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nudibranchpropaganda · 2 years ago
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Talk about your OCs!!!!!!!!!!
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i desperately wanted to respond to this immediately but i had a physiology exam this morning :(( have my post exam sleep deprived caffeine induced ramblings mwah <3
there's 3 of them rn and i love them all to pieces i have gone into wayyyyyy too much detail under the read more
so there's my demon baby who currently has no name. legit just The Demon in my brain. they started as a reader insert but i genuinely fell in love with them and am probs gonna keep adding to that au for a while (keep an eye out if u liked it)
Personally i see them as genderfluid - they can shape shift at will, but tend to lean towards mma/wrestler builds (1000000% can and will fuck u standing up) and charcoal grey skin (to blend in w the smog that fills their home skies).
physical characteristics? definitely has bat wings. love thin, membranous, and slightly translucent wings. they generally have claws and sharp teeth, a tail cause its fun to whip around and provides a nice counterweight + extra arm to grab things. they change the style of their horns like some ppl change their hair colour, a personal fav are ones either like a ram's or greater kudus's, but honestly if u like a different kind they've probably worn them for a bit for sure. tall and broad no matter what. this bastard is BIG and will use it to their advantage.
they feed off emotions, there's a whole taste menu thing i could get into, but generally they feed on fear cause its most readily available. their fav is happiness. just pure joy. tastes like bubbly sunshine and keeps them satiated for weeks. they can also amplify emotions, but can't create them if they aren't already there. summoned in the stereotypical way: fire, blood, latin chant (soap was just fuckin around for a laugh). no aversion to generic holy items, they aren't evil just another species. bright light will fuck them up tho cause they are nocturnal and have "evolved" for life in the darker hours.
can be mean. can be very very mean. knows where to hit to make it hurt, will absolutely be a little cruel on occasion when hurt by something. can also be very very warm, reading emotions makes it easy for them to give ppl what they need. generally is pretty sweet though, kinda like a creme brulee - brittle hard outside that you gotta crack to get to the soft sweet inside.
when i wanna get into their headspace i listen to maneater by the blue eyed blondes, gimme by she keeps bees (thnx for the rec on that one), keep it down by migrant motel, and i like the way you die boy by black honey. the pintrest board that i dump all the vibes in
the last one is still sorta in the work shopping phase. they're a cod oc, early to mid 30s again. i know their call sign is Jaws bc they tore someones throat out with their teeth when they got pinned down during a mission. they're head hunted by laswell after the 141 is a known force for their recon and undercover work. they get pretty close to gaz and soap, but struggle initially to break into the group cause the boys are such a well oiled machine at this point and don't really want to disrupt the status quo.
there's also the protag of my other cod fic (once again i have yet to name her). she's bi, in her mid 30s, and moved out to the edge of the forest after her last long term relationship ended (have yet to decide whether it was divorce or death). she's definitely a recluse, has a little bit of a hobby farm garden going (hugelkultur ftw), and grew up on stories about how the woods used to eat people (nova scotian; apalachian for sure).
BAD relationship w/her mother. they dont speak anymore. kind enough to her neighbours, but everyone kinda thinks shes a little strange, a little offputting (same girl). big on enjoying the little moments with the people she loves, sitting on the porch and drinking tea together kinda life.
she's honestly super special to me and i love her so much. abandoned and cranky but forced to confront that physical manifestation of grief and rage inside her when she gets attacked in the home she used to share w/her wife. and then soap? just kinda working his way into her life and very quickly getting close to her and being kind and gentle and reaching out a hand for her? idk if that was how it came out but that was what i was going for :)
anyways i listened to black hole by Griff on repeat when writing that fic, also kiss with a fist by florence and the machine. alrighty aphrodite by peach pit, lost without by shane guerrette, ghosts and monsters by saint chaos, and west virginia by the builders and the butchers were some more songs that made the writing playlist for her. pintrest board if ur interested :)
they had some trouble with their last unit too, butting heads with a shitty CO/team mate (tbd). this 100% made it into their rap sheet and gave them a bit of a rep as a trouble maker, they chose to lean into it a bit though and cause some problems on purpose for assholes. they are pretty standoffish at the start, can take a while to warm up to people. not super chatty, but enjoys spending time w/friends and will just chill and listen. loyal to a fault, but not to many ppl (eventually the 141, las, a few old team mates).
they aren't close with their family, parents passed in a car accident while they were on deployment and their sister feels like they abandoned her for the military (give an oc a happy backstory challenge has been failed). playing around with the idea of them faking their death and leaving their old team behind to go undercover at one point (the angst of being recognized by someone who thought they were dead and accidentally burning that bridge tho)
disco! in the panic room by bug hunter, hey child by the x ambassadors, choke by i dont know how but they found me, bury me face down by grandson, aint lookin by the wild feathers if i end up writing them w/one of the 141. a pintrest boards 4 u to browse :)
wow that got really long, thanks for sticking with it!! im sure i'll start posting a little more about all of them as i flesh them out, once i get through the paper and presentation i have for a couple of my classes next week im gonna have wayyyyy more time to write and explore them :))))))))
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prettyinpurplelights · 2 years ago
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hii ur writing is SOO SOO good im practically going insane over ur mbappe writings. could u pls write smth about mbappe being sick and reader having to take care of him but he's just enjoying being a brat and clinging to reader ? like imagine taking care of this manchild. imagine the HAVOC he would wreck if he didn't get a kiss from his gf
HOUR OF NEED
Heyy, thank you for your lovely words, means so much 🫶🏿 hope this is okay!
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“You’re leaving me here all by myself? This is your fault.” Your boyfriend sniffles, pouting as you put on your jacket, ready to leave the house.
“I warned you about kissing me last week when I was sick.”
“But your mouth was so nice and warm.”
“And now here we are.”
“So you’re going to abandon me in my hour of need?”
“Kylian, it’s just a cold. You’ll survive.” You roll your eyes.
“I hope you know those may be your last words to me. Ever! Who knows if I’ll still be alive and breathing when you get back.” He shivers dramatically and you grab your bag, placing your phone in your coat pocket.
“I spent all day yesterday playing nurse Ky, I have to go to the office.”
“And you think if nurses just left their patients before they got better, anyone would recover?”
“You are a ridiculous man Kylian Mbappe. You have a runny nose and a high temperature, just keep hydrated and take your pills. I’ll see you at 6.” You reach over to kiss his forehead and he rolls over and pulls the covers high over his head.
“You don’t deserve to kiss me.” His voice his muffled under the blankets and you laugh.
“Whatever you big baby.” You call as you shut the bedroom door behind you.
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“So if we push the campaign from this angle, I think the overall engagement would-“
PING!
Your phone buzzes for the hundredth time in the last 10 minutes since you started giving your pitch to the newest clients at your firm. You reach for your phone to turn it off, apologising profusely, when it starts ringing and you see your boyfriend’s face lighting up the screen.
“I’m so sorry, I just have to take this very quickly, I really apologise.” You hold your hands in a prayer sign before scrambling out of the office with the phone to your ear.
“Kylian, what the hell do you want.”
“Y/N…” his voices sounds strained and breathless, and you immediately begin to worry.
“Kyky? Baby what’s wrong?”
“I just…can you…” He coughs violently and you wince. He really doesn’t sound good, and you feel start to feel a little guilty for leaving him alone. “Can you…come home please? E…Emergency.” He croaks out that last part, as though he doesn’t have the energy to do anything else.
“Oh baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can okay? I’m sorry for not taking you seriously. I’m leaving the office as soon as I can.”
“Thank you,” he breathes before hanging up abruptly and you think the absolute worst. Maybe it wasn’t just a cold, maybe it was something worse, and now he’s alone and confused and deteriorating. You head back into the conference room, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously.
“Everything okay Y/N?” Your boss asks.
“Yes, ummm, it’s just my boyfriend is really ill right now, and he’s just called me and he doesn’t sound too good so I’m a bit worried that’s all. But we can get this pitch finished up and I’ll go and quickly see him on my lunch break-“
“Kylian is ill?” He says, shocked as if you’d just told him his own mother on was on her death bed. “Oh no, you must go to him right away. We have the PowerPoint and your notes, Lisa can finish your pitch.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes of course, I hope he makes a speedy recovery.”
“Thank you so much, and I really am sorry.” You disconnect your laptop from the hdmi cable connected to the project and slide it into your handbag.
“Don’t worry about it Y/N, please let us know how he’s doing tomorrow, you don’t have to come in if he’s still not feeling well.” He smiles. You thank him one last time before rushing out of the office and down to the elevator to the underground car park. You barely lock your seatbelt in place before hightailing it out of the building.
“Kylian!” You yell as soon as you make it back into the apartment. You drop your bag at the door and hurry up the steps, taking them two at time. It’s not long before you’re bursting into the bedroom. “Ky, baby what’s wrong? Have your symptoms gotten worse?” You sit on the bed, taking his sweaty face into your hands. “I’m sorry for leaving you baby.”
“You’re back.” He croaks.
“Of course,” you sigh leaning in to kiss him and he lets you this time. “What was so urgent?”
“I…the bistro is out of chicken soup and I really want some chicken soup, I was wondering if you could make some for me please?” You drop his head, and he falls back onto the pillow violently.
“Ouch!” He moans, rubbing his head.
“Kylian…” you close your eyes, your right hand pressing on the bridge of your nose. “Kylian, do not tell me you pulled me out of work because you want FUCKING SOUP!”
“I missed you too?” He pouts.
“Kylian! I was in an important meeting with my boss!”
“The one that’s the PSG fan? I’ll have someone send him some tickets to our next game, he’ll be fine.” You roll your eyes.
“Of course that’s why he let me leave the office without hesistation….but that’s not the point Ky!”
“Look babe, I’m sorry for making you leave work.” He doesn’t look sorry in the slightest and it pisses you off even more. “But I mean…you’re here now? So…”
“So???”
He opens his arms, his eyes wide as he smiles. “Come spend the day in bed with me.” You throw a pillow at him, landing in the space his open arms created, before storming out of the room.
“Where are you going?” He calls out.
“To make YOUR FUCKING SOUP!“ you shout back. “Tu es un putain d’idiot!”
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You feel someone’s arms wrap around you as you’re stirring the soup and you shrug your shoulders.
“Get off me Kylian.” You mumble.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks, holding you tighter as he presses a kiss into your neck.
“Kylian Mbappe Lottin, I’m within an arms reach of very sharp objects. Get the fuck off me.”
“No.” He insists, burying his head further into your neck. “I want to hug you. I read somewhere hugs and kisses when you’re sick are very healing.” He moves from behind you to stand by your side, his arms around your shoulders instead, leaning forward with his eyes closed and lips pursed. You shove the teaspoon you were using to taste the soup into his mouth instead and push him off you as you untie your apron and place it on the work surface.
“You can keep your kisses. I’m not trying to get sick again.”
“You kissed me earlier when you came back?”
“Yeah when I thought you were on your death bed you manipulative man child.”
“Oh Y/N, come on!” He whines, stomping his feet. “I’m not a baby.” You look at his stomping foot and raise an eyebrow. He stops and his lips turn up in a little smile. “Okay fine, maybe I am a baby. But I’m your baby. And your baby is sick and needs you. He needs your kisses. Desperately or he might drop to the floor right now.”
“Drop. I don’t care, I’m not kissing you.”
“But I said I’m sorry!” He groans.
“And you’re forgiven. But I’m not kissing you. I don’t want to get sick again.”
“Actually,” he says, coming up to you as you reach into a cabinet above the sink to grab two bowls. “Since I caught this cold from you, it’s the same strain, and you can’t catch a cold twice with the same strain of virus. So you can kiss me as much as you want.”
“And since when did you become Dr. Mbappe.”
“I did some reading in the 3 hours you abandoned me.” You slide past him and start serving up the soup in the bowls.
“Good for you.”
He takes the bowls from you and sets them on the island before backing you up against the counter. The blanket around his shoulders falls to the floor as he rests his arms either side of you on the granite worktop, trapping your body between his.
