#he would be sooo down to help with stress relief like this

[kortac-sweetheart]

thinkin abt: being pinned down under nikto’s weight on the bed and thrashing around for a bit until you get tired

not saying anything except grunting and growling, scratching at his back and kicking the air

“da— that’s it little one, get it all out. tire yourself out.” you can’t see his face but his eyes crinkle in the way they do when he smiles.

“so small, just like a little kitten.. adorable.” on the one hand he knows that right now hearing that would just piss you off (which is what he wants) but on the other hand, he’s just speaking the truth

eventually, after another 20 minutes of struggling and thrashing without nikto even breaking a sweat you just kind of slump, all tuckered out underneath him.

“better now little one?” one of his hands gently run down the side of your face. you don’t have the energy to speak, only to nod slightly before closing your eyes.

“good. we will run a bath and then we can sleep.” he leaves with a light kiss on your forehead, letting you rest easy for a bit.

(it’s like sex but without the sex ♡)

[sluttsumu]

❝ HEADS OR TAILS ? ❞

ೃ࿐ feat. various chars (hq, bllk, bleach, jjk)

in which certain animanga men like to give or receive.

contains: 18+, oral sex (f! + m! receiving and giving), face fucking, face sitting, hair pulling, dacryphillia, degradation.

ೃ࿐ ki’s note: something small to start posting again!

𝜗𝜚 — givers: miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, rin itoshi, ichigo kurosaki, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, are you guys gonna kill me if i say todo

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he loves making a mess out of you when he eats you out. watching you squirm while he pulls you onto his face is his favourite past time.

he likes to keep it casual, like it’s nothing — meanwhile he knows how flustered it’s gets you watching him devour in between your legs while you tell him about your day at work.

“it’s so aggravating!” you whine grabbing hold of the headboard to steady yourself.

though it sounds like you’re talking to yourself, you’re really talking to the man whose face you’re currently sitting on.

“like seriously, fuck— why do i have to pick up h-his paperwork because he doesn’t want to do it!”

this was hard, like really hard — almost like his dick in his boxers hard. focusing on explaining while focusing on how good he’s making you feel, your head is getting even more fuzzy just thinking about it.

“—baby” you let out an airy laugh, “ ‘m gonna cum, can’t do this”

you can’t even register how fucking pretty you sound telling him this little story of yours. you were genuinely trying to get your point across but this little whining spree was just turning him on.

“mmm,” his lips vibrate against you. “maybe he likes you…” even through his mumbling you could hear him, he smirks - tracing circles using the tip of his tongue on your clit.

“b-babe! why would you even say that!” he replaced his tongue for his thumb, repeatedly rubbing your clit back and forth. he could see it, you’re so fucking close, the tears in your eyes meanwhile he’s playing with your pussy on his chest gave you away.

“because it’s hot princess, and you look so hot about to cum on my face.”

𝜗𝜚 — receivers: sae itoshi is obviously here, geto suguru, suna rintarō, shidou ryusei (duh), abarai renji (DUH), and hot take: nanami kento.

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he’s is rough face fucker, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. he doesn’t mean to be so rough all the time but he’s needy, and sooo desperate to cum down your throat.

he finds himself questioning himself when he dwells on the sight of you that he loves — which is you absolutely ruined. hair messy, tears streaming, mascara running, spit everywhere, with you, mouth wide slobbering on his cock. it’s quite kinky he finds, but he likes what he likes.

“naughty girl,” his voice shy above a whisper while he tugs at your hair. “you love this *huff* don’t you?”

you respond with something resembling a cry while his tip prods at your uvula.

it’s so lewd, the way your spit begins to pool at your knees while he grabs two fistfuls of that pretty hair of yours. he can’t help it, you feel too good, and as of lately you’ve had quite the mouth on you.

he finds it’s time to punish you for that.

his hips don’t falter, watching tears prod at your lash line — it only encourages him to keep going, given that he’s gonna cum at any minute.

“i know this is what you wanted—” he sighs, rearranging his grip.

he takes that meek muffle you emit around his girth as an answer, one he did not ask for.

“all that fucking mouth on you, think we’ve found a better use,” he chuckles, looking down on you as his hand facets itself to the back of your head, holding every inch of him down your throat. “dont’cha think?”

this will always be the ultimate stress relief for him and he wouldn’t have it any other way than releasing thick white ropes in your mouth at the end of a long day, week, or even month.

© SLUTTSUMU 2024

[josiebobozie]

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 - could i request a scenario with reader helping nanami relax after a hard day of work? massage, bath, cuddle however you envision it :) looking forward to seeing your work!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- f!reader, established relationship, husband nanami, oral (male receiving), male whimpering

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞- ahhh!! my first fic on here <3 i am so so excited to share it with all of you. i tried my best to stick to the request, but i did get a little carried away haha i apologize for this being smut. i can’t wait to see what the future holds! alsooo i apologize that there is no word count. i wrote this in the tumblr app. I promise future fics will have a word count.

Kento Nanami was nothing if he was not a hard working, honest man. He had always poured his heart and soul into his work, even if it wore him out. He had you, his beloved wife, to work so hard for—to provide for.

When he married you, he had promised you that you would never have to work another day in your life. He was a man of his word, and kept his promise. Even if that meant putting in long hours behind a computer or fighting curses. He would do anything if that meant he could provide you with a good life.

Nanami was sitting at his desk in the office of the apartment the two of you share. The clock that hung on the wall above him read 6:04PM. He sighed as he rubbed his forehead. He was supposed to be off over an hour ago… yet here he was, still trying to finish a document that was supposed to be turned in by the end of the day.

In his frustration, he almost didn’t notice as the door creaked open as you quietly stepped in. You were greeted by the sight of your dutiful husband nearly hunched over his computer. A frown formed on your lips—you could tell he was stressed.

“Ken?” you called, your tone warm as you approached him from behind.

“Yes, my love?” Nanami replied, not turning his head to look at you. His tired eyes focused on the screen in front of him and fingers working diligently on his keyboard.

“It’s getting late, you know. Why don’t you close the computer and come join me for dinner?” you offered, as you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Can’t you finish that tomorrow?”

“No, I can’t, y/n… it was due an hour ago,” he huffed as his long fingers worked away at his keyboard. He didn’t mean to come off so rude, his voice was tinged with the exhaustion he was feeling.

You frowned, standing there for a moment in the silence. It was rare he called you by your name, and it took you off guard a little bit. This was a dire situation that needed to be remedied.

Your other hand moved to lay on his other shoulder, feeling his muscles beneath the fabric. “Baby, I can tell you are so stressed. I’m sure you can finish this tomorrow,” you cooed into his ear as you leaned down. Your fingers started working in firm, circular motions as you began massaging him through his shirt. “You are sooo tense…”

You could hear a low groan of relief slip from Nanami’s lips as he leaned back into your touch. He loved you so much, it probably wouldn’t take much convincing to get him to close his computer.

“I’m sorry for being so rude, my love,” he said, his voice filled with regret as he recalled how he spoke to you earlier. His focus was on your hands effortlessly working his shoulder. The tension built up in them starting to melt away.

“Don’t need to be sorry,” you promised him. “Close your computer and let me make it all better?”

Nanami turned his head to look up at you. Every time was just like the first time. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes. “Please…” he sighed, almost pleading with you.

He quickly saved the document he was working on. If anyone wanted to complain, he would deal with that tomorrow. For now, he wanted to be in the moment with you. With his wife.

Your hands moved off his shoulders to snake around him. Your fingers quickly popping the first few buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest. You moved the fabric off his shoulders for better access.

Low sighs left Nanami’s lips as he tipped his head back. If this wasn’t heaven, he didn’t know what was. Your fingers kneading his bare flesh was quickly washing away the stress of his day. “My love, that feels amazing…”

You hummed, pleased with the job you were doing. Watching your tensed up husband unravel right in front of you was enough to peak your arousal. Leaning in, you planted chaste kisses on the side of his neck and moving up to his ear. You nipped playfully on his earlobe, earning a growl from his lips.

“Was this your plan all along?” Nanami jested, though he had no intentions of stopping you. His trousers were beginning to grow…uncomfortably tight.

“No,” you said, a devilish smirk crossing your lips. “But I can tell my baby needs to let off some steam.”

Your hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his chair as you turned him around. And what a sight you were greeted with. Your husband splayed out in his work chair right in front of you, shirt undone and noticeable erection poking through his tan pants.

