#come on anon reveal yourself don't be shy

[skolirethm]

that one anon deleted the gimmick blog in my name 😭 i demand an answer from my shadow

[lcriedlastnight]

Y/n thinks Lando wants nothing to do with her so she goes on a date with someone else and Lando angrily comes to crash it

amazing idea! thanks for your request anon! also i listened to this song while i wrote this and i think it goes so well!

tw: fem!reader, swears, miscommunication i think, idk lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 1.7k

"this is actually exciting! how long as it been since you've been on a date?" your friend asks as she curls a piece of your soft hair around her hair curler. you shrug, a little embarrassed at how long it has been since someone had asked you out. you had invited your best friend to come over and help you get ready. it was some guy called jamie that had asked you out and you were almost certain he was an engineer in the mclaren garage.

so when you both hear a knock at the door two hours before he was supposed to pick you up, you are both in a tizzy. your friend almost burned your neck with the scorching hot curling wand. you throw the nearest thing you can find over the top of your - quite revealing- top. it happens to be a black t-shirt lando had left at yours the last time he had stayed over.

the british driver was the sole reason why you had never been on a date with a guy for a whole two years. you had been friends since his f1 debut but just shy of a year ago, things progressed between the two of you. lando had gotten second in his home race and he was over the moon. you had finally been able to make it to the race, your work schedule finally clearing up in your favour for the first time in a while. to make an incredibly long and complex story short, you had ended up friends with benefits. your agreement had lasted up until last week. the rules were you two had to end things before seeing anyone else but you were to stay friends no matter what and of course, lando had found some girl he wanted to take out so he broke things off. it broke you. you knew falling for lando was a stupid thing to do and you really did try not to but it was difficult, he was lando, he was one of your best friends for a reason. so when jamie asked you out, you had jumped at the chance to try and get over your curly haired best friend.

you open the door to see none other than lando on the opposite side.

"hey, you look good, where you going?" he asks as he walks past you and into your apartment. you roll your eyes at him letting himself in. what was even the point of knocking in the first place?

"she's got a date and we're in the middle of getting ready right now." your friend sasses lando as she emerges from your room, her 'getting ready' playlist, as she had dubbed it, was still blaring in the room. lando looks up at you from his spot on your couch. his eyes narrow.

"a date?" the boy questions. you furrow your brows, unsure at what he is trying to get at.

"yes. a date. you know, like the one you went on last week? one of those." your a little teasing as you throw your words at him. lando rolls his eyes.

"yeah yeah i know what a date is, i'm just confused. i didn't know you were looking to date?" lando says and you were probably making it up but you swore you could sense some hurt in his voice. yeah there was no way that lando was hurt that you were going on a date, he had literally done the same thing and broken it off with you to do so, last week!

"i'm not looking to date. i got asked out and i said yes." you explain even though you don't really need to explain yourself. lando didn't with you.

"you never say yes. who asked you out?" lando interrogates you, it annoyed you to no end.

"does it really matter? i think he's nice. i never asked you all these questions when you went out on your date last week, did i?" you roll your eyes, walking back over to your friend, silently letting her know you wanted to go back through to your room to get ready and to fet away from lando. you don't wait to listen to see if lando responds - he doesn't anyway, keeping quiet. he knew you were right. it was wrong to act like this, to act jealous of this guy, not when you guys weren't even serious. not that you seen it that way. to you, lando was just being protective.

you sit back down with a sigh, while your friend returns to curling your hair. your friend tries to distract you from whatever just happened with lando as you turn the music up and try to get excited for your date. it gets a little hard when there is a lull in the conversation between the two of you and your mind starts working overtime. you start to wonder if lando would even want anything to do with you after him and this girl get closer. you have always dreaded the day one of lando's girlfriends would want you two to create some distance between you both. you had a sneaky feeling that it would be sooner rather than later.

the timing is perfect as you hear several knocks at your door just as your spraying your favourite gucci perfume lando had gotten you from christmas. even going on a date with someone else, lando was with you the whole time. you answer the door with a smile on your face, jamie returning it.

your friend and lando are sat on your couch watching a random show lando had put on while waiting for you to get ready. he did want to apologise but your date was here and he would rather do it just the two of you anyway. when the brunette seen it was one of the mclaren engineers, he feels the anger swell up inside of him. that should be him, lando had finally realised in that moment, lightbulb lighting up in his brain.

you go off with jamie, his arm interlocked with yours. he takes you to some fancy restaurant not too far away. he talks the full time about his job as an engineer and how exciting it was moving from race to race with the mclaren drivers. he babbles on and on about how he has been interested in motorsports since he was a child and how working with an actual formula one team had been his dream since forever. all the guy spoke about was himself. not once asking you about yourself or your own job. you had tried to get a word in but it was difficult when he just did not stop talking about himself since you both had sat down. the only time he was not talking was when his mouth was full of food.

you had gotten maybe halfway through your main course before you hear heavy footsteps heading towards your general direction. jamie is still talking away about how he got his degree and how amazing school was for him like you were actually listening and if he even spared a glance in your direction then he would be able to tell by your face that absolutely were not, in any way shape or form, listening. you probably had not even taken a word in since before the starters.

the footsteps get closer until they stop at your table. you look up and your eyes meet lando's furious ones. you were confused as to why he was angry but you were sure you were both (and maybe the entire restaurant) were about to find out.

"what the fuck are you doing?" lando asks you. this finally made jamie stop talking. you could kiss lando for many different reasons, the main one being he looked hot when he was angry.

"me? what am i doing?" you ask. lando nods his head. "i'm on my date. the one i said i was going on."

lando scoffs. "with one of my engineers? you're doing this to get back at me for ending things." lando straight up accuses you. you gasp up at him, dumbfounded. this causes jamie to speak up again and ask "you two were a thing? i didn't know," he looks at lando "seriously, man i didn't know, she didn't say anything. if i knew i would never have asked her out."

lando just stares at the man. his hand then digs into his pocked and fishes out his wallet, throws cash down on the table, grabs your hand pulling you out of your chair and drags you out the restaurant. once outside and away from anyone, you pull your hand out of his grasp.

"what are you doing? i told you i was going on a date! you have no right to act like this!" you shout at him, finger pointing at him.

lando's eyes roll. "yeah but you didn't mention it was with someone i work with. you are clearly trying to get back at me for going on a date with that girl and ending things with you." lando accuses you again.

"how is that me getting back at you? i already told you i don't care who you want to date. kiss who you want i couldn't care less." you lie straight to his face and lando can tell straight away. instead of arguing about it with you though. he mumbles "i wanna kiss you." then pushes you against the brick wall, gently before his lips are attacking yours. he leaves little nips and bites as he kisses you harshly. letting a bit of his frustrations because of the lost time between the two of you, out in the kiss. you kiss back just and hard. your hands clutch at his shirt as he holds your hips in place against the wall. lando pulls away panting, his forehead resting on yours.

"m'so sorry. i couldn't stand the thought of you with someone else. then i realised that's probably how you felt with me too, then i just had to see you and stop you from spending anymore time with him." lando explains, a little guilty. you smile as you let your hand come up to stroke his eyebrow gently.

"he was a fucking bore anyways." you tell lando who laughs as he leans in for another kiss.

[deathbxnny]

Heyy! May i request gallagher, sunday and boothill with a reader who is like furina?

(hiding her problems and fears while acting happy and quirky)

~🎀

I absolutely love this idea, especially because it's about Furina, who I also love, hehe!! I also made this into a teen reader, which I hope you don't mind, anon!! I'm just craving some platonic stuff lately. So thank you for this request, Anon, and I hope you like my post!!<33

Content: Platonic relationships, teen reader, angst, hurt/comfort, manipulation/brainwashing for Sundays part, father figures hsr men, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not proofread))

》GALLAGHER

Gallagher saw through your facade with ease yet didn't dare push you to reveal your true self to him for a multitude of reasons. He mainly, however, didn't want to overwhelm you, figuring that you hiding your true self was just a coping mechanism for a darker past you were desperately trying to keep away.

And so he let you prance around the bar in your fake grandiose personality, whilst he kept his eyes on you at all times just in case. He knew you'd break eventually, and not because he necessarily wanted that to happen. He just knew that a young kid like you couldn't hold out forever.

Whether you do finally let the facade drop one day or not is up to you in the end, however. He makes it clear indirectly that he's there for you no matter what. And even if you never reveal your darkest fears to him, he'll always watch over you anyway as well.

》SUNDAY

Sunday also immideatly notices that your rather loud and proud personality was all a facade to hide a dark past even he had yet to discover. And unfortunately for you, he doesn't shy away from confronting you for your own good. Some may say that it was a little harsh or maybe even reckless, but Sunday always believed to know better.

This most likely leads to you having to drop your mask and tell him the reasoning behind your fake smiles and quirky behaviors. Whether through your own will or his own is up to you to decide, although he also sees no shame in either. If it helps you, then he'll stop at nothing to make you feel better.

You can get angry at him, you can cry to him, you can also bury your face into his shoulder and let yourself get comforted by his sweet, soothing voice as well. He doesn't mind it. Even if some of it is influenced by his tuning ability. But you can't blame him for using his power on you, right? You understand that it is for your own good, yes? He just wants to help you.

》BOOTHILL

It takes a bit for Boothill to realise that your personality is fake, mainly because he sometimes finds himself doing the same thing at times. He only notices that something is amiss when you suddenly burst into tears, overwhelmed by your hidden emotions at last. And it all suddenly clicks in his head, that he couldn't help but knock on it in self-disappointment.

He's not good with emotions, but he likes to think that he was once good with kids. He'll pull an arm around you, pat your head, tell you that it's all good and to just let it alllll out to your old man Boothill. He doesn't mind your tears staining his steel, an old memory of him soothing a young toddler coming to mind when he allowed you to cry into him.

He knows that as galaxy rangers, you should be independent from him, fully able to be on your own and deal with your emotions as they come. But he finds himself simply making you promise to be yourself from then on as you continue on your journey together. He may be breaking some rules... but it's all good in his book, If you're happy with it, too.

Alrightttt... I hope this was okay Anon!! And thank you again for the request, I loved it!!<33

[yujinnieswifeu]

hi baby!!

i know life's busy for you hun, but I've been thinking about gp dom wonyoung with kinda sexy but also fluffy girl reader!!

i hope nothing is traffic for you, your such a lovely soul and so gorgeous. don't rush yourself or force yourself to do it, thank you so much!!

i love you and have a beautiful day, evening and night this week!! 😘❤️

pairings: sub!fem reader x g!p dom Wonyoung

warnings: smut, deepthroating, wony has a dickk, reader calling wing mommy (cause we all know i have a mommy kink🤓)

a/n: hi sweetss, thank you for your kind thoughts, and thank you also for telling me to not rush cause i feel bad at times when i see the amount of requests i have and the wait i put you anons go through :( please do forgive me >.<, and hope you’re having a good day as well!! I won’t yap anymore haha, enjoy this short drabble anonn~~

You were Wonyoung’s precious girl. Well, that was to Wonyoung. She loved teasing you, calling you her precious girl and watch your face turn from all confused to bashful within seconds, it always never fails to make Wonyoung giggle at your state, her smile spreading to her eyes.