“Just one kiss.” He whispers against your lips, his face barely an inch from yours. “Please. Just one.”
“Fine.” You press your lips against his lightly, ready to pull away but his hands cage your face, and he presses his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. You both pull away eventually breathless, your hand around his neck.
“Better?” You ask in a low voice.
“I’m cured.” He murmurs, before he suddenly recoils and sneezes all over your face.
“DUDE!” You shout, pushing him away as you reach for a tissue.
“Well, almost cured.” He laughs, stopping when he sees your stone cold expression, your eyes shooting daggers at him. You shove his bowl of soup into his chest and go to sit on the sofa with yours. You soon feel Kylian snuggle up next to you, lying down dramatically with his hand over his forehead.
“I suddenly feel weak and dizzy, I don’t think I can hold myself up Y/N.”
“What? You want me to feed you the soup now?”
“If you insist.” He smirks.
“You are unbelievable,” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too as you pick up the bowl and hold a spoonful to his lips.
“I also think a kiss in between each spoonful will really help speed up my recovery process.” He nods as he slurps the soup from the spoon.
“You know what, you should legally change your name to Mbaby.”
“Haha funny.” He retorts. He points to the soup, then his lips before opening his mouth wide. You intentionally put the bowl down and pull out your phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode and holding it up so both you and Kylian are in the frame simultaneously.
“Look at this big baby here,” You start, as you press the live option on your instagram. “Big boy Kylian Mbappe lying here while I feed him soup because he’s got a little cold he can’t handle.” Kylian reaches up to grab your phone but you leap from the sofa to the other side of the coffee table.
“Y/N, turn it off.”
“Oh look,” you say into the camera. “Suddenly he has the energy to get up. You should’ve seen him merely a few seconds ago guys, acting as though he had the plague.”
“Y/N, I’m warning you.”
You laugh as you read some of the comments from the fans on your live, getting louder as you see one from his teammate.
“Ky, Achraf said stop being such a pussy!”
“That’s it!” Kylian says before leaping over the table, but you’re a tad quicker than he is, dodging his lunge and making a break for it into the kitchen. “Cut the live Y/N, or I swear-“
“Or what?” You taunt, flipping the camera so it’s facing him as he stares you down from the other end of the island in the middle of the kitchen. You quickly slip through the door and up the steps before he can reach you, but Kylian proves himself to be one of the fastest men in the world once again because he’s grabbing onto your shirt just as you reach the top of the steps pulling you to the floor, his full weight on top of you as you raise your arm as high as you can out of his reach.
“Okay guys, I have to go, it’s time to feed baby Kyky his cough syrup.” You say just as Kylian grabs the phone out of your hand and turns it off.
“Looks like you’re suddenly feeling better hmm?” You tease, laughing.
“You…” He starts but his sentence trails and he pulls the blanket over his mouth before sneezing into it loudly. He sniffs, rolling over so he’s lying next to you, wheezing and breathless. “You’re so lucky I’m ill. Once this cold is gone, you’re dead.”
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Tried to make it a bit fluffy, I feel like it probably wasn’t that fluffy aksjsksk enjoy ! <3
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httpiastri · 11 months ago
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Omgg hiii againnn 🫶🏻 paul obsessed girlie here!! (Ur prompt list was so good btw) I think my favs were probably hands under their clothes, or from the dialogue, "god, you're shivering. take my jacket." Or "you don't have to be so genle. i won't break, you know." But honestly I’d be happy with any, all or none of them ur writing is so damn good 🩷🩷🩷
bestieeee aren't we all paul obsessed 🤭🤭 at least i know i am!! thank you for your request sweetheart, im in such a paul mood these days that idk what to do. hope u enjoy this, have a great day (and happy holidays!!) <3<3
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paul's hand is soft in yours. the way his thumb brushes along your knuckles makes you smile subconsciously, leaning into him as you walk down the street.
there's a post-dinner-date type of lull hanging over the two of you, a comfortable silence that you really don't mind; you know that paul isn't the most talkative person, so just his presence is more than enough for you. that's why when he finally speaks up, you instantly look up to him. "hey, you-"
your eyes grow worried when he stops right in the middle of the street. you're just about to ask what's wrong when both of his hands cover one of yours, his eyebrows knitted together.
"god, you're shivering."
you hadn't even noticed it yourself, but paul is as attentive as always. you did forget to bring a jacket when you left earlier today, so the cold gusts of wind blow right through the thin material of your outfit. now that he has mentioned it, you suddenly become aware of the goosebumps on your skin and the way you're trembling slightly.
"here," paul starts, shrugging off his suit jacket in one quick motion. "take this."
"are you sure?" you ask, blinking up at him as he stands in front of you, draping the material over your shoulders. "you shouldn't get sick, you have that thing later this week and-"
"i'm sure." his tone is firm but not harsh, the little smile he gives you right after telling you that he doesn't mean any harm; he just wants to take care of you.
"thank you." your cheeks start to redden – you're sure you could blame the cold if he asked, even though it's not the actual reason – and you take his arm in your hands as you continue to stroll. your shivers may have stopped, but the butterflies in your gut still make you a little shakey. it doesn't take long before you reach his car, but instead of opening the door for you like he usually does, paul's hands land on your hips outside of the jacket. he turns you towards him, your hands finding the side of his neck as you look up at him towering over you.
but when he bends down to kiss you, his lips barely even brush against yours.
paul is always so tender, so delicate. his touch is consistently light, always scared to hurt you, never wanting to overstep a boundary. it's sweet and you're thankful he cares so much about making you feel comfortable. but sometimes, you crave something more.
when you lean back to break the kiss, there's a hint of confusion on his face. you take a breath, fingers reaching the back of his neck to play with his hair. "paul, you..." you start, tilting your head. "you don't have to be so gentle with me." you look to the side, feeling yourself crumble under his curious gaze. "i won't break, you know."
his eyebrows shoot up, taken back in surprise. your relationship isn't new per se, though you haven't been together for too long, either. he just always assumed that you wanted to be loved in a soft, gentle way. but now that he knows how you felt, he doesn't exactly complain.
"oh, really?" he asks, his voice making you look back at him instinctively. your eyes are met with his cute smile and his eyes forming those charming little crescents you adore so much. when you nod and take your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a grin, his hands slip past the material of his suit jacket and reach for your sides underneath it. he doesn't just stop there; soon, his fingers dance along the hem of your top, thumbs massaging your skin ever so lightly. "like, now?"
you pause for a second. "yeah..." you're blushing even harder by now, but he doesn't notice because he's already leaned into you and kissed you again. this time, it's not just a brush and he's not treating you like you're made out of glass. his lips are pressing against you with a new type of confidence as his hands move under your top, palms feeling up and down your sides. his grip on you tightens and he backs you up against the side of his car. you let out a surprised yelp into his mouth when your back comes in contact with the cold material, and paul uses the opportunity to let his tongue slip past your now open lips.
as soon as you felt his lips on yours, it was like you both stepped into a bubble, leaving the rest of the world behind. you don't care how much time is passing, you don't care about who's watching; all that's in your mind is this new side of paul.
when he parts from the kiss, you find yourself chasing after him with your lips, disappointed to have ended it already. paul loves your reaction and grins from ear to ear when he looks at you, your eyes closed in bliss and lips slightly red from the kiss. "was that better?" he asks, smugness clear in his tone, and your eyelids slowly open.
you're completely breathless, unable to find any words to suit the situation, but you eventually manage a nod.
he leans down to leave a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the door to the passenger's seat for you. "you ready to go, then?"
maybe you'll have to work on that gentle side of his.
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alexa-fika · 9 months ago
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UR WRITING AMAZING MATEE
Pls do more of Rayleigh and shakky those story u posted heal my childhood, they r like the type of parents I wish I had.
Thank you so much for ur work and ofc u don’t gotta do this if u don’t wanna or don’t do requests but thanks have a good one :)
Special Treasure (Rayleigh x gn!child!reader x Shakky)
A/N: YALL I HAVE COME BACK WITH A COOK AM I WRONG OR AM I RIGHT?? Toothroting, cavity inducing heart stopping cuteness ahead
Dividers by @/saradika
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“Reader, where were you? Rayleigh questions as he sees his grandchild coming into the bar on top of Millo, their usual Smiledon Companion covered in dirt and grass, his wife in front of him preparing drinks, glancing at the child questioningly
“Outside!”
Rayleigh smiled softly as he approached the child, kneeling down slightly to meet them. Grabbing them from the large feline and putting them on their hip
“What were you doing outside?”
“Causing trouble, I bet?” pipes in Shakky
“We were exploring.”
“Mm, of course,” Rayleigh raises his brow at his wife, who nods along knowingly.
“Exploring, eh?” The white-haired man asks with a sly smirk
“Where were you exploring?”
They stay silent, playing with their grandfathers hair, trying to evade their gaze as they shrug
“Hm,” Rayleigh muttered
He then raises his eyebrows.
“You think I'm going to get mad?” his voice was light yet stern
“Yeah,” they say, hiding their face into their neck and continuing to play with his hair
Rayleigh chuckles, rubbing their head with one hand as he speaks to them.
“Well, I'm not...I know how it is. Being young and curious.”
“But you should never go off without telling someone where you're going.."
“But I went with Millo!” They exclaim, pulling their head out and gesturing at the large feline
“I mean a proper person,” Rayleigh chuckles,
“Millo, doesn’t count”
The toothed cat lets out a small indignant yowl at his comment, Reader reacting similarly with an offended gasp
Rayleigh scoffed at the cat's reaction, finding it amusing.
“There, there, Millo, you'll live.” Shakky Laughs.
“You're lucky you're adorable, isn't that right?” he said, looking at the cat.
“You're being mean to Millo Grandpa!”
“Now, Now both of you know I didn’t mean it like that,” Rayleigh says with a frown,
“but you need to understand it makes your gramps and gran worry, alright? You're our treasure, you know?”
“Im sorry,”
Shakky smiles, opening her arms for Rayleigh to pass them to her, he smiles obliging her silent request
“Come here” she says taking a hold of them
“We’re not mad, As we said, you are really important, and we simply worry, there are dangerous and gross people not far from here.”
“I just wanted to explore a little, but I didn’t mean to go far. “
Rayleigh scoffs and pulls the child into his arms, planting several kisses upon their cheek,
“It's fine... Just let me know next time where you are exploring; I know you're more than capable on your own, but still, I'd like to have an idea of where to look for you."
“Oke”
“Now that we got that out of the way, what were you doing that got you covered in dirt?”
They shuffle in their grandmother's arms, digging something from their small backpack
“I was getting you guys flowers!” They exclaim, pulling said plants out and handing two roughly arrays of flowers
Rayleigh’s face breaks out into a smile,
“For Us, you brought us flowers?”
They nod excitedly handing them the mix-match bouquet of flowers
The elderly couple exchange a look before embracing the child, who is now buried within the confines of their affection.
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What do we think? Originally I thought it was missing something but I re-read it and I really like it, what are our thoughts? Im going to try the Dokusha reader for a test run, btw it’s about a certain lazy ice lord 👀. Im editing it right now maybe even a second part today if yall like it?
Taglist:
@imaginarydreams
@amethystviolin
@h0n3y-l3m0n05
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miraclewoozi · 8 months ago
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hi angel!! congrats on 500 followers 🫶 i'm so proud of you and i hope u know u deserve every single one of these milestones (and even more!)
i'd like to request hoshi + “you can hold my hand, if you want.” !!
looking forward to seeing you hit many many more milestones🩷 once again, congratulations!
JUST THE TWO OF US? - k.sy
500 follower party <3 ( accepting until 14th March ! )
pair : ksy x gn!reader. prompt : “ you can hold my hand if you want. ” wc : 1.1k and some change. notes : just fluff ! barely proofread. jeonghan is a shit. jihoon is also in on the games. i probably swore once or twice idk. literally warning free otherwise this is just a sweetie pie fluff for my sunshine bby.<3 ( i love u literally so much. thank u for sending this<333 i am kissing ur forehead holding ur hand rocking u to sleep and running through fields of daisies with u as we SPEAK. mwah. mwah mwah mwah mwah. i hope this u enjoy this.<3)
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You’re never going to forgive Jeonghan for this.