Falling to your knees in front of him, your hands found purchase on his strong thighs. The material of his pants accentuated the curves of his muscles. You took your time feeling up his thighs as your hands worked their way up to just below his crotch.

Nanami watched you from above in awe. To him you were perfect. Could do no wrong. He needed you—it was primal. “Don’t tease now…” he nearly pleaded with you as he shifted in his chair, trying to relieve some of the pressure cause by the constriction of his pants.

“Tease? I’m not teasin’ you, Ken,” you cooed as you batted your eyes up at him. You were taking your time to appreciate him, but you could tell his patience was running thin.

Your fingers worked to undo his belt before moving on to the button of his pants. You had done this more times than you could count, so it was a matter of seconds before his pants were undone and his boxers were exposed. There was not much to leave to the imagination as you marveled at the imprint of his cock.

As you freed him from the constraints of his briefs, Nanami let out a long sigh. The cool air hitting his hot, sensitive skin sent shivers up his spine. Your mouth watered as your eyes took in every inch. It had never been any surprise to you that Nanami was hung. But every time you saw him exposed like this had left you in complete and utter awe.

You reached up, tongue sticking out to draw a long wet stripe up his shaft, savoring the slightly salty flavor of his skin. Your husband watching from above, mouth hanged wide open as he ogled you. His eyes begging for more.

As you reached the top of his cock, you took the head into your mouth, feeling a bead of his precum coating your tongue. You hummed around his swollen flesh as your head pushed down further, slowly taking him into your mouth inch by inch.

“O-oh…” Nanami sighed as he felt you envelope his length in your mouth. His thighs tensed as he felt your cheeks hallow and your mouth become like a vacuum around him. He rested a hand on your head, gently guiding you down further.

You mumbled something that sounded like, “Love you.” Soon feeling the head of your husband’s cock brushed up against the back of your throat. Years of practice and training your gag reflex to take his cock were really coming in handy.

“Y/N… I love you, too,�� he said, his voice low and saturated with lust. As much as he wanted to watch, your mouth effortlessly working his cock made him lull his head back. He let out a whimper as he felt himself bottom out in your throat. You wanted to giggle at the sound, loving the effect that you had on him.

You lifted your head, tongue massaging a thick vein that ran up the underside of his cock, before delving back in. You repeated this over and over again, making your husband nearly squirm in his office chair. If your mouth would have been free, your lips would have been curled into a smirk.

“So… fuck… so good for me,” Nanami moaned loudly, his eyes now back on you. His fingers stroking your soft hair.

He could have sworn that he was about to die of a heart attack when your eyes looked up to meet his. He worshiped you and your beauty and to see you taking care of him like this… he could only hope to repay the favor. “Beautiful…” he cooed breathlessly as his fingers traced along your extended jaw that had been covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum.

Pop!

Was the sound your mouth made when you slipped Nanami’s cock out of your mouth which was quickly replaced by your hand. Your fingers wrapped tightly and firmly around his girth as you stroked him.

“Feeling better, Ken?” you purred as you rest your head on one of his thighs, watching as your hand diligently worked his cock. The saliva from your mouth acting as lube as your digits glided up and down.

“Yes…” Nanami huffed. Your hand was working miracles on his cock, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss your warm mouth. A groan slipped from his mouth as his hips bucked into your hands. He could feel his orgasm on the horizon.

You watched as his hips thrust against your hand. He was close and you could tell. Maybe it was the way his chest was heavy with each breath, or maybe it was the sweat that collected on his brow. Or maybe the way he was pumping his cock into your hand in attempt to reach his high.

“Can I… can I cum in your mouth?” he asked politely despite his heavy breathing and moaning. You giggled at the request, loving how he was always a gentleman to you even when you were doing dirty things to him.

You didn’t respond. You left a chaste kiss on his tight balls before returning your mouth to take in the red, pulsing head of his cock. You took no time to bob your head up and down, quickly pumping your mouth full of his cock. You took so much pride in taking care of him like this. To be the only one to see him like this.

Nanami was a mess. His parted lips letting out a chain of moans and utterances of your names. His toes curled inwards as he felt something rising to the surface.

Crying out your name, Nanami shot thick, syrupy ropes of cum into your willing mouth. His hips bucked slightly as his seed spilled into your throat before going limp in his office chair.

You pulled back, swallowing his cum before wiping off your mouth with the back of your hand. Your husbands hand trapped your chin, tilting your head up to face him.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, finally catching his breath. He did not know how he would get through these long days without you, his wife, by his side.

Your lips curled into the sweetest smile as you beamed at him. “Don’t need to thank me, Ken,” you promised him as you stood up, feeling the soreness in your knees from being planted on the floor. “Let me run you a bath and then we can have dinner?” you offered as you reached a hand out to him.

Nanami felt content in his soul as he took your hand in his as he hoisted himself out of his chair with wobbly legs from the aftermath of his orgasm. His eyes catching the sparkle of your wedding band. He was wondering to himself how he had gotten so lucky. He dutifully followed you to your shared bathroom, anticipating a warm bath for his tired muscles.

“Darling, you are just too sweet for me.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @decodenn @matt-rym @bakugou-jpg

𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙢. 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢.

[rafescherie]

rafe cameron getting himself off …

warningsᝰ.ᐟ MDNI 18+. male masturbation, mentions of drug-use, & mentions of sexual desires with unspecified relationships

cherie’s note — this was written with season one rafe in mind because i would absolutely gobble him down if i could (i’m lowkey a pervert)

he gets turned on so easily — this boy gets absolutely no play, no attention from women & is lowk a porn freak. wearing a low cut shirt around him? boner. in a bathing suit? boner. touchy with him? boner. talk to him in the softest most innocent voice you can and he’s gonna cum in his shorts on the fucking spot, like i don’t know what to tell you.

i think he lowk be jorking it more than a few times a week — his favourite thing to do after a stress filled day is angrily fist his slick cock within his warm palm, works wonders to get the edge off for him, especially after dealing with the stress of his father. can we take a moment to imagine just how much he’s panting afterwards? like omg… poor boy can’t even catch his own breath, greasy bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead while his thick cock continued to twitch in his palm.

i feel like he’s lowkey a whimperer? like obviously because everyone else still lives in the house at this time, but imagining the little whimpers and grunts that fall from his lips every time he’s touching himself oh my god.

help this is so raunchy but i can imagine him with his polo shirt caught between his teeth as he stares at himself in the mirror, the way he’s so damn focused on getting himself off only further helping to reach him to his climax. it’s kind of egotistical but i can just feel it that he gets off watching himself stroke his shit in the mirror wow.(me next)

absolutely will be jerking off to your pictures. no doubt about it, every picture of you in a bikini, or tight forming shirt, posted on your instagram will have him screenshotting and putting it in his ‘hidden’ folder in case you go through his phone one day. finds he can make himself cum so much faster while looking at you, at the same time imagining it was your tits he was spurting on.

i can sooo see topper buying rafe a pocket pussy as a joke for their secret santa gifts or some stupid shit. rafe obviously finds it funny but won’t fucking use it, it was a gag joke and just boys being boys. until he does use it, slicking his cock with his own spit and fucking himself into the toy over and over again, totally imagining it was sweet little pogue/kook he had a thing for, wishing it was your tight warm cunt he could just fill with his sperm instead of that stupid silicone pussy.

also, first thing he’s doing after sniffing a line is pumping his cock between his palms, cocaine gets you so stupidly horny that he can’t contain himself when he’s all alone.

so manipulatable !!!!!! so fucking brain dead when he’s horny, like his pretty head has just turned to complete mush while he desperately pumps his cock for some sort of relief from the tension.

last one i swear. i can totally see him grunting and whimpering, and talking to himself while he does it. dirty talking with half open heavy lidded eyes, hand working against himself while he’s mutter shit like, ‘just like that’ and ‘feels so fuckin good’ and he’s whiningggg. HELLO?? he’s so obviously thinking about you too, letting your pretty name slip past his lips, praising how good of a job you’re doing even though you aren’t there, like this guy is sooo fucking pussy whipped for you and you haven’t even let him hit. he’s so obsessed.

