#not push them slowly although there is that but like sure i can see that

[themoonlightfae]

Teasing to Please

Pairings: fem!Reader x Matz

Part of The So Unknown - The Spinoffs

Summary: You've been teasing Hongjoong relentlessly for a week. This comes back to bite you after a group date with Seonghwa, but let's be real: you're not sorry.

Genre: Vampire AU

WC (Total): 2,662

Rating: Explicit

Originally Published: 250519 on ao3

Tags: Under the cut

Tags: alternate Universe - vampire, plot what plot/porn without plot, safe sane and consensual, established relationship, teasing, orgasm denial, St. Andrew's Cross, pussy slapping, sensory play, bondage, light dom/sub, threesome - F/M/M, oral sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, squirting

You grunted as Seonghwa pushed you roughly against the wall of the garage, following you quickly to slot his lithe form against yours. You wrapped your arms around his waist instinctively as his lips met your own again. He nipped at your lip before delving his tongue into your mouth, gasping as you slid one hand over the growing bulge in his jeans and began to rub up and down his length.

Both of you stopped suddenly as someone cleared their throat loudly. You sprung apart to see Hongjoong standing there, holding the car keys in one hand and his bag with the other, a bemused expression on his fair features. 

“Couldn’t even wait five minutes?” He smirked. "Like horny teenagers."

“You say like you didn’t have your tongue down her throat at the drive in,” Seonghwa countered. “Let’s go watch Casablanca!” Seonghwa said in sing-song, making a face at Hongjoong. “"How much of the movie did you actually watch, Joong?”

Hongjoong was now looking a level of sheepishness that you hadn’t seen in decades, and you giggled. 

“He has a point,” you shrugged.

Your gaze flicked back to Seonghwa. “Although you’re far from innocent yourself. Between the two of you, I didn’t see the majority of the film. Just saying,” you added with a smirk. “The end credits were nice at least.”

“Hey, did Mingi text you back?” Hongjoong asked Seonghwa, apropos of nothing, and you raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa nodded, and you caught the wicked grin on his face before he managed to smooth it over. “We’re good.” 

Hongjoong sidled up to you slowly, and in that moment you realized that the two of them were eyeing you like a meal. 

“Little bird…” Hongjoong whispered. “What would you say to a little fun in Mingi’s newly finished playroom?”

You gulped, but the word was past your lips before you could think twice.

“Absolutely.”

A short while later, you found yourself lying between Hongjoong and Seonghwa on the bed in the playroom, all clothing long forgotten on the floor and their hands wandering every inch of your exposed skin. You already felt like a live wire under their ministrations, and they had scarcely touched you except to tease in every spot you wanted it most. 

“Is there anything off the table tonight?” Seonghwa asked softly as he dragged his lips over your shoulder. 

“Not that I can think of,” you told him, gasping as he nipped at you. “What did you have in mind?”

You peered back behind you to see that same demonic smile you’d gotten a glimpse of earlier, and your heart, though it had not beat in ages, dropped into your stomach all the same. It had been well over a hundred years since you'd come to be with these men, and they still drove you just as wild as they had when you had first started your relationships. 

“Hmm, I’m not sure," he said, his gaze almost bordering on cautious as he looked down at you. “So many options. Hongjoong? What do you think?”

You looked back to see Joong’s gaze extended beyond the bed, to the far wall where the St. Andrews cross stood. 

In all your years with the clan, Mingi had yet to strap you to it. You’d discussed it plenty of times, but Mingi usually lost patience easily these days, more inclined to cut right to the chase and fuck you senseless until neither of you could form any coherent thought. 

“I have a few ideas,” he said with a smirk. “Little bird…” 

“Hmm?” 

“Get up.”

You shivered. You moved instinctually to do exactly what he said, but then you had another, much more dangerous thought.

Oh. Oh god. Do I even dare? 

You zoned back in to see Hongjoong, now staring at you expectantly, one eyebrow cocked high. You gasped as you felt Seonghwa’s fingers digging into your hip. 

“Do what he says, darling. Now."

“Or what?” You asked before you could stop yourself, enjoying the butterflies in your stomach far too much as Hongjoong’s stare turned sour. 

“Ah-ah,” he tutted. “That won’t do.”

“Color?” Seonghwa whispered in your ear. 

“Green,” you answered quickly. 

Before you could register, the two of them had you on your feet and were marching you across the room. You shivered as the cool wood of the cross touched your skin. Seonghwa and Hongjoong made quick work of the bindings, and Seonghwa stepped forward, holding a blindfold. 

“Wait,” Hongjoong said, holding up a hand. “She’s being a brat. Wouldn’t it be better to know what’s coming?”

“No,” Seonghwa started, and stopped the second you started giggling. 

“Are you guys really gonna stand there and debate whether to blindfold me, while you have me strapped in here?” You snickered. “Seriously.”

“Fuck it,” Hongjoong said. “Blindfold her.” 

Once Seonghwa had the blindfold securely in place, you felt someone come near, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and you shivered. 

“You’re going to obey your masters tonight,” Hongjoong whispered. “Do you understand? No ifs, ands, and certainly no buts.”

You stifled a laugh, and you could tell he knew, as swiftly as his hand connected with your center— the slap wasn’t enough to hurt, but it certainly got your attention, and every other thought you had faded away as you felt wetness pooling between your legs, the sting of Hongjoong’s hand still lingering.

“Yes sir,” you nodded, though you had little intent to let them have what they wanted that easily. 

In the background, you heard Seonghwa muttering, and the sounds of things being moved around in a drawer. You had no idea what to expect— Mingi had told you that he had ordered many new toys for the clan’s new playroom, and you had not pried, wanting to be surprised.

You had also expected your first time in this room to be with Mingi. 

Trial by fire…

Seconds later, the prickle of a pinwheel grazed down the side of your neck, but it was gone just as quickly, and you whined loudly. You heard Seonghwa chuckle. 

“Hmm, I like the way you think, Hwa,” Hongjoong said smoothly. “Oh, thank you,” he added, and your mind was racing again, desperation at the forefront as you tried to decipher what they were about to do. 

A feather touch on your inner thigh made you yelp in surprise, and you tried to take deep breaths as it worked its way up your body, across and over your breasts, and back down. Meanwhile, Seonghwa continued to tease with the pinwheel— both of them seemingly hellbent on driving you insane as they teased you. They were certainly making sure to hit each and every sensitive spot they were aware of, and it wasn’t long before you were a quivering mess, so turned on you could barely stand it, your cunt nearly dripping. 

“So desperate to be touched, little bird?” Hongjoong asked. "You want a cock inside you, hmm? I can tell."

Well, yes, but that sounds like a trap.

You weighed your options quickly, and again decided on the one you knew would get a rise out of Hongjoong. The two of you had been teasing each other for days, and you’d made it your mission to be a brat, just for fun. It wasn’t your norm, but it was fun to mix things up once in a while. Especially when it got Hongjoong this riled.

Another slap to your center snapped you back to reality.

“I asked you a question,” Hongjoong hissed. “Color, love?”

“Yeah, I know,” you told him. “I heard you. And it’s green,” you said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders just because you knew it would drive him crazier. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Good? That’s laughable,” Hongjoong returned. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing this week, little bird. Pressing my buttons like you have.”

“Hey, at least I know how to work a large variety of buttons,” you shot back, earning another, harder swat to your sensitive folds. 

You heard Seonghwa giggling, and another sound of skin on skin, deducing quickly that Hongjoong had likely punched Hwa in the arm. 

“You are being quite naughty, my moon,” Hwa’s voice sounded in your ear, and you felt his body, so close to yours, and yet so far away. The proximity alone made your head spin, and you longed for them to touch you.

Can't give in now.

“Quite sure I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you replied. 

Seonghwa laughed softly, nipping at your earlobe before running just the tip of his long tongue down your neck. 

“Is that right? You mean to tell me that Hongjoong is just being dramatic? You haven’t been an unholy terror all week?”

“I hardly think ‘unholy terror’ is fair,” you scoffed. "A minor terror at best, maybe."

You felt Hongjoong next to you immediately, his lips back against your ear. You could feel the annoyance rolling off of him in waves, and you bit your lip. 

“Oh really? So you don’t think that edging me for an hour yesterday and then leaving me to my own devices was troublesome at all, hmm?”

“I mean,” you giggled. “ I had fun.”

You were getting a little tired of being tied up now, if for no other reason than you wanted just a bit to rest your arms. But you were too committed to the bit to stop being a brat now. You knew Hongjoong had been stressed; the newest move had not gone as smoothly as previous ones and he had spent many hours on the phone that week, trying to track down a significant amount of half the clan’s belongings. This combined with the normal pressure he always felt as the clan's leader had done a number on him.

It seemed your words were enough, however, and after a short whispered back and forth between your lovers, you found yourself untied. You reached for the blindfold, and Hongjoong tutted again. 

“Don’t even dare, little bird.”

“Don’t? Really? But what if…” Your fingertips brushed the fabric, and you could feel the glare he was giving you.

“Little bird…”

“Hmm?” You said sweetly. “You seem stressed, Joongie. Something bothering you?”

“Yes,” he said, as two sets of hands grabbed you roughly, all but dragging you back across the room, bending you over the bed. 

You felt hands on your waist, pulling you down slightly, as the head of a cock brushed against your slick folds. You were so wet it was almost embarrassing, and Hongjoong lost no time in aligning himself and pushing into you in one devastatingly hard thrust. A string of curses followed as he bottomed out, and he set a punishing pace at once, slamming back into you each time with a ferocity that left you breathless despite not needing to breathe at all. 

A split second later, nimble fingers undid your blindfold, and you were met with the sight of Seonghwa, sitting in front of you on the bed, legs spread, cock on full display and standing at attention, the tip angry red and leaking pre-cum. 

“Suck… him…” Hongjoong grunted. “If… if you want… to… come…”

It dawned on you what Hongjoong’s game was without him having to say a word, and you obediently ducked your head, taking Hwa’s cock into your mouth, inch by glorious inch. You brought one hand up to cup his balls as you did so, relishing the deep moan that came from Seonghwa’s throat as you worked his rock-hard cock with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he whined as you increased your pace. “Your mouth is absolutely sinful,” he added, and you peered up at him through your lashes as you grasped the base of his cock with your other hand, somehow managing to maintain your composure as Hongjoong continued to rail into you with strokes so hard they shook the bed. 

Your own release was building, the thrill of teasing Hongjoong combined with the teasing you’d received earlier leaving you incredibly sensitive, and you felt yourself tightening around Hongjoong’s cock. He stopped suddely, and you whined. 

“No,” he said, pushing inside you again and staying still. “Not yet, little bird. Not after you've been such a fucking brat. I thought I told you to obey.”

You ignored him, knowing it would just further irritate him, and concentrated on swirling your tongue around the head of Seonghwa’s cock. Moments later, Hongjoong began again, timing his first thrust just as you took Seonghwa to the hilt, causing you to choke slightly. Seonghwa fisted a hand in your hair, laughing to himself as he held your head still, now fucking up into your mouth slowly, that demon grin plastered on his face once more as he watched you drooling around his length. 

“Mmm,” Hongjoong grunted, his fingers digging into you hips with much more pressure now. “Fuck.”

“Mmhmm,” you murmured, grinning as best you could as Seonghwa shivered. You were still playing with his balls as you sucked him, and you could tell he was getting close just as quickly as Hongjoong was, as both their thrusts became messier, more erratic. 

Seonghwa was the first to come, and you swallowed every drop obediently, knowing that Hongjoong would never let you have your own release otherwise. 

As Seonghwa slumped back onto the bed, propping himself on his elbows, Hongjoong was muttering behind you, a mix of curses and moans, and with one final thrust, he emptied himself deep inside you, cock twitching as he came so hard that you heard him stifling his own scream of pleasure, other hand still gripping your hip tightly as he shook and shuddered against you. You mourned the feeling of fullness as he pulled out. You had been so close, and he hadn’t even noticed, not that you were upset. You had accomplished your goal. 

“So… good…” Hongjoong sighed. “But little bird, you didn’t come for me. That just won’t do.” 

“I volunteer as tribute,” Seonghwa said quickly, tugging you up onto the bed with him. You looked back to see Hongjoong was staring at the two of you, puzzled.

“Huh?”

“Ah, someone is behind on their pop culture studies again,” Hwa smirked as he laid you back against the pillows, settling between your legs. “No wonder you’ve been giving him such a hard time.”

“Don’t be mean to me,” Hongjoong whined, his demeanor much calmer now in more ways than one as he clambered up onto the bed to lay next to you, just as Seonghwa closed his lips around your clit. You shrieked, so sensitive that you could barely stand it, realizing no one had even touched the swollen bud until now. 

Seonghwa was making up for it quickly, however, and now it was your turn to pull his hair as he suckled at your clit, pushing three fingers deep inside you and beginning to thrust. Hongjoong was teasing your nipples, nipping and sucking in time with Seonghwa, and it wasn’t long at all before you were teetering on the edge once more, white-hot pleasure building deep in your core and threatening to overwhelm you. 

“Hwa,” you whined loudly. “Please… right there…” 

“Come,” they both commanded at once. 

It was a little unnerving how it seemed to work every time, yet you found yourself writhing on the bed anyway, screaming their names as you soaked the bedsheets with your own cum. 

“So good for us,” Hongjoong cooed as you came down from your high and Seonghwa settled on your other side. “Sometimes.”

“What can I say?” You giggled. “I aim to misbehave.”

“Heh,” Seonghwa snickered. “Bet he doesn’t get that one either.”

“What?” Hongjoong was staring at you quizzically once more. 

You glanced back at Seonghwa, and the two of you burst into wild laughter. 

“Hey! Stop making fun of me!” Hongjoong huffed. 

“Or what?” You retorted. 

“Keep it up and you’ll find out,” he whispered in your ear. 

Hmm. Challenge accepted. 

It was going to be a very long night.

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

every time you think something messed up can happen only in your country.....apparently we are all more alike then we think

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Honorably discharged partially disabled Simon, who swears he is perfectly fine and capable of doing everything himself. But it doesn’t really matter what he thinks says because Price sees differently. He sees the way Simon’s hands shake and how he’s started fidgeting when he’s never done that in the past, he can see Simon’s right side, the side that was crushed under rubble during an attack, he sees it shake and almost falter every time Simon puts even a little bit to much weight on it, but what worry’s Price the most is when Simon zones out and stops paying attention to his surroundings or whatever he’s doing. Not to mention now Simon has to go back and live in civilization, when all he’s known is military life since he was still a teen.

So although Simon claims he’s fine, Price gets him live-in-help, you. You’ve been with him the past week and although he rarely talks you’ve learned a few things. The blinds always need to be fully open unless he’s sleeping, he needs to be able to see what’s happening but it’ll keep him up when he’s trying to sleep, so they close at night. He gets very tense when he can’t see your hands, it hurts you a little to know he doesn’t trust you but you understand. He can't cook at all, unless you prepare food for him he’ll only eat a prepackaged dinner nothing else, of course that isn't healthy so you've started fixing him both breakfast and lunch which he accepts with a grunt but he doesn’t eat till you’ve started. He never takes off his mask around you unless he's eating and even still only up to his nose. Lastly you've noticed something always sparked in his eyes when you called him Simon, you haven't been able to figure out what it is so instead of risking offending him or something, you've stuck to calling him Ghost.

Price chose you for two reasons, you were quite, something he thought Simon would like, he was very wrong. It’s probably the oddest thing about him, he doesn’t like when you're super quiet you've learned it cause he doesn’t know where you are or what you’re planning the other reason is Price hired you is because you were a military nurse for quite a bit so you would always be there for Simon. This was something Simon actually did like it meant he didn’t have to leave his flat just to see a doctor, what he didn’t think about though was the cut and bruise on his face that he would have to remove his balaclava for.

“Okay Ghost” you paused not sure how he would react to having to take his mask off “I-i need you to remove your mask for me please” almost immediately he grunted out a why “because you have a cut and bruise on your face and I need to make sure it’s healing properly” Simon stilled completely for a few seconds before he slowly pulled the balaclava completely off. You took a second looking over his entire face before you brought your hand up inspecting the area “your bruise is completely gone” you whispered slightly surprised it had only been a week, you went to write it down but the moment your hand left his face he spoke up “it’s still ere, jus can’t see it” carefully your brought you hand back to his face to carefully push on his check “does that hurt” “bit” was all he grunted out, you hummed to yourself as you removed your hand and started writing, but had you been looking at him you would have seen the almost pout gracing his face.

