#i would gladly accept a head massage from him

[konigsblog]

i just know könig gives fantastic head massages and scratches...

könig adores rubbing your scalp with his scarred fingers, rubbing soothing circles, and scratching your head gently while you whimper and plead for more. it's such a gentle moment—the fire crackling and your head laid on his big lap, his fingertips running down the back of your neck, wriggling at the ticklish sensation of his fingernails against your bare skin.

if you're looking for something smutty, könig may get aroused at the sounds of your mewls and whines—the sound of pleasure running through your lips. with your head pressed against his bulge, incredibly close to his cock, he begins to get hard. he'll unfasten his belt, guiding your head down on his slick, swollen length while massaging your head slowly, drool running down your face as you suck him off lazily and sloppily.

[pleasingforharry]

For Your Eyes Only

college!harry x quiet!yn

SUMMARY: Harry didn’t want Y/N to leave for class as he woke up needy and horny. But she needed to go, so he was left alone wishing she were there to take care of him. Maybe there was a way to persuade her to come back home. A text? A video? Something for her eyes only.

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

WARNINGS: Uhhhh smut because I was in a smutty mood.

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"Don't go," Harry begged, clutching his girlfriend to his chest. He was sitting on the edge of his bed with Y/N stuck in between his legs. “I need you.” His tone was suggestive. And to make it more obvious, he pushed her naked leg against his clothed cock—hard and throbbing.

Y/N sighed and tangled her hand in his hair. It was beyond messy in the mornings. “I don’t have time, dove. Class starts soon. I’m pretty sure I’ll be late even if I leave now.” 

“So, just stay,” He whispered in her ear. Y/N let him handle her so now she sat on his lap, arms loose around his neck. It may have looked as if she was agreeing to stay as she sat comfortably on him. “I’ll make it worth your while. Take care of you so good, baby. I’ll do anything you want.” His voice was raspy from the early morning, but also dark from desperation.

It was very enticing. Y/N gave her boyfriend a light kiss before pulling back before he deepened it. Then appeared that charming smile. “No, dove. I can’t. But I'll come right back, as fast as I can. Promise.” she told him softly. Her lips pressed against his cheek, nose, brows, and back to his own pair of plush lips.

Harry wasn’t ready to give up yet, though. His hand grabbed Y/N’s hips and moved them so her cunt rubbed against his hard cock. “Feel that?” He gazed at her with hooded eyes. Y/N could moan from how fuckable he looked. He bucked his hips up, causing her to gasp. “Just for you, baby. I can make you feel good. Just stay, okay?”

Y/N dropped her forehead on his shoulder in defeat. 

“I just know you’re wet. I know my baby too well,” Harry turned his head to reach her ear. He gently bit her lobe. “Come on. Let me eat your pretty cunt out. I want to suck on your little clit while you try to push me away. Then I’ll fuck you so hard, baby. I can make you come so many times. And then we can watch a movie while I massage your puffy pussy lips with my fingers. Maybe accidentally let one slip inside.”

Damnit. She moaned. She couldn’t help it. Neither could her hips as she moved them on her own.

“Harry,” she cried.

“I got you, come on. Stay.” His voice traveled through every inch of her insides.

If Y/N wasn’t so worried about missing an important topic in class, she’d keep her ass right in Harry’s room and let him have his way with her. But as much as she loved to be with Harry, she’d never forgive herself if she missed class over something that could wait.

“Okay, fine,” Y/N sighed and kissed his cheek. “But I’m hungry. Can you make me some breakfast?” Harry’s eyebrows shot up. He was not expecting to win that battle.

He nodded and flipped them over so Y/N was laid out on the bed. “Stay right here, princess. I’ll bring you up something nice,” He said, smiling widely. Y/N patting his jaw. “Thank you for staying. I love you.” He leaned down to kiss her, which she gladly accepted, before Harry shot out the door and down the stairs.

Y/N only laid there for a minute, debating which guilt would make her feel worse. Was it really a big deal if she missed one class? Was it so bad if she left Harry here for only two hours? She thought about it. And then she decided.

Her movements turned quick because she didn't want Harry to catch her in the act. Y/N dressed herself in sweatpants and a tank top that were left in her boyfriend's room and had never returned to her own dorm. She layered it with Harry's hoodie.

There were a pair of crocs that she left in his closet. They had to do. Her bag was against the desk as she slid it on, before leaving the room. She listened for Harry in the kitchen. He wasn’t alone as numerous voice toppled over his.

Y/N planned to sneak out the front door because it wasn’t in view from the kitchen. She crept down the stairs, listening in on Harry's conversation to ensure he wasn't about to go back up to his room.

“You gotta put that thing away, man!” She heard Isaiah complain.

“Why don’t you take care of it for me? If you’re so worried about it,” Harry snapped back. Niall laughed loudly.

“Poor Y/N, how does she even walk after that?” He sighed. “Don’t you feel guilty, H?” 

“Mind your own business, Niall.”

“Hey, she’s my friend. I have a right to be concerned about her ability to walk after you destroy her with that absolute weapon!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and continued her journey. She successfully made it out, but hesitated closing the door behind her. Her teeth sunk into her lip as she thought about it. She’s already late. Maybe she could just email her professor to sum up the class.

It was tempting. Very. But she still closed the door and started a light jog to the bus stop.

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dove: you left.

my baby: i did. i have class

dove: i made you breakfast

my baby: i know. i asked you to

dove: you tricked me.

my baby: i love you

dove: i need you

my baby: need me from afar

Harry didn’t respond, which surprised Y/N. But she just shrugged it off and flipped her phone over as her professor continued to teach the class. When she arrived, no one looked at her, but her professor gave her a sidelong glance. Y/N blushed profusely and scurried to her seat. She spread her papers out in front of her and caught up with everyone.

On the other hand, Harry wallowed in his room. He ate the breakfast he made for Y/N and sighed with every bite.

The class was two hours—two hours too many for Harry. He was laid out on his bed, huffing and pouting like a child. He missed his girlfriend. And so did his cock. His hand was softly squeezing over his sweats as his other texted Y/N again.

dove: i’m so hard rn

dove: i think i might have to fuck my hand, i cant wait two hours

Y/N placed her phone under the table, before looking at the screen. And she was thankful she did. She shot her eyes to the people sitting next to her, but they were too busy copying what was written on the board.

Her legs twitched at the message, and she shifted in her spot. She lowered her brightness, before responding.

my baby: i’m in class

dove: then come back. maybe ill forgive you

my baby: busy

dove: i need you.

my baby: i’m sorry

The three dots appeared for a while, but then disappeared. Y/N was a little disappointed. She didn’t think he’d back down. Unless both of his hands were busy. She shifted in her seat again, feeling a sudden damp in her panties.

Y/N began to set her phone down when a video sent from Harry appeared. The thumbnail was black, so Y/N clicked on it with curiosity. And her eyes widened when it started.

Harry’s cock filled up the screen with his thick fingers wrapped around it. The tip was red, twitching, and leaking with come. His voice was gravely as he slurred out a moan. Y/N squealed, lowering the volume completely before more was heard. No one glanced at her as the professor boomed her voice.

Harry’s hand moved up and down his cock at a slow pace. Y/N whole body jumped at the sparks that attacked her. The V line that led to his cock was prominent and so kissable. Harry lifted his hips to meet the thrust of his hand.

“Jesus, Harry,” Y/N mumbled, her eyes memorized on every detail of the video. His thigh muscles had Y/N’s breath uneven. She shot her eyes up when the class got suddenly quiet. The professor had asked a question and everyone’s hand went up. But for the first time, Y/N didn’t bother answering. She looked back down at the video of her boyfriend.

Nothing more happened besides Harry fucking his hand. He would occasionally swipe his tip, and his legs would twitch in response. Y/N was so eager to hear the sound, knowing exactly what noise he’d be making.

dove: for your eyes only, baby

Y/N was wet. It was starting to become uncomfortable. She had replayed the video with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

“Damnit,” she groaned. Her clit was now asking for attention. Y/N's free hand innocently rested on her lap before sliding between her thighs. It just looked as though she was simply warming up her hands with her heat. Her sweats were baggy, so nothing appeared off about her appearance.

Y/N watched the video again while running her finger along her cunt. She poked at her clit and flinched at the pleasure. She imagined how Harry’s cock would slide up her cunt to tease her before pushing in slowly, every inch stretching her.

Fuck.

dove: i want to come

dove: my cock needs you, Y/N. please.

Double fuck.

Y/N slapped her phone down and sat correctly, her attention trying to focus back on the class. She wrote what the professor explained and copied the board. Harry’s cock was red and shiny from the saliva he had spat in his hand. Y/N pushed her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. His thighs muscles thickened when he thrusted up, just like he would when she would get tired on top of him. Y/N pinched her nose to ignore the thoughts. His hand moved faster when he felt close, but stopped to tease himself.

Triple fuck!

Y/N gathered her things and stuffed them into her bag. She was quiet but fast, making sure to not disrupt the class—whatever topic they were on. Her phone pinged, and she flipped it over as she expected Harry’s text.

dove: please tell me you're wet. are your thighs clenching together and your pretty fucking clit puffy?

Her grip on her phone tightened. She put it in her pocket before gathering the rest of her belongings. She slug her bag over one shoulder and excused herself out of the classroom.

Y/N walked with speed to the closest bathroom. Fortunately, not many classes were in session in the building, so the few stalls in that smaller bathroom were empty. Y/N took out her phone as she leaned against the counter.

my baby: i’m in the bathroom

my baby: can’t focus anymore. thanks for that

Harry answered right away.

dove: are you wet?

my baby: so wet.

She could imagine Harry moaning at her text.

my baby: did you come yet?

dove: ofc not. its only going to be inside of you

Y/N covered her mouth to gasp. She walked into the farthest stall and locked it shut. She threw her bag to the side and pressed her back against the wall.

dove: what are you doing in the bathroom?

my baby: you know what

Her hand shoved into her sweats. She didn’t waste any time pushing her panties to the side and collecting the juices that instantly coated her fingers.

dove: tell me

my baby: you don’t deserve to know. but i can tell you it feels really good.

Y/N wasn’t lying. Her thumb and index finger pinched her clit, causing her to moan in the echoing, empty room. Her hand holding her phone dropped to the side as she focused on her fingers. She pushed her ring finger inside herself, imaging it was Harry’s. That made her eyes roll back.

Suddenly, her phone started to ring. Y/N looked down and saw Harry’s contact on screen. She smirked through her gasps. “Fuck,” she whined, before declining the call. Her hand dropped again.

dove: answer. let me see you.

Y/N typed with one hand while the other plunged more fingers into her cunt. Her eyes were turning glassy that it was kind of hard to see.

my baby: not yet.

dove: just wait until you come back, baby. i promise I’m going to fuck you dumb

Y/N moaned at the text. Her legs warned to give out, but she didn’t want to sit naked on the bathroom floor. Harry had too much power over her when it should’ve been the other way around. So, she had an idea.

Y/N swiped to the camera app and pressed the video tab. Her phone was between her legs, revealing everything. She started recording, looking down at the screen with a whiny face—eyebrows drawn together, lips parted as she gasped with each thrust of her fingers.

