#in general if she was in a good mood she'd stop what she was doing and have fun prankin

[blujayonthewing]

melliwyk lived in her house for over a decade, and it was The Haunted House before she moved in and lived there as a largely reclusive wizard, making it The Haunted House (they say a witch lives there!), and one of the most fun routine-breakers in her life was when kids and teens would brave the trek through the woods to dare each other to knock on her door, which she always rewarded with Haunted House theatrics

[kiwi-on-ice]

Public sex headcannons with Ashe, Sombra, Kiriko, Widowmaker and Venture with fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut 18+, public sex obvs, dom/sub dynamics hinted at in some, marking, fingering, strap ons, slight degradation in widowmaker's

Notes: I am a whore <3, also first time writing for venture, sorry to put them with the girls I just didn't want to do a whole new post for such small headcannons.

Ashe:

Sees public sex as a way of marking ownership of you, of showing everyone else that you're hers.

Property of the deadlock gang.

Will use it if you’ve been teasing her or generally being a brat, whisking you away to a secluded area or a storage closet and having her way with you.

Honestly loves the idea of getting caught, showing whoever that you’re her doll to use and worship whenever she wants. If someone does happen to walk in, she won't stop what she's doing and in fact will stare daggers at the unfortunate soul until they scramble to leave.

Don't worry, they won't breathe a word of this to anyone...if they know what's good for them

She’ll invite you to sit on her lap, whether in a gang meeting or in general, and not tell you that she’s wearing your favourite strap. With her hands on your hips, she’ll suitably rock you into it, making you wet as she only smirks and pretends to not know what she’s doing.

If you get so worked up and beg her nicely, she’ll take you to somewhere more private and rail you with her hand over your mouth to stop you screaming. Or if she’s feeling particularly mean, she’ll do everything in her power to make you moan while telling you that if you make a sound everyone will hear you.

Any time she feels like too many eyes are looking at you, she’ll shamelessly bite your neck and leave a mark.

She doesn't care, after all it's not like anyone has the power to stop her. So just stand there looking pretty on her arm as she fondles your pussy under your skirt, okay?

Sombra:

Oh she LOVES it.

Mainly loves sexting in public. She’ll send risky pictures when she knows you’re visiting friends or doing something important. If she really wants a reaction, she’ll send a recording of you from one of the times you were intimate.

If wherever you are has security cameras, she’ll hack into them so she can watch your reactions. If she’s feeling in a certain mood, she’ll tell you to do certain things and watch on the cameras to see if you comply.

Other than that, i feel like she’s into parties and the club scene. So expect some more risky dances together, especially if she’s had a bit to drink. Grinding against you, feeling you up, maybe even kissing your neck to show everyone how pretty you are when your skin flushes and your body trembles.

Loves to take you to the bathroom to bend you over the sink and finger you while the music blasts from the next room. She’ll tease you about how needy you are for her all the time (even though she’s the one who dragged you in there, but don’t tell her that unless you want to be forced on your knees with your face in her cunt to shut you up).

Don't be surprised if she films you there too. Don't worry, your pictures are certainly safe in the hands of the best hacker in the world. They're for her eyes only, and that's how they'll stay.

Kiriko:

She's way into teasing in public. Loves to have her hand on your waist, gently running it down before going back up, each time going lower and lower until she's practically feeling up your ass.

If you're wearing a skirt, she'll love to squeeze and grope at your thigh while you sit together.

She'll wait until your distracted or talking to someone before running it up your skirt, just skimming the fabric of your underwear to make you stutter or blush.

And in true switch fashion, she'd love it if you did the same to her. Her cheeks would burn as she'd giggle, her thighs not being able to decide whether to open up to let you touch her more or close them tight in embarrassment.

She's not so into public sex in bathrooms, but if you suggest doing it in a car? Oh she's all over you.

The closeness, the car windows fogging up...it's so exhilarating to her. If she's in a certain mood she may even make you touch yourself while she drives, directing what to do.

Or, to tease you if you're driving she'll touch herself lewdly in the hope you'll pull over and replace her fingers with your own.

Either way, you'll be on the side of the road somewhere as her head is buried between your legs.

Widowmaker:

Amélie is all about the hunt.

She'll have you try and get away from her, running down back alleys until she chases and gets you. To really make you feel like prey, she might fire her gun (ensuring it doesn't hit you of course) just to make you run that bit faster, to have your heart beating heavily.

This will lead to her taking you against the wall of some alleyway you thought you'd escape from, her hand over your mouth as her fingers thrust deep inside you.

She's big into fear play, so she'll hiss into your ear about how slutty you are to let her do this in public, and how anyone could hear or see you being taken against a brick wall.

However after you've been with her for a while, and she's able to unlock her emotions more readily, she'll love to tease you in public a different way.

Leaning in to your ear, whispering the dirty things she wants to do with you when you're home, gently tracing her nails up your arm to make you shiver.

Getting in an elevator and peppering kisses up your neck before the doors open again. Holding your hand and leading you to your room before not being able to make it to the bed before her tongue is in your mouth.

Give her the same energy back, make her feel desired and loved, and she'll be completely yours.

Venture:

Whether or not they're on an archaeological dig or not, they love camping...and they'll always suggest to share the same tent, or even the same sleeping bag...i'm sure you can see where this is going.

Strong arms holding you tightly in place against them as their fingers strum your clit expertly, not allowing you to squirm, just take it.

Would love to stick the fingers of their other hand in your mouth, giving you something to suck on to dull your noises. Don't want other campers to hear you, do you?

Similar to Kiriko, they'll also love, when you both are out together, to grope at your thighs, especially if you're wearing shorts or a skirt. They're a thigh person.

Will also smack your inner thigh to watch you jump, and laugh when you get flustered. They'll pay extra attention to any marks they'd left earlier on your thighs (trust me, you'll have marks), pinching them or just running their thumb over the bruises/bitemarks as you both talk.

However they also love being teased, particularly when they ramble. So get them in a museum, have them talking to you about a specific neolithic skeleton they're interested in before gently pulling their hair when nobody is looking. The stutter and hitch of their breath will be a sight to see.

And may or may not lead to them begging softly in your ear to let them take care of you, wherever is quiet and secluded enough.

[poorly-written-fiction]

a little bit too much - logan howlett x fem!reader

A/N: i saw @journal3sposts post about logan with his young, tipsy, hypersexual little girlfriend who can't keep her hands to herself in the car. the post spoke to me on a very deep, emotional level. so i threw this fic together. it doesn't actually end in smut, i do have some minor discomfort writing dubious consent content, mostly because i don't want to make anyone else uncomfortable. but if this is received well and i don't get bricks theown at me i will write something properly spicy. this is also the first piece of writing i'm posting publicly in 10 years so please have some patience with me. also despite being 22 years old and being a casual alcohol drinker, i do not drink at bars, so my idea of going to bars is based solely on the experiences of others + what i've seen in movies and tv shows. apologies, i'm sorry i'm lame.

tags: not quite smut, but very suggestive (18+, MDNI), alcohol consumption (reader is 21+), age gap (legal, but let's be honest, every relationship with logan is an age gap relationship) fem!reader (no specific descriptions of appearance), reader is handsy, logan is a little more responsible, some spelling/grammar errors probably i'm too tired to check

Logan loved taking Y/N to bars. She was fun without alcohol, but after a few drinks she was truly a sight. Logan would joke that she kept him young with her shenanigans. She would drink and dance, and flirt - oh good lord, she would flirt. She would run her hands up and down his arms, run her fingers through his hair, any excuse she had to touch Logan, she'd take it. She'd take a shot, then kiss him immediately after - or kiss him right after he took a drink of his own drink. Usually it was beer, but he occasionally got whiskey when he was in the mood for it.

One particular night, Logan and Y/N were at a bar playing a game at one of the billiards tables. It wasn't a grimy place, but definitely not one of the nicest places either of them had gone to. It was comfortable enough - the music didn't play too loud and the drinks were good, and strong. Logan sipped a glass of whiskey, while Y/N tried whatever the bartender had suggested when she asked for a recommendation. That was another thing Logan liked about her, she would try almost anything at least once. After a drink of her own, a celebratory shot for winning the game, and a few sips she had snuck from Logan's glass, she was well on her way to stumbling a little more when she walked. She clung to Logan like a crutch, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close to him so she wouldn't fall or wander too far. Y/N grabbed Logan by the collar of his flannel shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. A long, hard, meaningful kiss. There was never any doubts that they loved each other, but they don't call alcohol "liquid truth" for nothing.

"We better get you home, darlin'." Logan paid the tab and scooped up Y/N, carrying her bridal style to the old truck. "Can you grab the door for me, princess?" Y/N pulled the handle, and Logan got her settled inside, pressing a kiss to her temple when he buckled her seatbelt. When he made sure she was secure, he shut the door and made his way over the driver's side. He hopped in, turned the key, and started back for home.