It was supposed to be a group thing. When the plans were made a few days ago, there were six of you all in talks to go to the movies together, and as far as you were concerned, Jeonghan had booked the seats all at once so you would all be next to one another. He'd given you the time, told you where he’d wait for you inside the theater lobby, refused to accept reimbursement for the ticket (he quite often told you just to cover his snacks, instead), and you didn't think anything more of it. Even last night when you’d messaged Jihoon to ask if he needed a ride, he’d told you that he was going to hop in with Soonyoung so you didn't need to worry.
Which means that obviously, he's in on this too. He's on thin ice, as well.
Because when you walk through the doors at 7:15 on Friday night and turn to the left to meet your friends by the GODZILLA standee, there's only one person waiting for you. Leaning against the wall, eyes glued to his phone, shifting his weight impatiently from one side to the other. Soonyoung. He looks stressed, biting on his bottom lip, seemingly typing out quite an aggressive series of messages: if the increasingly creased space between his eyebrows is anything to go by, all of them are going unanswered.
He doesn't look up until you're standing right in front of him, wrestling your own phone free from the pocket of your jeans. When he does, and he realises that it's you, he lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Thank God you're here," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was starting to think this was some kind of a set-up."
You laugh quietly, tapping your screen and opening your text thread with Jeonghan, scrolling back to find the messages concerning tonight's plans.
"The others aren't here yet?" you ask distractedly.
Soonyoung shakes his head. "I thought maybe everyone was stuck in traffic, or something," he says. "Wait – are you on your own?"
It's your turn to frown, now.
"Yeah?" you say, glancing back down at your screen. You definitely have the right date and time. "Where's Jihoon?"
It falls silent for a moment as you stare each other down, matching confused looks plastered on both of your faces.
"I thought... he was coming with you?" you say in unison.
The ball drops for Soonyoung first. He slumps back against the wall as he connects the dots in his brain and he brings both his hands up to his face, rubbing the tips of his fingers into his eye sockets. You watch him, concerned: he looks genuinely distressed, and when he re-emerges from behind his palms, his cheeks are brightly flushed, face scrunched up in a way that you're not sure you've ever seen before.
"I'm so sorry," he says wearily, tipping his head back against the wall.
You don't get a chance to challenge him on the apology. At the same time as he says it, your phone pings with a notification; you bring it within range to find a new message from Jeonghan. A picture message. A screenshot, of a movie reservation, except there aren't six seat numbers listed. There are two. And it's not in his name, it's in yours. Underneath, another message pops up, just as wordless as the first. It contains one single wink emoji and a thumbs up.
You get there too eventually, and under your breath, you mutter, "that scheming little shit."
What's more annoying is that Jeonghan joked about doing exactly this a few months ago when you asked, in what you thought was a very nonchalant manner, whether Soonyoung was seeing anyone, what his 'situation' was. After some questioning, he excitedly offered to set the two of you up on a date, if you were interested. When you pleaded for him not to, he teased that he'd find a way, and that he'd catch you out when you least expected it: you never thought he'd follow through though, especially not after this long. You were sure he'd forgotten, just as you had..
You can't believe him. You really can't.
"I guess... it's just you and me," you swallow, acknowledging that this really isn't the fault of the man standing across from you and that it isn't fair to be grouchy with him when he hasn't done anything wrong. Besides, he looks mortified: hands balled up down by his thighs, cheeks still stained pink, a few beads of sweat starting to glisten at his hairline.
"I–... yeah," he grimaces.
"I'm really sorry," you sigh, tapping your pointer finger against the back of your phone. "I didn't– I really didn't have a clue he was doing all this. If I'd known..."
"Hey, no, don't be," Soonyoung insists, shaking off his discomfort and stepping away from the wall, taking a step closer to you. "Why would you-...?"
He trails off and in the seconds that follow, something... happens. Multiple expressions appear on- and vanish from- his face, replaced just as quickly as they come and immediately replaced by another that you don't have quite enough time to read. You're sure the same thing happens to you, too. There's a conversation shared that doesn't result in any words being said aloud, but even so, things are acknowledged. Things are understood. Soonyoung stands up straighter when the threads knit together in his brain and he slides his phone into the front of his hoodie, kicking at the ground with the rubber toe of his shoe as he pulls out his wallet instead.
He starts to take a few slow steps towards the concession stand, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you follow. Your tickets get printed, you head into the screen and settle into the seats Jeonghan booked for you, and while you wait for the movie to start, you make a little small talk. It's nothing groundbreaking. You catch up on the things you've missed in the few months since you last saw him, crack a few jokes, share a few shy smiles, grin as you sip at the drink he insisted on paying for. You bump hands as you simultaneously reach for the popcorn bucket. It takes him a whole ten seconds to get over it.
(He doesn't need to know that it takes you even longer.)
Soonyoung's fingers bounce idly on the arm of the chair the whole time, like he's twitching to do something with them, fighting against a strong, overwhelming impulse. And as the lights grow dimmer and the people around you start falling quiet, you lean over to him, close enough that you can whisper something straight into his ear.
"You can hold my hand, if you want."
So... he does.
He doesn't let go, either: not until the movie ends and you leave together and he walks you all the way back to your car. Not until he asks if you'd be interested in going out on another date: one that he gets to plan. And there are a million reasons you say yes to him, of course, but when he looks so pretty blushing under the lights of the parking lot... how on Earth could you ever say no?
(He squeezes your fingers and gently tugs you closer until you're falling into him: then, he catches you with an arm around your waist and his lips on yours. The salty aftertaste of the popcorn on his mouth lingers long after he says goodnight, and you consider, on the drive home, that maybe you can forgive Jeonghan this one time.)
(Just... not before you make him squirm a little bit, first.)
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worksby-d · 1 year ago
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!!!!! i am TORN 😭😭 gonna send in another one but ari levinson + cuddling in the first morning light?
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hehe saw ur tags, i found that limiting myself to a few sentences really helped my writing flow
thank u for the request brandy!!!
Prompt: “Cuddling in the first morning light.”
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader
Warnings: None
Word count: ~300
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Waking up, you can tell it’s early by the dull rays of the morning sun peeking through the drapes covering the windows. You have half a mind to scold Ari for waking you so early, the weight of his arm as he reached to pull you closer to him impossible not to feel, even in your sleep. 
But it doesn’t seem like he’s awake yet, soft snores still coming from his side of the bed. Carefully turning to face him, a smile tugs at your lips and you roll your eyes. 
You bring a hand up to push his hair off his forehead, using your fingers to brush through it and gently scritch the back of his neck. 
That gets him to stir, beginning to wake with a quiet yawn. 
“Dreamin’ about me?”
“Huh?” He hums. His voice sounds rough as he stretches, slowly opening his eyes. “I don’t think so.”
Wrong answer. 
You scoff, dropping your hand to his chest to jokingly push away from him.
“What?” He sounds desperate to know what you could possibly be upset about five minutes into the morning. 
“If you weren’t dreaming about me, who were you reaching for in your sleep? Huh?”
“No one,” he chuckles. “I swear.” He rubs your back with his hand that’s still draped over you. “Is that what I did?”
“Yeah,” you huff. 
He shakes his head, pulling you closer again, and you let him, but you don’t spare him a skeptical look. 
“I wouldn’t wanna be holding anyone but you right now,” he promises, giving you a soft kiss. He laughs when you don’t kiss him back. “Sweetheart–”
“You’re sure?”
“Never been so sure about anything.”
Your raised eyebrow relaxes and you eventually return his kiss. “Okay.”
“I never get just a simple ‘good morning’ from you,” he teases, rolling his eyes. 
“I know.” It takes everything in him not to kiss the smirk off your face. “I like fucking with you.”
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lottiecrabie · 1 year ago
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begging linecook!matty to meet u at a halloween party bc ur Drunk even tho he said he didn’t wanna go and would just link up with you after. he gets there and sees u in ur slutty costume and just loses it because that’s pretty unlike you
ofc the linecook halloween blurbs immediately say Slutty
you hold yourself up with a shoulder on the wall, but the world still spins around you. the hallway to the bathroom seems to zigzag ahead, and you can’t be arsed to make sense of the maze right now. applause by lady gaga rings behind you, with the resonating off-key screams of your friends chewing through the lyrics. light flashes up your face. you sway on your spot.
Hey
Hi
What are you wearing
Haha that’s a joke
Unless?
I miss yoh
Why couldn’t you have gone out with us we could be fucking in a bathroom right now:(
Your thumbs linger over the screen. You ready to tap out some new nonsensical stream of consciousness, but Matty’s speech bubble appears. You gasp. It surprises you, somehow, that he’s seeing these, like you had assumed his number was a speed dial to the void.
how drunk are you
You scoff. Why do you assume I’m drunk?
believe it or not i am literate. i can fkg read it
The last three shots of The Darling’s cheapest and strongest booze does haze your brain, humming pleasantly through your limbs. Narrowing to that needy center of yours, the one that always begs for him and never seems to be satisfied. You bite your lip, giggling as you send; Will you come join me if I show yoh my tits
jesus christ.
No?
i’m on my way A grin splits your face. You send him a string of emojis even you can’t decipher the meaning of, laughing to yourself as you get swallowed by the dancing crowd again.
Fifteen minutes later and Matty’s hand is at your shoulder, fishing you out of the dancefloor. You gasp, turning around to hook your arms behind his neck. “Matty!” You reach up on your tiptoes, pressing kisses all over his face. The faint remainder of your red lipstick glues to him in the shape of your lips. You laugh, wiping the one on his cheek. “I’m so glad you came.”
Matty nods, checking behind himself for the quickest exit. His hand tugs you along, and you let yourself be puppeteered away for a minute before you freeze, eyes wide. “I have to show you my tits!” You let go of his hand, bunching up the hem of your shirt.
“Fucking—” He clutches your hands, trapping them, preventing you from flashing him and half the bar. “No.”
“I made a promise,” you pout, but let him pull your fingers far away from your shirt. “My father always says a person is only as good as their word.”
“I’ll see them soon, princess.”
You smirk, licking your lips. “Oh yeah? Gonna have your way with me?”
“When you’re not fucking wasted.”
You frown. “‘M not.”
He snorts. “Sure.”
“I’m not!” The words come out high-pitched and whiney, completely contradicting you.
“You can barely stand straight,” he says, looking you up and down. His body freezes. His gaze licks up your body, taking in the heels, the black shorts, the tight little shirt your breasts practically fall out of. “What are you wearing?”
“It’s my costume,” you say, grinning proud. Your square your shoulders, straightening your back to show it all off. “You like?”
Matty swallows thickly. “What are you even supposed to be?”
You roll your eyes, pointing to the pair of ears sticking out of your hair. “A cat.”
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, gaze fixed down on your tits. You bet he regrets not letting you show them off now. “What are you doing wearing this when I’m not there?”
You huff, crossing your arms. “Well I asked you to be, didn’t I?”
“And when I said we’d see each other after, you should’ve put on a fucking sheet over yourself and gone as a ghost.” He pulls up on the neckline of your shirt, trying to cover your breasts up, but it only makes it ride up your stomach instead. Matty makes a low sound in the back of his throat.
You get up on your tiptoes, whispering in his ear, “Don’t worry. Your view when I take it off is gonna be even better.” Your hand circle his wrist, making him lazily grope one of your tits. He groans. You grin, grazing your lips down his jaw, lingering over his mouth. “Matty, take me home and fuck me.”
He makes a frustrated noise, conflicted. Then drops his hand from your breast, disentangling from you, shaking his head. “You’re trouble,” he swears, catching your shoulders and driving you through the crowd, one respectful arm-length distance away.
You pout, dragging your feet. Matty shakes his head, promising lowly. “Tomorrow.” You grin, Halloween cheer coming back to you.
“Promise?”
“Of course,” Matty starts, cheeky. “A person is only as good as their word.”
