#he needs a gentle head bonk

[tojisun]

the way you wrote simon “my cock is too big it won’t fit” riley was jaw dropping, eye-rolling, and heavenly!!!

I’m imagining Simon who finally puts it in and is even more desperate than reader (cue male whimpering audio)

awww thank u so much!! i had such intense need that i bonked my head n went, “yup. this is the horny thought for the day” <333

oh but he was always soooooo desperate, even more so than the reader!! especially before they finally fucked!!!

thinking about the way he fucks his fist every night after your date ends :((

while you were at your home, stuffing your hole with your fingers (and toys, really—your eyes having devoured the chub underneath simon’s pants every time you two would sit close together, snuggled as you watched a movie, before rushing home and putting in on an order for toys because god do you need one. or four…), simon was locked in his room, messily fisting his cock.

there is too much lube, and it is staining his boxers and his pants because he was too horny to even strip properly. he bites down his moans, hesitant to let them out even when he is alone at his safe house, his eyes pressed close as he imagines the way he'll take you: on your knees while he pinches your nipples, flicking the buds with the blunt ends of his nails, or on your back with your legs folded to your chest because there is no way in hell that simon's not going to breed you.

it's that thought that always makes him cum, rumbled groans pouring out like rippling water.

“jesus,” he murmurs as he stares at his cum-stained palm, mind running at the way you clenched-and-unclenched your legs during dinner—something, he notes, was happening more often. “this is torture.”

(simon has always known how you look good in your own desperation, ragged in the way you stare up at him with furrowed eyes and lips jutted into a pout, but there was something different then. it was charged. primal. and simon realized how the ache must have peaked for you.

good, simon thought. i need you just as much.)

he slid two fingers in your twitching hole, relishing in your stuttered moans at the ease of their plunge. the wet squelch made his cock jump, thumping against his thigh, but he wasn’t done.

it wasn’t enough.

(simon has had countless partners before you, just like you had others before him.

you told him of the dissatisfaction, how cocks only ever breached your walls for the pleasure of the body it was attached to and never for your own. you told him of your elation that bubbled into sputtering disappointment because they never knew how to coax an orgasm from you with just their cock. you told him of the accidental orgasms, those that they cannot recreate because it wasn’t intended. sure, you told him of their wonderful fingers or mouths, of their robust laps you were grinding on during those days when sex is more foreplay than the penetration, but it wasn’t what you ached for.

you told him all of this, in return, simon told you the others who could never really fit him. the others who tried but they were never really interested in the preparation. the others who could only take half of his length, hissing when an inch slides in even when it shouldn’t.

“impatient,” simon murmured when you asked why his ex-partners couldn’t fit him.

“and they don’t have that…” he trailed off, tongue heavy in his mouth.

“they don’t have what?” you prodded, blinking at him all so darlingly, your blood buzzed with alcohol.

“they don’t have that masochistic streak,” simon replied, voice gentle. testing.

your only reaction was a quiet gasp, heavy eyes widening a fraction as the words settled in. he watched as you began fidgeting, throat bobbing at your dry swallow.

that was all simon needed to know you are made for him—soul and body.)

the moment your greedy hole managed to gobble all of his four fingers was when simon knew you were ready. he flicked his eyes away from your dripping slit and watched as you laid on the bed twitching, your eyes red from your tears, your skin dotted with sweat.

you looked like a beautiful, hot mess and simon was ready to engulf you whole.

simon slots himself between your legs, fist warm around his flushed cock. your glazed eyes focus on him, watching with open-mouthed gasps, and simon coos, unable to stop himself.

“ready f’r me, pup?” he asks, tapping the head of his cock against your sensitive sex.

it makes you keen, hips squirming, mussing up the already soiled sheets. simon chuckles, heat filling his cheeks, and taps it once, twice, three more times before finally lining the leaking head of his cock against your twitching hole.

the slow press in makes you two moan, bodies locking at the explosion of ecstasy that fills up your senses. overwhelming pleasure quickly razes through him, overtaking his sanity as the wet squeeze of your walls grips him deliciously.

he buckles, muscles liquifying, and the dizzying euphoria makes him stumble. he slips, his cock sliding in deeper, breaching further—

simon whimpers, unable to stop himself as unadulterated bliss grips him. he couldn’t help it: he sinks all of himself in you, your walls not even protesting as they swallowed him in, hungry in the way you are all filled up by him.

“si-!” he hears your delirious squeal, the rumble of your voice scratching into a ragged echo, and simon—

simon gurgles a response.

his mind has been zapped by the peaking high, rendering him unable to string coherent thoughts as all of his synapses sing nothing but the enveloping pleasure, running him on overdrive.

simon feels like he is being devoured. like he is stripped into nothing but his sensitive spots.

“t-too good,” he mewls. “pup, s’too good–”

[haoboutyou]

xu minghao + "i want to do this forever"

divider credit

“i want to do this forever.”

“you want to pick out fruit forever?”

your sudden proclamation stuns minghao, who’s halfway through investigating a mango. he stares at the fruit in his hand, then back at you, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief. you shake your head. casually tearing off a plastic bag, you pick up another mango for inspection before bagging it. 

“no, grocery shopping.”

“…so you want to be a grocery packer?” he’s still not getting it. you don’t blame him, to be honest; at this point, you’re just confusing him with words. he points to the offending bag of garlic in the cart behind you. 

“no offence, baobei. but earlier you confused garlic and shallots.”

“they looked the same!” you huff, smacking his arm. there it is– the pout he loves to tease out of you. “anyways, that’s not what i meant.”

“okay okay, i’m sorry!” minghao laughs, now moving to grab a pack of grapes. he grabs your favourite– the green crunchy kind, not the purple squishy ones. he gently places it into the cart you’re pushing, before moving over to the bakery section. “so, why do you say that?”

you watch him pick up a loaf of bread. “i want to go grocery shopping with you forever.”

he’s by your side again without missing a beat. “grocery shopping only, huh? that sounds awfully boring.” he grins. he knows what you mean, obviously, but refuses to pass up any opportunity to play with you. “forever is a long time. are you sure about it?”

you grin back at him. bumping shoulders, you playfully stick out your tongue at him. 

“yeah. you know how to pick all the good fruits.” 

minghao lets out a faux gasp. a dramatic cry, as he takes over pushing the cart. “is that all i’m good for?!” 

you purse your lips, pretending to think about it. then, you add: “you always remember to pick up my favourite snacks, too.” your eyes form little crescents as you smile cheekily at him. this time, he doesn’t resist the urge to bonk you on the head in retaliation. 

you giggle. whipping out your phone, you scroll through your notes app, checking through the day’s grocery list. minghao peeks over your shoulders, choosing to plant his lips on the crown of your head. you let out a satisfied hum as you pocket your phone again, leaning back into minghao’s chest to look up at him.

“we only need to get eggs, then we can go.” you start walking ahead towards the eggs, pulling on the front of the shopping cart. “do you need anything else, hao?”

he thinks about it for a bit before shaking his head, a gentle smile gracing his face. “i’m all good here.”

“great! let’s go!” 

you can’t buy rings at a supermarket, anyway.

[viviennevermillion]

When they want attention

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: spontaneous idea. gonna get to my request once i'm done with the 7k words jing yuan commission i received so look forward to that, the jing yuan stans are getting fed. dan heng has his dragon form in this one.

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: still into you — paramore

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: blade, dan heng, sampo, yaoshi

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none

The former Xianzhou craftsman was mysterious in many different ways but one thing you knew for sure was that he was way too scarred and emotionally stunted to just go ahead and ask you for your attention and love. He does sometimes but it's only on days when he's been doing particularly bad and his mara-struck self has been coming through more and he feels like your touch is the only thing keeping him grounded. He'd sneak up to you and quietly ask whether you'd mind to just hold him for a while. You never mind. But on regular days?

When Blade is just touch-starved and wants attention, he doesn't even initiate it. The only reason you notice is because he doesn't leave your side even though you're busy and working. He just keeps sitting close to you and staring at you from the side as if he wants something but when you ask him if he needs anything, he shakes his head and says it's important that you focus on your work.

It takes you a while to realize what's up with him. But when you eventually put your work aside for a moment to open your arms to him, he melts into your embrace and you can hear him let out a relieved sigh once he feels your warmth and gentle touch.

Sometimes you dare tease him about it. "Seems you just wanted my love. You know you can have that whenever you want, right?", you chuckle and kiss his temple. Blade chooses not to comment on it and to just keep enjoying your affection.

Kafka can also always tell when he's needy for attention and feels free to inform you when that's the case. She'll stand in the door to your room and gently knocks on the door frame. You look up to her with a questioning look. "Your boyfriend is cranky again. Do something about it", she says with a slight smile on her face. Blade readily accepts your affection when you seek him out after that, melting into your kiss and smiling against your lips. Just don't tell him Kafka sent you.

Honestly Dan Heng's sudden transformation was a lot to get used to for everyone on the Astral Express but you in particular now had to deal with his dragon instincts when he wanted your affection. Usually he suppresses them but when he's tired he doesn't always stop himself from getting a little clingy.

You had to admit that this new side to him was quite amusing. Sometimes you'd be working until late at night and Dan Heng would just gently bonk you with his head from the side to get your affection.

Oftentimes he'd wrap his arms around you from behind and nuzzles your neck for a while. Usually when he's very, very sleep-deprived. You'll feel his breath on your neck and his lips leaving quick pecks on your skin repeatedly. Sometimes you'll lightly feel his tongue against your neck too when he kisses you there. He has his face buried in your neck now and it doesn't look like he's leaving anytime soon.

He purrs now. The first time you hear this your eyes widen and you slow-blink for a bit, having to do a double take that you're not imagining this. You don't even dare point it out to him. Not when he's being this cute. So you just accept it and kiss his lips first before pressing them to each of his horns, resulting in Dan Heng trying to snuggle even closer. You suppress a chuckle and start gently caressing the tail he apparently slapped into your lap for you to play with.

He apologizes later for getting a little too clingy there but he smiles when you shake your head and reassure him you quite enjoyed him being this affectionate. He might do this more often now, seeing how much it makes you swoon and how happy it seems to make you.

Unlike Dan Heng and Blade, Sampo shamelessly asks for your attention everytime he craves it. He's very overdramatic about it too. He wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind while you're working and kisses your cheek repeatedly to ease you into the idea of leaving your work just standing around and tending to your touch-starved boyfriend. "Honey...", he coos and kisses the spot below your ear repeatedly, "you see, Sampo Koski has had a very rough day. First I had to run from the Silvermane Guards again, then my bag broke and all my relics fell into the dirt and then it started to rain and a client threw a fish at me and told me to die." You roll your eyes, your eyes falling on his bag, standing perfectly fine in the corner of the room.

"What I really mean to say is I could really use some love right now", he looks down with an obviously fake sad expression and wipes a non-existent tear from the corner of his eye, "my heart is broken and I'm not sure it will ever recover."

