#just motivation to finish the rest of it faster

[star-centric]

REQUEST: Megumi x reader studying fluff please, if thats possible? Thanks!!

NOTE: I haven’t written about JJK in a minute omg— reader is gender neutral!

CW: aged up/college AU, gender neutral reader

“Please tell me I did it right this time.”

You didn’t dare look at Megumi as his eyes scanned across your notebook, face showing no signs if your answers were correct. A glance at your laptop screen showed that it was nearing midnight, and you tried to ignore the wave of sleepiness that washed over you. Sleep can wait until after you pass this exam— which you couldn’t do without the man sitting before you.

A few more seconds passed before Megumi nodded, nudging your papers back to you. “Looks right to me, just don’t forget to—“

He was cut off as you lunged and threw your arms around him, squeezing and crying out thank yous. He rolled his eyes, but didn’t pull push you away. He cleared his throat, narrowing his eyes at you as you sheepishly pulled away.

“We still got 5 more modules to cover— the quicker we finish, the faster you can go to sleep.” And that was enough motivation for you to snap you back into focusing.

Megumi went back to his textbook, trying to forgot the warmth that was steadily fading from his side. He hoped that you didn’t notice the faint flush across his cheeks and on the tip of his ears.

—

Megumi woke up to something scratching at his door.

His vision was hazy as he got up from his desk, his body was on autopilot. His shoulder popped as he opened it, spotting his dogs’ white fur in the darkness. He grabbed his phone, the brightness from his screen making him hiss. He sucked his teeth as his eyes focused on the time— it was well past two in the morning and he didn’t even remember falling asleep. Then his heart sunk— where were you?

He started to text you, his worry bleeding through his sleepiness. Did you walk home alone? Why didn’t you wake him up when you did? Why did you even leave to begin with? You knew that you could’ve stayed the night—

He began to use his phone as a light source, trying to find his jacket and shoes. It wasn’t until he heard a whine near his bed that he whipped around, his breath hitched when his eyes finally landed on you.

There you were, curled up into the side of his other dog as several papers and half drunk energy drinks surrounded you. His heart began to calm down, the tension slowly leaving his body.

He grimaced, wanting to call you stupid and scold you, but you both looked so at peace that it made him swallow his words. He stepped over the notebooks and textbooks, pulling his blanket off his bed and tossing it over you. You didn’t waste a moment in twisting yourself further into it, a sigh leaving your lips.

Megumi would have gotten back into his own bed, then felt his dog nudge into his thigh, whining and lying down. He took it as a sign to not argue, resting his head gently into its side, making sure you had enough room. He swallowed his nerves when you rolled over and nuzzled into him—

It was going to take him a lot longer before he could fall back asleep, but he made sure not to pull away from you.

[ramblingoak]

Do you ever write a scene for a fic that you desperately want to share but it's kind of spoilery so you shouldn't but also you really really want to?

[dollishmehrayan]

# “SHE A RUNNER SHE A TRACKSTAR” ── .✦ ( batboys with an athletic!reader )

a/n: this is a request by this lovely anon (here) and secondly I want to feed you guys some good stories because I’ve been ranting so I need to work too duhh and secondly omg make sure to go vote on the poll for my 1k event, we’re at like maybe 700 votes too (I’m so impressed I ahve all these supporters mwah) but yess back to story was I feel like batboys would’ve LOVED a athletic!reader or like active exercising reader like they would love you 10x tags: (batboys x athletic!reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Loves working out with you. Morning runs? Gym sessions? Acrobatic training? Dick is there, grinning like a kid in a candy store. He’s not even subtle about checking you out mid-workout, smirking when he catches you noticing. (Whether you be a Pilates princess or muscle mommy, he don’t care🙄)

Turns everything into a competition. “Bet I can do more pull-ups than you.” Spoiler: you usually win because he wants you to win, and he acts mock-offended for five minutes before admitting he totally ‘held back’ just to see you smile.

Constantly impressed by your athleticism. You pull off a new move, and he’s clapping like an over-enthusiastic coach. “Okay, that was amazing. Do it again so I can record it.”

Secretly uses you as inspiration for his own training. He sees you pushing yourself and thinks, “If she can do it, so can I.” You’ve turned him into an even more disciplined athlete (even though we are gonna be REALISTIC he already was a better one but yk I mean MOTIVATION🙂‍↔️).

Always hyping you up. You’re worried about nailing a performance or event? Dick’s leaning in close, whispering, “You’re incredible. You’ve got this.” He’s the boyfriend screaming your name from the stands when you win.

JASON TODD ── .✦

Pretends he doesn’t care, but he’s obsessed. Jason will act all casual when you’re training, but you’ve caught him sneaking glances when you’re sparring or lifting. “What? I’m just making sure you’re not slacking.” “Sure jason, sure…”

Loves sparring with you. He does hold back (much), but the second you get the upper hand, he’s laughing and saying, “Okay, okay, maybe I underestimated you.”

Always has your back. If you’re dealing with an injury or overtraining, Jason’s the first to step in with tough love. “You’re not invincible. Take a break before you actually hurt yourself.” “Shut up.”

Teases you nonstop. You hit a personal best, and he’s like, “Not bad for a rookie.” But the second someone else downplays your achievements, Jason’s throwing hands.

Casual gym dates. You two will hit the gym together, but half the time, he’s too distracted by you to finish his own set. “Stop looking so good while you’re working out. It’s distracting.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tries to keep up but struggles. Tim’s more of a strategist than an athlete, so when you suggest running a marathon together, he’s immediately regretting every life choice. “Do we… really need to run this far?” (He starts limping at the beginning and then catches speed but it’s so funny to picture him limping idk??🥲) “Tim are you drunk?!” “What- no!” *cue him starting to run faster then you*

Admires your dedication. Tim doesn’t always understand why you push yourself so hard, but he respects it. “You’re incredible, you know that? I don’t think I could ever do what you do.” “Tim your literally one of the best martial artists what do you mean??”

Becomes your unofficial manager. He’s the one keeping track of your schedules, meal plans, and recovery days, making sure you don’t overwork yourself. “You’ve got a rest day tomorrow. Don’t argue.”

Loves watching you train. He’s not one to join in, but he’ll sit on the sidelines with his laptop, occasionally glancing up to watch you nail a move. When you catch him, he blushes and mutters, “I’m just… making sure you’re okay.”

Finds your athleticism insanely attractive. He’ll never admit it, but watching you take down an opponent or finish a grueling workout leaves him speechless. (He does the same but at night when your sleeping)

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Impressed but never says it outright. Damian will cross his arms and say, “Acceptable,” after you crush a workout, but the faint smirk on his face tells you he’s proud.

Pushes you to your limits. If you train together, prepare for no mercy. “You wanted to be better, didn’t you? Then stop complaining and try again.” He’s tough, but he knows you can handle it.

Secretly brags about you. Someone mentions physical skill, and Damian’s like, “My significant other is far superior to anyone here.” It’s his way of saying he’s proud without being mushy.

Enjoys sparring with you. He loves the challenge you bring, even if he won’t admit it. If you manage to land a hit, he’ll begrudgingly mutter, “Impressive. But don’t get cocky.”

Surprisingly protective. If anyone makes a snide comment about your athleticism, Damian’s glare alone is enough to make them rethink their life choices.

[shidoglazer]

petite

nagi seishiro smut mdni size kink ＠shidoglazer

NAGI SEISHIRO who has a size kink, but doesn’t even know it. he just happens to like how he can use you as an arm rest. during anytime, wether you two are taking a train or just talking to your friends, he’ll rest his arm on your head and you’ll just accept it, though you don’t really understand why his nonchalance starts to falter whenever he did so. he also just happens to like how easily he could pick you up and take you wherever he wants, he thinks it makes you look cute and vulnerable for him. he’ll hold you by your armpits like a disobedient cat, staring at you with a >:/ expression whenever you mess up his high score, but when he puts you down you swear you could feel a graze of his boner in his pants. other than that, he also really just happens to like you sitting in his lap, seeing the size difference of you and his thighs. yours were plump and small, while his was muscular and was bigger then your head. and he also just happened to really like when he’s fucking you and can see his ginormous cock bulging out of your petite abdomen. he couldn’t be more obvious about it, thats what you think.

during sex, theres no doubt that he likes to relax and let you do the work for him, but sometimes when he’s feeling pent up or frustrated, he’ll fuck you in missionary. and seeing his cock bulge out from your stomach, feeling how tight your little pussy is around his cock and how you’re basically getting ripped apart by it fuels his motivation to fuck you, and suddenly he’s going full wild animal on you. he presses down on your stomach to feel the small lump his cock makes in you, sloppily kissing every part of your body as his thrusts become more rougher and faster. it was like a new person, what happened to the nagi who said being rough is too much of a hassle?

“i- ah! fucking shit!, mnggghh, sei, whats gotten into y- hnngh! too- fast!” in response, he places a kiss on your forehead as “compensation” while he continues to fuck ruthlessly into you, getting more and more turned on from when he sees your small figure squirming under him, saying how its “too fast”, but doesn’t find you trying to escape it anyways.

“so cute, angel. i love you so much..” he places a kiss on your neck, “gonna cum? that’s alright, cmon.”

if only his sweet words matched his actions. he continuously pounds into you as his warm palm presses against your abdomen, hitting your climax even faster. “n-nagi! cummin- cumming! don’t stop, please! fuck fuck fuck, mnnfnggh!!!..” as you came, he slowed down his pace just for a little while before his hand trailed up to your face, brushing your bangs away. “i’m sorry, darling.” “..huh?-“ before you could say another word, hes continuing his relentless assault on your hole, making you let out a guttural moan as your back arched and legs trembling. “no no no!, nagi, i’m still sensitive- hnnghaahh! ffuck,”

he couldn’t help but feel a little bad when he saw your petite figure squirming and overstimulated under him, quickening his pace to finish up quickly as he rutted into you deeply, making your insides feel warm, he groaned softly as his weight fell onto yours, breath laboured.

“haaah, sei,, you stupid jerk!..”

“mmn. sorry angel y’felt too good. cmon, i’ll clean you up.”

after a few weeks, you brought this up with nagi.

“nagi.” you stared at him seriously as he looked up from his phone, tilting his head, wondering if he did anything wrong.

“angel.”

“do you have a size kink?” you asked in full seriousness.

“like when the other is smaller then me?”

“yeah, exactly. so do you have it?”

he had to think for a long moment. did he have a size kink? he just happened to like that you were smaller then him, but it was purely innocen- wait. no it wasn’t. he really did have a size kink, and that was the first time he ever noticed it about himself. he hummed, looking back at his phone with that usual blank expression.

“dunno. guess i do.” he was so nonchalant about it you felt like ripping his hair out.

