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starrdustyy · 1 month

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Toji is an eater, we know that.

Can you perhaps, just maybe, expand on this a little?

a/n: licking ya lips and flicking ya cl- this post contains 18+ content so mdni☺ my first post!!!! In which Toji Fushiguro knows how to EAT IT. Thank you @ashasdiary for the request!

Toji is everything but boyfriend material.

Leave it to you to believe that a man like Toji Fushiguro can take you out for a nice dinner. The hopes for a full tummy and back blown out is out the window now.

You drop your clutch on the counter top with a loud smack and huff, kicking off your heels and removing your earrings.

As you stand in front of the bathroom vanity, Toji appears in the door way and leans on its frame. You're eyeing him in the mirror.

"So much attitude tonight." He says in a mocking tone.

Normally, you would entertain his shenanigans and he knows it too, but you can't be bothered at the moment. One night, you wanted just one night of bliss.

You scoff, tying your hair back while muttering, "Nothing good can come from the rest of this night."

Toji uncrosses his arms and steps closer to you. His front presses into your back, "You sure bout that, doll?" It's silent for a moment, then you turn to face him.

Your chest is brushing against the top of his abdomen, the height difference is staggering. You peer up and purse your lips together, cocking an eyebrow.

The protest couldn't even make its debut before you are thrown on the bed, your ankles in his hands to pull you to the edge, ass partially hanging off.

He releases his grip on you for a moment to remove his dark long sleeve by reaching over his shoulder and pulling it over his head with one hand. For fucks sake!

You lift your head off the bed to look down your body as he dips to his knees, hands now gripping the fabric on your hips to pull you flush against him.

The hem of your skirt to push up to expose the clothed heat of your cunt. The way she betrays you so easily, especially when you were so certain he'd suffer blue balls tonight.

Toji kisses the top of your pubic bone and around the lacy cloth that does little for coverage. You mewl and whimper, back beginning to arch as his small kisses become open mouthed wet ones.

"S-stop teasing." You manage to say as Toji lays a kiss right on your covered bud, the sharp inhale of breath makes him smile.

He plants a few more kisses before lifting his head and pulling your panties to the side to glare down at the flesh and its sweet nectar that he plans to greedily take.

You place your hands onto his which are still gripping your hips, that are trying to buck and find contact with his mouth.

He chuckles to himself as he looks up at you, "Is that how a good girl asks?"

Groaning, you lift your head and prop up on your elbows, "A good girl says please but we both know I am not a good girl, am I?"

A darkness possesses Toji as he holds eye contact with you. His head dips, tongue licking the skin on the side of your pussy. He moves to the other side, knowing damn well that is not where you need it most.

Then bam! He licks a stripe from the base of your entrance right to the pulsating nub, stopping there to suckle on it. You head hitting the bed instantly.

He moans as he does so, his saliva spilling out of his mouth to make it slippery enough that your clit is nearly impossible to keep in one spot.

The suckling stops and he opens his mouth to laser focus his tongue movements, sending a zing up your spine, "Yes, nngh, yes, Toji."

Your breathing becomes sporadic. The prior anger of a failed date night seems to have become insatiable horniness now.

Every movement of his tongue, the mix of your arousal and his saliva, his grip on you. If it weren't for that then you'd surely be levitating right now.

Toji is panting as he switching up between the kitten licks and suckling on your bud. He eats you- no, devours with such a need that you are convinced he will not stop when you reach release.

He pauses for only a brief moment when he peers down to see the creamy mess that spills from your entrance. He smirks slightly and licks it up, eyes closing for a brief moment before spitting on your clit.

At this point, Toji is making out with your pussy. And enjoying every second of it. He can't help looking at it.

Back to slurping up every drop off your wet cunt, the familiar feeling begins to coil in your lower belly. You're huffing and puffing when it snaps moments later. You cry out, "M'cumming!"

And just as you predicted, he does not let up. Not even for a moment to look at the contortions of your face. You're beginning to wiggle, trying to escape but it's useless with his strength.

The painful pleasure is becoming impossible to handle, "P-please, please, Toji! S'too much, baby."

One last suckle before he lets up, lifting your ass to admire the mess on the sheets below before settling you down and him, on his haunches.

"See? You're a good girl after all."

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sugar-omi · 1 year

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baxter nsfw alphabet

tags : NSFW, ok for fem/masc/nb readers, ideas for bottom baxter, mention of poly baxter/cove/mc and cove/baxter (W = Wild card), mentions of cucking or voyeurism (W = Wild card)

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

ofc he's an angel who will get you whatever you want

but he runs you both a bath afterwards

changes the bedsheets but he seems like the type to lay a towel down even if you won't make a mess of the bed

so he'd prbly just throw the towel or sheets to floor for later, n if he or you have enough energy/don't wanna deal w his messy ass!!!! it makes its way to the wash

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

his moles are his favorite ofc, he knows you find them so cute n sexy especially when he gets weak when you kiss him there

other than that? his hands.

you can't tell me you don't love his hands when he literally wears those rings in step 3 n I just know realistically, he'd have these long slender and nimble fingers

with the softest skin and touch as well, he grew up rich so ofc his body and hands are supple

on you:

loves your legs and torso

you grew up on the beach, so whether you wear a 2 piece or are buff or chubby, whatever- he just loves how you look in swimwear

even wetsuits

the way it clings to your body... oh yeah it has a fighting chance against your swimsuit

pls let him help you take the wet suit off, and don't worry if he touches your back while unzipping, he's just tryna satisfy his itch (it matches it worse, he just wants you more)

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

his cum either tastes like someone who eats a 8k meal or it tastes like take out n the best wine a (above) average man can buy.

just depends on how he's doing, if it's a rough week you alrdy know his diet is Off

mm, I imagine his cum is a bit gooy, like watch it make strings between your fingers

favorite places to come? oh lord..

loves to mark you w his cum.

I think he'd tend to finish on your thighs or stomach though

but is very happy to come on your face n get it on your lips on "accident"

OMG. doesn't matter who's blowing who, CUM BUBBLES.

he loves it messy, so if you're blowing him pls make bubbles n spit his cum back on his cock n make him cum again....

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

I think when he first met you n cove, he definitely imagined being sandwiched between you two...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

pretty experienced! he knows exactly what he's doing

will and does happily transform his knowledge to whatever you find pleasurable

he knows exactly how to take care of you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy- loves to take you from behind and if you're in front of a mirror especially, loves to pull you up against his chest while he's plowing into you and you're working on his neck <3

+ if he's bottoming

cowgirl. wants to drive you crazy by touching his chest, making a show of going up n down on your cock

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

pretty serious but in a comforting way

also in a teasing way

will laugh a bit about how shy you might me but tell you it's okay to be shy!

would say smth light hearted just to get you to loosen up if you're nervous

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

telling you rn, it's not up for debate, but mans is bald there

can't tell you if they match the drapes either way bc he used to wax/shave it before he got it permanently removed

he definitely used to get a full body waxe when he was younger.. yeah I think his body hair stopped fighting him so now he doesn't have much hair growing, if any, on his arms n legs

he burnt it off before he decided to get laser removal

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

you alrdy know he's sweet n charming n caring

even if you're lost in the moment, he does make sure you're OK or if you need anything before yall continue

very romantic too, lays out the rose petals and candles and even gets a nice dinner for you two (he would cook if he could but he cant

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

mmm, he's very busy

or at least he used to be, I imagine he tries not to work so much when you're dating

anyway, he prbly gets off 3-4 times a week to destress, it's just easy to relax that way by himself

I imagine he likes to use toys when getting off, like vibes on his cock (I rlly don't see him as a flashlight typa guy but maybe that'd be a good way for you to tease him <33)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

edging. pls pls pls edge him, or let him edge you that's highly likely

also overstim, pls make him finish plenty<3

dirty talk!!! will say the nastiest shit but loves if you do it back, makes him so hot n bothered when you say dirty words or fantasies/dreams you had to him

spanking- he likes when you spank him when youre making out, mm im imagining some possibilities with more than just your hand

praise! we all know hes a insecure but precious babe, and he soaks up your compliments like a sponge

so pls praise him (maybe even throw in some dirty talk as well <3)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

will do it (almost) ANYWHERE!!!

I imagine he'd even fuck on the balcony if you asked

keeps it to the bedroom though

oh yeah you're fucking in the kitchen

also likes fucking in his car, he just loves fucking in his pristine car and making a mess or trying not to make a mess which just makes it hotter

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

loves when you dress up! especially if you follow the very fancy dress code for some of your outings, he thinks you look so good like that

also loves when you take the initiative

yk how he climbs into your lap? yeah please just pull him into you/your lap, or wrap your arm around his waist when you walk together, etc.

would love if you climb on top of him and start kissing him and/or tell him you're horny

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

not many turn offs with this guy..

as long as it doesn't involve other bodily fluids

and he's not that into pain/inflicting pain but definitely open to impact play

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

loves receiving but he's definitely a giver

please sit on his face or fuck his throat

he's dated a few people so he definitely knows what he's doing too

will die happy if you sit on his face, doesn't matter if you let him eat you out/rim you, he'd love to just kiss your inner thighs

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

he'll do whatever you want

but if it's up to him... well he's going slow so that way he can tease you

but in the end he always ends up picking up the pace and fucks you so deeply so that you'll finish together

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

he's very busy with work, so i think quickies or just getting you/each other off is common some nights

doesn't like to do it too often though because he wants to take time being close with you and showering you with love

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

is so happy to take risk and experiment

wouldnt do anything you don't want though

definitely would wanna skinny dip with you at least once

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

mmm, okay now i know he has good stamina

he doesn't like getting sweaty but this is an exception<3

can go a few rounds, at least 3, but is happy to get you off as many times as you want until youre satisfied

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

ofc he owns toys!!

i feel like when you guys are long distance, he definitely uses them while thinking about you

loves to use them on you as well so he can watch you fall apart

i also think he would love to use a vibe on you, not in public because he'd like to keep your reactions to himself

but definitely uses it on you when youre going about your day in the house

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

so much!

i didnt even have to tell you hes a tease, you already know

will make dirty jokes n gives you looks from across the room..

will also smack your butt when he walks by

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

not very loud, mostly groans and moans lowly

but!! if you get his sensitive spots like the mole on his neck or his inner thighs, he's putty in your hands and so easy for you to use and make weak <3

when he is loud, he whines n gasps

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

i think if the opportunity strikes, he wouldn't mind have a 3some w cove

im not Completely on the poly baxter/cove/mc boat or the baxter/cove boat but its such a yummy thought

baxter/cove having a one night stand that turns into a relationship... yes I'm imagining dom!cove

or baxter watching you fuck cove (whether you're dating cove, baxter or both is up to your imagination)

and cove is rearranging your insides, holding up your head or making you turn your head to look at baxter while he's sitting there, hard and waiting, maybe just watching because cove wants to show his place as your boyfriend

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

listen... i love him. but hes average

like 5.5in

he's so cute though... yk how he has that beauty mark on the back of his inner-upper thigh? please kiss it

i think he prbly has one or two more hiding under his boxers so find those n kiss them as well <3

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

oh man... i think its a bit above average

and depending on your guys schedule, he'll be needier than usual

wont always want penetrative sex, sometimes he just wants to get you off or both of you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

won't fall asleep fast at all, might even get up n do stuff for a little bit

but he's more likely to lay in bed and cuddle with you

when he does fall asleep, you're not getting up, he has his arms wrapped tightly around you <333

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luciajaydekaine · 2 years

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B.I and OC Zaharia AZ NSFW

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

Hanbin was clueless at first but now after he catches his breath will get a warm damp cloth and clean her up instead of her doing it herself

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

Hanbin loves Zaharia’s curves. From her large breasts, thick thighs, and large bubble butt. Hanbin can’t keep his hands to himself. Ari doesn’t have a favorite, she loves every single thread of his being…. But with that being said she does have a fondness for his peach. Even more when he blushes when she grabs it.