So imagine when you, the most adorable and innocent looking girl in Wonyoung’s eyes decides to wear a skimpy outfit. Oh, it has Wonyoung gripping the edge of the desk rather tightly, her eyes trained on the exposed part of your skin, her thoughts running wild. “I…wanted to wear something a bit more..revealing Wony baby..since we’re going to that party..i decided i needed to dress up more!” You shyly expressed, the red tint on your cheeks now obvious as you look anywhere but at Wonyoung, too shy to even look at her.

“Come here..” her voice was deeper than usual now, it never fails to make you weak in the knees, you knew this was going to turn into something else when really you two were running late to the party. You knew you shouldn’t listen to her, to the thoughts in your head, but then your legs moved, and the next thing you knew you were on her lap. The feeling of something poking against you when you sat down makes you yelp a little, knowing she was hard because of you makes you throb instantly.

And you were having an effect on her alright. Sure, in Wonyoung’s eyes, you were not only adorable and innocent looking, but oh she has seen that side of you. When you two were alone, those eyes, the teasing touches you leave on her, you were not in the least innocent, rather the opposite. You were her naughty, sexy girl too. The way you would stride up to her during the times you teased her, the way your hips would sway side to side, oh…she wanted to show the whole world how lucky she was at that moment.

And now here you were, whimpering in her ear about how much you need her, moving yourself over her thighs, your knee pressing against her bulge that was wanting to be freed so bad. “Mmm baby, tell me what you want from mommy hm?” She stops your movements, her hands gripping firmly at your ass which makes you mewl, pouting cutely at her. “Want to see mommy’s cock..” You were being so good, telling her what she wanted to hear, the red on your cheeks spreading to your ears, feeling so shy and aroused at the same time.

Within seconds, you could hear her undo her black leather jeans, your eyes trains down to where her cock had sprung out. You held back a moan, she was always so big and girthy, it just looks so hot, and you could feel yourself salivating at the sight. “Eyes up here baby.” She rasps out, making you whimper as you lock eyes with her instead. She smirks, guiding her cock along your folds, lubricating her shaft in the process while her hand goes to palm at your covered breasts, making you gasp.

“We need to make this quick.” She whispers against your ear, slipping her hard-on inside of you which makes you moan loudly. “Oh…m-mommy…!” You cry out, your back arches slightly, your mouth agape as you lost yourself in pleasure.

“So pretty for m-me ahh—“ Wonyoung moans, her hands clumsily drags the top of your dress off your shoulders, she thanked god that your dress had paddings, it was so much easier to access where she wanted, her fingers circling your hardened nipples, watching you move desperately in her lap, masturbating yourself on her cock.

“M-mommy ahh..!” You were a moaning mess, hands gripping against her shoulders as you bounce on her cock. Wonyoung takes in your view for a second, before diving her head lower to latch a nipple between her lips, she hums against it, which sends bolts of electricity through your body. “So close mommy!” You say desperately, you were trembling above her now, squeezing around her cock which makes her draw closer to her own orgasm.

“F-fuck…you’re taking me so well precious.” She curses, her hands finding purchase on your asscheeks as she squeezes them harshly in her palms, causing a red print to form on your ass which would last a few days. “M-mommy please!” She cooes, bringing her lips on yours as she control your movements over her cock, her hands moving you up and down on her. You moan against her lips, the feeling was too much and you cum around her, your body shuddering.

Wonyoung feels the tightness when you cum over her cock, it only hightens her pleasure, and she pulls away from the kiss. “So tight…on your knees baby.” You didn’t have to be told twice, going down on your knees, your lips parts and she downs her cock inside of your warm walls. Wonyoung eyes rolls to the back, moving your head up and down on her cock, her fingers tangled in your hair. “F-fuck mm yes good girl..mommy’s going to cum inside of y-your mouth okay?” She says through moans, and you hum around her cock. She could feel the vibrations when you did so, which makes her cum instantly, she lets out strings of curses, holding your head down as she forces you to take all of her load which you gladly did.

Pulling you back, Wonyoung touches your cheek gently, she loved you like this. Messy hair, ruined makeup, and a fucked out expression. “My good girl…open your mouth hm.” She orders, and you do so, letting her see that you indeed swallowed all of her cum. She bites her bottom lip, before bringing you over the bed instead. “Change of plans baby, no party today okay?” And who were you to deny her? Needless to say, she fucks you throughout the night, reminding you occasionally that you were her good girl.

[werecreature-addicted]

Birth Control Anon again (Gotta come up with another name for myself someday). Remember that post about how centaurs can't mastrubate that was circling Tumblr a little while ago? Just thinking about it about it and imagine; You work as something of a monster sexpert, you have a nice little business providing toys and gear for anyone and anything. Nice treated iron chains for a kinky elf looking for the right sort of sting during a BDSM session? You've done that. A suspension rig that can (safely) hold all 13 ft of a lamia and still be sexy? You can get one done in a few weeks. A cocksheathe for a werewolfs poor human boyfriend who can't really measure up to non-human dicks? Got it in a week and a pamphlet on how else you can please your partner to boost his confidence. You get the picture. You've made a name for yourself in certain circles.

When a shy centaur tip-toes his way into your workroom, you're almost surprised that you've yet to have one as a customer before today. He explains his perdicament, he simply cannot reach back there himself and he's broken too much furniture humping it trying to get off. Can you do anything to help him out? You ask him about his preferances, what he wants or needs and he shyly reveals just HOW inexperienced he is in all of this. Trying to vaguely explain such and such a thing he's seen in some centaur videos and you two end up watching it together--for research purposes, of course. You work on the fuck machine for him, it's a long process and you don't normally update a client as often as you do to him, but the few times you've been on a phone call, his excitement and anticipation is palpable over the phone and you can't help but think this is like edging for him. When it's done you ask him if he want's to try it out, he blanches a little. Right now? Infront of you? You tell him yes, it's a big rig and you want to make sure everything's a-okay. He's blushing and shaking with excitement as you help set him up and then...

i mean this is your first time making something like this and this is his first time fucking something like this you HAVE to be there to watch, just to make sure everything fits properly. maybe even lube up his cock and help him mount the toy before fucking the shit out of it. :3 all part of customer service baby.

[hhonghu]

I am resisting the urge to bombard you with sub yandere thirsts while you're working and will limit it to only one

Sub yandere Kabukimono

He has absolutely no idea what he's feeling or why he's feeling it, but he knows he really wants you to stay with him- maybe Niwa gives him a bit of encouragement and our lovely, naïve Kabukimono takes it the obsessive wrong way?

More of a general idea than a thirst, but I really really like it

[Thirst]!

hehehe don't be shy to share more anon >:) i'm happy to see my inbox from anyone and i love this idea of sub yandere kabukimono

oh, poor kabukimono.. he feels so conflicted! he doesn't understand what he's feeling in his chest, it frustrates him! he just love's you so much, it feels wrong when you pay attention to someone else. you have have him! you have him by your side, why do you look somewhere else? the frustration gets to him so much that even niwa notices it. he couldn't help but ask what was bothering him and kabukimono almost cries out. "niwa.. i'm so upset.. [name]..", "did they do something wrong?" kabukimono shakes his head, no no! you can never do anything wrong, it was just.. "niwa.. it's just i feel so sad.. i really love [name].. i want them by my side all the time, i don't want them to keep looking at anyone else.. niwa, what do i do?"

niwa felt pity on him, he guessed that kabukimono was just feeling overwhelmed for what he feels for you. "uh.. kabukimono listen, what you feel is normal for [name]. they love you back, don't they? they love you just as much you love them, there's no need to be insecure." but kabukimono shakes his head again, it is not enough. "niwa.. you don't understand.. this feeling.. i want them all for myself, there is no one else suited for them other than me. no one can compare to me, ever." niwa's eyes widen, kabukimono changed. but he shakes it away, chalking it up to his intense love for you.

"i'm sure that you're right, you don't worry about it much. they wouldn't confess their love for you if they didn't feel the same way. they know your worth to them, kabukimono and you've proven yourself that." niwa pats his back to add for comfort, "their yours, everyone knows that. if you want, you can ask [name] to prove it to you." niwa thinks that kabukimono just needed reassurance from you, afterall you were popular with people and he was just as a student learning a craft, so it was understandable that kabukimono would feel rather insignificant if there was other people next to you most of the time.

kabukimono thought for a second before agreeing with niwa. that's right, [name] could prove to me that i'm the only one for them and no one else. kabukimono thanked niwa and decided to come visit you tonight.

when night came, he set out to your home and knocked. he didn't tell you he was coming over so you assumed it was someone else and opened the door to reveal a seemingly desperate kabukimono and lett him in. "ah, darling, it's you. you should've—" you cut yourself off, feeling his body crashing into yours. you wrapped your arms around him before your back hits the ground making your groan in pain. "o-ow! darling, is something the matter?" he nuzzles his head to your chest and nods, pitiful sounds can be heard escaping his lips. you lay your head down on the floor and brought your hand to his head, carding through his hair with your fingers. "what's wrong?"

"[name].. i'm yours.. please.. i can't take it anymore... you can't have anyone else.. i—" he hiccups as pretty tears slide down his cheek, his hands roaming around your body and pawing at your shirt as if you'll disappear. you glace at him confused before cooing at him, how cute. "[na-name], please.. say i'm yours.. i belong to you.. that hic— there can't be anyone else, right?" his glossy eyes bore back into yours and you nod. "of course, there isn't anyone anyone else i want than you. i love you and you love me, don't you?" he nods, sniffling at your words. "you're mine. your heart, your mind, and your body is all mine. you're a smart boy, darling. you belong to me and no one else." you can feel him hump your thigh, not so subtly rocking his hips as you keep saying words of possession to him. kabukimono felt his entire feel warm, he needed to hear more. he wanted more of you to stake claim of him.

he sat up on your thighs and began to loosen his shirt, pulling it down to reveal his already hardened nipples. his hands grabs yours, slowly dragging until it reaches his chest, his fingers guiding your thumb to press on his hard nubs, making him moan. "i-it's not enough.. prove it.. play with me, [name]. do anything to me, please.." you stare in awe before smiling.

"of course, darling."

heheheeh yandere kabukimono innocently feeling sily to kill people bc they're a little too close to you lol. thank you anon for the food!! ^^

[hazelnutsforellie]

Can you plsssss write ellie with an inexperienced reader and helping them through their first time? (doesn’t have to be specific) maybe ellie is kissing readers neck and they pull away kind of harshly but then ellie helps them feel good

IDK IDK THE THOUGHT CAME TO ME I NEED IT NOWWWW

melanchole | e. williams ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

PAIRING— modern!ellie williams x afab or fem!reader

SUMMARY— your best friend, ellie, has a hard time controlling her anger when it comes to you, accidentally revealing her feelings for you in the process.

WARNINGS— NSFW, smut [18+], mutual pining, angst & fluff, protective ellie, alcohol use, ellie gets in a fight, mentions of blood & small wounds, top!ellie, inexperienced bottom!reader, reader is kinda shy & quiet, thigh grinding, fingering (r rec), oral (r rec), multi-orgasm [2], overstim, praise, pet names, kinda proofread.