The ride back was comfortably quiet. Not a lot of conversation, just the sounds of the road and some generic country song played inaudibly on the radio. Logan drove with one of his hands on Y/N's thigh, occasionally rubbing it with his thumb and smiling at her. She'd smile back, her head still feeling fuzzy from the outing, but she was in good hands, and she was happy. It didn't take long before they were stopped at a red light that held for just a little bit longer than some of the others, and Y/N slid one of her hands over Logan's chest.

He smiled, shaking his head, "What are you doing there, baby?"

Y/N just smiled back, mumbling something along the lines of, "I'm just feeling you. You're so handsome."

Logan smiled before leaning over and kissed his lover, her breath still smelling faintly of alcohol. It wasn't off-putting, just a subtle reminder that she wasn't completely sober. Y/N couldn't contain herself, moaning quietly into the kiss and running her hands down to his belt, fumbling with it. Logan put one of his hands over hers, moving them away gently.

"Babygirl, we can't do that right now," Logan pressed his forehead against hers, smiling apologetically. He couldn't deny that he didn't like the contact or the way Y/N would practically throw herself at him. But, he didn't want to take advantage - or feel like he was taking advantage - especially because she was so much younger than he was. Almost everyone Logan knew was younger than him, but Y/N almost made it too obvious that there was a significant age difference between the two. He didn't mind it too much, obviously because they had been dating for a while, but his moral compass still steered him away from fucking her while she was this intoxicated.

Y/N pouted, moving her hands back up to his chest, "What about when we get home? I want you so badly, Lo..."

He kissed her forehead, and rubbed her thigh gently, not with intention of teasing her, but instead as a way to soothe her. "You're not sober enough, darlin'. It wouldn't be right. If you feel up for it in the morning, we can try again."

"But it's okay, I love you, it would be okay." Y/N's head was just spinning with the idea of Logan touching her. He shook his head, gave her soft thigh a light squeeze, and the light turned green. Logan pressed on the gas, and continued his drive home.

"If you feel up for it in the morning, I'd be more than happy to give you what you want. For tonight, we need to get you into bed, doll."

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A/N: thank you for reading, if you did! suggestions, questions, comments and concerns are always appreciated okay bye!

[scoonsalicious]

10.3 Lily

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Lies, Machinations.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: Bucky found the envelope you were sent. And he did not take it well. He went running to Lily.

A/N: I have a job interview this afternoon! Wish me luck (although, by the time this posts, it will be over with already, but, you know, good vibes!)!!

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Lily couldn’t believe her luck. When she had arranged to have that envelope sent to The WarZone, she expected Major to freak out, to be frightened and disturbed, maybe even disgusted, by everything Bucky had done in his past and decide to stop seeing him. 

But for Bucky to think that Major was running background on him without his knowledge, and for him to run out on her? Lily couldn’t have planned it better. And he’d come to Lily for comfort. Everything was going perfectly. She was even willing to eat this disgusting pineapple on her pizza, she was in such a good mood.

Currently, Bucky was sitting on the floor, back leaning against her couch while she massaged his scalp, the television playing some mind numbing comedy in the background.

“I don’t get it, Lil,” he said with a groan. “If she had questions, she could have just asked me. I would have told her anything she wanted to know.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, wishing he would move on to a different topic, any topic, other than that harlot. “I did tell you she was a bitch, Jamie.”

Bucky leaned his head back. “But why would she do it?” he asked her with a sigh. “She made such a big deal about saying I didn’t have to tell her anything until I was ready. So, why would she go digging?”

Lily scratched at his scalp, trying not to let her annoyance come through her ministrations. “She obviously lied to you, Jamie. Apparently, your past mattered more to her than she claimed. I hate to say this,” she said, struck with a jolt of inspiration, “but maybe she’s attracted to that kind of thing. Some people are sick, Jamie and, well, it wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened.”

She eyed him, hoping the memory would hit the way she had intended it to. She had been particularly proud of orchestrating that breakup. Bucky had been devastated, of course– but when he had confided to Lily that he had been planning on asking Jessica, his girlfriend at the time, to move into his room at the Compound with him, she had to take action. What else was Lily supposed to do, honestly?

So, she'd fabricated search histories on Bucky's laptop for all kinds messed up Winter Soldier porn while Bucky was away on a mission; the nastier, the better; and then conveniently "discovered" the history after asking Bucky to borrow his computer. Since Jessica had, "technically," been the only other person, aside from Bucky, with access to the device, convincing him that she had been the one to search for it all hadn't been difficult. Despite Jessica's pleas that she'd done no such thing, it was hard refuting the evidence Lily had manufactured, especially since Bucky was so technologically illiterate and never thought to check for dates and times of the searches, and Jessica had been out of their lives by dinnertime. Lily would be eternally grateful to Rule 34.

“Is this how it’s going to be from now on?” Bucky asked her remorsefully. “Girls are either going to be terrified of the Winter Soldier, or weirdly turned on by him? There’s no in between where they just see 'Bucky'?”

Lily rolled her eyes. Was he always this fucking dramatic? “Jamie, you’ve barely been dating her. Be thankful you found out about her now, before you got in too deep.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “It could have been a lot worse. At least now, you know the truth about her, and you can move on.”

“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” Bucky lamented. “I’m a fucking monster. How can I expect any good woman to fall in love with me, after all the shit I’ve done?” 

“Maybe,” she began, playing with the chain of his dog tags and hoping to get him off his pity train, “the problem is that you’re too caught up with girls who don’t really know you. Maybe you’d be better off with someone you already have a solid foundation with, you know?” Lily gently tugged his tags out from underneath his collar and began running her fingers across the metal, as she’d done hundreds of times before. It always made her feel connected to him, grounded.

Except, this time, they felt… wrong, somehow. The metal engraving where his name should be felt foreign, not the embossing she was so intimately familiar with. She felt her stomach plummet. 

“What’s with your tags?” she asked, not even giving him an opportunity to respond to her previous statement. “They don’t feel right.”

Bucky pulled away from her, reaching up to gently take the tags from between her fingers into his own. 

“These are Major’s,” he said softly as he ran his thumb across the engraving, looking at the tags almost longingly. 

“Why–” Lily fought for composure, “why do you have her tags?” she asked him. “Where are yours?”

“We traded,” Bucky confessed to her. “Fuck, now I’m going to have to figure out how to get mine back.”

“You gave her your tags.” Lily did her best to cover her disgust and disbelief by making it a statement, not a question. In all their years of friendship, she’d never, not once, known him to ever take those tags off, let alone allow someone else to wear them– and lord knows she’d tried to get him to let her. Bucky nodded.

“You just let some random slut wear your tags, Jamie?” There was no hiding the distress in her voice now as she stood up from the couch, the action so abrupt that it knocked Bucky forward on the floor. 

“You barely know her! That’s so… so… ugh, that’s so gross!” 

“Why are you so upset about it?” he asked her, standing up and looking at her with a curious expression. “They’re my tags, but you’re freaking out about them worse than I am.” 

Shit. Cover, cover, cover.

“Well,” Lily hemmed, “because, obviously, she’s awful. I mean, she did all that shady recon on you. I gotta say, I think you should probably be thankful for whoever sent her that envelope. They did you a favor in showing you her true self, right?”

Bucky froze, his expression staring off into the middle distance as if he’d just realized something of vital importance. “Shit,” he whispered.

“What?”

He made a beeline for the kitchen, picking up his discarded leather jacket and shrugging it back on. “I fucked up, Lil. I fucked up, big time.”

“Where are you going?” she asked as he made his way back toward the front door, and she could hear the desperation in her own voice. “Jamie, we’re having such a good night.”

Bucky paused to turn to her, his hand on the doorknob. “She was upset when she got that envelope, Lil. I was so taken by surprise when I saw the contents of it, I completely forgot about her reaction when she first recieved it. She didn’t even know where it had come from. There’s no way she was doing background research on me.”

Lily could feel all her opportunities slipping between her fingers like fallen sand. “Maybe she was lying to you. Covering her tracks so you wouldn't suspect,” she said, knowing the excuse was flimsy, but not being able to come up with anything else in the moment.

"But she didn't know I would even still be there," Bucky protested as he opened the door. "I got held up having a conversation with Nat. Major was surprised to see me still in the building. There's no way she made that bit up for my benefit."

“I don’t see how that changes her motives in the least. Maybe she saw you still there and came up with the lie on the spot.”

“Because that’s not who she is!” Bucky practically shouted, taking Lily aback with his tone. “You said she did me the favor of showing me her true self, and that’s just the thing– I don’t believe that’s who Major truly is. If, and that’s a big ‘if,’ she did look up information about my past, she probably had a damned good reason, and I–fuck– I never even gave her the chance to explain! I just stormed out of there like a fucking toddler! I have to go make this right while I still have a chance. I’ll let you know how it goes!”

And with that, he was out the door, running, once again, back to her, and leaving Lily all alone, and heartbroken. How could things have gone from so spectacularly wonderful to so awful, in such a short span of time?

More importantly, if, for some reason, Major did decide to forgive Bucky, what was Lily’s next step going to be to break them up for good?