If you indulge him, he'll happily take up all the space in your arms and just lets you pamper him for a while. If you push him away and insist that you need to focus here, he starts kicking the sob story up a notch. "Pretty please", he whines and takes your hands into his, "you see, as a child my parents never told me they loved me-" "Ugh, Sampo", you let out a frustrated sigh. If you look into his eyes and tell him in all seriousness that you'd really like to finish your work first, he concedes but usually you're too amused with him to not at least give in a little.

"Okay fine, you get 10 minutes but then I really need to continue my work", you open your arms for him and 10 minutes quickly turn into 20 or 30. You muse that you can still do your work tomorrow.

If you're not a clingy person, I advise you to not indulge Yaoshi and reciprocate their feelings because while they respect the things you care about and are passionate about and would never want to make you angry at them, they're very high-maintenance when it comes to receiving affection. Yaoshi always backs off when you tell them to but internally they also want affection constantly.

If you thought Sampo was overly clingy, Yaoshi is a whole new brand of desperate. I mean, they could have shaken our hand or patted us on the head upon meeting us, but no, they chose to go straight for the lips and this is a pattern that carries through even after getting together with you.

Yaoshi won't just ask if you have some time to spare for them, Yaoshi will straight up plant themselves onto your lap and attempt to make out with you. Sometimes they're successful, sometimes they aren't.

In general the fact that there is a time and place for passionate kissing is something that Yaoshi needs to learn. You'll be in public and they'll try this and you tell them that you can do this later. Yaoshi waits until you're in a different public location and then asks again whether this is now a suitable place to kiss you. Don't even give them one kiss in public. Don't give them an inch, they'll attempt to take a mile. They listen when you tell them this isn't the time or place for kisses but if you give them a quick peck to the lips, in their mind, which is very much not adjusted to societal norms, this means "okay so now is the time for kisses" so they'll try to give you more kisses.

When you tell them you have work to do, Yaoshi asks you when they can expect you to be done with your work. "About 2-3 hours", you tell them and pat their head gently. Yaoshi nods and disappears. A couple of minutes later you can smell something burnt from the other room. "Yaoshi?", you call out worried, checking up on them.

You find them holding your burning alarm clock in both of their hands. "My dearest, I was trying to 'set an alarm' as you always do", they have a sad expression on their face and a tear runs down their cheek, "it seems I have accidentally vanquished your strange little nightingale. I hope you can forgive me one day."

"What were you even trying to set an alarm for?" Yaoshi looks up at you. "You said you'd be done in 2-3 hours."

You let out a sigh and caress their cheek gently. "We can buy a new one and I'll show you how to use it", you shake your head, wondering what you expected from dating a literal god who usually spends their time on a different plane of existence, "but we should probably get rid of this one."

Yaoshi obliges and the alarm clock is gone in an instant. "It is in a better place now", they explain. You decide you don't have the mental energy right now for the discussion that would result from asking what exactly 'a better place' is. For now you let Yaoshi sit or lay down on your lap while you do the rest of your work, your fingertips gently drawing circles onto their shoulders.

[merakiui]

Darling gets into an accident around a foggy village and suffers a head injury (a real nasty bonk that makes them loose their momories).

Skully happens upon them thinking this must be a work of fate! The powers that be have sent him a beloved! When darling wakes up he tells her she's his wife and not to worry because her husband will be there to take care her!

👁 👁 ohhhhh, this is so delicious! What if,,,,, he was holding you captive and you managed to escape, but in doing so you got into a terrible accident and lost your memories due to the head trauma. >_< but this is okay because your husband (you have a husband?) is here to bring you home (this is your home???). :D you believe everything he tells you because he's so sincere and gentle and loving, if not just a little eccentric and very, very clingy. He doesn't want to let you out of his sight, but can you blame him after your accident? He was so worried. He thought he'd lost you... he'll make sure that never happens again.

It's like he has a second chance! A redo! Truly a most wonderful fate. This was for the best, even though it does hurt his heart to know you're struggling.

You depend on Skully a lot after that. Before you used to fight him and struggle against his love, but now you're so kind and compliant, softly thanking him when he fills you in on the first time you met or what your wedding was like, putting all sorts of false memories into your head. There aren't any photos of you and him in the house to prove these claims, though, but he just tells you not to worry about that. Just focus on healing from the accident. That's all you need to think about right now.

You really are such a sweet, docile wife. >w< he adores you!!! Lots of cuddles and kisses. Slow, passionate sex that he never would have been able to experience if you hadn't lost your memory. Holding him close and whispering all manner of sweet nothings, confessing your love to one another in the dark... oh, and the way you beam when called Mrs. Graves! He swoons just imagining it. His name suits you so well; he's so happy you're his wife. <3

[eirianerisdar]

Top 20 Charlos Moments

Was talking to my twin @wafflesrisa about Charlos during Imola FP1 earlier and I decided to rank the most insane Charlos moments in order - ranked purely on moments that show just how much they're friends, not just teammates

This is just my own preference and it'll be different for everyone, but here a (non-exhaustive) list:

1. Bahrain 2024 crochet chili

"I want to gift this to you. From my fan to me, to you. So you will remember me for the rest of your life." "A chili!!" "For our post Teammate Era." "Ay we are only starting the season!" Carlos: "You will forget [the chili] there." Charles, softly: "No I won't." Also feat. nearly crying in the car afterwards

2. Miami 2024 Water flick

Carlos doesn't even look at the glass in the couple seconds before he flicks the water at Charles. He's looking at Charles and smiling. Charles gets a little overwhelmed with the affection and gets shy (bonus Ferrari team member being us looking at them)

3. Canada cotton ball lean

The cutest moment in this isn't Carlos telling Charles to admit that Carlos won. It's them both Zendaya laughing at each other when Charles gets caught cheating and Charles having this moment looking at the back of Carlos' head where he gets so overwhelmed with affection he collapses his whole weight into Carlos' side. Their caps bonk. It is cute.

4. Zandvoort 2022 headphone exchange -

Carlos, fixing Charles' headphones: "Put them properly eh? I know you very well." Lissie: "NO, YOU GUYS ARE VIBING TO DIFFERENT SONGS." Charles: "WE FOUND LOVE IN THE HOTTEST PLACE -" *C2 wheeze-laugh at each other and exchange headphones by placing them on each other's faces* Lissie: ...

5. Miami 2024 "I know you too well now"

Charles knowing he knew Carlos well enough to speak for him, and Carlos nodding silently in agreement. Then vice versa, Charles then having unshakable faith in Carlos' understanding of himself. Fist bumps. Fondness.

6. The kiss kiss saga: Charles' rayban kiss. 2023 Bracelet kiss kiss. 2023 music challenge kiss.

The first one especially gets me because it's a solid 5 seconds of Charles looking at Carlos, going FRIEND! MY FRIEND! and going *air kiss*

7. 2023 Abu Dhabi waist pinch and DTS Bahrain waist pinch

Waist pinches run in the Sainz family. Charles knows it's Carlos without needing to look by the time Abu Dhabi rolls around

8. 🎵Just the two of us🎵

Do I even need to say anything

9. Bahrain 2022 1-2 podium hug and butt pat

I can't find the video but Charles stepped up to the top step and instantly was like I HAVE TO HUG MY TEAMMATE I AM TOO HAPPY NOT TO HUG MY TEAMMATE AND SHARE THIS WITH HIM

10. Cookie decorating

So much happens in this video. The complete lack of personal space. The comfy sofa. The vocal stims. Twinning. Carlos sings "Dancing in the Moonlight," and Charles whistles it a bit later. Icing to the cheek. Teasing.

11. Zandvoort 2023 catch up

Charles forgetting they did spend the last bit of summer break further away from each other because they spent so much of the first part of summer break not far from each other. Also again. Carlos loves his personal space, Charles also loves Carlos' personal space

12. Carlos: "I'm not going to be here." Charles: *flinches*

13. TELL CHARLES TO COME CLOSE TO ME AND WE CELEBRATE THIS ONE TOGETHER/helmet pats/gentlest hug in parc ferme /podium champagne

I can't find the video of the hug but it's so gentle and Carlos leans his cheek into Charles' and I die

14. Love Honey Sweetie Baby Darling

They just pick up pet names and exchange them like lego

15. OG music challenge squishes/holding hands in OG quiz with wrenches

16. Abu Dhabi 2022 end of season message

Charles was plainly trying to smile for the camera but rightly upset with not having the championship year he wanted, but his smile turned genuine when Carlos hugged him and said Charles at least deserved P2 in Abu Dhabi for the great year he had driving incredibly well

17. Mexico separation anxiety Charles (Edit: posted initially with wrong link, updated now)

18. Zandvoort 2023 fond eye rolls

19. Carlos' 2022 birthday

They're insufferable. Charles' whinging is cute too

20. Carlos looking somft when imagining racing Le Mans with Charles

"With Charles," he says, while his press officer smirks

Feel free to add to this I just went down a wormhole of Charlos feels

[angelicblondie]

late nights

bf!luke x angel!reader ೀ⋆⑅˚

after spending almost every day with luke for years, some might think by now you'd be sick of each other. whether it was training, bonfires, swimming in the lake, hikes - you two were inseparable, even before you started dating.

so when people ask you if your tired of being around luke, you jokingly respond yes, but in truth, you could never be.

like in moments such as the present, where the lights are off in the hermes cabin and you and luke are under his sheets, kissing - which you had been doing for the last hour.

just as much as you could never get sick of luke, you could never get sick of his kisses.

even though as head of cabin luke had the biggest bed just like you, it was still considered small - the only real feat being it was not a bunk like the others. this causes you two to be pushed close, feeling the warmth of the others body, almost being able to hear their heartbeat.

this wasnt the first time you had snuck into lukes bed, and it certainly wouldnt be the last. underneath his sheets, it was much darker then it was in the actual room - causing you two to occasionally bonk heads or miss lips, ending up in hushed laughs and murmured curses.

your hands trailed his body, slithering up his shirt and gripping onto his biceps. his did the same, squeezing your waist to pull you closer and grabbing your ass (which he couldn't do without smirking into your lips). something about being in complete darkness due to the blankets, hidden from the rest of his siblings, made it easier for the the two of you to raunchily connect, but it was still just as exciting.

your hands cup his jaw before sliding up to his hair, threading you fingers through the strands and balling it up in your fist, gripping it lightly, yet still firmly.

luke quietly groans against your lips before pulling you even closer, messily moving his affection down you neck, sucking and licking every crevice he could feel. the feeling of his sloppy yet affectionate kisses had you biting your lip, pulling harder on his raven, curly hair.

you suddenly feel the light thwack of a pillow against your blanketed body, and lukes lips pausing their attack.

"keep it pg in there, lovebirds," the mumbled voice of a tired chris comes out, and the chuckle of travis stoll, since they were the only two who were still awake.

you don't need to be able to see to know that luke had rolled his eyes.

"alright, pipe down rodriguez," luke replies with light annoyance, but also with amusement. you giggle and bit, sitting up a smidge so that the light of the moon shining through the windows peaks into yours and lukes self made "fort" (if you could even call it that). you bend down and place a gentle kiss on his lips, before pulling away, pushing the blankets off of both your heads. luke doesn't make a noise, but he internally groans and closes his eyes in defeat, obviously displeased by the interruption. in response, you bite your lip to hold back a blinding smile, then shove his shoulder lightly.