WC— 5.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE— ty for the request, anon!! i wasn't sure if you meant the reader's first time with a girl or in general so i did in general. feedback is always appreciated, pls don't be shy!! ♡

You shifted in the passenger seat of Ellie's car as you watched the tree line to your right, when the streetlights allowed it. Neither of you spoke as the soft pattering of the rain provided just enough noise to keep Ellie at ease. You weren't particularly... happy with her, or her actions. You'd planned to have a nice outing like you do every Saturday night, but something had shifted.

Your train of thought began to shift as you ran through the events in your head that caused such a dent.

It was too quick, too swift. The burning of the alcohol coursing through your veins along with the thumping of the music in the background continued to ramp up your adrenaline with each passing second. Standing in the kitchen of the frat party, you were a few feet behind Ellie, and a guy you'd never seen before was lying on the floor in front of her.

In one moment Ellie toward the kitchen to get more drinks. In there, you found said guy standing by the sink. The next moment, he began making disgusting comments about you. In Ellie's opinion, at least. To you, he simply complimented you.

Of course, after hearing his flirtatious comment, Ellie immediately stepped in and snapped at him to fuck off. Unbeknownst to anyone, the guy has major anger issues. As does Ellie. This only made things worse, causing the guy to snap back with much more venom.

Ellie had a difficult time controlling her anger issues, and when you were in the mix, there was no way she was going to be able to hold herself back. So Ellie, infamous for her inability to control her anger when it came to you, threw the first punch. Before you knew it, Ellie was towering over him, fingers twitching as her chest heaved. He was down, and Ellie knew it was smart to leave him as is, but she was unable to step away on her own.

The circle surrounding you three was growing larger and the loud whispers and stares were becoming overwhelming for you and once he stood up, wiping the blood from his top lip, you were able to ground yourself. Grabbing Ellie's wrist, you pulled her away from the scene, your plan to have a night out being cut short. Ellie made sure to glare at him until he was out of sight.

The entire drive back to her place was silent as you replayed the events in your head. Ellie was driving with her right hand on the top of the wheel, her other resting on her forehead as she leaned against the door. Neither of you had yet to say anything, getting in the car and silently agreeing to go to Ellie’s dorm, your prime hangout since she had a single room.

Ellie absentmindedly chewed on her lower lip as she too repeated the events in her head, her eyes piercing forward. She was angry, but not as angry as before. She was angry with herself. She couldn't believe she'd let herself snap in front of you, convincing herself that she'd ruined the entire evening when she could've just walked away.

That’s what you couldn’t shake.

She could’ve just walked away.

You knew Ellie was protective of you, given you’re her best friend, but it felt different. There was more than what you could see on the surface, which was slowly piercing through the more the two of you stayed silent. Sure, if the guy had actually made a rude comment at first, you would’ve been able to understand her behavior much easier. You felt completely sober the more you thought about it, becoming bolder.

"What was that?" you broke the silence, causing Ellie to nearly smile, though she was able to control it. She thought it was cute how you always wanted to cut to the chase, but she didn't want to with this situation. Not at all.

"Can we just wait 'till we get there?" Ellie managed, retightening her grip on the wheel. Despite the darkness that allowed little to no light inside the car, you were able to see Ellie’s swollen knuckles as she gripped the wheel. Seeing this, you swallowed thickly and quickly averted your gaze through the windshield.

Ellie could tell that you were frustrated, it was evident in your body language. When you would turn your head and look out the window, Ellie would steal a glance of you. She wanted to see you, but she didn't want to make eye contact. She felt embarrassed, scared, too many things. On the inside, Ellie began to panic, realizing that she had to have an actual explanation.

Ellie kept her eyes forward as she led you down the quiet hallway, stopping before her door to unlock it. Of course, Ellie let you in first before stepping inside and closing the door behind her. Ellie's dorm wasn't spacious but it wasn't tiny either, having just enough space for her bed, a small living area, kitchen, and bathroom.

Ellie had numerous posters and wall décor decorating her walls, adding life to the dull cream-colored paint. She had comfy furniture that encapsulated her personality quite well, in your opinion. You both were silent as you kicked your shoes off, finding a place to put your things as Ellie peeled her jacket off, leaving herself in a hoodie and jeans. You followed her actions, still avoiding eye contact as you hung your jacket by the door, next to hers.

You watched her back as she made her way into her private bathroom, leaving the door open as she stopped in front of the sink, twisting the faucet on. She was too focused on scrubbing her hands to notice you watching her, watching the water become a light tint of crimson after running over her skin.

You kicked your shoes off by the door before following her, stopping in the doorway of the bathroom just a foot away from Ellie's right elbow. Your eyes were glued to her hands in the sink to the right, watching her rinse them clean. You finally looked up and into the mirror, instantly meeting Ellie's bright green eyes and the dark bruise that was forming on her right cheek.

"Holy fuck," you breathed, grabbing her chin to turn her face into her direction, finally meeting full eye contact for the first time since you left the party. Ellie's bottom lip jutted out as if she was going to say something, but nothing came as her eyes casted to the side while you examined her bruised face. "I didn't even see him get one in."

"He barely did," Ellie mumbled, her eyes finally flicking to yours. In contrast to her words, she had one, two, three scrapes from the guy's rings when he got one good punch to her eye. Her cockiness made you lightly chuckle, but your smile quickly fell as you released your grasp on her chin, your hand faltering back to your side. Ellie's eyelashes fluttered after the warm contact of your skin left hers, making her clear her throat as she leaned for the towel on the counter, drying her hands off.

You let out a sigh, grabbing a fresh rag from a folded pile on the corner of the counter. You knew that Ellie was going to be too stubborn to take care of herself. Ellie's eyes followed your movements, watching as you grabbed the washcloth before twisting the faucet on. You held the rag under the lukewarm water, soaking it as Ellie's eyes trailed the side of your face and down your neck before hearing you turn the faucet back off.

You were both silent as Ellie leaned her left hip against the counter, watching you wring the rag out, into the sink. There was a clear tension. The unusual silence wasn't due to the fight itself. It was because of the reason. You'd never witnessed her be so openly protective of you, mainly because she never had to be.

As much as you hated to admit it, you liked it. You didn't think it was okay for Ellie to throw her fist around, but you couldn't help but feel your stomach begin to twist in fluttery knots the more you thought about how angry she became, practically shielding you from the random guy at the party before they began throwing punches.

After wringing the rag out, you looked back up to Ellie's face, her eyes already staring as you began to dab the rag on the scrapes within her bruise, trying your best to avoid hurting her. Ellie gently grunted, closing her eyes as you wiped the her cheekbone clean. You only assumed it was from the guy's rings, leaving scrapes deep enough to leave a burn but not bleed too much.

The obvious red mark was already turning blue, and you had to admit that she looked hot that way. Ellie's eyes fluttered back open to meet your hooded eyelids as the pressure of the rag became softer, your eyes still focusing on her skin. She didn't care if you caught her, where else was she supposed to look? She wanted to say something, but she was at a loss for words. The silence was comfortable, you both just couldn't stop your minds from racing. Once you were done, you gave Ellie a nod before pulling your arm back.

"I got it," Ellie said, extending her arm out with an open hand. You placed the rag in her palm with a nod before gently turning on your heels, making your way over to the couch while she finished up. You didn't want to hound her, sensing that she didn't know how to approach the situation yet. You pulled one of her throw blankets over your frame, leaving yourself uncovered from your chest up.

Ellie felt her body relax as you distanced, being able to collect herself and her thoughts as she rinsed the rag out. There was no doubt that the alcohol coursing through Ellie's veins was partially at fault for her irrational decisions. Of course, both of you felt sober long before you got to the dorm.

You were pulled back from your thoughts as you saw the bathroom light flick off, Ellie emerging from the smaller room, toward the couch. Her couch was not the average three-seater, and was more of a loveseat. You had taken the left side, your usual spot, making yourself comfortable into the corner as you waited for Ellie to sit down.

Ellie sat close to the edge of the couch, not facing you as she usually would. Usually, she preferred sitting face-to-face, but she didn't want to face you as she talked about the situation at hand. So instead, she was sitting up with her elbows on her knees, manspreading as she her mind continued to run. You noticed there were new bandages on her knuckles that she applied after you left the bathroom, seeing that her index and middle finger of her right hand were free of such bandages. You nearly groaned at yourself for your thoughts, knowing it was not an appropriate time.

Ellie knew she had to tell you how she felt about you. She was just terrified. She couldn't imagine losing you because you couldn't reciprocate her feelings and felt like you needed to distance yourself from her. No, she couldn't handle the thought of that. She needed you.

"So..." you softly trailed off, crossing your arms over your chest as you felt yourself warm up underneath the blanket. This action caused your breasts to lift and show more cleavage, which was the root cause of the fight to begin with. Ellie saw it in the corner of her eye, tightening her grip on her hands. You knew that you had to go full force and just get straight to the point, sensing that Ellie would do everything she could to beat around the bush. She seemed extremely nervous, and much less angry than before. "Why did you hit him?"

Ellie felt a breath fall from her lips, having expected you to jump to the point, but secretly hoping you would change the subject. Ellie didn't overthink her thoughts, knowing that it was best to just be free with her answers.

"I didn't like what he said," Ellie explained, gently fiddling with her hands as her eyes darted around the room. You watched this, your eyes focusing on the side of her face as suddenly nothing else in the room mattered other than her.

"Ellie... he said 'I love your shirt'..." you trailed off with a smirk, which made Ellie want to instantly roll her eyes. She didn't think you dressed slutty or anything, she just knew that the guy was googling at your cleavage. She saw his gaze before he even spoke, hence why she snapped at him so quickly.

"He was checking you out," Ellie explained, twisting her wrist to expose her open palm in a way to express her frustration. You were surprised that she was quick to continue. "Before you even saw him he was staring at you."

"Is he not allowed to do that?" you quirked a brow, earning a soft scoff from Ellie in return as she finally turned her head to meet your eyes, her elbows remaining on her thighs as a strand of loose hair fall over her face. It was a serious yet sarcastic question, you wanted to know what Ellie meant.

"No, that's... that's not what I mean," she stammered, beginning to fiddle with her hands again. "He was looking at your chest as soon as we walked in the kitchen... I just, I just knew what he really meant."

You leaned forward, Ellie's nervousness becoming quite obvious as she softly twisted her slender fingers. Ellie kept her eyes on yours as you leaned closer to her, the skin between your eyebrows folding as you parted your lips to speak, your mind continuing to run as you thought about the events again. Still, you couldn't understand why she hit him.

"You could've walked away... Ellie, you broke his nose and kept going," you stated the obvious, making Ellie turn her head forward again to avoid your stare. It was hard to look you in the eye, especially under such circumstances.

You shook your head, softly grabbing Ellie's chin to turn her head back in your direction, meeting her green orbs once again.

"Don't do that," you nearly ordered, wanting Ellie to stop avoiding. You had to admit, you had a pretty good idea as to what she was thinking, and unbeknownst to you, you were right. Ellie had feelings for you, as you did for her. You understood why she did what she did, even though it's not an excuse.

Suddenly, neither of you had anything to say. Eyes glued to each other, you didn't notice Ellie's chest slowly begin to heave in shaky breaths. Oh, how she just wanted to kiss you.

"Yeah, I broke his nose. I'd do it again," Ellie murmured back, her eyes never leaving yours. You were not expecting her to say such things, feeling your chest lock as your heat began to burn with arousal. Ellie's shift from being nervous and quiet to blunt and nonchalant stunned you, making you squeeze your thighs together as you continued to sit up with your knees close to your chest, still leaning into her.