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[hellinistical]

in which your attempts at teasing him backfire.

tw: not proof-read. afab.reader wc: 1.7k

You step into the room, the faint scent of rubber and sweat hanging in the air. The hum of the ceiling fan is steady, the only sound breaking the silence. The floor is lined with thick black mats, the kind that dulls the impact of each step, each weight dropped. The walls are decorated with posters—motivational quotes, athletes mid-motion, the colors vibrant in contrast to the dim lighting that casts shadows around the room. A large mirror stretches across one wall, reflecting your every move as you glance at your reflection.

The scent of metal greets you next as your gaze shifts to the weights stacked neatly along one side, a collection of dumbbells, kettlebells, and barbells glistening under the faint light. The bench press sits at the center, its leather worn but sturdy. To your left, a treadmill sits untouched, and beyond that, the elliptical machine waits patiently for your attention.

There's a small section by the window with a yoga mat rolled out, soft light filtering through the blinds. A set of resistance bands hangs from a hook nearby, and a jump rope lies coiled by the corner. You can feel the space welcoming you, pushing you to move, to work, to reach your limits. The room is yours, an arena for your body to push against its own boundaries.

And in the middle is your boyfriend, doing pushups. 

You can’t help but watch as Caleb’s muscles ripple with each push-up, his back shifting under the strain. His skin glistens with sweat, the droplets tracing down his back and disappearing into the waistband of his shorts. Every time he lowers himself, the dog tag around his neck swings down, grazing the floor with a soft clink. The sound of his breath, deep and measured, mixed with the occasional grunt, only adds to the moment. There's something about the rhythm of it all that pulls you in.

You shift silently, careful not to make a sound, your steps light on the rubber floor. A small, mischievous smile plays on your lips as you inch closer, his focus completely on his workout. You can’t resist; the moment feels too perfect, too tempting. You sneak up behind him, just as he finishes a push-up, and almost without thinking, you reach out, gently tapping his shoulder, a playful challenge in your eyes.

Caleb looks up, surprise flashing across his face for just a second before his lips curl into a grin. His breath catches slightly as you stand there, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

You tilt your head, feigning innocence as you grin, "Mind if I join you?"

Caleb pauses mid-push-up, his body locking in place. He looks up at you with a smirk, his breath still coming in quick bursts. "Hm? Course you can, princess—oh!" His voice falters slightly as you suddenly hop onto his back, your legs on either side, your hands lightly resting on his shoulders for balance.

The muscles in his back tense under the unexpected weight, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he gives a huff of laughter, his deep voice vibrating through his chest, and you can feel the heat from his body. His dog tag bounces off the floor again, and the slight jingle makes you smile, knowing exactly what you've just done.

"You're cruel," he mutters, pushing himself back into his rhythm, but his tone has a playful edge. He doesn’t skip a beat. As soon as the words hang in the air, Caleb shifts beneath you, the playful grin still plastered on his face. He pushes himself deeper into the movement, each push-up becoming smoother, more controlled. His body doesn't seem to strain under your weight—it almost seems like he's showing off now, making it look easy. You can feel the strength in his muscles, the way his back flexes and shifts with each rep, as though he's daring you to try and throw him off.

His dog tag swings faster, hitting the floor with a soft clink, a rhythm to match his pace. You can feel the heat of his body, the tension of his muscles as he adds more power to each push-up, lifting you up ever so slightly with each press. His breathing is steady, but you sense an almost playful smugness in the way he moves, like he's enjoying proving just how little you weigh in comparison to the challenge he's setting for himself.

You, however, are stuck in a position where you're trying to hold on and not fall off, and there's a growing sense of realization that while this moment feels full of playful defiance, it’s clear—you're nothing to him. He’s doing this effortlessly, with a quiet confidence that makes it impossible to ignore. You smirk, but it’s no longer playful—it’s more of a challenge.

You can feel the space between the two of you in more ways than one. He’s showing off, but you’re beginning to wonder if that’s all this is ever going to be.

Before you can even process what’s happening, Caleb shifts suddenly. With one smooth movement, he flips you off his back and swings you under him, pinning you down gently against the rubber mat beneath you. His hands rest on the floor beside your head as he continues with his push-ups, his arms steady and sure.

You're lying there, completely caught off guard, your breath catching in your throat. Each time he lowers himself, his dog tag swings forward and lands on your chest with a soft clink, the cool metal pressing against your skin. The sound, the sensation—it’s like the world has narrowed down to just the weight of him above you and the steady rhythm of his movements.

And then, Caleb laughs, that low, easy chuckle that makes his chest rumble. It’s teasing, playful, and a little smug. "Told you I could handle it, princess." His voice is light, but there's an edge of amusement in it, knowing how completely he’s caught you off guard.

You can’t help but feel the strange mixture of embarrassment and something else—something that keeps your heart racing, even as he doesn’t stop, his push-ups continuing like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You’re trapped under him now, his dog tag steadily tapping against your chest with each descent.

You roll your eyes, the warmth creeping up your neck as you turn your face away, pretending to be unimpressed. “Yeah—well, whatever,” you mutter, trying to play it off, but inside, something flutters that you can’t quite ignore.

Caleb chuckles again, his breath warm against your ear as he continues his push-ups. And then, as he lowers himself toward you for the next one, he pauses just before the descent—and then he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

The contact is soft but undeniable. You freeze for a moment, your heart racing, caught off guard by the sudden, gentle gesture. His lips linger there, even if just for a second, and then he’s back to his rhythm, continuing his push-ups like nothing happened.

You’re left staring up at him, your cheek tingling from the kiss, your pulse skipping. His laugh follows, still light and teasing. “Had to make sure you were paying attention,” he says, his voice full of amusement.

You bite your lip, trying to hide the surprise. “I’m paying attention,” you respond, though you’re not sure if you mean the push-ups or something else entirely.

His smirk is undeniable, that familiar playful glint in his eyes as he looks down at you, like he knows exactly what’s running through your mind. "Are you?" he teases the question hanging in the air between you two.

Before you can answer—or even process what’s happening—Caleb lowers himself again. This time, instead of just the soft tap of his dog tag, his lips meet yours in a quick, fleeting kiss as he comes down. The pressure of his body so close to yours, the warmth of his lips, it all catches you off guard. Your breath hitches, and for a second, everything else disappears except that kiss, leaving you both suspended in the moment.

He pulls back just as swiftly as he came, the smile on his lips widening as he finishes his push-up, still managing to keep his rhythm. “Just makin’ sure,” he says, that playful smirk still lingering.

Your heart is pounding, and you’re left staring up at him, not sure what to say next. You’ve never really known how to respond to him when he acts like this—all teasing. 

You blink up at him, still trying to steady your breath, but his presence is too overwhelming. Caleb’s smile widens, that familiar, teasing grin stretching across his face. "Just makin' sure," he repeats, his voice light and almost smug, as if he knows exactly how flustered you are.

The way he leans over you, his body so close, makes everything feel a little bit heavier, a little bit more intense. His dog tag swings again, brushing against your chest with each push-up. You can feel the weight of the moment, the quiet challenge he’s setting for you, and the playful way he keeps pushing the boundaries, making sure you’re paying attention, making sure you’re still here with him.

His eyes glint down at you, the smirk never leaving his lips. “You alright down there, princess?” he asks, though it’s clear he’s already enjoying every second of this little game.

You quickly gather yourself, trying to shake off the heat spreading through your cheeks. "I—yeah. Yeah, I’m fine," you say, your voice coming out a little more flustered than you intended. You stare up at him, feeling the weight of his gaze as he continues to smile down at you, completely at ease, while you're left trying to regain some semblance of control.

He chuckles softly, his gaze lingering a moment longer before he resumes his push-ups, but the teasing edge doesn’t leave his tone. "Good," he says, clearly enjoying how much he's gotten under your skin. "Wouldn’t want you to lose focus now, would we?"

And oh, fuck if that didn’t make your stomach flip. 

[genieswishes]

gotcha workin’ for it ft. Saxon Ratliff

MDNI 18+

pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Reader

cw: p in v (unprotected), pwp, mentions of breeding kink (no follow through), teasing, “baby” as a pet name, established relationship, random pop culture reference

a/n: this was supposed to be a Saxon and locker room talk, but the more I wrote, the more it divulged from its original plot… maybe I’ll revisit that idea when I can write a clear enough story for it.

“You’re always so whiny and pitchy.” SAXON RATLIFF mutters in your ear. He goes on to mimic your moans, exaggerating the way your breaths are stuttered. You punch at him hard to get him to shut up.

“What?” He grins at your response, taking advantage of the wide mirror in front of you two, lifting your chin so that you’re forced to face yourself. “Look, you’re literally heaving!”

He has your back arched enough that you can see how your chest is moving to his rhythm. Your hands are placed on his bed post as he’s got your hair in one hand and your chin in the other. He’s got his hips pummeling into you, his own body arching over yours so that he can rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re like…” He’s chuckling a bit. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!”

Your words were about to form a snarky comeback when he hits a particular thrust that makes you choke on your spit a little.

“Hey,” This asshole has the audacity to snicker at you. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”

Thank god you don’t go into a coughing fit. But you also curse whatever reverence is out there as your boyfriend leans back and straightens himself, stopping when you’re so close to your climax.

“You’ll need air if you’re gonna be moving, right?” His voice raising an inflection towards the end of the question.

“Huh?” And your voice does come out quite pitchy.

“Well, I’m not doing all the work,” He slaps your ass. Hard. “So, come on, back and forth.”

“God, you’re seriously a grade A asshole.” Yet you find your hips are already slapping back to him, your back arching to his pelvis.

His hands find themselves steady on your waist, only there to hold on to some stability and guide you to some sort of pace. Soon, your bedroom is filled with nothing but your wet squelching and a speed comparable to that of Ariana Grande when it comes to switching races.

“Uhh, fuck,” Saxon has long abandoned his motive to stay still, rocking into you as he palms your tits and enjoys how your ass bounces back on him. “Fuck, fuck, you feel real good...”

You’re so close, and you know he is to with how he twitches inside of you. You got him whispering into your shoulder, your name repeated like a prayer.

He’s calling you pet names in between his moans. “Let me cum inside…”

In usual Saxon fashion, he’s not asking with a “please” or a “can I…?” but masking his demand to sound like a request.

“Nooo,” You’re telling him unconvincingly. “Pull out…”

“What? You scared I’m gonna baby trap you?” He’s got a lilt in his voice, still teasing you when you’re both so close to finishing.

“Yes, don’t fuck around!”

“Yeah, maybe I will…” Saxon’s got his arm snaked around your waist now, thrumming into you all harsh. “Have a tiny me go running around…”

You’re yelling “Saxon!” but he feels you clench him at that notion.

“Yeah, and you’re probably gonna be calling for me just like that too.” His fingers are working magic on your clit, circling your bud in quick motions. “You know me… I’m a family man.” And boy, is he.