Once you finally looked back up, placing your hand on his face “okay let’s finish this quickly” you say looking over his scar “I know I’m not that pretty but you ain’t gotta rush” he said in the quietest voice. You looked up into his eyes quickly only to find them looking back at you with what you could only describe as curiosity mixed with need “Gh-Simon that’s not what I meant, your very beautiful I just thought you wouldn't want me touching or looking at your face any more since you always hide it behind that mask” he never replied to you, just kept staring with that look in his eyes. Finally you peeled your eyes away, finished writing whatever you needed to in your book then you got up and walked away “I’m gonna fix us some lunch, okay Simon?” you called from in the kitchen already, and that’s when Simon managed to place the feeling he had been having every time he saw you. He liked you, he had a crush, a crush! “Simon?” You called again “yeah okay” he called back, he wasn’t gonna fuck this up, not when he thinks he might have found a new purpose in life.

pt 2 here

[simonbrain]

cw omegaverse, noncon touching, neglected!reader

you're slowly convincing yourself that your pack is trying to get rid of you. they've been acting off around you for weeks, and you aren't sure why you've been pushed to the side.

john snaps at you more often now, even during downtime when you're seeking comfort from your head alpha. the soft look he usually directs at you has been replaced by a scowl, and you're not sure if it's from the tedious amount of work and stress that weighs on his shoulders or if it's because you pop into his office every few hours to check on him. maybe you're just making it worse for him—you don't miss the way his face scrunches up whenever you appear in his doorway—so you visit him less often. hopefully he'll appreciate it if you take your sad, sour scent somewhere else.

which leads you to simon, who doesn't seem to notice you at all, not until you approach him first, and then you regret your actions when he greets you with nothing more than a grunt. there's that distant, eerie look in his eyes as he impatiently stares down at you, cocking his head to the side as your words get caught up in your throat. he's been easier to aggravate lately, and unfortunately his irritation doesn't evade you. you can't remember the last time you saw him this guarded around you—maybe when you first joined, although it wasn't this bad—but it still stings nonetheless.

"spit it out, peanut. i don't 'ave all day." your silly callsign rolls off his tongue less affectionately than usual, and you try to scrape up a reason to talk to him, as if being his mate isn't enough. when you finally ask if he's seen the other sergeants, he only scoffs and shakes his head, stalking right past you.

the blatant disregard from both your alphas has your chest aching uncomfortably and your throat winding up tight, but you walk off to somewhere else, wanting to find some dark corner so you can cry all of your frustration out.

you know you should be happy when you bump into your other two mates, grateful even. johnny crowds your front while kyle embraces you from behind, the two of them cooing at your weepy state and promising to make it all better.

but their touches are rougher than you want them to be, and kyle's grinding on you with more hunger than you can handle right now, and johnny's nosing down your neck, whispering promises of turning you pliant and brainless in a second, and you're growing more stressed each time they paw at your body as if you're just their little fuck doll—

you wrestle out of their grip and shove them both away before storming off to your room, leaving the two of them to simmer in the remnants of your stressed and upset scent, the sourness of it hitting them both at the same time. whatever heat they were feeling before is replaced with alarm, and when they try to follow you, you slam the door in their faces, choked-up sobs leaving your mouth as you slump down on your bed.

no one checks up on you that evening—not to apologise, not to see if you're okay, not even to ask if you're hungry. the smell of a distressed omega seeps out of the cracks of your door and wafts around your room, but no one comes. they must really not want you, then.

you tell yourself you're too needy. you're a strain on your alphas, always demanding their attention. you feel like an embarrassment compared to johnny, who, despite being another young omega, can get by with a simple pat on the shoulder, purring away in satisfaction. you're not levelheaded like kyle, or grounding like simon. obviously, if you were, your alphas would be all over you.

the nasty thoughts haunt your mind until you're quietly getting out of bed and walking down to john's office. you know you smell pathetic, but you keep your head down as you walk past other soldiers, who are no doubt pitying you right now.

still, you keep on walking. you need to tell john to break the bond, to rid the pack of you. it needs to be done, even as your heart squeezes painfully and you're close to letting out a sob.

you don't bother knocking, but when you walk in to the sight of kyle sitting on john's lap while simon and johnny stand on either side of their captain as they converse among themselves, you wish a hole in the ground would just swallow you up already.

john notices you first, but you don't catch the way his gaze softens at the sight of your weak state. you know that they all can smell the distress on you, but you try to steady your voice and wipe the tears that are beginning to form again.

"i want to break the bond."

four pairs of eyes zero in on you, and despite the tension in the room and the seriousness of your words, despite your anger and hurt, you can't help but relax slightly as the anxiety gradually melts away. finally, they're paying attention to you.

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 1 — SIZE KINK

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — capitano, wriothesley, zhongli, childe

— warnings. — fem! reader, size kink/size difference, dom/sub dynamics, childe is a lil mean and written like a casual fwb relationship, experienced zhongli

⚝ — CAPITANO

capitano's teeth catch your lip as his hips inject a chilling coldness into every rut of his cock pressing into you— in other words, they were calculated and controlled rolls of his length basically breaking your body into two pieces.

rolling your eyes back, you catch a glimpse of the heavy armor that has long since been discarded, practically ripped off his body, revealing the full extent of his massive form and muscles shining of sweat.

yet for some reason, there was no warmth in his gaze, never, even now, you see, with your arms wrapped around his neck and his grip on your waist, his look was devoid of any softness.

"i told you to endure it, take it," he commands sternly, his voice a low growl as he pushes into you again, this time making sure he could get an extra inch buried in you.

you flinch and moan at the same time, you're so fucked out of your mind you just want to cum already, but the size of him alone made you gasp and clench— it burned, yes, it felt stimulating, it felt like you're about to encounter an orgasm that could simply make you unable to walk for days.

but the way he handles you— no hesitation, no gentleness, every thrust sharp and vigorous, bursting like the freezing winter cold, as if the first harbinger was testing your limits without truly caring about them.

although somehow, despite his ruthlessness, he knows when to stop.

capitano knows exactly how far to push your body, as if he's memorized every inch of you, every reaction.

"take a big breath for me, yeah? you can take some more," perhaps he could become relentless when pleasuring you, merciless, but never cruel.

he fills you over and over, watching keenly how your pussy drenches him, and fuck, you can feel his eyes watching you, making you nervous— whether it was your hole gripping him, red and puffy begging for your break or your eyes admiring his stomach, he sees it all.

⚝ — WRIOTHESLEY

without haste, wriothesley wraps his arms around you, indulging in a strong and unyielding love as he presses you against him. right there, you feel it, you notice his breath against your neck— one exhale, the second one coming in shortly— he's hot, shaking, lips curved up in a smile as the gentle praises already began to spill from his lips.

"you"re so amazing, sweetheart, you know that," he groans, his voice a little shaky as you squeeze him into you, deep and gripping him into your cunt, "look at you… taking all of me aah— so easily."

his size was clearly overwhelming you, crushing you in ways you hadn’t thought were even remotely possible— although personally his words make it bearable, pleasurable as he smothers his length against your walls, the swollen flesh squeezing him so tightly— and fuck, the more you took of him the better it felt, the more, the better.

shit, you actually believe you've never been this horny for the duke before.

"you're perfect, so perfect, fuck—" he continues walking you through his clouded praises before one of his hands began tracing the slopes of your trembling body, "so tight, yeah… but handling me like it’s nothing."

he pushes deeper, filling you completely, the creaking of the mattress beneath you both only fueling the desire erupting from your very core as his hands easily guide you, ensure you to take him slowly, little by little.

you can take him, right? that's out of the question, but you find yourself wanting more, wanting to prove yourself to him.

⚝ — ZHONGLI

zhongli moves with the grace of experience fitting his intimidating size as your walls instantly pulsate around him, the torture of it being so full and burning between your legs, yet at the same time utterly fulfilling and euphoric.

truly, his amber eyes flicker with a quiet intensity, his body towering over you like a domineering shadow that you couldn't possibly get away from— and at this time, your mind turns blurry, entirely clouded by him and his pretty face.

"it'll be fine, you don't have to worry," he murmurs, his voice soft, "i know what you can take, always." no rush, no urgency— just the both of you.

well, his experience surely was obvious in everything he did, every slow thrust and your hole gradually getting used to him again.

how come he's so big but his massive form just fits so perfectly in you, every square of his cock filling you? zhongli wonders if you're actually made for him, however in this moment, he was preparing you for just how roughly he was about to ruin every fucking space of your walls.

his hips shift, fast snaps of his hips bouncing off your flesh, then pushing a little deeper— and the man was groaning into your ear because you see, zhongli loves how you squeeze him, how your legs shake against him and how your pussy made the wet, little sounds with every rock of hips.

⚝ — CHILDE

"what’s wrong?" even now, as desperate and fucked out as childe made you sound like, he teases you, his voice low as he inches in deeper, making you swallow another ruthless shove of his cock, "hey now, can’t handle it? want me to play with you a lil' more?" his tone was surprisingly light despite him ignoring his own need to cum and cum all over you.

yet the challenge he saw right before him was unmistakably delicious.

the man knew exactly how big he was, how much it affected you, how you always needed him to properly nudge and rub your clit or lap at your tits, suck and pull at your nipples to make the growing stimulation explode— or well, multiply.

yes, it's evident, his teasing antics were making him all the more attractive and you hated it, despised how ajax knew you got off on him being this way.

he gives another fast snap, the sheer stretch of him feeling like it was about to shut down your body as his hands greedily explored your skin. the torture of being so close to your climax, yet not knowing if childe would take it was driving you into madness.

ultimately, his palm settles above your stomach as he digs into it to not only, keep you right where he needed you to be, but also to make it even more pleasurable, until you're practically begging him to fuck the broad daylight out of your skull.

your legs quake, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging low, "you can take more,” he says, pushing deeper, "more, huh," he grinds faster, fucking you harder— you can, right? you've been suck a good fuck for him tonight, always actually, never failing to gasp into his chest so sweetly and stick to his core, your pussy red and swollen but so so full.

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[abyssyby]

maybe a turtle

— Kyros thinks his papa is a ghost, but he's not afraid. Wherever Sylus runs, his son will always follow.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: it's kyros's turn!! sylus & kyros!! >0< just wanna say thank you so much for all the love and enthusiasm youve been showing the little twins. theyre so so fun to write about, and im glad there are people out there who enjoy reading about them too. i hope you enjoy this one! ❀-urs

important heads up for context of this story: kyros is (my headcanon) 1/2 of sylus's twin boys. also around 4 years in this one! ᡣ𐭩 read kyros's twin's chapter here ᡣ𐭩

sylus & kyros | sylus x reader | angst, fluff, comfort, sylus's son showing him that there will always be people missing him, dad!sylus, mom!reader

Kyros is scarily quiet. With everyone’s world so bustling and busy, he is often overlooked when he is just standing there. Walking so slowly, his footfalls were silent on tile and carpet. Each step is planted on the ground with care and patience.

Dark crimson eyes open for observing rather than knowing. Still trying to learn the earth beneath his feet and taking his sweet, mellow time with its wonders. 

In his world: his brother Lucian is a fluttering bird, always moving, above the ground, and looming larger than his size. Coming down to make sure to tell Kyros all he sees. 

His big brothers Kieran and Luke are music, loud and harmonious. Bounding around him when they play, moving him and carrying him like a melody. Making him feel an immense joy knowing they are around. 

His mama is apple juice, sweet and comforting. Arms ready to take him in her embrace and sprinkle kisses over his cheeks like the sparkling bubbles in his sippy cup. Kind eyes and a pretty smile, enough to calm big feelings in his little heart. Make him feel safe.

And his papa is a ghost. 

Papa’s presence is carefully threaded into the tapestry of his day. When his eyes open, Sylus is already there to lift him out of his crib for breakfast. When he waddles up to his papa’s bedroom or office door, without so much as a knock, Sylus is already opening it and lifting Kyros up in his embrace. When he’s out of the house— papa’s music plays in the study, papa’s food is in the fridge, papa’s scent is on the couch. 

But papa has been busier these past few days, leaving early in the morning, returning too late at night for Kyros to run up to him at the door anymore. Although Sylus never leaves without sneaking into his bedroom to say goodbye with a kiss on his pudgy cheek or his hair, Kyros just thinks he’s hiding somewhere he cannot reach. 

And each day, he feels that absence. 

For the past few days, he’s asked, “Mama, where papa goes?” 

And mama says the same thing, “On a mission, angel.” 

So he pads over to the couch, on papa’s spot and waits. He wanders by his dizzy-spinning-CD’s and listens to his music. He nibbles on the cookies and crumbs he left in the meantime. Until he comes back. Until Kyros can find him again. 

Papa is a ghost and Kyros is constantly trying to catch him. 

But Sylus isn’t running away. So when he is caught, he submits to the whims of his little hunter.

“Got you.” Sylus startles at the voice. It was too late in the night for anyone in his family to be up still on a quiet weekend. He’d just gotten home from a mission across cities, ones that left his neck with a crick and his head aching with the incompetence of the people he was with. 

So it was a surprise to find Kyros out of the blue, in the dead of night, waddling into the study. Soon, he is climbing up on Sylus’s lap, slowly grabbing a crease in his shirt, hauling his body up the legs, and wriggling to right himself to sit upright. Wedging himself between his papa and his papa’s work. 

“Hello, Kyros.” Sylus says, lips already drawn to his head in a tender kiss. “‘Got’ me?” 

Kyros clasps his hands together, clapping like he was catching a bug. “Like dis.” 

“Mm.” Sylus pushes away from the desk and curls his arms around his son’s body, unconsciously drawing him against his belly. “Papa is a mosquito?” 

Kyros smiles a little, releases a breezy little giggle like wind chimes on a warm summer day. “No. Papa not mosquito.” 

Sylus’s heart flutters at the sound. “Then why did you catch me—“ he imitates the catching with one large hand. “—like this?” 

Kyros lingers on the metaphor a little longer. Watching his own hands open and close, distracted by how they move. Sylus notices and imitates the movement with him while he waits for a response. 

Finally, it comes when Sylus closes his hand around Kyros’s little fingers, drawing him back to the conversation. “Gotcha.” 

Kyros laughs again, prying large fingers off his hand and then patting them. Sylus asks again, wriggling his fingers over his happy, squeezed-crescent eyes. “Why did you catch me, angel?” 

Kyros catches his hand and hugs it to his chest. His tone is patient, like how you would explain how soup is meant to be cooled down before you slurp, but with the hint of you should know obviousness. “Is i’cause you quick, papa.”

“I’m quick.” Sylus nods, affirming his ideas. “Papa has long legs.” 

“I haves tiny-tiny legs.” Kyros runs with the thought. “And i’cause Kyros is slow.”

Sylus’s lips quirk. “Slow? My Kyros?” 

“A-huh. Like turtle.” he’s moving again, small hands petting against Sylus’s chest, head bobbing side to side to imitate a turtle’s scooting on the sand. 

“I see.” Sylus has seen you read the boys that book before bedtime. Lucian asked all the questions and acted out all the running. Kyros always just sat there and blinked like he was downloading your voice. “And is papa the hare?” 

He thinks a little, looking up at Sylus like he was picturing him with big ears and buck teeth. He shakes his head at the image. “No, papa is papa.”

“Ah,” Sylus tilts his head, considering. “I mean, is papa like the hare? Fast?” 

Kyros nods then, getting the semantics now. “Papa like’a hare. And— and like a horse. And a race car. And flyin' ‘Pisto.” 

Sylus chuckles something sincere, finds rest in his son’s voice listing the many fast things he is like. His presence was a calm rush of fresh water over his aching bones. It doesn’t even cross his mind that he snuck out of his bedroom past his bedtime. He just listens, breathes him in, grateful. For being a tether to follow back home from being someone other than papa. 

He’s here, he promises, he’s listening. Despite the way his arms begin to slacken around Kyros’s body. Despite the way his eyes droop slowly, and the voice he listens to sounds like it’s wandering further down a tunnel he cannot see the end to. Slowly being engulfed by the crackling fire in its hearth. He takes a deep breath, he’s listening… so close to sleep— 

“… and leave Kyros behind.” Ice runs through his veins. 

Bleary eyed, but alert, he blinks at Kyros in confusion. “What… what was that, Kyros?” 

Kyros is already staring up when he peers down. There’s a look on his face that resembles when he is about to get in trouble. He’d heard the tone of Sylus’s voice, and if his children are anything they are incredibly perceptive. 

So Sylus breathes, meets him where he was and tries again. “You think papa leaves you behind?” 

The look of guilt on Kyros’s face remains as he nods. He doesn’t know just why he feels bad for telling Sylus the truth, only feels that something has changed. The quiet isn’t so warm anymore, and papa is taking careful breathing breaths like he does when he’s a little scared. 