[str4ngr]

stress relief. | [nanami kento]

𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏 [ 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟓 - 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ]

cw: suggestive, vulgar writing, deep throat, throat training, angry/mean! [not really, more like stressed] nanami, established relationship, fem! reader notes: i need this man so bad its actually kinda out of hand. this kinda sucks but i sooo wanna write a full smut on this man. wc: 427.

it wasn't usually this quiet in your home.

sure, nanami isn't loud and proud or anything, but there were usually some words shared between you two as he entered your shared apartment after work. all you heard was the soft sound of his dress shoes sliding off his feet and being placed on the shoe rack. his clothes rustling as his jacket slowly came off. his keys jingling as he hung them by the door. his gruff voice interrupting your train of thoughts as large, hot hands run up your sides from behind you.

"honey,"

you sighed at nanami's silky voice, letting his lazy lips drag kisses across the side of your neck to your shoulders.

"baby,"

you whispered back, turning your head to the side slightly, kissing his hair. your husband pressed a smile to the edge of your shoulder, sliing his hands up and down your figure. his large hands squeeze and kneed the flesh of your hips before continuing,

"work was a bit stressful today,"

he offers, like a hint. your lips twitched into a smile as his sweet, gentle lips pulled back to allow his teeth to slowly scrape up your neck. a shiver runs up your spine, his teeth clinging to the shell of your ear as he groans, grinding into you,

"you'll help me unwind, won't you?"

nanamis hand wrapped around your throat, his fingers gently squeezing your pulse point like a warning. dont say the wrong answer. your breath hitched, his other hand curling around the curve of your hips.

nanami loved bad days. loved when you let him toy and use you as he deep voice rings out through the bedroom, your own gargles muffled by him. in another way. nanami loved how just his suggestion, without even specifying, made your thighs rub together and your hips jut back against his. nanami loved his wife, and her throat.

nodding quietly, your hand reached back to touch him, earning a sultry groan from your husband's lips,

"honey," he warns, "watch yourself. and use your words."

"i... i'll help you unwind, kento."

you breathed, feeling the satisfied smile of his lips press into your vulnerable nape. his hand left your waist, putting your hand back into place, before returning to your waist. his hand trailed up your side, savoring the way your skin rose in goosebumps. his hands

"good girl. let's see how much that training has paid off, hm?"

pay off it did, he would find, when he saw your head hanging off the edge of the bed. just like he taught you.

notes: sucks [literally] but maybe ill write a full ting on this bc he defo would be into oral

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 | [ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ]

[sethsclearwater]

omg ok hear me out poly relationship (with any two boys idm!) where reader spends DAYS completing one of those like 1000 piece puzzles like reader is going through it trying to finish it & she finally does and is ready to glue it down/frame it or whatever. but, one of the guys accidentally knocks it off and it just completely breaks and reader is just sooo pissed off and not talking to them and goes off to clear her head. when she comes back she sees her two guys sitting around the table eyes squinting at the pieces as they argue with each other about where each piece goes because they want to remake it for her !! (“:

this is so poly!paulxreaderxjared core😭😭

...

it wasn't unusual to find paul and jared rough housing with each other, and usually, they were pretty careful about keeping you out of it though your furniture getting involved was a whole other story.

after a long 3 day weekend of working on a new 1000 piece puzzle emily had gifted you for your birthday, you had finally finished the puzzle. neither paul nor jared seemed too interested in helping you out with it, both claiming they would mess it up if they got their hands on it.

the two boys were across the kitchen messing with each other, throwing a slew of random objects at each other as they bickered over something you were most definitely sure was dumb. you ignored their arguing, stepping behind jared to grab a cup to get some water from the fridge and both jared and paul moved to the other side of the kitchen to keep you out of their line of fire as they continued their little fight.

as you finished filling up your cup with water, you looked over your shoulder only to see both boys dangerously close to the kitchen table that currently housed your little masterpiece, "be careful over-" you had barely started before both boys were tripping over each other and falling on top of the kitchen table, taking over half of your puzzle down with them.

you slapped your hand over your mouth as you gasped, beyond stunned that two supernatural werewolves managed to be clumsy enough to fuck up that bad.

"oh fuck-" jared mumbled as he sat up, the poor little puzzle pieces crunching under all the movement and weight from both boys, "babe," he started, looking over to you with pleading eyes, already knowing both him and paul were definitely done for.

"princess," paul mirrored his counterpart, both boys' gazes softening as they watched your expression go from shocked to frustration as your eyes started welling with tears.

before you went off on either boy, you were spinning around and leaving the room so you could go out on the balcony and get some air so you didn't accidentally say something you didn't mean to either boy.

luckily, both boys knew not to fuck with you when you were mad (especially when they were the reason you were in a mood in the first place) so they gave you your space while you fumed on the balcony for a bit.

by the time you had calmed down and reminded yourself it's just a puzzle (thankfully not some family heirloom or something rare like that), you decided to come back into the kitchen to talk with the boys.

before you had fully stepped into the kitchen, you could hear the two of them bickering yet again and almost turned back around but caught the end of paul's sentence, "-not where it's supposed to go you idiot. it's blue over here," he was clearly trying to piece the puzzle back together with your other imprinter.

your lips were curling into a smile before you even knew it and, within a moment, you were stepping into the kitchen only to see both boys looking rather stressed at the kitchen table as they sat with the remnants of your puzzle.

"princess," paul let out a heavy sigh of relief when he heard you enter the room, looking over his shoulder to give you a soft smile that you returned, "we're sorry," he mumbled as you stepped over to him so you could slide your hands over his broad shoulders and gently squeeze them.

"sorry babe," jared said, his brown eyes softening as he looked over to you, him and paul clearly more apologetic about the whole ordeal than you'd originally thought they would be, "we're tryna fix it," he added, smiling a bit when you giggled and rolled your eyes, coming to sit down at the chair in between the two boys.

"did you start on the edges?" you asked, sliding your hand over paul's so you could gently take the piece from him and get a better look at it. both boys shook their heads, clearly clueless when it came to puzzles, "that's where you gotta start or else it's gonna take forever," you laughed softly, "can you start looking for pieces with the flat edges like this one?" you asked as you grabbed a sample piece for the two boys to get a better look at.

both paul and jared nodded, their clumsy hands working through their respective piles so they could hand you the edges and work at rebuilding your puzzle.

[skele-bunny]

Thinking About Polyghouls Basic Dynamics...

(and some)

There's a bit of a hierarchy as there is with any packs wether topside or pit! There's the pack leader, then second and third command. That would be Dewdrop, than Aether, and then Mountain. They're looked at the most for guidance, like learning the human tongue, what to do, or even sexual/romantic guidance.

Most packs will become poly and this one wasn't spared :3 Dew, Aeth, and Mount already had an ongoing relationship. First one to join that was Rain, then Swiss, then the girls, and then Copia! Sunny, Rory, and Phantom then followed.

OHHHHHH my god they're all so stupid over each other tho. There's affection almost every minute, nicknames or pet names left and right. The pack hierarchy doesn't play into the relationship at all, but it is a bit obvious that Dew plays into it a bit more. He's more likely to initiate affection than vice versa. Just leaning over the couch to kiss Sunny's cheek or butt his horns against Cumulus', pulling Swiss down next to him on the couch for cuddles.

There's very casual and comfortable nudity in the den, plus it's just more in their nature to be bare than wear clothes. Does lead to some fawning and touches, plus exhibition and voyeurism.

Date!!! Nights!!!!!!

Can be movies, to activities like arts n crafts or cooking, or just simple days out. Usually always ends with a ghoul pile and a lot more affection. Sometimes there's more specific dates within the pack but their all inclusive date tends to cater to everyone.

When Copia comes over, they'll usually peer pressure (jokingly) him into joining their casual nudity and date night. He's sooo stressed all the time! He needs to relax! A lot of attention is on him, and is put in the middle of ghoul piles. He really does love his ghouls and does his best to learn their separate cultures and give them gifts in relation to it; otherwise just from his silly old man heart.

Now, there's also some agreements among the pack for comfort as well :3

CW - Nursing/Lactation, Breeding Mention, Egg/Oviposition

Rain and Dew both need assistance with their milk and egg laying. It honestly surprised Dew that he still had some of his water features but hey! The body is a surprising thing. Rain needs it a lot more as Dew is (literally) dried out and a lot more rare. Water ghouls constantly produce milk even outside of a heat, so they need relief and there's a LOT of willing volunteers in the pack to latch on to them.