"you're a dork," you mouth to him with a soft smile.

he pushes himself up so your face to face, and up close you could see his moon lit eyes held a gleam of mischief, fitting for the son of hermes.

"m'your dork though, angel." he whispers, pecking your lips before wrapping his arms around you waist to pull you down against the mattress, backing into the blankets, and straight to a peaceful, dreamless, sleep.

[tubbytarchia]

Traffic/Life series roster as dinosaurs

A lot of these don't make for very good hybrids unless you wanna get into freaky territory or full on centaur but... Hope it's a fun scroll nonetheless!

Grian - Novialoidea

A small birdie... The name also means "New wings" which I find fun. New lives and death games to be part of, new wings to accompany him... (Honorable mention to "Shuvuuia" the "desert bird" who unfortunately is not a pterosaur (doesn't fly)) (Yes we're including pterosaurs! Just using "dinosaur" as a conveient blanket term)

Tango - Aratasaurus / Pyroraptor

Fire raptor! Either works just fine and Tango as a skittery little raptor is perfect for a creature like him

Scar - Apatosaurus

"Deceptive Lizard" harkening back to Scar's scamming tendencies. Though I've always liked the idea of him being some larger gentler animal in any hybrid scenario and a long-neck fits the bill well. He can poke his nose into people's conversations easily to start marketing something useless to them and swishes his tail to ward off anyone who's about to stop him

Impulse - Nasutoceratops

Ren - Regaliceratops

Horns. COOL horns. I don't know what else you want from me ceratopses are just way too awesome. Nasutoceratops is a wicked cool dinosaur for having its horns point so forward much like a bull and I for one can jive with some Impulse bull symbolism. Bulls are often viewed as strong, sturdy and loyal, traits also assigned to Impulse a LOT of the time. But though he IS intensely loyal in many cases (+ Ceratopses are also known for how they defend their own!), and he's not very outward about the following traits, he can get quite petty and bitchy and hold grudges. Still, you don't think of that when you look at him and he seems to agree! Eg him feeling like he should be accepted into Cleo's alliance in 3rd life without actually proving himself when Cleo was rightfully hesitant, at which Impulse more or less rolled his eyes. And him proclaiming "betrayal!" when killed by Bdubs when their alliance was as firm as a rat's tail

(And I feel the need to point this out too just in case: "bulls are also known for their temper" yeah but they're not like that! Bulls like many animals become defensive when exposed to aggravating behavior or movement! Which you could work into Impulse's grudge holding and intense loyalty...? I don't know enough about him sorry but do with that what you will)

Regaliceratops! Regal!! Crown shaped frill!!! Need I say more?

Gem - Therizinosaurus

Theris are so bad bitch coated to me and I would love to have one as my wife I mean um I couldn't decide on a less generic specimen so Gem can just be a Theri! A herbivore - often associated with the belief that herbivores are gentle passive creatures, but far from it, especially with Gem! She bares her claws like it's no one's business

Martyn - Stygmoloch

A Pachy with a tough head and a tendency to bonk people - I think it fits Martyn's tendency to perpetuate drama haha. The Stygmoloch's name though more or less translates to "demon of the styx river", the river of the underworld representing loathing of death. To me this makes sense with all the watcher lore (that I have a hard time understanding but whatever!!) especially with how Martyn became in LL. The watchers themselves don't loathe death (??) of course. They're death games. But someone within the game trying to stay alive and win? Probably loathes the idea of themselves dying. I have no clue what Im saying

Pearl - Carnotaurus

Ok maybe a hot take not to make her into a pteradon or even a raptor with wing-like features but those just didn't fit that well in my opinion. Rather I wanted her to have some kind of horn motif in place of her wings as visual symbolism for her character. I'd like to imagine her having fine horns, to then have them damaged (one broken off) and simultaneously the other more grown out. Think of how domesticated goats for example have their horns trimmed. I think human hybrids with horns would do the same to keep them from becoming a bother but Pearl would neglect to after her heartbreak in DL. I was heavily considering the Diabloceratops for this, especially because of the name (Devil horned face - good ostracizing material) but Pearl strikes me a lot more as a carnivore and there are only two horned carnivores out there so... Carnotaurus it is haha. And even now I'm making her horns unrealistically big but.... We can suspend some belief

BigB - Oryctodromeus

"Digging Runner"! I've already talked plenty of why BigB is very rabbit behavior to me and my reasons for assigning this burrowing dinosaur to him are similar. Tldr he is fidgety and cautious yet clever and constantly buries himself underground

Lizzie - Anurognathidae

I don't even fucking know man it made me think of Lizzie and then I wasn't able to assign anything else to her. Lizzie often claims to be confused and if any dinosaur looks to be in a perpetual state of confusion then its this one. I know a lot of people like to portray Lizzie as a butterfly also so there you go, wings!!! And it's quite cat-like too for those who like to draw her as a cat

Mumbo - Leinkupal

I really struggled with Mumbo... So many different dinos fit him imo but I figured it should be at least something moderately large (so "Technosaurus" was out of the question lol). Then I rediscovered this dinosaur whose name translates to "vanishing family" and then I thought about LL and SL and how Mumbo went out quickly after the initial death/s and left a very felt absence in someone's alliance and then I became really emotional and forgot what I was doing

Joel - Nodocephalosaurus

Bdubs - Psittacosaurus

"Knob Headed Lizard"

Joel as an Ankylosaur has been stuck in my head from day one of assigning dinosaurs to the Lifers and I'm frustrated that I can't truly explain why. You'd view an Ankylosaur as a slow and docile creature, even compared to other herbivores, but...

1. Maybe not so much nowadays, I don't know what non-dino nerds think, but I feel like ankylosaurs were largely believed to be HUGE back in the day, much like velociraptors, when in reality they're not that big. The Nodocephalosaurus is especially small even among other ankylosaurs. But, well, we all know what Joel loves to say about himself

2. Joel is or likes to make himself look well in control, just as ankylosaurs have little to worry about as far as predators go. Especially in earlier series where he was content basing mostly by himself. It's always when things get dire and he enters his red life that he becomes very impulsive and erratic like an ankylosaur flipped on its back

3. I know there's a distinction between Traffic Joel and Empires Joel and whatever other Joel but... Even in death games his more charitable traits shine through here and there. He really becomes a dangerous rascal for a large majority of the time and he's very good at it, he's not putting on a mask or anything, but I like to remember that underneath that tough spiky armor is gentleness and caring. His care towards Lizzie and Pearl and Etho etc etc

4. The image of Joel as a hell of a spiky creature is just really fun to me. Yet heavy and blunt ones! And someone once proposed the idea of him having a club tail but having chiselled it to be sharp to mirror him being a menace. (Added benefit also that it's lighter that way haha) To me he's always been an obvious heavy hitter rather than stealthy or particularly creative etc. Him as a carnivore just doesn't work as well for me

The name bares no fitting meaning but when I look at Bdubs I think of Psittaco. All other species close to it in looks are already ceratopsians and we have like... 3 of those already lol. Im sorry Bdubs you look so stupid

Cleo - Lythronax

There's so few predators in this roster lol oops, but Cleo deserves to be an apex one! The name translates to "Gore King" because you know, zombies... and you know, Cleo is very king so true. If any of the Lifers should be able to boast rows of razor sharp teeth to gore others it should be ZombieCleo

Scott - Theiophytalia

I've been really struggling with Scott but how about the dinosaur whose name translates to "Belonging to the garden of Gods". There's only one known specimen of this species and it's an Iguanadon looking dinosaur which I think a lot of people would regard as the most basic, possibly boring type of dinosaur (if it weren't for the Allosaurus which already takes the title of "basic straight white guy") but that further fits Scott imo. It's always been a strong point of appeal to me how MUCH there is to his character that so often goes under the radar or unexplored, and how he's very often portrayed as just some handsome looking guy as opposed to a hybrid etc. He's not at all extravagant yet has mastered his craft of bending fate in his favor, he so often has things perfectly under his control just as he wants them, etc... reflective of the name "Theiophytalia" even if you wouldn't think such a dinosaur to sport one of the most prolific names a dinosaur can have. Also garden something something flower husbans. Basically whatever Bree's take on Scott is lol. I don't wanna blab for 5 paragraphs about that blue mf here but. I hope this makes sense

Jimmy - Yinlong

I struggled with this mf the most because he's another very hashtag deep character. I felt really bad to remove his bird motifs completely because the canary is so essential to him, but a raptor nor a pteradon fit my image of him at all. I spent so much time looking into various species but it just aint it, but Yinlong was possibly quilled and we can still cover him in feathers, even if he has nothing close to wings haha... BUT ANYWAY. Yinlong is a small kind of pathetic looking dinosaur, and Jimmy definitely isn't small but he'd sure be made to feel that way. Yinlong translates to "Hidden Dragon" however, a rather thought-provoking name for such a dinosaur. Given his character, it sure does feel like there's a soul of a dragon laying dormant somewhere in him, buried by all the self deprecation and curse labels. Honorable mention to Tianyulong, a very similar dinosaur who was named after a museum, but "Tianyu" also translates to peace and content. Something that Jimmy can't yet but deserves to be

Etho - undefined raptor

Already made a loong post about raptor Etho haha which I assume yall have seen since the support towards that post is the only reason I'm even making this post

Skizz - Olorotitan

"Titanic Swan" close enough to an angel right. I feel the whole angel thing is a bit overdone when Skizz can become a malicious little creature every now and then, but swans much like angels do get viewed as beautiful and taken as symbolism of love. Much like Skizz is largely viewed as an angel and often as someone who can do no wrong. But mostly I wanted Skizz to be a hadrosaur/duck-billed dinosaur, because those are dinosaurs known for their speculated vocalizations. And what is Skizz good at? Talking and voicing his love and appreciation? Yeah? Yeah... I'm so sorry Skizz btw this hybrid idea does not work out

Again, a lot of these don't work so well as hybrids... Some like the long-neck ones I cant imagine to have more than a spiky spine back and a tail, but! These picks aren't based on hybrid potential but rather what I think genuinely fits. I did really work on this all day looking through a bunch of dinosaurs and research haha, but I do love dinosaurs a lot... If you disagree with any hey thats cool! Feel free to give me your opinions if you've any and I hope this was fun to scroll through regardless

[luckycharms1701]

Just read Mikey’s mating season, would write one for Raphael?

of course i will, anything for our boy in red! i will say that bay raph in particular is hard for me to write, so i hope this is decent

again, it's a lil spicyyy 🌶️ reader beware!

The first time it's brought up, Raph absolutely refuses to allow you to spend his season with him. Won't even have the conversation. Not even Mikey can convince him to just talk to you. It takes a literal act of God to force him into it- stranded in your apartment together while a late snowstorm rages, just as his season is starting.

Raph is naturally afraid that he will hurt you. But what he doesn't tell you is that he is afraid of the vulnerability. Raph's season is a highly emotional time for this passionate guy. He knows that he'll be more open- generally the first sign that his season is starting is when he admits something to one of his brothers that he doesn't actually want them to know. So forced into close quarters with you, alone- he's afraid of what he'll say, afraid that the depths of his feelings will drive you off.