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

Hanbin really likes cumming down her throat. But it feels way more intimate if it’s inside her, as long as her birth control is active

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

Back to their love of each other’s butts. Hanbin loves cumming in her ass. Zaharia really wants to use a prostate massager on hanbin but he’s very firmly against anything going in his bum

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hanbin had no previous experience at all. Zaharia had one long term boyfriend then slept with a couple models her ex cheated on her with for revenge

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything but upside down. She saw it once in a porno and wanted to try it. Never again.

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

Weird noises, sneezing, accidentally head butting with always be funny.

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

Zaharia got laser hair removal in 2014. Hanbin just shaves it when necessary

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

She’s the only person he has or will ever make love to. That makes any session intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hanbin did a lot before they became sexually active. Now it’s only if they are on separate tours

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If you ask her band mates she’s the kinkiest person they’ve ever met. She will try anything. Hanbin really likes being adventurous but not as wild as Ari.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In public….*confused hanbin voice*

Anywhere in their houses or hotels. Never in public and never when her twin is around

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

Hanbin has discovered that he can’t work with Ari around. It’s extremely easy for her to turn him on without trying very hard.

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

No choking. Never in public. Nothing goes in his bum. No trying anything new without conversation firsthand

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

Hanbin learned how to give oral with an orange. It’s very effective. He loves nothing more than pleasing Ari. He could spend the rest of his life between her thighs. Zaharia love receiving but prefers giving and seeing how loud she can make hanbin get.

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

Depends on the situation and mood. Never too fast or too slow. He’s learned a lot.

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

You get it when you can. But they aren’t fun. And they’d rather go without

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

Zaharia’s twin sister once walked in on them during a family vacation. He swore he’d never have sex when they are around people.

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

With time he’s gotten better at lasting longer. He can go 3 rounds as long as they aren’t super long

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

Zaharia has a drawer in her dressing room full of toys of various sizes, shapes, and skills. Hanbin likes vibrating cock rings and using toys on her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Zaharia yes. Hanbin, no.

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

Both can be very loud. It’s known what they are doing

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

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

Hanbin isn’t massive but he’s not small. 5 1/2 to 6 inches. Still a great size

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

Anytime, position, place, location….. just not “in public”

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

They cuddle and talk after cleaning up for a few minutes. As hard as he tries. Hanbin always passes out first

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laserhairremovalcostindelhi · 9 months

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findliptreatment · 2 years

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How to Prepare for Your Soprano Ice Treatment Session

So you're scheduled for a full-body laser hair removal session with Soprano Ice? But how does it work? How do you brace yourself for the process?

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sharonbeautycentre · 1 year

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winterwump · 2 years

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Full pic on my IG: WinterRoaxh

Summary: I like to genderbend my fav characters so Goo gets this treatment lol. These are some headcanons I’ve thought up during my reading of Lookism so far

🚨SOME OF THESE ARE N/S/F/W pls keep this in mind as you read

SFW

🤍Just like her male counterpart, fem!Goo is still tall.

💚About 6’1 to be exact

🤍She would be considered a Stallion in regards to her build

💚 What did Megan say? Oh yea!: “Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil’ waist”

🤍She’s a 36 DD with a DUMPTRUCK ass

💚Goo frequently makes jokes about having to hold up “such a juicy ass all the time”

🤍She’s Pansexual with a slight leaning towards men, but everyone is on the table

💚Because her combat speciality lies with weapons, Goo is fine with her body not being completely toned or muscular like Gun

🤍That and she likes to twerk being plump in all the right places (her ass)

💚Whenever they’re free, Gun & Goo workout together for upwards of 4+ hours

🤍But Goo leaves early to go sweat out in the sauna, and waits for Gun to join her

💚Only tones her arms, legs, and abdomen

🤍Has an extensive skincare routine (the male one prolly has one too lol 💀)

💚Like 30+ luxury products and prolly gets luxury facials at spas to keep herself skin soft and healthy

🤍Takes Sunscreen application seriously

💚LOVES SEAFOOD especially if it’s spicy

🤍Keeps her hair short, but it’s still slightly longer than her male version (does have clip in extensions tho)

💚Has a very distinct laugh (think Drew Afualo)

🤍Her laugh strikes fear in the heart of those who hear it.

💚You’ll hear her laugh before you see her (chances are if she’s giggling, you’re in danger)

🔞NSFW🔞

💦Her favorite position is Doggystyle (she likes how her ass jiggles with every thrust)

💦Loves getting backshots

💦A close second of faves would be her riding

💦Got permanent laser hair removal to keep everything smooth

💦Since she’s Pansexual, Goo’s got plenty experience pleasing both AFAB and AMAB ppl

💦Doesn’t like creampies bc she doesn’t want a fucking baby lol (plus they’re hard to clean)

💦Does like facials and cumshots on her tits it’s for the skincare benefits

💦Has a reliable strap on she keeps well maintained

💦It’s light blue and 8 inches long and 5.5 inches thick

💦And it’s her pride and joy

💦She’ll fuck herself with it when she’s really horny, but doesn’t have a partner

💦Unlike Gun (in both genders), Goo isn’t too selective with who she chooses to take to bed

💦Big tits, Thicc 🍆, and MONEY are what gets her excited the most

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idontblushsrry · 4 years

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Sesshomaru||NSFW Alphabet

A/N: That’s right, I wrote an NSFW alphabet for him as well. How could I not, he’s a hottie. Also somehow, I managed to keep this w a gender neutral reader, so all my Sesshomaru fans may enjoy (unless u ship s*ssrin, then leave)

Word Count: 1911

Warnings: Obviously nsfw

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

After sex, Sesshomaru returns to his initial composure almost immediately. Like he’ll pant for a few seconds, wipe his dick off and then immediately, boom, like nothing ever happened. Of course, you, are thoroughly wrecked, needing Sesshomaru’s help, help which he is more than happy to give.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself has to be his arm/arms (depending). He loves his arms for a reason completely separate from you, he just enjoys the fact that he finally has two arms, like he thinks back to all the times he didn’t properly appreciate his left arm, and vows to never make that same mistake.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

As much as he loves cumming on your body, nothing compares to the feeling of cumming inside you. He loves to watch you slowly lose all coherency as he just fucks you full of his cum. If you let this man cum inside you, you will unleash a whole new beast, that you’re gonna have to be prepared to deal with.

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

Sometimes, when Sesshomaru knows he’s going to be away from you for a long time, he tries to fuck you as much as possible. He knows that he’ll miss you and gets a little more lovey dovey, but above all, he’s trying to remember the feeling of you so he can better mimic it with his had.

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

Sesshomaru is extremely experienced, on account of both his rank and his power. Demons are attracted to power and rank and, being so noble, Sesshomaru has never had any trouble with finding a partner to warm his bed. He’s not versed in everything but he has a strong sense of intuition and a deep connection with his own desires.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

A bit cliché, but, his favorites are doggy style and mating press. Any position where he has the leverage to press you down and fuck into you also ranks pretty high on his list.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sesshomaru is so serious in the moment. He gets so laser focused on pleasing you that he finds any distractions to be a bit...grating. That being said, you’re the exception, if he happens to make you laugh during sex, he’ll just roll his eyes affectionately before shutting you up with a kiss.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s about as well groomed as any man of his station at the time would be. He’s not exactly shaving down there but his hair is so fine that it isn’t unbearable. Also the carpet definitely matches the drapes, his hair is extremely light and it’s hard to see sometimes.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sesshomaru is very intimate in subtle ways. He shows you hat he cares by doing little things to ensure your comfort. Whether it’s brushing sweat off your head, setting pillows under your hips, or retracting his nails when he holds you, Sesshomaru is the king of unspoken intimacy. He loves you and he’s going to show it in the most obvious way.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated earlier, Sesshomaru really only jacks off out of necessity. He had no problem with getting someone to fuck, ad now that he has you, he doesn’t see the need to masturbate. The only time he’ll do so is if you’re gonna be away from him for a while and he’s really horny.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sesshomaru has a breeding kink, sorry not sorry. Even if you can’t get pregnant, something in him just tells him to keep filling you with his cum until it spills out. At which point, he just repeats the process. He also has a thing for marking, whether it be by scent, hickies, or with his cum, he loves the reminder/proclamation that you’re his.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Sesshomaru’s not picky about location. He’s of the opinion that, as long as you’re comfy, he’s ok with it. He does enjoy having his fill of you in your shared bedroom, but yall aren’t really home often enough for him to be that particular about it.

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

The only thing that turns Sesshomaru on is the sight/thought of you naked and waiting for him.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sesshomaru does not care all that much for sharing, and in a similar vein, voyeurism. With voyeurism, he doesn’t mind fucking out in the open, as long as no one else is around. The second he gets whiff of anyone, he’s pulling out of you faster than you can even realize what’s going on. With sharing, just don’t ask. He won’t show it but, the thought of someone else even seeing you that vulnerable enrages him and sets off his baser instincts. If you suggest it, he’s going to be very hurt for some time.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Sesshomaru probably didn’t even know about oral until you went down on him for the first time. While he isn’t exactly the most experienced in it, he more than makes up for it with his sheer voracity. If you ask him to give you head, he’s getting on his knees, laying you back like, “say less”.