And Sylus slips, fall headfirst down a mudslide of his own painful thoughts. Suddenly, every moment with Kyros leading up to now is a focal point— why did he stay awake until he got back? why would he say these things if he did not feel it so strongly? why would he look so sad, so betrayed at the thought if it weren’t true? 

And the truth— Sylus is so used to being a shadow if not the wind, of smoke and feathers, of disappearing without notice, of leaving no crumbs to follow. Of being alone. 

Even after all these years, he still fails to remember that he is no longer who he was. No longer a beast in isolation, no longer a monster that is feared. 

Now, he is a partner, a father. And the people who look for him aren’t always trying to kill him. And the people who witness his absence do not celebrate it, but miss his presence. 

The people who need him now need him not for his wealth or his power or his influence— they just need him. To be present, to be loving, to be here.

And now he knows, he is told, that he might be failing at that too. He opens his mouth to speak— apologize, explain, fix, something—but Kyros beats him to it. 

“Papa,” Kyros says carefully. He’s sensed the turmoil. The way papa, again, has disappeared despite being here in front of him. He rises to his knees, reaching up to plant his hands on Sylus’s cheeks— just as mama does— and ushers him back. “Papa, wait for me.” 

Sylus is thrown another blow to the gut. Another world-shattering glimpse into the true meaning of his son’s presence here now.

Sylus doesn’t just disappear physically. He runs, sprints, shoots off emotionally too. Leaving his family for the tide of shame that consumes him. Leaving his son to wonder what he said wrong that made him drift away once more. 

“Kyros…” he swallows, voice so soft it breaks at the edges. Chooses words carefully. His large hands come up to cradle soft cheeks back as he whispers, “Papa is here. I’m here, angel.” 

Kyros’s face brightens at the touch. The way Sylus squeezes his face fondly. “Hi, papa.” 

His poor heart shatters. His eyes prickle and his nose burns. He overturns all the memories and things he's done in his life to deserve this— and helplessly finds nothing. And yet, here he is. He rasps, “Hello, Kyros.” 

“Papa waiting?”

“Papa waiting.” 

“Papa wait and—and Kyros catch.” Kyros pats his hands gently on Sylus’s cheeks this time, literally catching father’s rough edges in his soft, tiny palms. Unknowingly catching his unwinding sanity, his breaking heart, and his fraying soul too. 

It floors him, drives him into the ground in a harsh wreck. How once he held Kyros’s newborn frame in a cradle of his two hands. And now, somehow, Kyros holds the entire weight of him. 

And to Kyros, it feels like he weighs nothing at all. 

Sylus watches fondly. His son, with his eyes and his hair, but your determined expression. Your patience. Your understanding. Your forgiveness. Your love.

This gift, you’ve carefully poured into this boy, who now generously douses him with it. 

“Kyros will always catch papa?” his voice shakes when he asks, deft fingers brushing messy hair away from sparkling eyes. A hope. A wish. 

Kyros takes a while to answer questions only because he likes the thinking part of it all, but for this one, he answers immediately. “Yes. I good at it.” 

His eyes close and his breath returns to him. He bows his head in his hold; a dragon succumbing to his hunter. He agrees. 

Kyros is always looking enough to see, smart enough to notice, patient enough to understand, and slow— devastatingly and achingly slow enough for Sylus to realize and do the same, to feel the same. To be pulled into his orbit as a planet to the slow burning sun. 

The lump in his throat melts and trickles away. Feels a wound once poorly stitched—reopened, disinfected and bound together again with better trappings by smaller, gentler hands. 

Of which their owner is trusting because he knows nothing else. And his son proves time and time again that his failures in this life and the last or any other life before, does not equate to the man they see now. Does not carry over to his papa. 

Kyros asks for nothing, but for him to wait. To be caught. To slow down. To stay.

The tears fall before he even takes notice. He doesn’t pull away or hide. He practices what he is asked for. He keeps still, and tilts his forehead to make contact with his son’s. “Thank you, Kyros.”

Kyros presses back, unsure why papa is crying, but happy with his touch. His presence. Clumsy fingers wipe away salty tears, which Sylus’s lips chase with kisses. “You welcome, papa.” 

He vows then, in the tranquil bubble his son has created for them, that he even when he cannot figure out what he did to deserve him, he will be what he deserves. A ghost that can be caught. A hare that celebrates the turtle’s wins. 

“What can papa do for you, my turtle?” he scoops the little boy up by the armpits and lets him rest on the crook of his elbow. 

Kyros presses his nose to Sylus’s jaw and hums. An all too familiar action again from a bigger, more motherly source. “Apple juice, pease?”

“Before bedtime?” Sylus asks, voice lilting in amusement. Though he’s already pushing his chair back and standing, with every intention to deliver. 

Kyros blinks back, eyes mirthful and sparkling. Sylus’s chest caves, he is brought to his knees at the sight. His fingers come up to pinch full cheeks, having a mind of their own.

“Ma bub, pease?” Sylus laughs, loud and resonant, at your tactics of persuasion making their way to your children now. My love’s lips press adoring kisses to his temple. 

Kyros wounds his short arms around Sylus’s neck, giggling like he knows he is his powerful and untouchable father’s weakness. Ever grateful for his presence, a too big feeling for his too little body to make sense of for now. But it is there. 

The halls echo the sound of humming, deep and rusty— a practiced lullaby whose notes are bent and twisted, but perfectly aligned to the little ears that listen.

And Sylus walks slowly, his footfalls muted against the tile and carpet. Memorizing the current weight of his too-quickly growing baby against his chest, the warmth of his breath against his collar and the tenderness of his embrace. Ceaselessly chasing these moments so as not to miss a single one. Remembering to be still once he is there.

He clings just as much as Kyros does to this love— gentle, quiet, here— if not more.

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“Hate ‘ishuns!” Kyros’s voice pulls you from the trenches of sleep. You make a tired, inquisitive sound like you were simply lost in the conversation.

“Hmm?”

“Shh,” he is scolded. For a moment there is quiet again, and just the static in the air, and so you start to drift once more.

“No more ‘ishuns, papa,” Kyros harrumphs and now you open your eyes to the dim light. Beside you, Sylus is seated up against the headboard with Kyros on his stomach— both wide eyed and guilty.

You release a deep breath. “Apple juice, Sylus?”

Sylus winces at your tone. “He said ‘my love’.”

“and pease.” Kyros adds.

“We’ll go, sweetie,” Sylus offers, moving to scoot off the bed, bring their little late night conversation elsewhere.

He plants a kiss to your forehead, and so does Kyros. But neither gets far, for despite your sleep laden haze, your grip is strong on Sylus’s arm. “No. Stay.”

Kyros clears his throat.

You sigh fondly. “Please.”

And so they do.

✧˚ ⋆｡ prev: maybe a dragon (lucian) || read more with the little twins here || more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆｡

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦ㅤㅤ sim jaeyun

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝓲𝗣𝗧───𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

❪ 5O1O ❫ ｡ jake 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 𝑖𝑛 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌 ✿ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! making out, explicit sex, fingering, oral ( f ! receiving ), car sex, jake is a little crazy

﹙◜ᴗ⁠◝⁠﹚ first and last time writing smut, this was so stressful >< please be nice. the plot is silly .. jake is silly erm anyway a big big thanks to casey my baef for reviewing this or i would have never posted. happy reading !

OO1 I WANT YOU

jake first bumped into you during one of the university competitions. you both were volunteering for different contests, running around, and he quite literally bumped into you. apologies spun in the air and you were quick to brush it off, maybe because you were busy. it occured to him that you are very pretty.

second time, it was at the congratulatory dinner with the winners exactly two weeks later. you were incredibly happy, pouring drinks and helping others and he was incredibly curious.

third time, well— you were already in his bed. wasted, tired, satisfied, and it’s a scene that’s burned into his mind.

numbers were exchanged, you both agreed on fridays. although, it barely only stayed limited to fridays. you started calling him after your long and tiring labs and he would want a taste of you after his football coach would get on his nerves again.

the first time he was in your bed would be today. he offered to drive you back and you pulled him closer by his collar in the elevator.

you’re pretty sure you’ve made a mess out of your apartment while bumping into things and making your way inside. it doesn’t really matter though. with jake, every mess leads to something good.

“oh, jake!” you moan as he thrusts into you, arms on either side of your head. sex with jake was incredible. he was caring, despite having his long dick in your tight hole, despite teasing you till he had his fill before filling you up.

he fucks you nice and gentle and his eyes never leave your face, wanting to see every single expression, to watch you as you let out the sweetest, most alluring sounds.

“you close, angel?” he grunts as he fucks you slow and deep, with so much passion. you are a wanton mess and he can only chuckle at the muddle he has made out of you, leaving you speechless and fucked to the point you are only nodding furiously, digging your nails into him.

he can see the sweat on your forehead, making your baby hairs stick to your skin. he can feel you clenching around him— you’re still so tight after he has fucked you so many times.

he kisses your neck, right above your pulse, whispering in his low yet sugary voice as he pulls all out before inching all the way inside the very next moment. “come for me, doll,”

your eyes flutter shut as he pushes into you deeper, one hand finding its way to your clit as he elevates your pleasure.

you look unreal with moonlight reflecting off your skin. he is thanking the universe for making the power go out tonight because you look breath taking, and you have taken his breath away.

his tongue runs over your lips and then into your mouth and your moans echo through his mouth when he begins to kiss you slowly. you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. “g-gonna cum, jaeyun. . .”

“i know,” he breaths, feeling himself getting closer. he can feel it more than before when he glazes down at your body, all weak and hot, all because of him. it’s like a switch turning on in you when he looks at you like you belong here, and you come undone.

he pulls out with a grunt, pumping his cock on top of you before coming all over your lower stomach. he makes such a mess, although he doubts you would want it otherwise. the sheets are not a problem, he would make sure to help you clean them as a fair apology— not because he fucked you so hard you made a mess all over your sheets, but because it would happen again.

sometimes, you wonder if this is how it is supposed to be.

he immediately grabs a towel to clean you up. his actions are slow and soft and you let out a relaxed sigh at the way he trails his lips over your belly, tasting the remnant of him on his tongue. he goes further down and kisses the insides of your thigh, knowing just now it gets you all bothered.

his eyes find yours from down below, and you wonder why he looks at you like that while he wonders if you are aware that you are otherworldly.

he senses your breath even out and you slip into slumber. you are always the first one to fall asleep and he thinks it’s adorable. he covers you with a duvet, gaze refusing to leave you— who looks so angelic in the after glow, so spent, so blissfully unaware of the things you make him feel.

he guesses he should sleep on the couch but then he decides to stay and watch you longer. your eyes flutter during sleep in the most hypnotising ways and you look like you should be given everything you ever desire. you deserve to have all your wishes fulfilled, to be happy every second of life and never feel lacking. if it is the stars and moon that you want— stars and moon shall you receive.

jake realises this is the first time he has watched you sleeping for so long. he realises how lucky he is to see you like this, bare, open, content. he realises you deserve the entire world instead of some convenient sex a few times a week— the thought leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.

his heart beats faster and he can feel his fingers clenching involuntarily over the sheets. jake realises you deserve to be sought after every day, every hour, every minute, every second, and not only on days he wants pleasure.

he thinks he is losing his mind, but he feels like a sick bastard to reduce someone like you to just sex, when you deserve to be made love to with utmost care and passion.

a voice in his head tells him he is overthinking— you agreed to this, fully sober. but he still feels an ache in his heart when he thinks about the first time he had sex with you, and he winces at his sheer stupidity for landing you in this arrangement when you deserve better.

the soft rustling of sheets turns his attention to you as you turn, hugging the other pillow in your arms. your cheeks are squished against the soft material— so pure, innocent, like a fairy.

jake feels sick to his stomach.

OO2 IN WAYS MORE THAN ONE

jake feels like the worst man to walk on god’s green earth.

his head is spinning and he can’t stop thinking about the beautiful sounds you let out while he fucked you out of your head the other day— each memory making him feel guiltier.

it’s been three days since he has seen you.

three days of pushing and pulling, of his fingers hovering over your contact to give a call back, three days of holding at the single string of reason left in him.

he avoids walking by your classes, even taking the longer route in the scorching heat. he does a complete one-eighty when he sees you from across the cafeteria, making an excuse to his friends and hurrying out.

jake is absolutely going through it because you went to your birthday party and your pictures on instagram are turning him on. he almost considers unfollowing you but ends up liking your post instead.

he thinks about all the times he has fucked you and all the sounds you let out for him and almost jerks off in the washroom stalls— almost, because he slaps himself back to reality and goes back to having his face buried deep betweent the pages of his book, this time.

“i feel like shit,” is the first thing he says as soon as he plops down on the chair next to sunghoon, immediately going for the can of soda on the table.

“did something happen?” there’s curiosity, just not enough to make him look up.

but the sound of jake popping the can open catches his attention anyway, followed by a groan from the australian. “me and yn are fucking,”

a pause. sunghoon shrugs. he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that.

for one, you’re really beautiful. if he didn’t know any better, sunghoon would fuck you too out of sheer jealously. and two, jake goes off about you on a weekly basis and it doesn’t take a scientist to know that he might have a thing for you.

although, having sex with your crush on a friday to friday arrangement sounds way awkward for sunghoon’s liking. “oh? good for you,”

“no— no,” jake leans over the table, really engrossed in telling his friend why this is the biggest sin he could’ve ever committed. “this need to stop. she deserves something proper, more than just convenient sex,”

and the latter can only furrow his brows at his words. jake might just be the first person to complaint about this. “is it that serious?”

“it is! she deserves more— better,” he is firm, adamant. there’s an extra emphasis on the way he says better, and he says it so condensingly as if he knows he cannot provide you with that, or maybe he is too scared too.

“does she?” sunghoon scoffs. “or do you want more?”

more.

he does like the sound of that.

jake would never admit it to you, maybe it’s fear, or maybe he doesn’t want to look like a loser in front of you.

he thinks you look the prettiest when you’re basking in the afterglow, hair sprawled over his pillows. when your lips are swollen from all the kissing, when you’re exhausted and too far ruined for another round— jake thinks you might be an angel.

when you asked him if you could stay over for the first time, he wondered if that was even conventional. is that a part of this arrangement? but he ignores that question, immediately grabbing a tshirt for you from his cupboard.

and now on nights you stay over, he stays awake fixing your blanket to make sure you aren’t cold. he can’t sleep— his heartbeat is way too loud on his ears. on nights like those, he fights back the urge to brush his knuckles over the soft skin of your cheek, to gently run his fingers through your hair and kiss you good night on the forehead.

on nights like those, jake wishes there was something more; but then the sun rises and you are gone— the cycle continues.

sunghoon stares at him from his peripheral. watching his friend zone out occasionally isn’t really new, and he taps his pen on the table to get him out of the trance. “i asked you a question,”

“oh, right— uh,” there’s hesitation, jake is thinking. “i’ll see you later,” and then he scurries off out of the study room with a newly found realisation.

sim jaeyun is terrible, terrible at self control.

it’s no news, just a touch from you gets him worked up. it’s a doucious sin, neither of you mind it. study sessions are an excuse, if anything. jake knows you aren’t any better. you can’t wait until fridays and honestly— he wouldn’t mind eating you out any day despite trying to be the voice of reason between you two. but jake, jaeyun, the way you say it, so sweet and breathlessly, the way you chant his name when he has you spread out on the farthest table in the library, when he’s pounding into you and you’re biting your lips to muffle any sounds— it’s heaven.

but back to him and his self control, absolutely terrible.

jake turns like a firefly to the light when he hears your voice. you have him enchanted, like a moth to a flame. he sees you walk out of your lecture hall and he is gone, tranced.

you look like an angel, you are an angel, irrevocably so. maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t seen you in four days— his fault for avoiding you and now it’s coming back to bite him— but you look so incredible.

“hi, jake,” he thinks you are calling his name or maybe, it’s just his mind playing games, until you wave your hand in front of his face and bring him back to reality.

“hi,” he huffs, already breathless by the sight of you in your outfit. he doesn’t think he has seen you in that before and he is thanking every deity up there for letting him witness the sight in front of him.

“you good?” you raise your brows, you words once again get him out of his trail of thoughts. your voice is the only thing grounding him to reality and the sight of you is making him lose his mind— it’s everything that’s making him so crazy.

“yeah, very,” and he is ogling you in that outfit, undressing you with his eyes and barely even trying to hide it. god, he can feel himself getting hard just by looking at you. “you don’t know what seeing you in that does to me,”

he says it like a sinful secret, you’d be lying if it doesn’t rouse you a little. his gaze alone does the magic, already having your mind visiting places that would be deemed inappropriate by the code of conduct of your university.