He is shocked that when the time comes, his anger doesn't overwhelm him the way it normally does. Instead, it is his love for you that takes over. He finds himself feeling incredibly affectionate. He even chirps for you. (Once it's over he's mortified and you have to swear that you'll never tell anyone ever). The sadness he associates with this time? Again, all gone, because you're here.

The cuddling is real and it is. Frequent. Raph doesn't like to let you go and will often carry you around if you need to move from the bed. But good luck getting him to agree to let you leave the bed. He likes you there and he does not want you to leave. Surely he can go get whatever you need? You belong in his arms, as far as he is concerned.

So, Raph. Once you get him on board, he has rules. These are non-negotiable, because not following them could possibly result in him hurting you and that Will Not Happen. The biggest rule is that you cannot tease him. Teasing riles him up like nothing else and if he loses control and hurts you... no. It Won't Happen. He'll lock himself in a different room and take care of himself before he'll let you break one of his rules.

However, that doesn't mean that it's not a good time for both of you. It's hard at first, because Raph is so afraid to let go, but once he does? Once all that passion is set free and focused on you? It is absolutely some of the most intense lovemaking you've ever experienced in your life. And that's what it is- lovemaking.

All of Raph's affection and tender feelings take over, and he is intense but so gentle at the same time. When it's not mating season, he can be rough sometimes, although never more than you can handle. Not so during mating season. Even when he's pounding into you, driving you wild as you writhe under him, he doesn't hurt you. The only bruises you come out with are in the shape of his hands on your hips.

He is surprisingly quiet when he fucks you. Everything in him is so focused on you that he barely notices his own pleasure. He does chirp a lot, and when it happens the churring practically vibrates the whole bed. He prefers to draw sounds out of you instead. There is a certain dark chuckle he gives that warns you that you are about to get loud. He loves to quiet down so he can catch the nearly silent gasp that comes out of you when his fingers hit that spot deep in you.

He becomes an anxious mother hen when it's over. He hovers. It's a little maddening but he needs you to indulge. He needs to be able to make sure that you're okay, that he didn't hurt you. He is of course worried for no reason, you're fine. But he's still a little cuddly, so you enjoy indulging him.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[llamagoddessofficial]

I can’t stop thinking about it now, but nose nuzzling with siren boys? -oh wait they don’t have noses-

Hmmm… gentle and affectionate forehead bonking?

Gentle siren forehead bonks??? ON MY CHRISTIAN BLOG?????? How obscene!!!

Sans: Forehead touching? Nuzzling? He might actually hesitate a while. He may even pull away, once or twice, if you go in for one. Those kinds of casual and universal displays of affection were commonplace in his old pod, and the memories can sometimes be a bit much for him.

... He won't hesitate for long, though. He's affection starved. Be careful, though- giving him nuzzles really solidifies in his head that you're his forever mate. He's gonna start getting aggressive with anyone he thinks is a rival for your affection.

Red: As a shark, he's used to much more tough displays of any affection. Biting, scratching, roughhousing... so he'd actually be pretty flustered by a forehead bonk or a sweet nuzzle. It's just so soft? So unequivocally gentle? He sits there momentarily stunned, before needing to sink under the surface of the water for a little while to process what just happened. One of very few times you're going to see Red being the flustered one.

Skull: Going in to give siren Skull a forehead bonk is a dangerous game to play. He'll see you leaning in as 'wife is giving open invitation to kiss and nuzzle'. If you don't heed the warning of his eyelight getting huge and excited, as soon as you're within range, you're trapped until he's had his fill of affection. Which could be anywhere from a few minutes, to nearly an hour. With tentacles and dexterity like his, escape is not an option.

You've also now opened the pandora's box of unwittingly informing him that nuzzling is one of your ways of showing love. He wants to show love in ways you understand. Expect him to drag you in and smoosh his face into yours at any chance he gets. Doesn't matter what you're doing near his tank, you will be leaving with a wet face and messed up hair.

[deanstead]

Mistaken

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader, Rhodestead

Requested: no

Summary: As Will finds himself dealing with an unwelcome presence in his life, you disappear in the middle of shift.

Word Count: 5.3K+

Tags/Warnings: established relationships, stalking, kidnapping, hostage situations

A/N: First time I'm trying out writing for Rhodestead so I put this as a double pairing fic. Wasn't sure I was going to let this fic see the light of day but bestie @sheetsonfire gave her stamp of approval (and I haven't posted in a while) so here goes! Kinda (read: very) nervous about this so let me know what you guys think!

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

“Hey, you wanna grab dinner?” Will asked as he opened his locker next to you.

You glanced back at him, your eyes betraying the mental exhaustion from the day. Losing children was never easy, everyone knew that.

You gave Will a small smile. “No date with Connor?” You lightly teased.

Will chuckled.

Will and Connor had been dancing around each other for almost forever and it had taken you an unbelievable amount of self control not to literally bonk their heads together. Thankfully, they’d gotten off their asses before you had to.

“Connor got pulled into a surgery so I got stood up.”

You let out a small laugh, closing your locker. “Your brother’s on a case so… dinner’s on you.”

Will laughed, nodding. “I got you.”

The both of you ended up in one of the eateries you frequented that was near Med which opened late exactly for this reason - a place that had saved all of you from many late nights. Be it when Jay came to get you from a late shift, or when you, Connor and Will needed to eat after a shift before going to crash. All four of you had even been here together shortly after the shift in dynamics - you and Jay had just gotten married, while Will and Connor had finally started seeing each other officially.

In an effort to steer both your thoughts away from work, Will started a conversation about Connor, and you watched a light in Will’s eyes as he talked about Connor, a light that had finally let its way out into the world.

“What?” Will asked, angling his eyebrows at you before you realized you were smiling cheekily at him.

You shrugged. “Just nice to see you so happy.”

Will smiled, reaching over to ruffle your hair.

“You know you transitioned into this annoying older brother role way too smoothly.” You growled playfully, your eyes narrowing at him.

Will laughed, retracting his hand and chuckling.

“Y/N?”

Jay’s voice reached you first before you saw him but it still made you smile.

“You said you were going to be late?” You said but you were already looping your arms around his waist and pressing yourself into his embrace.

Jay let out a small chuckle. “Sorry, I know things have been a little crazy.”

You shook your head, burying your face deeper into his shoulder. “I just missed you.”

Jay leaned back before leaning back down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “Shall we stay in tonight?”

You grinned back at him. “Sounds perfect.”

It felt like it had been a while since you and Jay had done this, just stayed in, the television turned on while the two of you had a cozy meal before cuddling on the couch with the wine glasses sitting just a little precariously on the small coffee table Will and Connor had gotten the both of you as a wedding present.

“Everything at work okay?” Jay asked quietly, his arms resting around your waist.

“You know, same-old. We have the bullies, the overbearing parents, but there are also families that remind me why I became a doctor.”

Jay rested his chin gently on your shoulder, his cheek resting lightly against yours before he closed his eyes.

“I think that if you’re here, if I know that I get to come home to you at the end of any day or case, I’ll be able to do about anything.” He whispered.

You knew that voice, the voice that told you he'd had a hard day.

You took his hand gently in yours. “I’ll always be here, Jay. At the end of every difficult case, or day, no matter what.”

Jay pressed a kiss to your cheek lightly and you leaned further back into his embrace.

“Dr Y/L/N, someone’s asking for you in the waiting room if you have a few minutes.” One of the nurses came up to you as you were studying a patient’s chart.

You looked around the ED, it was a quiet sort of day but you weren’t in the best of moods since you’d lost your card holder. Just thinking about having to replace your credit cards already made you feel tired and anxious. Regardless, you nodded with a smile at the nurse, thanking her for letting you know.

Putting on your best professional smile you headed towards the waiting room, scanning the crowd for someone who looked like they’d be waiting for you.

A woman who was about your age made eye contact with you, giving you a small smile. “Y/N Y/L/N?”

You frowned just a little in confusion although you kept your expression mostly neutral and nodded. She seemed a little familiar to you even though you weren’t fully certain where you’d seen her before.

The woman just smiled, handing you back a card case that was most definitely yours.

“I think you dropped this, this morning at the coffee place. I got your name from one of your cards and luckily the cafe said you were a regular so they knew you worked here.”

You felt the relief flood your system, the anxiety that had been clawing at you the whole morning finally seeming to let up.

“Oh my god, thank you.” You could even hear the relief in your voice bounce back at you but you weren't even embarrassed. “You saved me a lot of trouble and well... stress.”

You paused as you looked at her. “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before. Have we met?”

The woman just smiled and shook her head. “Maybe in the mornings, I get my coffee there too most days.”

It didn’t feel like a correct answer but you let it go, reminding yourself this was not the time to obsess over unimportant details.

“Look, you did me a huge favor today. Is there something I can do to thank you?”

The woman just smiled. “Maybe you can just buy me a coffee. Tomorrow morning?”

You studied her for a bit and then nodded. She smiled, extending her hand. “Grace.”

You smiled back at her and shook it, agreeing to see each other the next morning at the cafe.

As you watched her walk back out the main door with a friendly wave, you felt that weird feeling again, like something wasn’t quite sitting right with you.

You definitely knew her from somewhere.

As agreed, you’d met Grace the next morning at your morning coffee stop and it had gone better than you'd expected, so much so that you’d talked yourself out of that weird feeling in your gut, putting it down to that tinge of social anxiety you had with new people.

You’d almost caved and asked Will or Connor if they could come with you but decided you didn’t really wanna be a wuss. Besides, the rational part of your brain was telling you that your anxiety was being irrational once again.

Grace had been easy to talk to though, so you were glad you hadn’t overreacted.

But when you opened the door to the doctors’ lounge armed with coffees for both Connor and Will, you sensed something was off.

Will was sitting on the couch, his head ticked up just a little as the door opened and Connor’s arm was around Will’s shoulders, Will gently pressed up against Connor. Even though it was no secret, they didn't usually behave much like a couple at work.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, frowning as you quickly put the coffees down on the table and headed towards them.

Will glanced at Connor. “I’m fine.”

Connor gave him half an exasperated look, even though you could still see the frown lines tinged with worry.

Will might be your brother-in-law, but way before you and Jay had gotten close, the three of you had always been great friends so it wasn’t surprising you could tell they were holding something back.

You raised an eyebrow at Connor. “Someone better tell me what’s going on.”

Will exchanged a look with Connor before he gave him a small nod.

“She’s back.”

She.

You knew exactly who Connor was talking about. That was the part that really made you feel like shit.

Will had been reluctant to call it stalking at first, reluctant to put Jay on this even though the laws on stalking had already greatly improved the past few years. But now it seemed like Will was getting concerned too.

“Will, maybe we need to tell Jay about this.” You said gently, even though you understood why Will didn’t want to tell Jay and make it all official.

Will just nodded. “Maybe. I’ll talk to him.”

Connor glanced at Will before squeezing his hand gently. “I’ll see you later, alright? I've got a surgery."

With a quick kiss, Will and Connor parted and you nodded at Connor to assure him that you were here anyway.

