#i will give u a lung literally whatever u want

[honeyitsalright]

imagine being amanda’s cameraman in sarah christs culinary crimes …

[lunar-fey]

im so fucking tired btw of every doctor being the most incompetent person ever. im just going to die in my sleep and its gonna be like /shrug because no one is ever even going to get close to figuring out whats wrong with me bc. no progress will ever be made.

[kuiinncedes]

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[seattlesellie]

mirage

pairing: ellie williams x reader

summary: ellie doesnt like you. she cant. and then she does. but fuck, she cant.

warnings: suggestive themes, cursing, not proofread, lowercase on purpose

authors note: just wrote this on my phone. lil blurb abt ellie and u on a hot summer day and theres nothing i love more than ellie being pissed and reader being a sunshine, literally.

it was a hot, summer day. one of those days where your lips get swollen from the dryness of the air, and your breathing gets heavier with every step you take. the sun was cooking you up, quite literally. you could just feel the stinging pain of the sunburn forming on your shoulders.

what didn’t help this situation was at all was patrol. neither was the fact that your patrol partner was ellie. ellie motherfucking williams. the one girl that made your blood boil, the only person in the world you had to walk on fucking eggshells with, since every word you said, every sentence you formed, seemed to piss her off. she was like a mosquito to you, buzzing in your ear, not letting you sleep, never giving you any peace. was it your sweet voice that made her mad? was it your light steps, compared to her heavy ones? was it maybe the sound of your laughter filling up the room - every time she walked in? you couldn’t quite point your finger at it. something about you ate her up alive, biting forcefully.

“just fucking walk already” she said, dominating as ever. it wasnt her fault the flowers bloomed so beautifully - you had to get another look.

you stared her down, frowning at her demand, still crunched up with your nose deep in the blossom of the white daisies.

“i just wanted to see the fucking flowers, ellie. lighten up, jeez” you said, getting up quickly, trying to hide the fact that you were hurt at her words. it wasnt like you liked her or anything, but something about her made you want, no, need her to accept you. everyone else did. dina fucking loved you from the moment you walked in to jackson, all hurt and disheveled, jesse thought you were the fucking coolest and hell - even joel took a liking to you. everyone but her.

“just be useful for once and walk” she demanded, yet again.

you picked out a small flower, sighing at your patrol partner’s unwanted words.

“we need to clear this house and then you can go flower picking or whatever the fuck” ellie said, rolling her eyes so far back into her head you thought she might have an aneurism. her voice was stinging you harder than a bee.

“fine” you muttered. if you weren’t so small, figuratively speaking, compared to the auburn haired girl, you might have even cussed her out. told her she could go fuck off, do the patrol on her own and abandon you. but you couldn’t, because you were you, and she was ellie, and she always got the last word.

“fine” she spat back, and threw her hand ever so carelessly at the air so you could get the clue and follow her lead.

you followed her, keeping quite a large distance between the two of you. somehow, you swore to god himself, you could feel her. she wasn’t even close to you at that point, and yet her presence was still haunting you in the most physical sense of the word. her steps on the drying leaves - loud, stomping them. mad. her backpack - slamming against her back, making a small thump with every hit.

“could you walk any louder?” you said, raising your voice so she could hear you over the sounds of her own stomps.

“i could, actually” ellie retreated, sarcastic as ever. her voice was dry - was it her annoyance at her inexperienced, ever so easily distracted patrol partner? or was it the hot, dry, summer air bathing in her lungs?

she started purposely stomping even harder, all in order to piss you off. she loved seeing just what made you tick. one step closer to breaking you completely. for some reason - she needed it. needed you to tell her you were done, needed you to tell her to back off, to stop being so fucking mean. but you never did. the why of it all killed her. why didn’t you just put her in her place? why didnt you snap already? and why did she need to know so damn bad?

“real mature” you said, followed by a deep sigh. honestly, you were too busy focusing on how your sweat made your white tank top stick to the bottom of your breasts right now. too busy by your own uncomfortableness to give in to her bickering.

and then - you spotted it. the clear water almost blinding you with the reflection of the glistening sun. a lake. the lake. dina told you all about it, how when you take this patrol road, theres the most beautiful lake hidden by a number of trees. how jesse and her were convinced they were hallucinating as a result of the glaring sun, but when they realized it was real, not some mirage, they ran so fast dina almost tripped on a wire and took a dip, getting lost at the feeling of the cool water against their burning skin.

“ellie!” you shouted with excitement, like a little kid who spotted his favorite gummy at the candy store. when she didnt turn around - pretending to ignore you, you ran so fast to her you practically almost bumped into her back.

“ellie, look!” you exclaimed, pulling at her backpack and physically turning her around. she seemed startled, looking for any signs of danger, ignoring the huge smile on your face that would have pointed to her that the only danger was you.

“what? what?” she said, a bit frantic, already reaching over with her hand to grab her trusty switchblade. infected she could handle - but you and infected? she wasn’t sure she’d be able to pull through.

“the lake!” you were jumping up and down, still holding the back of her backpack, making her move with every leap.

she looked at you with a confused face, eyebrows squint together, her nose slightly scrunched. if you didnt find her so insufferable, you might have even thought that was the cutest face youve ever seen.

“wha…- what lake?” she said, eyes scanning the area. ellie williams - the ever so diligent.

“are you blind? look-“ you said, pointing at a bunch of trees.

“are you okay? are you having a heatstroke?” ellie said, half serious - half amused, looking at you up and down.

“just-“ you said, and grabbed her arm forcefully in order to guide her through. she didnt know if you could feel it, or if she had imagined it, but the contact of your small hand on her wrist made her pulse fasten. or maybe - it was the possibility of danger. she would definitely have preferred the latter. that was her reason to her heart dropping to her boxers. danger, not you. not the touch of the pretty girl, definitely not that.

she let you guide her - while her conflicting thoughts ate her burning skin up.

“faster, ellie c’mon!” you said, panting as you walked faster and faster, dragging the girl behind you.

jesus. those words, coming out of your delicate lips, they arose something in her, yet again. did she wish you said them in a different context? shit up, stupid fucking brain, shut the fuck up. the green eyed girl thought to herself. not her.

“i swear to god - if youre trying to kill me or something, ill fucking stab you” she said, still following your lead.

“you would be dead” you extorted back, with a stupid grin on your face you were grateful she didn’t catch. as if.

finally, you were there. you weren’t hallucinating, this was a fucking lake. and if you weren’t with that certain auburn haired girl, you would have taken all your clothes off and jumped right in. gosh, it was so fucking tempting.

“ta da!” you said, beaming, borderline salivating at the thought of the cool clear water caressing your skin.

“no” she deadpanned and walked away slowly, eyes glued to the lake, and then to you.

“i’m not doing that” ellie said.

“what? you cant swim?” you said, poking at her shoulder.

playful. you were being playful. and she didn’t know how to fucking react.

“i can fucking swim” she said with a sigh, hand forming a fist. what an grumpy toddler you thought to yourself.

“were on fucking patrol, y/n, i’m not going in” she said, certain of herself. she wasn’t supposed to lose control around you.

“suit yourself, williams, i’m taking a dip” you said with a sly smile, batting your eyelashes sarcastically at the girl. she let out a small chuckle, and then coughed.

she doesn’t get to have you like this, ellie, get it fucking together.

and then, without warning - you started stripping, desperately trying to get the sticky fabric away from you.

“jesus” she said with a loud voice, panicked look on her face - as if she walked in on someone doing the wrong thing. her eyes were flickering over everything that wasnt you. the tree, the ground, her feet, the lake. she could have turned around, she knew she could. but that wouldve made it even weirder.

first - it was your tank top. and then - your pants. and stupidly enough, you thought you could make her laugh. so what you did - was starting to unclasp your delicate pink bra, almost taking it off.

“what the fuck?!” ellie panicked again, and this time - she turned. it wasn’t because she didnt want to see, she didnt want you to see. her face was burning up - cheeks red as a rose.

“i’m fucking kidding, jesus ellie - i wasn’t gonna skinny dip… not with you around, anyways”

the joke landed terribly. ellie didnt find you stripping in front of her to be funny - it was anything but.

you kicked the sand under your shoes, awkwardness sending a shiver down your spine. you started fighting with your bra, trying to clasp in back on, but your clumsy hands, and the fact that you had your underboob on display in front of ellie made your hands shake even more. what the fucking hell were you thinking.

“fuck” you murmured, followed by a bunch of annoyed grunting at your failed attempt to clasp it back on,

“shit!” you were full on battling with it now.

ellie was just there. standing still, fidgeting with her hands.