You can’t even respond, too focused on finding your end of the bargain. Your boyfriend is also stuttering in his movements, rutting faster to get to his arrival.

You reach your release before him, Saxon cumming right after and painting your back in white.

He falls on top of you, warm to the touch. You bask in the comfortable silence, deciding to ignore the mess that’s gonna need to be cleaned. Better to enjoy this quiet before Saxon catches his breath, right?

[k1mbe3rly]

Helloooo can I request reader x Baku where reader gets scared when baku fights ( specifically the scene where he knocks that kid out and he’s laying on his shoulder) and he takes reader back to his house and it leads to smut

What else can he do other than fighting?

warnings: smut,booby play, bathroom sex (short!)

After that huge fight between Eunjang highschool and the union, you waited for him not wanting to see any violence, after he came out you sighed seeing his bloody form, but instead of complaining about as usual you just hugged him for a moment which he warmed into

Back at your place, the both of yall were in the bathroom, you were sitting on the counter with him between your legs and his fist to your chest as you bandaged him up, bandaids on his face and arms, “Is this the last time?” you asked him, a small smile formed on his face, “I can’t confirm that..but for now yes..hopefully?” he says, you rolled your eyes but smiled finishing up his fist, “Don’t move it around too much.. let your fist heal” you told him as he wrapped his arms around your waist

His face right infront of yours, “Your the best you know that? like my little nurse!” he says laughing, “Well not for long! stop fighting Hu min i mean it..” you said your tone slightly firm, he smacked his lips, “Don’t ruin the mood” he says playfully, he then kissed you, you kissed him back without hesitation, at first the kiss was nice and slow, his hands resting on your waist rubbing back and forth a bit

Slowly he deepen the kiss, slightly forcing his tongue in, after a moment you felt his hand crawl under your shirt up to your bra, you smirked softly and pulled back which he did a dramatic whine, “What is your hand doing?” you asked him, “Nothinggg! keep kissing me” he said his lips quickly going back to yours almost desperately, you chuckle softly into the kiss

You felt his hand cup your breast thru your bra, he tried to move it out the way but got a little frustrated, he pulled back groaning a bit, “Ima just take this off” he said taking your shirt off and his hand going to clip of your bra unclipping it letting it fall off, he smiles admiring your chest, his hands quickly fumbling with your tits, squishing and pushing them together, “There so perfect..i fucking love them so much.” he said

“I need you, can we? can i?” he asks you, you chuckled at him for asking as you nodded “You may” you replied, he quickly took his pants off, in just his boxers he went over pulling your pants and panties off as well, slightly spreading your legs even more he pulled his boxers down, his cock springing out as he pulled you closer, aiming his cock at your entrance

He pushes in moaning softly as well as you, your warm walls coating his cock tightly, he leans in pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes locked onto yours as he begins to move in and out you, "You're so fucking pretty," he whispers, you moaned softly one hand holding onto him and the other gripping in the edge of the counter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he increases the pace, each thrust going faster

His cock sliding in and out of you, soft sounds of skin slapping together, he wasn’t going slow but he wasn’t going too fast, he was going the perfect pace and hitting every single sensetive spot making you cum faster than before, his movements becoming faster and more urgent. He captures your mouth in a deep kiss, feeling the soft vibrations of yours moans

He pulls back panting and soft moans, “Fuck i think i’m gonna cum already..” he panted out, you nodded already feeling your release already, moaning slightly louder, he goes a tad bit faster your moans motivating him to make you both cum

After a moment or two he moans out cumming, not long after you came as well, panting as well, he presses his forehead against yours again, “Fuck i needed that so bad..your everything..” he says making you smile and blush a bit.

[sunandflame]

NSFW Alphabet - Dracule Mihawk

Warnings: nsfw

Word Count: 1319

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Reader

crossposted on AO3

A = Aftercare Mihawk isn’t overly affectionate by default, but after an intense encounter, he shows his care through quiet actions — cooling a cloth for your skin, offering you wine or water, holding you against his chest while the silence stretches in comfort. If he’s especially pleased, he’ll murmur something in that low voice, lips brushing your hair. It’s not about coddling; it’s about presence.

B = Body Part (Favorite) He has a quiet obsession with your neck and throat. Something about how vulnerable that area is draws him in — not to harm, but to dominate gently. His calloused hands curl around your throat just enough to make you feel claimed, never in danger. He’ll kiss there, breathe against your skin, whisper things only meant for you.

C = Cum Mihawk is controlled, always — even when it comes to release. He prefers finishing inside, especially if he’s emotionally tied to you. It’s a primal thing, but unspoken. His gaze is locked on yours when it happens, like he wants to watch the moment his control finally slips.

D = Dirty Talk Not constant, but deliberate. Mihawk speaks with purpose — low, razor-sharp words designed to unravel you. “Do you understand what you do to me?” / “You begged for this. Now take it.” When he’s particularly rough, his voice drops even further, accented and cold — and it only makes you melt faster.

E = Experience He has had lovers before, undoubtedly. He approaches sex with precision, almost like swordsmanship — learning your reactions, knowing exactly where to touch, how to pace, how to undo you without needing to ask. He doesn't flaunt experience, he simply uses it — with devastating effectiveness.

F = Favorite Position Mihawk prefers positions that let him maintain eye contact — missionary with your wrists pinned, or taking you from behind with your body bent beneath his, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist. It’s not just about power — it’s about watching every flicker of emotion on your face.

G = Goofy (How serious is he?) Goofy? Never. But sometimes, if you’re especially teasing or playful, you might catch the corner of his mouth lift in amusement. In bed, though, Mihawk is focused — intense, intentional, and never silly. He does like when you get flustered though. That might be the closest he gets to playful.

H = Hair (Grooming Preferences) Always clean and well-kept. Mihawk values discipline — he won’t expect perfection from you, but he appreciates neatness. If you pull his hair or run your fingers through it, he’ll allow it — even lean into it, silently. It means more than words if he lets you touch him like that.

I = Intimacy His brand of intimacy is quiet, slow-burning. A hand resting on your lower back, a long stare that says more than a sentence. When he’s in love, his passion deepens — he becomes rougher, but also more attentive. It’s like being the only person in the world when he touches you.

J = Jack Off He prefers the real thing. If he’s away or restrained for long periods, he may take care of it in silence — thinking only of you. But he sees it as a last resort, not a habit. He has discipline, after all. If you walk in on him doing it, you’ll get a long, unreadable stare — and then an invitation to come closer.

K = Kink Control. Mihawk isn’t cruel, but he likes having power over you — guiding your pleasure, holding you still, whispering things that make you tremble. He also has a soft dom streak: quiet dominance, pressure at your throat, hand at your back, you’re mine in a look. He doesn’t need ropes — his voice alone could hold you in place.

L = Location He prefers privacy. His home, especially the bedroom or the wine cellar’s cool stone walls. Somewhere he can take his time and hear every sound you make. He has no interest in risk — he wants every second uninterrupted.

M = Motivation He’s not driven by lust alone — what turns Mihawk on is reaction. The way your breath catches when he speaks low against your ear. The sight of you kneeling, waiting for him. The tension of anticipation. He thrives on control, yes — but only when it’s willingly given.

N = NO (Things he won’t do) Mihawk won’t share you, ever. Threesomes, voyeurism, anything involving others — a hard no. He doesn’t raise his voice in bed, doesn’t degrade. His control is absolute, but never cruel. Anything that leaves a permanent mark? Denied, unless discussed.

O = Oral (Giving & Receiving) He’s a master at it — no surprise. When he goes down on you, it’s with precision and purpose, and he takes his time. He watches your face, reads your body.

Receiving? He won’t ask, but when you offer — and especially when you do it unprompted — he’ll reward you. A hand on your head, a muttered “Good.” Maybe even a groan. If you make him lose composure? You’ll feel it later.

P = Pace Controlled. Slow, steady, with deep, hard thrusts that drive the breath from your lungs. When he gets close or if you push his limits, it gets rougher — but never chaotic. Every movement has purpose.

Q = Quickie Rare. He doesn’t like rushing something meant to be savored. But if the situation absolutely demands it — and you tease him past his limit — you might find yourself bent over a table, muffled against his shoulder while he holds your hips still with one hand and covers your mouth with the other.

R = Risk (Spontaneity/Experiments) Calculated risk only. He’s open to experimenting, but on his terms. You bring him an idea, he’ll consider it — and when he agrees, it’ll be his execution. Not chaotic, not reckless. Always intentional.

S = Stamina Inhuman. This is Mihawk, the world’s strongest swordsman — he can go for hours if he chooses. But he won’t always. He prefers to draw it out, leaving you completely undone by the end of a single round — unless you beg. Then you’ll find out just how much endurance he really has.

T = Toys Minimal, but he’s not against them — especially if it means watching you squirm under his gaze. He prefers using his hands, his mouth, his voice. But a toy in your mouth or between your thighs while he watches? He’ll allow it… for training.

U = Unfair He can be teasing, especially when you’re desperate. He’ll hold you just at the edge, lips brushing your skin, voice murmuring things that make your knees weak — but he won’t break you. Unless you ask.

V = Volume He’s quiet — but when he moans, it’s low and guttural, like something pulled from deep in his chest. The first time you hear it, it’ll echo in your mind for days. When he’s rougher, you might hear a quiet “Mine.”

W = Wild Card (Something unexpected) He has a soft spot for post-sex wine. If he’s pleased, he’ll pour a glass, hand it to you, and sit beside you in silence, letting the glow linger. It’s oddly romantic, in his own Mihawk way.

X = X-Ray (What’s he packing?) Long, thick, and curved slightly upward. A perfect match for his frame — elegant, but intimidating. He knows exactly how to use it, and rarely, if ever, lets you forget it.

Y = Yearning He’s not obsessive — but when Mihawk wants, he wants. He’ll pin you with his gaze, and you’ll feel it like a sword drawn across your skin. He doesn’t say “I need you” — he shows it with the way he holds you still, the way he touches you like you’re fragile and powerful all at once.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly he sleeps after) He stays awake longer than you. Watching. Thinking. One arm around your waist, the other folded behind his head. You fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing, the warmth of his body, and the faint clink of his wine glass as he takes one last sip in the dark.

[sgojoenthusiast]

slow down for me.

✧.* choso x reader.

summary: i saw this tik tok about choso being able to stay hard forever and immediately started to write lmao. choso using his technique to stay hard so he can fuck you all night long<3

c/w: fem reader, kinda dom but mainly sub choso, riding, multiple rounds, overstimulation, choso’s blood manipulation, choking, hair pulling, alludes to m!recieving oral at the end, mating press position, choso whimpering *drools*, choso’s a menace tbh.

word count: 1.3k likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

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“Shit, baby. Can you slow down for me?”

For the past two hours, Choso had been drilling into you and filling you up non-stop. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him, sucking him in like you needed him just as much as he needed you.