Rain can produce his own eggs and also lay eggs with his tentacle. If he's laying, he'll need a partner to lay them inside, and feels soo much better after. If he's expelling, just needs someone to hold his hand and monitor him while he's snuggled in his bathtub. Not uncommon to see one of the ghouls with some egg bumps near Rain's cycle time

Dew produces his own, and he used to have a very high clutch count, but now it's heavily decreased. It's the same as Rain, but he does experience some pain with expelling so that's why Aether is usually the one to assist him.

Speaking of Aether! Breeding bull Aether my beloved. Very high sex drive, and he's either jerking himself off or buried deep in one of his mates. When he and Sunny retired, poor girl was his walking fleshlight bc everyone else was gone LMAO. He has a very heavy knot, and is locked to his partner for a good bit. Caused a few pregnancy scares before, but he just breeds sooo deeply. It's very uncomfortable for him to go a long time without it, so someone usually volunteers. (Cough cough dewphantomrory cough cough)

Cumulus needs accommodations for intercourse as she has bad knees and asthma. Can involve a sex swing, stool, or sometimes she needs water to be more comfortable. There's always an inhaler nearby, too! So if Cumulus ever needs something specific, everyone's more than happy to do whatever it is or get something to help.

Copia is a minute man. That man can only cum three times and he's done for. That leads to him being a VERY big vouyer watching the ghouls go at each other. At first it startled him from how rough it could be and sometimes bloody, but learned it's just their normalcy. They're all very gentle with him, taking time to prep, make sure he's satisfied, and comfortable. He gets a lotta aftercare too they love him sm :3

[mistywaves98]

Omg double request???????? slay??????? Whatabout,,,,,, yan albedo,, kidnapping reader n keeping her in a cage for stress relief,, like he'll occasionally feed her and give her water ofc, but a lot of the time he'll lace it with aphrodesiacs and let her suffer in the cage until she's begging to be fucked- boy makes absolutely sure she humiliates herself- like girl's fighting for her freedom? He'll just make her so desperate she has nowhere to turn to but to him.

-the amazing super awesome best anon ever/jjj

Sorry for taking sooo long with this, I lost motivation and when I got it back I decided to rewrite the whole thing 💀 and I'm finally back from the dead!

✧･ﾟ:* Yandere! Albedo x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ¡Warnings!: NSFW, Yandere/Darker Themes, Kidnapping, Fingering, Making out, Aphrodisiacs, Teasing, slight sadist! Albedo, that's all I think!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You hadn't even known him for that long or that closely, yet he felt a constant yearning whenever you weren't around. You were just another adventurer that completed commissions for the guild, so why did he like you so much? This want for you was hindering his research since he couldn't focus when you were on his mind 24/7. Weighing his options he figured it would be pointless trying to persuade you to stay with him forever since you enjoyed your freedom, it was really obvious. So what was plan B?

Why to keep you with him by force of course.

As adventurous as you were, you could also be a little to trusting and oblivious at times. Everything was calculated down to the smallest detail. Eventually he had formulated the perfect plan to make sure you were his. Due to Albedo's precision, it wasn't long before you were in his lab, unconscious.

Upon stripping you of your weapon and vision, Albedo realized that he missed one crucial thing. He didn't plan on what to do with you after kidnapping you. It's not like you were there for any reason other than to satisfy his desire for your company.

Eventually he settled on a cage he happened to have when he wanted to observe live monsters he captured for research. He cleaned and even cushioned it a bit before placing your limp body inside. Once he locked the gate he decided that all was good and he could focus again now that you were under his surveillance 24/7.

It had been months, maybe even years and although the likely answer to how much time had passed was the former, the latter was definitely what it felt like. Although it was unlikely you could have escaped, Albedo decided to cuff your arm to the bars just in case. The bindings were tight and made your wrists sore but there was nothing you could do about it.

It made you furious that all you could do was sit there like a doll on display, only taken out to be tampered with from time to time. But again, you were helpless.

You were snapped out of your sulking as the hinges of your cage creaked open and a plate of steaming food was placed into it. As quickly as it was unlocked, it was shut once more. You stared at the meal with a sour look, as good of a cook he was you didn't trust his food because of numerous.... occasions.

But you were so hungry and you could feel your mouth watering at the smell. So as always, you reluctantly gave into your needs.

Why did it end up like this? You already knew the answer. Aphrodisiacs. In your food. That's what lead you here, completely naked on his lap with your back against his chest, two fingers shoved in your mouth while three more are shoved up your pussy not moving an inch. You desperately try to grind your hips onto them for any sort of friction to help you reach your high but you just can't. You can't even begin when the pads of his gloved hand flatten your tongue against the bottom of your mouth. The most you can do is pathetically whimper in hopes he'll get the hint and he does but would rather see you suffer so you just have to sit there, waiting until he decides what to do to you.

"I assume you want me to move my fingers,hm?" A sharp thrust makes you gasp. "C'mon, tell me darling, what do you want from me." He chuckles cruelly when all that escapes you mouth is muffled whines and incoherent noises. "Ok ok, I'll let you talk." As soon as the fingers leave your mouth you speak,"Please, please let me cum! I-I'll be good, just—" You're cut off by another thrust of his fingers into your tight cunt but this time they continue plunging in and out making you moan in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm building up.

Albedo's free hand traveled down your neck and began fondling your exposed breasts making you arch your back at the added stimulation. In doing so you slightly shifted your positions and you couldn't help but cry out as you felt him hit that sweet spot inside of you. "N-ngh f-feels soooo good 'bedo! Please don't s-stop!" Hearing you say his name always made something stir inside of him, something that told him to go harder. "C-cumming!" With that you gushed all over his fingers, coating them with cum that dripped onto his lap, soaking his clothes but that was the least of his worries. You couldn't see the ways his eyes darkened form the position you were in but when he moved a hand to tilt your chin to face him you were met with that scary smirk that, even through your dazed state, had learned to fear because it always meant nothing good.

"Who gave gave you permission to cum? I don't recall saying you could orgasm, now look at the mess you've made." As if there wasn't already a mess," 'm sorry...I—" you were cut off as his lips met yours. His hand shifted form your chin to hold your face in a way that give him firmer grip. Drool ran down your chin as his tongue entered your mouth, licking everywhere it could reach.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were panting heavily. Albedo observed your face as you gazed at him through half lidded eyes. Dried tears stained your face as a bright red blush covered it, beads of sweat ran down your face and your eyes we're puffy and swollen. You were certainly a sight for sore eyes, Albedo made sure to make a mental image of it to paint later.

Lifting you up into the desk, be shoved everything on it aside as he laid you on your stomach. Now your lower half was hanging over the edge and you tensed as the cold surface met your hot skin. You gasped as something big and hard pressed up against your pussy's entrance. "You wanted to cum so bad so you did so without my approval, how disobedient of you... but don't worry, now I'll give you all the orgasms you want."

[baby-tini]

Hii can you write headcanons for all the Mikey’s on a reader who has a lot of energy and who’s really a goofball like she jokes around all the time she also bounces off the damn walls😭 can you also throw some nsfw in there if you can can can u also include what are the punishments for her when she gets to out of control

tysmmm if you can’t it’s fine but I love your work sooo much keep up the good work I love you and happy birthday I hope I’m not too late🥰🥰🥰🥰

Thank you sm baby, I really appreciate it!!!

TW- Drugging in Kanto!Mikeys

Toman\OG timeline- This version of Mikey would quite like your personality, quite a bit actually. He thinks that you constantly joking around brings a nice change to his constant gorey environment, so it's a nice changes of pace for him. Although he does expect you too be serious sometimes and when you're constantly bouncing around will lead to punishments, because of you obviously not listening to him. He's not too harsh in these punishments simply because he thinks it's cute when you're all excited and having fun being hyper. But when he does punish you, they're more... playful? He'll just keep you in his learn, make you cock-warm him occasionally. Letting you know that if you move, you won't get too cum at that night, so just sit here and relax as he takes care of paperwork.

Manila- He finds you quite the amusement. He'll even play along with you, but you can be quite over-whelming sometimes and more often then not, he'd like too just relax with you and he can't do that when you're constantly all over the place, jumping around and spewing non-sense. If the high-energy is from you being constantly couped up in the house because he doesn't let you leave, he'll take you out, but only for a little bit and either when it's really dark out or it's very early in the morning and he'll let you run around and do whatever it is that you need too do in order too calm down and not be so hyper-active. If taking you out isn't enough, he'll exhaust you with sex, he won't really punish you because he finds your sporadic behavior pretty cute and albeit a bit of stress relief, but if he needs too lay you over his lap, he will.