“help me?” you said in a quite voice, shameful.

she let out a breathy laugh followed by an “ahh”

“fuck you, fix your own mess” she chuckled to herself.

got you.

“s’not funny, i cant do it!” you said, visibly frustrated.

“nope” she said, popping the p. she sounded so fucking satisfied with herself.

“fix your own mess” you mimicked, mocking her with a high pitched voice.

“did you just fucking mock me?” that was the last straw. she turned around, crossing her hands, still somehow trying to avoid your gaze. she was in her element now. and the element was anger. embarrassment, awkwardness, she couldn’t do - not anymore. but anger? that was her.

you were still fidgeting with your stupid bra, but somehow managed to keep your tits from spilling out.

“help. me.” you demanded, shooting arrows at her with your gaze.

“beg.” she extorted, eyes filled with pride. she couldn’t let that one go.

“pfft” you rolled your eyes- trying to ignore the butterflies creeping up on you. why did she make you feel like this?

“never” you said, trying to keep your composure, hands flailing behind you.

she walked towards you, slowly, like an animal who found her prey. she was a lion - you, a lamb. a half naked one.

she got even closer.

“then i’m not helping” she said, ever so casually. her her eyes - everything but casual.

part 2?

[catscidr]

i wasn't going to post this but like ...... why not lmaoa. purely self indulgent because this happened to me earlier and i Craved dottore fluff. yk. when the comfort character is an objectively very bad person but u still want them to Comfort u....……… yeahhh (;￣ー￣川 ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝  cw: not proofread, written while i was still winded lowkey so sry if the grammar is goofy, fluff, implied fighting/training, some gross and icky descriptions of what it feels like to hyperventilate/struggling to breathe. reader does martial arts includes: gn reader, dottore wc: 750 (shortest post yet …. )

It was hard to breathe. Anytime you inhaled it felt like you were choking on nothing, tears stung your eyes as your chest heaved in and out in a futile attempt to get air to fill your lungs. The more you tried the worse your state became; as you inhale through your mouth you sniffle, snot blocking your sinuses from the urge to cry.  

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Sob.  

Your skin started to feel prickly, as if a colony of fire ants decided to make the space between your fat and skin their new home. With a head weighing what felt like a ton, you lean forward to heave. Strands of frizzy, sweaty hair falls forward to hide your face from whoever would want to take a look at your pitiful form on the ground. Tears slide down your cheeks, a dam broken by the absence of oxygen in your body. 

“Inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth. Deep breaths.” You feel a hand on your back, light and warm. The voice felt distant but still brought you comfort as you push through the gross sound of your mucus-filled nose and inhale as slowly and deeply as you can through your nose as per his directions. 

He removes his hand from your back. You hear the quiet sound of boots shuffling and not long after, you feel him crouch in front of you. Gloved hands come up to your pain-stricken face, tilting your head up to straighten your posture ever so slightly. “Breathe slowly,” he reminds you, voice a tad quieter than before, easing you into being able to breathe normally again. 

You suddenly feel self-conscious even as you’re clearly in distress- the urge to cover yourself, to wipe your nose and clean up whatever was out of place on your person to make yourself look presentable- to appear as if you weren’t, quite literally, hyperventilating and on the verge of a panic attack. His keen eyes catch the way you try to shut your mouth and he juts his index right on the edge of your bottom lip in a silent threat. Obeying wordlessly, you give up trying to make yourself look proper and crack your eyes open to take a look at the doctor.

Though your eyesight was blurry from the blobs of tears blocking the way, you could still clearly see Dottore’s signature mask (at this point you could probably recognize it even from several meters away) and a wave of calm washes over you. 

Still heaving harshly, the tears rolling down your cheeks go from being born from pain to being brought out from exhaustion. You shut your eyes, sniffling as your breathing eventually evens out, hands weakly tugging at your keikogi while your nails make dents into the skin underneath it. 

“You’re not supposed to let your anger control you when you spar,” he scoffs lightly. “This is what happens when you do.” Although his words were harsh, the tone he used was nothing but. Anyone else would turn away from him, but you knew better. Having the Second Harbinger comfort someone through a moment like this was unheard of- unless that someone was you. 

“I… ‘m sorry,” you mumble quietly, throat hoarse and stuffy from the last… however long you’ve been sitting on the dusty training room floor. He hushes you with an index to your lips and brings his hand down to rest on top of yours, frown seemingly permanently etched onto his face. “Did I do good, at least?” you ask with a crooked smile that immediately fades once your mouth stops moving. 

He hums, running his other hand through your hair to brush back any locks that had made their way back in front of your face again. “That’s for you to figure out,” he says blankly, words void of comfort (though his actions say otherwise). 

That answer was good enough for you. You let him caress you (awkwardly, since he wasn’t the most affectionate man, but it was better than nothing) as you keep inhaling through your nose and exhaling through your mouth. You hear the sound of people sparring just a mere few meters away, but none dare approach you, far too intimidated by the man in front of you. Carrying on their training as if this was a normal occurrence, you bask in the small amount of comfort he brought you. Your chest still hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to get some tissues to blow your nose, but Dottore’s gentle hand on going back and forth on your head was enough for now. 

[mcx7demonbros]

When They Stub Their Toes (HCs - Brothers x GN!MC)

Warning - stubbed toe, cursing, murder

I will divide each brother’s part to two sub-part: Normally and When you are sleeping nearby (I will describe the latter being more painful than the former).

Lucifer

Normally

❤️‍🔥 - The moment Lucifer’s toe is stubbed, he will have a scowling expression on his face, but only for a split second and it’ll be very hard to notice it. Then he returns to his normal-self, suppressing the pain inside. He’s the Avatar of Pride, after all.

❤️‍🔥 - If there’s someone around, he’ll tell the person that he’s fine, no need to worry. If it’s you, and you’re willing to do something to ease his pain, he’ll suggest you do something like kiss him or let him embrace you (if you two are alone) or he’ll tell you to come to his room alone to help him (if you two are surrounded by others).

When you are sleeping nearby

❤️‍🔥 - Lucifer’s toe gets stubbed so bad that he can’t suppress it. But you are sleeping in his room and he doesn’t want to wake you up.

❤️‍🔥 - He’s dash to his study or the nearest bathroom, depends on which is nearer, locks the door, and slowly let himself out. No screaming, no shouting, just slow moans to not alert everybody.

❤️‍🔥 - After he’s done, he’ll return to his room and gives you a kiss before going to sleep.

❤️‍🔥 - But woe to whoever catches him when he’s in the painful state, he’ll string that person up.

Mammon

Normally

💛 - The moment Mammon stubbes his poor toe, you’ll hear a series of curses non-stop. Please cover Luke’s ears if the boy’s nearby, that’s also Mammon’s wish.

💛 - Greed will threaten that he’ll find the person who made the wall or the table or whatever the thing that stubbed his toe. He’s not serious though, it’s just something he says when he’s overwhelmed with the pain.

💛 - He will act like you owe him something after the pain’s gone and will cling to you with his tsundere act. When he’s like that, just kiss him.

When you are sleeping nearby

💛 - It probably happens in your room since he stays there a lot with you.

💛 - For fear of waking you up, Mammon will literally dash out of the house and find somewhere to scream to his lungs’ content.

💛 - Woe to the demon finding him in that state though. Because they will lose both their life and money.

Leviathan

Normally

💜 - Levi literally wails in pain and self-deprecation. There maybe tears in the corner of his eyes.

💜 - If you’re there. Make sure to comfort him, he’ll need it.

When you are sleeping nearby

💜 - The two of you were probably in a gaming session in his room and you fell asleep before the accident takes place.

💜 - Levi puts his headphone over your ears before wailing alone in the dark.

💜 - When the pain subsides, Envy will crawl to you and hold you while falling asleep.

Satan

Normally

💚 - Wrath will either try to act calm and collected or in pissed off mode, like Who the fuck put the thing in his way? 😡

💚 - Will take advantage of your worry for him to get to spend some time with you.

When you are sleeping nearby

💚 - The two of you were having sweet reading time in the his room until you fell asleep just shortly before the accident.

💚 - Wrath dashes out of the house to let out his pain.

💚 - Will return to you after some time. But he has to take a shower to wash away the blood on his body before going to bed, embracing you.

Asmodeus

Normally

💗 - When Lust stubbes his toe, the whole HoL will know it.

💗 - If he’s at RAD, he will only whines to people closest to him. He has an image he needs to keep after all.

💗 - If you are nearby, Asmo will whine with you the most, letting you know that he’s the one who’s currently needs you most. He won’t stop until you agree to spend some time with him.

When you are sleeping nearby

💗 - You helped him put his night skin care on before decided to sleep in his room on the night of the accident.

