Steve’s spend off of it with a moan. You were both breathless when he pulled away, swallowing what he’d taken from your mouth and giving you a sly grin. “What do you say we take this to the bedroom, and then we’ll reheat dinner after we’re done breaking in our best girl?” Bucky question, eyes sliding over to Steve who was watching the both of you hungrily.

“Let’s go, I wanna see this angel choking on your cock while I split that delicious cunt open on my dick”

You whimpered, squealing a second later when you felt Bucky suddenly hauling you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing so he could carry you towards the master bedroom with a grinning Steve trailing eagerly behind you.

[junko-and-riri-domain]

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since this is the 100th post on this blog I decided to do an ot7 one

simultaneously, this was a request so it worked out !!

anon said or but I decided to try & write both in here :$ so there’s kinda 2 mini scenarios for each member

also i wrote this on my phone in my notes while i was out today which is why everything’s lowercase :)

anon if you’d like me to rewrite this less as scenarios and more as bullet points just lmk!

Lee Heeseung

[a light’s on in the kitchen]

you wake up with the feeling of warmth no longer around you. looking around, you see that heeseung’s no longer in bed with you. your hand makes it way to your phone on your nightstand, 3:07 am greets your eyes and you hear faint sounds from outside the room. you get up with a yawn, the haze of sleepiness still on you as you make your way around the apartment the two of you share, a light’s on in the kitchen. he’s making ramen, you think to yourself. he stands tall by the stove, your footsteps are quiet as you hear him singing a song. when you get to him, your arms arm around his waist as he turns around to greet you, you jump up to give him a quick kiss, intending to meet his lips but because of how tall he is, your lips meet his cheek. he smiles, pulls you in closer to him, tilting up your chin but teases you by pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

[finally home]

you’re nestled up on the couch while a movie plays on the tv. today wasn’t a good day, to say the least. you woke up late which didn’t give you a chance to eat breakfast with heeseung, when you ordered lunch the fries were burnt and the food undercooked, and when you got home heeseung texted you to let you know that practice was running a little late which meant he wouldn’t get to have dinner with you. your eyes stayed settled on the tv until the sound of the apartment door greets your ears, bringing you out of that movie marathon haze you were trapped in. heeseung smiles as he sees you, makes his way to you, as he hands you a takeout bag.

“i bought some food on my way home, i’ll change and then we can eat, yeah?” he notices that you’re sad but doesn’t press you on about it. you nod, taking the bag from him. when he comes back, the two of you eat while a new movie is running. when you’ve finished all the food, his arm wraps around your shoulders and his head rests on top of yours.

“you ok?” he asks. his embrace is comforting and safe, similar to what it feels like when a blanket is draped over you just before you fall asleep.

“i am now that you’re finally home.”

rest of the boys under the cut !!

Park Jongseong / Jay

[flustered and red]

jay’s making dinner in the kitchen while you’re setting the table. you hear him chattering, more to himself than anything as he tries to make dinner the best that it can be. with how busy his schedule was and how much you’ve been swamped with your own work, the two of you haven’t had much time for each other. so, the you both having a free day today was something you were definitely going to take full advantage of. after setting the table, you head into the kitchen to see him slicing up lettuce for a last minute salad. you let out a smile as you see him make a honey based dressing and decided to surprise him by hugging him from behind. usually, he does it to you. despite his confident appearance and composure, you can already tell that he’s getting all flustered and red.

“Yah, who said you can sneak up on me like that!” he says, but makes no effort to pull away. You move so that you’re in front of him,

“If that’s how you react when I hug, how will you react when I do this?” Going on your tiptoes, your arms make their way around his neck as you feel the softness of his lips on yours. Guess honey was good as moisturizer…

[i built us a house]

jay was sitting in his gaming chair, his gaming set up in its own room while you were in the living room doing your own thing. while you were typing away on your laptop you hear your name being called, causing you to look up.

“i wanna show you something,” he said.

“i’m busy, hon,” you reply.

“real quick, i promise.” you sigh, knowing damn well jay wasn’t going to leave you alone until you went with him. so, following him into his game room he sat on his chair.