Kanto- The worst when it comes too having a partner like this, Kanto!Mikey is the most likely too dish-out punishments simply because his patience is near non-existent at this point. He lacks the patience and his dark impulses are running rampant at this point and he sees your obnoxious behavior as an inconvenience of sorts and he especially won't be too happy when he tells you too settle down only for you too be all over the place minutes later. He doesn't care for exhausting you through sex, no, at this point, his punishments will be more focused on the physical aspect because of your personality. He'd be very much into physically exhausting you play-fighting of sorts, more like holding you down and making you tire yourself out and if that doesn't work, he has other methods, such as drugging you a bit, nothing too serious, just some sleeping pills

Bonten-He gets pretty annoyed with your constant high energy, it's pretty exhausting for him, especially when he just wants too lay down and relax with you. This is another version of Mikey that takes your constant bouncing off the walls when he tells you too calm down, as disobedience. You're someone that he finds pretty mentally and physically exhausting. So, he does what he needs too, he'll let you run wild for a bit, but when he's tired, he's done. So, that means a punishment and he's not ever nice when he delivers punishments. If he doesn't have the energy too exhaust you himself, he'll bring in quite a bit of help and by help, he means toys. He'll lay you out on the bed and find the most long-lasting vibrators that he can buy, he'll just sit there and watch you and when you are finally exhausted and you're relaxed, he'll let you up and let you calm down, give you a nice bath if he's feeling up to it.

Street Racer- He'd love you like this, he has pretty high energy himself so he finds it too be quite fun, too be around you. He appreciates how spontaneous you can be. You guys are both impulsive so it always leads to you doing something fun together. He's always up for the constant wild and spontaneous ideas that you, Mikey even encourages you and you impulsivity. But, he does understand that sometimes you're too crazy.. and it's his job too calm you down. While this version of Mikey doesn't punish you, because he really doesn't see a reason on why he should, his method of damage control is just fucking you too sleep. You have so much energy, and he has better things you can do with your hyper-activity, and that's letting him overstimulate you to exhaustion. You won't be hyper when you can barley walk, now will you?

[stargirlfics]

sneak peek!

The Gentleman Chapter 7: This Heart of Mine

Hey lovely people! I am still working on a big chunk of this chapter but wanted to give y’all a little peek at some of it because why not and I have sooo missed writing for this series so it’s been neat to dive back into it 🫶🏾 hope you’ll enjoy this next one, it’s one of my favorite chapters so far!

Alfred lay awake, a soft but worried concentration set on his face as he watched you sleep curled next to him in the haven of your bed.

Flashes of Scarecrow cross his mind, then of losing you in the street and having to leave you alone at The Tower, the anxiety as he searched for Bruce, it all crept in with the quiet of night.

You looked like an angel wrapped in his sweater so he focused on how glad he was you were finally asleep, the exhaustion of the day’s events had caught up now and he only hoped the release he’d given you tonight helped ease the sting of danger and chaos that occurred not even twelve hours ago. 

He knew it was wishful thinking, barely able to sleep himself, heart wrenched when he dozed off some time later and startled awake to find you out of bed, only guided by the soft glow of your bathroom lights that illuminated where you sat crying and curled in on yourself at the edge of the tub. 

Immediately he was at your side, hushing your apologies for the state he’d found you in, hoping the way he gently took your wrists in his hands would bring warmth or relief, anything at all to quell what he could only imagine you were feeling. 

Oh, my darling. 

It hurt to see you distraught.

The panic in your features made him feel sick but he kept the dread from showing as best he could, not wishing for you to see how quickly it was hardening into rage as he cradled your sobbing form against his chest and reassured you that you were okay, because he was here and the night terror still lingering behind your eyes wasn’t real. 

“You’re alright, just keep taking breaths with me, yeah? You’re at home, it’s safe here and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

The last few words slide off his lips in a quiet promise, one made with a clenched jaw and an icy conviction going straight down to his bones just as steady as the snow falling outside, the kind he hadn’t felt since those early days caring for Bruce on his own.  

Alfred didn’t let his mind drift too far into that territory yet knowing he needed to think, to come up with a plan. 

Christ, there was far too much ground to cover with so little information still, a ripple of stress threatened to cloud his mind but he needed to focus on you right now. 

It hadn’t taken very long to realize he needed to make sure you were okay in order to be okay himself, to calm down and think properly. 

Helping you get back in bed and snuggled in his arms again had worked to soothe some tension despite the pit in his stomach as he watched you blink away tears while your fingers curled around his and it isn’t lost on him that you had sought his comfort. 

“I’m almost scared to sleep again, what if I have another bad dream?” Your voice is tired, weary and it sends another pang through his heart.

“If you do I’ll be right here to shoo it away but you do need rest, lovely. How about I tell you a story to help you sleep?” He’s pleased when your eyes perk up at the suggestion, you have told him before that he could tell the best stories. 

Maybe he’d go for an old favorite, the one about finding what he thought to be old treasure on a trip he took to the English coast, a place he wants to show you one day if he could get you both through this madness safely. 

But even as he began to speak and you tucked your face into his shoulder he knew there was no other option for him now, it wasn’t an if but an outright certainty that he would do whatever was necessary to keep you from harm.

There may or may not be lots of emotions in this chapter so 🥹🤭 I’m really excited! This was only about 600 words or so of a sneak peek but I hope that’s okay because there’s a lottt more coming and I hope to be finished with this chapter completely by next month, so thanks for all the love and patience as I work on it. It’s really appreciated and I feel more excitement and anticipation than nerves or fear about delivering on chapters going forward even if I do take my time 💕 Thank you all!

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[bellewintersroe]

Eugene Roe x Nurse!Reader Headcanons

A series of headcanons on how your relationship with Eugene slowly turned from platonic to romantic over the course of the war…

So ofc Gene follows the rules, he knows there’s strictly no allowing fraternisation, so no matter what ways he feels about you when he first sees you, he has to push them aside.

you’re close tho, like probably closer to him than the other nurses are- you’re friendly and sweet and kind, Gene asks you often for help and advice and you’d do the same.

Sometimes he’d pretend to himself he didn’t know what he was doing, just so he could come visit you to learn and listen.

Listen, during the war he’d find you sooo soothing to him. It’s no lie the men were starved of female company, and Gene is no exception.

your warmth and presence is so inviting and calming- you’d be so mellow in the times when he thought nobody could be, he’d deffo get super upset to see you down or upset.

Maybe things would slowly get more touchy feely- not in a weird or overbearing way- but like Gene senses your stressed and rubs your shoulder, or you’d place a soft hand on his arm, rubbing his skin over his sleeve.

blushes like crazy- at first he’d be stuttering but I think over time he’d act so cool and collected- on the inside he’s a worried mess for you, especially out in Europe.

his gazes would tell you everything you needed to know, you’d both deffo sense there was something between you, but you know there’s no room to make a move- nevermind that there’s barely any time.

In Bastogne is where I think the friendship would become something with more… blurred lines?

it’s towards the end of your stay on the line, the nurses are kept further back, but you’re so cold and frightened, you got a little lost so you just bunk out in a foxhole not far from the rest of the men, comforted knowing they were around. Still- you were close enough to hear them, but it was too dark to see anyone.

So when footsteps begin rapidly approaching, you’re helpless and all you can do is turn around- your heart stopping and breathing rapid.

“Y/n?! What’re you doing here?!” Luckily it’s Gene who falls beside you in the damp foxhole. Your hand would be on your chest, exhaling in relief as you drop your head, attempting to calm your racing pulse.

“Y/n?” Genes shuddering, but more worried about what’s going on with you. No matter how much he’s suffered in Bastogne he’s still frantically concerned about you.

“I’m ok, sorry, Gene… God you scared me. I got lost out here, just stayed here. I’m too cold to move.”

He’d take one glance over you before covering your hands with his, rubbing them, pulling you closer into him. I don’t think he’d even do it consciously, but you’d be wrapped under his arm, warming up one another.

it probably wouldn’t take much when you’re in that position for you to move closer and share a kiss.

it just kinda happens? You’re both surprised but at the same time you’re not, you don’t speak about it after, but you go on sharing knowing smiles and lingering touches with the common thought in mind that you two just had to be patient.

when the opportunity gives- Eugene takes. If you finally get to be alone, at first it’s a little awkward? He’s a little nervous, but you two would just be able to explore a level of intimacy with one another that you haven’t before.

even if things move slow it’s sooo worth it, Gene would be the kindest, most gentle, patient, loving man ever.