💗 - Asmo puts a spell over your ears to prevent the noise from reaching them. After making sure you will not wake up from the noise, Asmo runs out to the corridor and screams, waking the whole HoL residents up, except you.

Beelzebub

Normally

🧡 - Ouch, it hurts. That’s it. Beel’s very strong so a stubbed toe is nothing for him.

🧡 - You spend time with him afterwards to make sure he’s ok.

When you are sleeping nearby

🧡 - To not awake you, Beel silently leaves.

🧡 - He lets Belphie look after his stubbed toe to make sure it’s ok. He doesn’t want to burden the youngest brother, Belphie still insists because he can feel the older twin’s pain.

🧡 - Gluttony returns to you when his toe pain is gone and after he has eaten all things in the fridge.

Belphegor

Normally

💙 - This brat will make sure he looks hurt enough to warrant the care of his brothers and yours.

💙 - Another one to take advantage of his pain to spend some time alone with you.

When you are sleeping nearby

💙 - His toe collides with the corner of the bed while he’s sleeping with you.

💙 - His only reaction is tsk.

💙 - Sloth goes back to sleep, he will let his pain out in dream world where he’s with you.

💙 - Complains to you even in dream and makes sure he gets to be taken care by you in dream.

[monalogs]

U SHOULD DO NYEN NEXT!! ^^

Catfight | Nyen

➷ Paring - Nyen x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - noncon, violence/aggression, injuries, degradation, dacryphilla, face slapping, scratching, face-fucking, breathplay. surprisingly no knives :0

a/n - was supposed to come out earlier today but tumblr gets picky about my internet connection and doesn’t work sometimes </3 this fic is just a leedle more longer so i hope you enjoy !! i’ve been appreciating all the support, as always requests are open :) another nyen fic was requested so expect that soon!!

Cats are territorial creatures. It takes a while for a cat to get used to a new pet in the house. Give it time. You should expect some aggression. Well, that's what Luther said anyways after Nyen scoffed and completely ignored you when you were introduced as Luther’s new catwoman pet. 

It's not like you did anything to him, actually trying to be nice in the beginning. It didn't matter how many times you wished him good morning or small talked. He’d still shove past you, saying the same thing,

“Don’t care. Die.”

Admittedly, It hurt your feelings at first. Nobody else had a problem with you. Luther’s other catman, Nyon, actually got along with you quite well. He already shared his “territory” so were you really intruding that much?

Or maybe it was because Luther spoiled you at first, buying you a cute dark blue skirt and dark top that dawned the word “cookie” (He chose it—of course.) along with your cat-hat that sported a floppy cat ear. However, it's been weeks since that. You’re sure whatever “new pet” jealousy he had would've died down by now.

It was concluded that after all that trying, at the end of the day, you aren't an ass-kisser. He wanted to be an asshole with you? You can be one back.

So you stopped being polite. You acted like he wasn't there, leaving the room instead of sticking it out whenever you two just happened to be alone. Simply rolling your eyes whenever he throws a stupid comment towards you. 

Sure, it was more tame than him literally shoving you and telling you he wanted you dead but it was clear that this got him livid. He wasn't worth trying to get along with, he wasn't worth your effort. 

Finally, after several more weeks of pettiness and frustration, he confronted you once you actually talked back to him after a snarky remark on a bad day. Cornering you in a lonesome room in the confusing house. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” He stood tall in front of you, eyeing with a strong glare.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes like you always did, exasperated at his nerve to even ask you that, “My problem? You think I have a problem?” A chort leaves your lips, “If there's anyone with a problem—it's you.” With crossed arms, you return the glare. “Leave me alone now, asshat.” Heels turn to leave, not wanting to hear any more from him. However, you don't get a chance to even step a foot before Nyen harshly SLAMS you into the nearby wall.

“What—what the fuck!” The breath is taken out of your lungs, leaving you to slide down onto the floor in order to collect yourself in that split second. Nyen looms, not bothering to get on your level to speak to you, “Watch who you're talking to, I'll gut you right now.”

You're shaking, pain from the impact still vibrating throughout your body. Still, you futility keep yourself together and sharpen your gaze back at him. “Even if you wanted to—you can't. Luther likes me, and you're too much of an boot-licker to do anything—”

A swift kick meets your ribs causing you to hunch over in more pain. Nyen then crouches, grabbing a tuft of hair to force you to look at him. “Don't forget who’s higher on the hierarchy poster. You aren't worth anything besides sauntering around in a small skirt and cleaning after us like a maid.”

He lets go harshly, shoving your head in the process before getting up. Still feeling the burn in your chest, you begin to fester with anger. He can't just treat you like this. Just as he begins to walk away, you muster strength to get up and tackle him. 

“Huh—”

You straddle him while he tries to kick you off but you stay firmly put. Sharp nails scratch at his face, causing shallow lines of blood to pool. You're cursing at him furiously, hitting and scratching continuously. Nyen hisses— “You bitch!”

Just as fast as you had him down, he quickly shoves you off of him and topples you. You both trash against each other, now he's able to return some painful hits. After basically rolling around on the floor, he's able to overpower you once he BONKS your head against the carpeted ground.

Dizzy and hurt, you feel him keep you down with his body weight, crushing your legs and causing you to hiss in over growing ache. “Get off of me!” With hoarse breath, you attempt to flail around and scream but Nyen doesn't relent. 

Instead, he laughs maniacally as he shifts more of his weight and smacks your face. “Oh, no. I think you need to be reminded where the fuck you stand here.” He huffs and lifts the hem of your skirt, showing your underwear. Followed by flipping your shirt up above your bra, exposing yourself to him. 

You see a malicious grin spread across his rough, shaven face. You should smack yourself for not realizing the hardness you felt while you both tackled was something else. Well, if he wasn't smacking you around already.

His black, dagger-like nails trail your exposed skin, not scared to dig down and cause you to yelp—only to swipe across your thighs and do it again. Nyen then moves his hand beneath your underwear, rubbing his fingers against your heat. You push back a gasp, gritting your teeth and desperately trying to shut your pinned legs. 

He doesn't wait to stick a pair of fingers deep into you, staring intensely at your stressed reaction. “C’mon, don't got anything to say now?” You clench, you don't want to give him that satisfaction of your reactions. You seethe, because it feels good.

You try to keep it together when his fingers move in and out of you, but you can't ignore it when his thumb makes its way to rub your clit. He's harsh and fast, nails scratch your insides ever so slightly, causing you to clamp up around him. You can't let go of the feeling of his thumb circling your sensitive clit, a moan escapes you.

“You like that, slut?” Nyen speeds up and relishes on your hushed whines, cursing at him to just stop. He sees how your back arches slightly, and how your pretty tits are starting to spill from your bra. It's a nice sight, he likes how you were at each other's throat a few minutes ago, now he has you squirming around from a little fingering. You really are a slut.

Before you can reach your peak, Nyen pulls away. You breathe heavily, a pounding heartbeat reverberates in your ears. Once again, he towers over your hurt figure with furrowed brows before he snaps at you, “Get on your knees.” 

He stares at you intensely, and though his dark pupils stay stoic on your hunched over body, you clearly spot the pure anger in his eyes towards you. It says so much. You knew Nyen didn't like you, but you really are starting to think he hates you. This is beyond jealousy or distain. He just wants you to suffer because you are below him.

It seems he's sick of waiting for you to act, he scoffs before wrapping your hair around his strong hand, yanking you into a kneeling position. “You really don't listen.” SMACK. 

Overwhelmed tears stream down your cheeks, wincing at the impact. Nyen still grips your hair, forcing your face against the dark denim of his pants. His clothed hardness pokes at your cheek, tears staining his crotch. “Take it out, whore. Don't make me do it.” You scowl, still feeling his claws digging into your scalp. 

With shaky hands, you pull down his fly and fish out his hard length. Veins trail along the side of it and his base flushes red against your hands, big and intimidating. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Put that dirty mouth of yours to use.” Nyen scorns, noticing your flaring eyes, hesitating. “Bite me. I dare you, slut.” With a furrowed face, you take his pulsing dick and gently place it in your mouth. Your tongue awkwardly sliding over his engorged tip. 

Nyen narrows his eyes at you, they're kitten licks, too shaky and soft to feel substantial. He observes the concept spread on your face, so uncomfortable and pathetic. It didn't matter that you were giving a sad excuse of a blowjob. He could get off on the fat tears that pooled down your face and the pure messiness of you.

Your hair and clothes are so disheveled it looks as if you just walked through the forest. You're bruising ever so slightly red on the side of your forehead, hits adorn your body, and he could chuckle at the matching scratches that sweep across both your faces. He thinks about how you would've looked even better if he had his knife with him. 