Ellie turned her body in your direction and leaned into you, her eyebrows softly knitting together. She saw it. She saw the way your legs tensed and your thighs clench together, how could she not? Even though her eyes were boring into yours, she was paying attention to every movement you made.

Ellie's eyes left yours to cast down to your lips, glancing at the way they were parted. She then looked back up to your eyes, which were silently pleading for her to kiss you. You didn't lean back, continuing to lean into her as to provoke her. You let your legs fall so that your knees weren't up but folded, your ankles hanging off the couch so that you and Ellie were practically in the same position, facing each other.

Ellie didn't care to hide her need for you, knowing her feelings were now obvious to you. She just didn't know if you wanted her just as much as she wanted you.

"So a guy can't say anything about me when you're around?" you continued to provoke her, causing the heat in Ellie's lower half to warm as she thought about you being hers. You noticed Ellie's eyebrows twitch, as she was slightly taken aback by your comment, knowing what you were trying to do.

"What are you doing?" she murmured, her voice sounding like gravel coated in honey as a smirk began to break on her lips, your doe eyes never leaving hers. Or her bruise. Fuck, her bruise. It turned you on more than you'd liked to admit.

"I'm just asking if I should start holding your hand to make you feel better, or..." you slowly teased in a joking manner as a smile began to tug the corner of your own lips. Ellie's heart was pounding in her chest, her veins burning with desire as she lost control of herself, unable to hold herself back from making a move at least once.

Ellie's hands found your cheeks as she pulled your face closer to hers, her eyes glancing from your lips to your eyes before her lips met yours. You could feel the slight scratchiness of the bandages on her hands, nearly making you moan against her lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, the feeling of her wet lips locking with yours causing a fire to burn in your core. Ellie pulled you deep into her, your lips smashing as she then pushed your forward with her body, the both of you sitting up straight as your lips remained locked. You wanted to catch a glimpse of her face, but her tongue was urgent, dipping between your lips as her palms tugged at your jaw. She'd craved you for a long time, and finally being able to kiss you was more than a relief.

Suddenly, Ellie pulled her lips away from yours, but her hands never left your jaw. She glanced into your eyes for a mere moment before tilting her head in the other direction, smashing her lips back onto yours as you then placed your hands on her jaw as well, tugging her into you.

Ellie's hands fell from your cheeks to lean forward, pushing you onto your back with her body as she used her hands to stabilize herself on the loveseat underneath you. She used her right knee to separate your legs, your right leg hanging off the couch as Ellie's upper knee made contact with your clothed heat, causing you to gasp against her lips.

Ellie's lips parted from yours as she looked down at you. Before she could say anything, you softly bucked your hips to grind your core against her thigh, silently telling her that you did like it. She knew you were inexperienced, being your best friend and all, she knew those things. That is partly why she was so protective of you, you realized. She has always been protective of you.

Ellie dipped her head back down, reconnecting her lips with yours as she began to softly grind her knee against your clothed heat, the friction of your jeans causing you to whimper soft noises underneath her. Ellie's grip on the cushions underneath you tightened, a whimper leaving her own lips at the noises you made as she continued to softly grind against your core. You reached to hold onto Ellie's wrist beside your head, from where she was stabilizing herself above you, your nails softly digging into her tattoo as she grinded against you.

"F-fuck," you whispered against her lips, nearly causing her to moan. She relished in the noises you continued to make while she began to trail wet kisses down your neck, the foreign feeling being mixed with her grinding causing a whine to fall from your lips. Ellie retracted, unsure of what you would like since you didn't have any experience with anything sexual involving another person.

"Are you okay?" Ellie asked with heavy breaths as she looked down at you, her bright eyes seeming dark in compliment with her bruise. You nodded, looking up at her through your lashes as you tightened your grip on her wrist. "If you want me to stop, just say the word. I wanna make you feel good, okay?"

You quickly nodded in understanding as Ellie leaned back down to capture your lips with hers again. She then tore her her grip away from the couch to lock her fingers in the belt loops of your jeans, pulling you against her thigh. You needed her, desperately, but you didn't know how to ask, or what to say.

"What do you need, baby?" Ellie asked, noticing the clear begging eyes you portrayed as her hands began trailing your hips. You huffed, bucking your hips against her. Despite never doing such things before, you weren't foreign to the burning desire you felt in your lower half. There have been many occurrences where Ellie did something so little yet effective, such as driving. You'd always have to squeeze your thighs together and look out the window to avoid wanting to pounce her.

You didn't even care that your first time was happening on your best friend's couch. Both of you were too urgent to care, wanting to feel each other after waiting for so, so long.

"Can I take these off?" Ellie asked in a caring tone as she gently tugged the belt loops of your jeans closer, forcing your clothed cunt against her thigh with more pressure than before, which made you want to shiver under her hold. You nodded as you stared into her eyes, a small smile finding their way on her lips in return.

Ellie's fingers found their way to the button of your jeans, loosening them around your waist. You arched your back and lifted your ass, allowing her to pull your jeans off your legs completely, leaving you in your panties and rather-revealing shirt. Ellie's eyes were blown with lust and anticipation, and despite her confident act, her heart was pounding.

Ellie then rearranged to your previous position with her right knee in between your thighs. Ellie's lower thigh made contact with your panties, grazing your clothed bundle of nerves. It felt much different when someone else was doing it, that you could admit.

Ellie applied more pressure as she began to trail wet kisses down the other side of your neck, stopping at your collarbone to begin suckling the sensitive skin. A vulnerable moan fell from your lips and you could feel your cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment, quickly pursing your lips together. Ellie noticed you stop yourself, releasing her tongue from your collarbone to look up at you.

"No, keep going, baby," Ellie encouraged, slipping the fingers of her left hand underneath your shirt to toy with your sensitive peaks. "I wanna hear you."

Ellie couldn't take it, she needed to hear you. Feel you, taste you. You nearly whined when Ellie released the pressure of her knee against your heat, feeling her cold fingers graze the skin of your stomach just above your panty line as she leaned into you, closing the small gap by locking her lips with yours, forcing her tongue into your mouth. You felt her fingertips slide under the hem of your panties, thankful that she wasn't asking if everything was okay before doing it. You were nervous enough, and you trusted her. She told you to tell her when to stop, and she meant it. You were too flustered, excited, emotional to ask everything of her.

"Fuck," Ellie softly groaned against your lips as her index and middle fingers, free of bandages, found their way to your folds. Her fingers slid down your slit with ease, your wetness coating her digits enough for her to accidentally slip her fingers inside of you, earning an uncontrollable moan from you in return. "Oh my god, baby. You're so wet, you feel that?"

As Ellie asked her question, she pulled her fingers out of your sopping cunt, dragging them up your slit to coat yourself in your juices. You nodded, looking up at her with hooded eyes just inches away hers, a whimper falling from your lips as you easily melted under her touch.

"Yeah? You're such a good girl," Ellie praised, her fingers slowly slipping back inside your cunt with a messy noise, causing Ellie to pull her bottom lip between her teeth. Ellie's praise was only fueling the fire burning within your core from your sensitive cunt experiencing such foreign pleasure.

"Ellie," you breathed, your chest heaving from your adrenaline and excitement swirling together within your core. Ellie slowed the pace of her fingers, allowing them to linger inside you, slowly curling up. A short breath fell from your lips at the feeling, bucking your hips to signal her to keep going.

Ellie moved to lay beside you on your right, easing you closer to the inside of the couch so she had a better angle to pump her fingers inside of you. She used her right leg to continue separating your legs as she began to curl her fingers inside of you after every slow thrust.

"O-oh, fuck," you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed as Ellie's lips attacked the right side of your neck. "E-Ellie—"

"What do you need, hm?" she purred in your ear, softly nipping your lobe with her lips as she waited for an answer, her green orbs boring into the side of your face. You were unable to respond, soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips as you began to arch your back against the cushions. "You need me to go faster, baby?"

You nodded, causing a sly smile to tug at the corner of Ellie's lips as she began to fasten her pace, the sound of your messy cunt making it difficult for Ellie to keep her lips closed, moaning along with you. Your hands desperately reached for her, one landing on her wrist while the other remained stuck underneath Ellie's body as she lied beside you. You didn't mind it as it kept you grounded from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Does that feel good? Hm?" Ellie inquired in a soothing tone, earning more nods from you as you nibbled at your bottom lip, trying to hold back the loud noises that threatened to bellow past your lips. Ellie leaned so that she was in the same position from earlier, hovering above you as she used her free hand to begin tugging your panties down your thighs.

The thrust of Ellie's fingers was delicate, yet so effective as she managed to rid your panties off your frame, exposing your entire lower half to her. You began to feel an immense overwhelming feeling of pleasure as Ellie's fingers continuously grazed your sweet spot, her soft praises in your ear only driving you closer to the edge.

"You're doing so good, baby. You're so wet, I bet you taste good too," she purred, her voice sounding soft in contrast to the messy noises of your cunt with each thrust of her fingers. You didn't expect your best friend to be so vocal in bed, though you weren't surprised either. You didn't mind it, in fact, it only caused your arousal to worsen.

"Fuck, Ellie. I... I—" you stammered in between moans, struggling to roll your hips against her.

"Do you feel like you're gonna come? t's okay, pretty girl, you can come," Ellie assured you, looking down at you with caring eyes as her chest heaved, her fingertips continuing to punch your spongy spot as she began to trail kisses down your chest, skipping over your shirt, and down your stomach. Before you could utter another word, Ellie's wet tongue dragged over your sensitive clit.

"O-oh, shit," you dragged out in a desperate moan, your right hand gripping the blanket that was now lying underneath you, your knuckles burning white as your eyes fluttered closed. Ellie's tongue was soft and warm, easily swirling around your clit in between sucking as her eyes remained glued to your face, piercing between her long, dark lashes.

Her cheeks were slightly tinted pink from her efforts, contrasting against her freckles. Her hair was messily pulled from its perfect bun, nearly falling out as Ellie continued to suck on your clit, the combination of it with her fingers sending you over the edge.

"Ellie, Ellie! Oh f-fuck," you cried as your peak crashed into you, your head falling back against the couch as your body began to shake through your climax. Ellie's fingers slowed but her mouth didn't, her tongue continuing to flick and lap at your swollen bud. The overstimulation was new to you, and very overwhelming. "S-Shit, Ellie, t's too much—"

Ellie quickly retracted her tongue, lowly humming as she gently pulled her fingers from your cunt. Ellie didn't hesitate to dip her fingers into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around them to taste you as you watched her through hooded eyes.

"Are you okay, pretty girl?" Ellie cooed, softly swiping her thumb over your sensitive clit as she hovered over you again, cupping your cheek with her other hand. "Do you need to stop?"

There's more?

You blinked for a moment, continuing to catch your breath before you shook your head. A smile began to tug at Ellie's lips as she slipped her hands underneath your back, pulling you to sit up.

"Can you walk f'me really quick?" she asked, earning a small 'yeah' from you in return. She then stood, reaching out for you to grab her hand, to which you accepted before she led you to her bed just a few feet away, easing you down so that your head was resting in the middle of her layers of pillows.