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itoshi-s · 2 years ago
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I srsly wasnt gonna make u go down a 🐇 hole but im too impatient so this is the 2nd... I give u five words: oral fixation and cum play,, guess who has it?? (Everyone tbh) but think abt it him telling u to keep his first load in ur mouth while pounding u to get his 2nd telling u not to spill it or swallow until his release and even then he would take it in his mouth only to spit it back in urs (ps should i be an emoji anon bc i know which one to use)
OOOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO :( NONNIE U ARE BACK !!! i swear u are the sole reason behind my existence rn asdfkjs i blame YOU for the fever i was running last nite !!! cause this is just... kajfhk this is SO GOOD
also worry not ,, there's a proper fic coming based on rabbit hole 2 TONIGHT </3 2.5 is in the works still but u know damn well i had to do these ideas justice. these are perfect i luv ur brain so much bbie !! also answering ur prev ask there's a small list of fav/hard no's when it come's to kinks !
i… have a certain ravenette in mind 4 this……………. but i am curious which one of the bllk guys u thought of mostly cuz!! you are so right i can see each of them being into that </3 can't blame them cause it really is the hottest idea EVER i am in looooove with cumplay :( sigh
cw: nsfw, cum play. 17- dni!
imagine rin holding a hand over your mouth so that nothing spills :( it gets even harder that way cause now you're also struggling to breathe properly with the way his large palm almost covers up your nose, too :( but the look in his eyes is enough of a motivation, you've let him down on this before and each and every time, you were rendered unable to walk properly for the next few days. you're on the verge of crying by the time he's groaning under his breath, pulling out and grabbing you by the ankles to bring you face-level with his cock.
"open," it's breathy and quick, desperate as he jerks himself, grip tight to mimic the feeling of your cunt. he would've thought it's impossible to feel any better than this, but as you obediently open your mouth, showcasing the pool of cum mixing with your saliva, he comes so hard his knees buckle underneath his weight.
and god he cums lots :( milky and runny and there's so, so much, cause he treats his body so well. your mouth overflows, a soft mewl slipping past your mouth along with a streak of cum as you watch him lose it. teal eyes hooded, mouth agape as he pants and grunts under his breath, rides his high out for all it's worth.
you'd think he was done - but the way his thumb reaches down to wipe away the cum that seeped out the corner of your mouth grants you the contrary. there's a glint of unease in your eyes, simply because you're just so worn out since you've been at it for what seems like hours - and he laughs a bit at the sight.
"fuck. who's my good girl?" it's sweet, a praise that you'll never get bored of and rin's aware. you whimper softly, the obvious answer almost rolling off your tongue - but the very next second your eyes are widening just slightly as he does the unexpected and goes for a kiss. filthy, eager and messy with the way his tongue dips past your lips and laps at your own, tasting himself all along.
you grab at his biceps, nails digging into the sturdy muscle, and you can sense yourself soak the sheets with need all over again.
rin groans into your mouth, hips dragging against the mattress despite his cock already bright pink with overstimulation, and grabs the back of your head. pulling you up to more of a sitting position, he deepens the kiss even more and renders you breathless. it gets your head dizzy and heavy with pleasure all over again, jaw slack as you let him take, take, take.
until he's had his fill.
he breaks the proximity between you two, a string of saliva mixed with his seed connecting your lips until he sits back on his heels again. it breaks off, makes him wipe at his chin with the back of his hand - the other already grabbing at your jaw to keep your mouth agape.
this has played out countless times before already, but doesn't fail to make you lightheaded anyway. he spits on your awaiting tongue, adding in to the mess of drool and two hefty loads of cum that have grown bitter on your tongue from the wait.
"good. swallow."
you only ever realize the breath you've been holding when your throat finally bobs, as you swallow the filth and almost choke with the way your lungs feel so tight from asphyxia. your mouth feels strangely empty as you stick your tongue out again, to show no sign of his cum anywhere.
only then does rin's shoulders roll back slightly, taut muscles finally relaxing with a shaky exhale. he's spent and you can tell - from the way his thighs have a slight tremble to them as he lowers himself down to lay next to you, strong arms pulling you on top of his chest.
"god i fucking love you." he breathes. "you know that?" there's an almost amused lilt to his voice as you nose at his throat - settling for a soft hum as your only answer.
of course you know - he makes sure you do, by all the filth he puts you through <3
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jeffsfavoriteknife · 2 years ago
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Tws: ur bf cheats on u, petnames, gay shit, implied murder
Male reader x toby
As soon as you found out you ran out of there as fast as you could, you had such a long day at work the last thing you needed was to walk in on your boyfriend fucking another guy, in YOUR bed no less.You didnt even say anything you just ran and took off in the direction of your longtime buddies house, toby. You knew hed be awake so you ran there as fast as you could, tears streaming down your face making it hard to see. You knocked on his door, anxiously waiting to see if hed answer, he opened it with a smile at you that instantly left as soon as he saw your face, hurrying you inside and sitting you on the couch. “What happened i-is everything o-okay?” You cried harder before telling him everything, his face contorting into anger as horrendous thoughts filled his mind as what he could do to your boyfriend for hurting you. Being brought out of his thoughts as he heard you start shit talking yourself and being downright awful. “I should have know this was coming! Now that i think back that guy was way prettier than me, i mean i have piercings n shit yeah but im nothing compared to them! I look like shit compared to them toby!! Ive never been enough for anyon-“ “E-ENOUGH Y/N” his outburst immediately causing you to silence. “L-look okay! This d-dickhole doesnt know what he j-just gave up, your sweet, l-loving, kind and just really c-cute. Fuck if i could h-have made you mine i-“ he stopped, thinking for a moment before looking over at your face, although covered with dried tears you face was beat red at his words. “No, i a-am gonna make you mine” he pulled you into his lap as he pulled you against his chest, targeting your neck and sinking his teeth into it, leaving you moaning and squirming in his hold. The one thing about being tobys friend was that he knew everything about you, everything, even what you liked. He pulled away from your neck smiling at the bright mark he had left, in his mine, that would be the first sign people would know that you were his. He hastily moves his hands to grab your plush sweater and pull it off your torso, immediately attacking your nipple, causing you to arch your back and unintentionally buck your hips against his hard on, this causing him to groan as he released your nipple, moving one of his hands to your mouth and sliding 2 digits in. “Suck” he demanded. You didnt need to be told twice as you began sliding your tongue in between his fingers, coating them with your saliva. He pulled them out and pulled your shorts down, shoving his fingers in your hole, making you body jolt as you moved your hand up to your mouth and bit into it, preventing noise from coming out as you hated hearing your moans, this pissed toby off tho. “Oh? Gonna b-be like that huh? Fine” he yanks his fingers down and shoves your shorts all the way off, yanking down his own sweatpants right after, your eyes widening at the pure size of him. Lining himself up at your hole, he plunged himself deep, bottoming out immediately, causing your back to arch as he started pounding into you, hitting your prostate each time and making your cock twitch in pleasure, you couldnt keep quiet, your moans bouncing off the walls, spurring him to go harder, he moved over to the table a bit to grab his phone and place it in front of you “smile” you did as he asked and heard a shutter sound right after. He chucked his phone back on the table and continued pounding into you, hitting your prostate each time. “Whos my g-good boy?” This had you cumming hard onto his couch as you groaned in pure bliss, you tightening so hard had him cumming into you on the spot, his hand gripping into your hair as he pulled your face up to kiss you hard. Completely spent your body was like jello, he pulled you against his chest with himself still in you as he kissed you hard once more before you passed out in his arms. Needless to say your “boyfriend” would no longer be an issue soon
(Finally executed an idea i had on my mind all day :D)
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unfixablebabyyy · 7 months ago
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soooo i wrote a prequel to my drugging fic and found it in my drafts enjoyyyyy ✌️
(nsfw, minors DNI)
just what if ur like 👉👈🥺 making out on the couch and you just... blurt out that you wish he'd take what he wants from you even if you say no which just sparks this whole convo but ur both already all worked up and hot and bothered ok yeah do u see where i'm going w this??
"Really?" Dennis eyes you as if he doesn't believe what you've just confessed.
"Well, yeah," you shrug and look away, unsure of his reaction. His unfaltering gaze makes you uneasy. He shifts on the couch to face you fully, and you brace yourself for his judgement.
"What exactly are you talking about?" his question and the intensity of his tone throw you off.
"Huh?" there's a predatory steadiness to his gaze that makes you tingle.
"In these fantasies, what happens?"
Being put on the spot makes your cheeks burn, but in the spirit of full transparency, you relent, "I keep imagining this one... "scenario," let's say, where... you get me drunk or something and have your way with me."
"How so?" you can tell he's trying to lead you into something, but you're not sure what.
"What do you mean?"
His eyes squint slightly as he seems to choose his next words carefully, "Am I hurting you?"
"I guess... a little," your throat is becoming sore from the nervous knot that has come up. He scoots a little closer to you.
"Does it scare you?" he's so close. All you can do is nod. You swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch. "Do you want to try now?"
The heat of his body next to your own and the sharp, clean smell of his cologne make you lightheaded. "Huh?" you breathe as he lowers his face to your neck, pressing a kiss to the soft skin just below your ear.
"I've got something you could take. It'll turn your brain off," the feeling of his teeth against the lobe of your ear makes you gasp, "If that's what you want."
"Ok," you whimper.
"I'll be right back," he whispers before quickly standing, and leaving the room. He returns a few moments later with a pill bottle and a bottle of wine.
"What are those?" you point to the three pills he's poured into his hand, your head still spinning.
"Just something my doctor prescribes me," he says before crushing them into a dust between the coffee table and the wine bottle.
"What for?" you watch as he pours out two glasses of wine.
He doesn't look at you as he brushes the pile of pill dust into his palm and dumps it into one of the glasses, "It doesn't matter, here," he says as he hands it to you. You stare down at your reflection in the glass. "It's just valium," he says.
"Are you sure it's safe?" your heart is racing.
"Positive," he says, watching your face. "We don't have to do this." But he's too late. In two big gulps, you down your wine.
"Now what?" you wipe your lips and set the glass down.
"Do you have any rules for me to follow?"
You think for a moment, but eventually settle on, "Be nice to me this first time."
He smiles a little, "Fine." Reaching for the remote, he turns on the TV and reclines back on the couch. "Come here," he says, holding his arms open for you, "You're going to want to be lying down when it all kicks in." You do as you're told, leaning into his chest and resting your head above his heart. He turns on the TV, allowing the drone of some 90s sitcom to lull you to sleep.
When you finally wake up, your head feels foggy and everything seems to be moving slowly, like a dream.
"There she is," Dennis's face appears above your own briefly before he pecks your forehead and straightens to shrug off his open button-down shirt.
The comforter feels so good against your bare skin- warm and safe. But the cool draft of air conditioning raises goosebumps on your exposed shoulders. Wait, weren't you wearing a long-sleeve shirt? You shift your legs under the blankets and feel a warm, damp spot growing on the sheets between them. The bed dips as Dennis slides in next to you, slipping a hand under the covers to grope and grab at your naked body. You whine as his cold hands send chills across your skin.
"Shh, Daddy's gonna take care of you. All you have to do is just lie here and take it like a dumb little whore," he whispers in between kisses peppered along your neck and shoulder, "That shouldn't be too hard."
"Why does my head feel funny?" you don't recognize your own voice.
"Because I drugged you, stupid," he says coldly, as he brushes his fingers against your cheek. "I know I promised to be nice but you just look so pathetic it's embarrassing. I don't know if I'm going to be able to help myself. But it won't matter- you're not going to remember any of this anyway."
And you don't- at least not all of it. You wake up the next morning with a few scattered memories, lingering aches, and some small bruises you can't explain. Dennis is fast asleep beside you- nothing on but a pair of loose fitting boxers- with an arm draped over your stomach. You may not remember much from the night before, but just the thought of him violating you like that makes you wet. How he'd taken advantage of you. How you didn't- couldn't say no. But he kept his promise- he could've been rougher, he could've really hurt you, but he didn't. He took care of you the way you'd asked him to. You hope next time he won't be so nice.