“is that your way of saying i look beautiful?” you don’t let up. god, you are the death of him, looking him in the eyes with dirtiest innuendos, and jake would gladly die in your arms.

“yes. you look so beautiful,” he runs his eyes over the empty hallways before whispering against the shell of your ear. “it’s taking everything in me to not rip that off you,”

and jake doesn’t waste another second before pulling you inside the janitor’s room with him. he is quick with his hands, pushing you up against the door before kissing you hungrily.

it’s insanity how he works you up easily, like he knows you inch by inch. what you like and what you don’t— like having him kiss you messily while grinding his hips against yours— an action that takes you to heaven and back.

he feels your fingers trace over the back of his neck, making him shudder, and he is deliberately letting out a long exhale against your ear. he knows you are impatient, gosh, you always are, despite trying to be so calm and composed, only to be reduced to a puddle by just a few nips and kisses.

“so fucking pretty—” he whispers, pressing kisses along your cheeks, trailing them down to the corner of your lips just so he can hear how adorably you whine when he stops short.

he knows he is dragging this out, it’s evil but he loves it when you’re needy. he plants open mouth kisses against the column of your neck while undoing the buttons of your blouse. and he does it exactly the way that would get you worked up— slow, deliberate, teasing as his fingers brush over your breasts.

his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin while his hand pushes down your bra and trails down to your breasts as his thumb starts to circle your nipple. you clutch onto him, barely able to speak anything except. “jaeyun,”

“yeah,” he responds, grinning against your neck. he loves the way you say his name, like a prayer, like your life depends on it. “got a class after this, pretty?”

you can barely make out his words, only focusing on the way he slides his hand under your trousers, feeling the damp spot on your panties before pushing the flimsy cloth aside.

“yes, but it’s— oh, jake,” your words are cut short by a gasp when his finger finds your clit, and he grins at how you spread your legs instinctively.

“gotta keep that in mind,” he mumbles before capturing your lips in a rough kiss, half because he loves the feeling of his lips against yours, half because you do have a tendency to get loud when he’s working you out with his fingers.

his thumb rubs gentle circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves, barely giving you what you want. he drinks in every single moan and whimper that dances off your lips while your eyes are closed in bliss— he thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever been.

your voice is honeyed— needy and saccharine and breathe— and it has his mind fogging up in admiration. your head is thrown back against the door while he continues his ministrations, flicking your clit. jake could die happily in this very moment and he would have no complaints.

this is everything he desires for yet fears, just being with you makes his heart race in inexplicable ways. the way you’re drowning in pleasure and need, so lovely— it breaks his heart knowing this is only about sex.

his mind registers your moan when he sweeps his index finger across your clit but he is far too lost in his head to focus on anything. you deserved to be treasured, to be loved, like the precious thing that you are. you whine and roll your hips to meet his hand, eager for more, only for him to rip his fingers out.

“jake—” you’re pleading nonsense while clinging to him, but he is already mumbling apologies and fixing your outfit like this was never meant to happen.

“i’m sorry,” there’s a crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that paints confusion all over your face.

“what?” you are still out of breath and in disbelief, not sure if it’s because of his words or because he left you undone for the first time in three weeks.

and jake, hell, he sees the desperation in your eyes. he knows you need him; and he can give in with the way his cock is straining inside his pants but the ache in his chest is far more and worse.

he knows you deserve to be worshiped all over, to be kissed over your skin and told sweet nothings, to have someone who says your name like a chant. you deserve the entire world, instead of some weekly sex that you both are hiding from the entire world like a sin.

so, jake simply walks out of the door once he has fixed your clothes, saying just three words that leave you perplexed. “you deserve better,”

OO3 IN ALL WAYS THAT MATTER

i’m sorry.

you scoff to yourself.

you deserve better.

and you do it again, this time in disbelief. you flip the pen in your hands, barely paying attention to the material in front of you. for a second, you wonder if this was a joke, although nothing about it was funny. especially now the way jake left you high and dry in the janitor’s room a few days ago.

maybe he is conveniently and very politely trying to tell you that he doesn’t want to have sex with you anymore, hoping you aren’t offended— you do feel quite offended, actually.

jake had no complaints before this and you certainly don’t either.

you both work together just fine, having flexible schedules, communicating actively— well, except now— great in bed ( you would give yourself that. ) you don’t know when you grew a habit of sleeping over at his place, maybe it was when you started waking to the fragrance of freshly prepared food.

you don’t even know if this was a part of the deal. ‘i can’t leave you starving after last night,’ he what he would say as an excuse. it was awkward at first, then you started to find it fun, except when you two almost missed a test because you both got a little too busy in the kitchen.

he is handsome, sweet, kind, and generous with aftercare. he treats you like porcelain after ravishing you all night, like you’re something precious. he is good with his fingers and really fucking great with his mouth. it would be greedy to ask for anything more than having his face buried between your thighs on a weekly basis.

you try to think what you could have done wrong, only to end up with your hands devoid of an answer. you sometimes catch his eyes while passing by his lecture halls— he sits in the front— you don’t understand why he looks at you so much yearning while also running away from you.

no matter which way you think, you can’t find a rational explanation for everything he said to you three days ago.

you recognise jake’s perfume like the back of your hand. it’s woody with oud, oddly fitting for him. sometimes, you wake up with his scent lingering on your skin and it provides you a weird sense of comfort. your eyes follow his movements as he walks inside the library.

you almost wait for him to notice you and say something but he doesn’t. you wonder if he is ignoring you and end up calling out to him yourself. “fancy seeing you here,”

“oh, hi,” and he quite literally freezes at your voice. his heart only beats faster the longer he stares at you. you are angry, a little hurt, he can see it in your eyes. i’m sorry, he wants to say, but he chickens out like usual. “i’ll just— ”

“you’re avoiding me,” you retort, not wanting him to leave you hanging like the last time.

“i’m not—” and he defends himself, only to be cut off by your sharp words.

“stop lying, jake,” he figures that you are really mad, more than he expected you to be.and you wonder if this is even that serious— you two are literally just fuck buddies, but you still find yourself continuing. “you’re ignoring my calls and not even replying to my texts,”

an eerie silence follows. you’ve barely known him for a couple of weeks and can still tell that this is not jake— quiet, lost, speechless, with a gaze that meets everything but your eyes.

“sorry,” is all he is able to say. he does feel guilty. heck, more than he did while trying to fuck you in the janitor’s room. jake feels like the worst guy ever, all because of this stupid situation he got you both into.

it’s stupid, you conclude. you don’t even know what you’re upset at. if it’s his words from that day, his unexpected apology or the fact that he walked out on you in the middle of whatever you were doing, without explanation. “if you don’t want to have sex with me anymore, that’s fine—”

“i never said that,” his voice is firm and his next words are determined, like they’re the only ones that matter. “i just said you deserve more,”

“but i am content with this!” you almost want to throw something. jake is refusing to have sex with you because he thinks you deserve better— it feels straight out a poorly written script of a movie. “i’m happy with what we have, i don’t want to be greedy,”

“no, you should be greedy,” he is adamant, shaking his head and all. “you’re amazing— wonderful, you deserve better than some empty sex every week,”

no, you can’t be stupid— he is.

it would be the first time in the history of any friends with benefits arrangement that this is happening. you realise that you can go on for hours about how you are happy with him fucking you every week and he would still refuse respectfully, telling you that you deserve better.

you don’t even think you are mad anymore, just amused. despite his serious voice, you find yourself biting back a giggle at his slightly red face. he’s standing in front of you, arms crossed, actually frowning and fighting for your supposed loss in this arrangement which was mutually agreed upon.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d assume this is your bad attempt at flirting,” you manage to chuckle and he is already pulling out a chair next to you.

it’s like his breath gets caught up in his throat and he is tapping his finger on the table just as fast as his heartbeat. “what if it is?” maybe, he is just taking your chances, maybe he’ll end up making a fool out of himself— it doesn’t matter anymore.

“jaeyun,” you whine, your fingers pulling on his soft locks when he draws his finger inside your wet hole, almost chuckling as you arch your back off the seat.

“didn’t even do much yet,” he scoffs mockingly, head slanting forward until you could feel his breath against your folds. “you’re already that fucked out?”

it’s your fault, clearly.

you shouldn’t have tried arguing with jake in the middle of library, definitely shouldn’t have tried to rile him up by trying to stroke him through his pants while he was trying to focus on his studies so desperately.

you knew acting up would get you in trouble and you have quite literally landed in the hands of trouble itself— in the backseat of his car with your legs spread open— although, you doubt you would have it any other way.

“oh, shut up—” you huff, still having a little bit of attitude and honestly, jake finds it cute, but so is everything else about you.

you make a throaty cry when he adds another finger, closing your doused eyes when he places a tender kiss on your clit. he’s doing it with practiced ease, knowing you inside-out like anyone else. you’re breathing in deep and exhaling sharply while he strokes your sloppy wet cunt with the tip of his tongue.

he hums satisfactorily at how good you taste. it’s like drugs and he is addicted.

“jake,” you let out a whine, riddled with impatience. “please,”

sometimes, you ask yourself why you are unable to say anything except his name and desperate plea when he has you like this. as if on cue, he presses a few feather light kisses over your dripping folds and hooks his hand under your thighs to pull you closer, already aligning himself at your entrance.

“you’re so beautiful,” he teases his tip at your entrance, adoring your chest with light kisses that are ever so gentle. “so, so, precious,”

you wrap your arms around his neck almost like you don’t want to let him go. he is teasing you and it’s too good and too painful, all at once, and you can only let out a breathy “jake—”

“i want you so bad, baby,” and jake would rather die than keep you waiting. so, he inches into you slowly, head finding your neck instantly as you squeeze him tighter than the last time he fucked you. “in ways more than one,” he whispers a breathy confession, pressing his nose against the side of your neck. “in all ways that matter,”

he wonders if you realise that your heartbeats are in sync.

he lets out a soft groan, drawn and breathy as your walls squeeze around him with each thrust. you whimper when he hits a certain spot and he only lets out a low moan when you suck him deeper.

“fuck—right there, jaeyun!” you’re breathing much more erratic now, raising your hips to meet his. and jake wonders if you know how you get him going when you call him that.

it’s just his name, someone would argue, but the way you say it, so sweet and desperate, coated in your lovely voice.. he likes how it rolls off your tongue. you say it like it’s your right and it is— he is your jaeyun.

he speeds up his thrusts when he feels you getting closer. he pulls away from your neck and loses himself in how ethereal you look, the glow of your face surpassing the stars.

you tug him by his hair pull him into a kiss. he kisses you carefully, unlike his hips pounding into you. his lips move with tenderness, with adoration, and he pulls back to look into your eyes. “go on a date with me, darling,”

“what?” you’re not quite sure if you heard that correctly. you could very well be out of your mind, considering how he is fucking you brainless.

honestly, you can barely think about anything, too busy thinking about how good his cock feels inside you, the way he is moving. he angles his hips better, just the way it would make you come, and you let out a cry.

“i want to give you— fuck —better,” you know it just by his voice that he is close, with the way he moves inside you so desperately. “andnif we’re gonna keep fucking, you have to go on a date with me first,”

and it makes you laugh at how he is so determined to ask you out even in this state, when either of you can barely think, only breathing and groaning heavily. your walls spasm around him as you let go with a whine and he follows with a loud grunt. he presses his forehead against yours, continuing to slam his hips into you and fucking you both through the orgasm.

he slumps on top of you when you both finish, catching his breath. his eyes are closed and he plants a kiss on your temple when he feels you nuzzle in the crook of his neck.

“what if it doesn’t work out?” you finally manage to whisper after a while, not sure if you are scared or just stating a possibility.

but jake sees right through you, as always, pressing soft, gentle kisses on your cheeks with the sweetest smile. “not a chance,”

[monsterfuckerpillowprincess]

Every year, your village sacrifices a young woman to the orc tribe so they won’t raid them like they’ve done to so many other surrounding villages. To some, it’s a great honor to be chosen to ensure the safety of the village, but most go kicking and screaming. Nobody knows what happens to the young women because they are never seen again. Still, rumors persist. Some say the orcs slice them open and eat them right there on the altar. Others say they force them to become servants in the homes of the higher-ups. A few even whisper that they impregnate them.

That last one is what intrigues you, so while the village elders bicker among themselves over who to choose, you slip away into the forest and make your way to the sacrificial altar. It’s a large stone table with runes carved into the sides and shackles at the four corners for the hands and feet. You strip down and lay yourself willingly upon it and wait.

Soon, you hear rustling. Your heart pounds in your chest. A moment later, orcs begin to emerge from the surrounding woods. Ten, twenty of them, all with green skin covering their bulky frames. Tusks protrude from their jaws. Their long black hair is pulled back into braids and ponytails. Some of them are shirtless and have tattoos inked into their skin, status symbols from their conquests, you’re sure.

They form a solid wall around you, and the biggest one with the most tattoos stands at your feet. He wears nothing but a loin cloth over his bulging crotch. He surveys you thoughtfully for a moment.

“They have not retrained you?” he asks.

“I came by myself. They didn’t force me,” you tell him.

He tilts his head curiously. “No one from your village has ever offered themselves to us willingly.”

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“No, no, little one,” he chuckles, running his large, calloused hand over your body from your breasts down to your thighs. “We’ve got something special in mind for you.”

He presses the heel of his other hand into his crotch, giving his bulge of firm squeeze, then he pulls his massive cock out and strokes himself to full hardness. You’ve never seen one so big before, much less taken one. With hands that completely encircle each leg, he pulls you closer to the edge of the altar and pushes them apart. He lets out a low growl when he sees that you’re already wet.

“Such an eager little human,” he says as he strokes his thumb through your wetness, up to your clit, and back down again. You gasp when the thick digit slips inside you.

All around you, the others growl and paw at their crotches, leaning in for a better look, their hot breath on your face like a herd of bulls gearing up to charge. They can’t wait to get their chance with you, but this one, who appears to be the leader, gets to go first.

You are completely unprepared for the size of him as he forces your legs further apart and plunges his massive cock inside you. A cry rips its way from your lungs as he relentlessly fucks you, reaching depths you never thought possible.

“That’s it, little one, let them all know how good it feels. Show them how well you can take it.”

It hurts a bit at first, but your body adjusts and soon, you are arching up into him, clawing at his thick biceps and broad shoulders. His body is easily twice the width of yours. He makes you come faster than you ever have before, but he doesn’t let up.

“She’s such a sensitive little thing,” one of the others laughs.

“I bet she’s never tasted orc cock before.”

“I’ve got something she can taste.” You look towards the voice and see one of them with his cock out, slowly stroking it as he watches.

It isn’t long before the leader lets out a roar as he empties himself inside you. After he pulls out, the orc to his right yanks you over to him and plunges into you before any of his come has a chance to escape.

They pass you in circle around the altar like a toy, each one taking their turn with you. Cock after huge cock filling you up, firm hands pinning you down, although there’s hardly any need for it. Some of them toy with your clit just to watch the way you squirm and whimper. You lose track of how many times you come. Before long, you’re weak and trembling with oversensitivity, but you have no choice but to lay there and take it. You get pumped full of so much come that it drips down your thighs and some gets splattered across your stomach.

Once they’ve each had their turn, the leader takes a smooth stone from his pack. “You wouldn’t mind holding this for me, would you?” he says before shoving it inside you. You gasp softly. “Stay here.”

As your breathing evens out, you watch them set up a fire a few feet away and the smell of roasting meat soon reaches your nostrils.

Just as your stomach is starting to rumble, one of the orcs gets up and comes over to you and holds his hand out between your legs. “Give me the stone,” he says. You obey and push it out, and it is immediately replaced by his cock.

Your cries of pleasure mix with cheers from the campfire.

“Give it to her good!”

“Just leave some for me.”

Several of them come back for seconds. For hours it seems like, it goes on like this. For hours, they feast and fuck, and in between rounds, they stuff the stone back inside you to keep their come from seeping out.

Finally, the leader gets up and comes back over, but instead of asking for the stone, he helps you up and wraps you in a blanket and carries you over to the fire, where he sits cross-legged and perches you in his lap. He passes you a leg from whatever beast they’re roasting, and you chew into it ravenously.

“You see, she has a good appetite, too. That bodes well for bearing our young,” he says proudly.

“She’s a pretty one, too, isn’t she?” asks another one of them.

“She is. Very pretty,” says the leader, stroking your hair. “I think I’ll keep her.”