The main thing Ellie dreamed of was tasting you. If you were able to keep going, she would not turn down the opportunity. You were still attempting to catch your breath, your thighs trembling as you pressed your knees together, watching Ellie remove her clothes besides her undergarments, her cream-colored sports bra tightly hugging her chest. Ellie's forehead was littered with bullets of sweat, her nervousness mixed with her efforts to pleasure you quickly overheating her. It was obvious from her cheeks, shining a pretty pink as she crawled onto her bed, softly parting your knees apart, exposing yourself to her.

Her eyes were glued to your cunt, even as she began to leave nips and kisses on your inner thighs. She was teasing herself, and the thought made you shudder. Her lips pressed against your skin, growing closer to your sensitive heat with each press. Half of Ellie's bun had fallen out, and you found it quite attractive. It was different than her usual low-bun. Little did you know, she could tell, and you were the entire reason she would start wearing her hair that way.

"F-fuck, please," you whined, nearly pulling your thighs together, which would have in turn smashed Ellie's cheeks. "I need you."

Ellie's bright green orbs met yours after staring at your cunt for so long, a soft breath falling from her lips. Your pleads were like music to her ears, causing her to slip her arms underneath your thighs, pulling them apart before you felt her tongue push past your folds. A pornographic moan escaped your throat as Ellie pushed her tongue between your folds as far as she could, lapping at your juices as you arched your back above her comforter.

Against your efforts, you desperately pushed your thighs together from the overwhelming pleasure, unintentionally smashing Ellie's bruise on her cheek. Ellie hissed in response, which then turned into a deep moan against your cunt, causing vibrations to strike through your core and up your spine. Your body shook in response, your chest heaving as Ellie stretched her left arm further underneath you, wrapping it over your abdomen to swirl gentle circles into your swollen clit.

"S-Shit, I can't," you breathed, desperately gripping the comforter as Ellie's tongue lapped at your folds, humming in satisfaction with nearly every drag. Ellie's tongue retracted from your messy cunt, her cheeks glistening with your juices and her spit.

"Are you gonna come again, baby?" Ellie purred, looking up at you through her long lashes as she continued to softly tease your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt every few seconds. You managed to nod your head, unable to formulate a proper sentence as Ellie then continued to drag her tongue up your slit, maintaining eye contact. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it burned the coil within your core, snapping it. Ellie watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, your body shaking in her hold as she pressed gentle kisses on your sensitive clit.

"You did so good, you know that?" Ellie purred against your bud, earning a soft gasp from you in return. Ellie released her grasp on your thighs, using the bed for stabilization as she hovered over you, your eyes maintaining contact before she dipped her head down, capturing your lips with hers. Your chest was still heaving, making Ellie hum as she stood from the bed.

"Where are you going?" you asked, your eyes innocently looking up at hers as you were still coming down from your high, nearly making Ellie chuckle.

"I'm going to get you some water," Ellie said with a smile, wiping your juices off her chin with the back of her hand while walking over to the edge of the bed, beside you. "Can you handle that?"

You rolled your eyes, though a smile broke on your lips as you allowed yourself to catch your breath. Despite consummating your relationship, she was still your best friend, and was a giant tease.

"I think I can."

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[rillian4e]

Scara reacting to his s/o getting one of those womb/succubus tattoos?

Just them wearing more revealing clothes to show off the tattoo and to taunt him >.<

Scenario please!

You want it, you get it, anon

nsfw, fem!reader, degradation, sub!reader, teasing, dom!scaramouche, possessive scara, not proof read.

It was just another day where Scaramouche and you were supposed to go on a little date, you were feeling very excited as you recently got a succubus tattoo on your womb and you haven't told Scaramouche about it, wanting it to be a surprise. You purposely wore a small top which showed the tattoo perfectly off, it matched very well with the tattoo and looked adorable. As you headed out and smiled when you saw Scaramouche, you could see the slight surprise in his eyes, looking over at your stomach.

"What's this?" He asked, confused on why you got a tattoo like that, his reaction made you think he wasn't fond of the tattoo, "Do you not like it...? It's rather popular nowadays, and it looks pretty, right?" you shrugged your shoulders, smiling mischievously, you knew it looked good, a few guys had already complimented you on it after all.

"hmph, it's not my thing but whatever. Let's go already." taking your hand in his, he lead you to a shopping store, you two had already planned to go and buy some bathing suits, it has been getting hotter and that is the perfect time to go to the beach.

Despite him having acted as if he wasn't interested and didn't care, the tips of his ears were red, how could he have not liked it? He didn't think you could have gotten more attractive than you already were but this womb tattoo would be the death of him. He found tattoos attractive, and that specific tattoo on his pretty girlfriend's body? It was making him feral.

When you arrived, Scaramouche sat down in a nearby chair, telling you to go and pick some bathing suits while he waited—after picking several bathing suits, you went in the dressing room, Scaramouche coming inside with you which you found unexpected of him, he already had an excuse saying how "Why would I stay there? Too many lousy people, it's more quiet here." you just rolled your eyes at him, knowing he wanted to see you change. When you finally tried on a bathing suit, a pretty purple one which showed off the tattoo, you had purposely picked that one, the bathing suit matched the design of it, Scaramouche couldn't keep his eyes off you, he felt reluctant on whether you should wear that to the beach, he didn't want another man looking at your body, it would make his blood boil. "Does it look good? Hey, don't space out!" at your words, he was back to reality and nodded.

"Uh, yeah. Looks good, but you're either doing this intentionally or are just an idiot. Either way, I'm done with this." was what he said before he pinned you against the wall of the dressing room, his lips biting down onto your neck harshly. A leg pressed against your crotch, "You thought I didn't know, hm? Getting this tattoo just to rile me up? I guess, I shouldn't have expected any less from a whore like you." he whispered in your ear, making you shiver, yes, this is what you wanted, you were already wet from his mere words but you couldn't forget that you were in the dressing room where there were people outside! "Not here, Scara... There's people outside, what if they hear?" that was something you did not want, especially having to go and then buy the bathing suit and have the lady at the front desk look at you two weirdly... "oh my, acting so shy now? It's a shame, though. I'm not going easy on you this time." hearing his chuckle, you knew that there will be no escape from this humiliating experience.

And so, you found yourself pressed against the wall, his cock hitting against your sweet spot with your hand clamped against your mouth, you were sure someone would hear but right now, you couldn't worry about that, only thoughts of Scaramouche fucking into you inside your head. His lips fervently chasing yours, exchanging passionate, messy and wet kisses. One thing was for sure, he liked the tattoo.

After your little session, you two exited the dressing room, your hair slightly disheveled and clothes a mess with Scaramouche leading you to the register with a proud smirk on his face, the lady at the register looked at the two of you as expected but Scaramouche only shot her a glare and then you two went home where he took his sweet time enjoying you for himself.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Getting to be your first time

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Chuuya and Dazai with a fem reader that’s a shy virgin that has never managed to pleasure herself, that’s what’s on my filthy mind rn" ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Drabble

Warnings: NSFW! content, Pet names (Doll), Vaginal penetration, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), etc

Word Count: 0.7K

A/n: Eye eye captain!

↳Osamu Dazai

The way you try to hide your face as his tongue goes deeper inside you has him losing his fucking mind. Dazai has taken a lot of virginities, he's been lots of people's "first time"; but not once he had ever felt special, not like how he feels now.

He's amused with how sensitive you are, and how you refuse to let go of his hand despite facing the need to squirm around. He's told you to let go and don't hold yourself back multiple times, but you just don't listen;

it's like you're asking him to take the lead and show you how loud he can make you become, without actually saying it.

Dazai is having the time of his life down there. He loves it when no matter how much he eats you out, your pussy still gets wet with even more arousal.

He decides to be gentle with you, to not rush anything and go on slowly. He takes his time, leaning closer to bask you with euphoria as he makes out with your cunt, delighted by the way you moan whenever he pokes your clit with his tongue.

"O-Osamu... I- I think I'm..."

No. He can't hold back anymore. Not when you call out for him this prettily.

Dazai Osamu is one greedy man, and he does not hesitates to show it off. He slowly rubs your entrance with one digit while focusing on the sensitive spot on your clit, and spares no pain to suck on the tender flesh to earn louder whines from you. Maybe you're just as greedy as he is; or else you wouldn't throw your head back and push his head further to your core, making the poor man suffocate between your thighs. But he is not irritated even one bit; Running out of breath while he has you screaming for him in his last moments are a dream he lives to see it becoming true.

He will try to be good for you, and maybe you will let him take his frustration out on your tight little pussy tonight,

and for many more nights to come.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya can't decide if his pleased with the current situation, or annoyed.

Of course he's happy that he finally gets to have you all to himself, hell he will even refer to his current mood as "head over heels"; but it's not gonna work out if you keep hiding your face with your hands.

He gently grasps your hands and pulls them aside, revealing your gorgeous flushed face and an innocent look in your eyes that drives him insane. He just can't understand why you try so hard to keep him from seeing your pretty face and your cute little whimpers.

"Do you trust me, doll?"

Nod.

"Then stop holding back, ok? I wanna see you baby. All of you. You're so gorgeous sweetheart. Fucking breathtaking for me. So don't shy away anymore, alright?"

After seeing your nod of approval, he smirks and kisses your jawline as he starts rocking his hips back and forth again, satisfied when he finally hears your moans clearly. He hisses when he feels your hand approaching your mouth to cover it again, so he suddenly bites your neck.

Your loud whimper definitely fueled his ego, more than he expected.

Needy lips targeting the sensitive spot on your neck, attacking the warm skin with kitty licks and kisses are not exactly helping. You can't hold yourself from giving in anymore; digging your nails in his back while wrapping your legs around him are just making it more obvious.

Chuuya can clearly feel you getting closer to your release as your moans become louder and your grasp around him tightens, and he can't wait to feel your walls squeeze around him as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

He would have told you that this was not going to be the end of the night, but the fun must be saved from ruining, right?

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[bitchlessdino]

I know it's not his birthday anymore but it's still pretty close and i don't really need it to be his birthday for me to dump this idea on you but excitedly running up to chan when he comes home on his birthday and telling him to close his eyes and hold out his hands bc you're about to hand him his present. And instead of a present you just walk into his arms and then he goes "i thought you had an actual present" and then you go "why don't you unwrap me then" and then he just starts slowly unbuttoning your shirt (which he slowly realizes it to be his) and then underneath is this lace lingerie that you just KNOW he's been eying the other day you were both out shopping and then he goes absolutely feral

And now i just want to take this time to say how much i absolutely adore your work. I actually request quite a lot from you but im shy so i had in anon haha i just have so many ideas and you execute them so well, im sorry if I've been dumping a lot of ideas on you 🥺

Pairing: bf!chan x afab!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 1.4k+

tags: reader with boobs, face sitting, lingerie, dumbification

author note: Happy chan day and happy valentines day! since i finished this basically on 2/14 i made it a joint celebration wanted to show something a little different from my recent chan bday fic. Hope you don't mind me fixing a little details. and thank you for enjoying my work, seeing so many of you guys request stuff is so exciting and i love to see what can come up with.

You sped up getting ready when you heard Chan would be home soon. He was working abroad on his birthday and wouldn’t be back until two days after and by then you’d be closer to Valentine's day. Were you disappointed about it? Yes. Were you going to let it get it down? No. That just meant you had to get creative this joint celebration.