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abiiors · 2 years ago
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heyy! not to flood ur requests again and rlly no pressure abt writing something if u don't feel like it (i feel so bad abt sending requests cause i feel like it pressures ppl and i dunno haha)
anyways i had this idea of the reader being an actress and matty visiting her on set and getting kinda jealous of her w her co-star (sucker for angst here sorry!)
Hey :)
I feel like I know who this anon is just based on the way this request is worded but do not worry, I will not out you, haha. Can you tell who the co-star is based on lmao?
Pls don’t ever feel bad about sending requests! I love them and they give me so much motivation to write. Anyway, I hope you have fun reading this! ❤️🍒💞
Matty x female reader
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Jealous Boyfriend
‘And cut!’ the director yells from her chair and the crew bursts into loud claps and cheers. 
Your co-star, Hal, looks at you, his lips swollen and his wavy hair mussed in a suggestive way, and his face splits into a huge grin. 
‘You were amazing!’ he gushes. 
You clutch the bedsheet around you tighter as you smile back at him. It doesn’t take your assistant long before she runs to you with a robe. 
Hal averts his eyes respectfully and waits for you to cover up. 
‘So were you!’ you reply with equal enthusiasm once you’re done. You talk to multiple crew members as you make your way to get dressed and tell them that you’ll see them tomorrow. 
The shoot has finally wrapped for the day (earlier than expected) and you’re excited to just spend a quiet night with Matty. 
‘So what’s your plan for the night?’ Hal catches up to you once you’re on your way to find your boyfriend. 
‘Oh hey,’ you smile, ‘my boyfriend’s on the set today so I’m just going home with him.’
‘It’s Matty Healy, right?’ he genuinely sounds excited and you nod back at him. 
‘Yea, he’s—’
‘Hey, love,’ Matty pulls you in for a kiss and you’re cut off from saying whatever you were about to. 
‘I was just telling Hal about you,’ you smile and turn to introduce him to your co-star.
‘Hey, man,’ Hal smiles, ‘I love your music!’ He extends a hand for a handshake. 
‘Thanks,’ Matty responds curtly and to your utter horror, doesn’t even bother to shake Hal’s hand. Then he turns to you as if Hal weren’t even there. 
‘Should we go?’
‘Um, sure,’ you mumble, still confused by his reaction. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ you tell Hal and wish him a good night. 
When he tries to go in for a hug, Matty pulls you into his side possessively. You awkwardly raise your hand in a wave and try to telepathically convey an apology to your co-star.
‘What the fuck was that?’ you ask as soon as Hal’s out of earshot.
‘What was what?’ he asks innocently.
‘You, acting like a complete ass!’ you fold your arms over your chest and look at him impatiently. 
‘Really?’ he asks incredulously, ‘you’re mad at me for not being best friends with the guy?’
‘Don’t twist my words,’ you warn.
‘Well sorry for not being all chummy with the guy who had his tongue shoved down your throat!’
So that’s what this is about… In the past, you’ve teased him about being jealous but him being a jealous boyfriend is where you draw the line. 
‘It’s my job!’
‘Sorry for not loving it when I have to see my girlfriend making out with other people,’ he sasses back. 
‘And you kiss fans on stage,’ you point out.
‘That’s different!’ 
‘How is that different?’ You try not to shout at him but this has been a long day and now he’s making it even more frustrating. 
‘I am not naked and moaning when I kiss them,’ he throws his hands in the air, rolls his eyes as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. 
‘And I’m not actually having sex with him!’ you defend. ‘It’s my character Sarah having sex with Hal’s character Cam! Why is that so hard to understand?’
‘Don’t talk to me like I’m a child,’ he argues. 
‘Well, you’re acting like a child!’ you argue back. 
You can feel the headache forming as you hold back the urge to yell and try to swallow your anger. It takes you another two seconds to take a deep breath to calm yourself. 
‘Hal’s my friend and this is my job,’ you explain calmly but he’s dead set on being an asshole. 
He scoffs and shakes his head. 
‘Your friend,’ he laughs bitterly, ‘that’s how it always starts.’
It makes you stop dead in your tracks.
That’s how it always starts…
‘What?’ you ask softly, give him one more chance to take it back. 
‘You heard me,’ he mutters petulantly. 
Does he not understand what he’s trying to imply? The pit in your stomach grows bigger as your restraint on your anger finally snaps. If he’s intent on being difficult then you can give him a taste of his own medicine. 
‘Well, fuck you, Matty,’ you spit, ‘don’t bother coming after me, I’m getting a hotel room.’ 
He opens his mouth to protest but you have no patience for him anymore. You turn on your heels and walk out of the set in a huff. 
He can come find you when he’s done being a dickhead but tonight he can just go fuck himself.
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(there's part 2 now)
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second-star-to-motunui · 2 years ago
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Hello! I saw ur how animals love or something like that with Twisted Wonderland and I was wondering if u could do same with malleus, azul, floyd and Jade (maybe for their part + including Azul, u could make them in their "animal" form, I said "animal" bc they have half of the top of their body human only bottom is animal what I saw in the image) it's okay if u don't wanna! Sorry bad english
How Do Animals Love? Pt 2
Feat. Octavinelle; Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech and Malleus Draconia
How do they show love with their animal sides?
They/Them pronouns for reader. Reader is referred to as Yuu.
A/N: I intended to add the fish mafia to the first part but couldn’t decipher a damn thing about how morays or octopus show affection to mates or if they even do that so buckle up and get ready for my bullshit marine biology report lol ✨
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Octopuses show affection with cuddling! They are very curious creatures and tend to learn about new things with lots of touching!
Azul more than likely won’t allow Yuu to see his animal form unless they are very close and they swear not to tell anyone how chubby he is in said form. Until then, he’s always got his hands on them, cradling their face and rubbing their cheeks or just wrapping an arm around them. Yuu is basically his personal body pillow.
His tentacles have a mind of their own. Azul can’t stop himself from wrapping them around Yuu just to hold them close. Yuu leaves cuddle sessions looking like they’re covered in hickies from head to toe. Those suction cups are no joke. Jade and Floyd tease them and Azul relentlessly for this.
“Hm? Oh hello, angelfish! No, don’t go, I was just doing some work. Sit here and let me hold you. We can do whatever you like once I’m done… My dear, why are you wearing that? Nobody needs to see the marks from my tentacles on your body! The twins are still bullying me after last time! … *sigh* You are lucky you’re adorable.”
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Morays are weird little freaks of nature. Their “affection” is basically not biting the hell out of you so long as you give them food and pets.
In Jade’s case, he prefers pets! He’s a little touched starved so when he’s in need of love, Yuu can expect him to suddenly wrap them in a warm hug from behind or nuzzle into their neck to leave kisses or bites if he’s in a certain mood.
Sometimes Jade will show up to Ramshackle just for some love. There’s nothing he loves more than laying in Yuu’s lap with his arms around them while they stroke his hair. He also really likes massages. Giving them or receiving? Both, he’s happy either way.
“Yuu, my darling, are you busy right now? I had a rather long day at the Monstro Lounge and I could use a recharge… Oh, you give such healing hugs. How would you like to go for a swim with me today?”
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Ever heard of the diver who fed a moray for 5-6 years so every time she went diving the moray would show up for pets? That is Yuu and Floyd.
Floyd likes to joke about how delicious Yuu look and playfully trying to bite their cheek. Yuu, taking the shenanigans a bit too literally, now gives Floyd snacks so he’ll stop staring at them with hungry eyes.
He’s not actually gonna eat them of course! But hey, he’s not gonna say no to free snacks. Plus the fact this little human’s first reaction to seeing Floyd is holding up a cookie or something is indescribably cute and hilarious to him.
“Oh woe is me, I feel dizzy! I could certainly go for some delicious shrimp right now… Lil Shrimpy! Don’t give me that look! You know I’m just teasing ya, c’mere. *smooch* I actually am hungry though. Let’s get Jade to cook us something tasty!”
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Dragons hoard shiny things and other stuff they consider treasure. That includes Yuu.
Nobody actually knows if Malleus has his own dragon treasure hoard. There’s rumors that his hoard lies somewhere in an abandoned castle in his hometown or in a secret place on Sage’s Island. Surprise! It’s in Ramshackle Dorm. Malleus sees Yuu as his most precious treasure so naturally he ended up leaving shiny objects around the dorm. It started with little things like gold coins or little jewels until it became a full blown hoard.
Yuu just moves all of Malleus’s treasure items into an empty bedroom where nobody grim can mess with it. Now that room is kind of like their nest. Malleus loves to lay in there with Yuu in his arms, hidden away from the world. A room full of beautiful jewels and gold and other treasures but his eyes remain on Yuu.
“Do you like that diamond I found, child of man? You may keep it if you like… Lay here with me for a moment, darling. Does this not feel like a fairytale? A dragon guards a castle and inside lies mountains of treasure and a beautiful prince/princess… Only I won’t let any knights steal you away from me.”
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whiskeynwriting · 3 years ago
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First of all CONGRATULATIONSS!!!! U trully deserve it like really your amazing and ur writing is just so perfect.. So I was thinking maybe the reader was close to getting hurt or death during a raid with Javier peña, and them admitting their feelings after a heated argument and then u know what comes after it with all the adrenaline and stuff😏 Again congrats and I am so happy for u, stay safe & sendig love🤍🤍
Thank you bb ♥️ you've supported me for so long and your love means the WORLD to me! 🥰😊😘
Something More
Javier Peña x Female Reader
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Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) use and descriptions of guns, physical violence, angry/possessive Javi, angst, friends with benefits, slight nipple play, vaginal sex, cumplay, fluffies, slight mention of cartels and drugs
A/N: Javi baby I’ll be yours 😍😍🥵
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At the end of the day, it’s not like he really had a choice. He’s not your boss, he can’t tell you what to do or where to go, or rather, where to not go. It’s not up to him, and if you’re being honest, he had no right trying to convince you to stay in the first place. Javier’s so-called ‘care’ for you made you feel small and weak, made you feel like you were a child to be looked after and not an asset to your team.
In your mind, it was just sex, and you thought he’d felt the same way, too. He doesn’t exactly have a great track record for dating women, he just sleeps around. And truly, you’re no different. So, you didn’t think it’d be a big deal if you slept together. But after doing so a handful of times, Javier’s feelings got the better of him. Maybe it was because he saw you every day, worked with you so closely and got to know you so well. The other women he slept with, he’d only see them if he wanted to. But with you, he had no choice. You were in his space all day, every day, and he just couldn’t fight it anymore.
“Where’s Peña?” Steve asks, glancing over at you in the passenger seat.
“I don’t know,” you respond, twisting up your face as you load your pistol. “Why’re you asking me?”
Steve grins, giving you another sideways glance. Then he shrugs.
“I dunno; he’s on our team.” Steve’s explanation is bullshit, and you both know it. “I don’t know where he is; just figured I’d ask.”
You shoot him a stare as you cock your gun, shoving it into the front holster of your tac vest. Whatever, Murphy. With a slight huff, and another chuckle from your older teammate, you switch off your phone and shove into the middle compartment. You need to get in the right headspace for this and thinking about Javier is not the way to do that.
Javier. It’s funny, you think, referring to him by his full name or his last name while working. Because when he was inside you, it was always Javi.
“Javi, baby, please, please don’t stop.”
“Shh…” he’d cooed, whispering into your ear before placing a furry of tender kisses there. “Nghh, fuck.”
He’d covered your neck in kisses, occasionally sucking on your earlobe while he rocked into you. Javi’s large palms roamed your body, caressing your back, holding your hips, touching every part of you he could. He made you feel so full, but not too full, not to the point where it was painful. He also knew how to use his hips, moving them rhythmically against yours. It made for the most pleasurable experience, for both him and you.
“Javi, Javi, Javi…”
Fuck, stop.