“Yes,” she moaned, touching her sensitive clit. “I want to come so bad. Fuck. I need it, dovie,” She hissed. “I have to do it all by myself.” Her head fell back against the wall, the camera shaking from her wavering hand. Her fingers shot into her cunt and curled, just like Harry would do to earn the most symphonic noises from her.

The video was filled with heavy breathing and wet fingers moving inside of Y/N’s cunt. Her thighs clamped together. 

“I can’t hold this anymore,” Y/N sighed, raising the camera to her face. She stared back at her flushed cheeks and smiled. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Y/N ended the video and boldly sent it to Harry.

A few minutes of silence passed. During that time, Y/N stopped playing with herself and cleaned up with toilet paper. She was desperately horny, and just as needy as her boyfriend, but really didn’t want to come in the bathroom alone.

When she was composed, Y/N walked to the door to leave, but a message from Harry finally went through.

dove: Y/N, come to my dorm right now.

my baby: i have to get back to class.

dove: then im on my way

Y/N chuckled with a roll of her eyes.

Yeah right.

my baby: ill see you later

Y/N left the bathroom and snuck back into her classroom. Maybe she was gone for a suspiciously long amount of time because the classmates that sat besides her gave her an up and down glance. One raised their eyebrows and chuckled.

Y/N wanted to die on the spot.

Another ten minutes passed, and Y/N was able to rejoin the class as if she had never left. She quickly caught up on her notes and answered some of the questions the professor asked. It felt good to be back and focused on what was important. Not her boyfriend, who should be at his dorm pouting and waiting for the time to roll by.

She was wrong.

Her phone pinged, and she was going to ignore it, but after another buzz to her thigh, she looked.

dove: im outside your classroom. come here

dove: i’ll gladly walk in and take care of business on your professor’s desk

Y/N eyes widened as she read the messages. She cursed under her breath, considering what to do. Harry wouldn’t actually do that—storm into her class and cause a scene, but the fact that he was here, in the building, caught her off guard.

Once again, her papers were collected and stuffed back into her bag. Y/N waited until her professor turned away to face the board, before scurrying out. She could feel the heat of eyes on her back, and her hand connecting to Harry’s face when she finds him.

Just like he said he was, Harry leaned against the wall by her classroom door. He looked out into the distance with a smug smile, lost in thought. Y/N puffed out a breath, earning his attention. His smile turned into a devilish smirk.

“Hello, baby,” He said, stalking towards her. 

“What are you doing here?” Y/N stepped forward and hit his chest. “Everyone saw me leave twice because of you. I’m so fucking embarrassed. I’ll have to drop the class now. I can’t walk in there ever again. You—”

Y/N was cut off by a hard kiss from Harry. He grasped her neck and held her there, immediately shooting his tongue into her mouth. Y/N moaned within the kiss, holding onto Harry’s wrist. He pulled away an inch to speak. “What bathroom were you in?” He asked in a voice so low, Y/N could barely hear him.

Her head motioned to her right. “Down the hall. It’s the smallest in the building so more likely that I’d be alone,” She explained. The end of Harry’s lips curled up.

“Perfect.” He kissed her roughly again before moving behind her. He pushed his cock against her ass and sighed in relief. “Lead the way. I’m right behind you.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” 

Harry pressed closely to his girlfriend as she walked them to the bathroom she previously occupied. He leaned down to find her ear. “I missed you. And I love you.” Y/N looked up at him.

“I know, and I know,” She giggled, stopping in her tracks to push her ass back against him, before continuing to walk.

The couple made it to the bathroom, and it was empty. Harry thanked the heavens because no one deserved to hear the noises he was soon to yank out of Y/N’s throat.

“Which stall?” He asked. Y/N pointed to the farthest one, and the biggest. “Get in there.”

She turned to face him. “You’re staying here?” He lifted his chin, staring down at her degradingly. 

“When you get inside, you take off this hoodie and bra. Then you get on your knees and wait patiently for my cock. Understand?” Harry instructed. His hand swiftly wrapped around her neck. 

Y/N gulped—nervously and excitedly, she wasn’t sure—before nodding. 

“Finally listening. Good girl.” Harry smacked her ass. “Go.”

Y/N went inside the stall and shut the door behind her, but didn’t lock it. She placed her bag on the wall opposite of her. Harry was quiet on the other side, and it grew nerves inside of her. What was he doing?

Like he told her to do, his hoodie came off, so did her tank top and bra. She stuffed them inside her bag so it wasn’t on the floor. Finally, she sank down to her knees and shuddered. She was facing the door, so whoever opened it would have a full view of everything. 

Y/N’s eyes saw Harry’s feet near the sink, deadly still. He didn’t move for a while, nor made any sound. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to tell him she was ready, but it had to be obvious because it’s been a while.

“I made sure I didn’t come, this morning,” Harry suddenly spoke. Y/N flinched in surprise. “Even after you left, after I texted you, sent that video, watched yours and fucking almost died on the spot, Y/N, I stopped myself. You know why?” Y/N wanted to soak into the floor by the authority of his voice. He sounded mad. Good.

Y/N watched his feet move closer to her stall. They stopped when he was exactly on the other side. 

“You want to know why I made sure I didn’t come after the painful hardon I had?” Harry asked. The door swung open and there he was. Eyes filled with desire, lips panting out harsh breaths. And his cock out of his boxers and sweats. It was slapped up against his chest—thick, veiny, and perfectly fitted for any of Y/N’s holes. 

The girl gasped as she stared straight at his cock. Her mouth dared to water at the sight. 

Harry leaned forward, and Y/N had to tilt her chin up to meet him face to face. His tilted to the side in a teasing manner. It felt degrading with her naked on the floor as he stood, almost clothed, with a shit eating grin.

“Because I promised myself that when I have you, this heavy load that I’ve been carrying is going to fill every inch of you,” Harry finished as he grabbed Y/N’s jaw. He made sure she continued to look at him. “And you will take everything I give you. I almost feel bad about how much you'll leak when I take you back to my room and do it all over again.”

Maybe Y/N shouldn’t have teased him.

She smiled sincerely at him. “Is it too late to apologize?” Harry chuckled and let go of her jaw to stand back up straight. He took his cock into his hand.

“You’re about to apologize right now,” He said. “Now open.”

Y/N was timid to do so, but her mouth widened anyway. Her boyfriend definitely wasn’t small, and it always took some time for him to fit anywhere inside of her. But she was still obsessed with him. He was pretty, and veiny, pink at the tip, and reactive every time she was near. It made her feel special.

Harry sighed at the sight of Y/N. His hand tugged on his cock. Not that he really needed to because he was already as hard as he could get. He’d been waiting for this all morning.

Harry pressed his thumb into Y/N’s lower lip to push it down further. His other hand directed his cock into her mouth. Y/N subconsciously closed around him, hollowing her cheeks. Harry hissed at the warmth around him. He tangled his fingers into her hair for a grip.

“Think you’re ready, baby?” He asked her. Y/N looked up at him with doe eyes and nodded. “I don’t think so,” He teased. 

Harry doesn’t waste another minute stuffing his cock into Y/N’s mouth like he dreamt of since that morning. His body tensed up as he let out a predatory moan. Y/N used her hand to stroke the inches that couldn’t fit in her mouth.

She bobbed her head quickly, feeling Harry twitch inside of her. He could drop on the spot from how weak in the knees he felt. His thighs gladly accepted her sharp nails digging into the flesh. 

He wanted it to leave a mark.

Harry’s cock was finally getting the attention it needed. It was warm inside Y/N’s mouth and was teased by her tongue that petted the veins along the sides. His tip pressed the back of her throat, causing her to gag and back away briefly. But Harry had a hold on her hair to guide himself back inside of her.

Moans were spilling out him. “I’m already about to come, baby. Doing so good for me,” Harry praised her. He looked down to watch Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut as she focused on sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. She fondled his balls to quicken the process. “Gonna let me fuck your face now? Finally adjusted to my cock?” He needed to get control again before he got lost in the pleasure. She did that to him.

Y/N nodded and dropped her hands to his thighs for leverage. Harry drew his eyebrows together as he held her by the hair. He planned to start at a slow pace, but as Y/N tried to move her head closer to suck him in, he knew she was ready for him. Needy thing.

Harry kept Y/N’s head still, before snapped his hips forward. He tested the waters and watched for a reaction. Y/N shut her eyes while a muffled moan strained out of her. Harry took that as the confirmation to keep going.

His thrusts were quick. Each time he went in, he’d hit the back of her throat. It felt like heaven. Y/N moaning around him sent vibrations to every nerve in his cock. She watched his stomach muscles—covered by ferns—react to each thrust. She loved the view.

Her eyes turned glassy from the tears building up. Her jaw was tired and sore, but it was only the beginning. She was ready for it all.

Harry didn’t back down on his speed. His hips were fast and direct, never missing a beat or shifting. He hit the same place each time. “Fucking love your mouth, baby,” He spoke out loud. “The perfect shape. Made for me, I swear.” He groaned as he looked down at Y/N drooling from the corner of her mouth.

There was a puddle dripping in her sweats. Y/N was extremely wet that she dared the thought of taking care of herself right in front of him. But it was a death wish to try. Harry had a plan for her.

His grip in her hair tightened, pulling a moan out of her. He was close. His head threw back again, Y/N getting the perfect view of the underside of his chin. His neck was thick and veiny as he clenched his teeth together. He was letting out hard pants.

“Gonna fill your mouth with my come, baby. You’re gonna swallow it all like my good girl?” Y/N nodded, unintentionally bobbing her head to match his thrust. She shifted on her knees in anticipation. She loved the taste, the saltiness of his come. It spurted in her mouth like a dart from how hard he usually comes. She had pride from being able to make him do that.

Harry stopped his movements as he moaned out a gasp. “Take it all, Y/N. I’m not asking.” Her thighs wanted to squeeze together.

After one last thrust, Harry was shooting down Y/N’s throat. His moaning and heavy breathing got louder as he released. He repeated Y/N’s name under his breath, and it was music to her ears.

Harry pulled out, allowing Y/N to swallow properly. She smiled like an angel as she enjoyed the taste in her mouth. Harry had a hand on the stall door to balance himself. 

“Open,” He said to her through pants. She stuck her tongue out. Every drip was gone and down her throat. “You’re fucking amazing. I don’t think I tell you enough.” Y/N laughed.

“You don’t. You only tell me three times a day. I need more.” Harry winked at his girlfriend and stood back up straight. Y/N wanted to discard her sweats as her panties were destroyed, and soon her sweats.

Harry grabbed Y/N by the armpits and lifted her to her feet.. She had to hold onto his shoulders. Her body was on complete fire, mostly her bruised throat and scalp. But it felt amazing. 

“You okay, baby? Too much?” Harry held Y/N by her hips, their bodies close together, as he asked her. He kissed her cheek, before backing his head to look at her.

Y/N smiled drunklike. Her throat was tight, and she didn’t trust herself to speak. So, she did it by grabbing his face and engulfing him in a wild kiss. Harry tasted himself on her tongue. 

“I can take that as a ‘yes’?” He chuckled when she stopped. Y/N nodded and quickly kissed him again. “Okay, good. Stand at the wall and hold onto it,” He instructed, flicking his eyes to the spot he wanted her at.