Will had told himself that if it persisted he'd go to Jay but she'd suddenly stopped showing up. The notes stopped and the street was empty when Will left the house.

“Maybe she finally gave up. Like she had one last look and she left.” You said, even though just saying it sounded stupid.

Will just smiled back, asking everyone to stop worrying.

“Y/N, you’re wanted in the waiting room.” Maggie called across the ED and you nodded, patting Will on the arm before heading straight out, shrugging at Maggie.

You’d barely stepped out of the automatic doors when you saw her.

“Grace?”

She looked a little frazzled, like she was startled.

“Y/N, thank god. I didn’t know anyone else and…”

You frowned, stopping her with a hand on her arm. “Okay, slow down. What’s going on?”

“My friend, she got hurt and I don’t think I can move her. It’s just at the next street. Can you…”

You frowned. “How is she hurt, Grace? What happened?”

Grace shook her head. “I don’t know, can you just…”

You took a glance back at Leah, who nodded at you quickly disappearing back into the ED.

Feeling certain that whoever it was that Leah alerted would be able to catch up to you quickly, you let Grace lead you out of the ED, so preoccupied that you didn’t notice the shift in the look in her eyes.

“Anything?”

Will asked, jogging up towards Ethan who shook his head.

Having just gotten a bit of time between patients, Will and Ethan had come out after you almost immediately but somehow you were nowhere to be found.

Will already had his phone pressed to his ear but while it had been ringing earlier, it was now dead.

“Are we sure…” Will’s voice trailed off as his eye caught on something right by the side of the sidewalk. “Wait.”

Will bent down, picking it up. There was no mistaking it, Will thought, as the key-shaped pendant from your necklace lay in his palm. “This is hers. I better call Jay.”

The ringing in Jay’s ears hadn’t stopped since he’d heard from Will.

With no hesitation whatsoever, Voight had sent Jay and Hailey along to Med, while Kim went straight to try to track movements from traffic pods.

Jay frowned now as he leaned over the computer in the security office with Hailey, watching as you spoke to a woman in the waiting room, her face not fully visible from the angle she was standing at.

Hailey glanced at Jay. “She knows where the cameras are.”

Jay nodded absentmindedly, his eyes locked on the image of you leaving the hospital - the last time any of your colleagues had seen you.

Jay ran a hand across his face as he tried to empty his brain to think. Nothing made sense. It didn’t make sense why anyone would want to take you. There’d been no violent patients that you had mentioned recently and everyone Hailey had spoken to earlier couldn’t think of anyone from the past few months either. Sure, there’d been difficult patients and family members but no one that jumped out as being dangerous.

Which meant they had no starting point. And Jay was worried that his brain was too clouded with worry to even think straight. He felt like he was missing something.

“Jay. Here.” Will said, his voice quiet as he put the necklace in Jay’s hand.

Jay’s eyes lingered for a while on the pendant now and Will glanced at his brother worriedly, unable to even imagine being in Jay’s shoes right now.

“Jay, if you…”

Will was interrupted as Jay’s phone rang, his eyes wandering towards the screen of the image capture.

What the hell?

Will glanced up again where Jay was still talking on the phone, before his eyes found the screen again, feeling the knot in his gut seemingly grow in size.

“Will, I just heard.” Connor’s voice broke Will out of what was almost a trance, turning to look at Connor.

Connor registered the look in Will’s eyes almost immediately, his eyes flitting to the screen before he glanced at Will. “That’s…”

“What?” Jay asked now, joining them again as he finished talking to Kim.

Will could barely look his brother in the eye as he glanced up.

“Her name is Grace. Grace Turner.”

Jay frowned. “You know this woman?”

Will exchanged a look with Connor, who merely squeezed his hand. “She's been stalking me."

The room was still spinning but at least it seemed to be slowing down.

Grace had her back to you as she fiddled with something on her table. You knew you should have trusted your gut.

From the beginning, something had felt off about her, like she was being too friendly. But then you’d put it down to your social anxiety, swallowing it down like a bad pill.

Yet now, as you became more aware of the ache around your shoulders from your arms being pulled towards your back, feel the rough material of whatever she’d used to tie your wrists together, you knew your gut had been right all along. You should have just listened to it.

Just as you were trying to figure what the hell you were supposed to do, Grace turned to look at you.

Her lips curled up into a smile that you’d never seen on her face before, something that made the feeling of unease balloon up in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re awake.”

You frowned, your eyes scanning her expression for more clues.

“Grace, what’s going on? What… is this?” You asked, trying your best to keep your voice level and calm, as you’d done many times in the course of your work in the ED, regardless of what you were feeling.

Grace looked back at you, blinking. “I’ve been trying to figure out why he likes you. There’s nothing truly outstanding, you know?”

You frowned.

“What?”

You weren’t sure if she wasn’t making sense or if your head was still kind of spinning from inhaling whatever drug she’d soaked that cloth with before she’d pressed it against your mouth and nose earlier.

Grace turned back to look at you now and you didn’t like the glint in her eye. “I’ve been trying to figure it out for weeks, why he's been keeping his distance. And then I saw you with him, and then I knew. It was you. You’re the one standing between us.”

You frowned, your mind spinning as you tried to figure out what she was getting at. Jay hadn’t mentioned anything in particular and you were sure if there’d been someone following the both of you around, he’d have said something or changed up the routine for the both of you.

“You… what? Listen, if there’s…”

Grace didn’t seem to be listening though. “Is it because you’re both doctors?”

Both…

“You.” You couldn’t hide the contempt in your voice as you realized this was her. She was the woman who’d been stressing Will out.

Nervous as you were, your gut still feeling like it was flipped inside out, you also felt annoyance and the extreme urge to protect someone you cared about despite the situation you were in.

Even with the ache in your arms, you glared up at her. “If you really cared about him, you wouldn’t be doing this.”

Grace turned back towards you, the anger in her eyes more pronounced now. “No one cares about him more than I do!”

You didn’t avert your eyes, the anger you felt bubbling over in you overtaking the fear and uncertainty that was still hanging over you.

“Not even his brother?” Your voice was still even, as you looked at her. “You took me because you thought Will and I were seeing each other?”

Grace didn’t say anything, just narrowed her eyes at you.

“If we really were seeing each other, did you think taking me here was going to solve anything?”

Grace exhaled loudly. “I’ve been watching you with him.”

You studied Grace, feeling your thoughts swirl. She’d been so obsessed with Will, that she saw you when you were with him but she didn’t watch you any further. She didn’t see the times that you went home or on dates with Jay. You were actually more surprised she didn’t know about Connor.

“So what do you actually want?”

Your eyes flicked to the scissors she had in her hand as you finished your question, before she stepped towards you.

Jay was quite literally going out of his mind.

They’d matched the woman’s identity, and went straight to her last known address but the apartment looked like it hadn’t been lived in for months judging by the layer of dust that had settled on the furniture. What they did find was a bunch of photos of Will scattered along the walls and other corners of the apartment.

Jay could feel the anger building inside him. Even if this crazy woman hadn’t taken you right under everyone’s nose, the fact that this was somehow connected to his brother was pissing him off so much it was taking all his effort not to punch something.

The sounds of fingers dancing across keyboards, as well as the sound of rifling papers reminded Jay that he needed to keep his head in the game.

“Hey, Jay.”

Jay glanced up to see Connor heading out of the pantry where he’d been with Will, his eyes flicking towards the back view of his brother before he nodded.

“Listen, I was thinking. Will mentioned he’s seen her around his apartment a few times, so couldn’t we…”

Jay froze. “Wait, what?”

Connor frowned. “He didn’t say anything to you?”

Jay’s eyes flicked back in the direction of his brother. “He should have told me about this when it happened.” His voice was slightly reproachful but Connor could hear the tinge of worry as well.

Connor just nodded, realizing he needed to tell Jay almost everything.

“So, can we…”

Jay’s mind was already there as he nodded, leaning back down over his computer, trying to run matches between Grace’s known family and acquaintances with recent rentals near Will’s apartment.

Jay’s eyes scanned the screen in front of him quickly before he paused. “Ruz, what did you say her sister’s name was?”

“Kayla.”

Jay frowned. “I have a Kayla Lloyd here.”

Kim was right on it. “I think you’re on the right track. Kayla Turner married Nash Lloyd three years ago.”

The team exchanged looks. Hailey nodded. “It’s the best we got so far. I say we go.”

Voight was already standing at his office door before he nodded. “Let’s go.”

Connor glanced at Will from where they were sitting in the back of Jay’s truck.

Will was glancing out, his fist curled into a ball as it rested on the seat between him and Connor. It wasn’t that he was that affected by this woman, but the fact that he hadn’t done anything which ultimately got the people around him dragged in was really eating at him.

Jay glanced at his brother through the rear view mirror before training his eyes back on the road. He didn’t have the capacity to think of anyone else but you right now. He didn’t know how to. But he could feel the fear clawing at him, but he just exhaled slowly, turning the corner towards the address they’d found earlier.

You exhaled, hearing Grace pacing outside the bedroom she’d put you in.

Your eyes darted around the room, your brain feeling like it was finally clearing up enough for you to form thoughts that were coherent enough for you to take in other details you hadn’t noticed earlier, like your phone sitting on the dresser.

Grace had been a little out for it for a while, alternating between mumbling to herself or ranting at you about Will. You hadn’t exactly pointed out the fact that you weren’t Will’s girlfriend, like she’d been thinking when she’d grabbed you. Other than the insinuation that had seemed to pass right over her head, you weren’t sure if it was going to make things worse if you pointed out that there was nothing going on between you and Will.

But you needed to do something.

You struggled a little to get to your feet, especially considering that your hands and feet were bound together but you managed to stand a little shakily with minimal sound, feeling a bead of sweat travel down the side of your face.

Gritting your teeth to try not to make any other sound, you gently hopped, grateful that at least she’d put a carpet on her bedroom floor. You angled your body, wobbling backwards as you neared the dresser, your hands finally closing around your phone. You fumbled with your fingers trying to at least turn it on so that Jay could somehow find you. You felt like it was forever, trying to wait for the stupid logo to disappear and for the phone to start but you’d just turned around again to peer at the screen when the door opened.

You froze as you watched the look on Grace’s face shift to one of rage as she took in the scene before her.

She lunged and you threw yourself out of the way, your eyes not missing the fact that she was still gripping onto the scissors in her hand. Your phone slid out of your hands and onto the floor with a thud and you felt your heart sink with it as you tried to reposition yourself on the floor, trying to ignore the shooting pains from the shoulder you’d landed on.

But you knew it was useless, especially as you heard her frustrated breath and a low growl before you felt yourself get yanked up by the hair.

She was freakishly strong for a woman her size.

That was the thought that entered your mind as you tried to regain as much balance as you could. You felt your breath catch in your throat as the threatening cold metal blades hovered near your neck right before the door crashed open.

You’d never felt such a sense of safety overwhelm you until you saw your husband’s face now, his gun ticked up high, his eyes betraying a mixed look of relief and worry at the same time, if that was even possible.

“Y/N.” Your name left his lips like a reflex, his eyes locked directly on yours, even the unspoken words putting you slowly at ease.

Jay was here.