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[julzrulz]

What they are like in bed

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NSFW WARNING 18+

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Giving some love to the girlies this time!

jus sum general sub headcannons for these 2 girls + alittle imagine for each

who do we want in part 2...?

Rating: R (Restricted, No One 17 and Under Admitted)

Pairings:  Sub! Ashido x Dom! Reader, Sub! Uraraka x Dom! Reader

TW: Smut, variety of kinks (dumification, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, praise, nipple play, teasing, prob more)

Notes: Headcanon/lil imagine, Gender Neutral pronouns, female bodied reader, Characters are aged up 18+

───── ❝ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 ���𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 ❞ ─────

fav place to do the do

mina likes to have sex anywhere but home

someone else's house, public bathrooms, movie theaters, she wilding

she's just so playful and really likes touching you when she's not supposed too

but for someone bright pink she's pretty good at not getting caught

yes i said "pretty good" but definitely not prefect

you guys have definitely gotten caught once or twice before

she keeps vibrators and a strap in her purse so she has 24/7 access and so you can't make excuses

likes the probability of being caught

general sexcannons

Go forbid Mina not want to do every position possible everytime you guys have sex

She needs to do everything all at once

Can you blame her tho? She likes fun

She definitely trains to be more flexible just so you guys can try new positions the whole time

Has one of the scratch off sex position posters and you guys try a new one every so often

Every corner of your guys’ apartment has been “blessed”

Like there is not a single inch that hasent been at one point soaked with her pussy juice

No one needs to know that tho

Loves trying new things and needs to try it twice

sex drive

high sex drive

why do you think she likes having sex in public

ya girl is always ready

she's not always thinking about sex but she's always down

you would make a suggestive comment or joke to her and she'd look you in the eye and mouth "right now" with a little smirk on her face

like no babe we're in the walmart bread section

only likes having sex when she's in a good mood

Doesn’t fuck with makeup sex or fighting sex or any of that

She’s very emotional and a diva, her libido is very tied with her emotions

fav kinks of theirs

dumification;

She loves nothing more then when she goes absolutely dumb from you roughing her up. Plowing her from behind with her fav purple dragon strap, he body folded over your vanity, catching glimpses of her tongue lolling out of her mouth and eyes going crossed from your ruthless pace. She can't help but babble absolute nonsense, strings of incoherent pleads as you fuck her through twitching orgasm after twitching orgasm. Same goes when you finger or eat this gal out, pleasure just so intense her brain fries as she reaches her climax.

exhibitionism;

Duh I've been talking abt this. She will fuck you anywhere and she's always wet it drives you nuts. Bathroom at a party? behind a tree at a park? movie theater? literally the common room? done, done and done. Didn't take long for you two to join the mile high club. The thrill of potentially getting caught is addictive for mina every time going more intense and more intense. You dont mind tho, you're nothing but proud about how you can render this hero into a slutty hot mess. so pretty like that might as well share :))

orgasm denial;

Orgasm denial and dry orgasms are her guilty pleasure, she might even love this more than actually cumming. If you didn't pick it up already she loves the head rush and the thrill. Removing your strap or fingers from her while she tumbles through her climax, cunt clamping and milking air while she cums seemingly untouched, unable to stop herself. Even better when you build her up for nothing, stilling your movements harshly waking her from her blissed out state, hot, heavy and very frustrated. All the work building this beautiful pressure in her gut just to start all over again, she couldn't get more wet, sloppy and desperate.

───── ❝ 𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐚 ❞ ─────

fav place to do the do

Home sweet home

Even more specific the bed room and her massive pink fluffy bed

This girl is a pillow princess, emphasis on pillow

She’s likes laying down and being comfy

Can you blame her?

Maybe the couch if your lucky…

But can she then watch her fav show while you go down on her

Like the TV is there anyway

Definitely loves privacy bc she doesn’t like sharing you

In her eyes no one but her has soon you like this and no one but her ever will

general sexcannons

Even though she doesn’t really do much in bed she does let you do whatever you want

She has very few limits as long as she can just lay down and be pretty

She is VOCAL

She definitely gets off partly on hearing herself come undone but it’s so so hot

She’s loud but it’s not fake and it’s erotic as hell… it’s not her fault no one taught her to be quiet

Her sex toys are Ofc all pink

And her favs are any kind of restraints, shibirari and sex swings (yes they are all fuzzy and pink)

sex drive

Moderate sex drive

Definitely prefers sex in the evening/night

Fav time is def before bed

She lovessss being fucked to sleep so like actually every night is quite her style

That being said she very easily gives in or agrees to sex

Like start groping her while she’s doing dishes well now you gotta carry this naked princess to her bed and go to town

She definitely cums more than once, it’s a must

She loves receiving let. Her. Receive.

Sex is long with her

Doesn’t believe in quickies she’s like to enjoy sex

fav kinks of theirs

teasing;

She LOVESSS being teased but she'll never say that out loud right. Unfortunately for her you're not stupid and she blushes ferociously its impossible to miss. Pushing her up against a wall grinding your leg against her crotch with a kiss on the forehead and just like that... BOOM you're gone and she's chasing you to the next room wanting more. Whisper some nasty things in her ear, send her some scandalous messages or pics. Or best yet let your pillow princess chase her own release. Tell her that you're not gonna touch her while taking a seat on the bed, before you know it she's sitting on your lap grinding on you begging you to take care of her :( you're so mean. She's even moving your limp hands to her tits or down her panties... do something dammit.

praise;

This one is just very obvious. The best girl ever wants to hear that she’s the best girl ever. Call her pretty, tell he how good she feels, how happy she makes you, how perfect she is. And she's putty in your hands and soaking the sheets, she wants to be such a good girl for you make sure you tell her that her hard work is paying off. Play with her puffy pink pussy while saying how good she is for getting this wet for you, how pretty her cunt is. Bring your fingers soaked with her slick to your mouth taking long, slow sucks telling her how good she tastes... how sweet.

Nipple play;

You’ve seen her tits they are soft, bouncy, and sensitive. It’s so easy to get her riled up by just groping and sucking. It’s y’all’s go to during foreplay and it never gets old. Little mewls whimpers are all that can escape her when she’s under you like that. You don’t let go till her pink nubs are bruised and puffy. Yes she has cum with just nipple play before and yes she’s wants to do it again. She also loves using different vibrators on her nips the feeling is even more intense.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲!

( ˘ ³˘)♥

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 114 (A Winterfest to Remember?)

The events of this post occurred leading up to and during Winterfest (Generation 2 parts 99 to 102)

As Winterfest approached, Nicola and her brother Dominic allowed themselves to reminisce about holidays with their father. The spirit of the season had begun to infect them, and their gloomy hearts were beginning to open up to the spirit of the season.

Hazel woke late and came downstairs - she'd been at the Gnome's Arms until the early hours of the morning, and Nicola wondered how she could be so chipper. "Morning!" Hazel said, but the number of good mornings between them had dwindled. "Are we all ready for Wicked Winterfest Movie Night at the pub?"

"You've been home for five hours and you already want to go back?"

Hazel shot an annoyed glance at her wife. "We've been going to Wicked Winterfest every year since high school."

"Midnight Massacre 3 is barely even a Winterfest movie."

"It takes place on Winterfest Eve!"

Nicola sighed. "I just don't feel up to it this year. Don't you want to stay in and watch something less gory? My mom said she'd bake her chocolate chip cookies."

"River, Cass, even my Dad said they'd be there tonight. It's a tradition. I have to go."

"You don't have to go."

"Well, you don't have to stay home."

Hazel left for work in a foul mood. While she and the mayor canvassed in Finchwick that afternoon, he stopped to talk with her near the village green.

"Is something wrong, Hazel? You haven't been applying yourself to the job as much lately as you did when you started."

"I like my job, Mayor Varner, but I'm not sure this is what I want to be doing. It's a lot of administration and I don't know if I'm making a difference."

The mayor smiled warmly. Taking the reins of a town like Henford was rarely a stressful job, but Mayor Varner was kind and unflappable. "Enjoy your time off over the holidays, and give your future some thought. We can talk more about it in the new year."

Hazel met her family in the upstairs den of the Gnome's Arms, where every Winterfest they played slasher flicks for those who appreciated a little subversion from the usual cozy celebrations. Her sister-in-law, Cassandra, was delightful and charming but also a little gloomy from time to time, and she loved this tradition as much as Hazel.

"Midnight Massacre 3 never gets old. It's a Winterfest classic!" she gushed, too excited to sit down.

Hazel stayed out late for another night, chatting into the early hours with fellow local horror fan, Elsa Bjerg-Watson. She lived in Old New Henford with her parents, Bjorn and Clara, her wife Maira, and their daughter Jada, but she said the family had just made room for her niece, who had moved to Henford from San Myshuno.

"Suri broke up with her girlfriend a few months ago and she needed a change of scene. My mother's the best professional baker this side of Simlandia - even she knows she'll never match Noemi Alegria in Tartosa - but Suri wants to be as good as her grandmother someday."

"If Suri's cakes are as good as Clara Bjergsen's, I'll be her best customer," said Hazel.