   Steve pulls into an alleyway about five minutes later, allowing both of you to approach the scene quietly. You meet Javier and the rest of your team near the edge of the building, your group now reviewing your strategy before executing the plan. Steve stays by your side, or rather, you stay by his. Any excuse to get further away from Javier.
When your group gets into formation, your specific spot is near the rear. There are three men behind you covering your back, and five other officers in front, Javier leading the pack. You are to sweep the building for any possible evidence or convicts. You don’t expect a particularly large group of the cartel to be in here, but you are expecting a few stragglers. With your handgun to your chest, you make your way up the stairs, each pair of you dispersing into your assigned level of the building as you continue your ascent. Your assigned partner for the bust is Agent Romero, but when you step onto the fifth floor, your assigned floor, another agent joins you instead.
“What are you doing?!” you hiss, shooting Javier a glare.
“I switched partners.” He whispers back, eyes not on you but scanning your surroundings.
“Why?”
He doesn’t respond, just sends a quick look your way. A look that says shut up and do your job, or maybe his look says you already know why. Maybe it’s both, and maybe he should be doing his job and stay with his own partner. Regardless, you roll your eyes and remind yourself of where you are.
It’s obvious you’re annoyed with him, but when it comes to your safety, your aggravation doesn’t matter. He knows you can handle yourself; he knows that. But it’s too much stress to see you out in the field and not be by your side, not knowing whether or not you’re okay. So he continues on, taking lead as the two of you scan the fifth floor.
“Let’s split up.”
“What? No –”
But you’re already gone, deciding you can do this on your own. You step off to the left, rounding a couple of abandoned desks. And then you hear something rustle, seeing a small stack of papers fall off the side of the nearest wooden surface.
“Put your hands where I can see them.” you calmly demand, training your weapon on that same desk.
You can see the top of someone’s head, a light brush of dark hair that had been moving slightly. And at your words, they rise, hands still at their sides.
“Hands up and behind your head.”
He does as you say, watching with a stoic expression as you approach him. When you go to reach for one of his hands, though, intending on cuffing him, he swings. His fist hits you dead in the chest and knocks you back. He tries to run but you grab his arm, tugging him back. The force of his blow had stunned you so much that you dropped your gun, and lucky for you, he doesn’t have one, either.
It turns into a full-fledged fight; one you’re not prepared for. But you’ve trained for this, so you handle it as best you can. You’re able to twist one of his arms behind his back, your struggle growing loud enough to draw Javier’s attention. He comes running, seemingly out of breath as he draws his weapon. He sees you restraining the man, but decides to take action anyway. In a few large strides, he’s next to the two of you, grabbing the man’s arms and slightly shoving you aside. You scoff as he does so, watching Javier whip out his handcuffs to detain the man.
To say you’re angry would be an understatement. You feel absolutely embarrassed, and offended. You were clearly in charge of the situation. He could’ve stood by in case you needed backup, not shove you out of the way and take over completely. It made you feel fucking weak, he made you feel weak.
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Everyone decided to go out and celebrate, the plan being a complete success. But you choose not to go. You have nothing to celebrate, not personally. You love going out into the field, love taking action and making an actual difference. And Javier took that away from you.
It’s late when you get back to the office, dark outside and dimly lit on the inside. The only people occupying the building during these hours are the janitors, and you already have a key to get inside, so you don’t even have to speak to them. All you’re doing is grabbing a few case files, intending to review them over the weekend in order to get ahead. When you see the papers on your desk, you pile them into a folder with a defeated sigh. Maybe you’ll have a better chance next time.
“Hey,”
You don’t even turn around, you just close your eyes, releasing a frustrated breath.
“Why are you here, Javier?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He casually responds, walking up behind you and then standing at your side. “Look, I’m… I’m sorry about today.”
“You do this all the time.” You have your teeth clenched; eyes still pinched shut as you try to control your rage.
“What?” he asks, voice quiet yet slightly surprised.
“You constantly undermine me, Javier. Constantly. I’ve done my training; I’ve done my time. I’m not a rookie anymore and more importantly,”
Finally, you spin around, eyebrows furrowed as you stare up at him.
“You’re not my boss.” You then shove past him, folder tucked under your arm. “You need to stop acting like you can tell me what to do.”
“I’m trying to apologize, can’t you wa –”
“Javier,” you scoff, finally stepping away to leave. “Fuck off.”
         You make it home, seeing red the entire way. And Javier does the same, each of you stomping into your respective homes and slamming the doors behind you. You opt to take a shower to calm down, but Javier is different.
         He plops down on his couch, groaning as he rubs his face. Both the whiskey and cigarettes aren’t far away but he doesn’t feel like reaching for either of them. Instead, he reaches for the phone. Unbeknownst to him, you’re washing away your worries in hot steam, so you don’t answer when he calls. He assumes, though, that you’re ignoring him. Which only aggravates him more. He doesn’t know what to do. He thought he was helping you, protecting you, but at the same time he can see things from your point of view, too. The feelings he has for you… maybe you don’t feel the same. But he reminds himself that that can’t be true. He sees the way you look at him, feels the way you fuck him. None of that is fake.
         A few miles away, you finish your shower, wrapping your hair up and stepping out. It made you feel better, refreshed your mental state. You’d also received some bruises from your short fight, the hot water helping the areas that are slowly beginning to ache. Some sweatpants and a light tank top are what you choose for the night, keeping your clothes light and making sure they don’t hug your body too tight. And then you sit down, taking a moment to rest on the couch. It only takes seconds for you to shoot right back up.
         “What the fuck are you doing here?!” you spit, opening the door to see Javier. He’d been pounding on it relentlessly, clearly still frustrated. “Why’re you being so loud?”
         “Why did you ignore me?” he responds, completely disregarding your questions.
         “What?”
         He strides past you and through the door, stomping into your living room while he rubs a hand over his jaw. Quickly closing the door, you follow him further inside, watching him move around in his flustered state.
         “I called you,” he finally says, hands on his hips. “Why didn’t you pick up?”
         “I was in the shower, Javier. I didn’t even know you had called.”
         “So, what?” he shrugs, continuing on. “You’re just done with me? Is that it?”
         “What the fuck are you talking about?” now you’re growing aggravated, the adrenaline you’d felt earlier quickly returning. “When did I ever say that?”
         “Sure as hell seems like it, since you told me to fuck off.”
         “Look, I was mad, okay? And I had every right to be!”
         “I tried apologizing, and you just walked away!” he shouts, feeling incredibly hurt. It stung when you said those words to him and nothing more. It felt like you were walking out of his life.
         He surges forward toward you, immediately crowding your space with his toned body and booming voice. His chest drops deeply, now rising rapidly as he inhales his next breath. Hesitantly, he reaches for you, his hands falling on your hips.
         “I don’t like you being out there, okay? I don’t like not… knowing.”
         “Not knowing what?”
         “Whether or not you’re okay.”
         You swallow at his response, thinking it over in your head. Javier actually worries about you? But your thoughts quickly turn, convincing yourself that that’s what anyone on your team would do. Honestly, he probably just wants a quick fuck.
         “Look Javier, thanks for looking out for me. It’s what anyone on our team would do. But I’m not in the mood to argue, and I’m not in the mood for sex. So, if that’s what you want, go find Vanessa or something.”
         “Would you stop being so goddamn defensive?!”
         “How can I not be when you act like you’re my goddamn boyfriend but only come around for sex?! You can sleep around, and so can I. This isn’t something that’s exclusive.”
         “Well, I want it to be.”
         For once, you’re speechless; all you do is stare up at him. Your anger is still there, sure, but only because you don’t want to show him that you’re cracking underneath. You don’t want to believe him, but why would he say it if it wasn’t true? He’s never mentioned anything about being exclusive before, hell, you’ve never even been on a real date before.
         “Really?”
         “Yes.” he steps even closer to you, the hands he once held at your hips now sliding around your lower back. “I care for you, bonita.” (pretty)
         Javi’s left hand rises to brush a strand of hair away from your face, now cupping your cheek. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his, the furious adrenaline coursing through your veins now turning into something different, something pleasurable and exciting.
         “I thought, I thought this was…”
         “Whatever you thought this was,” he says in that low and slightly rough tone. “It’s not, not anymore. I want it to be something more.”
         You don’t often see him like this, so vulnerable with his emotions. He usually remained rather stern on the outside, stubborn and determined. Feelings deeper than that were just that, deep, hidden away where no one could find them. Not even him.
         “Is that what you want?” he then asks as his thumb strokes your cheek, worry accompanying the emotions his vulnerability brings. For a moment he waits in silence, terrified inside that you won’t return how he feels.
         “I didn’t let myself feel that way for you,” you admit in a hushed tone, and it makes his heart sink. “It’s hard to let you in, because… I feel like it will only hurt.”
         His face twists in confusion, his head tilting slightly. The hand on your face doesn’t move, though, and you don’t want it to.
         “I didn’t think you’d want me like that.”
         Your own hands begin to slide up his front, fingers rubbing slightly at the fabric over his chest. And then, your eyes dip down in uncertainty, thinking about how to translate the thoughts swirling through your head.
         “Tell me if you want this.” He begs, licking his lower lip.
         Nerves bubble up inside him, anxiety tensing his muscles to their limit.
         “I want this with you, Javi.”
         Hearing you speak his nickname again makes him melt inside, all of his anxiety brushed away in one deep breath. And when your eyes meet his, he can practically feel you asking for him.
         Javi mirrors your need, dipping his head down to capture your lips with his. The hands that you’d placed on his chest slide up to his neck, fingernails brushing against the tips of his hair. He uses his right hand on your back to pull you flush against him, a small moan now purring from your lips. And inside, your heart flutters. It feels strange, fully letting go and allowing him into your life like this. But you hope it’s good, you believe it will be good.
         Slowly, you begin to move against the other, feeling the other’s body on yours. Your gentle caresses turn into passionate grabs as you hold each other, because this is unlike anything you’ve felt before. To surrender fully to someone has never been an easy thing for you, but with Javi, you know you’ll be safe with him.
         “Oh,” you huff out against him, his full lips insistent on meeting yours.
         He molds his mouth to you, disregarding your slight noise as your back hits the far wall. And he easily moves, immediately moves, picking you up and wrapping both of your legs around his waist.
         “Oh…” it hits the air gently, your quiet moan.
         Javi nudges your head to the side with his nose, his lips and tongue then finding your neck. You hold him against you while both of his hands remain underneath your thighs. His grip is firm, strong, continuing to hold you up between himself and the wall. He’s already grinding into you, his tighter pants allowing you to feel his full length. You’re both an absolute mess of sighs and moans, his heavy breaths hitting your skin with each heated pant. He groans lightly when you tug on his hair, nails scratching against his scalp.
         “Do you want to, baby?” he asks breathily against your throat, continuing the placement of his heated and sloppy kisses.
         All you do is nod, hands lowering to his face and dragging him up to yours. You press Javi’s full lips to your own, passionately moaning against him. And that’s all he needs.
         He knows the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand, having been here so many times over the past few months. Without much guidance from his own eyes, he lifts you from the wall and begins to walk down your hallway. He makes it past your bathroom on the left, and with a few more steps, turns into your bedroom on the right. It makes you smile against him, knowing how well he remembers your home. If only you knew how fondly he thinks of it.
         “Baby,” you breathe out, both hands holding his face as he lays you down.
         Javi gives you a quick kiss before he stands, turning to switch on the small lamp sitting at your desk. He then lifts his shirt, turning back to you as he tosses it onto your desk behind him. The breath that comes from your chest is one of contentment, watching as his skilled fingers drop to his belt, setting it aside and then sliding down his pants. It’s then that he returns to you, crawling over you on your bed, body hovering over yours. He urges you to lay back, slow yet sensual kisses places directly onto your lips. And while he distracts you like this, his hands work their way down to the hem of your shirt, and you lean up when he tugs at it lightly. He slides it off your form, and like clockwork, he then moves to undo your bra.
         “Mm…” he mumbles, pressing his face against them.
         “Javi…” it feels natural like this, saying his name. Not his full one, not his title, his name. The shortened word making the moment much more intimate than before.