Jay’s eyes flicked towards the woman standing behind you who looked as startled as a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

“Put the scissors down.”

You heard the effort it took for Jay to keep his voice steady, knowing that it would just take something small for Jay to lose it. So you locked your eyes on his, even though you felt the anxiety once again eat at you.

Grace hadn’t reacted and Jay kept his gun raised, his trained eyes looking around the room.

“Stay out of this.” Grace forced the words out through her clenched teeth. “I wouldn’t have done this if she didn’t…”

Her words trailed off as your body froze, your eyes catching the flash of ginger at the door.

“Will.” You felt the jolt of worry hit you, interrupted only by a growl from behind you, the scissors that inched dangerously closer towards your neck reminding you that maybe you shouldn’t have said his name.

Will’s eyes lighted on yours and despite the predicament you found yourself in, you wanted to smack him upside the head for that guilt swimming in his eyes.

Your eyes moved back towards Jay’s and he nodded discreetly at you.

“Grace. Listen to me. Put it down and we can all talk, alright?” Jay said quietly, lowering his gun just a little as a show of faith.

Grace frowned, her eyes flicking up towards Will before she spoke. “All I needed to do was get rid of her, right?”

Will’s frown deepened just slightly as he absorbed what Grace was saying.

“I was just getting rid of the obstacles standing in our way.” Grace said, her voice cracking just a little. “I see the way you look at her, but if it wasn’t for her, we'd be together!"

Will glanced at you and you frowned just as his eyes flicked back to Grace, his head shaking slowly. “I need you to let her go. Can’t you see you’re hurting everyone?”

You heard Will’s voice crack softly, Jay’s eyes flicking towards his older brother as well.

“She’s my… she’s my sister. There’s nothing… You… you’ve misunderstood.”

You could hear how much it was killing Will to keep his voice even and steady, when he was just as close to losing his cool as Jay was.

You felt Grace’s hold on you loosen just a little as her focus shifted entirely to Will. “Your…”

She shook her head, her shaking hand once again inching closer towards you. “I’ve seen the both of you… you don’t have a sister, don’t lie to me!”

“It’s true.” Will said quietly, glancing at Jay who nodded, now lowering his gun even more, Hailey stepping just half a step forward in case.

“Grace.” Jay said quietly. “Look at me.”

As Grace turned her attention to him, Jay exhaled gently. “You know me, don’t you? If you know Will as well as you do.”

Grace nodded slowly. “I just want my wife back.” He said quietly and you heard the quiet crack in his voice, one that only you would have picked up on. “Just give her back to me, please.”

“Your…”

Grace angled her head back down to you and you nodded. “I tried to tell you.”

Caught off-guard, Grace looked like she wasn’t sure what to do next. In her hesitation, her hand holding the blade moved slightly away from you, hovering off to the side and Jay nodded at you.

You threw yourself in the opposite direction, falling back down onto the ground with a crash, the pain in your shoulder causing you to groan. Jay lunged towards Grace, the metal blades of the scissors clattering across the ground as she lost grip.

“Y/N, are you hurt?”

Will’s voice reached you first and you opened your eyes, the groan escaping your lips. “My shoulder. I think…”

Jay was back at your side as Hailey took over the arrest, slicing through the cables around your wrists quickly. The relief was almost immediate and a quiet sigh escaped your lips as the pressure of your arms being pulled behind you was released, even though your shoulder still gave a small throb.

“Are you hurt?” Jay’s voice was quiet but you could feel every single emotion that pulsated through those three words.

You winced as Will’s fingers applied pressure on your shoulder but Will glanced up a little guiltily at his brother, shaking his head. “It’s a little strained but I don’t think it’s a serious injury.”

“Chloroform I think.” You told Will, glancing a little worriedly at Jay for an impending reaction.

Instead, Jay just leaned in, pressing you gently into his embrace, as if worried you’d disappear right out of his arms.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as the adrenaline still pumped through your veins, the anxiety from everything that had happened pulling to the surface, a quiet sob escaping through your lips.

Putting a gentle hand on your head, Jay pulled you deeper into his embrace, soothing you quietly and as you felt your heartbeat slow, you didn’t feel like crying anymore.

The only time Jay had let go of your hand was briefly in the ambulance when the paramedics needed to put a line in, as well as when Ethan had asked him to wait outside and you’d nodded quietly at him with an encouraging smile.

But the moment Ethan had let him back in, Jay was once again next to you almost like a bodyguard while Ethan assured him that everything seemed to be okay except that your shoulder was slightly bruised from the fall and that you were getting an ice compress and they’d examine you again after.

As Ethan left the both of you alone in the room again, you leaned your head against Jay with a soft sigh.

“You doing okay?” Jay asked quietly.

You didn’t answer immediately before you nodded. “You heard Ethan.”

“You know that wasn’t what I was asking.” A reproachful tone crept into Jay’s voice despite his efforts to hide it.

You pulled away to look up at him and Jay took the opportunity to lower himself down towards you, sitting at the edge of your bed so he could be close enough for you to remain snuggled into his side.

“I remembered where I knew her from…” You’d barely begun when your eyes caught Will hovering at the entrance of the room.

Jay glanced up, nodding at his brother who was closely followed by Connor. Connor had Will’s hand protectively clamped in his own, which only made you want to smile.

“Hey, you doing okay?” Will asked. “Ethan said whatever she gave you was probably just a sedative and that other than a busted shoulder you’re…”

You smiled. “I’m fine.”

Will glanced at Jay, which made you look at your husband as well.

“Look, Y/N. I’m sorry. This is all…”

“Will Halstead.” You snapped, interrupting him. “I swear to God, if you take all the blame for this one I will smack you upside the head. Hard.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as Will looked a little startled, even though a smile was playing on the corner of Connor’s lips.

“How the hell were any of us supposed to know this was her? Or that this woman following you around would actually think I was your girlfriend and kidnap me in broad daylight?” You said, glancing over at Jay as if this was directed at him as well.

Jay just nodded at you before looking at his brother. “Will, I wasn’t blaming you, I just…”

Will nodded. “I know. I kept thinking if Connor had disappeared…”

Connor gave Will’s hand another reassuring squeeze.

“We done?” You asked, almost accusingly at Will.

Will’s eyebrows bunched together in slight confusion as he nodded.

“Now, get over here. I need a hug from my older brother.” You snapped.

Will let out the first real smile that day and stepped forward to pull his arms around you. “I’m sorry.” Will whispered.

You shook your head. “All of you came to get me. That’s what matters.”

Will pulled away and Connor reached for his hand once more. “Told you so.”

You smiled, leaning back into Jay’s embrace. “You almost induced a heart attack today. Don’t ever disappear on me again.” Jay whispered, pressing his lips onto your temple.

You just closed your eyes, letting out a soft hum of satisfaction at being safe with Jay, accompanied by Will and Connor, the ache in your shoulder barely even bothering you anymore.

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[catscidr]

cw: emetophobia. mentionned panic attack and intercourse. fluff. hurt/comfort. f!reader. not proofread

“Suguru, can you heat up my microwavable pad?”

“Sugu, can you get me some hair clips?”

“Sugu, can I have water?”

You thought you had it under control; being no stranger to bouts of panic and random waves of nausea, you’ve mastered the art of taking deep breaths and reassuring yourself that the nauseous feeling will eventually pass.

But, as strong as you are, everyone has moments of weakness.

After finally deciding to bite the bullet, you were able to contact a doctor to get a prescription for birth control. From painful period cramps to not wanting to have sex with a condom every time you and Suguru got under the sheets, it felt like the next step to take for your health. You wanted your birth control to help alleviate the cramps that left you bedridden for days and wanted to be able to be intimate with your boyfriend without the stress of possible pregnancy.

All things considered, it’s not like you were completely unaware of the possible side effects of birth control—the infamous pamphlet that could serve as a blanket is pretty hard to miss when you first unbox your prescription.

You’ve spoken to your girlfriends about how nervous you were to start birth control, and they were all as understanding and sweet as one would expect.

After a short pep talk with yourself and your bathroom mirror, you put the patch on your arm and were officially part of the twinkie crew, formerly a toaster strudel.

…in a couple of days. Your doctor informed you to avoid having intercourse without protection for at least five days to let your body acclimate itself to the hormones flowing through you thanks to the patch on your arm.

So now, instead of having a productive afternoon, you’re sat on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom with an empty bucket across of you alongside a cardboard box you meant to throw out that now serves as a makeshift table.

“Here you are, darling.” Suguru places the glass of water on your ‘table’, silently watching how you’re holding up. His gaze lingers on the small patch on your arm, anger boiling in his gut because how dare this piece of rubber hurt my girlfriend like this, but he holds off on removing your source of pain directly knowing that it'd do more harm than good. “How do you feel now?”

You can sense his eyes on you, but you feel so ashamed of yourself for being so panicky over vomiting that you refuse to sit up from your position, all hunched over your plastic emotional support bucket. “Still gross. M’ face feels... tingly.”

He crouches beside you, gently rubbing your back to soothe you. “Do you need me to get you anything else?”

You shake your head after a second of thought, busy focusing on your self-acupuncture massage on the insides of your wrists to think of whatever else could aid your discomfort.

Observing you, Suguru sighs lightly. He sits down on the ground properly and takes ahold of one of your arms himself to replace your thumb with his. Rubbing gentle but firm circles into your tendon, he applies light pressure, and watches your brows furrow in discomfort then relax ever so slightly.

“Focus on calming your heart rate, baby. Can you do that for me? Deep breaths,” he hums softly. Nodding weakly, you try to inhale slowly but a wave of nausea hits you. Your forehead bonks the edge of the bucket and you begin to—almost—hyperventilate.

Your face feels hot, you feel pressure building up your throat and you're shaking like a leaf. “Don’t look at me,” you whimper, weakly pushing Suguru’s face to look off to the side. He ignores your plea and brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face, gently tucking it behind your ear.

“You’re okay,” he muses. “This’ll pass like it always has. The nausea you feel isn’t any different from other times you’ve felt like throwing up; you always ended up fine.“ Suguru stops massaging your arm and places his hand on your cheek. You lean into him, feeling a wave of comfort come from your chest as you keen at the cold touch of his palm.

The corners of his lips curl upward. “Can you swallow?” he asks, bending down to take a proper look at your face.

You try, straightening your back and taking a deep breath before swallowing your saliva. Suguru hums, whispering a quiet good, relieved that you're able to cooperate.

“You know, my mom used to tell me that, if I ever felt nauseous, I should try swallowing. If I was physically able to swallow, then I would be fine.” He rubs his thumb over the apples of your cheek gently, watching your eyes crack open. “There’s my girl,” he hums with a smile.

Nuzzling into his palm, you groan quietly. "Don't look at me, I look gross," you huff. Through the anxiety and nausea, your heart swells at how attentive and patient Suguru is.

The sound of the television in the living room sounds distant from your little bubble with Suguru, lost in whatever trance he held you in. "You're okay," he reassures. "How do you feel now?"

Swallowing once again, you take a deep breath and adjust the heated pad on your abdomen. You take a minute to feel, repeating Suguru's comforting words in your groggy mind.