Y/N did her best to walk over there with a seductive sway of her lips. Harry smiled proudly at her. He leaned down to pull his sweats and boxers down, stepping out of them. Y/N didn’t see as she was facing the wall.

Harry approached her from behind and did the same with her sweats. “Lift your feet, baby. Let me get you out of these.” He helped her slid the rest of her clothes off until they were both naked. “This is a sight I need embroidered in my head,” Harry commented as he unabashedly examined Y/N’s posed body leaning against the wall. She smiled shyly and looked away, facing the wall again.

Harry stood behind Y/N, kissing the back of her neck as his arms wrapped around her body. His cock poked into her ass, and she pushed back against it. She was actually dripping down her thighs now that her panties were gone.

He sucked a mark on her shoulder and another on her shoulder blade. He peppered more kisses down her back, before traveling back up until he found her ear.

“Ready to take me like a good girl, baby?” Harry asked. Y/N arched at the question and nodded. “Say it. I don’t care if your voice is gone. I want to hear you want me.” She whined with her head falling back on his shoulder. Harry grabbed her breasts and squeezed them in response.

She let out a breath, before struggling to properly say, “I’m ready for you. I want your cock in me so bad, dove.”

“Yeah?” Harry smirked and kissed her jaw. “You want my cock?” Y/N nodded, pushing into him again to prove her point. She was thinking of just reaching back and doing the work herself. She was over the teasing.

“Yes. Please.”

“Alright, I got you. You’re gonna take me so well. I just know you will,” Harry whispered, dragging his hand down her stomach and around her hip to her ass. He squeezed her cheek, before finding his cock and holding it. “My baby is gonna let me fuck her so hard, yeah? Apologize for leaving me all alone this morning, huh?” Y/N nodded, even though she really wanted to roll her eyes hard enough that her pupils disappeared.

Harry held Y/N by her waist—an arm horizontal across it—while lining himself with her cunt. Y/N waited in anticipation. Her hands holding the wall in front of her. She arched her back and bit her lip.

A gasp was shared between the couple when Harry finally pushed into Y/N completely. His lower abdomen touched her ass. Harry was in complete bliss that he had to stay still for a moment because of the overwhelming pleasure. He placed his hands over Y/N’s against the wall. He curled his fingers between hers.

“Fuck me,” He groaned as Y/N panted. She thought his cock in her mouth took her voice away. No, it was his cock stretching her walls as if it were their first time. He slipped in so easily from her wet cunt inviting him in eagerly. “Good, princess?”

“Yeah. Yes. Fuck, yes,” Y/N nodded rapidly. Her eyes fluttered shut so her senses were directed to Harry leaving her cunt briefly before plunging right back inside. Her hands turned into fist—one of Harry’s held the back of hers, but the other dropped to her hip for leverage. She felt his nails dig into her hip.

He started a slow pace so they could cherish the tightness of Y/N’s walls and Harry’s thick cock filling her up. Y/N choked on her own moans at each thrust. Her ass snapped back in its own. Harry loved it.

“Alright, baby. I’m done being gentle with you,” Harry whispered in her ear. “Ready?” 

“Mhmmm. Yes,” Y/N answered, followed by incoherent noises that added to Harry’s list of his favorite things he’s heard come out of her mouth.

Both of Harry’s hands were on her hips. His grip was rough that it was for sure going to leave marks. For his eyes only, though.

He fastened his thrust, jumping to a brutal speed. The skin slapping sounded of an audience clapping at an award show. Loud, fast, and full of pride. That’s what Harry felt as Y/N took him perfectly.

His head tilted up to the ceiling with his eyes shut. He buried himself in the pleasure of his cock being covered by what it yearned for. Not his hand, but the cunt made for it. His cock was home, and it wasn’t leaving any time soon.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Harry moaned loudly as he felt his legs almost give out. His pace didn’t stop, it actually went faster. Y/N gasped at the fiery of his thrust. He was getting his revenge, and she loved the pain that was included.

“Keep going, dove. I want it,” Y/N panted out. She searched behind her for some part of him. Harry felt her hand on his shoulder and smiled. He let go of her hip to twist her arm behind her back—a new kind of leverage. Y/N whined as she wanted some sort of comfort. But as he squeezed at her wrist, her eyes rolled back.

“You’re so warm and tight, baby. I can stay in you all fucking day. I don’t think I’m ever gonna stop,” Harry spoke over the skin slapping. Y/N had a moment of weakness from his voice. She had to use the wall to stop herself from falling on the floor. “I got you, princess. I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re taking all of this,” Harry chuckled as he watched her struggle in front of him.

Harry barely spoke like that during sex. He was gentle, holding back on the teasing because he was too caught up in the love of their intimacy. But today, he was pissed. And he was going to make sure she felt it.

He switched his thrust again. Snapping his hips hard into her at a slow pace. Y/N yelped each time, feeling him reach deeper than before. She looked down at her stomach.

“What? You feel me in there, princess?” Harry asked. He pushed into her and groaned. “I do too. Reaching so deep inside my baby. Only I can do that, right?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes. Only you. More.” Her words were wavering, but he still understood. He always knew what do to satisfy his girl. She would turn into a moaning, mumbling mess because of him. He loved that power.

Harry wasn’t stopping anytime soon, but Y/N could feel her release creeping up on her. He noticed because she was squeezing his cock more frequently and writhing in her spot. She was too busy whimpering to tell him. Her ass tried to meet his thrust like before, but she was tired and ready to burst.

Her forehead met the wall. “I’m... dovie, I—”

“I know, babygirl. Doing so fucking good. Gonna lick that pretty little cunt of yours when we get home,” Harry whispered to her. She moaned through heavy breaths. He was trying to kill her.

Harry continued to throw praise and light degradation to tease her. Y/N took it all with whining moans. Her knees bent and wiggled. She was getting close. Harry, on the other hand, she wasn’t so sure as he’d snap into her with a loud, gravely moan, causing her clit to throb, before pulling out slowly and doing the same again.

“Can I hold onto you? I’m close,” Y/N cried out. Harry was still holding her arm down behind her back. His face grew soft at her request.

He briefly stopped his thrust. “Of course, my good girl,” He chuckled. “Turn around.” Y/N did so, and Harry wanted to kiss all over her. She looked spent but not completely satisfied. 

His hands grabbed her legs and picked her up while they wrapped around his waist. He pressed her to the wall, smiling up at her. She returned it and kissed him. Her arms locked around his neck.

Harry slid his cock back into her and continued his fast, furious pace. Y/N cried out every curse she could think of while twisting Harry’s name into the mix. It was getting him close to his own release. Hearing her beg him to bring her to euphoria became his most important mission.

Fuck revenge. He would do anything right now to please his girl.

Harry reached between them to rub at her clit. It was throbbing fast like her heartbeat against his chest. “Mmmm, my baby’s clit is so warm and pretty,” He said, pressing his lips against Y/N’s opened ones. She was trying her best to breathe properly. “It’s all mine. I get to rub it all day, all night. Make my girl feel so fucking good. That’s all I want to do. Make you feel so good. Okay?” 

Y/N suddenly came, gasping loudly and digging her nails into Harry’s back. With a few slow thrust, he was right behind her.

Harry smoothly rode Y/N through her orgasm, whispering more sweet nothings in her ear as his fingers quickened its rubbing on her clit. His cock continued to spurt more come that he stayed deep inside of her.

The couple were panting in sync now, reminiscing the sinful activity they partook in this innocent bathroom.

Harry pushed his cock into her a few more times. “Making sure all my come stays in there. Keep hold of it for me.” Y/N giggled and kissed his neck. It was all just dirty talk. Harry knew Y/N should pee and clean up her legs. 

He pulled out of Y/N, before placing her on the toilet. While she peed, he gathered their clothes from the floor and her bag. He bent down to slip her panties and sweats back on. She put on the rest of her clothes herself so Harry could catch up with his own.

When they were completely dressed, Harry lifted Y/N back in the air and held her against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist again. 

“How ya feel, baby?” He asked her, walking to her bag in the corner. He slipped his arms through the straps so he was wearing it himself.

“Sore. Very fucking sore. It’s not fair,” she pouted. Harry chuckled and kissed her puffed out lip.

“Well, your only break is during the drive back to my room. Use it wisely,” Harry said, nonchalantly. Y/N eyebrows raised.

“What?”

“Don’t you remember? We’re doing this all over again.” His smile was wicked. Y/N sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry walked them out the bathroom and to his truck.

Y/N really shouldn’t have teased him.

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dont even say it. i know. im ashamed. but fuck, it was kinda good

[triasticalwarlock]

yandere bob with a reader who has an odd fascination with cannibalism? shes never tried human flesh, but she certainly wouldnt be opposed

Deadly fascination

Hope you like this! Bare with me since like the other characters I write for, I'm still perfecting his personality. But I hope you liked this! Also, sorry if it's short. Enjoy! :)

Pairing- bob velseb x reader

Relationship- Romantic/platonic

Warnings- yandere behavior, cannibalism, when he's a red flag but y/n is color blind, fascination with cannibalism, murder, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, controlling behavior, non-con bob,MDNI.

Genre- yandere, fluff(?)

I personally believe that for both regular and yandere bob, they would both be ecstatic. Finding someone who wasn't terrified of them just from this fact, accepting the hunger for flesh without a second. They would be even more happy once they find out about your weird fascination with it, the first thing coming out of their mouth.

"Ya wanna try it?"

For yandere bob, he wouldn't really care if you wanted to try it or not. If he has to, he'll force feed you. While regular bob, will still try to get you to eat it, but will respect your decision after the 2nd time of trying. But knowing how you wouldn't be opposed of trying it, would send bob into a frenzy. Making a whole ass thanksgiving dinner but with human meat for you, standing in front of you. Fidgeting in excitement, waiting to see what you think of it. Now, if you like it, this man is mentally jumping in joy and shouting ' HURRAY!' and then will tell you to keep the eating. If you don't like it, he really doesn't care, will still make you eat it.

If you're fascination is that strong, he'll gladly let you watch him kill and cook his victims. Both Bob's are addicted to your attention, loves it when it's on them. But with yandere bob it amplified by 1000x. So having you watch him is like a blessing to him. Asking him questions about the process with make him rant about all the facts of cannibalism he knows, look at his search history and all of it is just, ' facts about cannibalism'. While he is a cold blooded killer, and cannibal. He is such a goddamn nerd. It's insane how much he knows about this way of eating.

Also, biting. Let's talk about that. If you want to, he'll gladly let you take a bite out of him. Biting and eating your partner is a love language for him. So that means he'll do it to. The places he normally goes for are; the arms, legs, neck, and fingers. But he keeps in mind not to take a bite out of you to much! Wouldn't want you leaving him would we?