“I’m here! I’m here! Where is my gif–I mean love? Where is the love of my life?”

He haphazardly drops his things by the door to rush into the living room, a big smile on his face, and sees that you’re nowhere in sight.

“Close your eyes! And put your hands out!” You shout from another room.

You dust yourself off and ensure your shirt covers every inch of skin on your body, besides your legs that was. You peek out of your bedroom after hearing he’s done as you asked, and you run into his arms excitedly, grinning from cheek to cheek. You push the wind out of his lungs, almost crushing his ribcage (as he jokes), and he opens his eyes to see you embracing him.

“Happy birthday and Happy Valentine’s day,” You press a kiss to his cheeks and he gladly accepts.

“Thank you, baby, um–so…?” He scans his surroundings; no gift box, no bag, nothing tied in a pretty ribbon, and a puzzled look appears on his face. “Where…?” 

“Chan, I’m your gift,” you state adamantly.

His eyes shot up in realization, before hugging you tighter. He places a kiss on top of your forehead, stroking your back side endearingly, “Oh. I love it. I love you…It’s just—”

“Just what?” You egg on.

He nervously bites his lip, smoothing a hand over your hair. “I thought there’d be an actual gift—not that I don’t love and appreciate you.”

You roll your eyes in response, “Well, why don’t you unwrap me then?”

He raises a brow, not thinking much of your lack of anger initially, and starts to peel away the clothes on your body. Button by button, he begins to reveal what’s underneath your blouse, and his gaze shifts tone. Not even halfway, he notices the fabric. The texture, the thickness, the scent; it was all so familiar, “Wait, is this mine?”

You hum a confirmation and watches as he comes to gradual realization. He peaks at the sapphire blue lacy piece you wore, immediately recognizing it from the shopping day he had with you before his big work trip. It was the exact hue of blue he loved and he imagined how exquisite is look again your skin, cradling your breasts, and digs into your hips. It was mouth watering just thinking about. 

He insisted on getting it for you, noticing you had your eye on it too, but you couldn’t let him. Price tag not far from sight, you expressed how expensive it would be and could not allow him to pay so much money for so little material like that. Although it was pretty, you admitted, you much rather using the money for something more useful. 

Chan was initially disappointed but did push the topic, but now seeing the image in person, he can’t help but be awestruck. It was was made for your body. The collar of the shirt slips past your shoulders and falls to the ground, giving him a clear view. It took him too long to notice your lack of pants and he simply let out a low groan, palming the bulge in his pants, “Shit…You’re breathtaking…”

“Is it how you imagined?” You whisper, fingering at his shirt.

His hands settle on your bare hips, grazing his digits over your skin and sending shivers up your spine. “This is way better than I imagined. You–I’m so–I could’ve bought this.”

“But then you would’ve ruined the surprise.”

“Couldn’t have that, could we?” he chuckles.

His finger traces over your jaw, picking you up by your chin and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

“You’re just saying that because you wanna get in my pants,” you lightheartedly nudge.

“Maybe, or,” He lifts you up from the back of your knees, carrying you bridal style, but not without a yelp from your end, “I’m just that madly in love with you.”

“You didn’t like my gift thinking it was just me.” you point out playfully.

He shakes his head, “not true but now I can’t imagine an even better gift and let me prove it to you.”

He answers it no better by throwing your lace-adorn body against the fresh sheet, hands and lips worshiping every limb with utter passion and grit. You moan sweet pleasantries, undressing him down to his birthday suit, and feel the form of his cock fill the occupancy of your hands. A throaty moan makes past your lips and you lean into his touch. “God, I missed you.”

“Are you talking to me or my penis?”

“You are one and the same, baby.”

He can’t help but chuckle, reuniting with your lips. “Good because I’m all yours, forever and always.”

“You’re so sappy,” you nudge.

“Okay then, sit on my face.”

Your legs twitch, your heart thudding against your chest, and you nod in a trance-like state before watching him shift on the bed and lay flat on his back. He anticipates your presence, learning something new about his presence as you hover your cunt over his mouth, realizing he had the best view in the house. “Can’t be more grateful these are crotchless.”

“S-shush,” you retort, hands palm down at your vulnerables.

“You’re so cute, and I can already tell you’re so wet for me.” He tugs you by your thighs and latches to your core, collecting your folds.

His mouth engorges on your heat, tongue licking stripes at its center as your teeth grazes your clit. Your hands dig at the bed sheets, earning Chan a groan as you run your fingers through his hair. His pretty eyes pierce back at you, dark and determined, and you feel that tongue thrust into you, flicking its length to coat the pick muscle in your viscous liquid enticingly.

“Shit, shit, shit…Your mouth feels so good on my pussy…”

You twitch on top of him, only encouraging him to grip you tighter. His head nods back into you, a mixture of his drool and your moisture collectively pooling over his chin and neck. You feel him chuckling inside you, enjoying his meal wholeheartedly, and your voice aching in euphoria, making it become the show to his dinner.

“Cha—baby—Mmh, fuck, I’m drooling,” you wipe away the mess from your mouth before kneading your lace-cladded breasts, nipples erect and tender from the texture and sensation of the fabric on your chest and the tongue between your legs.

You find a smooth rhythm, moaning sweet pleasantries as you lose all sense of your surroundings, only staring back at Chan’s eyes that said all they needed to without words. His open-mouth kiss to the center of your core, followed by his focused suckle of your angry bud sent you butterflies in your tongue, your squeal letting him know just the type of effect he had on you.

He pulls away a moment for air, taking heavy pants, still admiring how the lingerie still looked delectable on you and thinking how it makes his head spin. “This is the best view ever.”

“Y-you—oh…shit…”

“Can’t think when I’m eating you out, can you?”

“I—Mmh, haa, ha…pussy g-good.”

Chan takes his time with you, interrupting every one of your rebuttals with effective distraction and you end up forgetting whatever it is you’re poking him about, lost in the climax that is close to taking place the longer Chan indulges in the magic between your legs.

“C-cumming, Chan, I’m—“ You moan sounds that imitate nothing like a human, desperation in your throat at you suffocate the man beneath, but feeling your harsh control raise no effect on the urgency in your boyfriend’s tongue, lapping you away like a starved man.

You set free of the tension inside, shaking uncontrollably, feeling only more stimulation as Chan enjoys the last bit of your pearly sweet cum. It dances on his tongue like cream, and he takes advantage of your weak state with slow languid thrusts, savoring your presence. You collapse on your side, exhaustion taking over almost immediately as you shut your eyes from the room light.

“I’m, wow. I…really missed that.” You can’t help but weakly laugh.

“Good to hear because I’m certainly not done with my present just yet.”

[pomegranate-pen]

hi there :D!

Ok so... this is my first time requesting in Tumblr and i Saw The announcememt You gave so My mind told me 'why not?' and thougt about a request

(it's about lackadaisy btw)

So this one is about general dating hc's(or oneshot, watever You feel comfortable doing) with Rocky and freckles

The Reader can be female (if You want ofc)

Thanks you for reading My simple request (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

(sorry if there was something wrong)

A/N: heya!!! so here's the Freckle headcanons I mentioned in the last post!!! I decided to also make this with gn!reader, so I hope you don't mind that anon!!! there are also a few people who've requested a cute date with Freckle, so I'll try to do that someday as well! anyway, here ya go everyone!! hope you all enjoy!! BY THE WAY!! I had to take these headcanons out of the bullet format unfortunately, due to tumblr not letting me post it unless that was done, so I hope you guys don't mind that!

Freckle McMurray x gn! reader general dating headcanons!

-If anyone wants to date Freckle Mcmurray, they’d have to be the one to confess and show feelings first. Because Freckle isn’t the most comfortable expressing his feelings or opinions to others, which is often because he’s known as the ‘good kid’ amongst the public and he works with some dangerous people in his true job at the Lackadaisy.

-Though, just like Rocky, how you’ve met him could cause different scenarios, which, unlike his cousin, make you see two completely different sides of him that are not as connected as his cousin's is.

-Met Freckle at the little daisy café? Well, for the longest time, you’ll only see his ‘good kid’ side, the one who stays out of trouble and is keen on keeping quiet, the cat who mumbles most times around you when you ask questions about his life and hides behind a notebook when he’s shy. Though, in time, when conversations do finally get exchanged and he doesn’t hide behind a few pieces of paper anymore to speak to you, you do learn much more about him, just not the part where he’s a talented shooter who enjoys the thrill of shootouts and gets obsessed with it sometimes. or the part where he’s a bootlegger in a close to failing speakeasy and not actually just an errand boy for Mitzi May.

-The reveal of the truth, even the faintest thought of it, shakes Freckle to his core. He never wants you to see it, afraid that it would tarnish the strong friendship you two have and have you become freaked out or afraid of him. So when the truth does slip out, which is most likely during a chase, he’s more stressed out than usual and his tongue has seemed to become twisted, for he doesn’t speak nor say a single word to your or the crew and focuses on the fight instead.

-If you don’t approach him yourself after it, he’d avoid you for weeks and run away when you were in the room, feeling immense guilt for what he’s done and thinking that you must’ve despised him by now. Rocky or Ivy must be the ones who coax him out of the kitchen and convince him to at least, exchange a few pleasantries with you in the day.  

-You’d have to choose your words a bit carefully, and try your best to reassure him that you don’t hate him, but do feel a bit offended that he hasn’t told you the truth. He’d apologize profusely, and the normal conversations would be started over again, but now, with a bit more comfortable Freckle than before, since the cat’s out of the bag, he doesn’t feel the need to be cautious around you when speaking about his life.

-Though yes, you are the one who gets feelings first, he’s the one who falls harder. It takes him a few more months, but when it does kick he’s suddenly reverted a bit back to his past behavior- avoiding you at all costs, yet still saying a ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ at least before running off.

-This, is the best moment to strike and confess. Though Freckle is not known to be expressive when it comes to showing much joy in the day, nor known for being much of a romantic, the smile and blush he has on when you confess is enough proof that he’s head over heels for you as well.

-There’s not much of a difference from friendship to a relationship with him. you still talk about the same things, though if asked, Freckle would talk about a few extra interests and topics he has such as baseball trivia or a few memories of his childhood with Rocky and his mother.

-Although a few memories are spoken about, not much detail is said on what exactly has happened, or how exactly it all has ended, and unfortunately, no matter how curious or concerned you are, Freckle will not speak about it much more than that.

-His love language is mainly spending time with you, and being comfortable enough to speak to you. He only has conversations with people he considers his friends or cares about, so as his lover, you tend to have the most conversations with him, especially when you’re both alone. The love language he likes to receive most would be the same thing. He values all the moments he can spend with you, so when you go out of your way to make time for him it means a lot, and he feels a bit flustered and guilty about it.

-“you didn’t have to make time for me, I know you were busy with that project this whole week.”

-“it's fine,” you shrugged. “and it’s not a bother at all anyway. I like spending time with you.”

-A beat red Freckle is what you’ll be seeing the whole day after that.

-Freckle isn't the best at romance, so usually, if he does want to use another love language such as gift-giving or words of affirmation, etc, he’s a bit awkward and shy about it. he tends to feel out of his element and a bit stressed when doing so. A few compliments and words of comfort from you are much appreciated.