[danikamariewrites]

sooo for that feyfey request.

everyone is living back in that cottage. fey is fucking that guy. but theres this woman, who is like a neighbour. she always sees fey and has a crush on her, but isaac (i think thats what his name is?) is keeping fey busy

one day, reader gathers the courage to flirt with fey

then slowly, the become friends and some time later, when fey is eating dinner with reader, reader crawls up onto the desk sensually and is being all hot and sexy

fey realises for the first time she likes this woman. its soo taboo but fey wants this

so she lets reader show her all the good stuff 😏

and then in the end its a lil fluff but they both know this wont progress further most probably 😔

(absolute filth plis im so thirsty for mommy feyre 😩😩😩(i also dont mind if its porn without plot i just need som filth 🥲))

When She Loved Me

Feyre x reader

A/n: This was the best Feyre ask I think I���ve ever received and I had to write it. I also added an epilogue-esqu ending and it’s kinda sad so I’m sorry for that but I couldn’t resist.

Warnings: oral, fingering, tribbing, angst at the end (also not fully proof read)

You rushed around the house making sure everything was perfect for when Feyre arrives. Dinner was in the oven, the living room was fully of cozy blankets, and you had turned the lights down to achieve the perfect ambiance.

The two of you met in town months ago. At first you had just waved and passed each other while you were running errands and she was trading pelts from animals she hunted. One wintery afternoon you got up the courage to finally introduce yourself.

The blue of her eyes had taken your breath away. When her rough exterior melted away and she gave you a genuine smile you couldn’t help but get lost in dreams of a future with her. Where that smile was never dulled by her hunting or family.

Tonight was the first time Feyre was coming over to hang out. You had only ever hung around in town together but you wanted one on one time away from prying, judgmental eyes. The nature of your relationship had been a little more than friendly. Sure you flirted, not thinking anything of it. Feyre had told you about her and Isaac. How he was just someone to relieve stress and blow off steam with.

The relief you felt when Feyre had said that was like a weight lifting off your chest. Since she had said that you had turned your flirtatious advances up hoping she would reciprocate. When Feyre did you were rendered speechless. The giggle that sounded from her was angelic.

A light knock on the front door had you squealing with excitement. Rushing through the house you skid to a stop, careful not to fling yourself into the door. Opening the door you’ve never seen Feyre look so happy. “Hi,” you breathed. “Hi.” Her voice light and happy. Stepping to the side you wave her in.

She looks around curiously. Her eyes wide as she shrugged her jacket off. “Your home is lovely.” You take her jacket to hang up. Gosh, how did this thing keep her warm out in the woods? The fabric was barely held together by the leather straps Elain had sewed in for her.

“Thank you. My mother has quite the eye for interior design. You should see her and my father’s room.” You joke. Feyre gives you a sad smile. As if she was remembering her old house. Guilt had your face heating. Feyre grabbed your hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Dinner smells wonderful.” She says, that happiness back in her voice.

You perked up at the mention of the meal in the oven. “You’re going to love it. Come,” you pull her along to the kitchen. As you ate the conversation went to weird childhood stories and Feyre’s hunting adventures. After dinner you switched to the living room, curling up in the blankets on the couch and enjoying the brownies you baked.

As the night went on your stares lingered on each other. Eyes wandering what could be seen of the others form. With each tick of the clock the two of you inched closer and closer until your thighs were touching. At the first touch you jumped a little. Only relaxing when Feyre holds your hand again.

When the clock struck midnight Feyre was lying on your chest. You absentmindedly twirled her sandy locks between your fingers. You fall into a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s comfort. Not thinking before moving, you lean forward pressing a kiss to the top of Feyre’s head.

Shock took over as she popped her head up, eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know-’’ Feyre surged forward, connecting her lips to yours, effectively stopping your rambling. Your fingers go back to those sandy locks, keeping Feyre’s lips attached to yours.

The kiss was all want, need and a fight for dominance that you were determined to win. You wrap an arm around her waist, pulling Feyre up, flipping her to lay on the couch. Feyre’s breath hitches, her fingers digging into your scalp. You detach your lips from her, nudging your nose against her perfect button one.

Holding yourself back was becoming impossible. You need Feyre like you need to breathe. Every part of her is perfect and you were desperate to explore her.

You were both breathing heavily. Feyre lifts her head to peck your lips before dropping back against the couch cushion. “Do you want to keep going?” You asked, hopeful her answer would be a resounding fuck yes.

Feyre nodded vigorously. Her blue eyes glazing over with lust, “I want you, y/n.” Your lips break out into a wide smile. Climbing off of the couch you grab her delicate hand, pulling her to follow you to your bedroom. Slamming your door you turn to find Feyre laid out on your bed, only in her underthings, smirking at you seductively. In a swift motion you slip your dress off, leaving it in a puddle on the floor as you bound toward Feyre.

She lets out a giggle, the sound so sweet it almost stops you completely. It has your cheeks flushing as you straddle her hips. Feyre rests her hands on your hips, gently running them up and down your sides, reveling in the smoothness of your skin. Something flashed in her eyes, making her look anywhere but you.

“Hey,” you say softly, bringing your hand to rest on her cheek. “What’s wrong, Fey?” She squeezes your hips gently before looking into your eyes. “I just…I’ve never been with a girl before and I like you, I just don’t want to, ya know,” she rambles. You tilt your head in curiosity. “Fey it’s ok. We’ll take it slow, you just relax. I got you.” You smirk at her, leaning down to place soft, open mouthed kisses down her neck.

Moving down her body you undo the band around her breasts, stopping at the top of her underwear. You look at her through your lashes, finding her face flush, eyes half closed and lips parted. You rub her clothed cunt, making her wet spot grow with each circular motion. Feyre lets out a soft moan as you kiss up her thighs. “Please y/n, I need more, need your mouth.” She begs, throwing her head back against the pillows.

Sitting up on your knees you remove the band from your own breasts, reaching to pull Feyre’s panties agonizingly slow down her legs. Wasting no time you dive into Feyre’s dripping core, lapping at her arousal. Feyre moans out your name, gripping the sheets, her hips squirming against your face.

Capturing her clit in your mouth you let out a hum. Your eyes roll back at the taste of her plus those sweet, sweet sounds falling from her lips. “More,” she begs, “please more. Your fingers p-please.” Feyre struggles to get out. Bringing your finger to her hole you slowly work her open. “Tell me, was Issac this good with his mouth?” You ask with a teasing smirk against her pussy. She shakes her head, “N-no. Fuck no, you’re so much better y/n.”

You go back to sucking her clit, slipping another finger into her pussy. You know you hit that sweet spot (one that Issac clearly never hit) by the way she clenched around your fingers as you curled them. Feyre’s screams became louder and louder with each motion. “Come on Fey, let go.” You urge her. Arching her back Feyre falls apart on your fingers, one of her thighs trembling. Removing your fingers you lap up her release, the sweet taste of her intoxicating.

Sitting up on your knees you run your hands in a soothing motion up and down her thighs. Feyre went limp against the sheets, her chest heaving as she collected herself. Spreading her legs Feyre lets out a small laugh, “Good. I wasn’t done yet.” You laugh at her breathlessness. Throwing one leg over her hips you rest your pussy against hers, lightly rocking back and forth.

Feyre throws her head back again, leaving her neck exposed to you. You picked up the pace of your hips, leaning down to suck and nip at her the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Feyre brings her hands up to your breasts. Running her thumbs over your peaked nipples you moan against her skin at the contact.

Neither of you lasted long. Feyre’s hands felt too good, too skilled. Sharing a pillow she played with your hair as your eyes fluttered at the feeling and softness. You could get used to this. The softness of Feyre, taking care of her, having her in your arms every night. But that was a dangerous way of thinking. Maybe if everything worked out with her sisters marrying, then maybe she could be yours.

———

After that night with Feyre there were only a few more until you stopped seeing her. You had been holding back your feelings, hoping to bring it up while holding her to your chest. It had been a while since you’d been past her family’s cottage, or into town for that matter. Feyre would usually knock on your door asking you to accompany her but hadn’t in weeks.

Donning your cloak and winter boots you head out. Passing through town you heard whispers of the Archeron family name. “His boats were found.” “No, I think a beast did that. No winter winds have ever been that strong,” “I wonder when the middle one will throw a party.” “The aunt is sick I believe.”