Feeling the softness of his stomach Beneath your foldes legs feel like they were on a cloud. His large hands holding your hips just to hold you. Placing your hands on his shoulders, which was covered by his regular blood-red sweater. Sending you a grin, he tilts his head in a curious manner. " Watcha waiten' on suga?" Lifting one of his eye brows at you. You look away for a moment, thinking. " Well, I don't know where to bite you at." Letting out a booming laugh, slightly moving you up and down from your placement on his stomach. Before stilling. Still letting out a few chuckles" Please, hun. I've bittan inta' more people than ya could blink. I'ma be fine." Tilting his head more to give you room, his turtle-neck pulled aside. You nod, deciding to trust him. What else could you do? You knew he would force you if you didn't, he always did. But it wasn't like you wanted to stop, you where just making up scenarios. Leaning into the nave of his neck, you bite down. Not softly, but not rough either. Comfortable. You feel the rumble through his neck when he groans. Knowing him by know that he more than likely had some drool running down his stubbled chin. Lifting your hand, you dig it in his dark, black hair. Massaging his scalp as you bite harder. Making a iron-like taste invade your mouth. You feel Bob's arms wrap around you, pushing you against him harder. The position of your legs making it slightly uncomfortable, but you manage. The sounds falling out of his mouth sound like one of pleasure, not even in a sexual way. Just knowing that you were the one doing this was comforting to him. So, while it last. He indulged as much as he could.

Bob is also fiercely possessive. And just the thought of having a piece of himself inside of you( shut up, I know what you all have going through your heads right now)? Makes him happy, it makes him feel at peace. Because where ever you go he'll always be with you; protecting you, keeping you, owning you. you get this gist. And having a piece If your flesh in him does the same thing. You'll always be with him no matter what.

If you want, he'll let you kill someone yourself! He'll watch like a proud dad as you stab them. Pointing at you and going, 'see that? That's my wife that's killing you' then, he might let you cook with him! The reason that he doesn't do it without some convincing is because cooking for you is one of his pride and joys, mostly his pride. And he likes taking care of you, it makes you rely on him.

But, by some god you do manage to convince him. He'll be instructing and watching your every move. To make sure you don't get hurt and still having some control over your actions. Besides, he was a literal cook once, and he eats human flesh like it's a religion. You know that he knows what he's doing, so you listen.

But overall, regular and yandere bob would be happy with your interest in cannabism. They have your attention on them and are able to be in your presence. Which puts both versions at ease.

Version-not edited. Will if I notice something I didn't before.

[thecapricunt1616]

Daddy!Carmy holding his baby for the first time

Another unformated daddy!carmy blurb below I’m sick thanks to @carmenberzattosgf !!!

After an agonizing hour and fifteen minutes of pushing, your son had been born luckily scream crying. You had been more relieved then you ever felt in your life to finally get him out. Who knew 7 and a half pounds could feel bigger then a bowling ball sitting on your cervix for more then a day.

Although active labor only lasted 4 hours, and pushing lasted nearly an hour and a half - the contractions lasted nearly thirty hours. Carmy of course was near your side the entire time, allowing you to squeeze his hand and arm as hard as you needed to.

He brought you ice water while you bounced on your yoga ball and grunted through contractions, he knelt holding your hand while you tried to ease the pain through a hot bath, bundled up and held your hand as you curb walked in the chilly Chicago Fall weather.

He made you the spiciest Mexican food you could handle at your request, and ate it with you - sniffles and watery eyes and all. He gave you perennial massages (both of you shuddered at the idea to begin with - but you were both ready for this torture to be over so anything that would speed up the process you tried). He’d had sex with you which funny enough eased the contraction pain for the duration which you appreciated.

He tried stimulating your nipples, the man literally called his sister and listed off the things the two of you had tried already to try and get advice. To which, she gave the golden advice of ‘just have sex again! Like- as much as you can. For some reason it works. They may be grossed out by it I don’t know!’ And with 2 more rounds you were 4 minutes apart which per your midwife was the golden time to go.

She had met you there, and made sure to advocate to your nurses your birthing plan of a water birth and not having anyone other then her and Carmy in the room other then the one doctor and 2 nurses needed to observe the midwife as she’d helped deliver. Carmy had nearly passed out probably 3 times the midwife had told you after, you were too busy - well..getting a baby out of you, but thankfully he kept it together.

2 pushes before the baby had been delivered, you panicked. You had felt the ring of fire, it felt like it would never stop- and you felt like the baby had been in the same spot for the last 5 pushes you’d done, all which your midwife had counted to ten- and your baby still wasn’t out. Carmy though, even in his own panic somehow got it together enough to kiss your forehead and tell you that this was the most amazing thing he had ever been able to witness and that he knew with how strong you’d been this entire laboring process this final stint would be a breeze if you just focus on him and listen to him reminding you how amazing you are and how much he loves you and how lucky this baby is to have you as their mom and without you even realizing, your baby was out.

You realized when the midwife called your attention, and you weren’t surprised to see Carmy having his hands below, ready and waiting to catch his babe and and him to the midwife to which she put him on your chest and the little baby boy screeched. It was the best thing you’d ever heard, you looked at your baby and it was like you and him were the only thing in the world, you didn’t even realize you were sobbing. You didn’t even realize your midwife had to rub Carmys back to coax his face away from being pressed to yours to cut the cord.

He gladly accepted, remembering how they taught him in birthing class and the midwife added the clamp as the nurse came over and suctioned the baby’s mouth out. He helped you unhook your nursing bra and get the baby settled against your skin “Levi” he whispered through his tears and you looked up at him

“He’s a boy?” You question, looking at the little baby who was lifting and dropping his head in search of some well needed food after his long awaited grand entrance.

“He’s a boy” he smiled tearfully, rubbing his little back and massaging the stickiness in that you’d learned in birthing class was actually really good for their skin and immunity.

“I- I feel-“ you pouted “like- like I missed it” you started to cry guiltily, looking at your son “I’m so sorry angel” you sniffle, as your baby carelessly sucks at your breast with closed eyes and clutches Carmys finger.

“No-no baby” he pet your hair gently, “remember? They said it’s just the adrenaline. Shhh. You’ll remember. Want me to tell you? I’ll tell you everything honey and I bet it’ll come back t’you, yeah?” He coaxes, kissing your temple “you did so amazing baby -“ his voice wavered as he tried his best to hold back tears “I promise I’ve never seen anything more fuckin beautiful yeah? It’ll come back I know it will” he kissed the top of your head sweetly.

One of the nurses came over, taking baby’s temperature and making sure he was adjusting okay before taking him to do his shots since he was done nursing for the time being, and the other nurse and midwife helped you deliver the placenta while he followed them to give the shots like you’d discussed.

The next time you saw him was a good 45 minutes later, after the baby had been weighed, given his shots, gotten his apgar test, physical exam, got his eye drops, and done his genetic screening - and Carmy was following the nurse as she wheeled little Levi in the room.

“My boys!” You said tiredly, sitting up and untying your specially bought birthing gown Carmy had found online. The nurse holds up her hand for you to stop

“Little ‘Bear’ here has a full tummy still, he won’t be hungry for another three hours or so. Daddy here is gonna get some skin to skin, mommy why don’t you sleep” she explained and Carmy kissed your head.

“I got em sweetheart” he told you and set down a ‘mommy cocktail’ as the nurse had told him, which was 2 hospital cranberry juices, 2 orange juices, and one pineapple, packed with ice. You took a sip and hum, eyes fluttering shut and head falling back onto the one of many pillows Carmy made sure to bring for you that he bought for this exact reason (sugar told him hospital pillows were uncomfortable - he took the one they left on the bed that he replaced with the comfortable $20 ones he brought for you and realized she was in fact right, his neck had kinks he didn’t know could exist.)

“Love you” you puckered your lips and he kissed you sweetly, lingering just long enough to satisfy you before sitting down on the recliner. He tugged off his classic white shirt, reclining back and the nurse unwrapped the babe, placing him on Carm’s chest to which he scrunched up. You were so exhausted, you couldn’t have witnessed it if you tried. But, Carmy was committing the entire interaction to memory, he would replay this interaction over and over in his mind for the rest of his life.

“Hey, heeey there little man” he whispered and the nurse smiled, covering the babe with the blanket he had been swaddled in when he came in with him and kissing his head. He nearly giggled, looking up at the nurse. “He..he smells good. Is that weird? Er like…creepy?” He could barely contain the happy tears rolling down his face that hadn’t stopped since he caught him when he first came into the world.

The nurse just smiled, shaking her head amusedly. “That’s parenthood. Welcome honey. You seem to be a natural. The third drawer is stuffed with Huggies and desitin- only buy desitin hear me?” She opened the drawer. “Second is for” she silently points to you as to not disturb you. “We have witch hazel pads, ice packs, numbing spray - I expect this cart to be cleared out tomorrow when you leave, mm?” She shuts it and he nods with a thankful smile.

“Thank you” he said just before Levi throws up milk all over his chest, causing him to scrunch his nose and hold back a gag.

“Rule one” she took the baby, patting his back and handing him a burp cloth. “Staying ready means you don’t have to get ready, dad. Always have a burp cloth ready honey” she pointed to her own shoulder, covered with another cloth as she pats his little back, bouncing him gently.

Carmy nodded, holding his breath as to not smell the sweet bitter baby vomit smell.

“Noted.”

[gjsatorus]

hey daddy !

summary: gojo comes back from the prison realm

— gn reader, established relationship, fluff, one suggestive joke, not proofread (i wrote this at midnight which is also why it’s all over the place sorry y’all 😭)

note: it’s been another week without satoru and i’m going crazy like i need him back soon bc i can’t live like this (remind me to write one for when he comes back to life too)

it’s been days, weeks even. since you last saw your one and only, gojo satoru. many people have probably heard of his name, many people knew him, many people agree that he’s the strongest. but to think that he got sealed in that stupid box was baffling honestly. (i hate you kenjaku)

so here you are, coming home from work, patiently waiting for him to come back home. you were getting worried as the days pass on. the lonely nights without him, the nights where you just want to feel his warmth again, to feel his arms around you again. maybe you took him for granted and he won’t ever come back.

19 days without him. you just came back from work, finished showering and everything. now you’re making dinner for yourself, that was until you heard a knock on the door. you freeze up, who could be at the door at this hour? you grab a frying pan for defense and went towards the door, you look out of the window and.. is that satoru?

you open the door immediately, greeted by the man himself however his appearance is different. gojo has became more buff and it looks like he has changed clothes in the prison realm? “baby..” he sighs out, his blue eyes softening once they meet yours. you felt your eyes glisten while hearing his voice again, “i miss you too since you couldn’t say it yourself,” satoru clicks his tongue playfully.

“t-toru..” you mumble out, voice slightly shaky. the frying pan you held drops to the floor as you pulled him into a hug. he gladly accepts the hug, wrapping his strong arms around you. your soft sobs were heard, you look up at him with a gentle smile on your face. “i’m glad you made it back home, toru,” you managed to say, burying your face deeper into his chest.

“i’m glad i could make it back to you sweetheart,” satoru grins, tears welling up in his eyes too, deciding to make the situation a little more lighter. he threw you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, immediately you protest, struggling to get out of his grasp. “put me down toru!” you choked out, “can’t hear ya sweetie,” he smacks your ass as he pretends not to hear your threats and continues walking into the house.

he places you on the couch, kissing your lips as you pull him closer. he pulls away despite your whines and lays on top of you, hearing out a small “oomf!” from you. “you’re heavy toru,” you tease, not minding it a single bit. “i knowww,” his words drag out of tiredness, “i miss you darling,” you sigh while massaging the back of his head. “told me that already,” he pouts and you lightly smack his head.