The next morning was Winterfest Eve, and Nicola's mom, Kim, made chocolate chip cookies. She probably missed Eddie's presence at their holiday celebrations even more than her kids, leaving the cookies on the kitchen table before heading upstairs to cry it out in her room.

Hazel joined her wife in the kitchen and made a beeline for the cookie platter. "Did you want to head over to my parents tomorrow in the morning to open presents, or did you want to open presents together here?"

"We want to open our presents on Winterfest Eve this year because Dad always liked opening them before bed."

Hazel shrugged. "Okay, great. Then tomorrow we can go over in the morning for presents with my family, too."

"We want to go for a walk to see the wildlife on Winterfest morning. Dad loved living out here for the wild foxes and bunny rabbits."

Hazel didn't mind Henford's picturesque forests, bunnies, and birds, but they could walk through Isle of Volpe Park any day of the year. "I'd really like to go over to see my family in the morning."

"You're with them all the time," she said. "Why not make time for me?"

"Nic, I'm sorry you lost your dad, but he wouldn't want you to mourn him this long. He loved you too much to see you so sad. But when I'm home you're grading papers."

"You don't know what my Dad would have wanted, Haze. And seriously, when are you home?"

"I'm home right now and we're fighting again!"

Nicola and Hazel finally heard themselves and grew quiet, but a bitterness had long ago started to fester.

Hazel spent Winterfest Eve and most of Winterfest Day with her family, not her wife. She gushed over Heather's new engagement ring, and wouldn't let her own relationship troubles dampen her excitement for her big sister.

Hazel lingered outside a while before sunset. She hoped to delay going home just a little longer, in favour of a cozy celebration with her family. Like old times. She finally turned to leave when her phone buzzed with a text from Nicola.

Come meet me by the rink. Please.

Henford's local ice rink was just across the laneway from her childhood home on Cobblebottom Street, and she met her wife next to the ice with a kiss.

"I'm sorry I've been so hard to live with lately," said Nicola with a sheepish smile. "I don't let myself get sad about my dad, but holding it in makes me angry. I know I need to talk to someone for me as much as we need to talk to someone for us. But I love you, and I want to make us work."

"I want that, too."

With the sunset providing a picture-perfect backdrop to a tense Winterfest season, Hazel and Nicola found a way to end Winterfest with a cozy celebration at the ice rink, after all.

Could their blissful moment last, and would they make time for counseling as intended? ->

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In case you're wondering why this is such a sad arc already, Nicola's grief moodlets say it is:

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I broke up with my girlfriend for not taking her meds?

My (24M) girlfriend (28F) has bipolar and BPD. We've been together coming up on 3 years now. For the last half a year we were together it was pretty rough and turbulent, she was unmedicated and was having suicidal breakdowns almost every day, ended up in hospital several times, threatened and got into physical altercations with other girls who spoke to me or she thought were flirting with me, and I was spending almost every single day of my life having to take hours to talk her down from suicide or self-harm. It was emotionally exhausting and as someone who's also had suicide attempts in the past it was also incredibly triggering and damaging to my own mental health.

For additional context as to why I feel the way I do, my last girlfriend also had diagnosed BPD and NPD and when she stopped taking her medication she became fully abusive both physically and verbally and it took me a year of being absolutely beaten down to finally snap and leave her.

(Obvious note: I'm not saying everyone with bipolar, BPD, or NPD is abusive or that these illnesses inherently make you abusive. They were an abuser who just happened to have those things, and that played into how they acted and thought/felt.)

Current girlfriend eventually got medication and has been doing much better for most of the time since then. When she's on her meds she's a wonderful and generally pretty healthy partner - she's supportive, understanding of my boundaries, checks in with me, she's a year clean from self-harm, hasn't displayed any kind of self-destructive behaviour. She's gotten a job and managed to hold it down (got fired from several jobs in the past because of her daily meltdowns meaning she wasn't attending work), she's started exercising and going to the gym, she's picked up new hobbies, made new friends, she's just been doing great in general.

For about the past month though, she started going days without taking her medication and when I reminded her she would say she didn't want to, that she hated taking it, that she doesn't like the way it makes her feel etc. This is something my last girlfriend said too, and I know it's really common for people with BPD (and maybe bipolar too?) to stop taking their medication because they feel emotionally flat in comparison to how they feel off of the meds. I pretty much said that I couldn't handle going back to how she acts when she's off of the medication again and that if she was going to stop taking them then I didn't think our relationship would last through that kind of period again because last time it completely destroyed my mental health, my sleep, my life and several of my relationships due to how much energy and time I was having to put into her vs. myself and everything else. I suggested asking her doctor/psychiatrist/etc. for another dosage change or meds switch again to see if that would work better (though up until recently they have seemed to be working great so I'm not sure how good of an idea switching it up again would be).

She agreed at the time but I was kind of concerned about whether she'd been keeping up with it or not because over the last few weeks I've already noticed things devolving again - her screaming at me out of nowhere and having mood swings, intense jealousy and possessiveness, impulsive behaviour, even a couple of breakdowns again and having to talk her out of self-harm for the first time in over a year. True enough, today I found out she's been pretending to take her medication and throwing them out. When I confronted her about it she admitted she hasn't taken her medication for weeks.

I pretty much withdrew after that and didn't say anything at that moment but after a while she asked me why I was being so quiet and I basically repeated what I'd said to her in the last conversation, that I was honestly rethinking whether or not the relationship would work because I can't handle that kind of emotional exhaustion and constant sacrifice all over again. I don't mind some emotional support and some labour of love in a relationship because of course I'm going to need to look out for her mental health and reassure and comfort sometimes, that's the reality of loving someone who struggles, but I can't do it 24/7 again. I can't once again put talking her down for hours every day and weathering screaming and violent lashing out all the time at the expense of even my own basic needs and my own mental health struggles (for example my c-PTSD from my last relationship).

When I said that she got very very upset and basically said I was forcing her to choose between me and freedom or being able to live a normal/unmedicated life (which I mean, I guess I can't argue with because in a way I am making her choose between me and stopping her meds), and that I couldn't control her like that. I told her I wasn't doing it to control her and that if she's really determined to go off of them she could, but that I would have to make my own personal choice to walk away as a result of it for my own sake.

She said she'd think about it but ever since that conversation I've been going back and forth in my head on how much of a dick move it would be to flat out just do a black-and-white "Either you stay on your meds and regulate your behaviour or I leave"

TL;DR Girlfriend wants to go off of her medication, but when she's off her meds she has almost daily suicidal breakdowns and lashes out at me physically and verbally. WIBTA if I broke up with her if she goes ahead with stopping?

What are these acronyms?

[keiicom]

Yjh things the Webtoon 'forgot' to mention or to point out bc they hate novel yjh

Warning for vague webtoon spoilers ig?? No spoilery names are named and no unreleased scenarios are mentioned/specified btw but I thought I'd add this warning just in case :)

He waited three days on the bridge for kdj to resurface after he dropped him in the Ichytosaurs mouth. Just. Waited there.

He smiles when Kdj tries his food and says it's good (it's more like a tiny smug smile tbh)

He is a WORRIER. Man worries about everything, but sucks at expressing it through actions bc that's when he's most easily misunderstood. It is EXTREMELY easy to misunderstand his actions unless the other characters ask him what he's doing and why [after he explains, he turns out to be actually really thoughtful tbh]

When he tells 41st round shin yoosung to "quit her blabbering"...he wasn't that harsh in the novel. The line was changed (still don't know why) but originally he said something about not having enough time, and wasn't a complete asshole.

Also during that same arc/scene it was revealed that he woke her up because he genuinely didn't think she'd attack him/be mad at him iirc, so it wasn't him being stupid, just somewhat naive

When Iris called KDJ ugly he actually stepped forward and intimidated her by glaring so she'd stop talking :) because he sensed fighting spirit in her and he decided to react lmao

His eyebrow moves similarly to a caterpillar when he's about to make an important decision (note: kdj points this out in the novel because he's always staring at yjh I swear to god there's proof)

Yjh puts on a 'cool' face when he's been caught or called out after trying to be sneaky (he's SO BAD at being sneaky istg I love this man so much)

He sometimes uses his skills for stupid and petty shit *said lovingly with heart eyes*

He's more likely to give someone/an NPC a quick death than to make them suffer until they die

He always goes along with KDJ's plans, even though Kdj barely tells him ANYTHING about them ever 😭 He glares but still goes along with them I NEED Y'ALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS- /lh

He drags his sword on the ground when he's happy/satisfied with something, or generally in a good mood. Also Loves to clean his sword (I think the webtoon added a scene of him cleaning the sword like. once)

He loves his sister more than anything (we haven't seen a lot of scenes with yoo mia AND yjh in the webtoon yet but I have high expectations for those knowing how much he adores her in the novel)

Mans RUNS to help every time kdj is in danger, unless he genuinely thinks kdj 1) can handle the situation himself or 2) deserves the punishment

He has MONOLOGUES in his head even though he only ever says like two sentences thakrhsjfjb, and is very eloquent when given the chance to explain his thought process/reasoning

[which kdj rarely lets him do. bc he's hellbent on doing the talking and most other characters don't expect yjh to talk anyway]

The hand holding scene that was turned into a weird wrist holding scene? Yes originally they held hands (he wasn't as angry then either)

He's a serial texter and will spam message people

He loves dumplings

He gets jealous when other people monopolize Dokja's attention for too long (also canon, ex: Sangah, [redacted 1], sometimes han sooyoung, [redacted 2], [redacted 3] 💀 and WILL glare at Kdj or demand answers depending on how severe the transgression is)

He's tired. So, so tired.