[writing-mlm]

How about scarlet witch male reader during the invincible war? Like all the invincibles lost their reader and their kids(billy and Tommy or you can make up kids) and it's different headcanons on how the variants react when they see reader protecting his and mainstream marks kids and basically it's the "you're just as beautiful as the day i lost you" trope and you can include nsfw if you want to

Invincible Variants finding bf!reader and their kids + you’re just as beautiful as the day I lost you trope

tags/warnings: they’re less so headcanons and more like connected blurbs, uh reader doesn’t have a handle on their powers so it’s hardly shown, canon-level things, although I quite like this concept

Variants shown: Omni-Mark, Mohawk Mark, Sinister Mark

Background

“So,” Rex was drunk, his speech slurred, and his body slumped against Rae as she nursed her own beer. “If you have this… chaos magic and can do anything—“

“I can’t do anything,” You blinked, moving your beer to the side and Rex tossed his head back, groaning. “I have limits and I’m still practicing—,”

“Don’t!” He holds his finger up to your lips, which you quickly smack away. “Interrupt me,” Nodding, you look at Mark who’s snickering into the rim of his cup. Kicking his ankle, he forces himself to stop laughing. “So, can you create kids for you and Mark?”

“Huh?” You blink again, turning your ear closer to him because you’re sure you didn’t hear him right. Unfortunately for you, you’d heard him right and even more unfortunately, you were tipsy enough to actually try. The four of you shot the shit, brainstorming names and genders before settling on twins: a girl and a boy, Terra and Ryan. 

“How does this work?” Mark asked and you shrugged, staring at the blankets laid out on the table.

“Focus,” Rex nodded as if he were an expert, pressing his fingers to his temple to really sell it. “Combine your DNA with your magic and do it.” Rolling your eyes, you did as he said for two minutes. Humoring him. Only, it started to work. Like actually work. And soon enough, you were staring at two crying babies on the dining room table. 

“Holy shit.” 

Omni-Mark

He’s actually the first one to find you, believe it or not. Sure, he had his own secondary goal but this… you and the twins, you were going to be the first on his list every time. 

You hadn’t gotten the news yet, you’d been at a doctor's appointment when Eve called you. Apparently, there are Invincible’s around the globe, killing people and leveling entire countries. Mark was headed to a prison and he called you next, begging you to go home but you told him you’d pick up Debbie and Oliver. He agreed and you set off, carrying them in a twin carrier rather than the stroller you’d come with. 

You were about halfway to Debbie’s place when a red cape covered your vision and you flew back, your hands instinctively covering your children’s heads. 

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you,” It was Mark’s voice but it wasn’t him. His hair was different, his suit was red and white, and the way he spoke wasn’t like Mark. You slowly backed up, your hands slowly growing red. “Don’t be like that.” His voice is level as he inches closer and reaches out to grab Terra. You push him back and create even more distance. 

“Touch my kids,” You warn. “And I’m going to kill you.” He rubs his chest a little, his suit a little charred from your magic and tilts his head. 

“They’re our kids.” He corrects. “And I won’t lose you again.” He flies forward and you fly down, holding the twins heads so they wouldn’t slip out from the carrier and turn around. He’s barreling towards you now so you swipe him away. At this point the twins are crying and he stops midway back to you. “You’re hurting them, stop this,” He switches tactics, holding his right hand out to you, floating slowly. They feel heavier for some reason and their crying grows louder. 

You glance down at them—

“Big mistake,” He’s behind you, his arm around your neck and lips against your ear. “I’m not losing you, again.” He repeated while you calm your breathing, looking around in the sky as if the answers would be there. His left hand reaches down to Ryan, stroking the baby’s head and the crying slowly stops. 

“See,” He cooes. “They miss their daddy, right, Ryan?” Ryan laughs, reaching up to grab his finger. “Let’s go. I’ll keep you safe.” Slowly, the arm around your neck drops and he grabs your hand, pulling you after him. He doesn’t look away from you as he flies, smiling as if he’s won. Your heart skips when you see Invisible flying over but as he crashes into this Mark, you realize he’s also not your Mark. 

You take the opportunity to fly away, going as fast as you can without injuring the babies. 

Sinister Mark

He’d gotten Omni-Mark distracted enough that he changed courses and went to fight this world's Mark and Eve. While it wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about the three of you, of course he thinks about the three of you. It’s just… the mission comes first. But he’s not going to pass up the opportunity when it shows up to him on a silver platter. 

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you,” You spin around, seeing the yellow and black suit floating less than three meters away. “Y’know, I killed Eve for what she did to the two of you.” He looks at you, raking his hand through his hair before he laughs. “The plan was just to paralyze her, y’know, but,” He shakes his head as he remembers, acutely aware that you’re backing away. 

“She just had to shoot that support beam,” he says, looking at you, smiling. “And it won’t happen again. Come home, please.” He holds a hand out, floating closer inch by inch. 

“Stay away,” You tell him and the smile drops immediately. You’ve never fought with the babies in your arms, your fighting style isn’t suited for this. Mark often says you fight as if you’re indestructible, flipping and flying with little regard for anything else because you can just fix whatever you break. But you don’t know if you could… you hold their heads as they whimper, about to start crying. 

“Just stop fighting,” He huffs. “I don’t play games, you know this.” 

“I don’t know you!” For a moment his face darkened, as if it’s clicking that you’re not his you. You aren’t from his world. 

“But you did and you will.” He insists and flies towards you. You fly away, throwing magic behind you whenever you feel him getting too close. Some of the hits land but you can tell most of them only rile him up more. You fly over fights, dodging falling buildings and eventually make it to your Mark. He’s at a prison, fighting another variant of himself. Well, he had been. The one with the mohawk is lying on a pile of rubble.

“(Y/n),” Mark holds your face as you land. “What’re you doing here? It’s not safe?” He checks over the kids and you shake your head. 

“There’s a bee you following me,” You inhale, looking back and see him getting closer. “There was another— they want the kids? I don’t… I don’t know. I can’t fight with the twins on me.”

“And they’ve grown,” He comments, eyeing them before shaking his head. “Get to the safe house or the GDA, I’ll meet you there as soon as possible, okay?” He kisses you and the twins' heads before taking off into the air. Watching as he crashes into the one that had been chasing you, you take a moment to check on the twins. And yeah, it looks like they’d grown a couple of months in the span of a few minutes. 

Mohawk Mark

“So, you’re here too?” You don’t even look back at the Mark with a mohawk and take off into the air. It amuses him, to your surprise. His laughter catches up to you as you make it the distance from the prison. Eventually, he’s in front of you, licking the blood from his lip and a shine in his eye growing as he sees the twins.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you,” He grins, his lip quivering as he holds back his true emotions, masking it with glee. His eyes dip down to the twins and he smiles, holding his arms out and making grabbing hands— they don’t reciprocate. Clinging to you as their carriers gets heavier. They’re growing again. You look down and they look like they’re at least a year old. 

“Eh, fu— frick it,” He shakes his head, covering his mouth before he cursed in front of the twins. “Screw Angstrom and his mission, let’s run away together! Be a family again.” 

“We’ve never been a family,” You correct, squinting. “But what is Angstrom’s mission?” He waves his hand dismissively. 

“Something about ruining Invincible's name. I don’t care, I wanted to destroy this world but now, I want my family back.” He rushes forward and before you could react, he’s holding your face. It’s tender but not in the way you’re used to, it repulses you. “I’m not losing you again. Any of you.” The babies start to fuss, feeling the tension in the air. 

“You’re scaring the twins,” You tell him and he pulls away, checking them over and accidentally wiping his blood on Terra’s cheek. You inhale, raising your hand but before Bolt knocks him away. 

“Go!” Knockout encourages as her team jumps the Mark you’d been talking to. You nod, flying towards Debbie, praying that was the last variant you’d be seeing.

[anastasiabowe]

“𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗜𝗚!” — KNBmen and how they comfort you and work you down on their big cocks.

note: Enjoy!

Content warnings: Praise, piv, pain kink, dacryphilia, big dick, head, choking, cum swallowing, anything else!

★ — KAGAMI

Kagami is VERY gentile. He cannot and WILL NOT hurt you. He just can’t do it! Sometimes his personal needs get the best of him, but he makes sure you beat him up afterwards.

Kagami prefers if you take the lead only so you can take your time and use your dick as much as you want. He likes when you can just be comfortable and happy!

Although he hates you being in pain, he can’t help but get a little turned on knowing his cock is like a spear that is plotting you open- hey, it might be a weird kink, but he’s happy he is more than enough for you!

“Good girl.” Kagami groaned as you slowly lowered down on him. Your legs shook and strained as the pain between your legs and the burning in your thighs became nearly unbearable.

“I-it’s too big!” You whimpered. “And my legs hurt!” Tears welled in your eyes, and your throat burned.

Kagami grabbed your hips to help relieve the burn in your thighs after he heard your cry. You grateful, slowly slid inch by inch down his cock until you were now comfortably (leg wise) sitting on him.

Kagami leaned up and softly kissed your lips. “Doing so good f’me, take your time.” He praised as you nodded and kissed him back, tears in your eyes.

“Take your time.” He repeated.

★ — KUROKO

Kuroko is surprisingly mean! Not mean like Aomine (which you will soon see) but he’s mean! If you’re not riding, he’s bullying his way into his pussy. He did his best to stretch you before hand, so it shouldn’t hurt, right?

Wrong! It hurts like hell, every. Fucking. Time! Kuroko just tunes you out and continues to slowly but faster than comfort slide in to your tight cunt.

Kuroko usually stops when he’s fully sheathed inside, he may be mean, but he isn’t cruel. He’ll also kiss you and rub your sides as you sniffle from crying earlier.

“*hip* y-your *hip* so mean!” You cry as he finally bottomed out. He groaned trying not to cum right then and there, and all you could do is try to catch your breath from all the hysterical crying you were doing.

“I’m sorry baby, you just feel so good.” His soft voice comforted as his dick twitched at every whimper and hic from you recovering.

He kissed your wet lips, and you kissed him back. He grabbed your face, and used his thumbs to rub your cheeks soothingly.

“Just take some deep breaths, I won’t move, promise.” His blue eyes locked on your glossy ones, and you nodded and controlled your breathing. When the pain soon decreased, and a burn of desire took over, all signs of being upset and sad disappeared.

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded eagerly.

“Words please.”

“I’m r-ready.”

“Ok, I’m going to move now, squeeze my hand if it’s too much.” He grabbed your hand and you smiled.

“Ok!” He smiled back and pulled his hips back and pushed them in.

★ — KISE

Kise starts off really mean but then when he hears you cry he is an instant golden teddy bear, I swear on my life! He wants to act tough and like he enjoys being in control, which is partly true, but the second you cry out in pain, that persona went out the window.

Kise will usually have you in mating press, he loves to see your face in pain or pleasure, but if it’s just outright unbearable pain in your face, he will switch up.

He would stop all of his movements and focus on your soft spots and your sensitive ones to get you comfortable!

“K-Kise!” You gasp in pain, and he ignores you. You cling to his back and he continued to push in.

“Stop! Please it hurts!” Again he ignores you and continues pushing in. At some point you started sobbing, and that must have knocked him out of whatever he was in. You didn’t want to use your safe word, you didn’t want him to completely stop, you just wanted him to slow down!

He blinked and looked at your face. His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed. He stopped moving iing, and grabbed your face.

“S-shit, I’m sorry!” He looked frantic, yet you could still sense a bit of lust coming off of him. “I-I must of zoned out, I’m so sorry baby!” His blonde locks tickled your face, and you felt upset at him. Very upset.

“I asked you to *hip* stop!” You continued to cry and he slowly pulled out, making you wrap your legs around him to stop.

“Don’t pull out!” He looked at you confused and you whined your eyes. “Just slow down! Y-you big fat bitch!” You insulted him, making him laugh knowing who you were really talking about.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’ll slow down. Just can’t help getting excited when I have all this to myself!” He pecked your lips, and whiled the rest of the tears in your face.

★ — AOMINE

The biggest, the meanest, the most utterly cruel man you know! Well, you chose this man, so you’re not REALLY complaining, but still!

Aomine is a sadist, a very mild one, and your kind of a masochist so you both go hand in hand, but just because you enjoy a little bit of pain doesn’t mean you can’t say he isn’t mean!

Aomine has a tendency to just slam himself into you, and slowly fuck you to be nice. He loves to hear you cry for him, he loves to see your eyes widen in pain, he just loves loves LOVES it!

Aomine slammed into you, making you scream and dig your fresh nails into the pillows. “Mine!” You cry out, he growled and fucked you harder than usual.

“You know you like it, you slut.” He pounded into you, and you continued to cry and cry. He had you in doggy, and you could feel the pillows getting wetter and wetter from your tears, making you feel agitated.

“Please slow down!” You begged, not wanting him to, but the idea of it didn’t sound to bad either.

“Nah, like hearing you cry on my cock.” He chuckled, as he continued to pound into you. You sniffled and cried and he just continued to claim what was his. Aomine wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you up to him. He continued to fuck you while also kissing your neck.

“Such a good fucking slut. Taking my dick better than normal, bet you like when I use you like this.” You whimper when you felt your high coming in.

“A-aomin-“ he sucked in your neck and you moaned.

“What?” He mocked when you fell silent. The pleasure was becoming so much.

“Already fucked my baby dumb. What do you know!” He chuckled.

★ — MURASAKIBARA

Murasakibara doesn’t even know he’s big. I mean he knows it, but whenever he tried to put it in, it just doesn’t… fit? Like, I mean, his tip doesn’t slide in, he has to physically push the tip in, like more than how normal guy who have big dicks have too.

You usually have a hard time when it comes to his dick because he can’t even put it all inside of you, it reaches your cervix at halfway. So he can’t fuck you luke he wants too.

So whenever it doesn’t usually work out he just uses your mouth instead.

“Fuck baby, using your mouth like a fucking pro.” He praised as your mouth opened to the hilt. He was reaching deep in your throat, and you couldn’t breath very well. You pulled off and coughed. His stomach fluttered with butterfly’s when he saw that his dick was too much for you to handle.

“What’s wrong baby?” He pushed the hair out of your face, and a visible pour formed on your lips.

“I can’t take it all! You’re too big!” You wanted to impress him, even though he was already very impressed by you. You always impress him.

“It’s ok baby, you’re doing so well!” He praised and you didn’t believe him.

You liwerwd back on him and tried to take him again, this time much harder than last time since your throat was in defense mode.

Murasakibara brought his heavy hand to the back of your head and pushed you down. You gagged but tried your best. Tears spilled out your eyes from the pressure, and he only encouraged you to continue, and you did.

You bobbed your head despite it only being halfway there. He groaned and you felt a warm and slightly salty liquid fill your mouth.

He held you down despite you tapping his thigh to breath. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up. He chuckled and squished your cheeks with his other hand. You were coughing, and he was treating you like a baby.

“Breathe baby, breath.” You wiped your mouth, and he let go of your cheeks.

“How about we try my cock in your pussy next?”

[jinxs-gf]

Can I? (kiss the hurt away)

YJ!Conner Kent x Spider!Reader

summary: you get hurt during a mission and Conner just wants to help. this finally brings you two together.

content/warnings: set in s1, lots of wounds, blood mentioned, awkward flirting…this was a shared prompt w my two besties, here’s my version! (I switched it up a bit), funny writing bc it’s from spider!reader’s perspective (mostly)

word count: 2.1k

a/n: FIRST CONNER FIC YAYAYYAYAYAY I hope people actually read for him lmaooo…enjoy!

There's a ringing in your ear for a while, your vision blurred. Just as you come out of it there's a voice—

"You okay?"

One you're very familiar with.

You slowly blink your eyes open. You're not sure what the hell your enemy just blasted you with, but it was enough to knock you out and make everything hurt. A lot.

"Uhh I think so?" Conner watched the white eyes of your mask blink, he could tell you were in fact, not okay.

He could see it from a distance, the distance he unknowingly made while fighting. He promised himself he'd stay close at all times when the team was in danger, when you could potentially get hurt. And look at you now. His ignorance to what was going on around him got you hurt.

At least that's what he told himself.

You swat his hands as he starts fussing over you, too disoriented to think about the action. Until you see his hurt face. He was only trying to help.

But Conner thinks, you were pushing him away, and rightfully so when he's the reason you're hurt in the first place.

"No no it's-" you heave a rugged sigh, your lungs feeling heavy. "I'm just out of it. Sorry. What was that guy packing in his gun anyways?"

Conner's reluctant in his assistance to you now, but you encourage him with a smile. He lifts you to your feet, securing an arm around your waist to ensure you wouldn't fall back down. You definitely weren't in a state to be walking and that's proven when your legs wobble and all your weight falls onto him. Something he doesn't mind and in a different situation would smile at.