“ow! you haven’t seen me in days and you’re already abusing me!” he dramatically accuses you, “maybe that’s just my way of showing affection gojo satoru,” you told back, the pout still on his glossy lips. “i loveeee my baby so much! missed them so much too, miss how they would tease me all the time,” satoru suddenly started to leave kisses all over your face.

“i love you too toru, missed your touch, and missed this pretty face too,” you did the same thing to him, seeing his cheeks flush a bit. the both of you stayed silent, quietly basking in each other’s warmth. “so when did you have this whole makeover?” you pointed at his tight black shirt and glance at his muscles, “don’t worry about it baby,” he chuckled, leaning closer to you.

[twisted-wonderland-memories]

They are…..cuddling?

If you remember Book 4 when Riddle is honestly forced to go home where his “good” mother was waiting to pick him up, he finally goes back to NRC to feel at least free from his mother. You had the living audacity to check up on him even tho Riddle had just arrived from the mirror, Riddle was flattered but it honestly surprise him when you decided to visit him ever since he got into his room.

He was wondering what brings you to see him at a time like this, but that alone doesn’t stop you from dragging him to make him wear cozy clothes.

Yeap you might want to let Riddle know what your intentions are, but if you did told him in private before hand…

“Riddle.”

“Y-Yes, Perfect?”

“Its time for your newly daily cuddles!”

Yeap….. Riddle would need alot of time to adapt into cuddling with you, but ones he does. All he can do now is helplessly blush every time that you are trying to pull him away from his study session, just because he is busy doesn’t prove that he can escape from you. The ONLY time he can get away with it was when it comes up to serious work as a housewarden. Tho sadly those daily cuddles are now cancelled due to extreme school workings, especially dealing with the trouble makers 24/7.

But….there ARE times where he does misses your daily hugs.

One night you got a surprise visit by Riddle, and he gets a chance to say this…

“I-Its time for your….daily….newest….cuddles….”

You had never seen Riddle being so cute when he pointed it out, it made you gladly accept and pull him in so he can wear the same cozy clothes that you give him before cuddling with him on your bed.

Riddle really get used to cuddles so much that he needed it so desperately thanks to his stress piling up, as a result he feels even better when you pat him on the head, letting him lay on your chest to hear your heartbeat, evenly letting your arm to gently massage his back a little. It felt pretty or a little but ticklish but he honestly enjoyed it to the point that he sleeps during the cuddling.

Thanks to that he had no nightmare but feels really refreshed.

You two are dating, and when no one was looking you sneakily give him kisses on the cheek before going. Riddle was broken at that affection but does motivate him.

[newnlovesjennie]

i feel i’m falling in love with all my heart

sanji/reader

cws: past abuse

tags: healing, vaginal fingering, gentle kissing, hurt/comfort, fluff, sanji is a sweetheart

summary: your patient boyfriend helps you through your journey of healing, one step at a time.

a/n: this is my first smut, so pleasee go easy on me :D

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slender, pale fingers caress your face, cupping the chub of your cheek while your lover leans in deeper to indulge himself more in the depths of your mouth, the kiss you two share becoming deeper and deeper by the second.

sanji, for all his perverted tendencies, took his absolute time with you when it came to intimacy. he’s still recovering from the fact that you wanted him to be your boyfriend;

and he was no particular stranger to your past, he’d seen the way you tensed up when a certain man’s name was brought up, the way you’d flinch when he made any sudden movements. his heart shattered into a million pieces the moment he saw how guilt ridden and distraught you looked when you asked him at the start of your relationship if it’s okay if the two of you could take it slow, as if you were depriving him of something he was deserved. rest assured, he gave plenty of much needed reassurance that you’d be in complete control this time, that it would all go on your pace.

now, he could feel the two of you falling deeper and deeper into your shared frenzy, your tongue exploring his mouth and his hands had now moved to your waist. you two had been making steady progress in terms of intimacy, but had yet to breach the one, important base.

“can i touch you down there, my love?” sanji asked, breaking the kiss between the two of you. you were lying on your back, head to the headboard, embarrassingly grinding on his thigh. you nodded, diving back in to his kiss, one hand traveling down to remove your underwear.

slow and cautious as ever, he rubbed gentle circles on your clit, his delicate fingers getting to work on indulging the masterpiece that is your pussy. in between moans, soft kisses to your collarbone, and his other hand massaging the plush of your breast, you could feel yourself building up to your orgasm. you shot out your hand to stop his, hard at work at pleasing you.

sanji stilled, worried he’d gone too far, or that you’d start having flashbacks. but instead, you looked up at him with your soft, glossy eyes, and said his name, “sanji….” you panted, “i… i wanna go all the way this time. i-i want you to fuck me, sanji-kun.”

he certainly wasn’t expecting that, and his heart began beating fast at the potential prospect of being buried in you, finally being able to make love to you. another part was, of course, worried, “are you sure, ma chérie?” he asked, concerned on if you’d regret this later.

your hand that stilled his extracted his fingers from your warmth, interlocking your digits and pressing encouraging circles with the pad of your thumb. “i-i’ve been thinking about it for a while…. i’m-i’m ready now.” you said, with the tone of confidence he always loved hearing.

you had yet to delve into the past traumas that plagued you to sanji, but he decided you’d cross that road when you’d gotten there. he trusted you like no other, and accepted that you must have some plan in your head on how to go about all this. “all right, beauty.” sanji said, concealing his excitement about fucking you. this night was about you, more than anything.

“you’re my beloved, (name), and i’ll gladly treasure you until i die”, he breathes out, “any man who does otherwise is a fool and nothing less. you’re a treasure.”

[whiskersz]

Hey there! I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do a Vox x fem!Reader who loves cuddling? I don't mind if it's headcanons or a ficlet, whatever floats your boat! Thank you!

Hey!! Yes, I could gladly do that! Still learning how to write Vox, so apologies if this isn’t in character. It’s simply how I see him! Anyhow, do have a nice reading session <3

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Vox x Cuddly! Fem! Reader

✩Despite what one would initially think, Vox is not averse to affection; when he’s not in a bad mood due to the other Vees or Alastor, he’s pretty level headed and as such he’s willing to accept intimacy. He expects it from you, his lovely girlfriend, after all, since you’re quite the cuddle bug.

✩ He doesn’t talk much during cuddles, opting to just hold you and let you speak if you’re in the mood to. He mostly hums as a response and smiles when you nuzzle your face into his neck, thinking of how cute your face must look like all squished up. This is also due to him thinking that it's kind of awkward to talk during intimate moments, so if he does expect it to be a short snarky remark.

✩If you want to cuddle him while he’s working, sure! He will let you do that, as long as nobody is watching. Some PDA is okay for him, but this much flusters him, admittedly. He’ll use one hand to do whatever is needed and the other will periodically reach into your hair and massage your scalp, or hold onto your waist and squeeze it slightly. He finds it quite endearing that you enjoy this activity so much, and it takes him nothing to accommodate you.

✩If you want to be the small spoon during cuddles in bed or on the couch, that’s his preferred position. He’ll wrap his arms around you protectively as that’s all you need to feel to know that he’s there with you. His screen head is a bit awkward to cuddle with...but through the years he’s figured out ways to not make it difficult to cuddle.

✩If you want to be the big spoon however, he’ll be a bit embarrassed at first; it’ll need a bit of adjusting but he’s not totally opposed to it, actually he quite enjoys it during a hard and tiring day at work. He fully thinks that he deserves to be taken care of like this. If you bring this up in public though, again, he will be flustered and deny it as professionally as he can.

✩The only issue with Vox and cuddling is that he doesn’t love doing it for too long, either because he’s busy or because he simply gets bored and the positions are a bit uncomfortable after a while, so unless you spice it up with kisses and such he will either let go of you and leave or get out of your grasp with ease, depending on who’s cuddling who. If you act sad because of this he will pinch your cheek and tell you to wait until later, as he’s got quite some work to do now.

✩If you’re only cuddly with Vox, that’s all fine and dandy by him. If you’re cuddly with other people as well though, such as your friends, he’s going to get jealous. He knows very well that for it to be a healthy relationship you two would need to talk about this calmly, but part of him wants to just blow up at the thought that you could enjoy cuddles with somebody else. Are his not enough? Maybe the time you spend cuddling is what’s not enough; he can’t do much about it though, he’s a busy man and he simply doesn’t enjoy too much affection in one go. Still, he’ll squeeze you extra tight next time you go up to him and ask to cuddle, and remind you that you’re his – this could be interpreted in different ways, but I quite simply meant with his words!  -.

[kumezyzo]

hey bff i’m going thru it can i pls request fluffy smut with sap 😢

i think we should all just come to terms with how inconsistent i am with these asks... btw fem!reader smut if you didn't get that already...

anyway, enjoy! or dont... :) m.list

"hey, peaches," your boyfriend greeted you when he saw you sitting on the couch. it was one in the afternoon and he was just waking up.

"hey," you said back, not looking up from your laptop. "how did you sleep?"

he grumbled a little as he shuffled over to you. you glanced to your right when you felt the couch dip next to you. then you felt him wrap his arms around your waist and snuggle his face into your side.

"i would've slept better with you there," he said slyly. you scoffed and shook your head. you reached down and ran your hand through his hair lightly massaging his scalp. then you went back to typing on your laptop.

"im sorry, i have to work during the day," you say playfully, feeling his breathing through your shirt. "i cant just work when i want to."

"you can do anything you want," he responded, lifting your shirt slightly to place his hands on your skin. if he was being honest, he wasn't even sure of what he was saying. he just wanted to touch you.

"baby, im working," you tell him in a warning tone. he hummed in agreement, lifting your shirt more. when he saw the skin underneath slowly revealing itself, he started planting little kisses on it. "okay, thats enough baby."

he grunted and pulled away, looking up to pout at you. you glanced down at him, glaring at his before you sent the email you were typing up.

you sighed and opened up the email you were sent while typing the past one. groaning at the name of the sender. then groaning again by the subject line: URGENT! NEEDS IMMEDIATE APPROVAL

as you read the email, you rolled your eyes. 'sorry yn, this isnt urgent but-'

you shut your laptop harshly and set it aside, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. your boyfriend just looked up at you with concerned puppydog eyes. you threw your head back and sighed.

you looked down when you felt him poke your stomach softly. "what was that?"

"nothing," you sigh. "im gonna go get water."

he peels himself away from you and watches you walk into the kitchen to get yourself water. he scoots to the other end of the couch and rests his head on the arm rest. he closes his eyes and waits for to get back.

as you drink your water, you notice how his shirt rode up slighty. it revealed the patch of hair leading down past the elastic of his boxers. his arms resting behind his head, flexing slightly.

you set down your empty glass and walked over to the couch. you slowly crawled over your boyfriend and sitting right over his crotch. he peeked up at you with one eye and without a second thought, set his hands on your hips.