HE CAN LAUGH

he doesn't let Han Sooyoung live out of pride/not wanting to lose to kdj (???? what even was that). he lets her live because he doesn't want kdj to think poorly of him / alternatively he doesn't want to lose him as an ally. Not everything is about pride with him 🫠

he looks embarrassed after hearing yoo mia tell him he looks "happy when you talk about [kdj]". the narration also gives her statement some credibility, because "she knows him well since she's his sister". but of course they made him look angry instead of embarrassed 🙄 bc god forbid he shows any other facial expression ever

He's nosy (again: said lovingly with heart eyes). You'll notice how even when he pretends not to care, he'll still stick around to see how things develop/gather info on 'important' stuff. If he's not interested, he'll just leave, bc he's the kind of guy to just do that. So if he doesn't leave, even if he's pretending not to care... you see where I'm going with this

He has a sense of humor, believe it or not (though most of the time he's hilarious without meaning to)

When [redacted] asked yoo joonghyuk what his deal was with kdj and why he wanted him in his group he said "kdj is necessary for this world. I need him." but webtoon decided to skip that line 🫠

Yjh says "I guess your mother doesn't like me" instead of this "like mother like son" bullshit, because the second one implies dokja doesn't like him. which couldn't be farther from the truth

Yoo Joonghyuk actually looks distraught when he realizes he's the one that has to kill kdj. To the point kdj has to tell him to not make that face.

He holds him tenderly as kdj falls, and tries to hang onto him as he's dragged away.

I'd add more but the rest is spoilers fhajhrjeka so yeah I'll just wait to see what webtoon does first and I'll update this as they go

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hellooooo i wanted to ask what jeff, toby, nina and ben with a reader with 🍒 strech marks and if your not comfortable thats okay! You can do strech marks in genral!

Ive just been rlly insecure about mine😭

(Also i have no ideas about anons but can i be 🪸 anon if its open?)

Hello! I wouldn't say i was made uncomfortable by this request, rather, i feel like i wanted to kind of open up this ask to a wider audience! So i did end up just doing stretch marks in general. I would also like to say that I am very excited to write for Nina!! She's such an icon <333

Also, yes, 🪸 is open!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff

Jeff is the type of guy to find stretch marks incredibly attractive

When you are cuddling, he runs his fingers across the marks

If he can, he will kiss them as well

Whenever he greets you, say, if he was coming home from a mission, he would kiss your lips, and run his ands across the areas your stretch marks are on

Finding out that you are insecure about your stretch marks genuinely shocks him

Like wdym the stretch marks are the best part

But if it makes you uncomfortable, he will stop publicly giving you affection to those spots

That won't stop him from trying his hardest to convince you that your stretch marks are amazing

If you wear clothing that shows off your marks, he will ~strangely~ become more physically affectionate

It gets him so excited when you are confident to show off your body, but again, if you aren't the type of person to show off your body, he obviously won't be bothered by that

The way he sees it, you are the most gorgeous person on the planet and seeing you so insecure about something that he thinks is wonderful about you makes him sad

And so, whenever you're insecure, he will always assure you that he's here for you and that he will absolutely support you so that you feel comfortable in your skin

He also likes to bite them IM SO SORRY

Nina

Personally, I feel like she'd be indifferent to your stretch marks

She's more of a personality person anyways, so she genuinly won't notice your insecurities unless you tell her about them

When you do tell her about them though, she will go out of her way to hype you up

"OH MY GOODNESS Y/N YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL IN THAT OUTFIT I LOVE YOU!!"

"Isn't my partner soooo beautiful and perfect? They're so special, I just wanna squish them until their eyes pop out of their sockets <333"

"BABY. IM GOING TO EAT YOU"

She definetly experiences cute aggression

I bet you couldn't guess

She is a bit of a loudmouth, so if you want her to simmer down about it, she would try her best but in the end, she just needs to share her love for you with the world

I think the most low-key she can get is occassionally she will squeal when she sees you, and sometimes she will lick your face

No, i will not elaborate

She's gonna do whatever you wanna do when it comes to comfort

Wanna hide them? She's got the concealer

Wanna embrace them? She will literally worship you until you are all flustered and embarassed, giggling and begging her to stop

Just want some lighthearted comfort? She will sit in your lap and look into your eyes lovingly, kissing your nose occasionally and laying on your shoulder the rest of the time

Toby

He's so wholesome with it, bless him

He's absolutely the type of gyy to give your marks little nicknames

Bearclaws, Tiger marks, etc

He understands being insecure about them, as he is a very insecure person himself

And so, when you tell him about your insecurities he will comfort you in the way he likes to be comforted

He will hold you protectively, keeping his nose buried in your sweet smelling hair, and rubbing small circles around the marks

If you aren't in the mood to be held, he will lay on his stomach in between your legs, tracing the marks and counting them

Or if you just want to be distracted from your body, he will turn on some calm music, and ramble all his thoughts to you as you rub his head

Publicly he doesn't do much with your stretch marks

He doesn't want you to be embarrassed

If you want him to show more public affection to your marks, you'll have to tell him

He will oblige happily, of course

He will come up behind you, place his hands pn your hips and sway the both of you side to side, whispering into your ear how beautiful you are, how happy you make him, how much he loves you, etc

Definitely the best out of the list to have for comfort

BEN

Like Jeff, he finds stretch marks to be very attractive

Though, he understands if you are insecure about them

He teases you about it (lovingly)

"But baby they're so hot! What do you mean you hate them??"

"Aww come on, you're gonna deny me your full beauty?"

Most of the time, you will have to tell him about your insecurities whilst he plays a video game

He's listening, i promise, he just refuses to not play video games

If you are in a really sad mood though, he'll pause the game, and rotate the chair over to look at you

He'll beckon you over with a "c'mere", and as you stand in front of him, he will hug you and rest his chin on your lower stomach, looking up at you with a smile and kissing your hipbones

He'll talk to you softly, asking if you wanna sit with him

And as you sit on his lap, he continues to play his game, bragging to everyone on vc how gorgeous his partner is

He absolutely gets trolled for being a simp, but he knows you need it and above all, wants you to be happy

Publicly, he will also brag to people about how beautiful you are

Especially to Jeff since he sees him the most

"Oh my god dude, PLEASE shut up"

"You're just jealous you don't have a partner that's literally the most gorgeous person to ever exist. It's understandable, really. I mean, i know i would be"

"*stressed jeff noises*"

[spaceagebachelormann]

Alright, I'm hooked. Jekyll and Hyde (and maybe Adam Frankenstein?) with a partner who likes to sing? Disney princess singing, or any kinda singing they'd like. She'd sing to them if they asked, and she often sings whenever she isn't doing anything else or when she's doing something that doesn't require her to be thinking about what she's doing. I think she'd offer to sing lullabies if they wanted.

✧.* 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST. NAVIGATION.

╰┈➤ CARMILLAS NOTES: i’m so happy about this actually. frankenstein and jekyll and hyde are two of my biggest hyperfixations atm 🫶 also it was kinda hard to make this fem reader

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: none!

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐋

he could listen to you sing forever

it’s actually his most favourite thing in the world

while hyde likes just normal music with no singing, like compositions and all that, jekyll actually prefers singing

helps him remember someone else, his favourite girl, is actually there <3

he’ll probably ask you sing at the most random parts of the day, he doesn’t really care what it is as long as you’re singing

i think he’d like to do his work and just let you do yours in the same room, but he will request you to sing, if not sing than atleast hum

at some point anybody singing in general just starts to remind him of you

i feel like for some reason he knows how to play piano so if you really wanted he’d play piano while you sang and it’s like a little duet

yes he’d ask you to sing him to sleep

either laying on the actual pillow or his head in your lap, he barely sleeps but your singing helps him so much

within ten minutes he’s knocked out

nobody loves girls who sing more than henry jekyll

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

he does think you have a nice voice, but he doesn’t care for it as much as jekyll

he’ll let you sing to him, but he might not pay as much attention

but i do think there’s certain days where he’s just too tired to actually get up and wreak havoc so he just has you sit in front of him, and he just plays with your hair while you sing/hum

i feel like he might just subconsciously call you songbird every once in a while but idk (it’s 1am leave me alone my brain is cooked)

if you’re lucky he might let you show him different exercises for fun or see what the highest and lowest pitches you can go see but he’d probably have to be in a very good mood

although usually he won’t ask you to sing to him and kind of just gets used to you normally doing it, there have been days where he’s actually requested that you sing for him

at some point after months of this he just gives you a look that lets you know he wants you to sing

“sing for me?” to “sing?” to just a certain glance that you’d know a mile away

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

he adores you

i think he might’ve been a little shocked the first time you sing in front of him, since there’s a big chance he’d never heard it before

will stop you and just be like “what was that??” and let you explain it to him

from that day on he gets very interested in music and wants you to tell him everything you know about and will want you to sing to him quite a few times a day

he’s very interested in your vocal range (vocal range is fascinating istg)

would love lullabies to be song to him

sometimes, after you guys get a house or somewhere you can actually live in peace, he likes to just lay in bed with you and have you sing

he learns his favourite type of singing is like. kind of opera but also not quite (like christine in phantom of the opera kind of)

he’s so proud of your talent and tells you all the time you should get a job with your voice

he also says nobody in their right mind would refuse your voice

he gets interested in lots of singers after that, but you’re always his favourite

[farity]

Rush - ñuha prūmia

He'd caught her.