Twisting the hair he’s holding behind your head, he waits once you take his tip fully in your mouth and without warning—he snaps his hips up and pushes his cock down your throat.

You gag harshly as Nyen lets out a long groan, forcing your mouth to fully take him. Still, he never stops looking at you through half lidded eyes, grinning at how you struggle to even breathe now.

He doesn't waste time to start thrusting roughly into your mouth, clutching onto the back of your head to fully abuse your throat. You try to gasp in between thrusts but it's impossible. He’s blocking your airways. You continue to let out strangled noises, digging your nails into the denim of his jeans to let him know to give you some type of mercy.

Nyen doesn't listen—he continues to feverishly fuck your face for a grueling however long. Long enough for you to start to feel dizzy and see dots collect in your vision. For a second, you truly panic that he’s going to suffocate you with his dick.

He only pulls back when he visibly sees you start to turn blue and feel the sharpness on his thigh weaken. You gasp for air like a fish out of water, aching lungs finally filling with much needed oxygen before Nyen greedily forces his way into you again.

He’s enjoying how your continued strained whines and gags vibrate around his dick. He won't admit it… but shit, you feel so addictive. Nyen wants to just melt into you.

He genuinely has to keep reminding himself to not let you die by pulling out of your mouth every so often. Taking some joy in how you scramble for air before he inevitably slams back into your poor throat.

Large hands grip at the sides of your head now, hip movements become more and more sloppy. He’s grunting louder, the sensation of twitching in your mouth becoming more evident of how close he is now. “Fuck—this really is all you’re good for, huh? You're going to swallow all my cum like the useless slut you are.”

With a final snap from his hips, Nyen forces your head all the way down, nuzzling your nose into his crotch before he spurts salty cum deep down your esophagus. He doesn't give you any leniency, purposely making you choke as he empties into you. “All of it, whore.” 

Finally, once he's satisfied that you’ve tasted enough of him, he harshly pulls out his pulsating cock. Air feels like a commodity now, you almost feel as if he's going to shove his dick inside your mouth again in a few seconds. He doesn't though, instead he removes his hand from your hair and grabs his flushed length. 

Your vision is blurry and your knees are weak, barely able to focus. Still, you manage to see the smug look spread across his face. Suddenly, you feel a warm, quick smack on the side of your cheek. You blink and realize he’s dick slapping you. What fucking nerve.

Still aching, you don't bother to fight back or say something like you should. Everything truly hurts. Instead, you allow yourself to loll back and cover yourself as Nyen zips himself back into his pants. 

It's quiet. Nyen stands by and over you as you sit on the carpet, not sure what to do. Tears would be flowing if you had any left to cry. Both your eyes finally meet, and you can properly see the red scratches you left on his face. Nyen finally spits, “Get up. You look pathetic.” He then opens the door and leaves you to wallow.

It's like another slap to your face.

[strkyoo]

— flowerboys

PAIRING ; florist!tighnari x biker!male reader

IN WHICH ; tighnari has a random crush on his regular biker customer! how interesting … i wonder how will tighnari try to approach him and make him fall for him?

NOTE ; IM SO SICK…,, but ugh florist tighnari literally makes my brain hurts so much to not write it — wc ; 680

// FLUFF — MODERN AU, drabbles, implied he/him pronouns for reader, slow burn?, ONE JUST ONE cringy cyno joke reader made, ‘delulu’ tighnari??

⋆ florist!tighnari who had an … ordinary first encounter with you. it all started when you decided to visit his newly opened flower shop. still, he wasn’t expecting someone as sweet as you to be his first customer!

⋆ florist!tighnari who didn’t realise that his tail was swaying here and there whenever he looked at you, struggling to find a suitable seed when you wanted to plant a new flower.

“need any help, biker guy?” he chuckled as he left the cashier counter, smiling playfully as he saw your struggling expression.

you just smile awkwardly and nodded, barely muttering any word to him because of how nervous you are around this new florist guy.

“... chill, dude. i don’t bite or anything.” tighnari laughed again as he stepped closer beside you, trying to help you to find a seed you’ve been looking for with an amused smirk crossed his lips.

⋆ florist!tighnari who likes to look at your padisarah pin on your clothes, saying that it looks lovely, especially since you’re the one who wear it. he would definitely say that padisarah is as beautiful as you as a joke, and maybe deep down—it’s not really a joke for him.

⋆ florist!tighnari who would always smile warmly whenever you entered his flower shop. he would wave at you with a bright as a sunflower and sweet as a nectar smile, looking at your back lovingly whenever you tried to find a new seed. he rests his chin on his palm-like paw (or paw-like palm idk), staring at you with such a dreamy face.

oh archons … did he just fall head over heels for you?

⋆ florist!tighnari who would like to have a matching floral themed stuff — earring, ring, necklace, pin, whatever it is, as long as he matches with you. a secret, unofficial sign that one day, you will belong only to him… <3

⋆ florist!tighnari who couldn’t help but sometimes give you his favorite flower, seeds, or even gardening items for free to you—saying that it’s a gratitude to always coming over to his flower shop every day. but deep down, he had no reason to give it to you, he just wanted to see your adorable reaction!

⋆ florist!tighnari who hesitated when he asks you if he could have a ride on your bike whenever you have free time.

⋆ florist!tighnari who will chuckle awkwardly in relief when you said he can have a ride on your bike, while deep inside, he wanted to scream “LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO—”on top of his lungs for getting accepted.

⋆ florist!tighnari who pretend that he didn’t know how to ride a bike together before, it’s absolutely clear that he’s doing it on purpose to hear your cute step by step explanations.

“hold on tight, nari!” you joked slightly, which received a playful flick on the back of your head from tighnari. (pls tell me u get the joke)

you guided his hand carefully through your hips to your waist, which caused him to flinch in surprise when you do that so … casually.

he can feel how soft the fabric of your clothes are, his ears drop in embarrassment as he tries to control his breath and his wagging tail.

“his waist is … so soft … so grabbable.” he thought with a rosy cheeks, finding it hard to focus when he was holding your waist so carefully.

⋆ florist!tighnari who always loves to hold your waist while thinking of romantic scenarios you two would have while biking together 𖹭

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated (with tags) ! ♡

@strkyoo, 2023.

[moonheecore]

A, U, Z for jay and hee pleaseeee

I've already done A for Jay and Heeseung! and sorry for the late request 😭😭

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Heeseung:

Once in a while, when he's excited and wants your attention to play with him, he'll have that mischievous grin on his face that you're oh so familiar with. He likes to do it for extra foreplay to rile you up, like sticking out his tongue to let only the graze of his tip touch your pussy folds while he looks up at you with a devilish smile. You thrash around, calling him seungie, hee, baby, with tears in your eyes while you beg him to just munch on your cunt already. Teasing you in public would be his fav, ushering you to sit on his lap in your friend's car when there's no space, and you comply without much thought, thinking that he's just being his clinging. The moment he rests his chin on your shoulder, feeling something hard rubbing against your backside, does it finally make you flustered. He chuckles as he licks the cavity of your ears, panting loudly like a wild dog when you almost let out a cute yelp as he pushes your panties to the side to probe his throbbing cockhead against your tight entrance.

"Close your mouth, baby, don't want our friends to hear you moan while you sit on daddy’s lap and let him fuck you like a good girl.”

He’ll definitely tease you by calling himself daddy, whispering so much filthy things daddy would do to your body because he knows it will make you clench harder when you try to stay quiet while he ruins your perfect pussy.

Jay:

I feel like Jay has a weakness for when you beg, so if he does so much as tease you, he’ll give in the moment he sees your bottom lip quivering. However, he uses teasing as a form of discipline when he knows you’re the one being unfair and deserves whatever punishment he gives, no matter how harsh it is. Just like that one night where you wore the tiniest and sluttiest skirt, anger bubbling up inside him when he realises you didn’t wear any panties. He’ll text you a warning or two, but you proceed to push his patience, opening your legs wide to flash him your bare cunt with that not-so-innocent smile. He feels a burst of anger rising, just imagining other people seeing his pussy makes him crazy possessive. He’ll drag you to the nearest bathroom, bending you over the sink and flipping your pathetic skirt up.

He went ballistic and ruthlessly as he pounded and pounded your cervix from behind without even letting you adjust. You’re screaming at the top of your lungs, and you really thought he was gonna destroy your pussy with how little care he puts in his thrusts, like you were just a hole for his cock to dump his seed in. When he overstimulated you by cumming multiple times, he’ll tell you to get out with him and walk despite your legs giving up with exhaustion.

“if I catch a single cum dripping out your hole on the way out of the party, I’m gonna spank you at the backseat of my car so hard til’ you squirt nonstop all over the leather seat.”