But you hiss as his pulls you up, and he's brought back to reality.

"Thanks Con-man." Another smile for him and his shoulders relax.

"I have no idea what that man was packing in his gun. All I know is it hurt you...really badly. You were out the rest of the fight."

"I was?" A quick look around and sure enough, you were. The quietness of the area should've been a clear sign there was no longer a battle going on.

"Looks like I was." And suddenly the team is behind you. It's a miracle the rest of them avoided getting hurt the way you did (which was a little embarrassing considering your spider senses).

"You alright, Spidey?" Wally and Artemis ask at the same time, they glare at each other for it.

"Jinx. Artemis, you owe me a soda."

"I do not-" you cut them off, ending the argument before it could start.

"Yeah I'm alright." But the way you leaned heavily onto the SuperBoy and breathed unevenly told a different story. Although that was nothing new, was it? You somehow were constantly hanging off the boy one way or another (not literally...though you wish it was).

"Are you sure? We'll have you get checked back at headquarters," Kaldur speaks. You simply nod, too weak to really do much else.

Robin was looking worriedly, trying to hide it but you could see right through him. You shot him a smile.

While the team discussed what to do with the bad guy, you stayed with Conner. There was an awkward silence until he spoke up, having enough of your small hisses and puffs at his side.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, everything? I'm hurting everywhere," you were practically mumbling, fatigue evident with every word you spoke.

He huffs and places you on the floor again, carefully avoiding any rubble from the fight. Another pained hiss from you.

"Sorry sorry, I know," he's trying to figure out his next move. "I don't know how to make it better."

You shake your head, "that's alright Conner. You don't need to, you're not a doctor or anything."

And yet he looks guilty, like your wounds and the fact that he hasn't already done something to ease the pain was his fault. He eyed the arm you've been holding around your abdomen this whole time.

"You being here right now is enough. I promise. And this," you lift your arm finally, making a soft noise of pain in between, "it'll go down by tomorrow-"

"Shit! When did that happen?" His voice startles you, the sudden noise rattling your probably concussed brain. You finally look down to see blood dripping from a scratch in your suit.

"Shit. When did that happen? How..."

"I didn't realize it was that bad. I'm sorry."

"No Conner, it's okay-"

"Can I?"

"Huh?" And Conner is gesturing to your mask, your eyes widen.

"You're breathing too heavily for it to be comfortable. Please?" He wouldn't say part of it was because he needed to see your face to comfort him.

You nod.

He doesn't freak out when he takes it off, so that's a good sign.

"How do I look?" he doesn't answer for a few seconds, he's carefully observing your face it seems. You can't help but smile.

And he smiles back, "still beautiful as ever."

"Okay lover boy," you desperately wish the mask was on, if only to hide your timid expression. "You don't need to flatter me."

Conner clears his throat quickly, awkwardly. As if he didn't realize he said it out loud.

He really didn't mean to. But seeing how shy and...dare he say happy you looked after he said it, he thinks it wasn't such a bad thing.

"You have a few scratches. But you're still-"

"Beautiful as ever, yeah yeah I heard you," maybe he wasn't going to say it again, but you weren't going to risk it. You don't think you could take it if he said it. You'd probably do something stupid like kiss him—

He swallows thickly, still embarrassed. "We need to get you back," he goes to pick you up, only this time it's not so you can stand upright. No. He's preparing to carry you bridal style. Oh no. Now you really might kiss him (that is if you don't pass out within the next few seconds). "Can I carry you? I don't think you're in good enough shape to walk right now."

"Rude."

"No I didn't mean-"

You laugh, maybe a little meanly, you knew he wasn't good on certain social cues yet, making teasing him easy, "sorry- I know what you mean. Yeah it's...alright. You can totally carry me." Now you were beginning to feel awkward.

He picks you up easily. And you're starting to agree with him, you definitely weren't in any shape to walk if him lifting you was enough to make you dizzy.

You weren't kidding yourself when you said you'd pass out before you could kiss him.

Your head lays comfortably on his chest...right over his heart which happened to be beating like crazy.

Was that your doing? You really hope so.

He carries you a little behind the rest of the team, murmuring reassurances and praise. 'You did good back there.' 'You're gonna be okay, I'll make sure of it.' 'Stay close to me okay? I'll make it better.'

Bioship took you all back to Mount Justice, M'gann talking your ear off the whole time. Starting with worried rambles about how hurt you looked and fading into a new tv show she got into. One she wished her people on Mars could enjoy.

Usually you wouldn't mind it, but you could feel an oncoming headache the whole ride. You didn't have the heart to tell her to stop nor that you weren't really listening. Not feeling bad only because Wally seemed enthralled with her storytelling (suck up) and flirted here and there.

You were too busy focusing on your shadow anyways. Aka the SuperBoy who refused to leave your side and was quite literally on you the whole way. Between him, M'gann, and Wally's flirting with her (and Robin's occasional butting in to tease) you were surprised you didn't go insane on the ride back.

When you did get back, they told you it was bad (fatal for a normal person) but nothing you couldn't handle. Just a broken rib (unfortunately common for you) and a slight concussion. Great. Accompanied with bruises and the big gash on your abdomen. That weapon really did a number on you. Conner went off on the adults for saying it was "nothing you couldn't handle" because you were "on the brink of dying". Which is a bit dramatic, but having him be so protective over you was kind of nice...or whatever.

They suggested you took a break for a week and a half (a conclusion you came to after you'd negotiated with them for a good 5 minutes. because who do they think they were benching you—for good reason—for 2 weeks?!) should a mission come up within that time.

You sighed on the couch, everyone was either in their rooms or went home for the day. They said their goodbyes and wished you well, to which you replied 'pfft I'll be better by tomorrow. just watch.' It would be really embarrassing if you weren't better by tomorrow...you unfortunately bet money on it. Stupid.

"You okay?"

"A little better now. Thanks for taking care of me."

"I wish I could've done more...I said I would but all I did was sit back and watch everyone else take care of you." This was clearly eating at him, although it's a wonder why.

Nothing about the situation was his fault nor should he feel guilty about "not doing enough."

"Conner, I told you it's alright and that you being there for me was enough. And I meant every word."

He sits with you, thigh to thigh with his head in his hands.

You pat his shoulder, "it's alright big guy. I'm okay, I'll be fully recovered soon."

"Not soon enough."

You sigh, he could be really stubborn sometimes. Frustratingly so.

"Con, please. Look at me?" He listens. And you regret asking him. You hate the look in his eyes, or rather you hate the way it makes you feel. Another case of you're going to kiss him if he keeps this up.

How could such a big, stubborn, and (apparently) non-affectionate guy have the biggest puppy eyes? Ones that have you melting.

His face is now in your palms. With the way he's looking at you, surely he wouldn't mind if you gave in and...kissed him, right?

"Can I kiss you?"

He's stunned for a moment before finally speaking up, "isn't it obvious that I want you to?"

You both share shy smiles thinking, finally.

You lean in, hands still cupping his face, his now doing the same.

Although the kiss was a little awkward, the two of you not exactly experienced in that department (him coming out of a literal tube only months ago), as well as a little...messy—it was everything you could've wanted in your first kiss with him. A kiss that was going to be the start of the two of you. SuperBoy and the Spider. You hated how warm the thought made you.

You were practically radiating giddiness, Conner could feel it. He pulled away still smiling, "I've wanted to do that for a really long time now."

"Me too. You know what also was great about that? You kissed my ouchies away. I'm all better now."

"Ouchies? What are we, five?"

There's silence, not of awkwardness, but from two of you reeling from the kiss, processing the fact that it was real.

"I don't want to be the one to break this up but...we should really get to bed. With your concussion and training being early tomorrow..."

"Yeah, of course," the giddiness hasn't left, "would you uh...want to come? With me? To bed."

"Gee Spider, at least take me to dinner first."

"Oh, so he's got jokes now?"

"Only for you, babe."

"Ew, you sound like Wally."

"Ouch? Don't insult me like that," but he doesn't look offended in the slightest. There's probably the biggest smile you've seen on his face, ever.

Safe to say it was not fun explaining why Conner was in your bed the next morning, trying to convince everyone it was purely innocent.

Batman was disappointed, reminding you that you needed to wait until you were healed before you did anything physical. Haha. Very funny.

And the team snapped pictures that they would definitely use against Conner (seeing as he was the more...emotionally constipated and reluctantly affectionate one).

But you honestly couldn't be happier. And neither could he.

does it seem a bit rushed at the end? unfortunately

do I have the patience to fix it? no

hope you enjoyed :D

[loveemagicpeace]

🍓The Ascendant & Descendant 🍓

Aries rising with Libra Descendant- your personality is strong and energetic. Everything you do, you do with passion. You are led by Mars, and therefore you can often be quick-tempered and do things without thinking. You know how to put your needs before others. You can be selfish when it comes to your own needs. You take care of yourself by playing sports, doing various adrenaline-filled things. You are very passionate, competitive. Your energy can always be felt on the outside and you are not afraid to show your emotions and anger. You are brave and often take risks. You go into things without thinking too much about them, you just go and see how it goes.

Libra Descendant- in relationships they can be flirty, you may find it hard to stop because you can also be very picky when it comes to relationships. The right person for you is the one who can balance you, give you harmony and support. It means that you seek a partner who is brave enough to desire partnership, despite knowing how vulnerable emotional commitment can make you. It's wanting someone unafraid to love love. Your ideal partner is elegant and graceful. They accept that you need a lot of space and independence is important to you. You are an active person by nature, and you need someone who teaches you balance but also supports you in your ventures. In the relationship, it is probably you who makes the most decisions. You are a leader, and you get along the best with someone who prefers to be led.

Taurus rising with Scorpio Descendant- your personality is calm, stalin, grounded. You only give your energy to those who really deserve it. You can do many things yourself. I noticed that taurus rising people are very independent people, that they can be themselves no matter what. You invest a lot in material things. You like good food, watching TV, going to the cinema, listening to music, sleeping, lounging. You take things slowly and don't like too much change.

Scorpio Descendant- in relationships, you like privacy, you like that someone is only yours. You don't like to enter into a relationship if you see that it is not on the same level. In relationships, you can be very possessive, deep, persistent. Scorpio descendant, you naturally gravitate towards intense, transformative partnerships and may face power struggles or hidden dynamics.The descendant in Scorpio indicates that you are unconsciously attracted to people who stir up your everyday life, and who are magical in some way.They can be either be quite dramatic themselves or dramatic things happen to them/around them, but they for sure push you out of your comfort zone. If this energy is not properly integrated, your partner can turn your life upside down. Extreme situations are not uncommon when Scorpio is involved.Your partner is the most familiar with this side of you.

Gemini rising with Sagittarius Descendant- your personality is very open (you can start a conversation with anyone). Communication is part of you and you like people who are communicative and especially people who are interesting. You have a very changeable personality and you can change a lot in yourself and around you. Although you don't change your appearance that much, but when you do, it really makes a big difference. As a person who is willing to listen but prefers to talk. Sometimes you can say things that may not be appropriate because your mind is so fast that you don't even realize what you are saying. With Gemini on the Ascendant, you may lack a deep need to find answers to life’s big questions. It’s not that the concept of “truth” is not important to you, you just choose to spend your precious time on other endeavours, and may take things more at face value.  

Sagittarius Descendant-in relationships you like to explore and you like independence. You are attracted to people who are educated, intelligent, interesting. You can sometimes be a little unstable and take a new step too quickly. You might be deeply attracted to love relationships with a partner who has a background quite different from your own, either culturally or with lifestyle beliefs. These differences can stimulate and inspire you. You can be too optimistic about others. When under pressure, you can get stuck in your own little world, and you can’t find the solution without stepping back and taking a look at the bigger picture. You want a partner who is funny, fiery, likes to travel, likes different things.

Cancer rising with Capricorn Descendant- your personality is private, moody, emotional. You perceive many things through emotions, and you can also have many needs..You are very sweet , showing a willingness to extend their arms wide for a person in need. They provide a certain type of warmth that puts people at ease, even to their casual acquaintances. While they might come across as reserved, shy, or cautious when meeting new people, Cancer risings are warm and friendly once they feel comfortable. While Cancer risings can appear quiet and reserved on the surface, they are extremely motivated and driven when it comes to creating security for themselves or their loved ones. This ascendant has an inherent craving for financial safety, driving them to work diligently toward achieving their goals. They naturally tap into their intuition in terms of what move they should make next or what decision is financially sound. You are open and act as a person very open to conversation. You tend not to show your tender or shy side in front of others. But you don't really like meeting new people or going to parties.

Capricorn Descendant-in relationships you can be strict, serious, relentless and also stubborn. Many of your relationships can be based on business. You can have a business or a company with your spouse, and your spouse can be the one who helps you with this. Many times it can be a relationship based on business and benefits. A relationship seems meaningful to you if there is some benefit from it. In relationships, you can often be cold, distant, alienated, and the relationship can suffer because of this. Your career can be important to you and you like to have reputation and recognition. You like your spouse to be good for society. Capricorn suggests that you often find yourself attracted to people with strong Saturnian energy. They teach yo how to be mature, take responsibility, be patient and focus on long-term goals. marriage is also usually karmic. However, your standards are quite high, and if someone doesn’t live up to them, you know that there is no point in settling for them. You rather wait for someone who can be a good partner. Family life is important to you. As a Cancer rising, you probably want to start a family at some point in your life. They might be emotionally unavailable too. In other cases, they are unconsciously attracted to others who behave this way. It can also happen that you get married and then get divorced.

Leo Rising with Aquarius Descendant- your personality is proud, strong, determined. You know what you want and you do it. You like to have fun in your own way and usually always find your fun in yourself and in things that involve you. You like to dress well and usually also like to stand out. You like extra things. You tend to be confident. People see you as a charming person and a person who always shines in everything. You can be popular among people. Leo risings seek others who can appreciate their need for admiration and share their zest for life. Leos also have an optimistic and open outlook on friendships and social connections. They can chat with anyone and have acquaintances all over the world. They do keep a group of what they would consider close friends, and they’re loyal to those connections.

Aquarius Descendant- in relationships you can be quite free and seek independence. You don't like to depend on someone, and you especially don't like pressure. You are attracted to people who are independent, different, interesting, have many friends or someone who has a large circle of people. You like someone you can hang out with at various events and introduce to your friends. Common interests and hobbies are important to these two. When Aquarian Descendants are married or in long-term partnerships, they want to know, for no rational reason, the whereabouts and activities of their partner. You are joyful, optimistic person. People with this placement tend to radiate with warm energy that attracts other to them. You like to be in a relationship with someone whose views are similar. You prefer smart, entertaining, interesting partners. They have to surprise you and show you things from a fresh perspective. You tend to see your partner as your friend rather have very romantic feelings for them. The descendant sign Aquarius can indicate marriage with someone who is divorced.

Virgo rising with Pisces Descendant- People may perceive Virgo risings as being dedicated to maintaining a sense of calm and willing to do whatever it takes to stay organized to avoid disorder and chaos. You do everything skillfully with a fine sense of craftsmanship and precision, perfectionism, care and attention to detail. You are keenly observant and have an acute sensitivity to each and every thing in your environment; therefore, you attend to small things that others do not readily notice, the subtleties, the fine points. You fulfill your soul function through service, assisting and helping others, perhaps in a rather humble, understated, unglamorous way, and doing a job for its own sake rather than for personal recognition or glory. When out of balance, you criticize, worry, obsess about yourself and/or your health or body, and tend to magnify problems.

Pisces Descendant-suggests that you have a lot of experience with order but haven’t dealt with chaos frequently. You tend to choose partners who inspire you to transcend reality. They show you that there is more to life than what meets the eye. The descendant in Pisces suggests that your partner is often involved with spirituality, art, music, they are compassionate and selfless. They encourage you to discover your intuition. Your partner can be detached from reality and have weak boundaries. You can also see them as too emotional, sensitive, easy to hurt. You can find their behavior irrational which upsets you if you have not recognized the descendant in Pisces in yourself yet. Unconsciously being attracted to delusional people can also happen. The descendant in Pisces suggests that you show your partner how to be more efficient and grounded. It comes naturally to you to take care of others. You are there for your partner when they need practical help.

Libra Rising with Aries Descendant- your personality is kind, sympathetic, harmonious. You can quickly get along with people because they find you a friendly person. You can do much more for others than for yourself. Sometimes you can forget yourself for others. In a way, you can also sacrifice a lot for others. You like fashion and you like to dress well. You can also be very indecisive, which can also be a little annoying to others. You like peace and don't like conflict. Libra Risings were born with a naturally charming dreamer. With age, they only learn to fine-tune their allure. When it comes to the art of flirting, these seducers are very aware of how to speak to the senses. But you are usually always inclined to want a relationship or some kind a thing with someone. Also can be hard for you to find yourself.