He always did.

It was their little game, with him counting down and her running off, but in the end he always found her.

And he always knew what to do when he caught her.

All she had to say was 'no'. He would stop, let her decide what happened next. If she needed his arms around her, or his lips on hers, or to be left alone for a while to sort herself out. Her job was brutal, long hours of helping save people's lives, endless surgeries. She loved it, she was valued, she excelled at it.

So when she came home, he did his best to gauge her mood, gauge what she needed.

Sometimes the game was played with no trigger, simply because he wanted her and he knew she enjoyed it. Enjoyed the moment when he reached her, when he caught her and pulled her in.

And she surrendered so beautifully.

Tonight she had needed him and he hadn't been home, and he hated himself for it. His job provided him the lifestyle that he could offer her, but he didn't save lives, he didn't spend hours on his feet making sure someone didn't die on an operating table.

When he'd finally arrived at the home they shared, she'd been sitting on the sofa, curled up with a book and a glass of wine.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not hungry."

He knew what that means. She wasn't taking care of herself. He made dinner, made sure she ate, and after, undid the practical braid she wore to work that she hadn't yet undone, rubbed her scalp, smiled when she let her head fall into his hands and sighed.

"Would you like me to draw you a bath?"

"That sounds heavenly. Yes, please."

So he did, and left her alone while she lounged in the bath, finished up his work and then stopped, frozen, when he saw her come in to their bedroom.

She was wearing his robe, the hem dragging on her smaller frame. She only did that when she needed him the most. Wore his clothes if he was on a business trip, wore his t-shirts to sleep if she needed comfort.

"Sorry, it just looked inviting," she smiled sheepishly.

"Never apologize," he murmured as he closed the distance between them, gathered her in his arms.

The tension was almost all gone with the long soak in the bath, but still, he looked down at her. "Three."

"Aemond, I'm half asleep from the wine and the bath."

She hadn't said 'no'.

"I'm feeling generous. Two and a half."

She raised the hem of the robe so she wouldn't trip, and dashed out the bedroom door, and he gave her a moment's lead."

"Two."

She'd learned to be silent, to open and close doors without making noise.

But years after losing his eye, his other senses had sharpened, and he walked straight into the guest bedroom, caught the slightest vibration in the air, and when he opened the closet door, found her, kissed her, and she laughed.

"One."

He carried her back to their bedroom, cursing when her mouth found the spot beneath his ear and began nipping and sucking there.

He tossed her onto their bed, glancing down when the robe fell open, revealing her legs. He grabbed one delicate ankle, kissed the hollow beside the bone, watched her squirm.

"You're mine."

"Always," she replied, and undid the belt, letting the top of the robe open fully.

"You tempt me," he said, reaching down to cup one breast. Her skin was still warm from the bath, and he let go of her for a moment, going to his night stand to click on the heating element in the mattress. "I don't want you to get cold. I mean," he smirked at her, "you are going to be naked for a long time."

She smiled at him. "Not just me, I hope." She extended her arms to him and he went to her, kissed her until her hands were clutching at his hair, her need for him growing.

"Will you let me decide?" he asked, as he usually did.

"Of course. But I want you up here," she said, caressing his face.

"Hmmm."

She shrugged out of the robe, her trust in him complete, and closed her eyes as he brought the blindfold closer, secured it around her head. "Good?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Words."

"Yes, it's good."

He kissed her cheek. "I love you, so very much," he whispered.

She smiled and reached for him but he wasn't there anymore, and her pulse quickened. He could be silent, too, she knew, as she covered her breasts with her own hands, squeezing gently in anticipation.

She felt his fingertips along her thigh, going up and down the side, and then felt him laying alongside her. When she would have turned towards him, he placed a hand across her shoulders, kept her on her back.

"I adore you," he said, a moment before he pressed something between her legs, and she gasped.

"Fuck."

"Not just yet," he said against her ear as he rocked the small device up and down over the sensitive knot of nerves between her thighs. "Just want you fully relaxed for me."

He was gentle, kissing her temple as she whimpered, her hips rocking as the stimulation began driving her towards release.

"That's it," he murmured, "gods, you're so beautiful. I love watching you come, the way your skin flushes, the way you cling to me, I'm going to make you come a hundred times tonight."

She moaned, her hands on his shirt. "Aem- Aemond, please."

"Are you going to count with me? Every single orgasm? How many times I fuck you until you can't think anymore?"

She screamed, her back arching, and he tossed the toy away, pulling her to the edge of the bed so he could drape her legs over his shoulders. When he began feasting on her, she whined, always so sensitive right after she came, and was soon grabbing his hair again as the second orgasm hit her.

He didn't stop, lips and tongue working her through every spasm. He was hard as steel, just watching her lose herself, surrender herself, was so addicting. As she came again, he pushed her thighs open further, her hands beginning to go limp in his hair.

He looked up, her breasts heaving with every gulp of air she took, the line of her neck as she threw her head back, every snapshot of her seared in his mind. She was his. Not just here, not just in his bed, but her heart was his. She wore his ring (well, sometimes), she pledged her love to him constantly. She was everything he had ever wanted. Everything he never thought he would have.

* * * * *

It wasn't quite a hundred, but she had the feeling that if she hadn't begged him to stop, pleaded that she couldn't any more, he would have kept going.

When, hours later, he had finally taken her into his arms and driven inside her, she'd wrapped herself around him. whispering I love you I love you I love you over and over and over.

She awoke with her back against his chest, blankets tucked around her. She turned in his arms, watching the early morning light play across the sharp edges of his face. He looked so severe, so intimidating, most of the time, and she had seen how he could end a conversation with a look.

She'd seen him at his lowest, right after he'd lost his eye, when he was angry and terrified as the anesthesia that she'd administered began working and his good eye had started to close. She'd held his hand until he'd gone unconscious, broken protocol and held his hand when he'd started to wake up.

His eye hadn't been saved, which she'd known as soon as she'd first seen him. She hadn't known who he was at first, despite the hair. There were so many bastards out there, after all.

She'd only known that he was under her care, and that something about him drew her to him.

With him, she felt loved, safe, treasured. The trips, the luxuries, they were fun, but it was the small moments of their daily life that filled her, the texts he'd send her telling her how much he loved her, just because. The way she knew when his head was hurting, just by looking at him. The way he could lay his head on her shoulder and just be with her, no words needed.

She'd put on the engagement ring when she'd come home. There was no way she could wear that ridiculously massive thing at work, so he'd given her a pendant to wear under her scrubs. It had my heart written in High Valyrian, the language of his ancestors.

He'd told her it belonged to her. That it was hers to keep and care for, as hers was his.

And it was all that mattered.

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Can I have headcanons on how loud the ichigang is during sex.................. Please

Making a comeback with the headcanons after such a long finals-induced absence yay 🤘😌

• Ichiban Kasuga

He's loud, but still surprisingly quieter than his everyday self. He tries to hold himself a bit so that he can hear your moans better, but if you make it clear that you want to hear him, too, then he'll cut loose A LITTLE more. Hearing you is still his number one priority though. 

• Yu Nanba

He's so embarrassed of making noise, oh my God. Like, deadly quiet. At most, he'll let out a sigh. You can get where he's coming from cause he's generally VERY insecure about sex, especially since it's been so long since he last fooled around. But Jesus Christ is it frustrating—just... sit him down and have a talk. 

• Koichi Adachi

So loud and so unashamed of it, Jesus. Grunts and moans and fucking growls. You would think he's over exaggerating, but he is legitimately not, that's just how he is. 

• Saeko Mukoda

Honestly, it depends on what mood she's in. Some days she'll be super quiet, some others she'll be super loud (especially when she's bottoming). She won't pretend and make more noise just to make you feel good either—she's gonna do what she feels like doing. 

• Joongi Han

He's quiet but like, not Nanba levels. He makes little whimpers and whiny noises and gets so red to the face, literally the cutest thing ever. He might try to bite his hand or the pillow to muffle them, but if you've been together for a while and he feels really comfortable around you, he'll let go fully. 