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

Heeseung:

He makes sure your needs are met, letting you do whatever you need to do while patiently waiting in your bed, scrolling through his phone. Heeseung won't be able to sleep, knowing that you won't be in bed with him. Once you've settled in, he'll pass out pretty quickly, usually before you do. You can tell he poured out all his effort in the session when he's snoring lightly, with the most peaceful, angelic sleeping face ever.

Jay:

Based on the aftercare asked about for him, Jay doesn't need much elaboration. He won't be able to fall asleep if he hasn't made sure you're okay and comfortable. Jay is the type to make sure you're asleep first, caressing your hips and running his fingers through your hair soothingly, talking to you about literally anything until he realizes you've passed out. But once he succumbs to slumber, he's a heavy sleeper, so you'll wake up before he does.

send an ask based on the NSFW alphabet template together with one or more members in the hyungline.

[rfxiii]

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, but can u do one where Trevor and reader r playing tennis and reader wins, and Trevor give reader a ‘reward’?

Luv ur work btw!

Trevor and the Reader Playing Tennis Together:

(Summary: Trevor invites the reader on a date, taking her to one of Los Santos’ many tennis courts. In an effort to raise the stakes, Trevor suggests a bet- whoever wins the match gets a prize)

[the readers pronouns weren’t specified so I went with a fem!reader but if that’s not what you wanted feel free to reach out and I’ll edit or re-write!]

*TW: Smut

(Word Count: 2087)

Outings with Trevor were always a whirlwind. He kept you on your toes even on a simple trip to the grocery store. So when you find yourself out late at night, on the tennis court, with Trevor dressed in those little athletic shorts that leave very little to the imagination, you’re not exactly surprised. He’d always been into things like hockey and golf, but seeing him bouncing on his toes across from you, holding his tennis racket as if it’s a weapon, was honestly a bit comical.

With a mischievous grin on his cracked, scarred lips, Trevor beckons you to join him for a match. And despite your vague reservations, knowing how competitive he can get, you agree- holding your own racket tightly as you prepare.

“What’s with the face, sugar? Ya afraid Uncle T is gonna beat ya?” Trevor taunts, appearing incredibly confident for a man who looks like he’s never played tennis in his life.

“Don’t get cocky, Trev! I may just surprise you.” you fire back, unwilling to let him under your skin before the match has even begun.

“Ooh! I like it when you’re feisty, angel. Ok! Let’s make things interesting, huh? How bout a wager? Winner gets to pick whatever prize they want.”

You consider momentarily. You’re no tennis pro, that’s for sure. But you feel confident enough that you can hold your own. But then again, you know Trevor well enough to be sure that if you lose there’s literally no limit of insanity to what he could request from you. You weigh the pros and cons, finally deciding that the look on his face if you managed to beat him would be well worth the risk.

“Ya know what? Bring it on, T!” you agree- confident grin on your lips as you spin your racket in a smug display.

The game begins quickly, and much to your dismay, Trevor displays an uncanny knack for tennis. His manic demeanor seems to transform into pure energy as he focuses on the game, delivering violent serves and aggressive spins. You find yourself struggling to keep up, but the thought of losing to him quickly turns your surprise into heated determination.

With each volley, you find yourselves laughing, shouting at each other, and exchanging playful, yet heated, taunts. And as the sets go on, you begin finding your rhythm after a clumsy beginning, putting up a determined fight against Trevor's unconventional yet shockingly effective playing. He’s still doing incredibly well, but you’re keeping up. And you’ll be damned if you lose to him. The thought of his victory request is far from your mind now as your only fear is having to face his smug, taunting grin if he wins.

You swing your racket hard, and Trevor lunges, his quick attempt to return the shot falling just short as the ball hits the ground, and your victory is solidified with your triumphant cheers and maybe a bit of heckling that you’re not exactly proud of.

“God! Fuck! Fuck! Come on!” Trevor growls, tossing his racket into the ground as he stomps like a raging toddler- he’d never handled losing well. But, just like his moods usually do, his anger quickly changes as he gives you a smarmy grin and waltzes across the court to pull you into a handsy embrace.

He’s damp with musky sweat, and you can still feel his heart pounding beneath his ribs from where his chest is pressed flush with yours. His full, chapped lips are parted in heavy gasps, his thinning hair is stuck to his head in a slick sheen of sweat, and there’s just something about his body heaving from exertion that’s pulling in all of your attention.

“Well, sugar-.. Fair is fuckin’ fair, I guess. So, go on. Do your worst! Whaddaya want?” Trevor pries, dropping a bit of his weight into your arms and looking at you with those chocolate brown puppy dog eyes full of mischief. He’s always been able to sense your want, and you damn him for that, because before your request even leaves your lips he’s already sporting a lecherous grin on his taunting face.

“Wipe that smile off your lips, Trev. You lost. So now you’re gonna be a good boy and put that dirty mouth to good use. I’m tired of hearing you talk.” you huff out- anxious and a bit unfamiliar with taking the dominant role. But the low growl he lets out and the way his filthy, calloused hands slide down your body and under your little tennis skirt is enough to let you know he’s going to enjoy this just as much, if not more, than you do.

His rough touch drags up your thigh, his split nails scratching up the delicate flesh until his fingers press against the thin fabric of your underwear. They prod and rub roughly without much finesse but with enough eager energy to more than compensate for his lack of tenderness. You choke on a breathy gasp, fingers flying up to grip at his shoulder and tug him closer- your forehead dropping to his chest where you hear his ragged breath and low moans.

“Yeah? You like that, sugar?” Trevor chuckles, the low rasp of his voice sending sparks straight between your thighs.

A soft whimper ghosts past your lips, head tilting up to gaze at him with desperate eyes, “Trevor.. Wait.. Someone could see..”

“It’s late. Nobody is gonna be out here. Unless…ya want me to stop? The prize is time sensitive though, darlin’. So, I’d think quick.” Trevor challenges, his fingers working fast, firm circles against you in a taunting rhythm.

It’s hard to think, let alone argue, when he touches you like this. And he knows he’s won before you’ve even had a chance to speak up, “N-no.. Trevor.. I-.. Don’t stop..” you find yourself whining. And the awful, twisted smile splitting his lips shows his enjoyment clearly on his face.

“That’s what I thought. Now be good, and let old Trevor take care of ya. Huh, angel face?” he goads, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear to press against your needy clit.

Your legs nearly buckle beneath you, a hand digging tightly into Trevor’s bicep while the other tangles fingers in the thicker hair at the back of his head. The high, whimpery moan that escapes your lips has him grinning. And as he works his gnarled fingers up your slit, collecting the wetness that he’s caused there, he lets out a groan nearly as desperate as yours, “Oooh fuck, baby.. You’re fuckin’ dripping.. If I had known how bad you fuckin’ wanted it, we’d have stayed the fuck home tonight.”

Your hips grind fitfully against his hand, craving the friction those vile fingers of his provide. He easily senses your desperation, leaning down to nip and suck at your throat while his slick tongue traces against the grooves he’s bitten into your neck like a twisted apology to soothe the sting. Your needy reactions have him working harder, paying pointed attention to your damp clit, and focusing on each flex of his fingers that makes you cry out the loudest.

“Trevor.. Trevor! Please.. I’m so close! Please, more?” you plead, looking up at him with teary eyes as you waver right on the cusp of blissful completion. Thankfully he’s always been just as needy as you. And tonight he has no intentions of teasing you by denying what you both need.

“Turn around.” Trevor orders, not giving you the chance to move on your own as he spins you roughly around, forcing you to grip the chain link fence bordering the tennis court to keep your balance. He presses into you from behind, grinding himself against you while the fabric of those little shorts do next to nothing to restrain his hard cock prodding at your ass beneath your skirt, “You feel how fuckin’ bad I want ya, sugar? Fuck! You drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

He’s always so needy for you and it never fails to make you feral. You press back against him, grinding your ass into his growing bulge until he quickly becomes tired of the teasing foreplay, ripping your panties down your thighs and pinning you so far forward your face nearly presses into the chain link, “Fuckin’ teasing me all night with that little skirt, running your mouth, tellin’ me what to do.. Fuuuck! You know I love it. Let Uncle T give ya your reward now, sugar.”

“Please.. Please.. Trevor, please.” you gasp out like a prayer, gazing over your shoulder with fingers trembling where they grip like a lifeline to the chain link.