Choso couldn’t physically hold himself back. The minute he first entered you, he knew he’d have you in all sorts of positions before he stopped - even if it meant he was immensely overstimulated and in need of a pause. You didn’t think anything would stop him apart from the agreed upon safe word, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to wanting to stop either.

The minute he came inside of you, filling you up to the brim, he’d simply make himself hard again and continue to pound himself inside of you.

He was currently panting in your ear, and in contrast to the forceful and dominating thrusts, he couldn’t help back his whines from slipping past his lips. The noises falling into your ears made you tighten around him and bring your hands to tug on his hair in the exact way he likes it.

”C-can’t, feels, mmphh, so good-“

He had your legs over his shoulders as he pummeled into you, you could feel your mind slipping away as long as the ability to walk in the morning. Your legs were aching, yet there was nothing that could take your mind away from the mind blowing pleasure Choso was bringing you.

There was the familiar smell of sweat and sex in the air, the room was drowning in it. The air felt thick and you were consumed by the repetitive feeling of Choso hitting your sweet spot and the sound of skin slapping against skin - combined with his words and both of your moans.

You brought your hands around to caress his face, taking his cheeks in your hands and lifting his face so it was directly in front of yours.

His lips were pouted and his eyes were half-lidded with a hazed look swimming within them.

Pressing your lips to his, he let out a deep groan and as if spurred on just by your lips, his thrusts grew impossibly faster and harder. You let out a gasp, your hands reaching out for support as they grasped onto his back, nails scratching at the skin.

Your lips were parted and his head was resting against yours. Your breathing matched his as you took in every sound he made. Each whine went straight to your head and made it spin.

You could feel yourself reaching yet another orgasm as if he hadn’t pulled out enough to make you lose count already.

His hips were slowing down and losing their rhythm, indicating that he was also close to climaxing. You captured his lips in yours again, motivating him to keep going.

The two of you finished at the exact same time. Yet somehow, when you regained a stable state of mind, you could feel Choso twitching inside of you - still hard.

You were panting, still trying to regain feeling between your legs and yet he was already ready for another round. You looked at him with disbelief etched into your face yet he simply ignored it.

”One more time,” He kissed your jaw. “ Please just-“ Another kiss underneath your ear. “Just one more, I promise.” He sighed, kissing your cheek and then your neck and finally your lips.

You were exhausted, so close to your limit. But, when he begged you so nicely, how could you have said no? It would have been heartless to leave such a needy and desperate boy unsatisfied.

You pushed his chest away, causing him to flop beside you, before straddling his hips. His dick throbbed against your leg. It was hard and red, screaming to be touched yet also to be left alone.

Teasingly, you dragged your hands up his body causing Choso to close his eyes and sigh whilst also bucking his hands needily upwards.

You said his name in warning and he immediately stopped moving, yet that didn’t prevent his lips from forming a frown. It was cute though, and you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing it. However, it was never just one kiss. Choso brought his hand up to tangle into your hair as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

You kissed him back whilst also taking his dick into your hand and pressing it into the aching spot between your legs. Without putting it in, you rubbed the tip between your folds and smirked against his lips as he whimpered at the feeling.

The two of you moaned in sync when you slipped his dick inside of you once more.

Lazily, you started to grind up against him and move your hips up and down. The more you moved, the more you needed from him. As if sensing this, Choso snaked his hand to reach in the space between both of your bodies and rubbed his finger against your clit slowly.

You couldn’t help the way your hand reached up his body to grip his neck, and he couldn’t restrain the loud moan from falling between his swollen lips.

The two of you stayed like that, with you bouncing down on his cock with your hand wrapped tightly around his throat and his own hand playing with your pussy.

The feeling was messy, a combination of overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation. Your entire body was begging you to stop, yet your unreasonable and clouded mind saw no reason to.

Not when you peered down at Choso underneath you, who’s breathing was ragged yet there was a smile on his lips and a strange look in his almost-closed eyes.

You were so close to your limit, though, and were certain you’d have to stop soon.

However you knew that, even if you did stop, the next day all it would take would be for Choso to press his aching hard on against you for you to repeat this all over again.

You continued to ride him, your tits bouncing up and down and his other hand reaching to grab at one, pulling and twisting at your nipple.

You were so close. That same feeling from multiple times tonight arising once again where the knot in your stomach was stretching and ready to snap, and the combination of Choso’s hands and his dick hitting you over and over again was enough to send you over the edge.

Collapsing against him, Choso started to thrust upwards into you as you laid against him, taking it all whilst trying to calm down.

His voice was soft and quiet as he started to speak, telling you how good you were to him and how much he loves you.

He kissed the top of your head and thrusted relentlessly up into you, sputtering out quiet moans that you may not have heard had your ear not been next to his mouth.

Moments after your own orgasm, Choso’s followed. Once again, he shot his heavy load up inside of you whilst he whined and tears began forming in his eyes. His fucked you all throughout his orgasm, not stopping until he had given you everything he had.

When he finally stopped, you took a deep sigh of relief, prepared to get up and take a bath.

Yet you stopped in your tracks when you felt his dick, hard, pressing against you. You looked up at him, and smirked.

”Don’t w’nna get up. Can you clean me up with your mouth?”

Choso knew exactly how to get to you. He had you wrapped around his finger and he knew it too well. Just like you knew that it would end up being the death of you, both his seemingly innocent looking eyes peering up at you, begging you for just one more, and that stupid technique of his.

You looked at the man who had finished inside of you many times that night with wide eyes, before shaking your head and laughing to yourself. Of course, you also moved down his body, making sure to kiss every inch, and began to suck at his tip still leaking cum, because you loved him and it was so hard to say no too.

Truthfully, you should have known better than to believe that was the end.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟsgojoenthusiast

[lotusapple-xia]

LADs Men as Merman Headcanons

✰summary: Headcanons of the LADs men as Mermen ✰ pairing: Love and Deepspace x reader ✰ content: talks of oceans and fish duh ✰ w/c: 240-290 for each ✰ notes: Twas supposed to be for Mermay but alas i got busy 😞 but Sea God Rafayel has got me motivated!! note that this was started before Raf's merman form came out, i just finished it recently. i have to say zayne and caleb were the hardest to write😭. ENJOYYY

🪷Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Xavier

Merman Xavier lives between the Sunlight and Twilight Zones, not too deep in the sea, but not near the surface either. His eyes are a pale blue and are bigger in merman form to take in more light in the depths. Xavier's complexion is quite pale, and that would also be the case for his merman form. His skin looks like moonlight, with certain areas like his neck and arms being almost translucent, revealing his veins underneath

His tail would be lithe, able to entangle his prey and suffocate them to death. His tail would be mainly silver with a few blue and gold scales scattered around. His tail fin has the same colour palette as the rest of his tail, starting opaque at the top and becoming clearer towards the tip. The tail fin itself consists of sharp, triangular fins that can cut his prey with a simple swish. Two extra fins sit on his lower back, similar to flying fish fins. He uses bioluminescence to navigate and lure in prey.

I think Xavier would be a nomadic merman. He would definitely stay in one place for as long as he can, but sometimes, when the environment changes past his liking, he will move to find one that reminds him of home.

Xavier loves to take you on rides in the water currents. Since he’s nomadic, he’s picked up on where water currents are like mapping highways. He likes seeing the wonder and curiosity in your eyes as you see new things, and he's so willing to use his broad knowledge to teach you about the places he’s travelled.

Zayne

Zayne lives in the Arctic as the environment matches his ice evol abilities. He lives in icy waters and keeps mainly to the kelp forests on the coastlines. He regularly swims about the coastlines to gather a range of different foods to keep a good diet. However, if he sees anything remotely sweet (sweet for a mer, not sure what that could be, maybe a type of fish?) he will snatch it up. He kind of hoards sweet food as it can be a rarity in such a cold environment.

Zayne’s tail would be steel grey and blue and have a layer of fat over it as an extra layer of protection against the cold. His overall body would be very long, so that small movements will help him swim faster and longer to preserve energy in sub-zero temperatures. His hazel, green eyes have a third lid to protect against ice shards in the water, and his hair is thick and luscious to keep him warm. Thick skin covers his fingers and hands to increase grip and blood flow to improve fine motor movement in the cold.

Zayne is very fond of the arctic animals, especially the seals. When he first moved to the kelp forests, the seals were wary of the newcomer, but with time, they grew familiar. Zayne’s favourite part of his day is tending to the family of seals near his home.

Lazily swimming around the kelp forests and underwater ice caves, Zayne and you prioritise your time together. You find yourselves swimming at the surface, with Zayne on his back and you on his front, holding hands like otters. He presses kisses to your head and holds you tight, so you stay warm and don’t drift away.

Rafayel

Rafayel, being Lemurian, would likely live in the Indian Ocean, as that's where Lemuria is said to have sunk. He’d thrive near the surface of the ocean with a view of the hot sun on the sea and a maze of coral reefs and kelp forests to swim through. The Lemurian Kingdom is made up of intricate, artistic marble buildings, which Rafayel patrols to ensure his citizens’ safety.

Rafayel’s hair would be longer than usual, at least reaching his chest. His ear fins are a luminescent blue with matching scales underneath his eyes. Rafayel’s usual striking eyes are even more alluring in his merman form, glowing a cold blue. His Sea God markings decorate his chest, and he stacks his extensive luxurious jewellery on his arms, neck and even waist. His tail would be a shimmering dark blue and purple with luminescent scales embellishing his tail and upper body. His tail fin would be similar to a beta fish but with more structure to support his body, his hips have beta fish-style fins to symbolise his status as Lemurian royalty and to support strong swimming.

Rafayel is a patron of the arts, so of course he would visit and sponsor theatres, dances and music. He loves his culture and actively participates in it. Singing and playing instruments are an important hobby of his.

You love braiding Rafayel’s long hair. Twisting sections into intricate hairstyles and decorating it with coral and shells, you treasure this time with him. These moments where he is not a primordial Sea God, just your Rafayel who pouts when jealous and adores you unconditionally. His devotion knows no bounds. Rafayel loves feeling your fingers in his hair, it’s a feeling of peace like no other.

Sylus

Sylus is a deep-sea mermaid living in the Abyssal Zone, an underwater version of the N109 Zone. The sunken ships act as safe houses for him; the ships have plenty of storage and are run down and rusted to the point where entering one can spell danger even for the strongest of merfolk.

Sylus’s waist is snatched, and his tail is long, thick, and muscular, with a base colour of a deep red that appears black. Long, thin fins border the sides of his tail, similar to an eel, with a razor-sharp tail fin that can emit electrical shocks. He has jagged markings running down the length of his tail and arms, similar to his dragon form. Sylus has a red jewel embedded in his chest that emits a faint red glow from bioluminescence. His teeth, like most abyssal marine life, are sharper than a needle.