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

Sesshomaru can be both but he tends to lean on the more fast and rough side. Sure, your hips and legs hurt, but who can really complain when there’s a powerful demon pounding into you like a jackhammer.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

When you first told Sesshomaru what a quickie entailed, he was intrigued. Admittedly, he didn’t like the concept at first, but the more he thought about it the more it grew on him. He likes the thought of you being so needy for him that you’d rather jump him as soon as possible than wait to get home.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In terms of experimentation, Sesshomaru’s not all that open to it. He’ll try if you insist but he’s definitely not one to suggest any experimentation. As for risks in terms of location, as long as he’s far enough from others, he doesn’t really care where y’all fuck or how loud you are.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go as long as you can. He does like to build your endurance more and more each time, but sex in general with him is a serious time commitment. He’s more than willing to space it throughout the day if that would suit you better.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys, Sesshomaru doesn’t see the point in them. It also goes back to his thing about sharing, while he won’t be as angry as he would be with another person there, the thought infuriates him. Just thinking about an object getting to feel you in the same way he does make him see red.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sesshomaru prefers not to tease, but he will if he feels the need to. He prefers to get straight to the point, letting you cum as many times as he sees fit to, honestly, prep you to take him in. But if he’s feeling particularly slighted, (whether by you or some demon he can’t quite murder) he’ll take it all out on you. While he won’t tease you in public, in private, he’ll work you up, get you right on the edge of cumming, and then pull it away. The more you whimper and whine, the more tempted he is to draw out your torture.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sesshomaru is pretty quiet... usually. While he prides himself on his control, of which extends even to the bedroom, letting out a few grunts once he’s about to cum, his rut is a different story. Sesshomaru refuses to talk about or even acknowledge how unihinged he acts during his rut but honestly, the moment he gets a whiff of your arousal, he sounds like a wild animal. Every repressed emotion and sound comes bubbling back up to the surface and he just goes around growling and panting until he can stick his dick in you.

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sesshomaru tries his best to be gentle/hold back with you. It’s not obvious and you haven’t noticed because most of it happens in the heat of the moment when you’re distracted by...other things. But, he knows he tends to lose himself inside of you so in preparation, he’ll remove his hands from your body and let his claws rip into the surface under/behind you, whether it be a tree, bed, or just the floor. One of these times, his poison accidently activated and he shielded your body by leaning down and making out with you. That day, he discovered his affinity for kissing you while pounding into you.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mans got a third leg, I just know. The baggy pants hide it pretty well but when you manage to pull it out, he’s easily 8 inches (10-12 when fully hard depending on circumstances), uncut, and really pretty. Like other parts of him, Sesshomaru’s dick is beautiful, a small patch of silver hair near his base. Speaking of, Sesshomaru does have a knot, if he cums inside of you, he tries to do so without getting it stuck just because of the fact that it’s kind of a hassle waiting it out. But if you let him knot you and the situation allows it, he might go a little feral whoops.

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

Sesshomaru has a pretty high sex drive and before you, he could control it pretty well in all instances besides his rut. He still maintains his impeccable control but he finds himself ready to go a lot more often than he used to be. Like if you ask him, he’s immediately down regardless of what he’s doing. The only time that he gets supernaturally and uncontrollably horny is when he goes into rut. At which point...good luck getting his dick out of you.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While Sesshomaru doesn’t really get tired after sex in the same way you do, he does understand when you’re kind of tapped out for the night/day/moment and is more than content to watch you sleep. After a while though, the sounds of your heartbeat and the quiet sounds of your breathing will set him at ease and put him to sleep.

#sesshomaru x reader #sesshomaru imagines #sesshomaru imagine #x reader #inuyasha x reader #inuyasha imagines #black reader #x black reader #idontblushsrry

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searidings · 4 years

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Lena's wardrobe planning must be a nightmare. Every day she has to account for the fact that this might finally be the day she and Kara fuck in a semi-public space

*EDIT: now on ao3 for your thirsty convenience*

“Tell me again what this article’s about?”

She asks it innocently, as if she genuinely can’t remember. As if she hadn’t spent an extra 40 minutes this morning dripping in a towel in the middle of her walk-in closet, determined to select the perfect outfit for this very conversation.

The way Kara’s eyes are glued to the exposed lines of her clavicle as she sits down tells her the extra deliberation was entirely worth it.

“It’s just a puff piece,” Kara says offhandedly, taking a seat on the far side of Lena’s desk. Or at least, she tries to take a seat but misses the chair entirely, pitching forward and almost taking half the contents of Lena’s desk with her. It’s only her superspeed that saves Lena’s water jug from its collision course with the ground and Kara rights it with sweaty fingers that leave faint smudges on the glass, blushing.

“Are you alright, darling?” Lena asks gently, biting her lip to keep from smirking as Kara, redder than a fire hydrant, finally takes her seat.

“Fine,” the blonde manages, only a little strangled. “Sorry. Just— misjudged the, you know. Chair.”

“Distracted?” Lena asks coyly, voice dipping a smooth half-octave lower as she arches an eyebrow.

She watches in barely restrained delight as Kara’s throat works. “No,” the blonde manages after a moment. “Just— busy. Articles, deadlines. You know how it is.” She seems to have regained her footing now, smoothing her hands over her slacks before reaching into her purse for a pad and pen. “The article’s another clickbait piece, basically. Dress for success: the wardrobes of women in power. Andrea’s making me write it.”

Kara’s voice drips with so much disgust that Lena purses her lips in sympathy. “I’m sorry, Kara. If there’s anything I can do—”

“Don’t be silly,” Kara says instantly, face breaking into a shy smile. “It means I get to spend the afternoon with you. And your wardrobe has always been very—” she breaks off, hand gesturing in the air between them as though she might be able to pluck the right word out of the ether. “—impressive,” she finishes with a small swallow, eyes delicately averted from the expanse of creamy skin on display before her.

“You think so?”

“Of course,” Kara says quickly. Her still floundering hand drifts back and forth in the air as if to encompass Lena’s general existence. “I’d ask if you dressed up specially for this interview, but honestly you always look like that.”

“Like that?” Lena repeats, a teasing lilt to her tone. She leans back in her office chair, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her dress. This piece, a deep red off-the-shoulder dress with a V-shaped neckline plunging just enough to be borderline workplace inappropriate, had cost more than a small car and been custom-made and shipped to her from an upscale boutique in Paris. Looking now at Kara’s wide eyes and pink cheeks, every last cent of import tax feels absolutely worth it. “Like what, exactly?”

Kara’s jaw snaps shut with an audible click and she stares down at the pad in her hands with such intensity that Lena absently wonders if the offending paper is about to be laser-visioned.

“Shall we start with the questions, then?” Kara says quickly, clicking her ballpoint pen with enough force that it shatters the entire casing. She stares forlornly down at the plastic shards in her palm until Lena clears her throat, passing another pen to the blonde with a wordless smile.

Kara removes the lid from the offered pen with the delicacy and focus of someone disarming a bomb. “I hope you don’t find this insulting,” she says as she turns to a fresh page, finally meeting Lena’s eyes again. “I mean, you’re one of the greatest minds in the country and I’m here to ask you about your clothes.”

“Not at all. Wardrobe planning is an extremely involved affair,” Lena deadpans, tilting her head to one side and relishing the way Kara’s eyes skate the cut of her jaw. “Quantum mechanics is nothing compared to the challenge of pairing the right shirt with the right jacket.”

“Right,” Kara says absently, her gaze fixed on the regal column of Lena’s bare throat. She’d foregone a necklace this morning and pulled her still-curly hair up into a soft bun for this exact purpose; knowing that her natural waves were Kara’s favourite, but knowing too that a dress like this deserved to be unencumbered by loose hair or jewellery to really reach its full potential.

“So, um,” Kara starts before swallowing hard, reaching for the glass of water waiting for her on the desk and downing its contents in one swift gulp. “What’s your, um, selection process? How would you describe your wardrobe requirements?”

One corner of Lena’s mouth tugs upwards. “As a woman in a male-dominated world, I’ve learned to use my wardrobe as a tool. My clothing has to be professional without appearing intimidating, project confidence without audacity. Visual impressions precede all other business dealings; I can tailor my wardrobe to my audience the way I would tailor a speech or a press release. When done correctly, it helps me get what I want.”

Kara is staring at her in rapt attention, eyes flicking rhythmically between Lena’s eyes and mouth. She hasn’t written a single thing on the pad in her lap.

“And of course, I have to be careful in the lab,” Lena continues, leaning forward to fold her hands together on the desk in front of her and squeezing her arms ever so slightly against the sides of her chest. It’s always prudent to take advantage of one’s strengths, and the plunging neckline of this particular outfit leaves no doubt in Lena’s mind as to which of her assets she should be emphasising right now. “I can’t wear anything that could prove dangerous.”

“Do you do that often?” Kara asks a little dazedly, gaze now focused a solid foot below Lena’s face. “Wear things that are d-dangerous?”

Lena smirks. Kara’s eyes are locked on Lena’s chest, following its gentle rise and fall with a tangible hunger. It lights a fire in Lena. “You tell me.”

The office falls utterly silent, the air between them leaden with tension. Kara’s eyes linger at the juncture where pale skin gives way to deep red fabric for one more aching moment before beginning a torturously slow crawl up Lena’s chest and neck to meet her gaze once more.

The blue eyes that lock back onto hers are dark and greedy, pupils blown wide. The sight sets Lena’s heart thud-thudding in her chest and damn the superhearing that has surely picked up on it, damn the owner of said superhearing whose lips quirk up in a barely-there smirk.

“You know,” Kara starts, pausing as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Lena can’t stop her own eyes from dropping heavy to take in the sight and the blonde’s smirk grows another degree. “I think if I’m going to do this piece justice, I really need to see the full picture.”

Lena can do little more than stare in silent confusion until Kara stands, dropping her pad carelessly onto the chair and rounding the desk to where Lena sits. “Stand up?” she asks in a low voice, holding out a hand. “That looks like a dress that deserves to be properly admired.”

Lena swallows hard against her suddenly dry throat, taking the proffered hand mutely and rising a little unsteadily to her feet. Kara steps closer until they’re toe to toe and Lena’s not even breathing as a tanned hand reaches up and gently releases her hair from its bun, letting dark curls fall freely across her bare shoulders.

But Kara’s hand doesn’t return to her side once it accomplishes its mission. It tugs through the curls now tickling Lena’s neck, the backs of her knuckles dragging lightly against Lena’s throat until she can’t restrain a shiver. It continues its wandering, sliding up the back of Lena’s neck to bury itself fully in her hair, thumb extended to rub at the hinge of Lena’s jaw.

“Is it?” Kara asks quietly, and Lena barely represses an honest-to-god whine at the sensation of the blonde’s breath hitting her lips.

“What?” she whispers, feeling Kara’s thumb shift against her skin.

“Is this outfit helping you get what you want?”