         He savors this moment, really takes it in. You’d only had sex with him in your bed one other time before, the act usually unfolding on one of your couches or on his own mattress. Sometimes even in the back of his jeep, but that’s a story for another time, perhaps.
         He’ll never admit it, but over these past few months, Javier has thought of nothing but you. He’d imagined so many women to be you, women he’d kissed and fucked and met a dozen times before. But when he had sex with you, it felt more intimate, felt more natural. It wasn’t just a simple fling for him, it never was. And now that he has you all to himself, it’s like he’s unlocking a world he thought may never be open.
         Suddenly, Javi moves down your body, pressing kisses between your breasts as he trails down. The warm wetness of his tongue glides across your skin, those effortlessly tender lips kissing your stomach and hips. You shiver at the feel of it; Javi always seemed to worship your body whenever you were naked with him, and now you know why.
         “Oh!” you gasp, feeling him nip at the thin skin of your hip.
         He sucks on it, grazing his teeth along it and making sure he leaves his mark. While he’s doing so, his hands hook into the waistband of your pants, sliding them down and kissing every inch of exposed flesh that he reveals. He’s never licked you before, though he’s thought of it often. And while he wants to stick his tongue inside and see how you taste, he decides it’s better for a later date.
         All of a sudden, you reach down, hauling him back up to you. He’d begun to remove your panties, but you finish the job for him by shimmying them down your legs and then kicking them off. Passionately, you hold his face, pressing your lips to his over and over again.
         “Let me grab a condom,” he mutters, giving you one more kiss, and then another on your cheek.
         He remembers you grabbing one from your nightstand the last time you’d had sex in your bed, so he reaches over to do the same. In two quick swipes, the drawer opens and shuts, Javi now returning with the packet in hand.
         “Let me do it,” you sigh, reaching out for it. “Let me.”
         Javi smiles down at you, always a fan of your eagerness. He’d never met another woman that did this for him, he always put it on himself. But he leans back and upright, resting on his knees so he can allow you to reach him. You sit up, too, following his motions. Your eyes immediately focus on the beautiful erection between his thighs, hanging heavily and waiting. Without pulling your eyes away, you tear the top off of the wrapper, letting the piece fall beside you as you lay the rubber covering over his tip. You don’t have to look up at him to know that he’s watching too, his jaw dropping and broad palms coming to rest on your knees. With delicate motions, your right hand holds him, your left rolling the protective piece down. When it’s fully on, Javi sighs, the sound rough and deep. You smirk to yourself, both hands wrapping around and jerking him slowly. Inside, you can feel yourself pulse, watching him rock his hips into your grasp.
         You’ve always loved listening to Javi’s grunts and groans; he sounded so different like this. You’d heard the noises he made while working out or fighting, and while those made you just as hot for him, these ones are just… different. They’re exhaled with more meaning, more passion.
         “Cariño…” he groans, now tilting his head up to look at you. (Baby…)
         And when you meet those deep, chestnut eyes, you lean back, allowing him to hover over you once again. His loving gaze doesn’t leave, not until he places a kiss on your cheek, and then on your jaw, all while positioning himself between your legs. You let your eyes close when you feel him nudge your entrance, his face now nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Both of your hands move to Javi’s back, holding him against you as he slides inside.
         “Javi…”
         His groan vibrates through his chest, the ending of it more of a sigh than anything else. In one smooth slide, he’s all the way in, his hips meeting your own. He grinds himself into you, the firm press of it making you moan.
         “Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, breaths already becoming hurried.
         He presses his face further against you, lets his chest lay over yours though not enough for it to hurt you. His left arm slides up, laying his forearm down beside your head for support. Javi’s right hand decides to travel lower, now holding onto your hip as he begins to move back.
         Even the slightest of movements makes your insides glow, sets your body alight with desire and pleasure. It makes you want more, and his body reacts the same, not even pulling all the way out before sliding back in. His lips brush over your skin, the hair above his lips and the stubble scattering his cheeks scratching you kindly. The sensation only furthers the ripple of goosebumps washing over you, making you cling that much tighter to him.
         He whispers your name, the coarse tone of the syllables echoing in your ear. And then he moans it again, hips now steadily rocking into yours. When he gives you a particularly hard thrust, your nails scratch down his neck and shoulders, the movement immediately followed by a harsh bite on your earlobe.
         “Fuuuck, yes. Javi faster, please.” You whine out, throwing your head back as you rise your pelvis to meet his own.
         “Mierda,” the word is hissed against your neck, Javi’s open mouth now panting against you. (Fuck)
         At your wish, his thrusts begin to quicken. He dives inside, grunts now slipping past his lips with every fervent shove. Javi’s motions become heated, all while remaining sensual. His hand continues to grip your hip, rising to firmly hold your waist.
         “Can I go deeper, bonita?” he asks with a sweet kiss to your ear. “Feels so good when I’m deep.”
         “Yes,” you immediately return. “Yes, Javi. Please go deeper.”
         All at once, Javi pulls back, the muscles in chest and stomach flexing above you. He lifts the arm he was leaning on beside your head, placing his palm underneath your left leg. He bends your knee, shoving it upward toward your stomach while keeping your other leg down. The new angle allows him to shift his hips, now moving to pound himself down into you.
         “Oh my god, Javi… fuck,”
         “Ugh,” he chokes out a groan into the crook of your neck. “Feels so good…”
         Your nails scratch along his back, the harshness he’s delivering almost painful. The muscles in your legs stretch for him, doing whatever he asks. His nose nudges your head further to the side, sucking on your neck with intent.
         “I need this,” he grunts out, lifting his head and returning his lips to yours. “Fucking hell.”
         “Baby you’re so, s – s” you continue to stutter, feeling his cocky grin grow beside you. “Strong.”
         “Yeah? Is that what you like about me?” his beautiful smirk remains, the curve of his nose tracing a path along your jaw. “Hm?”
         “Among many other things, yes…” you sigh out, a wide smile now running across your own lips.
         “You sexy fucking thing.” He grumbles, bending your leg even further back. “Look at how well you take me.”
         “Fuck, Javi, you make me feel fucking amazing. Baby,”
         “Baby, you’re gonna be mine?” he quickly asks, huffing the sentence out in two breaths.
         “Yes, Javi. I wanna be yours; I wanna be with you, baby.”
         “I like making sure you’re safe, bonita. I know you’re strong, but that doesn’t mean you have to fight.”
         You hadn’t expected to hear such soft and meaningful words from him, but they make your heart melt inside, make you go soft beneath him. A sudden gasp forces its way past your lips, your eyes fluttering shut as he hits that very specific spot. He feels your walls clench around him, feels you pulse inside. It makes him groan and growl into your neck.
         “Ngh, I can feel it, fuck.” Javi’s panting has grown frantic, his pelvis slapping down onto yours. “Cum baby, I know you can do it. I know how good it feels for you…”
         “Javi,”
         “Do it for me.”
         He thrusts into you harder, his nose now running up your cheek as he nuzzles into you. Then he kisses you there, his hurried breaths fanning out over your face.
         You’re still in awe of the pleasure Javi’s been able to bring you since the first time you’d laid with him in bed. He had a certain way with himself, swaying his hips into you at a gracefully powerful pace. It made you feel weak, but in the best way you’ve ever known.
         “Yes, yes…”
         It’s not sudden, you’d seen it coming. Each shove of his cock inside brought incredible waves of bliss to your system, building you up from the moment he entered. He has such amazing stamina, fully satisfying your needs before his own. And as he does so, he feels you shiver, his right arm snuggling its way beneath your back to hold you close. As soon as it hits, you cling to him, arms and legs wrapping around his firm body. He drops your leg to allow you to do so, letting you bring him in closer. Jesus, it feels so wonderful to finally have him like this, having him and knowing you don’t have to let him go. His beautiful body holds your own, continuing to coax you through your high.
         The ripple of his own shaking muscles comes shortly after, his open mouth laying over your skin as he moans. He loves when you wrap your legs around him like this, linking them behind his lower back and shoving him further inside. Your inner channel squeezes him tight, the wet heat of your own cum allowing him to easily slide in and out. His eyes roll back into his skull at the sensation, hips jerking harshly against your own. Each thrust is sharp and deep, the rush of his cum flooding his body with a euphoric high. But before he lets himself release into you, into the covering you’d laid over him, he pulls out.
         You shriek at the sensation, head snapping down to watch him. He rips the condom off, tossing it aside on the bed. His movements are almost frantic, kneeling up between your legs with his hand flying down to grip his cock. Javi’s tan body shakes above you, jerking himself off between your legs and into your stomach. He’s gasping and panting, the fingers of his free hand digging into the sweet flesh of your thigh. It doesn’t take long for the first spurt to arrive, shooting hotly across your stomach.
         “Oh,” he groans, pumping his hand with his brow furrowed deep. “Ugh.”
         Javi’s staring down at where his cum litters your belly, gasping out harshly as it lands on your skin. You gain your bearings enough to lean up, resting back on your forearms as you watch. Your legs lay out on either side of him, breaths slowing down as you watch his release. The grunts from his throat are forceful, sinful, followed by a few satisfied sighs.
         “Ugh…” he groans, lowering his body over yours.
         His back stays slightly arched, his stomach not pressing over his own cum as he holds you. Both hands slide around to your back, face pressing back into the crook of your neck. And you smile at his loving affections, your hands rising to pet lightly at his dark curls. You can feel him place a few firm kisses, his lips meeting your neck a handful of times.
         “Baby,” he grumbles, head turning to the side to place a kiss on your ear.
         He then inhales a deep breath, face resting over your soft, sweet-smelling hair. A happy hum moves through your chest, a calm smile forming along with it. He holds you so tightly, slightly rubbing himself over you.
         “Baby,” he repeats quietly, “You’re mine.” 
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angelplummie · 3 years ago
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Hello! How are you? I saw your HCs of Class A boy’s insecurities and I enjoyed reading it! May I request Shinsou, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Sero for the next part of them if you are planning on doing a Part 2? Thank you💜
THINGS CLASS 1-A BOYS ARE INSECURE ABOUT and how you help them feel better p.2
tiny angst big comfort
1A boys x reader
masterlist
warnings: none!
part 1 shiratorizawa ver.
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TODOROKI
•shoto, surprisingly, has insanely hairy legs
•like HOLY SHIT THAT GUYS LEGS ARE HAIRY
• he’s kinda self conscious about it especially since he got teased for it as a kid, and it’s kinda unexpected of him
• when he’s at ur dorm ur watching a movie and ur doing that cute couples thing where he’s on the sofa and ur right below him and his legs are on either side of u
•well his sweats were riding up his leg so much so that the elastic is over his knee now, and his whole shin is out
• absent mindedly, you lean over to one side and wrap your arms around his calve.
•he kinda jumps when you run your fingers through the hair and muzzle your face into his knee
•”what are you doing?”
•”hm?”
•”why are you hugging my leg?”
• “cuz i wanted to. do you want me to stop?”
• ...
• “no”
• you turn back the movie fingers resuming their gentle combing through his leg hairs. which felt weird for shoto, but not necessarily unwelcome
•he was a little embarrassed, but you didn’t seem to mind his leg hair, so why should he?
BAKUGOU
• for some reason, he’s really hyper conscious of how he smells? like he’s showering all the time just to make sure he doesn’t reek
•it probably comes from his sweating a lot for his quirk, but either way, he does not want to smell bad ever. ever ever ever ever
• especially when he starts dating you, he hates the idea of him hugging you and you just thinking about how badly he reeks
• (even though no one has ever told him he smells bad, or even suggested it? entirely in his head)
• so when he comes home one day after gruelling hero training, all sweaty and gross because the showers were closed, his worst fear comes to light as you jump on him, throwing your arms around his middle and pressing your face into the side of his chest, dangerously close to his armpit
•he can’t open his arms, then ud be hit with stench, so he squeezes his arms into his side and gives ur back an awkward pat
•you huff and hold him tighter
• “hug me properly!!”
•he sighs
• “can’t, ’m too stinky from training”
• “like i care, im showering later anyway”
• begrudgingly, he opens his arms and embraces you.