Sylus often uses the combination of energy, bioluminescence and serrated teeth to hunt for prey. Depending on the day, he’d either eat the prey straight up or he’d bring them back to his cave to store them for later. He also hunts from below like sharks, to attack prey’s underbelly as that is a weak spot for most creatures.

Sylus loves guiding you around the Abyssal Zone. No human has ever been down to these depths and in your own mer form you enjoy exploring this otherworldly environment. He takes you to the sunken ships and gives you his treasures.

Caleb

Caleb would live near the surface in a warm tropical ocean near Southeast Asia or northern Australia. I can see him living amongst coral and taking daily trips towards the surface to bask in the sunlight and see the open air filled with clouds or stars. He also makes it a point to challenge other sea creatures.

His tail is thick and rippling with muscles similar to his human form. Caleb’s tail would have a mix of purples and blues that reflect his eyes, with a few orange scales scattered about that are most noticeable when the sun shimmers on them. He has markings decorating his body, along his chest, upper back and some on his face that act as freckles. His tail fin resembles a shark’s tail, forming a “c” in the curve. He has a dorsal fin on the back of his tail and fins on the underside of his forearms. Caleb has thin, soft fins around his hips that resemble coat tails like his colonel’s coat.

Caleb hunts by stalking his prey first before expertly planning an attack. This mainly applies to larger prey but if a smaller fish is particularly tricky, he tends to brute force them to not waste time.

Caleb absolutely loves to bring you treasures he finds floating on the water’s surface or the sandy sea floor. He’s a provider at heart and wants to ensure that you’re satiated with the best trinkets and food. He will go all out to make sure you’re never hungry, always going for the biggest prey to feed you well.

[driverlando]

🏎️ cockwarming with carlos whilst he’s on a racing sim, he wants to keep practicing until he has a perfect lap but reader reallyyyy needs him

I loved this request sm! 🥹

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The sound of engines roared through the room as Carlos focused intently on the racing simulator. The large screen displayed the intricate twists and turns of the virtual track, each curve demanding his full attention. He had been at it for hours, determined to perfect his lap times before the next big race.

You watched from the doorway, biting your lip as you took in the sight of him. Carlos was always mesmerizing when he was so deeply immersed in his passion, but tonight, you needed him in a different way. The desire burning within you had reached a fever pitch, and you couldn’t wait any longer.

Slowly, you made your way over to him, your footsteps silent on the carpet. Carlos didn’t notice your approach, his eyes fixed on the screen, hands gripping the steering wheel with determination. You slipped behind him, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders as you leaned in close.

“Carlos,” you whispered, your breath warm against his ear.

He glanced at you briefly, a quick smile flashing across his lips before his focus returned to the track. “Hey, cariño,” he murmured. “Just a few more laps, okay? I need to get this perfect.”

You sighed, your need growing more urgent with each passing second. “I really need you,” you said softly, your voice laced with longing.

Carlos’s eyes flickered with recognition, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I know, baby. But I have to finish this first. Just give me a little more time.”

You knew how dedicated he was, but the ache inside you was becoming unbearable. A mischievous idea took root in your mind, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. Gently, you moved around to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of his.

Carlos’s eyes widened in surprise as you settled yourself against him, your body pressing intimately close. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and amusement.

You gave him a sultry smile, your hands resting on his shoulders as you leaned in closer. “If you’re going to keep practicing, then I’m going to stay right here,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear.

Carlos’s breath hitched as he realized your intention, his hands momentarily slipping from the steering wheel. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

“Dead serious,” you replied, your voice a seductive purr.

With a swift, practiced motion, you positioned yourself over him, guiding him inside you with a sigh of relief. The sensation was intense, your bodies joining in a way that felt both familiar and electrifying. Carlos groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he tried to maintain his focus on the track.

“You’re making this very difficult,” he muttered, his voice strained.

“Good,” you replied with a playful grin. “Maybe it’ll motivate you to finish faster.”

Carlos chuckled, his eyes darting between the screen and you, his concentration faltering. “You are impossible,” he said, his voice filled with affection.

You began to move subtly, rocking your hips in a slow, teasing rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through both of you. Carlos’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his focus.

Despite his best efforts, the combination of your movements and the intoxicating sensation of being inside you was too much for him to resist. His lap times began to suffer, the once-perfect lines and turns becoming increasingly erratic.

“Cariño, you’re going to make me crash,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his neck as you whispered, “Then maybe you should focus on me instead.”

Carlos’s resolve finally crumbled, his hands abandoning the steering wheel to wrap around you, pulling you closer. “You win,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of defeat and arousal.

With a swift motion, he shut off the simulator, the room falling into a sudden, blissful silence. His attention was now solely on you, his eyes dark with need as he began to move in earnest, his hips thrusting up to meet yours.

The two of you moved together in a passionate, desperate rhythm, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. Each thrust, each touch, brought you closer to the edge, the intensity of your desire igniting a fire that consumed you both.

Carlos’s hands roamed over your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matched your own. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rode the waves of pleasure together.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with awe.

You smiled, your eyes locked onto his as you whispered back, “So are you.”

As the intensity of your movements grew, so did the pleasure, building to a crescendo that left you both breathless and trembling. With one final, powerful thrust, Carlos sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your release. He followed moments later, his own orgasm tearing through him as he held you close, your bodies locked together in a moment of perfect unity.

Breathless and sated, you collapsed against him, your head resting on his shoulder as you caught your breath. Carlos’s hands gently caressed your back, his touch soothing and tender.

“That was… amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with contentment.

You smiled, your eyes closed as you nuzzled closer to him. “It was,” you agreed, your voice a sleepy murmur.

Carlos’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, his touch a comforting presence. “We should do this more often,” he suggested with a chuckle.

You laughed softly, your body relaxing into his embrace. “I wouldn’t mind that,” you replied, your voice filled with warmth and affection.

[metriaaqua]

In The Wild Wild West | 0

A Fateful Encounter

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THIS CHAPTER: Two nights before the Steel Ball Run is scheduled, an experience in your father’s bar only further fuels your decision to participate. No matter what anyone thought or said, you’d be at that race.

WARNINGS: period-typical sexism. gyro sorta smells normal jumpscare (im COPING) (I PROMISE THAT MAN WILL BE STINKY LATER)

NOTE: STEEL BALL RUN IS REAL HELLOOOOOO!! after the stream i went outside and frolicked around in the beautiful sun and picked flowers. life is good. ALWAYS KEEP HOPE NO MATTER WHAT.…. still waiting on my diego.png. that announcement gave me enough motivation to finish this rewrite!! hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this once more! this is only an intro, so it'll be a little shorter than normal, the rest of the chapters will be WAY longer!

$50,000,000. 

That’s the prize for first place in the Steel Ball Run race. There are other prizes for the rest of the placements, but they pale in comparison to first place. You couldn’t believe it then and still couldn’t believe it now. 

The thought of it brings a smile to your face as you clean a glass. Maybe about…42 more glasses to clean and you’d finally make enough actually to enter. The entry fee was $1,200 and unfortunately for you, you’ve got $710 right now, including quarters and nickels you’d find lying within the streets. Every little bit helps.

In order to get to your goal faster, you volunteered to work at your father’s saloon as a barmaid.

Of course, you omitted the reasoning as to why, so he probably thinks you’re just doing a good deed and helping the business. The only things you were really focused on was winning the race and becoming a full-fledged writer. Now that you think about it, when the race was said and done, what would you be buying for yourself?

Beautiful silk clothing like those rich girls around town would wear? Those pearl earrings you'd see on their ear? God, you wish.

Not only was writing your motivator, but occasionally seeing those upper-class women around town made you want to splurge. It’s their fault through and through.

They'd only really pass through town, yet you still find yourself looking at them anyway. When you wondered why you couldn't stop seeing them, you chalked it up to them wanting to rub their wealth in your face. The lives of the aristocrats are so much better than yours and each time they’d pass, the reminder was just a slap in the face.

Their tactics to make you jealous worked a little too well, and even if mother would gently remind you that it's all in your head, you found yourself wanting that life, too.

Everything’s going to be achieved once you win the Steel Ball Run. You just know it. Your aspiration. Your dreams—

“You know, you’ve been rubbing the same glass for about five minutes now. Are you okay?” A woman asked, watching as you suddenly clam up. “Should I call for help?” 

"Oh, no,” You quickly apologize afterward, setting the glass down. This is your reality at the moment, the closing barmaid for the rest of the night at the saloon. There were still quite a few people in here even though the sun had started setting and it was about 45 minutes or so until close. After all, this is the saloon that never sleeps: Lucky Spur.

That is until it’s closed. Makes you giggle a little.

The air was thick with the scent of nicotine, alcohol, and now the faintest hint of perfume from this woman in your area. “Did you want something to drink?” You ask her.

“Just a water, but can you make something nice for that handsome man over there too?” She sticks a finger behind her to point in his direction. “Wanna try and get on his good side a bit before I charm him.”

Handsome, she says? You’ll just have to see for yourself. When you turn to look, you think you’re completely blinded by his radiance…

Well, that’s being overdramatic.

Hey, she was right though. The man was attractive. With long flowing blonde hair that reached far down his back, he had a sharp face with piercing emerald green eyes that almost sparkled even in the dim lighting of the saloon. He’s got a strange beard pattern on his chin, squares of blonde lining upward on his jaw. You might be seeing things, but it looked like he had some green lipstick on as well.

The way that he looks makes you ignore the strange getup he has on. Must be a cowboy, the way he’s got his hat perched up on his head and the cape that cascades down his back. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a cowboy dress that way, though.

He’s got an annoyed look on his face, one that scrunches up even more when he reaches a hand down to adjust his boot. 

It’s no wonder this woman had been twirling her auburn hair on her fingers with a dreamy look in her eye. You’d probably be doing the same, had you not wondered how long he’d been here for. All he was doing was sit at the table idly and you don’t recall serving him. There’s no way your head was in the clouds for that long.

Maybe he had come earlier than you had, but if that was the case, he would’ve been sitting there for hours and still hadn’t ordered a damn thing. 

When closing time comes, what then? You can only hope that you won’t have to be the one to shoo him away. Having to look him in the eye might make it a little too tempting to say he could stay as long as he wanted to. You can almost feel your face heating up, so you quickly fill a glass of water and place it in front of the woman.

Now, something that’ll impress this guy, maybe something that'll get his attention. Once again, you decide to take another look at him.

You'd always had an eye for those things, being able to roughly guess what kind of drinks a person would like. The women who came here often preferred something light on their stomachs in comparison to people who usually gamble here. They enjoyed a drink that would go down easy, as long as they could focus on their games. Something in the middle would suffice for them.

Based off this situation? This woman wanted his attention and she was going to get it because of you. There's a sudden pang of admiration that shoots through you, followed by envy shortly after. Even if he annoyed you a little bit by not ordering anything, you wish you had the chance to jump at him first.