Lena swallows hard, the movement causing Kara’s thumb to slip down her neck until it trips to a stop directly over her thundering pulse. Lena takes a deep, decidedly un-calming breath, and tries with her last shred of rational thought to claw back the control of the situation she had at some point so thoroughly surrendered. “You tell m—”

She doesn’t even get the last word out before Kara’s lips are on hers, hot and insistent and perfect and fucking finally, and Lena just. Gives up. Gives up access to her mouth as soon as Kara’s tongue hits the seam of her lips, gives up trying to hold back her moans when Kara licks in warm and wet, starts sucking on her tongue.

Gives in to the desire, years in the making, to smooth her hands over Kara’s biceps, her broad muscular shoulders. Gives in to the urge to crush their bodies together, to finally feel the delicious press of the toned planes of Kara’s frame against every one of her own curves.

The hand not still buried in Lena’s hair begins charting an exploratory path up Lena’s side, across her ribs, and Lena is grateful for the sheerness of the skin-tight fabric that does nothing to dull the burning trail Kara’s palm is blazing against her skin.

Three things happen then in quick succession: Kara’s wandering fingers reach the underside of Lena’s breast and the sudden contact causes her other hand to tighten its grip in Lena’s hair, tugging sharply. Lena gasps, head falling backwards as a low groan rips from her throat at the slight sting. Kara’s mouth drops hot and wet to Lena’s neck, lips and teeth sucking and scraping over her rocketing pulse until Lena’s writhing against her.

“How long have you wanted this?” Kara pants, trailing kisses across Lena’s jaw and down the curve of her throat. “How long could I have been doing this?”

Lena’s eyelids flutter shut, fingers digging tight into firm shoulders as Kara sucks another mark into the skin above her collarbone. She lingers long enough that Lena knows it will bruise and in this dress, with this amount of skin on display and no way to cover it up, the thought sends a thrill through her that has her arching up into the heat of Kara’s mouth. “Oh, I don’t know,” she answers breathily, tugging Kara closer still. “How long have I been dressing like this?”

It’s Kara who moans then, reaching down to hook her hands under Lena’s thighs and lifting her onto the desk, pressing herself tight between Lena’s spread legs. In the back of her mind, Lena registers an inordinate rush of gratitude toward her past self for booking out three hours for this interview and issuing strict do not disturb instructions to her assistant.

“Gorgeous as this dress is, it’s kind of in the way,” Kara pants, one hand sliding under the hem of the offending material to skim up Lena’s bare thigh. “But it looks expensive, I don’t want to rip it—”

“Rip it,” Lena gasps immediately, tugging Kara’s mouth desperately back to her own. Preserving an item of clothing has never been further from her mind than in this exact moment. And as she’d said to Kara, her wardrobe had always functioned primarily as means to an end.

And what an end this was turning out to be.

#well this got a little away from me #thank you anon and also today's gifset of lena in that low-cut red top for inspiring this #and for helping me get over crippling writer's block #sc #minific #asks #anonymous #dings dot txt

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zambie-trashart · 3 years

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Caught in My Chest 2/2

Marinette looked around her classroom taking her seat in the back and no one even gave her a second glance except Adrien.

"Marinette, since you missed so much class I can help you after school today if you feel up for it," Lila said sweetly before fake wincing. "Or maybe not my port has been acting up lately," Lila said crocodile tears coming to her eyes.

"Port?" Marinette asked and Alya glared at her from the front of the classroom. "Wouldn't that mean you have..." Marinette started holding her right arm where her piccline was.

"Go on Marinette ask her!" Alya yelled holding Lila close.

"But that's, I just..." Marinette started. "I was just discharged from the hospital with Hodgkin's Lymphoma," Marinette finally said and all faces turned toward her.

Never before had Marinette seen the class so mad at her all because of a lie. How Lila had gotten a hold of this information was unexplainable but the fact that she would turn it around was unspeakable. "I can't believe you would say you have cancer just to try and show up Lila Marinette! You know she was recently diagnosed!" Marinette's breath was caught in her chest and she felt like she could never breathe again. Adrien stood up red faced and shaking.

"You're all idiots! Lila has been playing you since day one and the only reason why I haven't said anything is because I didn't have any proof," Adrien said and Marinette looked at her former crush in shock. "If any of you even bothered to do some research you'd know what a monster she is." Lila looked at Adrien angrily.

"What do you mean proof?" Lila asked trying to keep up her hurt persona.

"Medical records," Adrien said slapping them down on the table. "Also the fact that Marinette here has been in a healthy relationship with Damian Wayne for almost a year now and the fact that he is paying for her treatment and housing her after you turned her parents against her is another factor." Lila's face started to turn red.

"You have no right to go through my documents," Lila said picking up the files.

"I mean if there were any there, your bill of health has been clean for years Lila, Marinette's on the other hand not so much," Adrien said. "That's all I needed to say, we can wait and do more have later when Damian gets here but I can't say he'll be as nice about it. Marinette is the only family I have left and I'm not going to let you drag her through the grass anymore," Adrien added going to sit in the back of the classroom next to his friend.

"You didn't have to do that," Marinette said leaning on his shoulder. "But I appreciate it kitten," Marinette said winking and Adrien knew he was busted.

"I'll always be here for you M'lady," Adrien said and class started without delay.

Lunch rolled around and everyone was conflicted, Lila had lied to them about a deadly illness about so much, and Marinette, who they treated like garbage, was the one who was really sick. A large sigh could be heard from the door and two boys with black hair stood in the doorway one pushed sunglasses to the top of his head smiling and the other's face was stone cold.

"Alright, students of Francois Dupont, my name is Dick Grayson and today we're going to be talking about some certain behaviors of slander toward our name," Dick started and the whole lunchroom froze. "Recently we have heard from a patient of our program to help cancer patients around the world that there has been some issues, we are here to clear that up." Students suddenly noticed that he was reading from a screen on his wrist. "I sound like a robot," Dick whispered to Damian who rolled his eyes.

"Furthermore, patient 13078, Marinette Dupain-Cheng of the Wayne Foundation clinic was taken under our care at time 4:37 on March 30, 2021, she was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma and moved to urgent care on April 2, 2021, after a biopsy on the first of April, 180 days of treatment are being provided and paid for in full. Lila Rossi who is not a patient of the Wayne foundation clinic has been seen harassing the patient which can cause stress levels to increase and therefore panic attacks which lead to trouble breathing and a shutting down of her lungs or windpipe in general if Miss. Rossi does not comply with our orders or removal from the school and distance from Miss. Dupain-Cheng, then we will be forced to take more forceful action..." Dick continued.

"Is this really necessary? Just stop messing with my girlfriend and apologize you assholes," Damian said and Dick sighed putting his arm down.

"Marinette, we know that things will never be the same but we're here to fight this with you," Alya said and Marinette felt tears well up in her eyes. Even if these people had been nothing but cruel to her she still wanted their support.

"We'll help you in any way we can dudette," Nino said wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"That really means a lot guys but I need time to get over this with people who are truly going to be at my side, I'll appreciate everything you do though," Marinette said getting up and walking over to Damian with Adrien following close behind.

"You did what you thought was right beloved," Damian said and Marinette just smiled sadly. Damian looked over her head at Adrien who stared right back. "I think I know someone who might be able to make us all feel a little happier during this time, I'll see what I can do," Damian said leaving the superhero duo together to call a friend who could certainly bring the sunshine into Marinette's life again.

"A lot is about to change kitty," Marinette said holding the blond's hand watching Damian talk on the phone.

"180 days of fun M'lady," Adrien responded and suddenly a boy landed next to Damian and ran over to Marinette.

"Ready to kick some ass future Mrs. Wayne?" the boy asked and Marinette just chuckled blushing. She could already feel the weight being lifted off her shoulders.

The first few weeks were hard, she had to work to stay awake and study, keeping up with others was becoming a challenge.

The second month was painful but then again there was poison in her body constantly being flushed in and out.

The third month, radiation started, she was scared but she knew it had to be done.

Month four, she was almost done they said maybe even healed soon.

Once they had the caner isolated, she just had to have that laser there and then, hopefully, it would all be over.

Marinette had 180 days of meeting Damian's self-proclaimed best friend Jon by her side being whatever he needed her to be, she had the best partner she could ask for who was there to talk to her whenever she was scared, and she had Damian, her rock in the ocean.

When Marinette went into the doctors office and read off her paperwork, tears flooded her eyes as she bit her lip trying to contain her smile.

She was cured. Sixteen years old and she fought cancer and won.

She walked into school looking at the anxious faces of her peers.

"I've wanted to tell you something that I've known since the beginning of treatment, I'm moving to America after this was over, there's something about being here that makes me feel tied down. I did it, I fought and won a war far bigger than myself but somehow there's still something that I feel like I need to do or say, like there's something caught in my chest," Marinette said smiling sadly. "Lila never said anything, and that's what stings the most but I know I leave you guys as better people and you'll never make the same mistakes again, I want you to know I forgive you, every one of you." Marinette looked over her classmates one last time eyeing their expressions of tear-filled faces. "I have a flight to catch, bug out," Marinette said taking Damian's hand and walking past Jon and Adrien at the door and out of the school.

For the first time in a long time, Marinette felt her heart flutter as she took a deep breath and got on the plane.

a/n: This was such a hard story to write for me and I'm so happy to anyone who is reading and hope you enjoyed this experience. It has actual factual information in it and maybe you might have even learned something which would be cool huh? I hope to end up like Marinette in the next 163 days. thank you for reading

-Zambie

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softmafia · 3 years

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I’m not quite sure if your taking any requests but I had a thought, what about hisoka with a s/o that has to ware something similar to mandalorian armor or something like that?

I’m going to be honest, I never seen the mandalorian or anything star wars(?) related, BUT the armor does look super cool!! I hope I didn’t butcher this request too much considering my limited knowledge.

Knight in futuristic armor

warnings: nsfw themes, its nothing too intense or descriptive but if you’re sensitive to that stuff then don’t scroll forth.

fem y/n(sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted, OP)

Hisoka had been sparring with Y/n for what felt like hours, he wasn’t complaining; however. In fact he wanted to continue for as long as possible just so he could fully see what Y/n was capable of, all of the gadgets and abilities her armor held excited him and left him wanting more. He licked his lips, a card between his index and middle finger, “My, my~ I’ve never met a lady with such battle gear~” he commented, licking the edge of the card, “But I do wonder~”

With a swift leap, he flipped over her, close enough to where he could remove her helmet and see the face of who he was fighting. And just like his knight in shining armor, gorgeous flowing hair fell to her shoulders, along with the most beautiful features he had ever seen. Hisoka was so taken aback he almost fell backwards, a small red hue wiped across his cheeks, but not enough to be noticed, “Ooh~ you should keep this off more often~” Hisoka smiled, holding the helmet under his arms.