All of these pieces yet nothing whole. The gossip made your heart pound. Picking up the pace you start running to the Archeron cottage.

Finally stopping in front of it you feel your heart stop. Your eyes wide taking in the darkness inside and the broken front door. Stepping closer you saw claw marks in the rotting wood. You stopped breathing. What the hell happened here?

“Are you looking for the Archeron’s?” You jump at the voice behind you. You turn to face the stranger, hand over your now rapidly beating heart. Clearing your throat you answer, “Yes, do you know where they are?” “Yeah, new fancy manor-lookin’ place on the other side of town.” You nod in thanks rushing off, knowing exactly where to go.

Politely knocking on the massive front door you step back and wait, twisting your gloved fingers nervously. Elain answered with a bright smile. Her eyes lit up with recognition at seeing your face. “Y/n! What a lovely surprise.” She said cheerily. “Hi, Elain. Is Feyre around?” You ask peeking over her shoulder. Elain’s face fell a little. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry. She’s visiting our aunt. She’s very ill right now so Feyre is helping around her house for a bit. I can’t believe she didn’t tell you.” She says with an air of curiosity, tilting her head a little to the left much like Feyre did when you rambled.

Tears stung your eyes at the familiar movement. You quickly blink them away, not wanting Elain to feel pity for you. “Oh, well I’m sorry about your aunt, I hope she gets better soon. Would you mind umm…when Feyre gets back will you tell her I want to see her?” “Of course!” You nod in thanks and turn to leave. Left with an empty feeling in your heart you let your tears flow freely once you’re back on the street. Why wouldn’t she tell you?

[justafoxkit]

Tfp Agere Headcanons

Team Prime edition!🤖

Optimus Prime:

❤️ Toddler regressor! Ironically he regresses to the youngest age of all of them.

❤️Started regressing before the war, as a way to cope with stress.

❤️ Absolutely clingy baby, a CG has to be in his line of sight at all times, or he WILL lose it.

❤️ Sometimes when he's little, OP forgets how tall he actually is. As a result, he often bumps his head on things, and will usually run to whoever's closest for comfort.

❤️Still has his white blanket and blue cat plush Ratchet gave him when they were teens and learning to navigate the CG/little relationship. The cat's name is Nova.

❤️When he comes out of littlespace, OP is always so embarrassed about how needy he is as a little, but his family absolutely adores it. They wouldn't trade their clingy baby for anything.

Ratchet:

🚑Caregiver! Initially only took care of Optimus, but when others on his team came out as regressors, of course he had to step in! What kind of CMO would he be if he didn't take care of his team's needs?

🚑He genuinely loves being a caregiver; so much of his job is high-risk, it's nice for the biggest problem to be that someone's comfort item is missing, or that someone needs a cuddle session. It's as much stress relief for him as it is for them.

🚑Often lets the little ones cling to him; Ratchet can often be seen with a smaller bot hanging on his back like a koala.

🚑Sooo protective. Can and will hoist a little one into his arms to keep them from harm. June called him a Mama bear once, and Miko refuses to let him live it down.

🚑 He's often bad with feelings, but tries his absolute best to understand and validate his little ones.

Ultra Magnus:

🔨 preteen regressor! He's in a smaller headspace, but still independent.

🔨Hates being doted on, in typical preteen fashion grumbles when Ratchet reminds him that no one regressed is allowed to go on patrol alone.

🔨 He's one of those teen regressors that pretends not to want to help with the smaller ones, but when no one's looking he hovers protectively nearby. Ratchet and the other CG's pretend not to notice.

🔨Kid loves tool sets, Ratchet built him one that he can hammer fake nails onto and saw on stuff(all fake, mind you. Wouldn't want him to hurt himself on accident)

🔨Magnus absolutely refuses to talk about his kidspace when not regressed, he's very insecure about it.

Arcee:

🐈Kitten regressor! Started regressing after Tailgate died, Cliff used to be her CG. She stopped for awhile, and it took her realizing that Jack wasn't going to abandon her for Arcee to become more comfortable starting again.

🐈Loves, loves, loves plushies!! Arcee adores the huge stuffies that are super soft, and soft things in general.

🐈Can and will spend as much time as possible in someone's arms. She loves attention and affection.

🐈She and OP get along like a house on fire usually, but look out when they're both little. Arcee is the only one who can make OP truly embrace the erratic energy that comes from toddlerhood.

🐈The only time she's ever unhappy in petspace is when she regresses because of a bad or stressful situation. Then she either wants to be left alone, or she never wants you to leave.

Bumblebee:

🐝 Middle Regressor! Younger than Ultra Magnus, but older than Optimus.

🐝Kind of a big brother regressor, Bee loves playing with the other regressors, and helps where he can.

🐝Bee is prone to a lot of meltdowns while regressed; poor baby has so much trauma in his little head. One of the CG's is always there to cuddle and comfort him though.

🐝 Actually saved a lot of toys from his childhood, and he's more than happy to share with the other little ones.

🐝Lots of baby talk! He's a very chatty little guy, and will often stick to Ratchet's side to chatter away. The medic happily listens.

Smokescreen:

Puppy regressor!

🐕Hoo boy, the energy on this pup! He regresses as a way to destress, and loves it!

🐕 Smokescreen loves chew toys! He chews as a nervous tick, so chewable toys are a must.

🐕He will absolutely run through a mud puddle, with no regard for cleanliness. Then whine and fuss when he gets a bath.

🐕When he finally does run out of steam, surprisingly the person he goes to is Ultra Magnus. They have a sort of 'boy and his dog' relationship when small, and the caregivers find it adorable. His energy helps Magnus come out of his shell.

🐕 Nonverbal when in petspace, but he will yip and paw at someone to get their attention. He has a hard time asking for help or something he needs, but he gets better slowly.

🐕Uses his alt mode to race around base(basically a bot version of zoomies!)

Bulkhead:

⛰️Caregiver!

⛰️Soft boi, soft boi, soft boi! He's the type of guy who freaks at the sight of a little one.

⛰️ Definitely coos and babbles right back at them("Ooh, I've got a chatty baby here, huh?")

⛰️ Bulkhead was initially Wheeljack's caregiver, but now he and the other CG's tag team to care for all the little ones.

⛰️ Absolute cuddle king! No matter how fussy, or weepy, or hyper a little or pet is, put them in Bulk's arms and they're out in minutes.

⛰️He's the type of CG to ask his little questions like 'how many of those do you see?' or, 'what color is that?' He's very interactive with his little ones.

Wheeljack:

🐺Flip!wolf regressor lean!

🐺When a CG, loves to hear his little ones babble! He'll nod along, pretending he understands the slurred words and baby talk.

🐺As a regressor, think guard dog. Absolutely will not let anyone hurt his littles. If someone made them upset, you better believe it'd take everything in him to keep from biting.

🐺A chaotic goblin in and out of petspace. He's just not allowed to use his bombs when small. No matter how much he whines and whimpers.

🐺Will growl at you, but give him pats and you've won his heart. A big soft pup at heart.

Nicknames:

❤️: Little Boss, Pax, Honeybun(only June calls him that), Baby, Little one.

🚑:Mama bear, Chee, Doc.

🔨:Kiddo, kid(not a fan of nicknames).

🐈:Kitty(OP calls her that when little), KitKat, Ceecee, Putty Tat(courtesy of Jack).

🐝:Babybee, Little Bee, Honeycomb, Squeaker.

🐕:Pup, puppy, McQueen (Miko's nickname for him), Lil Pup.

⛰️:Bulk, Papa.

🐺: Wolfie, Chomper, Jackie, Little Puppy.

Humans next, hope you enjoyed these!