The man's eyes eventually flicker over to you and nearly give you a heart attack, causing you to pick up another glass and wipe it over at least five times. You must've been staring at him for a little too long.

The woman at the counter eagerly turns to you. “He was looking at me! Did you see it?” She asks in excitement. 

You don’t answer her at first.

They're customers. You should treat them as such and do your job. Instead of being jealous, maybe you should focus on getting money to enter. If you’re lucky, this woman would tip you after.

“Sure did. How could he not? You’re very beautiful!”

You can see her blush and press her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, you flatter me!”

Prayerfully, you’ll get a tip for your kindness.

Anyhow, Brandy would do him good, as his appearance made you lean towards something a little more on the harsh side. With only a sprinkle of sugar and an addition of bitters, you reach down and add a singular lemon to rest on its rim.

Simple. You set the glass on the wooden counter gently. “Here you go.” You say. “Hope that works.”

Once she takes it energetically, she bounces on over to where the man is. Whatever. To distract yourself from taking a look at them and driving yourself nuts for no reason, you snatch up the newspaper you’d been looking at earlier, burying your nose in it.

The newspapers just won’t stop talking about this race. No matter what date it was issued, it’s been the talk of the entire month of September. Not only would it start in two days, but this is the first cross-country horseback race.

This Steven Steel guy, the organizer of this race, what a crazy man. Where did he even get an idea like this from? 

Sign-ups were on site thank goodness, but it wouldn’t mean anything if you didn’t have enough money. Your window of opportunity was steadily closing and you had to hurry things up if you wanted to make it in time.

Your horse, all of the practice, that’s all set. You’re fine in those departments. It’s the money part that’s holding you back. Though, you can’t help but smile at the thought of your horse. 

Nirvana, the Friesian that would lead you clear across that finish line to victory. Another perfect reason to come here often was to visit a family friend, Miss Ava. She owned a large ranch near the end of town. You’d clean things up around the house and tend to some of the animals and she’d reward you with food or trinkets.  

Her son, Liam was there too, you guess. The brother you never had—or wanted, honestly. You always believed he’d been jealous of you because you were so close to his mother. He eventually came around after you admitted your interest in horses. Even more so when you mentioned the race. 

It was luck, fate even, when he told you he had been a jockey a few years ago. There was an agreement between you both that he’d let you borrow Nirvana for the race, though the promise he made you keep (one he made sure you linked pinkies for), was that when you get famous, you’d mention him at every so often. No matter what question was asked, you’d always shoehorn Liam into it. Vain, but if it’s something you have to do, fine.

Then he made it abundantly clear that just because you’re a woman, it didn’t mean you’d get the easy route when it came to riding. You’d be treated just like a man by him and he insisted that it’d be no different in the race.

There’d be a red target plastered right on your back. Anyone could take a shot at any time. 

That part may have been scary, but what probably was scarier was all the injuries you'd get from falling off Nirvana every so often. Liam reckons you’re lucky that it’s only scratches and bruises and that Nirvana hasn’t kicked you with her hind legs yet and killed you.

Now that you think about him, you’re pretty sure you have to remember to meet him tomorrow afternoon. He asked you to see him as soon as you had woken up.

“Hey! You listenin'?!” Another patron calls, waving his hand in the air to get your attention. He waves a cigar in his hand, spreading the smoke in the air. It makes you fight the urge to pinch your nose. They seemed to be in the middle of a very serious poker game, but you were sure that if they didn't get their next round of drinks, they'd just die. “Didn’t you hear me?”

Setting it down gently, you come around from the bar to serve him, an apologetic look on your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you too well. I was reading the paper. Could you repeat what you said earlier?”

Your voice is sweet, cutting through the boisterous laughter directed towards you by the men. It makes you feel like you’re the butt of a joke only they know about, and the way they eyed you like a piece of meat hadn’t helped.

“..What's a pretty girl like you doing reading the newspaper anyway? Shouldn't you be entertaining us?” One man asks, lowering his deck of cards. “It can't be that interesting, can it?”

“It is,” You nod. “They're talking about the horse-back race. I think I may even enter.” You feel proud as you say those words, putting your hands on your hips with a smile. But then the men fall into more howls of laughter. “Why're you all laughing? I'm serious.”

Once you say you’re serious, their laughter suddenly slows down and they look up at you. The irritated look on your face had confirmed that you were indeed serious. “Wait, you're for real?” One of them asked, wiping a stray tear from his eye. “A woman? Entering a horseback race?”

“You're kiddin'..” Another says. “A woman doesn't know the first thing about horseback racing. I'd be surprised if you could even work a bet.”

You move your hands from your hips to cross your arms. “They said that any gender can enter.”

Before you can open your mouth again, the slam of glass on the table startles you and the men at the table. It's the blonde man coming to stand from his stool, the legs of it scraping onto the dry wood floor. He gives a sparkly gold smile to the woman from earlier, before walking in your direction.

“Nice drink you made.” He compliments, stopping right next to you. The smell of leather and an earthy tone fill your nostrils. “Those hands of yours worked some magic, signorina.”

He beams, your eyes catching onto the golden shine of his teeth once again. It quickly fades, replaced by something colder and serious. ”If you know what's good for you, stay out of the race and stick to what you know.” He says it like he's doing you some kind of favor, offering an act of kindness even.

There's a lot you want to say to him—to curse him out, say something venomous back to him—but nothing comes out of your mouth.

A handsome man completely ruined by his nasty attitude.

“Should listen to what he said.” One of the men suggest. “Aw man, you're too cute to look upset. Come sit with us for a while. I'm sure you'll have much more fun with us than hanging around back there. C'mon, it'll be fun.”

He reaches his hand up to grab onto your wrist and you immediately snatch it away.

To say a woman doesn't know a thing about this. To tell you that you shouldn't enter the race. When you’ve been busting your ass for months trying to learn. You can feel yourself almost boiling from their doubt. With clenched fists, you leave the table and walk over towards the entrance to trail behind the man leaving.

Hopefully, the people inside would behave themselves. You may get chewed out for this later by your father, but you couldn’t care less. When you shove open the door, the soft breeze immediately hits you. Your feet drum down the steps as you catch up with him. “Why should I listen to anything you have to say?”

He’s still walking away, undeterred by your comment as he makes his way over to a horse tethered onto the hitching post, running his hand down its mane lightly.

…The Goddess of Victory herself must have been looking down on him for even having a woman this close to his horse. He looks over to you with those piercing eyes of his. “You shouldn’t get too close.”

It comes off as a warning and your breath hitches. You had half a mind to step forward anyway, but before you can ask why, he cuts you off before you can speak yet again.

“I think you’re a beautiful woman.” He admits, turning over to you fully. “It’d be a shame to see that face all bruised up in that race if you enter. Save yourself, save people their time.”

This time, you get a full view of him and his wacky outfit. No matter how handsome he may be to you, that comment really got under your skin.

His words makes you tighten your fist even more, fingers tucking themselves into the palm of your hand. “I don’t...” Yes, he had called you a beautiful woman, but you just knew the rest of his words were dripping with sarcasm. “I don’t need your advice. I don’t need a man to tell me what to do.” You sharply exhale, then point a finger to your face.

“This is a face you should remember well. You’ll remember me when you see me in the headlines. You or anyone else won’t be changing that.”

This time, you don’t even let him speak. You sharply turn on your heel and head right back into the bar.

Those men in the bar, that woman, and most importantly, him, they’ll all remember your name.

Even if you die trying.

[tired-and-ticklish]

Employee Training

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic, so if that isn’t your thing, then just ignore this. 

Summary: Jax isn’t taking his job seriously, so Gangle decides he needs some extra… training.

TW: Tickling (maybe a bit intense?), Restraints, Jax Being Jax, Spoilers for Episode 4: Fast Food Masquerade.

(Let’s face it, a lot of us saw that scene and were all thinking the same thing.)

Working a normal fast food job wasn’t at the top of Jax’s list of adventures. He’d rather be back at the circus, putting more centipedes in Ragatha’s room or stealing Zooble’s parts. But instead, he and the others were forced to work a terrible minimum wage job with an annoying Gangle as their shift manager.  Hell, it was the crybaby’s idea in the first place!

“Ooooh Jaaaaax~!” Speaking of the pain in his tail, Gangle called out from behind the rabbit, that stupid smile from the mask Zooble gave her still plastered across her face.

“The bathroom looks like a biohazard and needs a good scrubbin’!” Gangle told him.

“Shouldn’t like, a biohazard crew take care of that?” Jax asked, not wanting to put in anymore effort than the job was already requiring.

Gangle laughed. “Ohoh, Jaxy boy, don’t you want to be a model employee?”

“No, I don’t care about any of this.” Jax responded, crossing his arms.

“Well, that doesn’t sound like a can-do attitude to me!”

God, was she getting more annoying? “It’s not.”

Another laugh, simply followed by one word. “Bad.”

“I like you better when you’re sad.”

There was a sound, like glass cracking, but Jax ignored it. Honestly, the whole ‘chipper, happy-go-lucky’ attitude Gangle had at the current moment was making him wish they had stuck to the butcher adventure Caine suggested in the first place. Darn Pomni, darn suggestion box, darn not being able to actually swear in this Hell hole called a circus.

“Well..” Gangle replied, Jax either not noticing, or more likely, not caring, how close she sounded to strangling him. “Maybe you need some more…”

She paused, like Caine did sometimes, it was a bit uncanny to see. “More-”

“Training!” Gangle interrupted before he could finish.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed Jax, squishing him like a squeaky toy before dragging him into the back of the restaurant. Once they let go of him, Jax was shocked to find himself in a completely empty, dark room, save for the TV that suddenly turned on. On it was an employee training video, complete with the ‘motivational music, staring and made by Gangle, explaining how it would teach him how to be a good team member and asset to the cooperation.

Jax questioned when Gangle even made the video. Or maybe it was Caine’s doing? The adventures made no sense, so why did he expect a ‘normal’ one to make sense? The way the Gangle in the video spoke made Jax uncomfortable, talking about how dreams were unrealistic, and to stop trying. It was like she was losing it.

“But before we get into all that, first things first!” The Video-Gangle asked, smiling. “Are you smiling?”

“Uh, no…?” 

The music stopped. “Why not…?” Gangle wasn’t smiling anymore, just staring right at him.

Faster than Jax could respond, he was suddenly in a chair, four mechanical arms coming out and grabbing his limbs. They twisted him a few different ways, before shoving his face right into the TV. “Wait- Wait wait! N-Nobody can see this… right?” Jax asked nervously, suddenly regretting any and all decisions in his life that had led to this moment.

“Time for your employee reevaluation!”

With that, the robotic limbs pulled Jax back into the chair, his arms pulled up as far as they would go, his legs pinned down to the leg rest. Jax’s eyes darted around the room, trying to see anything he could use to try to free himself. He couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, couldn’t stop whatever Gangle had planned for him. 