Y/n became dumbfounded, her hands flying to her face, “Damn it, Morrow!!” She growled. Hisoka chuckled and walked towards her, “Am i the only one with the privilege of getting to see such a beauty~?” He brought his hand up, his thumb stroking her cheek. Y/n frowned and grabbed her helmet from his arms, “Unfortunately, yes.” She said as she attached her helmet back on to her head, “As a soldier I’m required to wear this at all times.” Hisoka placed a hand up to his mouth in wonder, “Interesting~ there are more like you~?”

Y/n nodded, “Yup. There are women stationed all around the world but that’s all I can tell you, the rest is strictly confidential.” She looked up at him and put her hands on her hips. Hisoka’s eyes shifted, smirking lewdly, “If you’re this beautiful I could only imagine the body you’re hiding from me~” he purred gutturally, making Y/n roll her eyes, “All of your muscles, hips~” he licked his lips, “That beautiful chest hiding beneath here~” he reached his hand out to touch at her chest plate, which she swiftly grabbed his wrist and held it tightly. Y/n laughed and shook her head, “Don’t even think about it, redhead.”

Hisoka grinned, but they both know damn well he was going to think about it, and thinking about it he was. The look in his eyes spoke for himself, Y/n couldn’t help but blush, “You’re so..” she started, then turned away to laugh. Hisoka gawked over her cute laugh for a moment before he leaned in close to her, blowing some air onto her visor, fogging it up so he could draw a little heart with the tip of his nail. Y/n’s heart pounded, she was blushing so hard it started to get hot underneath her armor, she cursed at herself over falling or such a cliche act and quickly wiped the visor clean, “I don’t understand how Zoldyck puts up with you.”

“Who says he does~?” Hisoka placed his hands on either side of her helmet as he brought her close to his chest, then leaned down and placed a kiss atop of the headpiece. Y/n’s jaw hung open, “Woah-what are you doing?!” Hisoka smiled against the metal, then popped her helmet off again, holding it above her head. Y/n yelled and punched him hard in the chest, only met with laughter as Hisoka stumbled back, then turned and ran away with her helmet. Y/n powered her gauntlet-laser-thing and ran towards him at full speed,

“Morrow get back here!!”

#hunter x hunter #hisoka morrow #hunter x 2011 #hxh hisoka #hisoka headcanons #hisoka morrow x reader #hxh #hxh imagines #hisoka x reader #hisoka x y/n

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princessofguineapigs · 3 years

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skater!tom x reader, smut, fluff

warnings: unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m receiving), fingering, spitting kink, degradation, bdsm elements, yeah so, read with care

summary: Tom is a skateboarder trying out for the X Games, Y/N is his supportive girlfriend. Mostly, I wrote this for the sex. Tom is both a dom and a simp for his princess.

words: 2.4 k

Tom was reviewing the footage his friend had shot of him skating at the park. For months, he’d been trying to capture his skills on camera so he could submit them to the X Games. He’d worked his butt off to master the laser flip and finally caught it on camera. The trouble was, Tom was now obsessively playing the recording back and nitpicking his own form.

You draped your body over the couch from behind so you could rest your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder and see what he was watching.

“Can you show me how to do that?” you asked.

“Mmmm, if you want.” Tom twisted around to pull you over the side of the couch. You snuggled into him, inhaling the scent of clove and bourbon that made up his cologne. Tom rewound the video again, focusing on the placement of his feet when he pressed play again. You watched with him. “Wow. Babe, you really are good at that.”

Tom sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “It’s not good enough. It’s sloppy. I should be practicing more right now.” He stood and you admired the way he looked. His gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, his t-shirt showed off his muscles, and his snapback was giving you the urge to drop to your knees.

Tom threw on a pair of sneakers and his Thrasher hoodie, then grabbed his board that was propped up in the hallway. “I can show you now, if you want? I really feel like I should spend a few more hours at the skatepark. Then I’ll be able to relax with you.”

“Let’s go,” you said, eager to learn about Tom’s passion.

At the park, Tom popped one earbud in, letting the other hang down and took to the half-pipe. You watched him do a few tricks, which never failed to leave you in awe. His concentration was intense and Tom was completely in the zone.

When he was finished showing off for you, Tom gave you his board to try. With a bit more confidence than you should have, you got on and pushed off to travel a few yards. And then you promptly fell on your butt. Tom was at your side in an instant. “Are you hurt?” You shook your head. “Only my pride.”

Your boyfriend helped you to your feet and pretended to brush dirt off your butt. It was obvious to you that Tom just wanted to touch your ass. Sweetly, he kissed the knuckles on your left hand as if he weren’t just having sinful thoughts.

Tom steadied you on the skateboard, then stepped lightly onto it with you. He placed one foot in between yours and the other on the outside of your right foot. His shaggy hair is a bit sweaty, and the ends stick to his forehead, but he’s still adorable. To keep your balance, you rested your hands on his chest and his arms snaked around your lower back.

You tilted your head up, eagerly seeking a kiss. Tom was a step ahead of you and his lips were already poised to meet yours. He tasted sugar sweet and the kiss was gentle. You sank into the heat of his embrace before he broke the kiss.

“Now, this time, bend your knees a bit. The lower you are to the ground, the better control you have of your balance,” Tom advised, stepping off the board.

You absorbed the tips Tom gave you and over the course of the next few hours, you reached the respectable skateboarding level of only falling off every other time. By the end of it though, your thighs, knees, and feet were aching. Tom actually carried you back to the car.

Watching Tom do something he was talented at really turned you on. For Tom, getting to share the hobby he was dedicated to and having you be interested in it was super hot.

“You looked really cute on my skateboard,” Tom said when you walked through the door.

You bit your lip coyly and said, “There’s something else of yours I’d like to ride.”

“I think you should take your clothes off, darling,” Tom commented. Once you had stripped, Tom gently guided you to a seat on the couch. Once you were naked, Tom knelt down in front of you. With soft, slightly moist lips, Tom kissed up your ankle to your calf to your thigh.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

You whimpered, totally desperate in your aroused state. “Can I please suck your cock, sir?” It was humiliating to ask to pleasure him, but it only served to make your wetness drip onto the cushions.

“Because you begged so nicely,” Tom said, pulling down his sweats.

You opened your salivating mouth to invite him between your lips. In the next moment, your mouth was full of cock and your tongue tasted saltiness.

“Good little whore,” Tom praised. He plunged in and out of your drooling mouth. “Get me wet so I can stretch my pussy.” Tom’s dick explored the depths of your mouth and ventured slightly into your throat, causing you to gag. The tightening sensation pulled Tom right to the center of pleasure. “That’s enough. I want your cunt,” Tom said, pulling out of your mouth and slapping your face with his cock. “Bedroom.”

You took up your usual position for doggy style, right in the center of the mattress. “Looks like my pussy is already wet,” Tom noted, running a finger through your folds. “Stay right like that.” You found yourself clenching while you waiting for his thick cock to enter you. The air was knocked out of you and you fell to your elbows when Tom pushed inside. His tool was formidable and the bulbous tip stretched you open an inch at a time.

While Tom railed you from behind you were overwhelmed with pleasure. His cock head nudged your spot over and over, sending you to euphoria. “You like that, princess?” Tom asked with his hand lightly on your throat.

You lost yourself in the waves of pleasure and soon it was too late. You came without permission or remorse. Since Tom’s dick was pounding you from behind, you didn’t see the cruel grin that overtook his face. He thought about what wicked punishments he could inflict on your for your bad behavior.

Nipple clamps were an option. So was the clit clamp. That one would be worse now that your clit was engorged and oversensitive. The thought made Tom cum on the spot.

He filled you quickly, then pulled out and flipped you onto your back.

“Do you know what you did wrong?” he asked you.

Did wrong? You thought you had been pleasing to him. He had just orgasmed.

“I’ll tell you. You came without asking. What does that mean for you, Y/N?”

In a small voice you answered, “I need to be punished.”

“That’s right.” Tom opened the top drawer of the nightstand to search for his preferred torture device. He held the clit clamp up for you to see and your eyes widened in fear.

“No! Tom, no! Please,” you begged.

“You can take it. It’s just for a few minutes.” His tone was slightly mocking. You instinctively closed your legs, but Tom pried them apart. It was evident that no amount of begging was going to save you. Sinking into subspace, you humbled yourself and submitted to your deserved punishment. The clamp bit into your sensitive bud and you screamed out.

“I have work to do and I’ll need my full concentration,” Tom said. “So I’ll need you to be quiet.” He attached a ball gag to your head and forced it between your lips. The tears leaking from your eyes mimicked the saliva already dripping down your chin. Tom kissed your forehead softly. “Thanks for the fuck, baby. Be good now.”

The second Tom left the room you wanted to beg him to come back. Unfortunately, your mouth was occupied. The minutes dragged slowly while you endured your punishment.

At long last, Tom returned. He reached to undo the clit clamp and said, “This might hurt a bit, love.” The second he removed it, you squealed into the gag as blood rushed into your clit.

“You took it so well, baby,” Tom said, unbuckling the gag. “Bet you even learned your lesson.”

“Yes, Tommy.”

Tom stroked your face. “I didn’t even have to restrain you. I’m so proud of you, angel.” He kissed your cheek. “Did you have fun at the park today?” he asked as you put your clothes back on.

“Yeah, I like when you teach me things,” you answered.

“Next time, I’ll show you how to ollie,” Tom said.

You walked to the edge of the bed where Tom was seated and circled your arms around his neck and shoulders. Tom pulled you close and placed a tender kiss behind your ear. “I finally figured out what I was doing wrong,” he said. “I played the video back a few more times. I wasn’t popping my ankles up at the right time, so the tricks weren’t as clean.”

“Do you want me to film you for your X Games submission tomorrow? Now that you’ve figured it out?” you asked.

Tom smiled. “You’d do that?”

“Of course. It’ll be good practice for my future film directing career,” you teased.

He placed a kiss on your temple. “You’re the best, babe. I want to spend every day with you. Hell, I’d give up skateboarding if it meant I could do that.”

“Tom, I never want you to give up your passion. You can half both. Besides,” you slide your hands down his chest, “there are more practical ways to ensure you see me every day.”

Tom’s lips curved upward and he moved his hands lower on your waist. “Are you proposing to me, princess?”

You shoved his shoulder lightly. “In your dreams. You’ll have to do the work for once.”

“But I do the work in bed, darling,” Tom quipped.

You straddled his lap. “That you do.”

Tom left adoring kisses on your neck. “How bout a cup of tea, angel?”

You shifted in his lap and giggled. “Do extreme skateboarders make their girlfriends tea?” you quizzed.