Aries Descendant-Aries suggests that you are attracted to partners who are courageous, outgoing, enthusiastic, passionate, bold, impulsive. They swipe you off your feet their self-confidence and directness. You need a partner who can balance out you and who is a go-getter and an action taker. You are usually attracted to dynamic personalities. Your ideal partner is passionate, enthusiastic, fiery. In the long run, you get along the best with someone who is rather energetic and who doesn’t overthink just takes action. Aries in 7th house suggests that you need someone else to borrow you courage. Your partner can inspire you and teach you to be bold. They often say what is on their mind, without thinking twice if they will offend someone. They are brutally honest. Your partner can be impulsive and impatient, what takes effort to get used to for you. You can perceive your partner as selfish and egoistic sometimes. There can be a tendency to project the traits of Aries onto other people.

Scorpio Rising with Taurus Descendant- your personality is strong, intense, deep and passionate. You always fight deeply for the things you want to have and achieve. You have a stronger sexual drive, so sex in itself is important to you. You like to be familiar and you are not afraid to show your body to others. Usually, these people are very satisfied with their bodies. You are a demanding person and you only give yourself to people if you trust them, which is also one of the important things in your life. That people trust you and tell you their secrets. As a person who is more reserved and does not like to have conversations with people who do not suit you. You are an intense and passionate person, perhaps too much for some people to handle

Taurus Descendant-.You may impulsively jump into one relationship after another and eventually settle into an enduring and stable one. The descendant in Taurus indicates that you are used to crisis and drama, and you are attracted to people who promise you peace and comfort. However, you don’t trust people immediately and you are reserved. A Taurus descendant suggests that your partnerships are meant to bring peace and joy. Your ideal partner is grounded and practical, they don’t let strong emotions influence them. In your relationships, you seek stability.Your long-term relationships work out the best if your partner can be a firm ground in your life you can build on. Trust is not easy for you. You are drawn to the mysterious side of existence, and you need a partner who will help you stay realistic and practical. It takes time for you to let someone close. You need stability in a relationship, someone who you can count on and who will reciprocate your commitment. Your ideal partner is receptive to the beauty present in the world. They are usually artistic and they appreciate the finer things in life. The 7th house in Taurus indicates that your partner is a hedonist and sensual. Sexuality is an important part of your marriage.

Sagittarius Rising with Gemini Descendant- your personality is optimistic, fun, independent. You like to explore and do things that make you happy. You like intelligent people, people with whom you can share a new path and who always bring you light. You are independent and like to do things on your own. You grow again and again through new experiences. You are a humorous person who likes to joke around. You're not as open as people first think. You share knowledge with others, but when it comes to privacy, you don't share much. You can always put others in a good mood and give them motivation. Your path is always bright no matter what. You are also very kind to others.

Gemini Descendant-communication is very important in this regard. The person may have good thinking and may listen to you. Also suggests that you are attracted to people who radiate with the energy of the Twins. (and perhaps you are intimidated by them at the same time).The descendant in Gemini indicates that your ideal relationship is based on intellectual connection. You are attracted to people who are witty, smart, great conversationalists. You are usually interested in air signs in general. Mental connection is more important to you than emotions in the long run. You need a partner to point them out and show you what you need to pay attention to. You learn a lot from your relationships with others. You also teach your partner, for you, relationships that support growth are the best. People with this placement enter relationships out of curiosity. They want to explore what it means to be in a union. This can indicate more than one committed long-term relationships or marriages.

Capricorn Rising with Cancer Descendant-your personality is very strong (many times people perceive your energy just by your silence - you can say more with silence than with words). You have courage and always know what you are doing. You have no mercy for people who hurt you and once you lose respect for someone you become very rude to that person and they are like trash to you. Respect and loyalty are very important to you. If you give and invest energy in someone, then you expect the same in return. You don't like to wander if you feel that it will just be a waste of time. You always stand proud and tall and aware of your worth. You don't judge others and you are very understandable to yourself. But you have rules that people can follow. When you really love someone then there are no limits here and you would do a lot for the person. You are not interested in others and you always know how to look after yourself.

Cancer Descendant-you seek partners who can give you the nurturing and emotional security you needed as a child. The descendant in Cancer indicates that your ideal partner has high emotional intelligence, they are warm and supportive, and they give you an emotional background. In some cases, you want a partner who is a homemaker. In your relationships, you feel that you can finally show your sensitive side. You are caring and protective of your partner. The descendant in Cancer suggests that you can experience the emotional security to be vulnerable in your close relationships and marriage. Your ideal partner helps you connect with your emotional side and encourages you to listen to your intuition every now and then. Ideally, your partner looks after you and they support you. You come across as reserved and serious, and other people who have warmer energy balance you out.

Aquarius Rising with Leo Descendant- your personality is different from others, maybe sometimes you feel like you don't belong with other people or you simply do the opposite of what others do. You are rebellious and do things the way you think is right. Maybe you can seem less approachable and more distant to people. You embody an intriguing blend of open-mindedness and progressiveness, all while maintaining an unemotional composure that can sometimes come across as aloofness. You may be forward thinker with opinions, but you are fixed, rigid nature can also come across as stubborn and dogmatic, if you are not careful. U are a very independent and freedom-loving person. You appear a bit unconventional and shy, but you have amazing ideas and you are smart. However, it can be hard for you to get support from others. The need for freedom of Aquarius can be challenging when it comes to relationships-you want to be attached and detached at the same time.

Leo Descendant-in a relationship you are looking for fun, openness, playfulness. You want a relationship where you can be seen. You learn to express yourself with warmth and genuine appreciation of others. This helps you connect with others more easily, and improves your relationships as well. It is one of the most important lessons of the descendant in Leo. For a long-term relationship to work out, your partner must recognize your need for independence and respect your boundaries. They have to understand that you need a lot of space in a relationship. You are not the right partner for clingy people with your descendant in Leo and ascendant in Aquarius. Your ideal partner also has to respect your need for making things better. Aquarius is all about rebellion and revolution. You are looking at old structures from a new perspective and wonder about topics like social equality and creating better systems. If your partner doesn’t understand the way your brain works, you sooner or later feel that you have to get out of the relationship. You expect to be the one and only in their life and you are not willing to put up with anything less than being treated as a royalty. Giving each other enough relationship is key in your close-relationships. Your ideal partner is a born leader. They are courageous, fun-loving, gregarious, enjoy attention. You possess these traits as well, but it takes time for you to discover them in yourself. Many people with their descendant in Leo enjoy being in the center of attention later in life. The seventh house in Leo indicates that you love being in the public eye.

Pisces Rising with Virgo Descendant- your personality is very dreamy and spiritual. You have a lot of compassion for others and you feel many things around you in a deep way. You can be in your subconscious most of the time. You can be hard to figure out because of the mysterious energy you give off. You can feel a lot of energies around you that are difficult to describe. Pisces Risings have a light aura and carry a pocket full of magic dust in their back pocket. The world can be difficult, but Pisces Risings know that creative joy can help them rise above. These folks have lived a life that requires extensive thought, and often they face experiences that are more than meets the eye. Pisces Risings have accepted that in many ways, life is what you make it—which is why they don’t hesitate to let the good times roll.

Virgo Descendant-You need someone to give you a shape in which you can exist in the physical world. People often perceive you as idealistic, gentle, soft-hearted, and they can feel that they have to protect you.You are attracted to people who are analytical, logical, intelligent, pay attention to the details. You hold the vision and your partner makes the plan and then executes it. In your ideal relationship, you help your partner connect with their soul and intuition, and they teach you how to be more practical and be better at things like running errands, preparing healthy food, time management, organization, taking care of yourself. In the relationship, you come up with an idea and your partner plans the details. One of the things you need to watch out for is giving up yourself for your partner. Pisces is soft, compassionate, and it is prone to people-pleasing. Unless there are some placements in your chart that make you more assertive, you can give in too easily and prioritize the needs of your partner even if it doesn’t feel right. Your intuition is probably strong as a Pisces rising, make sure you listen to it.

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[soangelbaby]

thinking about giving clark the sloppiest head ever because i don’t see it enough on here ??

“you sure about this?” clark asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. you had offered your throat to him, for him to use and abuse for his own benefit, to make your mouth his own personal fleshlight. it’s not like you hadn’t thought about it—and you know he did, you knew he was afraid of hurting you, but you didn’t care, this was about what you wanted and what you were going to give.

“yes clark, i’ve never been more sure about anything. don’t hesitate now, you had all day to get ready for me.” you sink down to your knees in front of him, his back against the foot of your shared bed. his hands were making patterns on your chin and down your jaw, as if he was savoring how pretty you look before he completely ruins you. he doesn’t respond, he just tilts his chin up, eyes locked on yours and begins undoing his belt. and you can’t help but grin, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. finally, you thought, he was finally going to fuck your face, ruin your pretty little mouth—you could already feel him, the sensation of his nut coating the back of your throat.

“if it’s too much—or i hurt you at all, at any moment, you let me know okay?” he says, his fingers looping into the waistband of his pants as he tugged them down along with his boxers. his dick sprung free, brushing against your lips as it hit his stomach. you immediately reached up to grab him, slowly taking his tip into your mouth. he hisses at the feeling of your soft, warm lips around him, shifting slightly against the bed, his eyes fluttering close and his head tipping back. you knew he was shy, wasn’t used to this, but needed to see how far you could push him, to see if he would completely crumble for you. “can you look at me?” you murmur, before taking all of him into your mouth. clark’s head shot up, his hands flying immediately to grip your hair that was falling in front of your face. “fuck, yeah—yeah baby, i can look at you, you know you look so pretty for me huh?” he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he wraps it tightly around his fist, tugging slightly.

“mhm—” you moan against him, swirling your tongue around the underside of his dick, feeling the thick veins throbbing as you bob your head up and down. clark pulls your hair tighter, his eyes half lidded as he watches you suck him off with ease, too damn easy, he thought. now, he almost wanted to punish you for it, punish you for getting him here, for taking him so well, he wanted more. his hands slowly traveled to the back of your neck, still gripping your hair around his fist, slowly pressing your head further down onto him. his hips bucked instinctively into your throat and he moaned loudly, “just like that baby—fuuck” you gagged around him, his full length hitting the back of your throat, tears welled up in your eyes, your body heaving forward.

your hands shot up to grip his thighs, pulling back as you tried to catch your breath, “that’s what you wanted right?” clark pants, his hand moving down to wipe the spit pooling at your glossy lips, you nodded quickly—too quickly, although you were taken aback, you hadn’t expected him to just go for it—let alone without a warning, but it was what you wanted, needed from him, to throat fuck you like there’s no tomorrow, like it was his last chance to prove himself. he snickered leaning forward slightly, both of his hands tangling in your hair, “you should get back on there then.” he guides you back down onto him, your plump lips wrapping back around his glistening dick as you took in the sight of him. his crinkled white tee, his pink lips curled into a lazy smirk, his pretty eyes low, his fluffy hair disheveled—gosh, he looked too fucking good, you could feel the feel the wetness pooling between your thighs, soaking through your panties. clark stands up fully, his height insane as he looked down at you causing your breath to hitch in your throat, definitely enough for him to feel it, your throat clenching around him.

“not gonna hurt you baby, but i’m sure you’d love it if i did hm?” clark teases, brushing your hair back out your face. you could feel your lashes flutter at his towering frame over you, you almost looked away—his gaze so piercing and intense, “it’s tempting… you take my dick so well you know that?” he groans, his hips shifting slightly, you hum in response to him, your mouth still working, your head still bobbing, stifled sounds of spit gushing around him. “can’t help but to wanna shove it down your throat, see how much you can really handle…” you take that as a challenge, blinking a few times before taking his throbbing shaft completely down your throat again, but this time clark took control. he didn’t let you pull back immediately, instead he held you there, deep-throating him entirely as you gagged uncontrollably, “shit-shit-shit—” he hissed, his eyes squeezing shut, your nose grazed the hairs at the base of his hips, and you felt him twitch in your mouth, seconds later his cum shot down your throat. you couldn’t swallow—hell, you could barely breathe, you tapped his thigh hopefully hard enough to knock him out his haze, and he perked up like a dog, his eyes wide as he let you go. you immediately gasped, hand shooting up to catch the spit trailing your chin and chest.

“fuck baby, i’m sorry—you know how i get when i—” clark started but you cut him off, “no, it’s okay, i…like it..” you murmur, sniffling a bit, smirking up at him as you sat back on your heels. clark’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red at your words and he scoffed shaking his head, reaching down to cup your face, giving you a deep kiss, “then round two?” he grinned mischievously, a dark glint in his eyes. and you didn’t know if you’d regret this in the morning, but you had a feeling it’d be worth it…

★ rini’s note ; this took me unnecessarily long to finish so the endings a bit rushed HA but grrrr need his dick down my throat bad AND NOT ON NO GENTLE SHIT like damn kill me boy 😒 anyway hope yall luv itt likes + reblogs are so sexy btww

[melwnst]

────── ⋆⋅☆ JET BLACK HEART, ROBERT ‘BOB’ REYNOLDS

summary. You walk into the void to try and save Bob, and for once, danger might help you more than harm you.

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The second time is heavy. It’s full of fear, uncertainty. Chills run up your spine, your body goes cold, almost frozen because you just stepped into what could be death. You’re not sure why- maybe you didn’t mind. Or maybe you’re hopeful this doesn’t mean death, this means saving Bob from himself, saving New York, and saving yourself.

You don’t want to be here. You’ve been in the void once, although it was quick, that was enough for you. But Bob needs you. You didn’t think- you don’t think. You could’ve told them, made a plan, but you knew the moment he needed you, there was no stopping you, so you walked. You walked with such force it almost pushed the void back like it didn’t want you- like it was scared of you.

The moment the darkness engulfs you though, you know that you’re surrounded by your worst fears, your worst nightmares.

You waltz through the rooms, you know exactly what’s around you, who’s around you, but you don’t pay attention. You don’t look around, you’re determined to just find Bob.

When you walk into an unknown bathroom, you make the mistake to look into the mirror.

Your reflection makes your heart break. Because it’s not you. Rather it’s the old version- the broken one. The one who thought she’d be better off dead- gone. The one whose heart was so broken she barely had one anymore.

It’s only then that you truly realize it’s not a reflection.

It is her.

‘Not even a hello? That’s a bit rude don’t you think?’ She smiles at you. It’s psychotic almost- it’s a sinister smile that tells you everything you need to know.

‘He’s not here.’ She speaks again, as if she knows exactly who you’re looking for.

‘it doesn’t matter, you know? You’re here now. And if you think you can save each other from the pain, you’re deluded.’ She tilts her head, still wearing the smile.

You close your eyes and sink into the floor. Except after just a few seconds- it’s not just a metaphor. You feel the floor beneath your crumble- slowly. You’re actually sinking.

The moment you open your eyes, you see him.

It’s Bob.

‘You shouldn’t have come.’ He speaks but his voice is barely audible. Like he’s afraid- like he’s about to crumble completely, because the darkness has swallowed him whole.

He doesn’t look up at you though. His eyes burn holes on the ground while he plays nervously with his hands.

‘I’m here to bring you back Bob. You have so much out there and I’m sorry that you don’t see it but I can’t let you do this to yourself.’ You slide yourself to rest right next to him.

When you go to lay your hand on his, his demeanor changes. He flinches- like he’s afraid you’ll disappear completely if he dares touching you.

‘It’s so dark here. I can’t get out.’ His voice breaks a little.

That’s when you hear the shouting. The smashing. And you know exactly what it is.

You look at him, and he knows he doesn’t have to explain.

‘It’s been like this for hours. I can’t seem to leave this room.’ He laughs humorously like he can’t believe this is happening.

‘Look at me. I’m right here. I’m gonna get you out of here.’ Your hand touches his still after knowing it might hurt you, but this time he doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t move. He just looks at you. Tears in his eyes, hands shaky, heart beating out of his chest for you.

Then the room starts to shake. Before you have time to think, objects starts flying around, and soon enough you find yourself entangled in curtains, not the romantic way. The way that chokes the life out of you. Both you and Bob stare at each other in fear while the curtain wraps around your neck.

It feels like hours before someone cuts the sheets and saves you.

The thunderbolts.

It’s a long time before you end up finding the real source. You fight against whatever’s in bob’s void, you even fight against his old self.

Then you get to it.

Him.

The void.

Bob’s worst enemy.

It’s only after long minutes of being stuck against the wall and watching Bob losing it and taking the darkness that your body finds a force it’s never had before and you manage to get free and run to him.