“why am i here?” you asked. he patted his lap, motioning for you to sit on him. as you did, one of his hands moves your hair to the other side while an arm stays settled on you. you can feel his breath on your neck, the butterflies in your stomach now doing somersaults.

“i built us a house.” your eyes look at the screen to see it on his minecraft server as his character walks around. you smile, turn your head so you’re looking at him,

“this is our house?”

“one day i’ll make it happen in real life.” despite the large promise, deep down you knew jay was going to find some way to make it a reality.

Sim Jaeyun / Jake

[just a little more]

you were on the living room couch, layla’s head on your lap while you pet her. as you do, you’re typing on your phone with your free hand. jake makes his presence known by sitting next to you, his head popping into your line of sight. you set your phone aside, smiling as you pat his hair. he frowns,

“you’ve been giving layla your attention all day, what about me?”

“layla’s cuter than you,” you reply with a teasing smile. he frowns, sighing slightly as he looks at the sight of all your attention on layla. jake heads to your room, glad that you loved layla as much as he did but wished you loved him just a little more. you head to the room, seeing jake seated by the edge of the bed, you settled yourself so that you were sitting on his lap, your legs around his waist.

“i want your attention too.”

“someone’s jealous.”

“naur, i’m not jealous,” he says, looking away. you lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his lips that lingers on for a few seconds longer than it should.

“yaur, ya are,” you tease. he smiles, kisses you again as his grip on you tighten slightly,

“it got you here, didn’t it?”

[a pair of fuzzy socks]

you’re half asleep when you feel warmth to your feet and suddenly a pair of fuzzy socks have been placed over them. you say nothing, wanting to go back to sleep more than anything. a few seconds later, you feel a dip on the bed, two actually, and you’re aware of both jake and layla around you. jake lifts up your head gently. you hear him whisper,

“layla, don’t wake up your mother,” and the feeling brings tingles to your heart, fireworks spreading throughout your body. he snuggles closer to you, intertwining his legs with yours as he traces random patterns on your back just before falling asleep.

Park Sunghoon

[cold]

for as long as he could remember, park sunghoon has lived life cold. on the ice he was cold. towards people he acted cold. you entering his life was like the sun rising after a freezing winter night. you were the heat that rid himself of the icicles stuck to his cold exterior. you melted the snowflakes of winter and turned them into roses of spring. you were the warmth he never knew he was missing. he was in your apartment, washing the dishes after you made lunch. you headed to him placing your hand on his arm. he looked over to you, smiling as you hugged his side. you leaned up as you kissed him, he couldn’t hold back his small laugh. as he felt your lips on his, heat rose to his cheeks. but despite the shyness in him about to take over, he fights it, leaning into you and kissing you once more.

[cold hands]

sunghoon has always had cold hands. and whenever he cuddled with you, he made sure that you knew it. the two of you were joking, running around the apartment when you and sunghoon both ended up on the bed. a glint appeared in his eyes, a plan forming in his head. the tips of his fingers met your stomach as you started bursting out in laugher.

“HOON WHY DO YOU HAVE COLD HANDS,” you yelled as you tried to fight him off. he smiled, vampire teeth showing in all their glory as he settled next to you in bed. his hand rested on your stomach as he brought you to him, his cold feet pressing to yours.

“you’re my personal heater,” he said, pulling you closer to him.

Kim Sunoo

[a little too close]

sunoo has always been clingy around you. some days, he’ll grab your hand out of nowhere and start fiddling with your fingers. at the most random times, he’ll play with your hair and think about how to style it. being in sunoo’s embrace is something that you’ve always welcomed. you were sort of the opposite, accepting and welcoming his touch but never really initiating it. until, today that is. you noticed someone talking to sunoo getting a little too close to him. you didn’t think much of it knowing how friendly sunoo was towards people and how others naturally gravitated to him. but, you couldn’t help yourself when you made your way to them and held onto sunoo’s hand, practically staring down the other person. sunoo smiled, intertwining your hands together while bringing you into the conversation. unsurprisingly, the outsider moved closer and without even thinking, you kissed sunoo’s cheek. his eyes slightly got wide as he looked at you, but it was an action he was glad for. in return, he kissed your cheek with a smile and couldn’t stop talking about it for the rest of the day.