• “you don’t even smell bad”
• “i don’t?”
• “no. you just smell like my boyfriend”
• he grumbles something before kissing the top of your head
• “that was cute. now go shower”
SERO
•has really bad acne
• gets quite down about it tbh, he thinks it makes him look so ugly :(((
• has tried everything under the sun to get rid of them
• but nothing seems to work
•picks at them nonstop, asked denki to shock him every time he catches him doing it
• put fuckinh tooth paste on that shit cuz he’s an idiot, wondered how that turned out ser-bear 🤡
•anywho,,, when u guys start dating and hanging out more, u seek the way he drowns his skin in chemicals and looks at his pimple covered face with distain whenever he has the mirror to himself
•you feel bad, bc u actually find acne really hot, but u know it wouldn’t help just to tell him he’s a smoke show
• so u tell him physically, holding his face in your hands and kissing his scarred, hyper-pigmented cheeks, even doing your face masks with him to give his skin a break from his incessant onslaught
• he slowly starts to feel neutral to the pink that covers his cheeks, and with your help, the acne dies down. even when it flares up again, he doesn’t mind too much, because he knows you will always love his face, no matter what
SHISOU
•he can never get his hair to behave
•it always ends up in the same overly voluminous mane, and he hates it
• he wants it to look something like todorokis, but his hair is too thin and too poofy to go down straight like that
• so he always ends up with untameable hair every morning, it really bothers him
• it wasn’t really that huge of an issue, until he started liking you
• he didn’t wanna be know as the mind control boy with the shitty hair to you, he wanted you to like him to :(
• that’s why he’s over the moon when you come up behind him when he’s finishing work off at break still in his desk and you take a strand of his hair and run your fingers over it
•he jumps a little initially
•”what are you doing?”
•when he spins around he sees it’s you and his eyes instantly soften
•”your hair is really soft shinsou. how do you get it so poofy?” you say still carding your fingers thru it
•his brain function stops when he feels your hands on his scalp and his heart is surely going to shatter his ribs with how fast it’s beating
• “Shinsou?”
• “mommy? I MEAN YES”
(not really but can you imagine)
• “mhm? oh yeah, uh, i don’t really do anything to it, it’s just like that.”
•”damn that’s pretty cool, you must do something for it to be this soft though.”
•”i-i dont.”
•”hm. pretty cool”
• you give his head a final ruffle just as the bell goes and you flounce back to you desk
•like he’s gonna be able to concentrate after that
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thank u for tuning in to part 2!!!! i am greatly enjoying this series, if u want to request any other characters/volleyball teams pls sound off in my asks!! hope u had fun reading! reblogs and replies appreciated!! bye love you bye !
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chippedaxe · 3 years ago
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mm lactation kink.
-🪴
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Title: Sweet Baby Boy..
Warnings: NSFW!, Dom reader, soft sex, lactation kink, mommy kink, praising, pet names, mentions of pregnancy (but not pregnant reader),
Pairing: Sub! Karl x Dom! Reader
Pronouns: she/her afab
Synopsis: You feel embarrassed as you start to lactate unexpectedly but Karl soothes all your worries, feeling extremely turned on from just the sight.
Word count: 1.5k
Note: Yay I'm finally finishing the old requests, r u proud of me? :)
* Also IDK what u wanted but I suddenly thought of this idea and decided to use ur ask as an excuse to write it tbh
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You walked into the bathroom to have a shower, having done a ton of sex last night without showering afterwards had made you very dirty and smelly. Karl had already woken up early in the morning before you had and showered so he didn't need to have one anymore.
You pulled your shirt up and that's when it began, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and looked down at your chest. "Why're my breasts leaking?" you touched your nipples and got some of the liquid on there, hesitantly smelling the white liquid and coming to the conclusion that it was breast milk.
"Holy shit!- Am I pregnant?.." A bunch of thoughts ran through your mind but you were desperate to shut them up, hadn't you taken your birth control? Karl came in after hearing you scream and stood in the doorway "What is it, love?" he spoke.
You slowly turned around to face him, pushing your breasts up to reveal what you were so worried about "I'm lactating!" you exclaimed "Oh wow.." Karl's voice was breathless. Karl stood there frozen, a tent forming in his trousers "Don't say that!-" you were flustered and embarrassed to be lactating.
You turned back around and faced the mirror, letting your breasts go and bringing your hands up to cover your face. "Fuck.. That's hot.." Karl admitted quietly, you slowly took your hand off your face and looked at him in the mirror. Karl walked towards you and hugged you from behind, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts.
You let out a soft sound of affirmation "I'm so embarrassed, why is this happening.." you lowered your head "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" Karl told you. You snickered and couldn't help the smile that crept up on your face "What's that supposed to mean?" you chuckled.
Karl shrugged and you twirled to face him, you leaned in and captured his lips with yours. Your hands grabbing his torso and bringing him closer to you, your chest pressing up against his. Karl pulled away from the kiss for a moment to share more love for your nipples "You sure are infatuated with them, dear" you commented.
"Your milk tastes so good, mommy.." Karl moaned as he finally tasted some of your breast milk, squeezing them in hope that more will come out. "Ah. Be gentle with mommy, darling.." you cooed and brushed the hair out of his face, caressing his cheek gently. Karl whined and roughly bit down on your nipple, a loud gasp escaping your mouth.
"b-bad boy!" You grabbed the back of his head and tore him off your nipples "noooo, mommy please... I'm hungry.." Karl begged "You should have thought of that before biting me! Look how you hurt mommy!" you pointed at the deep bite mark that was placed on your chest. "I won't do it again! I'll be a good boy, promise! Just let me suck on them again.." Karl sniffled, you thought he may actually start to cry.
You gave in and let him suck again, making sure he would be more gentle this time. Karl's tongue swirled around your nipple, sucking gently and trying to just drink all the milk that dribbled out. Karl's cock was hard in his tight pants, twitching against the fabric and desperate to be let out. Karl's hips started grinding against the air slowly and unintentionally as he was paying attention to your boobs.
You sighed and made him pull away again "What's wrong, mommy?" he pouted "I need to shower, can you finish sucking after I get out?" you ask "Why can't I just clean you with my tongue? Or I can shower with you.." Karl pleads "If you showered with me then we both know I would only be getting dirtier" you grinned.
You slid out of your clothes and stepped into the shower, leaving a sad Karl behind in the bathroom. "Mommy- can I please join you? I promise to be good.." Karl calls out "You said that last time, baby, you can't fool me again!" you answered. You turned the water on and let it soak you in warm water "Noooooo! What if the water washes away all your milk? That could've been mine!" Karl complains "Patience, my baby boy" you respond.
"Mommy, I'm so hard.." Karl groans and presses up against the shower door. The glass door is mainly covered due to the steam but you could clearly see Karl outside with his hand pressed against the door, his panting only making the glass more foggy. "Aw- are you touching yourself out there?" you teased "y.. yes mommy.." Karl moaned. "And who said you could do that?" you asked with a smirk "u-uh,, you?" Karl clearly knows he's wrong.
"You've been acting up quite a lot today, maybe it's because mommy's been neglectful.. Is that it, you need more attention?" you slid the door open and invited him in. Karl had already undressed so he just jumped in beside you, rushing to devour you in the shower but you stopped and pushed him against the wall. "No. You're going to stand there and watch while I shower" you told him "Huh?? Can I at least jerk off?" Karl hoped.
"No. If you're a good boy and you listen to my instructions then I'll do it for you." You crossed your arms over your chest, causing more milk to dribble out. Karl stared in awe and tried to remain calm, his hot throbbing muscle between his legs twitching uncontrollably and trying to gain some friction from bucking against the air.
You bent over and grabbed your hair products, squirting it into your hand and then rubbing it into your hair. Karl's mouth was watering, drooling down his chin. You stood back up and washed it out, the soap washing out and going down the drain. "Can I touch you now?" Karl asked impatiently "You can certainly come here and wash my hair for me" you answered "Aw.." but he did as you asked.
You then asked him to help wash your body which Karl was more than eager for. Karl lathered his hands up with the soap and began to grope you, grasping and grabbing at your exposed skin and covering it with the soap. He cupped your breasts again and leaned his head on your shoulder, toying with your nipples between his fingers.
Milk squirted out which made you flustered, jerking up in your current position and feeling quite embarrassed. "That's so hot, mommy.." Karl groans into your ear, his hard cock rubbing up against your thigh unintentionally. You rubbed back up against him which made a choked out moan come out, Karl gasped and grasped onto your hips.
"Mommy,, can I fuck you?" Karl asked desperately "Wouldn't you rather fuck my tits? You can watch them squirt milk as you thrust against them.." you suggest to him, Karl's eyes light up and he agrees immediately. You turn the shower off and you both get out, you kneel down on the bathroom floor, using your towel to stop your knees from being hurt by the tiles.
Karl stood there and smiled down at you, his cock perked up proudly "Thank you so much mommy, you make me so happy.." Karl complimented you as he slowly slid his cock between your breasts. You pushed your boobs up so it'd be more pleasurable for him, the white milk spilling out. The sight makes Karl almost burst right away but he holds on, rocking his hips against you.
Karl covers his mouth with his freehand, his dick becoming wet and slick from the milk. "Mommy- gonna cum.." Karl sounded whiny as he was approaching his climax, his legs shaking like he was becoming weaker. Karl lets out his load on your chest before his knees buckle and he comes tumbling down, you catch him before he fully falls down and you lay him on the floor.
"That felt.. so good.. I love you, mommy" Karl pants heavily as he tries to recover and catch his breath "Aw.. I love you too, Karl.." you lean down to press another kiss against his lips. "But baby.. Answer me this, okay?" Karl perked up at your question "yes, love? What is it?" Karl was curious "Well.. Who told you that you were allowed to cum?" you asked, a smirk creeping onto your face.
"I- I- I just thought.." Karl stammered "That's right, no one said that.. Now come here and let mommy give you an appropriate punishment." you stood up and got on top of Karl "Y-Yes mommy!" Karl responded happily.
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catcze · 3 years ago
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HEHEHEHE cue evil laughter, Imma make everyone horny on main now
/Hj? Idk, also best in mind that I don't write at all so feel free to critique whatever feels off I dunno
- sitting on childe's face
-hhh
- that man is so fucking strong, he can hold up your weight any day
- he coaxes and pleads with you gently, you don't have to do it if you're uncomfy ofc, he'll stop right away, but eventually you give in
- a lot of 'you sure?? Are you sure sure?? Like, super sure?' from you
- he doesn't get the fuss
-if he dies, he dies happy
- you try to hover at first, then your legs give out
- your thighs wrap around his face, and oh my god, he lets out the noise of a starved man digging into a full course meal
- try and cover your mouth all you want, he's gonna find a way to make you scream
- you hold his hand tightly, squeezing it as hard as you can to stabilize yourself
- the dude is in bliss
-after you come, you're exausted and your eyes close immediately
-cuz honestly, when you're being eaten out, I think it'd be fair to get tired
- Childe chuckles and takes a moment to breathe, and clean you up as you lay
- taking a damp cloth and running his hands through your thighs and legs, not on a sexual way now, but just to feel if everything's okay and to ask how you're feeling
- poor you, you're still on cloud 9 and are barely coherent
- he covers you with a light blanket and you go to sleep almost as soon as he does
- he leans back and spoons you, hugging you and whispering simple nothing's about how glad he is to have you and how amazing you are
- I think I love the gentle aftercare more than the fucking
🎱 anon <3
NSFW !! 18+ ONLY !!
WAIT THIS IS RLLY HOT I––
BABE
BABE i don't think u understand im actually salivating aksjndaskj
I can't belive–– babe you literally hit so many of my kinks with this I–– 😭
I am speechless and vv horny now thank u 🎱 anon oh my god
The asking him if he's ok?? Him holding u up ??The enthusiasm?? KAJSNDAS THE AFTERCARE ?? BABE 😩💦💦💦💦
🎱 anon imma kiss the ground u walk on i love ur brain
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