• Zhao Tianyou

He's not SUPER loud, but he's far from quiet either. Sometimes he might play up the theatrics and let out and over exaggerated moan, but generally speaking, he's perfectly average. Not enough shame in his body to try and muffle his noises, not even if you're fucking somehwere public. Shut him up yourself, coward. 

• Seonhee

A mix of Zhao and Saeko. In the sense that she's perfectly average (not super loud but not super quiet either), but she's not gonna try and spare your feelings by exaggerating if you're not making her feel good. Eating her out never fails to make her loud as hell though. 

• Eric Tomizawa

Tries to keep quiet ala Nanba. He hasn't really had any action since Marie, so he IS a little anxious. He does eventually grow louder though, and the man is literally the best of both worlds: you'll have him groaning in your ear when he's domming, but if he's subbing, he'll make such cute whiny noises, maybe even cry if you push him enough. 

• Chitose Fujinomiya

Always has a hand over her mouth, because as much as she'd like to keep quiet, when in the heat of the moment, she literally cannot. She'll only stop doing that if she trusts you enough, and once that happens, she'll eventually get shameless (though not as much as Zhao) 

[strwbmei]

I was thinking about it the other day; Silver Wolf with a housepartner(?) s/o.

Wolf is, being nice, messy. With you, she genuinely believes you were sent by the Aeons. Her clothes are basically shining, her stomach is full of food she'd never even DREAM of eating, and what do you do?

"Oh, thank you, Wolfie~!"

She feels bad; she swears, if you're even SLIGHTLY proficient at video games, she's going to ride you into the sunset.

Provided, of course, you're probably a service top. Ack!

(I like you *gives you wholesome* /lh)

This is oddly wholesome and cute. I like it.

'Messy' is a very generous way to describe Silverwolf's living conditions. Somehow, every time you head out to buy groceries (Silverwolf says you should just stay in with her and order takeout online, but you insist that it'll give you more ease of mind if you're the one preparing her meals), you'll come back to the place absolutely trashed with clothes and cans of soda littered all over the place. Rather than getting upset, you're honestly just impressed.

She definitely feels bad about always making you clean up her mess, which comes with the fear that you'll get tired of her one day; so she shows her appreciation by being very clingy and cuddly with you whenever her focus isn't on a game. It's honestly a miracle that you've not once gotten angry at Silverwolf, still treating her so kindly and looking down at her with the most gentle and sincere smile no matter the amount of "inconveniences" she's caused you. Quotation marks on "inconveniences" because you can't help but want to take care of Silverwolf and make sure she's happy and healthy.

Still, she doesn't completely understand that. Poor Wolfie isn't exactly used to unconditional love and she can't help getting insecure sometimes. When words fail to make her see how important she is to you, sometimes you have to resort to actions. Actions like fucking her somehow exactly how she wants it. You two are just so in tune, you know what she's in the mood for without asking whether if it's soft, loving sex with you leaving soft kisses wherever you can reach and making her insecurities disappear completely; or rough sex when you stop holding back and fuck her animalistically. Though, one thing that never changes is how considerate and tender you are to her afterward.

This time, however— Silverwolf wanted to try something different. You're always the one who does all the work, whether it be around the house or in bed, so she wants to return the favor. Of course, you were supportive; but with how much you spoiled her in bed, you were a bit worried that she wouldn't be able to take you... And you'd be partially right. She'll be shaking and sighing blissfully with her eyes fluttered close as she lowers herself down on your cock because she's used to always having you on top of her or at least helping her out. Still, she insists that she can take it and make you feel good. She insists on trembling as she bounces on your cock even with her legs shaking and tears in her eyes since you haven't cummed yet.

She's supposed to be the one pleasing you— not the other way around...

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Heyyy, I saw your kinktober post and I was wondering if you could write about Monica geller pegging male reader. Thank you so much in advance!

sure thing! thanks so much for sending smth in 💞💞

Kinktober 2024 Day 2: Monica Geller pegging a male reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, brief anal fingering (reader receiving), pegging, soft femdom (she talks you through it), subby reader, top Monica, bottom reader, Monica uses a plethora of sweet nicknames

"Monica-" You softly breathed out her name as she pressed passionate kisses all along your neck.

"Hm?" She let out an inquisitive hum in response, her hands caressing your body as she held you close.

"Will you let me bottom tonight?" It was hard for you to pose the question in something other than a shy-like manner. Despite having done it with her before, part of you still got a little nervous.

"Aw, sweetie, of course I will." There was a warm smile on her face as she pulled away from you. "Just give me a couple minutes to get us ready, okay?"

Nodding your head in understanding, you watched as she got up from the bed and went over to the closet, pulling out the stuff you guys needed: her strap-on and the lube. You were glad that she wasn't close enough to see how flustered you were becoming, but you were also aware that she would realize it soon enough if she hadn't already.

She dimmed the lights to help set the mood before joining you on the bed again. "Do you want me to help you get undressed?"

You always appreciated just how thoughtful she was. It helped make you feel more relaxed. "Y- Yes, please."

Nodding her head, she quickly made work of removing the rest of your clothes as you did the same for her. Once you were both stripped down to nothing, she grabbed the bottle of lube and popped it open, applying a generous amount to her fingers. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart."

You could feel your face grow hot as you did what she told you to, swallowing back a whine when you felt her fingers brush against the outer rim of your hole before gently pushing inside.

"There we go, that's it," she murmured in an affectionate tone as she stretched you open with her fingers. "I just need to make sure you're nice and open so it won't hurt when I use the strap-on."

"Mm." The only thing you could respond with was a muffled moan. You bit your lip so it wasn't as loud when it came out, knowing you were about to get much louder when she actuallly started fucking you.

Once she was satisfied with her work, she removed her fingers, something that caused you to let out a noise of slight disappointment. "Don't pout, baby. I know what you want, and I'm going to give it to you." Monica adjusted the strap-on, glancing at you for a moment as she asked, "Ready?"

You nodded your head at her words, feeling as she lined up the strap with your entrance, which was much more pliable since she'd fingered you before this.

Slowly, she starting pushing in, watching you the entire time so she could make sure you were comfortable with everything that was happening. Your hands gripped onto the bedsheets beneath you as you tilted your head back, your breathing becoming heavier by the second.

"It's okay, sweetheart, I've got you, don't worry," she muttered reassuringly as one of her hands reached out for yours. You took it, allowing her to intertwine your fingers with each other as her free hand moved to your hip, trying to hold you still since you'd started to squirm and move some on the bed.

"F- Feels good," you admitted in a bashful tone as you looked up at her, admiring the view. She was gorgeous no matter what position you were in.

"Yeah?" She smiled proudly in response, bringing your hand up to her lips so she could press a light kiss to your knuckles. "Do you want me to speed up?"

"Mm, just a little bit. Be gentle," you quietly pleaded, not sure if you could handle anything too rough tonight.

"Of course, honey. Whatever you want." You trusted her to take care of you, and you trusted that she'd stop if you asked her to. Having a saftey net like that made you feel a whole lot more comfortable than you would've felt otherwise.

Your head tilted back on instinct, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth falling open when you felt her start to thrust in and out of you at a slightly quicker pace.

"You're doing so good for me, sweetie, taking it so well," she cooed in adoration, watching as you fell apart underneath her.

Everything was starting to feel foggy and distant, but in a good way. You heard a whimper escape from you when her hand that was previously on her hip moved down to between your legs, gently stroking your hardened cock.

"How's that? Is that okay?" She asked for confirmation, not wanting to overwhelm you anymore than you already were.

All you could do was whine and nod, your grip on her other hand tightening as you did your best to stay still. That soon became a hopeless venture when she continued thrusting as she stroked you, your hips involuntarily bucking upwards at the sensation.

"M- Monica-" You loudly whined, staring up at her with hooded eyes. "Too- too much-"

She slowed down her thrusts and paused her stroking. "Do you want me to stop?"

Shaking your head, you mumbled out, "N- No... You can keep going..."

She obliged at your soft pleas, the strap moving deep within you while your cock throbbed almost painfully with each light stroke she gave it. You quickly felt yourself approaching your climax, unable to keep your moans down or stop your body from trembling with need.

"You're okay, honey," Monica whispered in a soothing voice as she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "You can finish whenever you need to, alright?"

That was all it took for you. A breathy moan exited your throat as you arched your back, your cum getting on both her hand and your stomach.

You could tell that she finished shortly after you did by the way her hands gripped onto the bedposts, muttering out a few swears before finally slowing down her movements to a halt. "Did that feel good?"

"Y- Yeah." Your voice felt a little hoarse from all the noise you'd been making, but you still couldn't help the strained mewl that escaped from you as she pulled out.

"Let me get you all cleaned up, then you can have some water, okay?"

Too tired to do anything other than lay there, you watched her start to get everything cleaned up while you attempted to catch your breath. Even if she was exhausted, Monica always refused to lay down herself until you were taken care of.

After wiping you down with a warm rag, she handed you a bottle of water, which you gladly took. You sat up only long enough to drink about a third of the bottle before you laid back down.