-You will most likely never meet Nina Mcmurray of Freckle’s own accord, since he for one, never wants you two to meet in fear of her disapproving of your relationship. Though, if the meeting ever does happen, he’d be freaking out the entire time through it. he’d be quiet, yet his eyes were panic-stricken and his tail is wagging everywhere. it’d take him a few cups of tea to start calming down. Nina isn’t the most easiest person to please, so if she does like you, then great! Expect her to invite you for some tea or dinner with Freckle at times, but if not, then though you are probably unwelcome in the house, Freckle reassures you that it won’t affect your relationship with him in anyway, and that you’ll only have to avoid coming to his house, which isn't much of a problem since you both usually spend time elsewhere.

-not at all a PDA person, he feels like it’s a bit disrespectful to kiss or hold hands and flirt while everyone else is in the room. though, he does do very small things such as put his hand on top of yours and caress your fingers under the table, or put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, things that you could only notice and feel to make you feel calm during frustrating times. And if you do them back he’ll melt, and you’d have successfully calmed him down.

-Whether you like it or not, the teasing comments of his dear cousin Rocky will be a part of it all, though mostly targeted at Freckle himself, he does sometimes jab some at you as well, mostly speaking about how you’ve got Freckle wrapped around your finger.

-There are often times when Freckle is questioning his entire morality and life, where he regrets most of the things he’s doing right now, since he’s been taught in a Christian household about how people who do such actions are foul and must be punished. Which, on rare nights, leads to rethinking his entire life and feeling the utmost self-hatred and unworthiness of love. Those are times when you’re needed most, to reassure and comfort in however you can. and despite not believing you when you tell him he’s a good person, if the self-hatred is strong enough, he will, while looking away embarrassed, ask if he can hold your hand or hug you. since those actions bring lots of comfort and warmth to him.

-He’s also quite insecure about his laugh, what he sees as a complete failure in his personality and the thing that makes unfortunate things happen to him. so If you ever compliment him or say you like it, he’d first gawk at you as if you said unicorns were real, then he’d thank you with a stutter and think about your compliment for an entire week, always getting flustered each time the memory comes across his mind.

-If you have any hobbies of your own, he’d happily try them out for you. whether it’s painting, dancing, or anything you’re quite passionate about, he’d like to give it a try at least once, if not for the quality time, then for it to be an excuse to see you smile and rambling on excitedly.

-There will be times when you’re stuck in an extremely dangerous situation alongside Freckle, such as shootouts and gang fights, if you weren’t involved in such fiascos in the first place and were just a normal citizen before meeting him, he does feel guilty for dragging you into it all and does try to minimize the number of times he sees you before finishing up a task. He also tries to usually meet up with you when it's broad daylight and cops are out, which would decrease the number of fights that could happen.

-All in all, he’s a calm and peaceful lover, and although he isn't much verbal about it, he appreciates you much more than you know it.

[pynkhues]

Hi, I'm a little shy to ask/reblog on main, but your last post on Louis and Lestat's sexual dynamic was really interesting and I appreciated the deep dive! I get similar vibes from them, but couldn't articulate it. This is meant in friendly conversation with the last asker, their question was very thoughtful and lead to me questioning my own assumptions:

It always surprises me that strict Top Lestat/Bottom Louis is a common interpretation, because I thought Louis and Lestat being vers was pretty heavily implied in both the show and official social media? Not only because of all the stuff you mentioned, which is more subtle and interpretive, but because I feel the show does quite a lot to imply sexual dynamics between characters. For instance, I thought the line in the show, "you can be on top", literal or not for that particular night, was there to imply....yk, Louis being on top sometimes (though, I suppose it could also be interpreted as Lestat offering Louis a more "masculine" role *at first* so as not to force something on him he wasn't comfortable with). In addition, there was that silly little "bottom of the coffin" thing in AMC lestarter pack :)). 

If anything, I see the show taking pains to imply Louis tops, but never the other way around -- idk if this is on purpose to counter assumptions of Lestat topping. But because Top Lestat is such a common fan interpretation, I'm starting to question if I'm reading too much into the examples above...

Anyway, I know it doesn't necessarily come down to getting a "real answer" to this single question, and it can be more about just discussing the different possibilities and vibes! But I do find it interesting and relevant to their dynamic as a whole -- especially what you said about "push and pull". Thanks for holding up the Bottom Lestat fort with your beautifully written fics!

(x)

Hi! I'm glad it was interesting, anon, and I agree in that I tend to see a lot of moments in the show overall as indicative of Lestat and Louis having a versatile sexual dynamic, and well, dynamic over all, actually, given the balance of power actually shifts a lot between them broadly.

This is going to sound like a sidetrack, but please bear with me, haha, but I do think there's a lot to be said too in how Louis tells his story, which I mentioned in another ask this morning, namely that he's prone to minimising and sanitising his own choices and actions. We see that of course most notably in Lestat's retelling both of Claudia's turning, which Louis admitted to Daniel was closer to the truth than his own version, and the fight that led up to Lestat dropping him / Lestat's act of abusive violence, but we see it all over the place - again, Louis implying he was keeping his sexual urges at bay in 1.01 only to reveal he'd fucked Jonah years earlier in 1.03 and Louis' memory of choosing Claudia freely instead of hurting her and saving Lestat in 1.07 both being pretty big ones.

This isn't to say Louis' a liar - I don't think he is - but memory is a funny creature, and it's normal to want to put yourself in a more flattering light or to push accountability onto others in order to protect yourself from the consequences of your own actions.

In a lot of ways, it makes me think of Lestat saying that it was Louis who said come to me to him instead of the other way around, and I found it so interesting that the post-ep interviews seemed to acknowledge there was a truth to that. I won't be able to find it now, haha, but Sam and Jacob both have said that they talked about it a lot and that they came to the fact that the come to me was coming in both directions and indicative of a sort of mutual yearning and desire for one another.

That's fascinating to me, but also I think is a great reminder that Louis does tend to draw himself in his relationship with Lestat as someone who was being seduced and pulled in, whereas a lot of the visual language of the show itself actually demonstrated that it was mutual. Gosh, just look at the invention of Dreamstat, Louis attacking Claudia for trying to burn Lestat, even earlier - Louis dressing Lestat, bringing Lestat to his home, Louis taking Lestat in his lover's bed in order to drag him home. It's not to say Lestat doesn't do it too - he does - but the point is that it's a lot more mutual than Louis' initially willing to acknowledge or articulate, and I think that a lot of the fandom still tends to take Louis' word as the pursued instead of also the pursuer, the hunted instead of also the hunter, as gospel when the show's telling us in other ways that its not.

And yeah, I do think that can impact the way people view their sexual dynamic, where Louis' passive / a 'housewife' to a husband / someone who receives instead of being someone who's active / a husband to a husband / someone who gives and takes in equal measure. Louis' not in Lestat's crosshairs, they're in each other's, and just personally, that's why I like them

[reallyromealone]

Hey hey I wasn’t the one who sent the anon about the text but could I request that if I need to send a formal request I will it just sounds interesting but um I respect Rome and love your writing

Hi, can I request bonten receiving a rlly naughty text from their innocent and sweet husband during a meeting about something, like the picture(s) are M/N in a lingerie or just a revealing outfit with heels/stockings and being in seductive pose and a sexual message w the pics as well? With some smutt in it pls :D have cool day :}}

You sure can, but people please follow my rules so your requests actually get written

(Name) all things considered was pretty fucking innocent, surprising as his husband's were well...bonten.

But it wasn't really surprising when realizing (name) was incredibly sheltered his entire life up to meeting them.

But apparently not as innocent as his husband's thought.

(Name) giggled as he set up his phone dressed in stockings and heels, lacy panties covering his cock and a lacy sheer bralette covering his chest.

Starting the recording (name) spread his legs and gently rubbed his inner thighs, barely touching his cock "can't wait for you guys to play with me..." His tone breathy before he began touching his cock, slow firm strokes against his panties "fuck... Yes"

All the Bonten men stared wide eyed as they watched their lover touch and play with himself, the video they sent at first seemed inconspicuous enough, he did like sending videos of cute things he found.

This? This was very new and very welcome, their husband never being the one to initiate sex, far to nervous to do so but this... They all saved it to their phone in their jerk off folders.

"Meeting adjourned" Mikey said bluntly as they all got up, an uncomfortable tightness in their pants as they booked it home where their vixen husband was.

(Name) was a little annoyed they didn't reply to his texts and decided to just play with himself, already feeling hot and bothered, a hand gently going into the bra to play with his nipples and the other gently stroking his cock above the panties "shit..." He whined, toes curling as he played with himself "god what a treat" a voice cut through as he looked at his husband's who were already taking off their pants to reveal their hard cocks "out sweet babydoll so slutty... Fuck"

The men stood around the bed and stared down their scantily clad husband who was red faced and so so pretty for them. The med crowded him, touching and squeezing wherever they felt "gonna fucking ruin you" Sanzu mumbled "baby boy doesn't know what he just opened" Koko almost laughed as a cock was pressed to (name)s lips "use that pretty mouth baby" ran whispered to (name) who suddenly got shy "oh? Getting shy on us now? Where was that slutty attitude ~?"

"Didn't think you guys would come home for that..." (Name) mumbled and the man looked at him almost condicendingly "you show us a video of you in these slutty clothes touching yourself and you didn't think we wouldn't come home and destroy you? Well the pretty ones are usually not the brightest huh" Rindō spat out with a feral grin, mouth right above his husband's panty covered cock "im not dumb..." (Name) huffed out, whining as Kakucho pinched one of his nipples "really? Because smart boys would know that something like that would get their husbands riled up"

"Now...take responsibility for what you did baby"

(Name) was held up by Mikey, legs bent around his arms as Mikey and Kakucho fucked his ass, Ran fucking his throat raw and don't worry Koko and Sanzu were using his hands too.

Mochi, Rindō and Takeomi waited their turn with (name) slowly stroking their cocks "he's taking those cocks like a champ" "reminds me of our honeymoon..."

(Name) was fucked by everyone through the night "this bra almost makes it seem like you have tits!" Sanzu cackled as he fucked (name)s nonexistent tits while takeomi fucked his ass, poor (name)s head bent over the bed so that Mochis cock could ruin his throat "god damn! No matter what we do you're like a virgin!"

By the end the eight men circled (name) who was filled with cum, spent from cumming over and over again "take it baby" and with that (name) was covered with cum, the men squirting all over him and he just took it like a good husband.

[my-writings-and-musings]

I keep thinking about a human whose just very shy and nervous, rather reclusive and doesn't feel fully comfortable around most people, or bots

But the one bot they absolutely adore? Trust with their life? The one bot that truly makes them feel safe and secure, for as long as he's around? Their safety net?

Whirl

For some reason, the human is just so so so incredably attached to Whirl, if they don't have anything to do, they're usually in his tits cockpit, either talking to him about the most random nonsense, or just relaxing

No one knows why or how, it just happened

Whirl would do anything for his little human

For some reason Whirl also stands out to me as being the most likely to adopt any liaison, especially one who needs a little help feeling comfortable or safe. He's like an emotional support animal but thirty feet tall and capable of lots of violence, though perhaps that's what makes him so good at the job? Either way, I fully agree anon! I wrote a little something inspired by this <3

You could feel your heart hammering against your ribs as your blood pounded in your ears like a drum, so that even tucked away in your little hiding space there was just too much noise. It had started with a busy night at Swerve's, where you'd tried so hard to push yourself to be okay for a single evening only to find yourself overwhelmed as always... Were your body not throbbing from overstimulation you'd have been quite worried about running off like you had.