"so now you have time for me?" he asked smugly, smirking as he kept his eyes closed. the content look on his face making your roll your eyes.

then you lean down and softly kiss his lips, taking him by surpise. but he moaned softly and gladly accepted it. he then slipped his hands under the waistband of the sleep shorts you didnt bother changing out of when you woke up.

he pulled away for a moment, "take these off for me, peaches?"

you nodded and got off him, slipping off your shorts and panties easily. he did the same, taking off his boxers and bringing you back to him quickly. when you were over him, you positioned yourself right over his hardening shaft and slowly began grinding down on him.

you leaned down again, kissing him softly as you kept your hips at a slow pace. he squeezed your hips and thighs, throbbing between your legs. he lost his mind when the sound of you two grinding bare against eachother started getting louder and louder. you would also let out a particularly heavy breath every time your clit caught on his tip.

when he couldnt take it anymore, he pulled away and lined himself up with your soaked entrance. "youre so wet, peach," he said as he let you sink down on him slowly. he threw his head back and you sighed as you felt him fill you up slowly.

"fuck..." you moan out fully sat on his lap again. then, you started grinding on him again. you kept the same pace as before, moaning when your clit dragged against him.

you leaned back down, desperately needing to feel his lips against yours. his hands traveled down to your ass, giving you a light smack. he groaned when you clenched around him in response.

he pulled away, making you bury your head in his neck. "better than answering emails. isn't it, peach?"

you rolled your eyes and started sucking on his neck. he groaned at the way you nibbled at his reddening skin. smacked your ass again, needing to feel you clench around him again.

you moaned at the way his right hand traveled between you two, starting to rub your clit. he used the hand on your hip to help you start bouncing on him.

"you close yet- fuck," he moaned. "you close peach?"

"mm-mm," you hummed, breathing heavily against his ear. he grunted, throwing his head back and trying his hardest to hold out cumming.

"fuck!" he cried out, moaning pathetically as he began shooting ropes of cum into you. you moaned when you felt it slowly start seeping out of you as you kept grinding on him, trying to reach your own high. "please, baby, cum for me?"

you moaned as you felt yourself fall over the edge, cumming all over his softening dick. he sighed happily, feeling how you involuntarily squeezed down on him.

"you never answered my question," he told you, smirking.

you hummed questioningly, trying to catch your breath. "what?"

"isn't this better than answering emails?"

*insert matthew mcconaugheys "alright alright alright" here* -nony

[cowboybarzy]

mat arriving from training camp and notices that y/n is taking a shower and goes in with her SMUT pleaseee

your ask is my command :) warning: SMUT ahead!!

You turned the water off and started gently lathering your hair in shampoo. You spent a couple of minutes massaging and soaping up your hair.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and with a loud shriek you dropped to your knees.

"It's me!" Your boyfriend, Mat, quickly explained with a laugh when he saw you on the shower floor.

"Oh my god! You scared me," you nearly screamed at him. "I thought you said you'd be back at four."

"I said latest four. I didn't really know what the schedule would be like today," he said as he opened the glass shower door. A cold wind hit you, making you shiver, but you gladly accepted his outstretched hand to help you stand back up.

You gave him a quick kiss, then closed the door to keep the cold out. "How was your first day back?"

"The absolute best," he said with a huge grin that you could make out even through the steamed glass. "I'm so pumped! Skating with the boys again and seeing some of the new kids. This is gonna be a great season."

"What are you doing?," you asked, instead of answering him, when you saw him start to undress. Before you knew it, the shower door opened again and a naked Mat walked in.

"Joining you." He grinned and leaned over to kiss you, before turning the water back on. "Why are you showering in the middle of the day anyway?"

He shifted the both of you around so that the stream of water could wash the shampoo out of you hair. "You went back to work, working hard, and I suddenly got motivated to go to the gym." You chuckled and brushed your hand over his abs. "Need to keep up with those muscles."

He pulled you into him with a chuckle and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss quickly deepened, both you growing desperate for more, pulling at each other. Mat too was soaking wet now and only when the water in your face got too much for you did you pull away.

"I wasn't done with my shower," you whispered breathlessly as Mat gently sucked on your neck.

"I can help with that." He took the bar of soap from the ledge and gently started gliding it along your body. He started with your arms and shoulders, gently massaging them getting you to relax into his touch. He moved on to your front, paying close attention to your nipples, gently tugging at and circling them. You sighed in pleasure. Your knees were getting weaker and weaker so you gripped his shoulders for support.

Finally, he dropped to his knees to wash your lower half. He soaped up your legs and butt, again massaging your muscles until you had to lean into the shower wall for support.

"Mat," you whined eventually when it seemed that he was purposefully avoiding one area. He looked up grinning like a devil and finally set the soap aside. With every heavy breath you grew more impatient and needy. Another needy whine finally got him to move into action.

His long finger finally slipped between your core, parting your lips. They curled, moving back and forth, teasing your entrance. "Maty." He was teasing you, and usually you liked it quite a bit, but that massage had already worked you up so much, you couldn't take this right now.

He slipped one finger inside and you almost toppled over. "Good?" God, he was so vain, but he had a point. He was that good. Before you could make a comeback, he slipped two more fingers in your pussy. He moved them quickly, curling to hit your gspot. You threw your head back with a load moan.

Suddenly, his fingers were gone. "No," you sighed at the loss, but he used his free hand to lift your leg into his shoulder which gave him space to bury his face in your core. "Oh, fuck yes."

Now his tongue was circling and sucking on your clit. You cried out, it was too much, but you hips still rocked against his face chasing your orgasm that was fast approaching. Your hands buried in his hair, scratching his scalp spurring him on to keep going.

Slowly, your toes started to curl and a wonderful sensation crept up your spine as your orgasm came crashing over you. You cried in ecstasy, bending over to keep your shaking legs from letting you down.

Mats big hands kept you steady as he stood up and pulled you into him to let you calm down in his arms. He cradled you, pressing little kissed to your face until you finally opened your eyes.

"Love you," you whispered.

"Love you," he whispered back, before kissing you deeply. "Let's move this to a flat surface, shall we?"

"I wanted to do a hair mask." He laughed. "What? I didn't expect you to be home so early. I had a whole plan."

"Fine," he said, still laughing. "Do your hair mask. It's not like I just put all this effort in..." He took a step back and opened the shower door.

"Where are you going?" You pouted.

"I actually kinda showered earlier already." You chuckled and kissed him. "Do your thing, but just get ready to take another shower after I'm done with you later."

"Can't wait."

[gyu-ine]

Sick reader x Chuuya

This is my first time using Tumblr so I really dont know how to use it, also englidh isnt my first lenguage, so expect this to be kinda of bad.

Cw: none, probably occ

You had just woken up, and... you felt like shit, you dont know how you got so sick, but it felt like you were dying, your head and throat hurt, and you didnt have the energy to move, or at least move to do more than to hug Chuuya, who was laying next to you, you thougth he was still asleep, but you felt him move, and saw him open his eyes- [name]? Your boiling...- he mumbled, worried- are you sick? Your sweating a lot too- he said, while carresing your forehead, he got up, and you started complaninh, wanting for him to come back with her, making Chuuya laugh- dont worry, I'm just going to get you some medicine- he promised, before leaving the room.

You lied in bed, sure you were dying, in part because of the fever didnt let you think well.

Chuuya finally come back to the room, with pills and a glass of water, he sat next to you, smiling softly.

He gave you the pill, looking as you put the pill in your mouth, and put the water next to you- drink- he said, pressing it against your mouth- I can drink from a glass myself- you complained, at what Chuuya smiled softly- I know, but I want to do it myself, come on, drink- he repeated.

You drank the water, and swallowed the pill, to then rest in the pillow, complaning- it hurts so much, I'm actually going to die- you cried, at what Chuuya rolled his eyes- dont be dramatic...- he mumbled.

Some hours passed, Chuuya lied with you the whole time, even if you told him he was was going to get sick, Chuuya just laughed and said that he would gladly get sick to not leave you alone.

He leaved to make you some soup, so you would eat something, he insisted in spoon feeding you, and after some complaning, you accepted.

As he fed you, he also carresed you, smiling softly and mumbling sweet nothings, you felt sligthly better, the pill had made the pain subside, but you still had no energy- you're so sweaty... do you want me to bath you after you finish eating?-he asked softly- Chuuya... I dont need need you to do everything for me... - you said, at what Chuuys smiled- maybe I dont have to, but I want to, your the one who's always taking care for me when I come home lste and hurt from missions, I want to do this for you, once at least- he said, and you couldnt help but smile and blush, he was being so sweet...

You accepted and kept eating the soup he gave you, and then snuggled with hkm, wanting to get closer to him and feel his warmth, even if the least thing you needed was to get hotter.

Chuuya picked you up, using his ability to make sure you wont fall, and helped you undress to get into the bath, thr water felt really good against your body, and Chuuya's hand gently massaging your shoulders felt even better, you cleaned your body yourself, as his fingerd gently strokes your scalp, cleaning it with shampoo.

You were smiling, it all felt so comfortable, the moment was so intimate and cleaning the sweat off make you feel a lot better too- Chuuya...- you muttered, and he answered with a soft "hm?", inviting you to talk- I love you- you said, you both had said it a million at times, but it still felt special, as the first time you said it.

It didnt even matter if next dat Chuuya woke up sick next yo you, you were still happy.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This is really bad, and it also has not proofread, but I hope someone enjoys it anyway

[madangel19]

Ghostober Day 10: Hands

Pairing: Aurora/Swiss/Mountain

Summary: Swiss and Mountain fight for little Aurora's attention until she decides to spend time with and take care of them both

Contains: Hand fetish, foreplay, handjobs, cum eating, Aurora sandwich, size kink, spooning, ghoul grooming, threeway sex

Kinktober list by @kroas-adtam and you guys can also read this on Ao3!

Word Count: 1006

A soft blissful sigh escaped Aurora’s lips as she sat on the bed. Swiss was between her legs, his large hands gripping her thighs as he spread her open and kissed along the delicate flesh within. Mountain was by her side, kissing along her neck while massaging her perky little tits with delicate but strong fingers. The two ghouls had been fighting for her attention for days now and when she told them they could have her both, they gladly accepted the offer. 

“Such a pretty little thing. All ours tonight,” Mountain murmured in her ear, getting a giggle from her as he playfully nibbled on her ear. 

“I’m yours,” Aurora moaned, shivering when Swiss lightly prodded at her already slick entrance. 

“So perfect,” Swiss purred, gazing up at her hungrily.

Aurora smiled down at him, reaching down to caress his cheek. The ghoul purred loudly, leaning into her touch like a giant cat. 

“Such pretty little hands,” he said, kissing her palm before his eyes widened as he looked from her and then to Mountain. The earth ghoul cocked his head in confusion as Swiss inched away from Aurora and stood up. There was a mischievous glow in his purple eyes. He was plotting something devious. Aurora was sure of it.

“Those pretty little hands would look real nice around both our cocks,” the multi ghoul said, chuckling darkly.

“That does sound nice. What do you think, Rory?” Mountain asked, standing and looking down at Aurora with that eager look in his dark jade eyes that she adored. 

Aurora looked at them both, her eyes wide with surprise before she smirked and got on her knees before them. She had jerked them off plenty of times before, but never at the same time. This was going to be fun.

“I like that idea, but I want you both to fuck me at the same time when I’m done,” she said.

They both lit up upon hearing the news. Swiss was already unzipping his pants and freeing his cock while Mountain knelt before her and took her hands in his own. He kissed them, rubbing his calloused thumb over her palm.

“Thank you, Rory. We’ll take good care of you after this,” he cooed, pecking her on the cheek before standing and unzipping his pants. 