His movements are frantic and aggressive while he tugs his little shorts just low enough for his cock to spring free. He’s so hard it almost looks painful for him with his tip flushed violent red and steadily leaking pre-cum. He spits thickly into his palm, stroking himself a few, rough times- not that he needs the extra lubrication, as you feel your own arousal close to dripping down your inner thighs. Trevor’s rugged, scarred hand grips your hip while the other remains on his cock, lining himself up with your soaked, nearly aching cunt before he presses a kiss to the back of your neck in a bastardized version of gentle intimacy, “That's it, baby.. Lemme show ya just how good you did tonight..”

He presses forward in one harsh snap of his hips, hitting you deep inside in that one spot he’s memorized you loving. You practically sob for him, clinging to the fence and struggling to rock your hips in time with his frantic, disarranged rhythm. His hand rears back suddenly, delivering a firm slap to the smooth, delicate skin of your ass and pulling a shocked, euphoric cry from your lips. You’re trembling and he has no intentions of slowing his manic, disorienting pace. And when his harsh, careless fingers assault your clit you feel yourself nearing your end.

“Trevor! Oh fuck, Trevor! Don’t stop! Please! I- I’m so close! Fuck! Fuck!” you babble out, unable to restrain your loud tone as you’ve long since shed your fear of being caught in public like this- the pleasure clouding your mind as your previous reservations melt away.

“Oh fuck yes! You’re so fuckin’ perfect! Oh god! That’s it, sugar! Take it!” Trevor growls, hips driving mercilessly into you and fingers working you over so well he has you on the verge of tears. You feel him twitching inside you, his moans growing louder and desperate as you both feel yourselves nearing your end.

Your chin drops to your chest, your head hanging limp in pleasure with your legs trembling so terribly it’s close to impossible to stand, “Trevor! I’m- I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop! Please! Please! Ooh god, Trev! You feel so fucking good!” you plead- the praise only spurring him on with his hips snapping against you so viciously it’s sure to leave you bruised.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckin’ fuck! I love you, I love you-“ Trevor rambles, a telltale sign he’s close to his own end. And when his grip tightens almost painfully against your hip, and his fingers pace against your clit becomes stiff and rhythmless you both reach your peak with sharp and sudden explosions of euphoria, “AUGH! FUCK! I LOVE YOU! FUCK!” he shouts, his release ruining your insides as you cum around him- your slick, combined fluids trailing down your thighs as his pace begins to slow.

“Trevor… Oh my god.. Fuck.. You’re..fucking amazing..” you gasp with legs trembling and heart pounding in your chest.

He pulls out with a weak, pathetic whimper, wrapping his arms around you and pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your sweaty throat, “Goddamn, sugar.. That was fuckin’-.. Wow. Competition really does bring out the best in ya, don’t it?” he teases while readjusting himself and pulling up his shorts.

You bite back a groan at the dampness between your sore thighs, pulling up your panties and straightening your skirt while fighting back a grimace as his cooling cum soaks the fabric, “Ya know what, T?” you giggle softly, pulling him into a teasing embrace with arms looped around his neck, “Maybe we should wager like this more often. I think I kinda like the rewards you give.”

A smirk twists his scarred lips as he leans down and pulls you into a wet, despicable kiss that promises that this night is far from over, “Sugar, I like the way you think.”

[v3nusxsky]

The first heat with you 18+

*Authors note~ I'm obsessed with the idea of r being a werewolf maybe that's how Enid would know of the relationship by shared telepathy in the pack*

Trigger warning~ dom r sub l if you squint a/o/b? Oral strap degrading praise overtim a lot of smuttt

Prompt ~ 81~I don't want you to stop 46~ kiss me

Hi love! How are youu?? I come with a new request how about 81 and 46 lmk what u think

XX ~ requested by my darling idkaname666666 on wattpad

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It amazes you how being a werewolf is common in the outcast community yet not many knew of female wolves having heats. Much like humans it would occur regularly like a humans period would but rather than being every month it was every four months. Larissa knew all about the needs of her students and that is why she had a list of students who were experiencing their heats. When the wolves start Nevermore it's not something they experience however, other wolves can sense when the younglings scent changes so they immediately inform Larissa. Larissa then would sit them down and explain how it will all work and there truly is no reason to be embarrassed for what is natural. No wonder many of the students view her as a mother.

Enid Sinclair had been a rather difficult case, but one Larissa handled perfectly and now she had quite the close bond with her. She had found out of Larissa and you through the shared telepathy you and your pack had. Your relationship being fairly new meant you hadn't had your heat with her yet. Enid knew by your scent and the lack of your appearance around the school grounds. So when Larissa came to her and asked she told her honestly what she knew. And that is how Larissa found herself outside of your chambers willing herself to knock. It's not as though she isn't dealt with this before so her slight hesitation made no sense to her.

Slipping into your room she was immediately met with what she knew as a wolves nest. You had blankets and snacks all neatly tucked in a circle around your bed. The frame having been moved to give it a more natural feel. There was a few other items in the nest but one she recognised as her blazer. It had gone missing a few days ago and she just assumed she'd misplaced it. Clearly, she'd been wrong. You had it for her scent. Wolves often like to have the scent of their mate in their heats. She knew that.

You were slightly confused to see a figure in your room. Near your nest. You couldn't help but snarl and bare your teeth at the threat until you noticed your girlfriend. "I.Isa?" You whimpered. No you had to be imagining it. Why would she be here when your in heat? You know Enid told her so why is she here? "Darling if you needed me here all you had to do was ask" she murmured nodding to the blazer in your nest. "Isa you shouldn't be here I can't control it. I love you too much for this Isa please" you whimpered eyes roaming her clothed body, resolve already weakening.

Larissa carefully approached your nest making sure to hold your gaze, "darling maybe I don't want you too. So how about you be a good pup and kiss me?" She all but purred at you causing whatever little restraint you had to snap, you lunged yourself at the older women and bringing her into your nest. The warm bubbly feeling of finally having your mate in your nest was soon taken over by pure and desperate lust. Remembering that consent is important you quicker growled out "colour" to which she reassured you, "green, very much so." That was all it took for you to give into your animalistic instincts.

You quite literally tore through your girlfriends clothing until nothing restricted you from touching and feeling her, the smirk plastered on her lips told you she was throughly enjoying the rougher animalistic side of you. Her pupils dilated as your nipped and sucked at her skin. Purple blemishes appearing instantly. You straddled yourself over her thigh and immediately began to rut against it. Your mouth making quick work of marking up her beautiful breasts. What was once a snowy white colour was now transformed into darkening hickeys. Larissa's moans of pleasure only spurring you on as you brought yourself to orgasm on her thigh.

Instantly, you fumbled around your nest to find purchase on your favourite vibrating toy. Making quick work of attaching it to your aching clit before diving in between your girlfriends thighs to lap at her core. You couldn't help but moan as the taste of her hit your heightened taste buds, as well as the delicious vibrations on your clit you could feel yourself building to your second orgasm as Larissa built to her first. When you brought Larissa over the edge and back down she couldn't help but squirm away from your eager mouth which caused you to growl out in warning. You weren't done with her and simply refused to let her go but griping into her hips stilling her.

Deciding you were needing more you came to sit on her face not before growling out, "make me cum mommy. I need you." Larissa was always very talented with her tongue and your constant flow of praises only seemed to encourage her. With just how desperate you were she managed to bring you over the edge twice before you blindly reached down and grabbed your wand to hold it to her aching bundle of nerves. She screamed out into your dripping cunt throwing you violently over the edge once more. The sinfully delicious vibrations causing her to follow suit very soon after.

Truthfully, you needed more but could see just how tiring this was on your girlfriend. "Mommy? You want to rest a bit? I can take care of myself. Are you okay?" The last bit had guilt soaked into every syllable. You'd forgotten to check in with her and the guilt eating you up but not as much as your need was clouding your every thought. "I don't want you to stop" she whispered sounding determined but exhausted, "please darling, let me help you through this."

"Colour mommy?" You mumbled trying to control the undeniable lust and need you were feeling, having your mate spread out naked and spent in your nest was driving you wild. But her safety had to come first so you attempted to push those feelings a way just long enough to check in. "Green pup" she murmured before leaning up to lack onto your right breast, teeth nipping at the hardened bud causing you to howl out in pleasure.

Larissa's mind was hazy and words were having a hard time being coherent yet she simply couldn't remember seeing that deep purple strap in your nest. However when you strapped up with it she couldn't help but kneel and look up with pleading eyes through her dark lashes. A growl came from you before muttering "go on mommy suck my cock like a good whore" before pushing the whole length down her throat. Normally you'd be so much more gentle with her but your need was overwhelming and driving these frenzied movements. Larissa didn't seem to mind though, she slacked her jaw and happily moaned and gaged around the impressive shaft. Your need only worsening you slipped the fake cock from her now puffy lips and flipped her roughly onto all fours. Her whine of protest at the quick moment was quickly cut off with a mob of pleasure that could rival a pornstar, feeling you slip inside her dripping centre so easily.