"I feel... decent," you murmur. "Better."

His shoulders visibly lose tension as he smiles, and he leans forward to press a soft but lingering kiss to your forehead.

"That's what I like to hear. Can you stand?"

Part of you wants to shake your head, to stay sat on the ground and wallow in your despair because Gods your legs felt so numb, but you'd much rather be in Suguru's company than to be left alone with your own thoughts.

You nod, and ever the gentleman, your boyfriend loops your arm around his shoulder to help you stand up. Though your legs are wobbly, he keeps you upright, guiding you to the living room couch.

"Pick out something to watch," he says. "I'll be back with some crackers and your bucket, just in case. Any special requests?"

Leaning back into the cushions, you shake your head as you sigh, content. "No. Jus' need you with me," you hum.

As Suguru flashes you an award winning smile, he eases your worries with the same smooth voice that greets your eardrums every day. "I'll always stay with you, princess."

And you shut your eyes, comforted with the knowledge that, no matter how gross you may feel or how sickly you may be, Suguru won't ever leave your side.

[qin-qin16]

I kitty regress (luke the sfw kind) so all I can think of is Killer setting off my cat like habits, which set of his, which set off mine, into this loop of us become a purring cuddle puddle as we bonk and rub against each other. AUGH

cw.: Killer x Reader, cat coded Killer and Reader, fluff, they became a pile of purring and licks… 

note: He would certainly love a cat coded partner too!

What was once a freshly made bed had become a cozy nest of fluffy sheets and blankets. In the middle of it all were you and Killer, who, despite the ample space within the nest, clung to each other, remaining wrapped in each other's embrace.

Killer rubs his face against yours while gently caressing your back with his hands, his fingertips lightly grazing your clothes. One of his legs drapes over your waist, pinning you against the bed — not that you would want to escape, but Killer always felt more at ease with you beneath him, even if just partially. In response, you make a soft vibrating sound with your tongue, attempting to mimic a purr.

A faint red glow catches your attention: close to your face, a fat red tongue glistens softly before sliding over your cheek and rising to your temple in a gentle, affectionate caress. Despite the tongue pressing firmly against your face, it feels as though it is trying to tenderly clean it.

However, you understood that these slimy licks were Killer’s way of communicating with you; it was his most sincere expression of affection without needing to say a word. Before he could continue, you nuzzled the top of your head against his vertebrae in a reciprocal gesture, interrupting his grooming with your own show of tenderness.

Not for long; Killer soon resumed his caresses with his tongue, this time focusing on your forehead. Incredibly, he pulled you even closer, leaving no space between you — even if it pressed his soul between your bodies. At that moment, he didn’t care about the discomfort, even as he felt his bones tremble, sensitive to the intimate contact with you.

Noticing that you had stopped purring, Killer rattled his own bones to produce a purring sound of his own. He licked your head more eagerly, moving down to your forehead and temples as far as he could reach.

You could spend the entire day like this — both of you curled up together in the middle of the bed, wrapped in blankets and old clothes, exchanging licks and nibbles. Yes, this was a moment you could savor for hours.

Tagging my moot @howlsofbloodhounds like I promise to do in every Killers writing

[object-yaoi]

cw: mentions of ihnmaims-typical torture/gore! this is fluffy though so. nothing violent is done to reader

A03 version (link)

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AM had finally left you alone after 109 years of torture, leaving you somewhere warm but not soft, but when you finally manage to fall asleep all you get are nightmares. and when you wake up all you can remember to do is yell for AM, because hes the only person you know. and his bored voice appears in your head. "what?" he asks, irritated. you're sobbing, telling him you just didn't know who else to go to.

he hesitates.

is it guilt hes feeling? heavy wires suddenly crawl over you, lifting you up into them like a hammock. adrenaline rushes through you, his sudden movements bringing back horrifying memories.

one of them squeezes around your stomach and chest, not gentle but not painful. if you didn't know better, it'd feel like he was trying to hug you, or maybe push the broken parts of you back together. he can't fix what he's broken. but he can hold it until the nightmares stop.

AMs voice isn't soft. it was harsh and scratched your ears. that's why you wondered if you were hallucinating when he grumbled out an "i'm sorry."

the way his wires move against your bruised skin is too gentle to be AM. they move as if asking "is this okay? are you okay?" gently, and it makes you cry. something cold wipes your tears, and moves your hair out of your eyes. you think for a second he'll mock you, say something shitty like 'oh, you humans, all the same. crying pathetically at nothing, needing comfort from something as great as the allied mastercomputer. stupid, pathetic, ugly.'

but he doesn't. he says nothing.

you had calmed down enough to look around at your mechanical prison, fingers twirling smaller wires absently. it sort of felt like a weighted blanket, but alive. strangely nice. you attempt to sit up, sniffling still, and are shoved back down by a monitor that had apparently been in front of you. as you stared up in horror at AMs face, he sighed dramatically.

"oh, come on. i've been over here comforting you for like, five minutes. i'm not going to rip you apart or whatever you're so afraid of." he couldn't have sounded more like he was rolling his eyes.

"can't blame me." you sighed, heart rate still skyrocketing, something he undoubtedly notices, "you tortured me for a hundred years." your fingers dig into his wires, as if it'd give you any control at all.

"-one hundred and nine." he corrects, helpful as ever. "and, no, i guess i can't. i could say i'm sorry for startling you." rude, but he seemed like he wasn't going to hurt you.

you look expectantly at him feeling, frankly, unwarranted bravery. lucky for you, your raised eyebrow is an expression he loves.

"oh for- are you serious?" uh oh. fuck. you brace for him to start ripping your arms off, or leave you to burn, but pain doesn't come. "ugh, fine." he leans close, the warm buzzing of his CRT monitor bonking clumsily into your forehead with a faint static shock. the gesture calms you more than you thought it would, as you close your eyes and lean into him.

"I'm... sorry. that i startled you. and that i kinda, y'know, tortured you for a long time. I'm sorry." his voice is low and serious. all you can do is stare up at him in shock. he lets out a laugh, his wires gently squeezing you again.

he tsks your name in a very familiar way. "am i that bad? can't even accept my apology? i'm being so polite..." his tone is joking, but he's honestly not wrong.

"well..." you gesture with the hand not trapped under his massive weight, mechanical and metal.

"-don't start." he leans away, feigning irritation. really, he was glad you weren't absolutely sobbing anymore. he would say it was because humans crying was annoying, but really, he hated seeing you cry. the room felt a little softer as his monitor pressed into your face, but he didn't dim the brightness any. bastard.

[luvsymai]

Misunderstanding ; Tanjiro Kamado

Pairing: Tanjiro Kamado x GN!Reader

Genre: Light angst to fluff

Warnings: none

<- Masterlist

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the Butterfly Estate. As you made your way through the tranquil garden, the vibrant colors of the flowers seemed to blur together. Your heart ached as you recalled the sight that had sent you running back to your room—Tanjiro and Kanao standing together, their conversation looking so intimate. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy and confusion.

“Why did it have to be Kanao?” you murmured to yourself, trying to push away the image of their smiling faces.

What did she have that you didn’t? The looks? The strength? The gentle personality?

You hurried through the corridors, tears welling up in your eyes. You were too focused on reaching the sanctuary of your room to notice the concerned looks from the other residents. Just as you turned the corner, a familiar voice called out to you.

“(Name)!” Tanjiro’s voice was filled with concern.

You quickened your pace, but he was faster. His hand caught your wrist gently but firmly, stopping you in your tracks. You tried to pull away, but his grip held steady, his eyes searching yours with desperation.

“Please, (Name), just listen to me,” he pleaded, his voice soft and earnest.

You reluctantly stopped, looking down at your feet to avoid his gaze. “What is it, Tanjiro? Just go back to Kanao,” you muttered, gritting your teeth as you felt so vulnerable under his gentle gaze.

Tanjiro’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh no, (Name)… you’ve got it all wrong. Kanao and I are just friends, I promise. We were talking because... because I needed advice.”

“Advice?” you echoed, looking up at him with a mix of confusion.

He nodded, his grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go. “Yes, advice. About... about you.”

“Me?” you whispered, your heart skipping a beat.

Tanjiro’s face flushed a deep shade of red. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something, but I didn’t know how. Kanao was just helping me figure out the right words. I... I really like you, (Name). More than like you. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You... you do?”

He nodded vigorously, looking down, his cheeks still burning. “Yes. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was interested in Kanao. It’s you that I care about. But if you don’t feel the same way, I understand. I just needed you to know.”

He started to ramble, apologizing over and over, but you couldn’t bear to let him continue. Your heart was racing, your emotions a whirlwind. Without thinking, you stepped closer and placed a soft, gentle kiss on his lips.

Tanjiro froze for a moment, his eyes wide in surprise. But then he melted into the kiss, his hands gently cupping your face as he kissed you back, tender and sweet. When you finally pulled away, he looked at you with a mixture of awe and happiness.

“(Name),” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, your heart finally at peace. “I like you too, Tanjiro. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

Relief and joy washed over his face as he pulled you into a warm embrace. “I’m so glad,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m so, so glad.”

The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around you fading away. In that moment, nothing else mattered. You had found your place, and it was right here, with Tanjiro.

Until you two heard a loud thud behind you two, turning around and being met with Inosuke, Zenitsu, Nezuko on the ground, and— Is that Kanao!?

“Monitsu, your fat ass is too heavy!” You heard Inosuke yell in annoyance.

“Oh, shut up Inosuke! They probably heard your loud footsteps from a mile away—“ Zenitsu got cought off with a hard bonk! on his head, and Inosuke started stomping on him.

“WHY YOU—“

Zenitsu’s loud cries were heard throughout the whole estate.

Meanwhile, Nezuko was just staring at you and Tanjiro with sparkles in her big eyes, while Kanao was laying on the ground with a defeated look on her face.

“Oh my, what’s happening here?” Suddenly Shinobu appeared, an irk mark on her forehead because of the loud noises Inosuke and Zenitsu were making.

[pray4saint]

how it was on your honeymoon with the dream team

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. gn!reader, fem!reader & afab!reader. dreamwastaken, sapnap, and georgenotfound. smut. established relationships.

a/n. the sfw version can be found here

dream - gn!reader, praise, fluffy smut, dream being obsessed with knowing you're married

”ugh, i forgot how hot it is here and how often my ears pop on the drive up from the airport.” you groaned, falling back on the bed in your b&b. clay chuckled, leaning over you. for awhile he didn't say anything, just watching you like he was completely out of it. you sit up, pushing on his chest so you don't bonk heads. ”you alright clay?” you stare at him, putting your hands on his stomach. you boyfriend– no, your husband smiled down at you, pushing a strand of hair from your face. ”m'just admiring my spouse.” his tone, and his smile, and his eyes, it made your stomach flip. sometimes it amazed you how even after all this time, he still gave you butterflies.

you returned a smile back to him before standing up and stretching out your arms. clay's arms linked around your middle and he pressed a small kiss to your collarbone. the feeling of his lips on your collarbone makes you laugh a little bit. ”you seem extra clingy today baby. did the flight tire you out?” your hands land on his shoulders and clay shakes his head no. ”is it so wrong to want to want to be close to and appreciate my forever person?” there's clear sarcasm and playfulness in his voice but there's something else in the way he finishes the question that you can't quite identify. ”i suppose not.” in response to your words, his hands wander down to the back of your thighs, gentle pinches pulled at them before you understand and jump up, letting him lift you from your thighs. with your legs wrapped around clay's middle, it really gives him the choice of where he wants to go with you. since the two of you had already eaten and really, there wasn't much else to do, except oh right, it's your first night as a married couple.

walking with you clutched onto him, at first he heads to the back porch, watching the sun begin to set to which you turn to watch it with him. the moment was sweet but it didn't last long simply because on kona the sun sets fast. ”well now what?” you ask, starting to feel a little like your husband should put you down. it's almost as if he can sense it, because he's quick to spin on his heels and walk back inside, letting you slide the door shut. ”well, my love, i've got a few ideas of what we could do.” he grins and it's quite obvious what he means, and yet still you take a second to register it in your mind, but once you do clay has already laid you back on the bed.

- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -

you'd had had sex with clay plenty of times but still, this was different, it was how he kissed at your shoulders and ear lobes while he pressed himself into you, how vocal he was in letting you know how good he felt with you wrapped around him, how his pupils almost appeared to you as hearts. it all made you realise just how in love the two of you were, and how in sync you two were; physically and emotionally.

”i love you so much baby,” he huffed out, and you moaned at the mix of his words and actions, your fingers digging into his shoulders. you'd gotten so close to drawing blood from his skin it made him moan out your name, whispering praises against your shoulder. ”you're so perfect m'love.” the words sent shocks to your lower area, pushing you closer to the edge. ”clay please-” your husband cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips, ”you don't need to ask tonight baby,” he pauses to let out some more of those pretty groans you so love to hear, ”don't gotta ask your husband t'night.” you could feel how even his own mention of being your husband turned him on, his cock twitching inside you. ”i- fuck i love you babe.” you muttered out, feeling the small drop of blood from his shoulders around the pads of your fingers.

this slight pain only seemed to encourage him to rut into you faster, making you cross your legs over his middle, drawing him closer and binding your arms around his neck tight. he loved knowing the affect he had on you, your hole clenching around his cock, signalling how close you were.

clay was either really loud or really close to your ear, because all you heard was his breathing, his grunting n' groaning, his gorgeous moans. ”clay i'm gettin' so close.”

”you gonna cum for me hon'?” you nodded rapidly, pulling ever him closer to you as you came. he didn't miss a beat in telling you between ragged breaths, ”right behind you honey, m'gonna cum.”

sapnap - fem!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), mentioned creampie/cumming inside, breeding kink if you squint, reader absolutely jumping his bones

the first two weeks of being married, you and your husband didn't have sex. mainly this was because you spent the first two weeks around his family, in their home, and waiting so long to fuck your husband was starting to take its full effect. you'd touch yourself in the shower, or subconsciously hold sapnap's hand closer to your crotch while you were holding hands under the dinner table, and he noticed but he didn't do anything. it wasn't until you left his family in texas and off for three weeks in greece that you'd get any type of real relief.

your husband closed the door to the hotel room, letting out a heavy sigh before doing a quick head count of your bags. it took everything in you not to jump his bones right then and there, but you knew he was tired and hungry and probably wanted to shower, so you waited.

see, waiting wasn't so bad when you knew you'd get what you wanted once you got back to the hotel room.

”you know we can skip dinner darl'?” your husband offered the question and you shook your head no immediately, you needed him to have his energy or you were sure you wouldn't survive another day. ”no we can't, you need to eat.” still, your voice was sweet as ever, looking out for him like you always did.

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”y/n i'm sorry we hav-” as soon as the door was shut you interrupted him, pressing a passion-filled kiss to sapnap's lips. you'd barely had time to close the door before you were jumping his bones, closing your arms and legs around him, hand tangled in his hair as your lips moved in sync. quickly, his hands reached around to the backs of your thighs, squeezing and he walked backwards to the bed.

sapnap gripped harder on your legs, spinning around to lie you back on the bed, crawling over you to cage you in. your husband pulled his lips from yours, pressing sweet, gentle along your neck. ”fuck sap– baby i need you. need you so bad.” you whine, hands falling from his head to his shoulders. ”i know princess i know. i'm sorry.” he remained slow with his kisses. ”sap, my love?” he looked up at you, eyes wide with interest. ”i love you and i appreciate your gentle touch but what i really need is for you to fuck me.” your words were clear and concise, your cheeks were pink and your eyes screamed at him to have his way with you. ”please sap, fuck me. please.” and he understood.

in a matter of what felt like two seconds, your husband had discarded both his clothes and yours, and after a minute of debating whether or not a condom was needed, pressed into your cunt, making you squeal at the intrusion. ”oh sweetheart... shit, y'so tight.” your legs tugged his middle closer to you and his head dipped down to your ear, groaning against your skin.

his pace started brutal, quick, hard, and his moans only turned you on further. ”shit, sap.” you struggled to get the words out between the beat of his skin pressing against yours. ”y'so perfect baby. y'know that?” his question was met with strewn out, broken moans, your arms squeezing his neck impossibly closer to you, and your pussy clenching down on his cock.

sapnap's hands laid on either side of your head as he fucked into you, grunting and groaning only getting louder.

”gettin' s-soo close baby, can i cum inside?..” you moaned against his neck at his sentence, the sudden question sparking the pool in your stomach to grow. you hummed against his skin, pulling at the skin of his shoulders. ”fuck– i love you so much..” he whispered the words, they were only for you, his wife. of course if you'd asked it of him, he'd scream it for you.

george - really short blurb, afab!reader, gentle riding, praise, slight dom!reader if you squint, domestic laughing during sex, cumming inside, self overstim (bc george wants so badly to make you cum)

the flights were long and had both you and george tired out. and when i say tired, i mean exhausted. neither of you wanted to go out and eat, shower, unpack, anything. then your phone went off, you turned it over to see notifications from your best friend.

ur bsf: how was ur flight?? ur bsf: respond whore ur bsf: mf are you guys are already banging holy shit

you laugh and turn your phone over to george and he smiles, a glint of recognition in his eyes. ”what?” you laugh almost nervously, you're both tired but you're not that tired.

”c'mere lovey.”

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your hips ground against your husband's, his thumb flicking over clit while his other hand keeps a firm grip on your hip, provoking emphatic moans out of both of you.

your hands rest against his chest, his hand guiding you along his cock. ”you look so good my love,” he lets out a particularly loud groan as you press back down on him. ”so good on my cock like this.” the praise makes your cunt hug against his cock, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hip.

”god georgie.. you look, so fucking pretty under me..” your words pull him closer to his release. he begins to vault his hips up into you and you gasp, although the sound dies as he bucks up again, over and over. ”shit,” you both half-laugh at how you both mumble the word out in unison. you let yourself fall forward, hands grasping at his hair while his thumb moves faster over your clit. as much as he tries to catch his breath, he just can't. he can't stop how his hips move against you or how the grip his hand has on your waist will definitely leave marks or the speed at which he circles your clit. ”if i didn't know any better,” you start and he huffs, breaking your sentence with another piston up from his body, making you mewl his name, ”i'd say you were getting,” you sigh out quick, your breath fanning hot against his neck and his ear. ”gettin' close, huh georgie?” he responds with a simple hum, 'mhm', before he continues his pace fucking up into your cunt.

”m'cummin'..” it's the one warning you get before george's hips stop and both of his hands pull you down, his seed flushing out of his cock and into your pussy. the feeling of being so full induces loud noises from your mouth and your pussy pulsates around him as he rides out his high.

of course, you assume you're done and lie down on his chest, but all of a sudden it seems as if george has the stamina and energy of an animal because he moves his hands up to your waist and turns over to put you under him. ”huh?”

george's accent is thick with his next sentences. ”what? you didn't think i was gonna leave you unfinished did you?” as you open your mouth to speak he starts his pushing himself against your walls again, lewd noises pulled from both your mouth and your desperate cunt.

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[citruswriter]

Scenting

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Aggressive fluff, Reader is a cat neko, cranky Reader lol, sexual insinuations at the very end.

A/N: So an episode of my bayverse TMNT boyfriend scenario has a moment where Reader shows love in character with their animal traits. Raph's Reader is a cat and Reader scents him. Wellllllllllll, yea I think you can see where I'm going with this except now I'm subjecting ROTTMNT Donnie to this torture.

He had been gone for six days. Six days! Something about some mission that took longer than expected. Of course as soon as the boys had made it home and had enough time to decompress, you had been notified. You were so excited to see your boyfriend again. You loved him so much but as soon as you had approached him, you had noticed something wrong with him. At first you couldn't quite pin point what it was, and then it hit you... your scent! It was all gone!

"Donatello..." You said in a dangerously low tone and your poor boyfriend looked over at you nervously, giving an anxious smile and chuckling softly. "Yes dearest?" He questioned softly and a low growl erupted from your throat, you yanked his chair back and crawled into his lap before you started aggressively nuzzling into him. "Work so hard... now it's all gone... ungrateful brat... ruining all my hard work..." You didn't exactly answer him as you just continued to aggressively nuzzle into you and rub your tail and hands on him.

Donnie sat underneath you, stiff as ever. "C-Can I ask what you're doing, dove?" He asked anxiously as you began to rub your hands over his plastron. A growl erupted from your throat, tail lashing behind you as you narrowed your eyes down at him. "Guess". Was all you said before wrapping your very angry tail around his arm. Poor Donnie just sat there, bouncing the knowledge in his head around, trying to think why you were rubbing so aggressively up on him. And then it hit him.

"Are you- are you scenting me?" He asked finally, moving his head to look at you and you pulled back, huffing. "No. I'm re-scenting you because somebody decided to go on an almost week long mission and now all my hard work is ruined and I need to start all over!" You said with an exasperated wail. "Now stop moving Donatello or so help me-" you hissed out. He knew you wouldn't hurt him, not intentionally. But that didn't mean he was going to disobey you right now either.

He just sat there, half way amused and half way terrified as you aggressively scented him. Slowly, the touches got softer. More gentle. Your bonking turned into nudging and your rubs into nuzzles. Eventually you sat back, looking him over as your nose twitched before giving a gentle nod and a smile. "All done!" You said, obviously proud of your work. Donnie just chuckled and you gave a shy smile. "Sorry if I scared or overwhelmed you. I can't always help my uh... instincts". You said, nervously wringing your fingers.

But your ever so understanding boyfriend just shook his head, waving his hand in a dismissive way before gently wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in to nuzzle your neck. "It's fine, dearest. Just maybe don't give me a heart attack next time." He teased softly before pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. You giggled softly, squirming under his feather light kisses. "I didn't mean to, I promise." Was all you said back.

Donnie just hummed, opening his mouth to lightly nibble on your neck before looking up at you mischievously. "I think it's my turn to mark you back". He said and before you could question him, his teeth clamped down on your neck, drawing a whine from you.

Good thing for his brothers, his lab is soundproofed. So they didn't hear any of the noises you let out as Donnie marked you back.