“Only when the tea is poured in flowery china.” Tom’s fingers rubbing soothingly on the small of your back made you melt. He leaned in for a passionate kiss and your fingers made their way to his soft hair. You could feel the love pouring out of Tom as he kissed you possessively and held you protectively. His hands snuck under your hoodie and you pulled away. “I think you’ve had enough for today, mister,” you chided.

Tom whined and made a pouty face. “You said I could have tea,” you reminded him. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “Of course, darling. Gotta give my pretty girl what she wants.”

Abruptly, Tom stood and the legs that had been straddling him wrapped around his waist. He carried you to the kitchen and set you on the counter with his palms flat on the marble on either side of you. He leaned in for yet another kiss, trapping you between his body and the cabinets. His large hands moved to the tops of your thighs, exposed beneath the hoodie. “How’s your little clitty, princess?” “Better,” you whispered.

Tom left his spot between your legs to put the kettle on. Then, he sauntered back to you and said, “Where were we?” Boldly, he snuck a hand under the hem of your hoodie and fished out your panties, sliding them over your thighs. He pressed the pad of his finger between the folds of your heat and tsked. “Already wet?” he questioned.

“I’m always wet with you, Tommy.” You blushed madly. “Whenever I look at you or think about you and it’s not even sexual thoughts. I’m just so damn attracted to you, babe. You’re so sweet and kind.”

Tom dipped the finger from your folds into his mouth and sucked briefly to savor your taste. “So you’re not just a slut that’s constantly wet.”

“No, Tommy, only for you.”

This pleased him. “My personal slut then.” He grinned. “So many holes for my exclusive use.” Your pussy trembled at that. Tom tapped your lips with his finger. “Open.” You obeyed and he spat a large glob of saliva onto your vulnerable tongue. “Hold it in your mouth until you cum,” he commanded.

At first you were confused, but then Tom worked two fingers into your core. He expertly dipped them in and out slowly to get you worked up. Steadily, he massaged your g-spot, causing you to moan behind your closed lips. A tingling warmth spread from your cunt out to your lower abdomen and thighs.

Tom’s fingers danced from you pussy hole to your clit. You wanted more, needed more. He gave it to you, rubbing figure eights on your bud with his wet finger. Your toes curled when he got in a rhythm on that spot before returning to your opening. One stroke at a time, Tom coaxed your orgasm from you, opting to keep his thumb on your clit while his other fingers moved in and out. Your walls felt so sensitive and they tightened on his digits.

“So responsive,” Tom praised.

Tom gave you a cocky smile and you were conscious of his spit still on your tongue. “Make your pretty pussy cum now, I want to feel it on my fingers,” Tom said. He forced his fingers deeper and you erupted on them, soaking him to the knuckles. Simultaneously, you swallowed the gift he’d left in your mouth just as he’d instructed.

“Fuck, baby, you squirted,” Tom said, thoroughly impressed with himself. He helped you off the counter and grabbed a dish cloth to clean up the mess. When he’d finished wiping up, the tea kettle whistled. He went to tend to it as you picked your panties up off the floor and slide them back into place over your satisfied cunt.

When you turned back to your boyfriend, he presented you with a steaming cup of earl grey. The two of you sat down with the warm beverages and you said to him, “You know, I have a good feeling about this tape. I think the judges will be impressed.”

“You think so?” Tom looked at your hopefully. Even doms needed reassurance outside the bedroom.

“Tommy,” you took his hand in yours. “You’re an incredible skater and you work really hard. Anyone who watches your tape will see how talented you are.” You squeezed his hand. “Plus, there’s no way they won’t pick you with my filming skills,” you teased.

Tom kissed you firmly and lovingly. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, skater boy.

#tom holland smut #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #skater!tom #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland oneshot

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foodieforthoughts · 4 years

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Sand and Stars - Chapter Eight

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, foul language, mentions of war, military technicalities (thread with caution)

A/N: Dum, Dum, DUM!!! We are finally here! The smutty part of the series is here and also an added twist in the end. I hope you guys like it because we are almost reaching the end. And as always a massive thank you to the wonderful beta @thelastsock who's been a huge help. Also, thank you to @cheyentjj for suggesting an appropriate face claim for Liv, Julianne Hough is the only one I’ll see as Liv now.

<Chapter Seven

Title: Chapter Eight

Sy grumbled as he stared at himself in the mirror. His buzz cut was growing out and his beard was becoming scrawnier. He turned his head to the side, grazing his finger over the cut he had over his cheekbone. He had no idea how he had even gotten bruised like that. He wasn’t one to have an opinion on how he looked, but now that he had a woman in his life, he was suddenly more mindful.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sy turned around to grab his t-shirt from the back of the chair. His eye caught the silver chain lying on the table. He grabbed it in his hand, turning the medal in his palm. Liv always wore it but somehow, she had forgotten about it today. Sy was not religious or superstitious but he liked the idea that Liv’s friend cared about her enough to gift her something to keep her safe all the time.

Placing the chain back on the table, Sy couldn't help but think about what he had going on with Liv since the night she had spent in his room. He felt their relationship had evolved; she was opening up to him, telling him about her life, letting him in. Although, his heart had ached when she had told him about her family.

Sy had his arm draped over Liv, his fingers entwined with hers. Her back against his chest, her head resting on his extended arm. It was the third night in a row when Liv had come knocking on his door. He didn’t question her, only embraced her and cuddled her to sleep.

“Are you still awake?” He had whispered that night, not wanting to disturb the silence.

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask you something?” When she nodded, he continued. “What did you mean by ‘no one’s waiting for you back home’?”

Sy stared at the back of her head. He had been meaning to ask her about it for a while, but the moment never seemed right. He was almost certain she wasn’t going to answer when Liv sighed.

“My dad always wanted a son.” She adjusted against him, pulling his arm tighter around her. “He’s a real estate broker and has made a fortune out of it. He always had the idea that a son would be the one he would pass the mantle to.”

Sy scoffed. “That’s misogynistic.”

“Yeah, that’s my dad.” Liv sighed. “After I was born, he was clearly disappointed. He took his frustration out on mom, he treated her very badly. In turn, she took it out on me. So, I never really spent time with them as much. When my brother was born, my father was overjoyed and showered my mother with all his love, and she decided to dedicate her life to my brother’s upbringing. When my grandma asked me if I wanted to move in with her, I didn’t even put up a fight, and neither did they.”

“Baby,” Sy turned her in his arms to face him. Liv’s eyes held sorrow but there were no tears. Sy wondered if she had grown so accustomed to being neglected by her parents, she didn’t even feel anything more than disappointment. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. If they wouldn’t have treated me the way they did, I wouldn’t have become the person I am today. I probably wouldn’t have even joined the army.” She placed her hand on his cheek, smiling weakly. “How would I have met you?”

Sy smiled to himself. He had kissed her after that, feeling immensely happy for having her in his life. He would have never imagined meeting an incredible woman like Liv while being out in the desert. Sometimes he wondered if he was falling for her.

“Hey!” Liv announced, opening the door wide. She had a huge smile on her face, her skin slick with sweat and her eyes blown wide with exhilaration. “Pepps’s going to tell you everything, but I was so excited to tell you first.”

Sy raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. He could see Liv practically bouncing on her toes as she rubbed her hands together. He watched as she closed the door and walked up to him to give a chaste kiss on his lips.

“You know we’ve been trying to get more people on our side,” she pulled her jacket off, draping it neatly over the chair. She plopped down on the bed, crossing her legs and smiling widely up at Sy. “We just got someone on the inside.”

“What do you mean?”

“You told me we have intel that there’s a new leader for the militants, I suggested we should try someone to infiltrate the group. Mahmoud fixed us with a young man who is on our side but will provide us information about the militant activities.”

Sy was impressed. He had approved Pepps for trying to recruit Mahmoud’s man, but Liv had no knowledge about it. He wanted to see how much effort Liv was ready to put into getting the job done. He felt even prouder and in awe of his woman every time he saw her in action.

“Also,” She straightened her leg and fished out a trimmer from her pocket. “I managed to get it from a barber shop at the village.”

Sy smirked with a naughty thought entering his mind. “Want a trim? Maybe I could help.”

Liv rolled her eyes at him and started detangling the wires from the trimmer. “Just FYI, I got everything laser removed. So, it’s smooth like butter down there.”

Sy felt his mouth go dry with the new revelation. He couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild, thinking exactly about having his mouth on the aforementioned part of Liv's body. Explicit was often where his thoughts went when he had her in his arms lately. Her body fit wonderfully in his, arranged in his arms like a perfectly matched puzzle piece. Each night he fought the urge to wake her and make love to her then and there.

“Okay, soldier. I can practically hear your thoughts.” She snickered, pointing at his crotch. He grumbled adjusting his pants that had tightened under the inevitable effect of his filthy ideas. “And this for you. I see how you keep looking at your hair and your beard. I could give you a buzz.”

Sy scoffed, grabbing his gun from the table and putting it in his thigh holster. “I’ll get it done from someone else.”

“Sy, I’m tired and I have only three hours until I have to go to my post. So please, get your ass here.” She bent down to wave her hand over the floor. She plugged in the trimmer on the socket above the bed. She looked at him expectantly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

“If anything goes wrong, we’ll just shave it all.” Sy muttered and sat down on the floor, resting his back against the metal frame of his bed. He grimaced as the familiar buzzing of the trimmer started behind him. With the touch of the old blades of the device, Sy winced involuntarily.

“Stop it.” Liv warned, holding onto his shoulder and running the trimmer along his neck. “I know what I’m doing, Captain J.A. Syverson.”

Sy groaned on hearing his full name. Liv staying in his room meant she noticed personal things about him. She had looked through his trunk for a spare t-shirt and casually asked him about his initials written on the metal box. He knew at some point she ought to know about his first name, but he was perfectly fine with being known by his last name for the time being.

“I figured it out by the way.” He could hear the glee in her voice over the buzzing of the machine. “Why did you never tell me your name's John Andrew?” She giggled, brushing the hairs out of his t-shirt.

“I was getting to it.” He mumbled bringing his legs up and resting his arms on them. “Who told you?”

“I’m not going to rat out my informant.” Liv tapped him on his shoulder and indicated him to look up. She trimmed the hair on the top of his head with her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth in concentration. Sy smiled at her adorable face, his fingers itched to touch her. She kissed the top of his head when she noticed his smile, moving onto his side burns next.

He tried to look at her from the corner of his eyes while she trimmed his hair. Everything about this situation felt so domestic. He had no clue he had yearned for something like this, only feeling it now he was experiencing it. It felt blissful and satisfying. Sy also felt delighted about Liv’s cheerful attitude and watching her be her previous self was like a breath of freshness in the stale air of grief that surrounded her.

“All done.” Liv announced. She dusted off the hair, turning his head from side to side to check her work. “Part-time at the local salon has finally paid off.”