Swiss was before her, his cock already erect and slick with pre-cum. Aurora smiled at him sweetly before taking it in her right hand and slowly jerking him off. The multi ghoul hissed softly in pleasure as he slowly thrusted into her hand. 

Mountain soon joined them, his massive cock twitching slightly. Aurora eagerly took it in her left hand, barely able to wrap her fingers around them. 

“Fuck, look how small her little hands are, Mount,” Swiss moaned, clamping a hand on Mountain’s shoulder to steady himself. 

“They’re perfect. She’s perfect,” Mountain groaned, his head rolling back. Pink and white flower buds popped up in his long hair before unfurling and filling the air with their sweet scent. 

Aurora giggled and continued jerking them off. Seconds passed and she leaned in and kissed the tip of Swiss’s cock before doing the same with Mountain. Both of them let out beautiful low moans. 

“Such a nice little mouth too. I wanna fuck it, Rory,” Swiss murmured. 

“You will, lovely. Be patient,” Aurora cooed, picking up the pace. She locked eyes with Mountain, winking at him playfully and making him blush and more flowers sprouted in his hair. She would let him have his time fucking her mouth later.

“So good,” Mountain moaned, thrusting into her hand at a quicker pace. Swiss did the same, grunting louder.

“Gonna cum,” the multi ghoul moaned, gripping his cock and jerking himself off along with Aurora. She pulled her hands away from them as they both jerked themselves off, moaning and tongues hanging loose. 

Aurora giggled, opening her mouth and cupping her hands, eager to get bathed in their hot sticky loads. Mountain came first and then Swiss, both of them shooting their hot cum on her face, chest, and hands. Aurora closed one eye, smiling up at them sweetly before licking her warm lips. 

“Sweet Lucifer. Look at her now, Mount,” Swiss groaned, his face flushed and sweaty as he knelt before her and rested his head in her lap. 

“Such a good girl for us,” Mountain cooed, laying on the bed next to Aurora. He plucked a pink rose from his hair and put it in her hair, purring softly before taking her hand in his and kissing it. 

“Your hands are even prettier like this,” Swiss said, kissing her other hand before sucking the cum off of her fingers. Aurora felt pride swelling up in her along with arousal as the multi ghoul used his tongue on her fingers. Mountain soon did the same, sensually licking his cum off of her fingers while gazing at her lovingly. 

“You two are so sweet,” Aurora chimed.

Once Swiss was done, he sat on her other side and nuzzled her cheek before licking it. Both of them groomed her, purring away while their large hands explored her body. Mountain spread her thighs, prodding at her cunt slowly. Swiss caressed her breasts before pinching her nipples and getting a soft moan from her.

“Tell us what you want, Rory,” Mountain said.

Aurora wrapped her tail around Mountain’s waist, bringing him closer, and she wrapped an arm around Swiss’s middle, tickling his soft belly while bringing him close as well. She wanted so much, but what she wanted most was to be absolutely sandwiched in between the large ghouls as they fucked her.  

“I want to be fucked silly between you. Right now,” she said, laying down and taking them both with her. Mountain held her in his arms while Swiss spooned her from behind, his wet cocked pressed against her ass. The ghouls looked at each other before they both smiled, holding her tightly until she couldn’t move. She was completely at their mercy now.

“Deal.”

[verystrxxwberry]

Since we have Nevra, Ezarel, Valkyon and Leiftan "as your boyfriend" how about Lance next? I know you don't like him much but I love your writing!!

ELDARYA; Lance as your boyfriend

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Even more headcanons of Lance as your boyfriend! fluff, sfw, ANE. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It’s alright, I must confess I kinda like him because he is hot and that but I find it difficult to write about him. I hope you enjoy it though!

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Long story short, he is very attentive with you.

He views you as one of his biggest priorities the moment he is aware that he has fallen for you. He puts your needs before his own, but Lance fears to be tiring for you and keeps his distance as much as he can, yet he will always keep an eye on you to check that you are doing good. Whenever he has the occasion he will ask if you are alright, no matter the context. 

He doesn’t show too much affection in public other than checking on you. 

But in private you will definitely see that he is touch starved. He craves your touch and doesn’t make a big effort to hide it. The moment you put your hands on his hair, he’s going to lean against you and wrap his arms around you. More than once he napped as you gave him gentle caresses because it makes him forget about all the stress from work. You are his comfort and favorite person.

I’ve said this before in a previous post but… Lance is a gentleman, he is always going to be respectful with your decisions and your preferences. He has a great memory and remembers every single detail about you. You are feeling bad? He will make you a tea if you enjoy it, or he will wrap you around a few blankets and cuddle with you, or he will give you your space if that’s what you need. It's your birthday? He will make sure your bday party is done at your expectations.

Mathieu is your adopted child the moment you become Lance’s partner. He is the biggest supporter of you two and has helped Lance several times to organize dates. Mathieu is the evil voice in Lance’s head which cheers him up to buy you useless but cute stuff in the market just to make you happy. 

So more than once he would come back home and give you a tiny detail from his meeting with Mathieu.

I mentioned before that he adores taking naps when you caress him, and he will give that affection back, that’s for sure. He’d let you rest over him, he adores to feel you completely on top of him as he holds you close to him. Lance would massage those spots that relax you to help you fall asleep in his arms. 

Thanks to you he learnt the meaning of genuine love, of how to accept love and to love back.

His smell is more sensitive due to his dragon instincts, allowing him to know when you are close due to your scent. He is in love with your scent and how it intensifies whenever you are with him or you are feeling certain stuff, it is also a great way for him to know how your health is, to know if you are close to getting sick or if you are fine. 

I won’t lie, he gets pretty possessive by his natural instinct and likes to smell the mix of his scent with yours, making sure for him that he belongs to you as much as you belong to him. He’d bury his face in your neck to memorize your smell as if it was the first time. He’d compliment you about how good you smell rather than your looks, but he also compliments your looks gladly.

You are his favorite view. More than once he found himself staring at you with a loving smile on his face. And when you are talking to him he doesn’t even hide the fact that he is staring at your beautiful eyes, getting distracted by your features instead of listening to you.

But don’t worry, even if he gets distracted by your beauty he is willing to listen to your ranting all the times you need. He doesn’t immediately answer, he is rather taking his time to understand you and enjoy your voice.

He is the type of guy who in case he initiates physical contact in public it’s due to ‘practical’ reasons. He’d tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as it ‘might bother your eyes’, he’d fix your clothes subtly and allow himself to rest his hand on your hip, he’d hold you firmly by the waist when the area is crowded to not lose you… 

There is no way he is allowing yourself to feel insecure about yourself. The moment he realizes you are looking at yourself in the mirror with such a worried expression, he’d start acting. He’d wrap his arms around your waist and kiss the crook of your neck “It’s normal that you stare at yourself. I would also do that for years seeing how stunning you are.”

He means every single word he says.

And do not worry because his actions do compliment the honesty of his words.

Kiss the scar on his face and he is gonna get all soft and happy.

He gives you goodbye kisses on the tip of your nose.

Good morning and night kisses on your forehead!

Lance is very good at kissing no matter if he seems nervous at first. But once he starts, he has no end. His kisses are slow and extremely romantic, and more than once he had left your legs trembling from how breathtaking his kisses can be. He holds you firmly all the time, as he had the big fear of you disappearing right after kissing him.

I believe he is aware of how his hand placement affects and he is capable of making you feel those butterflies when he casually touches right exactly where he knows he can make you flustered or at least nervous.

He is giving you his jackets and coats whenever you are feeling cold. His body is already cold so he can stand low temperatures longer.

He is completely devoted and loyal to you.

Even if he doesn’t share his thoughts with you, he has already planned how he will propose to you to marry him and he has a whole idea of how he wants his future to be with you. 

He is truly patient with you and won’t ever doubt to explain you stuff or facts about dragons or any subject he knows about. Lance likes to see your curious side and feed you with knowledge. 

For him, love is a way to grow as a person. With you, he could reach to finally forgive and love himself. He is happy and feels at peace with you.

That doesn’t change the fact that at the beginning of the relationship he felt guilty for being the one your heart chose. Was it a good decision for you? He didn’t trust himself, why would you? You were truly a wonderful mystery for him, and he was scared to take a step on his life such as allowing someone to love him like that.

It took him time to accept your love for him, but he liked the feeling of someone caring for him, someone bringing the emotional support and happiness he needed for so long.

You will get the privilege to ride on a dragon and that’s honestly the coolest thing of dating him.

✰; remember to reblog and like to support my content, I hope you enjoyed it!

[raspberriesandadventures]

Can I request LaSquadra with a member that is really good at giving massages and offers to give them one? Whether it be hand, back, or a full body massage.

Hey! Sorry this one took some time to get out but I hope you enjoy it!

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Risotto:

Risotto holds more tension in his shoulders than anybody else in his group of assassins. His muscles are tight here, wound up and sore from too much stress.

If you offer a massage while he’s working, he won’t complain in the slightest even though he already knows he’ll be distracted.

His eyes will slip closed as you work the heavy responsibility from his arms; his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. He’s not sleeping, merely appreciating.

He won’t ask for massages, not wanting to ever badger you about something he feels is a gift more than a requirement, but he’s incredibly grateful when you offer.

Risotto will return the favour when you least expect it and he’s shockingly good at using his stand to get to the deepest parts of the muscle.

Formaggio:

Formaggio doesn’t appear to have much stress when you first run your hands over his shoulders, but he keeps most of his worry in his chest where it can’t be noticed.

He will immediately accept any offer of massages from you, dragging your hands onto his chest with a teasing comment and a flirtatious laugh.

He doesn’t bother to keep his hums of pleasure to himself and will constantly compliment you throughout the massage.

You’ll become his go to after every mission when he needs the small comforts that your affection provides. The fact that it comes with a relaxing chest rub is a benefit.

When you’re half-asleep on his chest is when Formaggio will offer a soothing massage to your shoulders with techniques he’s learned from you.

Illuso:

Illuso stores a great deal of muscle tension in his hips and pelvic floor which is quite hard to notice at first. When you mention it, expect teasing about how you noticed.

He’ll joke around a little when you offer a massage but your offer is binding and he will request it’s fulfilled immediately. No matter where you are.

Snarky comments will disappear as he relaxes beneath your skilled touch, hums of contentment sneaking out despite his best attempts to stifle them.

You’ve now become his personal masseuse and he’s going to make sure you know exactly when he’s in need of your touch.

Illuso won’t be the best at returning the favour through massages but he’ll be very happy to pay you back in other ways once you’ve finished.

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto doesn’t get as physically tense as the others do but he’s incredibly prone to tension headaches that he tries to ignore. It never works.

When you offer a massage, he’ll brush it off as unnecessary, although he won’t protest if you offer a second time. He doesn’t believe it’ll truly help for a while.

You’ll have to listen very closely to hear the soft sigh he makes when you manage to work a particularly tight knot from his muscles but it’s there.

He’s far too proud to ask you for a massage directly but he’s going to loudly make statements about his headaches in hope of prompting you into one.

It’ll take Prosciutto some time to work up to giving you a massage in return and when he does, it isn’t particularly good but he tries his hardest and that shows.