The rumble of encroaching footsteps made you throw your hands over your ears and squeeze your eyes shut, your heart beating quickly enough to feel as if it might burst from between your ribs at any given moment. Despite being well hidden beneath a piece of furniture, the bot continued to close in on your hiding spot, making you want to scream when only a whisper could be uttered through your clenched teeth.

"Please, leave me alone..." you begged, hoping that whoever had wandered in would turn around and leave you be. It was nothing personal, it was all just too much, and you couldn't breathe at the thought of more attention. They all meant well, but there was nothing any of them could do to save you from the overwhelming terror clutching your chest like a vice. Tears burned your closed eyes as the bot drew ever nearer and the rushing in your ears became a cacophony of oppressive noise. "Please..."

A familiar warm yellow glow covered your entire body, compelling you to open your eyes to find a single optic peeking into your hiding spot.

"There you are." Whirl said matter of factly, cutting through the thick static of your panic and extending the tip of a claw into the narrow space. "Looks cramped in there. Wanna come on out?"

Sniffling, you grabbed a hold of him even though you were perfectly capable of crawling out yourself. Just having him near cooled the heat of your panic, though the rush of emotions that followed were far from pleasant, and you found fresh tears dripping down your cheeks as you came back into the open. Quite accustomed to the typical drop in your mood after these incidents, the big bot merely cupped his claws and extended them to you.

"I figured it be best if I found you first, a few bots are out looking for you." he explained gently, allowing you to secure yourself in his grasp before he lifted you to his chassis. You barely heard him as you wept, freeing all the terrible feelings that had swarmed inside of you. Whirl popped open his cockpit to reveal the little nest of blankets he'd made just for you, and he helped you get settled in silence before a tender claw tucked you in and he spoke again. "I'll let them know you're okay, and we can hang out for now, alright?"

Words failed you as the comfort of your safe space soothed you to the very core of your being, calming your haggard breaths into soft sighs. It was more or less impossible to be scared with the big bot literally all around you, as if you were secured within a warm embrace every time you settled down in his cockpit. A careful claw brushed by your hair to encourage you to close your eyes, and you felt Whirl begin to move as he sealed the hatch over you, his voice just audible as he placed a protective servo over the glass.

"You're okay, I'll make sure of it."

[writers-vlogx]

Rafa x male reader

ohhh rafa would be a fucking mess if he found himself crushing and obsessing over another man

(Rafa is a Latino man in the 80s, and he is also involved in one of the most violent businesses that exist, he is not the best dealing with liking your own sex)i can see rafa going throw a rollercoaster of emotions while feeding his obsession , yeah he doesn't understand why he wants you but hell he is not gonna let that get in his way

rafa is usually very upfront about what he wants but this is new as fuck for him so i can see him trying to persue you in an akwardly defensive way,you would need to make some moves towards him

hear me once he wrapped his head about being into men he

would kneel for you, my man can't fight how in love he is.

I see him shutting down any kind of hateful comment you get "haber pinches pendejos que vergas dijeron" he would not let anyone, including felix, give him shit he is ready to shoot anyone in the face if they disrespect you

OMFG ANON REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME WITH THAT AMAZING BRAIN YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH, BEING A MAN WHO LOVED RAFA FROM THE MOMENT I SAW HIM WAS A STRUGGLE THERE WAS NO CONTENT FOR HIM LOVING MEN, BUT ITS OKAY YOU AND I HAVE THE SAME VISION SO ILL DO IT MYSELF 😌😌

Imagine Rafael caro quintero finding out he's gay

Okay mf's strap in because I could and will write multiple parts if I have too, also side note and I mean it, you have any idea you want me to create? Send it! I don't care how weird or stupid, funny, sad scary you might think it is send it to me! Because when I get requests like these I know that people want to see the same content I want to write, it was something I never planned to post because I thought no one wanted to see it, just goes to show if you communicate with me I'll answer back so PLEASE don't be shy, we need more representation everywhere!!

I am so sorry that was suppose to be short but now for what yall are REALLY here for

Rafael caro quintero liking men? Oh the poor man is confused, like these are the 80's and he's in the most fucking dangerous business to just wake up one day and realize "oh sh*t I like men"

He meets you through the cartel of course, working with you always leaves him feeling something...strange, he thought he just liked who you were, after all you were funny, nice company and you could get the job well done

He thought that was it for a long time, I mean you were a great business partner and a great friend too, you would always listen to him when he had any sort of problem, and would stop him from GETTING into a problem more times than he could have counted. You were always up to drink but always stopped him whether he liked it or not so he could still be coherent enough to not be absolutely wasted, and on the rare occasion he was? You always made sure he got home safe, either sending him home or taking him yourself

When he needed a place to stay your doors were always open and when he fucked up really bad, like the type of bad you don't come back from? Somehow you always found it in yourself to let him back in

You were a best friend to him, someone he could truly rely on no matter what, so why did he still feel so sad everytime you had to leave? Or angry when you wouldn't contact him for days, and absolutely enraged when he saw girls trying to hit on you at social events?

He thought he was just watching out for you, for the longest time he made the excuses of "es que quiero lo mejor para ti compadre" or "No guey es que créeme que me lo vas a agradecer luego" and "Yo sabré quien es bueno para ti, porque aquí no hay nada más que pinches zorras"

He always had a weird warm feeling in his chest when you would place your hand on his shoulder, or when you hugged him after a favor or a really tough time and god the things he did so that he could feel that touch again

I think the changing point in his feelings would hit him like a train...nah nah more like a yacht because man when he does, he just...absolutely looses his mind like I'm talking physically you can see him age like 20 years

The point of no return happened in a very drastic way and unexpected too, like I can see him just finding out about a new girl who your "messing" around with and just absolutely exploding with rage and betrayal

Let's say your over at his house, you guys are alone a couple of beers in the table and the music playing in the background when you start talking about this really pretty girl your seeing lately, nothing to serious but it's the way you talk about her and how pretty her smile is and how perfect she looks he can just feel the anger bubbling up inside him because when he sees the smile in your face he just can't stand it.

you should be talking about him that way telling HIM how handsome he is, how much you love him, and he can't stand it anymore he feels like if he sits for just one more minute he's gonna die

So he yells out something he didn't mean to say, something that only he knew. The things he wish he could say to you "Pues ya guey ya esta bueno!" No rafa shut up " "Ya no chinges guey!" No don't say anything you'll regret "No necesito estar escuchando tanta chingadera de tu parte" Shut the fuck up now don't go any further he felt so angry he grabbed at your neck slowly tightening it as he kept talking

And then it stops, all of his anger turns into dread, because he realized what he said to you honestly it would shock you, to find that he felt about you that way and it would take a lot of talking, and feeling vulnerable emotions for yall to work it out

But when he has wrapped his head around the whole ordeal and he's finally established what yall are, no one and I mean absolutely no one disrespects yall

When he first comes to Felix and explains it, he leaves very clear the fact that he will not take bullshit from anyone. Not even Felix, he talks and makes his point very clear, absolutely no one is brave enough to say anything, those that do end up dead within seconds.

His love for you however would be so gentle, having been through so much, and living with such a dangerous life he's happy to have found someone who he can rely on, and honestly if he finds that anyone said anything to you, oh he's looking for blood.

You can have the man at the palm of your hand, but please remember he's been through so much, he really needs someone who will be ever so gentle with him, and will deal with all the shit he brings along with him. It's not easy especially while being gay but your love for each other and the fact that yall are in one if not the most dangerous fields ever makes yall unstoppable. A little extra story- Rafa almost killed Felix the day he decided to call you the F slur as a "joke"

Like just imagine angry rafa being like "FELIX HIJO DE TU CHINGADA MADRE AHORA SI YA VALISTE VERGA CABRON" also "NO SE TE VUELVA A OCCURIR DECIRLE HACI A EL OH ESTA VEZ SI TE MATO GUEY" and let me tell you he never made such mistake again, when I tell you rafa is dangerous I MEAN IT.

[yooniesim]

any suggestions for becoming a sims based blog? I used to do it back in the hayday of sims 3 but it's been YEARS and I still absolutely love making sims, but I'm too shy and nervous to interact with the community ;;;

hi nonny! this is a complicated question that I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask lol but let me try it out. I think I'm gonna separate it into two parts for ease of reading. And sorry if it's a bit more cynical than you probably expected. I've just learned a lot i wish I had done from the start, lol. So here we go.

Sims content

Post whatever tf you feel like. If you love making sims, post the hell outta them and don't worry about what anyone thinks. There's no one perfect type of content to appeal to everyone; the community is made up of a million smaller niche ones. Editors, sim makers, gameplayers, storytellers, cc makers, etc. If you're passionate about it, you'll find people that love your posts. So don't worry too much.

Don't get too hung up on editing, if you want your pics to look "better" then use gshade/reshade and/or simple psd actions to your liking. Don't let it get stressful cos it ain't worth it. If you don't enjoy editing, don't do it at all. (I wrote more about how I edit & make it easier in this post)

Try your very best not to worry about notes. I know it's hard. Everyone wants their stuff to be seen, but when it comes to engagement on here, you're aiming for quality over quantity. A few awesome mutuals commenting on your stuff is way better than 600 silent likes. Also, having more attention sucks bc it brings the vile swamp rats out of their holes to see what shit they can stir up. The brief serotonins aint worth it. Just aim to find a few cool ppl to talk about your sims with cos thats all that matters.

If you want, find bachelor/ette or similar challenges ppl are doing and submit sims for them. And once you get some mutuals/followers, open sim requests so you can make sims for people. It's super fun and awesome to see your sims in other people's games! And you don't have to talk too much if you don't feel like it, but it's an easy way to get involved with others.

Social stuff & safety

Comment on peoples posts often if you like them. Engage with ppl. Reblog posts you see you like but don't really have any reblogs. I know you said you're shy but, this is most of the way to actual have mutuals that enjoy talking to you and comment on your stuff as well. You can just not talk if you want but it'll make it harder to have any engagement unless you're really good at edits or cc making.

Don't get involved with drama/discourse, it means nothing and amounts to nothing. If you're going to boost someone else's post, look into it first and look for evidence that it's even true before you reblog. If people hate on you in your inbox, block the anon and don't respond even to laugh at them. Block anyone that gives you bad vibes. They look at you funny, breathe wrong, use a color you don't like. Block. If anyone tries to start shit with you, block & completely ignore them & don't comment on it. It hurts, but there's nothing you can do about it, and people will move on if you ignore them.

Don't reveal any personal info about yourself on here or to anyone in DMs. Don't use your real name. Don't have anything connected to your other socials. Don't trust anyone on here with your vulnerable emotions, past trauma, etc. And don't say anything in DM you wouldn't feel comfortable with everyone else on the internet potentially seeing.

If you pledge to people on patreon, be aware that your email will show up on their end when you do. Dont use your real name as your patreon username.

If simblr is causing you stress, you feel like your mental health is suffering, take breaks. Log off or delete the app for a while.

And... I think that's all I can think of for now. If there's anything else detailed you wanna ask about feel free. But these are just my general thoughts. Good luck, nonny :)