Sy was about to stand up to look in the mirror when a knock sounded on the door. Pats, from his men, pushed open the door. A cigarette hung from his mouth, his dark beard scraggly and long. Sy jutted his chin for him to speak, looking himself in the mirror and being content with the way Liv had trimmed his hair.

“Call from the base.” Pats informed, throwing a casual wave towards Liv before heading out into the corridor.

“Duty calls, Captain.” Liv yawned, sniffling and settling down on his bed. “Wake me up when you come back?” She yawned again as she pulled the blanket over her body.

“You’re going to sleep here?” Sy questioned as he walked back to Liv. He smiled as Liv nodded, pulling the blanket up to her nose. Sy looked down at her, smiling as he observed her bundled up on his bed. For the first time in his entire military career, he wanted to neglect his job and just curl up next to Liv. “How do I thank you for a job well done?”

Sy noted how Liv bit her lip between her teeth, looking up at him with mischief dancing in her eyes. She closed her eyes and brought her arm to rest on her forehead. “I’m sure you can come up with something.” She whispered sensuously, peeking at him from underneath her arm.

Sy felt his throat go dry again as several ideas popped up in his head. He cleared his throat and leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. “Will do, ma’am.” He said, stealing another kiss and walking out the room. He looked down at his wrist watch, anticipation already brewing for when he could get back to her.

***

Liv groaned as the voices of men from the other room disturbed her sleep once again. It was a hefty price to pay for being a light-sleeper and living around men who could be boisterous when need be. She turned around to face the wall and pulled Sy’s blanket closer to her face. She breathed in the faint smell of his musk, imagining him to be lying next to her. Habituation was a bitch because she couldn’t get a good sleep until she had Sy’s arms around her.

The door to his room creaked open, alerting her of another presence. She half turned her body to look behind as she heard the door lock and found Sy in the process of removing his holster.

“Back already?” She looked at her wrist watch and noted she still had plenty of time until she had to go to her post. “What did base want-” Her question was cut short as Sy kneeled down next to the bed and captured her lips for a heated kiss. She gasped as he pulled the blanket off her body and threw it unceremoniously on the floor. Without breaking the contact between their lips, Sy climbed on the bed over Liv, capturing her between his limbs.

When they broke away to take a breath, Liv placed her hands on his chest. “What was that?”

“I’m thankin’ ya.” His accent came out prominent and his voice grew huskier. Liv noted how far his pupils were blown as lust overtook his darkening orbs. Running his tongue over his lower lip, Sy leaned down again to kiss her while pulling at her t-shirt tucked in her pants.

Liv’s heart skipped a beat when Sy’s warm calloused hand touched her bare stomach. She arched her back to let Sy pull the t-shirt off her head. She moaned as Sy let his lips travel down the side of her neck, pausing to suck at an erogenous zone which made her toes curl. She grabbed at his t-shirt, tugged at it and helped Sy discard it, adding to the pile of clothes on the floor. She took a moment to marvel at his furry chest, raking her nails over his torso and down to his belly. Her core quivered as she eyed the hairy line that travelled down the middle of his stomach, disappearing beneath his belt.

“I want you so badly right now.” Sy breathed, resuming his work on Liv’s neck, his beard leaving a tingling sensation as it grazed her skin. She reached between their bodies and worked at his belt with an unrestrained urgency. His erection was already beginning to strain against the fabric of his pants, rubbing on her lower abdomen as he moved down to her chest. “I want to fuck you so hard.” He growled against her chest, pulling her bra down to expose her hardened nipples.

Liv gasped as Sy latched onto her nub, sucking at it and grabbing at her other breast. She closed her eyes, drowning herself in pleasure as Sy lavished attention on her tits, sucking and groping each in turn. She palmed Sy through his pants, getting a groan in response that vibrated against her chest. He bucked his hip down, rubbing his crotch against her hand which jostled against her own groin, sending a jolt of excitement throughout her body.

With sweaty hands, she tugged at his pants and pulled them down his hips. Sy shimmed himself out of them and kicked it down to join the discarded clothes. Liv licked her lips, grabbing at Sy’s hardening length which pulled a throaty moan from him. She gulped as she stroked his cock, her fingers unable to fist it entirely in her hand. Sy travelled down her chest leaving kisses along the trail. Her body shivered with what was to come as Sy hurriedly bared her to his gaze.

Lying under Sy’s lascivious stare, Liv’s core throbbed, her stomach fluttered as she felt exposed and vulnerable. She clenched her thighs together as the warmth from her cheeks travelled down to her chest. Sy licked his lips with desire blazing in his eyes. He leaned down again to kiss along her thigh, tickling her with his scruff and nudging her legs apart with his hands. She watched with baited breath, craning her neck to look between her thighs as Sy kissed his path to her mound. Her thighs shuddered as his warm breath washed over her drenched hole. She clutched at the sheets with the anticipation of feeling his mouth on her.

“Get to it already.” Liv pleaded. She could feel Sy smirking against her for which she wanted to just shove his face on her need when suddenly he ran his tongue over her slit. “Fuck.” She rasped as an exquisite pleasure consumed her body. She couldn’t help but moan as Sy pulled her tender folds apart with his fingers, opening her up to him as he lapped at her with voracious hunger.

“You taste delicious, Liv.” He cooed while stopping to pepper kisses on her inner thigh, his finger rimming her clenching pussy. Liv was aware of the many men littered around the compound, some even in the adjacent room. She bit her lip from stopping herself to cry out like a wanton whore as Sy thrusted a thick digit inside her. She grabbed at his shoulder, digging her nails in his skin as he returned to flick his tongue over her clit.

Liv was a squirming mess as Sy worked around her cunt, devouring her with a carnal need and thrusting his finger inside her with fervor. She brought her other hand to her exposed breast, pinching her nipples between her fingers. It wasn’t like Liv was a virgin, but she had to admit she had never felt so overwhelmed by a man eating her out. A strained moan escaped her lips as Sy added another finger and pumped them together, curling them inside her to rub against her swollen bundle of nerves. She could briefly feel his mouth sucking at her sensitive nub, nibbling at it momentarily before licking it.

“Sy.” She groaned. The knot in her belly was tense with her impending orgasm that Sy was trying to draw out from her. She gasped with widened eyes when a third finger entered her tight hole, Sy scissoring them while plunging them in and out of her. It was too much for her to take and with an unrestrained groan she came against his fingers, her body trembling under the intensity of her orgasm.

She laid spent on the bed, sweat covering her skin as ripples of aftershock travelled down her body. Sy licked her clean, placing a gentle kiss on her clit and climbing up to her face. She looked at him with a weak smile, noticing the grin on his lips under his wet whiskers.

“Fuck me, Sy.” She instructed raggedly. Sy leaned down to take her lips in his, her taste lingering on his lips and tongue. She took a shuddering breath as he lined his throbbing cock against her dripping entrance. In one swift move Sy entered her with a grunt, splitting her with his girth and drawing out a sinful moan from the pair. The tip of his cock rubbed against the apex of her womb, teasing it as he moved his hips to pull himself out before plunging inside her again.

“God, you feel so good.” Sy groaned as he began pounding into her with vigor. “I won’t last long.” He warned, laying over her body and bringing his arms underneath her back. He circled her lithe waist with his strong, wide arms as he mercilessly thrusted into her every time reaching up to the hilt, the metal frame of their bed rattling with Sy's thrusts. The sounds outside had faded into nothing, only the wet sound of skin on skin and rhythmic moans reached their ears.

Liv wound her arms around his neck kissing him deeply with a ravenous need to feel every inch of his body. “Cum inside me.” She breathed against his mouth, looking into his eyes with fervent desire. She could feel the unmistakable coiling in her lower belly as Sy’s pelvis ground against her sensitive clit. She knew Sy was close as his thrusts became frantic and his grunts became louder, chasing his release.

Liv dug her face in his neck as another wave of euphoria washed over her making her cry out in ecstasy. Her walls clenched around his pulsating cock and with a guttural, animalistic groan, Sy jerked his hips one last time as he finally reached his release. She felt his release painting her walls, milking him for every drop. The warmth pooling inside her mirroring the warmth pooling in her chest as she regarded Sy above her.

Sy lay over her, careful not to crush Liv with his weight. As he caught his breath, he made to move away but Liv placed her hands on his taut buttocks. halting his movement.

“Stay inside me.” She pleaded with him. Tears pricked at her eyes, her senses overwhelmed with the profound, all consuming passion she had experienced moments ago. Sy looked up at her, his sweat slicked skin sliding against hers. A soft smile lifted the corners of his lips as his eyes focused on hers.

“I’ve never fallen for someone so hard and so fast.”

Liv stared at him, astonished at his words. She blinked, trying to understand if she was hearing him right. She was at a loss of words, confused and consumed with the fluttering in her chest. She could hear the rapid beating of her heart in her ears as the moments ticked by.

Sy reached up to cup her cheek, sympathy shining in his eyes at the overwhelmed woman in front of him. “You don’t have to say it back, but I think I love you.” He grazed his lips gently over hers, the carnal desire from before replaced with delicate emotion. The silent kiss they shared was soft and placid, enveloping Liv in an unknown tranquillity. “And to answer your question from earlier, base is sending more people here.” he added, with a cheeky smile.

***

Liv gazed at Sy while being seated from across him in his office. He was looking over the papers about the new team arriving later in the day. He wasn’t thrilled about accommodating more people, grumbling about how they worked better in a small unit. She bit her lip as the memories of their frenzied lovemaking from only a few hours earlier came to her mind. There was a huge hickey on her chest which tingled with her heating cheeks.

“Stop staring, Liv.” He mumbled, not even glancing up at her and reaching out to his cup of coffee.

“I’m not staring. I’m admiring.” She teased. She stood up, grabbing her gun from his table and slinging the strap over her shoulder. “Stop stressing about the new people.” She walked up to him and placed a kiss on top of his head. “I’m going to head out.”

“Stay safe.” He called out, shuffling the papers around.

“Be nice.” She winked at him when he looked up.

Liv walked out into the compound with a bounce in her step. Ever since Sy had told her he loved her, she felt elated. She knew she felt something for him but was confused if she liked him or was it love. She didn’t want to mislead him with false promises, waiting to make sure what she felt for him was indeed ‘love’. She'd made that mistake before.

Pepps greeted her near their Humvee. She had grown accustomed to the man’s company and respected him for his skills as a soldier and a negotiator. He tipped his cap at her, pulling his gun up from the hood of the vehicle. “It’s going to be a good day.” He commented before rounding out to the other side and getting into the car.

After an entire day of talking to various men and women who supported their help, Liv was content with their progress in increasing local assistance. One lady had offered her home-made lunch which had smelled delicious but owing to protocols, she had to decline. She had been ecstatic with the new information they had gathered from the informant about the militant leader which was apparent by the bouncing of her leg with impatience.