[a tough day]

you were having somewhat of a tough day, having cramps, on and off headaches, and an annoying ringing in your ears that you just couldn’t get rid of. sunoo came home to find you layed on the couch, his heart breaking at the sight. he got some things and brought it to the living room,

“what are you doing?” you asked.

“spa day!” he replied excitedly. he rubbed lotion on your hands, placed cucumbers on top of your eyes, and combed out your hair. the night came to an end with you and sunoo laying on the couch together, him patting in the face mask then rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. with sunoo came a bubble of warmth you never wanted to leave.

Yang Jungwon

[make me]

jungwon’s in a playful mood today and with that playful mood comes teasing you. you’re in the living room where he decided to grab your sketchbook and hold it up above your head.

“won, give it back!” you exclaimed in annoyance, glaring at him. he has the audacity to look amused and he tells you,

“make me.” he’s always found joy in teasing you for your height and right now was no different. a plan forms in your head as you take some steps backwards. as you practically run to him, his eyes widen with fear as he’s forced to let go of your sketchbook to catch you and you end up latched onto him like a koala. you kiss him, in those few seconds the entire world stops and it’s as if no one but him exists. the kiss lingers on a second or two longer than you intended as jungwon’s grip on you tightens so that you don’t fall. on his face you see him smiling and those dimples that you’ve always loved appear. jungwon was never good at hiding his emotions, his love for you no different. you close your eyes as he leans down, you expect a kiss returned but instead, he kisses the top of your head. lightly flicking your forehead gently,

“that’s what you get for being short,” he says.

[i'm here]

with all his responsibilities and the things jungwon needs to take care of at such a young age, coming home to you is the one constant in his life. to him, the second he’s able to wrap his arms around you, revel in the scent of your shampoo, and gets to hold you, everything is just complete. at 1:06 am, he came home. it was late, he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep. he headed into the room you two shared, only to see you still awake.

“you’re up?” he asked.

“no, i’m asleep,” you reply sarcastically. he sighs, setting into bed next to you, “someone’s tired,” you said.

“i want cuddles,” he mutters unable to hide his need for your affection. you shift and his head lays on your shoulder. you run your hand through his hair while you kiss the top of his head,

“i’m here.”

Nishimura Riki / Ni-ki

[bungeo to his ppang]

more than anything, ni-ki liked to be by your side. whether it was while he was watching something on his phone, showing you a new dance routine, or asking you to dye his hair, as long as you were just with him, he was happy. sleeping is something that ni-ki has always enjoyed, how could he not when it grants him a few moments of peace before a busy day? the two of you are in the car, he rests his head on your shoulders. unlike normal, he doesn’t fall asleep this time. he pretends to, he closes his eyes, stays still while enjoying your warmth, but he’s not actually asleep. you didn’t seem to notice, he feels you messing with his hair a bit, something he’s never minded as long as it was with you. he hears you talking about how cute he is, practically fangirling over him. he feels you kiss the top of his head lightly,

“sleep well, ni-kitty,” he hears you whisper. he doesn’t move, doesn’t show any sign that he’s affected by your sudden actions of love. but deep down, he feels a happiness around you that’s greater than how he feels when he’s on stage. when he performs he enjoys the thousands of eyes that watch him but all he thinks about are how your eyes look at him with adoration and pride. it was in this moment that he knew, you were the bungeo to his ppang.

[take a break]

after dinner, you’re sitting on the floor of the table in front of the tv, trying to get some work done. suddenly, you feel a weight on your lap. you look down to see ni-ki’s head on your lap, his eyes closed but he’s clearly still awake.

“yah, get off,” you said, slightly lifting up your leg.

“no.” you roll your eyes, deciding not to pay attention to him as you go back to sleep our work. it seems that ni-ki had other plans as he took your one of your hand and starting fiddling with it.

“ni-ki, i’m busy.”

“take a break,” he said. you look down at ni-ki… how could you refuse? you put away your things, shifting so that your full attention was now on him. he smiled up at you, fiddling with the edge of your clothes while saying the most random things that made you laugh.

↬ ᴀ/ɴ pt. 2:

if anyone’s read up to this point pls lmk how it was, i’m not really good with ot7 scenarios typa things 😭

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