Your thrusts were rough and fast every time you pulled the cock out you seemed angle your hips more accurately and reach deeper inside her cunt. Her pussy's walls fluttering around the fake dick milking it for all its worth. You taunted her as you brought her over the edge time after time, "wouldn't you like to be breeded like the whore you are? You'd look so good carrying my young, fuck! Take my cum mommy, don't waste it" you all but growled into her ear while scooping up a make shift pony tail to steady yourself as you slammed into her over and over again.

You fucked her like this until she couldn't take you no more. Her cunt desperately overstimulated and her mind seemingly on a different planet, somewhere between pleasure and pain. Noticing her whimpers you slipped out of her pussy loving how she whined at the empty feeling. "Such a good whore mommy. Look at how your needy cunt is dripping for me, shall I get one more from you slut? You'd like that huh?" You taunted finally feeling a bit of relief from your heat, her whines and whimpers of protests were delicious but you could tell her mind was deep in that fuzzy land.

"Mommy, come back to me? You did so good, I love you mommy" you whispered on a repeat until she blinked the haze away. "Darling?" She hummed out before moving to snuggle into you, "that was um woah" she muttered so unlike her usually elegant self. "I didn't hurt you?" You whimpered only now seeing just how rough you were, the bruises and hickeys littering her skin. "No darling I'm most definitely not hurt" she chucked and nudged you, "shall we get some sleep in this beautiful nest you made us? You know your relief from the heat will only last a little while and I'd much like to be fully rested for a repeat experience." You nodded mutely settling down and holding your mate close. "I love you Isa" you mumbled dropping kisses to her forehead.

Word count ~ 1644

[base0h]

Hi hi!

Alright, so I'm here to ask you politely for Noya and Tendou hcs/scenarios (whatever u want rlly) abt how they would react to their s/o moving to cuddle them closer in their sleep

Hehe

+ the s/o has a tight FUCKING GRIP and the boys literally can't break out from it in the mornin

Could add if Noya and Tendou do it too if ya wanna

Hope it's not much detail, rlly sorry if it is :[

Take care <3

a/n - error your requests are always the highlight of my days 💜💜😭

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o is taller than nishinoya 💀

Please let go of me

- Noya really wants to be the big spoon, but uh- you’re taller and it’s kind of weird that only about 2/3 of your body is being hugged 😭 soooo you’re the big spoon most of the time, and trust me, it’s just better this way 💜

- it’s morning, and you woke up nuzzling into his fluffy hair. You didn’t know what shampoo he used but damn you needed whatever it was because his hair was silky soft. Your arms were wrapped around him, cuddling him gently before you started to give him a hug.

- my poor guy woke up unable to breathe 💀 he was a bit confused as to why he was struggling to take a deep breath, and why he couldn’t move a muscle… “Y/n-?? I can’t- I can’t move babe.”

- …

- “hello-????”

- “bAbe. Can’t- can’t breathe!!!”

- he was trying his best not to hurt your arm as he tried to get your attention and wake you up. You were like half awake when this was happening so when you finally woke up, you managed to let go. “Morning noya :)”

- mans over here wheezing and coughing like he has stage four lung cancer, give him a little bit lmao.

- “Please don’t “morning” me- you almost squeezed me to death! I’m not a stuffed animal!!”

- “well- you’re the size of one. >:)”

- “EXCUSE ME?!”

- he tried picking you up but since you’re so tall?? Didn’t go so well. It’s not that he wasn’t strong enough, it’s just that his arms weren’t big enough to hold your legs, and your back at the same time. Sulked about it for around an hour with Tanaka laughing at him the next day.

- you can’t physically squeeze this noodly man to death lmao. He will literally slide out of your grip. Sooo he’s the one that squeezes you to death 😭 you’re peacefully sleeping, and all the sudden, you have to pee so fucking bad.

- right when you start to get up, he will literally pull you back and squeeze your stomach, making you almost punch him in the face. “Tendou I need to pee. So fucking bad please let go of me.”

- “I’m ok. You can suffer tho :)”

- “LET GO PLEASE.”

- you tried squirming but tendou was too tired to let you go. And also he needed cuddles right that second. What could he say? His needs were very important 💀 he finally let you go, and he found it absolutely HILARIOUS how fast you ran to the bathroom.

- “BAUAUSHUDHDUSHEUDHIDHDIDJF YOU RAN LIKE A FUCKING CHEETAH KDBISBSUDHIFBFFJ”

- “SHUT UP! YOURE THE ONE WHO NEEDS CUDDLES EVERY SECOND!”

- “you’re the one who always needs to pee right when I need cuddles.” this “argument” went on for hours but it ended with you two cuddling 😂 also with all this yelling, poor ushijima in the room next to yours was struggling to fall asleep.

a/n - I totally did not spend an hour figuring out how to format their banners for this 👀

[good-griief]

hi there!! i've never done this before so im sorry for any mistakes :") but anyways, what do you think abby would do if her s/o had a panic attack during sex? i adore your work and i love the way you write abby so much and i would love to hear your thoughts on it!

hi!! sorry this is so late but u didnt make any mistakes! and thank you🤍🤍

for one she’d be so sweet

you probably have no idea how it came on and she’d be so caring

even if she didn’t know exactly what to do, she’d put on a front like she did so you weren’t anymore upset

You didn’t know what caused it. Maybe it was how gentle she was being, or her hand on your throat. Maybe it was her getting you down to your underwear, but suddenly you couldn’t breathe. Suddenly, your hands were shaking and you couldn’t speak without taking out what little was left from the air in your lungs.

at first she might not know what to do, or maybe not realize, but she’d quickly get things under control

“Head between your knees,” she instructed, making you sit on the edge of the bed so you could drop your head and place your hands on the back of it. “There you go, baby. Breathe… Breathe,” she coaxed, hand going to your head when she saw your breathing calm down. She kissed the top of your head, hand stroking over your hair slowly as she sat on the floor in front of you. She then rested her cheek on the mattress, next to your thigh and waited patiently, hand holding your waist as you got your breathing under control.

she’d be so patient, just wanting you to be okay

i think she’d know she didn’t do anything wrong, since this had probably never happened before but she’d definitely think of what she could do to warn you about what she was going to do before she did it in the future, if that makes sense??

but i think she’d wait until she had some alone time to think over that in case she got too in her head and couldn’t give you her full attention

“You’re okay, sweetheart. It’s okay,” she’d soothe, saying something comforting every few moments to assure you that she was still there with you.

she’d fill the silence too, voice all gentle and warm until you could be calm enough to speak

even if you couldn’t tell her what you needed, or what triggered it she was just happy you were able to talk to her

“Sorry,” you finally spoke when you could, hand reaching down to place on her head. She’d lean into your touch, turning her head to kiss your palm before she placed her head back in your hand. “Thank you.”

there was also no way in hell she was letting you apologize to her tho

she’d shut that shit down immediately

gently… but immediately

“Don’t apologize.” She was firm, peering up at you. “Wanna lie together? Or do you need some space?”

she’d gladly give you whatever you wanted or needed

even if she didn’t want to give you space, for fear that you might view that as her leaving, she’d still give it to you if you asked for it

but if you wanted her with you, she had to hide her happiness to get to hold you

As soon as you asked her to, Abby was happily cuddling you beneath the warm blankets, letting you cling to her as much as you needed as she traced gentle shapes into your arms and back.

again, she’d wait for you to speak and she’d wait until you decided to talk about what happened

she’d literally just talk about your favorite animal with you if that helped you feel any better

When you chose to speak, she gladly had a conversation, talking through what you needed until you changed the subject.

she’d talk with you for hours if you could keep up and if not she’d still talk cus she knows her voice is soothing for you

soothing enough to fall asleep to even

She’d ask if you needed anything; water, tea, something to eat, but when you just wanted to stay lying with her she gave you that, too.

If you wanted food or tea, that was when she gave you another opportunity to have some space.

she knew by now you wouldn’t take her giving you space as leaving so she’d be more inclined to do so if you asked for it

and when she comes back she’d go right back to comforting you

you probably wouldn’t even touch the tea or snacks she brought, just falling asleep in her arms as she talked you down

[toxooz]

Hi! Long time lurker and fan, but I just have to say I love how you create and treat monsters! Reading your comic and looking at your art really got me back to drawing monsters and thinking more in depth on how I treat and create my characters (monster or not). I also think it's so cool how your monsters STILL ARE MONSTERS. Even in the context of being in a "modern society" they still feel like and act like monsters (Idk to me its in the same context of seeing and interacting with wild animals. A lion will still hunt, a chimp will still rip your face off if you smile wrong kind of thing if that makes sense). They aren't humans in creature costumes. There nature as monsters is not only integrated in their design but the society they live in at large. Which I think points to your strength in world building too! Anyway, just wanted to tell you that. As a soon to be animation master degree graduate trying to post work online now, your work has really encouraged me during tough times. Can't wait to see more!