[majorasnightmare]

FREE DIRGE LORE!!! 8, 20, aaaand 22 pleaseee

FREE DIRGE LORE ON NAADYS BIRTHDAY!!! as a present he offers an inside out torso 🕷️🕸️🕷️

8. How does your Dark Urge feel about the wilderness?

I think his feelings about the wilderness surprise him, because hes actually really fond of it. He enjoys the simple and consistent behavior of animals, even if he has to kill them, and he really deeply enjoys the distance from people. Hes also really fond of natural water sources, a remnant of growing up next to the Chionthar, which was one of the only places in the city where the Urge wasnt quite so loud. He doesnt quite realize how much he enjoys the wilds until he gets back to Baldur's Gate and fucking hates it lmao

20. Is your Dark Urge open about their Urge or do they try to hide it? Why?

Hes SOOO open about it to a RIDICULOUS degree. Pre tadpole he identified completely with the Urge so anyone who had the privellege of knowing him As He Is (and not when he was trying to stealth through the city) would know who and what exactly theyre dealing with. Post Tadpole, he feels he has to rely heavily on this group of strangers for his own safety and sanity, and tries to be as open and forthcoming as possible about the Urges, first because it scares him and he wants help, and then when he gives up on the idea of receiving help as a matter of responsibility. He owes it to them to tell them when he might fly off the handle in case they have to put him down for everyones collective safety. He doesnt even try to hide Alfira's murder, and its everyones reaction to that event that solidifies his decision to both tell everyone whenever the Urges risk them (his own mental health is an acceptable sacrifice), and his decision to handle them almost entirely by himself

22. What first impression does your Dark Urge give off to strangers?

It depends on how much effort hes putting into "passing" as it is. Act 1 is when hes at his most offputting, a twitchy mess poorly concealing the burning desire to kill, and most peoples first impression is that theyre interacting with someone very deeply sick. By the time Dirge is leaving the Grove behind, hes stabilized enough to no longer come off like someone on a very bad LSD trip trying to ground himself. The general impression he gives off is one of lethal competency and assured unflappable confidence, with a fairly easygoing but professional attitude, which persists all the way to the end of act 1, throughout act 2, and only starts collapsing in Act 3

Once he learns hes a bhaalspawn, the combined stress of that revelation plus the ones hes learned in moonrise towers has started puncturing holes in his carefully constructed facade into a frankenstein of his Act 1 and 2 vibes. The end result is someone with the same lethal competency as before, but teetering on a very unstable knife's edge. Some of the twitch has started to come back, and hes snappier and more irritable than usual, because there just isnt any relief from the endless pressing throngs of people, and its driving him up a wall. The confidence is now taken as anticipation of bloodletting, and his general affect is more unsettling for it, like someone trying ever so slightly unsuccessfully to hide the fact theyre actively fantasizing about peeling your skin like a banana. Hes aware of it and tries to talk as little as possible to as few people as possible, made more difficult by the fact that by this point hes established himself as the partys go-to haggler and interrogator-of-npcs.

thankies for dirgeposting oppurtunity, heres him in the faded drow leathers dyed in his usual colors!!

[cicad4s]

toma headcanons because im crazy (cw for stuff on his route + some nsfw):

he smoked in highschool:

in his concept art, he's shown with a cigarette in his mouth (in fact thats one of the only things that was changed from his final design lol). i headcanon that while he was in highschool and very emotionally silly over the heroine / his feelings towards her, he'd kind of avoid her and hang around the "wrong crowds", eventually getting into smoking. he used it as stress relief but its also had the opposite effect bc heroine would KILL him if he ever smoked.. so ? he just kind of sat there feeling guilty and depressed (as toma tends to do).

anyways he quit cold turkey at one point because he got caught by shin. shin was PISSED. he made toma swear that he'd quit immediately otherwise he'd tell the heroine what he was doing (tbh the only threat that would actually work; especially when hes still a teenager and less hateful towards shin). i think he lectured him sooo hard and called him an idiot 5 morbillion times

i feel like i need to clarify that toma was probably the lamest rebellious kid out there. like yeah he smoked but he was doing it bc it was a group expectation, not because he really wanted to.

not entirely inexperienced:

going back to toma in highschool; its canon that he dated a bunch of girls who asked him out, though i don't think he ever got really far with them. i think he's kissed like one girl out of obligation / because he felt like he needed to keep up the act or at least Try to get over the heroine; though i think he probably broke up with that girl soon after. i doubt that any girl he ever dated wouldnt notice his goo goo eyes for the heroine LOL so maybe they knew what they were getting into.

soo i dont think heroine is his first kiss (tho i do think she's his first in other aspects)

sexuality in general:

i think toma is honest to god super repressed in terms of his own sexuality and that's where most of his issues come from. this man does not see ANY (LITERALLY ANY. even nonsexual) of his desires as being normal. that's why he really was so okay with just being onii-chan... it was a safe space for him where he could live in his "wholesome ideals" of a relationship. i feel like most of his talk abt "im a man!!! im a man i could take advantage of you!!" was out of legitimate fear that his sexual side was some beast that he had to keep caged (haha) and that he might hurt the very person he cares abt most in the world. so w that in mind i really can't see this guy being super overtly horny LOL. cage ending aside while i think hes a freak in the sheets or whatever he would be so shy and demure about it all... ahhh heroine... u can't just look at me like that... kyaaa... hes the kind of guy to freeze like a deer in headlights when anything romantic or sexual happens (i like it... but i shouldn't... but i should pull away.. but i don't want to....)

i think hes a soft dom w service top tendencies tee be aich... though id love to go down on him (Who said that ?! )

he totally has a maid fetish imo. it's basically canon so like... that being said it's funny as fuck that he's like Tch... I don't want you to be a maid for other people... you'll just be a maid for me 😈 (in his bad end). like cmon man.

silly:

- i like to imagine that toma learned how to drive purely because he wanted to be able to help shin and the heroine out ... he is the reliable older brother chauffeur of your dreams. I also like to think that he really sucked ass at first though and he got pulled over for running a stop sign once.

- this is just me but i hc him with Poland syndrome 👍👍

[mythpregftm]

thinking a lot about pregnant Anders and I think being pregnant would honestly ground him a little bit, and it’d be a healing thing for him since he’s surprised he can even have a child with the grey warden taint + the trauma of circle mage family separation.

Anyways, he’s taking loads in his cunt from anyone in dark town/his companions thinking nothing will come of it because nothing does. until his mind is quieter than it has been in years and justice is urging him to eat more and more when before he only ate the food necessary for survival and anything else had to go to his cause. and overtime the pudge around his hips won’t go away. Pregnancy is the physically healthiest he’s been in years.

I love this sooo much... Anders is my babygirl and he deserves the absolute world. And a baby!!

Imagine. He lands in Kirkwall thin as a twig, dirty, and sallow. He works himself to the bone in Darktown witnessing injustices and horrors every day, offering what help he can at his clinic but it's never, ever enough. His hands shake, his back aches, and Justice won't keep quiet. He works til his mana is exhausted and he doesn't even recognize the pangs of his hunger. But it's Anders, and he's always been a flirt, so he still manages to find a little fun with thankful patrons from his clinic and his newfound companions through Hawke. Using sex as a stress relief, fucking his companions after stressful missions, letting them cum in his pussy because he loves getting his tight cunt stuffed. And hey, he's a Warden, it was drilled into him that he's basically infertile.

Except things start feeling strange. Justice rears its ugly head less and starts encouraging Anders to care for himself more. He must be ill, because his days are dotted with intermittent nausea, but even when he improves his food intake and his sleep schedule, Anders still feels nauseous and tender and sore...

It's Merrill that tells him how good he's looked recently. His face is fuller, there's more energy in his step, and he must be doing something right, because she says he's practically glowing... not with Justice, she clarifies. It confuses Anders more than anything, who doesn't often look in the mirror. But she's right... at home, Anders strips down, looks at himself, and sees the weight he's accumulated. The tiny bump in his belly doesn't even register at first, too surprised that he almost looks normal again. He's so much less bony and has a healthy flush to him, even if there's a bit more fat settling around his hips than he's used to. Soreness be damned, he feels great.

It still takes a little bit for him to notice changes, though. There's a heaviness in his hips and he keeps gaining weight... looking in the mirror again, the distention of his belly doesn't remind him of fat, it reminds him of...

Oh. Pregnancy.

Anders realizes he's pregnant with an actual child and he's a mess of emotion but his heart swells. He never thought he'd be able to have a baby, between the cruelty of the Circles and his tainted blood. But he's pregnant and he's healthy and Justice is ringing in his head- this is exactly what he wants. This is what he needs, and this is what he's fighting for. He looks and feels the best he has in years, and he's determined to stay that way for his precious gift.

...his companions are surprised but take it quite well. Anders looks good with a belly and pair of growing tits. They're especially for it when Anders' libido picks up and he begging to take their cocks in his soaking, pregnant cunt. Maybe that's when Hawke invites him to the mansion, where Anders can have his fertile body worshipped every night and not worry about the dangers of Darktown. He may not know whose babe he's carrying, but he gets all the love and sex he could ever want, and Hawke is acting like a proud father already. Anders' pregnancy works out for everyone involved <3