Pesci:

Pesci doesn’t suffer as much with tight muscles as the others because his stress tends to settle in his stomach instead, making him feel nauseous and ill.

If you offer a massage to help elevate the tension though, he’ll be beyond excited and gladly accept your offer with a faint blush and mild stammering.

He’ll murmur small thanks and words of appreciation throughout the massage and will give you fluttering kisses whenever he has the chance to.

He’ll certainly ask you for a massage when he gets a little tense, especially if it really helps him relax before jobs that would otherwise make him sick.

Pesci is nervous about offering you a massage in return but his gentle hands make him really brilliant at it.

Melone:

Melone gets very tense arms and hands mostly due to the work he does involving excessive use of his stand. You can easily suspect carpal tunnel in his wrists.

He’ll brush you off if you ask but you can take his arm and gently pull it to you to offer a massage while he’s working, one he won’t back away from.

He doesn’t give too many verbal clues that he’s enjoying your attention but his head will lull to the side and his eyes may flutter every once in a while.

He’s not likely to ask you for a massage in the future (mostly because they don’t often cross his mind) but he’ll gladly accept any offer.

Melone will return the favour to you unexpectedly, sweeping your arm across to his own and running his fingers along it as if tickling. He’s sweet with it, if not talented.

Ghiaccio:

Ghiaccio holds most of his stress in his lower back and he complains about this often. You can feel how tense these muscles are just by resting your palms there.

He won’t say no to a massage but he’s going to take a bit to settle down; he moves around too much for the process to go by smoothly.

You know it’s working when he goes quiet, words fading into nothing, and his eyes drift closed. He’s likely to fall asleep unless you change what you’re doing.

He’s not going to ask when he needs a massage and he’ll probably protest every single time you offer. He does want them; he just won’t admit to that.

Ghiaccio will demand he’s able to give you a massage in turn though you’ll definitely need to offer some advice to make him less rough.

Sorbet:

Sorbet sleeps away his stress when it gets overwhelming but it builds up in his neck and jaw more than anywhere else, making him feel constantly uncomfortable.

He’ll never reject the offer for a massage, it’s something he’s always wanted to indulge in but rarely had the time or trust in anybody beside Gelato.

He sighs deeply whenever you find a tender spot and leans his head toward you in a show of true trust. You can expect a soft kiss occasionally when you least expect it.

If you show yourself to be willing, he will quietly request a massage whenever the weight of his job gets a bit too heavy.

He’ll return the favour with gentle touches and smooth kisses as he acknowledges his lack of skill in finding the knots deep within your muscles.

Gelato:

Gelato is wound up like a spring almost all of the time; his every muscle is tight enough to make you wince in sympathy for him.

Getting him to sit down long enough to help relax his muscles in any significant way is difficult but even if you don’t manage it, he’ll appreciate the attempts.

He makes happy sounds when you offer him a massage, ones so cute that they’ll make your cheeks hurt from affectionately grinning at him.

If he feels particularly tense, he’ll definitely ask you in sweetened words if you would mind helping him out. He won’t expect it but it will make him extremely happy.

Gelato is surprisingly good at giving massages but they’ll have to happen in short bursts so he doesn’t get too distracted or bored.

[zoeykallus]

Hi Zoey,

Thank you so much for your head cannons.☺️ Our Queen of Head cannons! Anyway today has been kinda a bad day for me; and since your stories have always cheered me up. Some backstory so you can understand what I’m asking: when I have bad days I have a hard time forcing myself to eat. Would you be willing to write a hc about it. That would be wonderful if you would. Gn character with bad batch and anyone else you would like to write with it.😇🤗 Thank you! Even you don’t write it that’s ok.

Aloha! First off, I have to apologize for taking so long. This request dates back to February 😨

Apart from requests piling up, the time between January and April was hard on me. Sorry! Enough with the excuses, let's get to work...

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Take Better Care Of Yourself

Warnings: Suggested Eating Disorder

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Hunter

As patient as he can be, he doesn't like it when you neglect yourself. Especially when he perceives it repeatedly, he intervenes. "I know you're not feeling very well right now, but you need to keep up your strength". You can argue or whine back and forth all you want, you see Hunter standing in front of you, arms crossed in front of his chest, brows drawn together critically. He won't listen to any excuses. He doesn't want to grumble, and he knows you're not really doing it on purpose, but from his life with his brothers, he only knows the path of severity in situations like this. "Eat at least half, I don't want you to pass out on us here," he finally growls, also making sure you do just that. He takes you aside later, massages your shoulders and talks to you gently, trying to relax you and bring you to other thoughts, hoping that he can drive away the gloomy thoughts and maybe stimulate your appetite again. He will leave no stone unturned to help you.

Echo

He can't take a joke when it comes to food, especially since he puts so much effort into preparing it. And Echo is a fantastic cook. When Wrecker is already reaching for your portion because you're not eating again, Echo slaps him on the wrist. "'Stop that! That's not your plate." "But-" Echo's critical, stern look makes the giant fall silent, pouting. You can't help but feel guilty, Echo has a knack for just looking at you and making you feel guilty about food or generally how well you take care of yourself. However, Echo also knows that he can't force you to do anything and might even make things worse. Instead, he'll prepare a picnic basket filled with all sorts of things you like best and arrange to whisk you away to one of your favorite places together at the earliest opportunity, hoping to stimulate an appetite there. He'll also take you up on that food problem. "How can I help you? What can I do to make you feel better, love?"

Wrecker

At first, he doesn't think much of it. There are rare moments when he loses his appetite, but he has already experienced with his brothers that this can happen. He gladly accepts the extra portion you offer him. But he notices that this pattern repeats itself, and he starts to worry. "You can have my portion too." Wrecker frowns, you see his expression suddenly look worried. "Again? Aren't you hungry?" "Not really," you admit. Wrecker seeks advice from his brothers before discussing the problem with you. He tries everything possible to stimulate your appetite. He gets your favorite snacks, creates a special ambiance, takes you hiking to make you hungry, gives you relaxing massages. Wrecker has no shortage of ideas. Wrecker wants you to be healthy and happy, he makes it his mission to make sure you have everything you need. In this, he is very persistent and lovingly determined.

Tech

The first few times, Tech doesn't say anything, but he notices and makes mental notes. In fact, he keeps a sort of mental log of all your mannerisms and things you do, among other reasons, to better understand you. Finally, you do it again, leave the food, and Tech looks up from his datapad. "You have an eating disorder." Surprised, you look at him. "What?" "Your strange behavior, regarding your food intake, indicates that you have an eating disorder. To be honest, that worries me greatly," he says matter-of-factly, pushing his goggles with his index finger and examining your body with his gaze. He explains to you in gruesome detail how this can affect your health, what diseases and disabilities can be triggered by the lack of certain essential nutrients over time, how they show up, the symptoms, and the less-than-pleasant end results. Tech doesn't hold back on this, even though he sees you squirming. He thinks it's extremely important that you're aware of any consequences. "Perhaps we should consider therapeutic measures before it gets to a point where we may be left with invasive, medical options. Force-feeding, is probably extremely uncomfortable." He may seem very matter of fact and maybe even cruel, but Tech is worried, he is approaching this in such a logical, almost clinical way because that is his way, that doesn't change the fact that underneath the matter of fact facade sits an anxious Tech who is in agony out of fear of seeing you suffer or even losing you. Communicate with him, tell him what is bothering you, what exactly is preventing you from eating. Give him the opportunity to work with you to find a way to address this problem.

Crosshair

He is very attentive and notices your eating behavior immediately. "You're not one of those who stuff themselves with food when no one's looking and then puke it back out, are you?" You look at him in surprise. "What?" Sourly, he says, "I swear, if I catch you doing that then-" Crosshair interrupts himself, he doesn't really know what to threaten you with himself, basically he's just worried and can't really handle it. He's going to ask his brothers and get information elsewhere to find out what he can do. Crosshair wants you to be well, even though it may not seem that way at first. He is not angry at you, but at the helplessness he is pushed into in this situation. It will take a while, but he is adjusting and doing his best to accommodate you helpfully. He will leave no means untouched, whether they are interpersonal, therapeutic, or otherwise medical.

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hii!! i hope ur having a nice day !! <3 i wanted to request nagi, rin, and bachira comforting a reader that suffers from headaches (feel free to decline and thank u sm for ur time !!)

hi anon! my day has been good!! i hope urs has too <3 i hope u enjoy these drabbles 🫶

characters: nagi, rin, bachira

nagi

the first time nagi dropped by at your house and saw you sitting curled up in the dark and whining, you definitely threw him for a loop. now that you guys had moved in together he got used to the sight. and though he’s seen it a lot, he can still be pretty clueless on what to do.

he bought you guys a lavender scented wallflower, even though he mostly got it to sleep easier, and it definitely helps with your headaches. he’s gotten used to getting you pills to tone down the pain as well. that’s about all he knows, though. he always pulls you into bed to cuddle when you’re like this and always has the lights off with no noise, except for maybe a fan, in the background.

“here you go,” he mutters while handing you the pills he had gotten for you. you gladly accept them and the water he brought along as well. while you swallowed them down he got comfortable in bed, pulling you into his chest.

if you pull his hand to your head he will give you a scalp massage, something he’s actually really good at doing. he always plants a kiss on your head while doing so, whispering a small “i love you” with it.

rin

once rin found out about your horrible headaches he did his research on how to avoid them. so, it’s safe to say you rarely get them now. especially due to a small diet he started giving you. small as in he started adding fruits and nuts to your meals. though, you would still get them from time-to-time, but he was always prepared.

once you texted him about your pain he immediately started prepping your home for when you arrive. he makes sure the lights are dimmed, he sprays a lavender scent he had bought, he gets the advil out, and prepares your bed to be extra comfy. he even sets out your pajamas, knowing you’ll want to stay in bed the whole night. once he hears the front door open he is immediately rushing to you to take your bag and jacket off so you don’t have to worry about it.

“the bed is ready with some clothes for you to change into,” he mumbles lowly, cupping your cheek with his hand and giving a sweet kiss to your other. he’s about to walk off until you pull at his sleeve, beckoning him to look back at you.

“will you cuddle with me too?” his face tints at your innocent question, eyes falling to the side to avoid yours. he mutters back a small affirmation before quickly placing a kiss on your forehead, too embarrassed to stay any longer.

he rubs your back when you cuddle too 🫶

bachira

“y/n! you’re home! i’ve been—,” your boyfriend, who had been running up to you full sprint, had stopped in his tracks and sentence once seeing your gloomy face. your frown and wince told him everything he needed to know, “it’s one of those days again?” the way he asked made your heart melt, it was the way he seemed to sad for you. you gave a meek nod, switching to your house shoes to continue on.

you heard his breath catch in his throat before he ran back throughout your shared apartment, this time making sure he wasn’t making too much noise with his stomps. confused, you still continued to follow him at a much slower pace. he was dimming all of the lights so they wouldn’t worsen your headache. he quickly returned to you with pills in hand and gently pushing you to the couch.

is so so prominent on giving a feather light kiss to each temple of yours, saying that it’ll help relieve the headache. if you’re not against the idea he will also play with your hair while cuddling. he could also hum a light tune, whatever you agree with. he just wants to help you the bachira way.

unedited thanks for reading!