(P.S. I love a good masked man and the way you draw König so unhinged and cryptid like is so *chef kiss*)

YEAH!!! I definitely strive to make them as animalistic as humanly possible sksksk i crave the balance between humanity and the fact that we're all just a bunch of mammals with other creatures on this earth at the end of the day so i love to play off of animals and their behaviors and anatomy bc there's so many opportunities in that alone plus i try to stay true to the whole rule of 'if your character was just a plain ol human and everything was the exact same you didn't do it right' along those lines meaning if i give them any animalistic qualities whether it be tails or claws or color patterns whatever i try to demonstrate how they would use that quality to their advantage how how they would behave ect. and honestly i feel like im not doing that enough and i want incorporate that more into Wheel Bitten in future pages! bc that's what makes the monster universe a Monster Universe lolol same with the nature vs nurture like Ollies inherent bloodlust from him being raised to kill and eat raw meat if he so chooses or Ponti literally being raised to kill the whole concept of carnivores and the strain on that within a modern humanistic society all that good stuff so im HELLA glad u picked up on that!! 😭 so best of luck with the masters degree and may u succeed at incredible rates!🌟🎉🌟

(also yeS unhinged deranged socially inept little creepy with a fleeting touch of sweet König is the breath in my lungs 😭)

[underoospeterparker]

i thought of another peter sutherland request while i was sending u the other one 😭 peter and neurodivergent reader? only if u feel comfortable writing that obviously! maybe she gets overstimulated/overwhelmed by something theyre both working on and starts to have a panic attack and he helps her breathe thru it and calm down…lots of cuddles because puppy loves to give cuddles. i also think puppy is such a cute pet name for him bc he’s literally a puppy

hi baby! i've actually never written for a neurodivergent reader so I'm not sure if this is written right, and i don't personally have any experience! but i've done some research & i hope this is okay:) if you could let me know what you think that would be great, i can write it again with your feedback if you hate it, lol! but otherwise I hope you enjoy it<3 also, if you could give me feedback that would be great, even if you do like it!

tw: please don’t read if you feel triggered by panic attacks described in detail

(reader has ADHD - attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder)

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"baby, you okay?" peter's worried eyes met yours. snapping out of your daydream, you nodded lightly.

"sorry, jus' got a bit distracted," you murmured quietly, a faint blush of embarrassment coating your cheeks. your hand impulsively grabbed his index finger, anxious. peter let you play with his fingers, knowing it was one of your coping mechanisms. oh, he was the most supportive boyfriend. he was always there to listen, so deeply understanding and comforting when you got lost in your own world. it made you feel all tingly and happy, and you laughed quietly under your breath. peter's eyes brightened at the soft sound, however unexpected it was. "i'm sorry, what were you saying?"

he blinked, lost in his own thoughts, then started talking again. "hmm," he sighed, pulling you closer to him. "just that we have to stay here for a bit, at least until we know it's safe again."

safe. that word again. it was never safe, whatever you tried or did, and it was, was so difficult. all you wanted was a normal life. a normal life with peter, and it made you so mad, so annoyed, it was so sad to think that it was somehow wrong for you to want to have that life with him when you could be saving people, but you wanted it, you wanted it so badly it hurt.

peter noticed you getting worked up again, as you were squeezing his fingers too tight. he never complained. "sweetheart," he murmured. you sat up quickly, too quick from his chest, eyes already welling up.

your breathing grew too fast, too fast to be normal and everything was moving too fast and it was too much, too much. your breaths became shorter and more frequent, hands still clutching peter’s, squeezing, because you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe, and it was too loud-

tears fell quickly down your cheeks. “shhh,” peter cooed lightly. your sobs were making it even harder to breathe. your boyfriend recognised the signs of your panic attack, trying to calm you down as best as he could. “it’s okay, sweetheart, just breathe with me.” you tried your best to follow his instructions, hiccuping slightly. “in, and out. deep breaths.”

you tried doing one, and you couldn’t, it was too tight around your throat. your eyes welled up even further. “it’s okay. we can try again,” he murmured, eyes filled only with concern and love for you. you nodded, unable to speak. “slowly, breathe in, and out.” taking a deep breath, you filled air into your lungs, and you felt this overwhelming surge of relief rush through you. “there you go, that’s my good girl,” peter praised, a small smile forming on his face, reassuring you everything was okay. “a few more, okay?”

after you had calmed down, you asked quietly, “can i have a hug, please?”

“of course, baby.” you fell into your boyfriend’s open arms, head resting on his shoulder. he nuzzled the top of your head with his chin, hands rubbing your back lightly.

and that was when you you knew that whatever happened, you would always be safe. because you were with him.

[whumpshaped]

How do you write gore? I am interested in this process.

alright okay so. this got long and i also mention some brief examples of gore in there. i hope its somewhat helpful?? or at all?? im not sure. im not great at giving advice im sorry

gore is something very precious and intimate to me. i feel like i approach it in a way people would approach a tender smut scene. because its the same to me. its being able to peel back someones little layers. to be inside them. to know them. to know them better than they know themselves, because honestly, when was the last time you took a peek at your own kidneys? yeah i thought so. gore too takes two or more people because whatever gore you can inflict on yourself is Nothing compared to the tender intimacy of someone else digging around in your stomach. its vulnerable. its beautiful.

as for literal descriptions, i always try to get very visceral with it, because i feel like it deserves detail and long drawn out paragraphs of description. there are so many sensations and sounds and sights and smells to describe. i cant write super detailed smut but i can write the exact way someone would reach inside someone else's ribcage and slide their fingers under the bone to caress their lungs. its just so much more comfortable to me. it feels like home.

i look at tons of images of specific elements of gore i want to write, real images, drawings, medical illustrations etc. when i can, i watch surgery videos on it. i want to know what it's like so i can write it as best as i can.

i like to relate it to my own life too. shout out to my 5th grade literature teacher who said "whenever i think about being burned at the stake, i like to imagine how much it hurts when i accidentally burn my hand on the clothing iron or stove. and thats just a moment, and a small surface." she was so real for that. breaking every bone in someones body? think back to that time u broke the tiniest bone in your wrist at age 11 and your entire arm went numb. putting needles in someones fingers? blood draws, or pricking yourself while sewing, but times ten or a hundred. and if you really cant relate it to yourself, read about it, read the symptoms, read the accunts of ppl who HAVE gone through it, try to really imagine it.

and dont forget about shock. shock is one of the best parts of gore to me. because you will probably go into shock when you see your severed arm (shout out to the medical instructor who taught us first aid on my drivers course).

idk. gore is something so precious and important to me. it just sucks me in, it feels like writing a long unhinged love letter as an obsessive lover. every time.

and that doesnt mean i condone gore or think its morally awesome to dismember someone. but you can write it that way from a whumper's perspective. but you can also write whumpers who dont really like it but have to do it for whatever reason. whumper pov is good if you dont want to try and explain how itd feel. some things i like to consider: is this the first time whumper does this? does it make them giddy with excitement? or is this the thousandth time and its just work to them? do they like what theyre doing? is it a means to an end or is it for fun? do they have any medical knowledge?

then of course you can write it from whumpee's perspective, which might be good for not going into anatomical detail. whumpee doesn't really see whats going on, most likely. and there's so much blood! it's their blood! theyre not thinking about anatomy, theyre thinking pain pain pain pain PAIN PAIN PAIN. some things i like to consider: has whumpee ever gone through something like this? is this the first time they're seriously hurt? is it the thousandth? and if it is the thousandth, how does it compare to the previous times? how is whumpee's pain tolerance? are they afraid of dying? do they have any medical knowledge, can they kinda gauge how bad the damage will be?

you can bring in a third observer, write it from their pov. itll be vastly different every time based on that character's own feelings towards gore, towards the two or more people involved, etc. there are so many ways to depict and explain what gore looks and feels like.

when i write gorey stuff, i like to just get it all out in a first draft, then go back and do some "realism checks" (this might not be smth you want at all and thats okay :) ). not medical accuracy or anything, but i like to go back and think okay, this character is getting their eyes plucked out, would they really be snarky during the process? maybe not! lets take that out. gore is smth that is usually rly far removed from your life/experiences, so it takes effort to write it in a way that feels authentic.

in any case, just have fun and remember fantasy gore hurts no one :)