“As an employee, you have to remember to smile!” The video continued, Gangle sounding more and more manic. “Don’t worry, we can help you with that!”

More arms popped out of the chair, Jax feeling his heart skip a few beats when he saw what the hands were doing, wiggling their fingers at him teasingly. Gangle couldn’t be serious, right?! His dread only grew as two of the hands removed his shoes, another unbuttoning his work shirt.

“G-Gangle wait wait wait! I-I-I’m smiling! I’m smiling!” Jax cried in a panic, trying to pull his arms down. “Y-You don’t have to do this!”

The Video-Gangle tsked lightly “Silly, we have to make sure our employees know that we serve with a smile~!” A sinister giggle came from her as she said that.

Jax swore he was going to find a way to break that plastic mask Zooble gave her! However, his thoughts of revenge were put on hold as one of the hands made a few test pokes to his stomach, causing him to jolt. This was bad, the way Jax’s body had been designed in this digital world physically made him unable to bite his lip, so that strategy was out the window. Seems like the jolts he made were all the hands needed, descending upon him.

“W-Wahahahit wahhait nohhohohoho!” Jax snorted, trying to twist and turn away from the devilish hands.

“See, isn’t that better~?” Video-Gangle asked, her ribbons wiggling as well “I’ll check on you in a while!”

A while?! How long was a while?! The darn clock seemed busted, what if he was in there for hours?! Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like Gangle, or the robotic arms cared, the TV turning off as a pair of hands attacked his armpits.

“N-Nohohohoh nohohoho come bahahahack!” Jax pleaded. “I-Ihihihih’m smihihihihihling!”

The robotic hands continued their assault, gently tracing around his armpits, while the ones on his stomach dug right in, causing him to attempt to kick his legs. They hadn’t exactly gotten to his absolute worst spots yet, but Jax had a feeling it was only a matter of time. His paws were exposed, and he could swear he could sense two hands just behind his ears, waiting for the go-ahead to strike.

“Cohohohohome ohohohohon!”

He really hated how much they could actually feel in the circus sometimes. Sure, it was funny to see the others in pain, or watch their panic as he attacked their own worst spots, but having the tables turned on him? It also didn’t help that, thanks to Gangle, the arms knew exactly where his worst spots were, and how harshly or softly to tickle them to drive him up the wall. 

Case in point, one hand swirling a finger right on his navel, threatening to tickle the inside, while also cruelly never actually doing it. The ones on his armpits spidered up and down, even attacking his ribs at a few points. Jax wasn’t sure how long the tickling had gone on for, before the TV turned back on, Gangle’s face smiling at him. The hands stopped, allowing the rabbit to catch his breath. The relief Jax felt was short-lived, however, as the Video-Gangle spoke again. “Step one of your employee reevaluation is complete!” Gangle told him, sounding proud. “Now that you’re smiling, we’ve got to work on your attitude! Being rude to customers, or other coworkers, especially by throwing them in the deep fryer, is strictly forbidden at Spudsy’s!”

“Come on, it’s not like Rags was hurt all that badly.” Jax tried to argue, before immediately regretting it as he noticed the arms were grabbing something just out of his field of vision, making him dread whatever would be next.

“That’s the kind of attitude I’m talking about!” Video-Gangle huffed, before smiling again. “So, I thought you could use some extra motivation!”

Jax’s heart, or, what he supposed he could call a heart in this digital body, nearly stopped as the mechanical hands came back with paint brushes.

“Oh… [trumpet honk]...” The rabbit responded in disbelief. “Y-You’re not actually [quack]ing serious, r-right?!”

Unfortunately for him, Gangle was dead serious, as the paintbrushes glided up and down his paws, making him snort. The pair of hands by his head also got in on the action, softly, slowly, and tortuously rubbing up and down the insides of ears, making him scream out in ticklish agony.

“GA-GAHAHAHANGLE NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Aww don’t worry, I’ll check on you in a while again!” More random noises came from Jax’s mouth, trying to swear, but instead there were a few more musical instrument noises, a car honk, and even a cow moo at one point. That only seemed to encourage the hands to be even harsher toward him, one of the paintbrushes going in between his toes. Jax howled with laughter, trying to twist and turn away from his fate.

“IIHIHIHIHIHIH HAHAHAHAHATE THIHIHIHIHIHIS STUHUHUHUHUHPID AHAHAHAHAHAVEHEHEHENTURE!”

Jax then let out an uncharacteristic squeal as he felt feathers brushing up and down his ears. This was maddening! As the paintbrushes picked up their pace, Jax felt a horrible thought enter his mind. Would Gangle actually let him out of here? Or would she just keep him there until the end of the adventure, making sure he couldn’t destroy anything or cause problems for anyone else? “P-PLEHEHEHEASE PLHEHEHEHEASE IIHIHIHIHI’LL BEHEHEHEHEHAVE!” Jax cried out desperately.

It seemed to work, as the tickling suddenly stopped, the arms releasing him. Jax caught his breath, feeling a few phantom tickles linger. He brought his hands up to his ears, trying to rub the tingling sensation away as the TV turned back on.

“Thank you, valued employee, for deciding to be a team player!” Video-Gangle told him, looking happy, proud, and… relieved? Maybe Jax was imagining things. “Of course, here at Spudsy’s, we respect our employees needing time for themselves, so you may take a few moments to get yourself together before heading back out there!”

Small mercies, Jax supposed. “You’re uh… not going to tell anyone about this, right?”

Video-Gangle simply giggled, before the TV turned off once again, leaving Jax alone with his thoughts. Well, he supposed this made both of them even, in a way. Jax knew about the figurine thing, and Gangle managed to make him beg for mercy. He shook his head, getting his dumb uniform back in order. Once he was more composed, one of the large hands from before gently pushed him out of the room and back into the work area, patting his head before disappearing to God knows where.

Back to work, Jax supposed.

[afictionalwhor3]

Girl Dad

Hello, hello. The end of the semester is fastly approaching which means more time to write :). Here is a Cregan drabble I put together because we all know he is girl dad core. I'm feeling inspired/motivated to write so hopefully I can finish some pieces I have in the drafts. Divider by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Summary: Being the Warden of the North is time consuming and Cregan misses his girls

Warnings: None. Fluff

Word Count: 890 (Short drabble)

The day has been long, but lately, it seems they all were. At every turn, there was someone or something that required Cregan’s attention. First, it was resolving conflict between two great, yet stubborn, houses. Then, his presence was required at the wall and the impromptu trip took an entire moon. And now that he’s back he is constantly hearing petitions from the common folk who are concerned about having the resources to get through winter. Cregan understood his duty, and he would do anything to make sure every northerner was heard and their problems resolved. However it did not subtract from how exhausted it all made him, and the time away from his family it required. He knew you did everything in your power to take as much off his plate as possible, but trying to take care of two girls while growing another inside you limited what you could do. 

Tonight, Cregan’s footsteps are heavy as he walks the great halls of Winterfell to his chambers. The moon is hung high in the sky and illuminates the hall where the fires on the wall could not reach. As he approached the door to his chambers he noticed a dark figure standing before it.  His steps got slower and quieter as he approached, while his fingers grasped at the handle of Ice ready to wield it any moment. When he gets a few feet away the figure becomes not only smaller but turns into two. Steathily he removes his sword from its sheath and reels it back ready for a crushing blow. Once he is close enough to swing the moon illuminates the figures in front of him that look up with scared eyes. He sighs and tucks his sword away getting down on one knee, “Oh come here my sweet girls, I did not mean to scare you. I am tired and thought you were something else,” He says as his twins run into his arms tucking their heads in his neck. He rubs their backs soothingly before speaking up again, “What are you two doing up? And outside my door?” He asks looking between the two of them. The oldest Lysara speaks up, 

“I had a bad dream and got scared. I woke up Aly and we both could not go back to sleep so we wanted to lay with mom, but we couldn’t reach the handle. And didn’t wanna wake mom up.” She says as he looks at Aly who nods her head in agreement at the story. Cregan can’t help but smile and kiss the tops of their heads. He was exhausted beyond belief, but this stolen moment felt like the light in a lot of darkness. They were growing up faster than he could keep up with, but if this moment they wanted to lay in his bed, even if it was the last time, their wish was his command. 

“Well, I think Dad can open the door. I just hope I can join you two in bed with your mother?” He asks looking at them as they look at each other communicating silently before nodding their head. He smiles at this “Thank you so much my sweet girls” He says while they rest their heads on each of his shoulders. Cregan opens the door with ease, walking in to find you fast asleep beneath the furs and a dwindling fire in the mantle. He lays the girls down gently next to you, tucking them beneath the thick blankets that swallow up their small bodies. Cregan misses as you stir while he quickly rids himself of his leathers and fur. He slides in quietly hoping not to wake you and pressing one last kiss to each of his girls’ heads. When he looks at them again they are fast asleep both of their mouths slightly open. He chuckles and then watches your eyes slowly flutter open. You take in your Lord Husband and then the little girls that laid in between you. A smile quickly overtakes your face as one hand comes to rub at your small bump. You move a curly piece of hair out of Aly’s face before looking at Cregan once again raising an eyebrow at the intruders in your bed, 

“They couldn’t sleep. Said sleeping with mom and dad tonight was the only way they’d find rest” He whispers and you roll your eyes with a smile as you tiredly look at the man you love. Cregan could lead thousands of men into battle and was about as stubborn as northerners came. But when his little girls wanted something, believe he did everything in his power to make sure they got it. Despite being levels of tired you would never know, he did his best to make time for you and your girls.

“I’ll take your word for it,” You smirk knowing they didn’t have to do much convincing to get Cregan to succumb to their wishes. He leans over their small frames to press a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Goodnight my love,” He whispers to you as you easily fall back asleep. Cregan stays up for a spell longer staring at the beautiful family that lay before him. He draped his arm across their bodies and allowed his body to rest knowing all of his exhaustion meant they stayed safe and warm each night.

[sturnsdolan]

If walls could talk C.S.

Warnings: Smut without plot, sub!reader, use of pet names, oral (f receiving), fingering, soft dom chris and more

(English is not my first language)

He stopped kissing you to flip you over, your pelvis landing delicately on one of his pillows, you readjusted your hips to make sure he could perfectly see what was between your legs.

"Ass up baby" he called from behind you, caressing your legs by your sides with both hands, trying to hold back all his desires, just to give you the attention you needed. Feeling some weight on the bed you turned your head to find him sitting right beside you, he held your neck slightly with his left hand, forcing you to maintain eye contact, while running his right one through the arch your back had made for him, resting it right on your cheek, giving it a tight squeeze, spreading it in the process to catch a glimpse of your glistening pussy.

"You can't even hide how horny you are huh?" He teased. "I want more of that" Chris whispered to himself while running the tip of his fingers through your wet folds.