When they arrived at the camp, Liv noticed the new Humvees parked out front with new faces greeting them at the gate.

“Guess they are here.” Pepps announced, driving their car to an empty spot.

Liv noticed Sloan jogging up to her hurriedly. She alighted the car but was quickly held by the shoulders by the blonde. “You are not prepared for this.” She warned, turning her head to look behind her.

“What-?” Liv questioned but was rendered speechless as her eyes followed Sloan’s line of sight.

It was like the air from her lungs had been punched out. She felt her limbs become cold as a bead of chilling sweat dribbled down her forehead. She gulped as with pressed lips she stared at the one person she did not expect to see, not until she was on leave again. It was like god was laughing at her and plotting to twist her life as she watched both Sy and Alex walk towards her.

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h0rr0r-enthusiast · 4 years

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would you consider rambling about asa or jesse? I'm interested in what you have in mind for them

alright i’ve been pushing this off for ages for no good reason so here’s that long awaited list of random hcs about jesse ,, i only have a couple hcs about asa so i think i’d rather rewatch his films or read more about him before i write about him,, until then enjoy this

(uh this will probably get a bit long)

Jesse Cromeans Headcanons

- first things first, the is mf is bi. i don’t make the rules. this guy swf doesn’t care about gender but if u ask him about his sexuality he will either refuse to answer (he probably feels he’s too old for labels) or start askin if ur interested

- idk why but im convinced he's half or a quarter puerto rican. i just feel like his mom was puerto rican and married his dad when she was really young. she died when he was young and primarily lived with his father's side of the family. after his mother's death he lost contact with her side of the family so he doesn't feel a strong connection with his puerto rican heritage. i doubt jesse cares much either. i dont think he's ever felt much of a connection or had much of an interest in learning about his own heritage or family history.

- jesse doesn’t rly like animals, especially ones that shed. he doesn’t like them and they don’t like him, it’s a mutual understanding. he also can’t be bothered to take care of any animal no matter how minimal their care is. he does not want to meet ur dog and i can promise u ur dog does not want to meet him.

- his eyes are a slightly orangey brown w warm undertones,, theyre light enough that you can see all the lil details of his iris w/o any sunlight,,

- a lil more about his eyes ! considering he was stabbed in the eye while on the “job”, he likely didn’t have any time to properly treat it or receive medical treatment for it until after his incident,, obviously that means the eye’s not of any use anymore but i also think it’s likely that the chemicals from the glue on his mask that melted his face off also damaged that bad eye beyond repair,, this leads me to believe he wears a glass eye ! typically when i draw his bad eye it’s a dull grey but that’s just an artistic preference,, tbh he probably has a whole collection of various colors ranging from natural to more fantastical,, i also think he used to have perfect 20/20 vision before but w those glue chemicals being near his eyes he was probably blind for a lil while as he healed from his injuries,, i wouldn’t be surprised if all the blunt force trauma he received from getting hit w a bat damaged his eyesight even more. he probably got laser eye surgery to correct it.

- man definitely has tattoos. im not sure if he'd have full sleeves but i can imagine him gettin em in the future if he doesn't already have em (especially to feel better about his appearance and feel some sense of control over the way he looks). what im absolutely sure of is that he has his whole back inked up. i wanna incorporate his tattoos into my drawings of him but i need to design em first.

- another thing about his appearance- he definitely has his own gym at home. before the incident he likely had his own trainer but i doubt he has one now,, probably trains on his own so he doesnt have to show his face.

- keeps his home neat and tidy, but has house maids do all the dirty work adn heavy lifting for him. all he has to do is keep everything the same until they come back the next week. he also has one special cleaner who gets rid of any blood stains and bloody bandages from wounds. the other maids don't know anything about his less legal activities.

- he never invites one night stands to his home and always throws parties at a separate location. he owns multiple properties and never reveals his home location for both privacy and safety reasons. this was especially true for when his wife was still alive.

- he has a special morning and night routine for his face and its time consuming

- jesse has alopecia and hes had it for as long as he can remember. it's spread more and more over the years so at a young age he just decided to start shaving and waxing his whole body. after he started participating in less than legal activities he found being hairless to be pretty useful. for this reason he got the hair on some parts of his body (primarily arms, hands, and legs) permanantly removed thru laser hair removal. it makes it harder to trace any evidence back to him thru hair.

this is already rly long so im not gonna go any further for now

#mypost #Slashers #slasher fandom #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #laid to rest #laid to rest 2 #slasher headcanons #headcanons #as u can tell i think about this man a lot #he lives in my head rent free

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PROJECT: ECHO

Report Addressed To: The Vanguard, concerning the recent discovery on [REDACTED]

Report Authors: Osiris, Mithrax, and Asher Mir

Subjects, henceforth known as “echoes” were found in the remains of a vex portal and subsequently captured. They are thought to be imprints of a parallel universe, unrelated to the Vex. Both subjects appear to be young human women. Both subjects have odd markings of metal and an unknown blue-grey substance implanted into their faces nearby their eyes. Both subjects have glowing eyes that most lab assistants show an aversion to looking at. The warlock lab assistants described the feeling of looking into their eyes as, “existential fear” and “chaotic feeling”

Subject:

Echo: 1-1

Appearance: a young human woman with brown hair and brown eyes, shorter, has many scars and a cybernetic left arm.

This Subject was the first one found, and The subject refuses to speak to us, and shows a great deal of aggression. She’s breached containment and broken her restraints at least twice. Appears to be very attatched to subject 1-2. Subject was found wearing a leotard like suit, long gloves, and long boots. The items they were carrying include a Bow and quiver of arrows of an unknown material, the arrows appear to spark and flame when removed from the quiver, a pair of well-used pistols of an unknown metallic alloy, the pistols appear to be radioactive, yet the Echo shows no signs of exposure to radiation, along with a circular blade meant to be used as a thrown weapon, the is blade coated in a highly toxic substance and has a technological upgrades meant for it to return to the user upon throwing or detonate a particle burst on command. Also confiscated from the subject was a transmat storage wheel carrying odd unidentified items. The armored body she arrived with has come to life twice, and appears to act indepently when it’s Echo is in danger. The clamp on her right arm contains a strange reactive crystal, and is impossible to remove without destroying it.

Subject:

Echo: 1-2

Appearance: a slightly older human woman with black hair that fades to white at the ends and cybernetic blue eyes, very tall,

Subject is calm and will speak to us as well, but isn’t as cooperative as we’d hoped. Subject won’t answer questions. Subject seems to be observing and/or toying with us. Subject seems to be very attached to 1-1 and appears mildly distressed if they are separated for too long. Subject was found in sleeveless bodysuit with knee-length boots and fingerless gloves. Arrived with the same Transmat device, along with a large rifle, it contains an unknown, possibly organic, red substanceand the bullets have liquid nitrogen reserves inside of them and are probably meant to inflict freezing burns on the target, an energy pistol that utilizes electric laser diodes, along with a Pair of large blades with an an extremely corrosive substance along the bladed edge. The subject has a crystal-clamp on their arm much like her counterpart. There appears to be a very close bond between the two subjects. Given that 1-2 is the only person 1-1 will talk to. This one’s armor seems to be dormant.

Transmat wheel: both subjects were carrying what appears to be first-aid kits full of an unknown liquid, triangular bottles of unknown substances, small baskets of some kind of organic flakes, harpoons of various types, including one that seems to be alive. Wheel also contains tranquilizer rifles, call emulators of unknown creatures, and lazer drills. All of these are tools meant for work outside of combat, further muddying the waters on the purpose of these echoes and their powers. In this wheel were other nonsensical items, including a hoverboard, a pair of metal wings, and subject 1-2’s wheel yielded a large robot made from both organic material and metal.

Anomalous properties

Both subjects are shown to have superhuman abilities. Those abilities include, but are not limited to: invisibility, super speed and/or teleportation (it is unknown which it is at the moment, given that sensory perception of these abilities is limited), destructive energy blasts, often concentrated through the crystal-clamps on each subject’s right arm, along with the ability to fully take the form of the armor they brought with them, this appears to be done at will with a consciousness transfer of some sort while their organic bodies dissolve into an unidentified form of energy inside of these armored bodies. The Echoes are thought to be power sources used to sustain these armored bodies/creatures. We are unsure what these bodies are and if they are capable of autonomous thought or are simply a proxy body for their Echo.

Both subjects seem highly intelligent, and seem to be fully capable of understanding us. Both subjects are also extremely dangerous and must be under constant watch. These beings are thought to be their universe’s twisted equivalent of guardians.

Interview: Osiris and Echo 1-2

Osiris: and you said your name was?

Subject 1-2: Mercy, it’s what everyone calls me.

Osiris: is that not your real name?

Subject 1-2: Real name? Most Tenno don’t have a “real name.” We kinda just pick our names

Osiris: Tenno? Is that what you’re called?

Subject 1-2: that’s what we are, Gramps.

Osiris: I’m going to have to ask you not to call me that.

Subject 1-2: m’kay, Pops

Osiris: your friend has been overheard muttering about something in the void talking to her-

Subject 1-2: I know, I hear him too.

Osiris: him?

Subject 1-2: the man in the wall, he usually is just kinda annoying. Now, he’s gotten kinda aggressive. Telling us to “obey” and that we “owe him”

Osiris: are these hallucinations that Subject 1-1 experiences?

Subject 1-2: Every Tenno hears him, it comes with the territory. Our powers come from the void and so does he. So far, he hasn’t managed to take control of anyone. I’m not sure how much longer Lexi can hold on though, Luna’s already muddled her thoughts with her own a bit and that makes her an easier target. She’s staying strong, I just hope she can keep it up long enough for him to give up.

Osiris: Luna?

Subject 1-2: her warframe, the two of them have some sort of shared consciousness. Luna was Lexi’s identical twin sister before the Orokin snatched her away and made her into what she is now. Lexi’s transference isn’t the most… stable, per se. It was one of the first versions of it, an experiment. the two of them sometimes think they’re the other person or mistake the other’s memories for their own. I’m scared it may have weakened her mental capacity enough for the void man to… y’know

Osiris: I see…

Recording ends here

Addendum A, by Kell Mithrax: If they can be calmed and reasoned with, they may pose less of a threat. They could be possible allies in our fight against the Vex.

Addendum B, by Asher Mir: I say, we found something we shouldn’t have. These specimens belong in whatever chaotic edge of the universe they were pulled from. If we can send them back, we should.

Addendum C, by Osiris: These things are destructive and Dangerous. They should be neutralized and disposed of accordingly. I will admit these beings are fascinating, but not worth the lives of the people in the last city. So far, they have proven hard to kill.

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