When it looked like she was about to go do something else, you gently took her by the arm and tugged her back down onto the bed with you. "Just take a break for a minute and cuddle with me. You can always clean up later."

Despite her deep obsession with keeping everything spotless, you knew she couldn't resist it when you gave her such a pitiful look. She sighed, laying down next to you without protest. "Fine, if you insist."

The corners of your mouth quirked upwards into a faint grin as you clung to her, nuzzling your face into the side of her neck. "Love you, Mon."

She couldn't help but smile at how cute you were. "I love you too, sweetheart."

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Can you do the ladies of PFL with an s/o that is just a civilian but is impossibly durable? Like if they got shot by a bullet it wouldn't go through them/barely would or if they got run over by a tank they'd get out mostly fine except for maybe a sprained or broken limb, not an absolutely crushed one. They could probably take a point blank explosion and walk away with only slight burns and minor pain from impact.

Tex actually really appreciates how durable her partner is. She's used them as a meat shield before in a pinch, but she doesn't like making a habit of it, and generally doesn't involve them in her business to begin with. She likes that she can wrestle and be rough with them and they can take it like a champ, even with her enhanced strength. She does get a little huffy that she can't leave bite marks and hickeys on them that easily, but she doesn't dwell on that. She gives them affectionate punches in the arm as often as kisses.

Carolina is honestly a little disturbed whenever she bears witness to her partner's freakish durability, but seeing them survive is still more of a relief than anything else. She feels guilty about it, but she's used them as a meat shield at least once. It's on instinct! Somewhere along the way, some wires got crossed, and she subconsciously put them in the mental basket Maine used to inhabit of being the bulwark at her back. The absolute last thing she ever wants to do is make them feel like she doesn't care about their well-being, though, and the shame makes her get defensive and try to hide. She always comes around in the end though, with apologetic kisses and some kind of present.

South ABSOLUTELY uses her partner as a meat shield-- but never in combat. She just goes out of her way to instigate things, so she can dive behind them with a cackle. She's like a kid with a toy that doubles as a stress ball. Whenever she's in a good mood she'll give them a few punches, whenever she's antsy she'll given them a few punches-- she'll gnaw on them, wrestle them, pick them up and toss them around like a beanbag. Maybe lay on her back and treat them like she's rolling a barrel with her feet whenever it's leg day. It gets pretty excessive, but she'll stop and pout if they get annoyed and tell her that's enough. They're her hyper-durable teddy bear, and she falls asleep squeezing them more often than she'd care to admit. Having them on hand relaxes her.

Connie is nonplussed. She's the only one of the PFL ladies who has never used her partner as a meat shield even once. It was a shock the first time she saw them survive something crazy, and she questioned them thoroughly--ex-SPARTAN? Another unethical UNSC project to try and win the war?--before she added the new information to her mental dossier, and continued on as if nothing happened (although that's not true at all. She's still to this day digging into their background and family history in her spare time trying to figure out where they got it from, to find out if there are any unpleasant side-effects to watch out for down the line). She's relieved they survive what they do, but plans meticulously to keep them out of harms way all the same. The fact that they're a civilian is never forgotten.

479er goes from a verbal "what the fuck?" the first time she witnesses her partner survive an explosion, to thinking it's the absolute funniest shit ever. Whenever company's around and she's had a few beers, she wants her partner to do stunts to show it off. She cackles at all the shocked expressions. Otherwise, it doesn't really come up, beyond her insisting they be the one to climb ladders, and stick their hand down the garbage disposal to fish stuff out whenever she's home. She hasn't needed to use them as a meat shield before, but absolutely would without a second thought, if it ever came up. Don't look at her like that! Some of us are ordinary, non-bulletproof humans, okay?

[nkn0va]

Bit of a sad one: Mituru, Yukari, and Fuuka comforting Minako's S/O after the end of Persona 3.

God damn it, toku, I was doing so well with my depression before now lmao

-After you all see Minako one last time at graduation day, you decide to move out of the dorms. It simply brought too much pain being there now.

-Mitsuru had to move out too due to graduating, but she soon hears from everyone else still there that you had moved out too despite not having graduated yet.

-She's rather confused at first but after a few seconds it clicks in her head. It was where you'd met Minako, shared so many memories with her.

-Using her position, it's not hard for Mitsuru to find your address. Your parent(s)/guardian(s) recognize her, naturally and gladly let her in, telling her you've been locking yourself in your room much more than usual.

-She knocks gently on your door before asking to come in. Recognizing who it is you let her. Her eyes immediately soften upon seeing you. You had...well, you'd definitely seen better days, to put it politely.

-Your eyes were red from crying and sunken from not being able to sleep, your hair was a mess, and your room in general was starting to look closer to Junpei's than she would've liked.

-It immediately sets in just how delicate of a situation this truly is. Mitsuru gently, and with some hesitation takes a seat next to you on your bed, settling a hand on your shoulder.

-Minako was incredibly important to her too and she feels bad enough as it is. She can't imagine just how awful you have it as her S/O.

-Her words are soft and gentle, trying to come up with anything that could help soothe the pain deep in the depths of your soul. Minako knew what she was doing when she sacrificed herself, she did it for the good of the world, and so that the people she loved could live their lives to the fullest, even if it was without her.

-She's confident in saying you of all people were at the forefront of her mind when she made her choice, that it was for you more than anybody else. You shouldn't take the gift she'd given you for granted, and do what you wish to do with the time you have.

-She says she's had an idea. a way to honor what Minako did, to continue the work of S.E.E.S where she'd left off, and she'd really appreciate it if you'd join, and she's certain Minako would as well. Having said everything she wanted to say, she takes her leave and gives you some privacy and space to mull over everything she's told you, letting you know that now matter how busy she is, she'll be free to talk anytime.

-Yukari notices a rather drastic change in you after Mitsuru and Akihiko's graduation. You're a lot more melancholy in mood overall and far less talkative.

-Hell, she barely even sees you. You spend most of your time in Minako's dorm nowadays, only coming out to eat and use the bathroom. If you're a guy she'd normally be the first to chase you out of a girl's dorm, but considering the circumstances she doesn't have the heart to do it.

-Eventually she's had enough of this. She enters the room herself and stops in her tracks. If she were to say honestly you looked awful. Thankfully she had the tact to not actually say that to your face.

-Yukari doesn't really know what to do to comfort someone grieving over their dead girlfriend, so she decides to keep it honest.

-She's pretty fed up wit seeing you like this, she'll say that much to you. This wasn't what Minako died for, for you to mope about in regret and not get over a decision that she made for herself.

-If this was really how you wanted to spend your time, then you weren't making the best of your life, and by extension you weren't honoring what Minako wanted you and everyone else to do, to make the most out of the gift of life they were lucky to have.

-Yukari's words are a bit on the harsher side, but it's a much needed wake-up slap. You realize she's right, Minako didn't die so you could spend the rest of your days moping about.

-With a deep sigh, you take your first real steps out of Minako's dorm in a while, much to Yukari's satisfaction. You're now on the first real steps to recovery.

-It's not going to be an easy road, and probably one you'll never fully complete in your lifetime, but she'll be there with you every step of the way, even if she isn't Minako.

-After the graduation event at Gekkoukan, Fuuka started seeing you far less than before. You'd avoid everyone in class after the new year started, barely talked, and as soon as school was over you'd head straight back to your dorm.

-Of course even for her it was easy to understand. Minako was your girlfriend. She'd meant more to you than she did to everyone else, realistically speaking.

-That being said, she really hated seeing you like this. It reminded her all too much of herself before she joined S.E.E.S. She didn't know what, but she had to do something.

-Just from the way she knocked on the door gently and shyly, you immediately knew who it was, telling her to come in. You didn't have the heart to chase her away.

-Honestly Fuuka hadn't thought she'd get this far, so she doesn't really know what to do. Once she opens the door she sees you laying down in your bed looking at something on your phone.

-Taking a quick peek at the screen she's met with a picture of you and Minako together, smiling without a care in the world. You seemed to be going through the seemingly hundreds of pictures of you two together, and there was no mistaking the tear tracks on your face.

-Fuuka was never really the best with words, but she knew she had to at least try. The best she had was to speak honestly about the situation.

-She gets how you feel, she really does. Minako was the one to give her the confidence she does now. Losing someone who did so much for you wasn't easy on either of you, or anyone else on the team.

-Fuuka didn't want you to fall into the same old habits she did. Instead of mourning over the fact she's gone while you waste your life away, she encourages you to instead remember the good times you had, those better days together where just being with her was enough to put a smile on your face and lift your spirits.

-It's a simple message, but you can feel how heartfelt and earnest she says this all with, and you figure she as a point. Minako wanted you to be happy, even if she wasn't there with you anymore. You should go do what you wanted to do with her, knowing she'd be there to watch you all the way.

-Fuuka's just glad she was able to do at least something for you. Maybe by doing this she repaid the debt she felt she owed to Minako in cheering up her S/O, at least a little bit.