Frustration taking over you, you exhaled in desperation pleading with your eyes for him to finally touch you, to fix the mess he'd made.

"Please baby, please" you squirm under his hands, "I know" he mumbled, eyes darkening as he stared at your throbbing cunt, gathering all your wetness on his middle finger, your breath imposible to control from anticipation, he was good at everything he did to you, but his fingers... nothing could compare to the way he made you feel the second they laid on your pussy.

Cutting out your thoughts, a pressure interrupted your mind as you felt two long digits being pushed in your dripping hole slowly, mouth agape, you let your head fall back, his hand holding you steady still on your neck, holding tighter than before, a moan threatens to escape your throat but emptyness took over you the moment Chris took his fingers out fully, you exhale in dissapointment, only to frown your eyebrows in pleasure seconds after as you feel his wet fingers that once filled you, rubbing your clit in circles.

"Fuck yes" you moaned out, mind going blank, it was driving you insane, feeling so much pleasure, but wanting so much more at the same time. Chris pushed his fingers back in, pumping them in and out, "Ahh- Chris keep going" your whines music to his ears, taking your words as motivation, Chris pumped his fingers deeper, curling them as they went in, to reach a certain spot that made your eyes roll back.

"Mmhh Chris f- fuck I can't I-" you pleaded as you lost control of your body, legs shaking, your walls clenching around his fingers everytime he pushed them in, you were close and he knew it.

He pulled his fingers out once again, switching to rubbing your clit faster than ever before, it was so overwhelming tears formed on the corner of your eyes, "C'mon baby give it to me" Chris groaned shoving his fingers back in one last time, even he felt like cumming, seeing you so fucked out just from his fingers drove him insane, your wet sounds made his mind wander to how easy it would be to bury his dick in, how pretty it'd all look coated in your juices, but he needed to focus on you.

"C-Chris I- I'm clo- fuckk" you screamed, hands finding their way into the sheets to ease you from the orgasm that was about to take over you, the knot on your stomach growing as the seconds went by.

Chris's weight had completely dissapeared from beside you, his hand slowly releasing your neck, his fingers kept pumping into you ever so slowly, until you felt him spreading your legs open from behind you, just enough to give him space, his fingers returning to their usual pace.

You were so lost in ecstasy you hadn't noticed Chris laid right between your legs, your orgasm aproaching faster, a series of curses, moans, and filthy words left your mouth, it was the only thing you could think of. "Yes yes fuckk! I'm c-cummi-" just before you finished, Chris's fingers pulled out of you quickly, to be replaced with his tongue, going flat over your clit and entering your hole right after, his thumb immediately circling around your clit, his left hand gripping at your ass, the feeling all together bringing you to the brim. Your body convulsed uncontrollably as you clenched around his tongue, your release coating him, dripping from his chin to the bed, his thumb stopped its movements on your clit to let him fully taste you, his mouth going to placing kisses on your pussy to flicking over it to catch the rest of your sweet fluids. "Chris fuck" you whimpered trying to catch your breath, "Tastes so fucking good" Chris grunted as he used both of his arms to get off the bed, he reached closer to you, his hands finding your waist to flip you over, finally getting to kiss you.

"This is the hardest you've made me cum so far" you confessed as a lazy smile appeared on your face, "Pretty sure I can make you cum even harder" Chris said.

@chrepsi lybae!!

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Chishiya X reader: Crawling back to you

a/n: just finished alice in bordeland and i just had to write some angsty Chishiya.

Warnings: injuries (nothing graphic), pain, angsty, the games, mentions of blood, happy ending, gn reader, no use of y/n, kissing

Word count: 1.5K

“Chishiya.”

His name comes out as a whisper, followed by a groan of pain. Your leg is throbbing but you chose to ignore the pain. You can finally see him, his body slumped against the car Arisu had hid him behind. The king of spades had managed to mess you up pretty good. But it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered. You had to get to him. Even if it met dragging yourself towards him, one miserably tug at a time. He can’t hear you, he’s too far and you're too weak to manage anything other than a sigh of his name but you call out to him anyway. 

“Chishiya, i’m here.”

Your leg snags on a piece of rubble and you groan. You turn to look at what's inhibiting you from moving, eye falling on the metal that's caught onto your pants. You tug yourself forward, hearing the fabric rip as you move. A trickle of blood runs down your tight where the metal managed to scrap it. You don’t notice the sting of the new cut. You'd be surprised if you managed to feel your leg at all after this. Your shirt rides up your stomach, causing your skin to rub onto the rubble below. There will be cuts, you’re sure of it. The floor is incredibly filthy. But you push on. You can see him perfectly now. His head is turned to the opposite side and he’s eerily still but you can tell he’s still alive. His chest moves up and down slowly as he breaths. Just a bit more and you’ll be with him. You can do it.

“Chishiya…”

Chishiya hears your voice and for a moment he wonders if he’s about to die. He feels like shit, sure,  but not weak enough to be hallucinating your voice. He lifts his head, eyes squinting towards the place where Niragi was. He must be going crazy. Surely that's it. But then he hears it, a little louder now, your voice calling to him. His head snaps towards the noise, eyes moving over the road as he looks for you. He almost confuses you with a corpse until he sees that you're inching closer to him. Your name escapes his lips without hesitation. And you hear it. 

A rush of relief fills your heart. He’d seen you. Even if you didn’t make it to him. Even if the injuries ended up being too much for you, he’d know you tried to come back to him. He’d know you’d kept your promise. A promise you’d whispered to him in the darkness of the night when you were feeling a bit too melancholic about things. One you’d keep, even if it killed you. 

Chishiya wanted to move towards you. He wanted desperately to help you close the distance between your bodies but he couldn’t move. And even if somehow he’d managed to lay down his arm wouldn’t have the strength to pull him to you. So he stayed put, watching to crawl to him and hoping time would pass faster. 

“Chishiya i-”

“You’re almost there. Just a bit more.”

“I don’t think i can…Shiya i’m so tired.”

“Just a little more, come on.”

Your body sagged slightly into the ground,your breath coming uneven. You didn’t want to give up but everything hurt so bad. The sound of your name caused you to raise your head. Your eyes found Chishiya’s face, observing the look on it. Was he crying? No. Not Chishiya. He wouldn’t cry. Would he?

“You promised.”

The way his voice broke as he said the words was the motivation you needed. You took a deep breath in, clenching your teeth as you dragged your body forward the rest of the way. You grabbed onto his leg, using it to hoist yourself next to him. Just the feeling of his body beneath your hand made you relax. You’d gotten to him. You’d done it.

Chishiya helped you drag yourself into a sitting position as best he could but with his injured arm you had to do most of the work. You let out one last groan as you settled next to Chishiya. You turned your head so that you could look at him. He was already looking at you, his eyes glossy with tears he denied himself to shed. You placed your hand on his cheek, ignoring the sting that ran through your arm as you lifted it. 

“I made it. Like I promised.”

Chishiya smiled at your words. He couldn’t help it. Being around you always seemed to put him in a good mood. You leaned your head against his,eyes closing as you enjoyed his proximity. You were both on the verge of death, your bodies banged up beyond anything you’d ever imagined. You were stuck in a game you didn’t know the reason for. But none of that mattered. Not when you could feel his hand wrapping around yours. Or his lips against yours as you finally allowed yourself to kiss him. 

“I’m so tired.”

“Me too.”

You moved so that your head could rest against his shoulder. He gave your hand a small squeeze as he settled his head on top of yours. 

“Can’t believe it took me getting shot for you to kiss me.”

“Shut up.”

Chishiya tried to laugh but the movement caused him to groan out in pain. You couldn’t help but smile. Even in pain Chishiya couldn’t help but tease you for liking him. 

“Plus, it's not like you made any attempts of your own Shiya.”

“Would you have let me if I had?”

“Of course I would have.”

The two of you became silent for a moment, listening to each other's breath. You closed your eyes, your loss of blood making your brain fuzzy.

“Chishiya?”

“Yeah?”

“Wake me up when Arisu and Usagi beat the game ok?”

“Okay. Just don’t go dying on me.”

“I won’t.”

You awoke to the sound of a robotic voice. It took you a while to remember where you were, you’d been consumed by a pleasant dream minutes before waking up so you were a bit disoriented. You felt Chishiya squeeze your hand, causing you to shift to look at him.

“They did it. They beat the queen of hearts.”

“Of course they did. They’re Arisu and Usagi, together they can do anything.”

“Players please make your choice. Do you want to become a citizen of this place?”

You didn’t have to think about your answer, you’d known you wanted to go back since the moment you arrived.

“I don’t want it. Keep your damn citizenship.”

Chishiya let out a huff of amusement beside you. You looked at him, a small twinge of dread entering your heart as you analysed his face. He would deny it. Right? He called out your name, eyes tracing over yor face as you looked up at him.

“Yes?”

“Promise me something?”

“What is it?”

“When we get back to the real world make sure you find me.”

You smiled at him, inching yourself closer so that you could place a kiss on his lips.

“I swear Chishiya. I’ll find you again.”

He smiled at you before turning to face the sky.

“I deny it.”

Everything was dark. And then all of a sudden you could hear the sounds of monitors. You blinked at the harsh lighting, trying to get your eyes to adjust to it. Once you'd managed to get over the sudden brightness you glanced down at your body, eyes catching on the cast around your leg. A doctor made his way into the room.

“Oh good you’re awake.”

“What happened?”

“There was an explosion. You broke your leg but luckily it wasn’t too bad. You’ll be able to walk normally in a couple months.”

You felt like something was missing. Something important. But you couldn’t remember what. You gazed out the window, seeing the way the sun shone brightly outside. You turned back to look at the doctor.

“Could I go outside?”

“Sure, I'll go get you a wheelchair.”

“Thank you.”

The doctor had tried to help you get outside but you guaranteed him that it wasn’t necessary. You could handle it on your own. You were wheeling yourself towards the exit when something caught your eye. Through one of the room's windows you caught a glimpse of a young man. You didn’t know why but you felt pulled towards him. One of the nurses caught you looking inside the room and opened that door for you after you’d told her you knew the man. It wasn’t a complete lie. You were sure you’d never met him but you felt like he wasn't just a stranger. 

You wheeled yourself to the edge of his bed, watching him in silence for a moment. Your hand twitched against your thigh, a need to reach out and grab his hand almost consuming you. After a while you allowed yourself to follow the urge. Your hand wrapped around his, squeezing it gently. 

Chishiya’s eyes fluttered open at the feeling of something around his hand. He looked down, searching for the culprit of the contact. His eyes fell onto your hand, his gaze following your arm until he was looking at you. He squinted against the sunlight, trying to force his eyes to focus on your frame. A small gasp left your lips as he looked at you. The memories didn’t come rushing back but before you could stop yourself your lips opened to whisper.

“Chishiya.”

The young man smiled up at you.

“You found me.”