‘It’s okay, I’m here.’ You hold him, trying to make him stop, the darkness swallowing his figure.

‘We’re here.’ Hands latch to your arms, to bobs.

Maybe they know it’s not just him they’re saving.

It’s you too.

The air’s thick. It’s scary, it’s tears falling out of everyone’s eyes.

Then the floor swallows you again.

Except when you open your eyes, the darkness quickly fades, your hand still latching to him desperately, yelena’s hand on your stomach. Everyone grunts, and you soon realize you’re back in New York. The void isn’t there.

The city’s regaining its sunlight, and apparently so is Bob.

You’re on your feet in seconds, everyone is.

And Bob’s smiling.

He’s looking around like he doesn’t have a single clue what just happened.

‘What happened?’ He speaks up the moment his eyes lay on you. His hand finds itself in your forehead gracing the gash.

‘I’m okay.’

You hear the others whisper.

Maybe him not remembering it isn’t such a bad thing.

He’ll just have to know that you were there for him.

When the team hears Valentina speaking on the phone, they’re after her in seconds.

‘C’mon’ you don’t hesitate to grab his hand and pull him along with you.

Bob’s confused.

Bob’s always confused.

He doesn’t know where this affection is coming from but he’d be lying if he said his stomach didn’t flutter the moment your hand touched his.

Bob’s confused, but he’s very, very happy.

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[demonic0angel]

hasn't slept in a week dead tired Jason knocking on his neighbors door: hey Jazz would you mind watching Robin and Superboy for me so I can sleep? *holds out a scruffed Damian and Jon very much in civis* Thanks, I'll be back in an hour *stumbles back to his place*

Jon and Damian: 😮 Watch who? Who did he say you have to watch

“… we’re not Superboy or Robin,” Jon said nervously.

Jazz just blinked. Then she nodded slowly and said, “Yes. I would guess not, since you two don’t have flying powers, right?”

“Us two?” Damian said, very tense.

Jazz nodded and shrugged. “Yes. Since Robin and Superboy can both fly, right? I’ve never seen them in person, so I have no idea.”

Damian and Jon shared a look and then nodded at her, clearly not wanting to push it. Jazz just smiled idly and said, “Well, I can’t watch over you two here, so how about I take you to Arkham Asylum?”

“…you’re taking us to Arkham? Arkham Asylum?” Damian said, sounding appalled.

Jazz blinked and nodded. “I still have work. Would you two like to come with me to tour? I don’t have any meetings with any of the more… volatile patients for today. I can bring you around and you two can volunteer and help around.”

Jon looked eagerly at Damian, who glanced at his overexcited friend and then at Jazz. She smiled encouragingly and said with a smile, “I have a gun that I can use to protect you two, and I can fight. If it makes you feel better.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at her and then nodded once. He held Jon’s hand determinedly, which made Jazz’s lips twitch before she smoothed her face over in a flash.

Jazz beamed. “Great! Let’s go!”

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Jason blinked. “Damn. They’re absolutely knocked out.”

Both Damian and Jon were completely and utterly worn out from the day they had. Usually, at this time, they’d be bouncing and nagging and screaming for patrol or excitement or games, but whatever sacrifice Jazz must’ve killed in order for peace must’ve been extremely valuable and to a very agreeable god.

“What did you do?” Jason asked, in awe.

She giggled and kissed him on the cheek. “Just brought them around. They were so sweet! Although, I do want to tell you that Damian isn’t getting the amount of sleep that he needs for his age, and don’t look at me like that, I know what your nighttime job is, he still needs sleep. You should encourage him by making him associate bedtime with rewards, and I think that’ll make him less grumpy. He was very cute though! And Jon is an absolute sweetheart, I don’t mind watching them again if you’d like.”

Jason just smiled as he picked the two kids up in his arms. “I’ll give your advice to Dick and B. Thanks. Sorry for just dumping them on your doorstep.”

“You’re tired from the case, I get it. I don’t mind, but next time, I’d like a warning, okay?”

“Sure thing, Princess. Thank you again. I’ll cook dinner for us on Thursday?”

She nodded. Then she paused and said, “Also, you called them Robin and Superboy when you brought them here. Did you know that?”

Jason froze and then cursed to himself. “Damn! I knew I was forgetting something. Sorry, Princess, I forgot to tell them that you knew my identity so—”

“Hmm, yes, I figured, since they seemed really wary of me at first. It’s okay though, we had fun in the end and I think they like me a little now.” She giggled and then said, “I have to get back to my papers, but I’ll see you tonight, dearest!”

With another kiss, she ushered him out the door and waved goodbye before she left.

Jason smiled dreamily after her before bringing the kids to his bike, where he held them carefully as he drove though Gotham streets.

Damian woke up at some point, rubbing his eyes and yawning. At these times, Jason could kind of understand why Dick seemed to think he was the cutest thing in the universe. “Did you have a good rest, sleeping beauty?” He teased.

Damian nodded and said, “Next time Father wants you to babysit, don’t bother. Just bring us to your girlfriend and leave.”

Jason almost swerved. Damian hissed and held onto Jon, who grumbled and nearly knocked Jason off of his bike with his sleepy headbutt. “What! Damn, what the hell did she do for you to like her so much?!”

Damian smirked. “She has guts, smarts, skill, and compassion for the poor and unfortunate. You have chosen well for a sister-in-law and I expect you to marry in less than 3 years, understand?”

Jason looked at him like he was crazy. He appreciated the support, but he was starting to feel like Jazz might’ve replaced his brother with someone else. “… what did you three do all day?”

Damian smiled with all of his teeth. “She brought us to Arkham Asylum to shadow her work and then she defended us when one of the inmates broke out. She can perform a magnificent takedown with no hands.“

Jon also spoke up, blinking sleepy eyes, “She also let us meet Killer Croc! And we also met Poison Ivy! It was cool!”

“You should also tell her the truth at some point. We told her that you have horrific, delusional dreams because you can’t sleep and that’s why you lied about our identities.”

Jason just stared.

Yeah, that last part was definitely the usual Damian.

[yelenasbraid]

JOE BURROW — nfsw alphabet

summary — just some lil headcanons about our fav blondie in the bedroom

warnings — fem!reader, smut (MDNI), not proofread

note — i’m whipped after this holy shit. this took me out, and probably the longest thing i’ve written. pls enjoy ;)

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A — AFTERCARE [ what are they like after sex? ]

Joe is the sweetest after sex. Doesn’t matter the intensity or how long they go, he is always going to take care of his girl. A warm towel? It’s already there. A glass of water? Already on the nightstand. 

He’ll lay there with her, stroking her sweat-slicked skin, kissing the side of her head. His body is recovering from his own orgasm, but she is his priority. 

If it’s after a particularly rough session, he’ll do check-ins.

“You okay?”

“I didn’t go too rough, did I?”

“You’re my beautiful girl, my gorgeous girl.”

He always makes sure that she’s okay, because in the end, she’s all that matters to him.

B — BODYPART [ what is their favorite body part? what about their partner’s? ]

Joe loves thighs. Anything to do with her thighs, although he’s partial to having them wrapped around his head. 

But when they’re in the car together, his hand is always on her thigh. His thumb will rub circles or shapes on her skin. His hand will always have a mind of its own, and like a dog with a scent, his fingers inch up towards her pussy. He knows how she feels about it, and his fingers itch to touch her. 

When he’s going down on her, he pays special attention to her inner thighs. The sensitivity of them, the way she gasps and whimpers under the nipping of his teeth, it’s perfect. He will always leave hickeys on her thighs, his fingers pressing into the muscle that he’s loved since the day he saw her. 

C — CUM [ anything to do with cum ]

His favorite thing is seeing her slick with his cum. Whether that’s on her pussy or her body, it doesn’t matter where. He’s going hard, hips slamming into hers with a force that shakes the bed. His hands hold her hips, painting finger-shaped bruises on her hips. His cock is buried so deep inside of her, his curls kissing her forehead, and sweat sticks to them. 

But instead of coming inside of her, he pulls out. 

She whines, the lack of friction making her shudder. Her eyes peel open, watching as his cock, angry and sensitive, leaks arousal. Joe’s hand wraps around his cock, slowly pumping himself. The strokes send electricity down his spine, his thighs twitching. He fucks into his own hand, and when that dam finally breaks, a small grunt leaves his lips. Hot, milky spurts of cum slip out of his cock, landing on her perfect skin. She watches him, her eyes clouded with lust. Her finger dips into the thick fluid, bringing it to her lips. 

“So fucking sexy,” he growls, “my girl,” 

He’d push back into her, his lips meeting hers in a fierce dance. He’d pound into her again and again, until she’s so drained of cum she can’t think.

D — DIRTY SECRET [ what is their dirty secret? ]

When she gave him consent to touch her, to fuck her, and to taste her while she’s asleep, a true and raw admission of trust, Joe’s mind immediately went blank. He’s never done something like that, but when he awoke one morning, her soft body next to his, he knew he had to try.

He’s nervous. His hand slides over her side, gently guiding her onto her back. His heart is racing, his pupils dilated. He can feel the strain of his cock against his boxers, the ache of the pre-cum at his tip making him grimace. He positions himself, careful not to wake her, and he slides up her sleep top, kissing the soft skin of her stomach. She shifts, ever so effortlessly, but she doesn’t wake. Her arms are tangled above her head, and his eyes catch every movement. 

Joe tugs down her sleep shorts, placing himself between her legs. He gently spreads them, but not enough to wake her. He keeps his eyes on her as he peels the crotch of her panties aside, the scent of her pussy filling her nostrils. He flicks his eyes down to her, the softness of her folds and the bulb of her clit looking at him straight in the eyes. He feels saliva build in his mouth, thick and hot. He leans in, pressing a wet kiss to her pussy. She shifts, and as the tip of his tongue traces the curves of her folds, she shifts more. 

The ache wakes her up. She moans, the feeling of his tongue against her waking her like a rip current. She arches her back, and she spreads her legs for him. Joe smirks, and his eyes dilate with lust.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he grumbled before he engulfed her pussy with his lips. 

E — EXPERIENCE [ are they experienced? do they know what they’re doing? ]

Joe knows what he’s doing. He knows the essential parts of a woman’s body, like where the clit is and that her nipples can, when stimulated right, can make her cum. But how he touches and kisses his partner will depend on who she is. He adapts to his girl and what she wants. He learns her pretty fast, learns what gets her going and what doesn’t. He knows that the compression shirts he wears to practice are one of the best ways to get her wet. 

He also knows when she’s ovulating. It’s not that hard considering she’s usually on top when she’s ovulating. Which is dangerous in and of itself. 

F — FAVORITE POSITION [ pretty self explanatory ]

He likes to watch. He wants to watch every reaction, every movement of her body. So, he naturally gravitates towards missionary. He can watch her tits bounce while he pounds into her, he can watch her lips part with her moans, and he can watch her beautiful eyes roll into the back of her head. He can watch as her chest heaves with her breaths, can feel her nipples against his chest when he presses his body against hers. 

He likes to be against her. When he’s taking her from behind, his chest is pressed against her back. His thrusts are deep, hitting her sweet spot at an angle that has her moaning. His hands will slide up her sides, keeping her grounded but also sending electrical currents down her spine. He’ll let his hands roam up and cup her breasts, even though they're pressed against the bed. He likes the idea that she’s under him, that she’s going to be a whimpering mess either way. 

G — GOOFY [ are they more serious in the moment? are they funny? etc ]

Joe is pretty serious in bed. He takes the intimacy between you seriously, and anything that involves such depth he takes seriously. There are moments, where something doesn’t go to plan, where he’ll scoff. Like when your panties got caught on your toes and flung across the room.

“You could have taken someone’s eye out,” she jokes, that sweet giggle filling the room. Joe smiles, the soft chuckle he always has slipping past his swollen lips.

“Now that would be a headline,” he huffs, kissing her inner thigh, “‘Flung Panties Hit Man in the Face. Files charges.’”

She laughs, hearty and full. Even as he’s about to eat her out, they both can find joy. Their laughter subsides and Joe nears her sopping cunt.

“Alright, pretty girl, enough with the games. I wanna taste you,”

And boy does he. 

H — HAIR [ how well-groomed are they? ]

Joe keeps himself pretty clean cut. He’s used to the grooming, considering he did it for football in college. It’s also just way more comfortable considering the tight pants he wears. He doesn’t need any added unnecessary friction.

But he does have a happy trail. It’s bright blonde, so you barely see it, but it’s there. And you absolutely adore it. He knows it too. He’ll stretch, his shirt riding up right above the waistline of his shorts, uncovering his blonde happy trail and muscular v-line.

“Like what you see baby?” He would ask, and of course, you do.

I — INTIMACY [ how are they during the moment? romantically? ]

Because he takes any sexy time seriously, any moment he shares with his girl is intimate. He makes sure to kiss her, to mark her, to make sure she knows that no matter how rough it is, she’s always his girl. 

He’s behind her, his hands running over her hips. Her skin is beautiful, glowing in the low light of the room. He leans down, pressing a wet kiss between her shoulder blades. He slides a hand between her legs, his fingers sliding through her soaked folds. She gasps, but she melts into his hand.

“So beautiful,” he hums into her ear, kissing the spot under her ear, “you’re gorgeous, you know that? The prettiest girl there is, and she’s all mine,”

He replaces his hand with his cock, and he slowly guides himself into her. Every time he does so, it’s fireworks. He can never get enough of her.

“I love you,” he whispers to her before he starts with his thrusts.

J — JACK OFF [ masturbation headcanon ]

She comes home, the house eerily silent. All except for one sound. She kicks off her shoes and she walks through the house. She doesn’t see Joe, but she can hear him. She walks into their bedroom, gently pushing the door open. She watches him, his hand around his thick, red and angry cock, his face in utter bliss.

He doesn’t see her, doesn’t hear her. 

His hand is stuttering, his stomach fluttering as he nears that beautiful edge. He’s missing something, though. His hand is slick with his arousal as he strokes himself, as he bucks his hips into his hand.

Then his eyes open. Then he sees her. Then he gets that final thing he needs. He watches her, the smirk on her face as she leans against the doorframe. She can tell he’s close; his chest is heaving, his eyes are clouded. His cock is red and sensitive, thick and swollen. She steps closer, whimpers leaving Joe’s lips. She touches his thigh, and that’s enough to send him spiraling. He cums into his hand, the sticky substance making him gasp. His cum coats his hand, warm and thick. His stomach clenches, his body shaking as he comes undone. 

“Good boy,”

K — KINK [ one or more of their kinks ]

PRAISE. KINK. Joe loves to be told he’s doing a good job. He loves when those sweet moans fill the room, telling him that he was doing a good job. He loves when she looks at him while he’s fucking her nice and slow, telling him that he was making her feel so good.

“Feel so good,” she murmurs as he thrusts into her, his hands bracing his body on either side of her head. Joe’s heart flutters, his stomach flips, and he feels himself teeter on that edge. He would have to hold himself back from cumming just from that single bout of praise.

Overstimulation. It doesn’t happen often, only really happening after days of being away from each other. He loves seeing her face, flushed and wet with tears, he loves feeling her pussy flutter around his cock as he makes her cum for the upteenth time. He loves how he’s the one to make her whine, to make her whimper. 

But she never asks him to stop.

L — LOCATION [ what is their favorite place to get busy? least favorite place? ]

Bedroom. Period. It’s easy, it’s private, and it allows for more than one round to be had. Joe can take his time, he can unravel her and pick her apart as slowly or as quickly as he wants. It’s also a place where no one can see his most vulnerable, his most intimate. The bedroom holds sacred meaning for him, not just for sex, but for tears and for sheer joy. 

His least favorite is probably a bathroom. It’s too risky, it’s too public. If he’s desperate enough, he’ll draw her into a quiet bathroom that no one uses, but he doesn’t like that he’s too focused on whether or not they’ll be caught. He wants to be in the moment, he wants to be full of her, not full of anxiety. 

M — MOTIVATION [ what turns them on? gets them going? ]

Seeing her do something she’s passionate about or good at. The concentration she has, or the way she talks about her passions. The way her eyes light up, it’s both arousing and endearing. But what gets him the most is seeing her workout. 

The sweat that beads down her face, the way her tits look in the sports bra she wears, how her ass looks in her compression shorts. Her hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, and she looks too much how she is when she’s fucked through. It makes his cock twitch in his shorts, and if he stares too long, he’s gonna have her in one of the bathrooms.

Which he would rather not, mainly because he wants to hear her. 

N — NO [ what is something they wouldn’t do, no exceptions? ]

Anything with pain, like actual pain. If it hurts her or him, he’s not doing it. He won’t even experiment with it. He’s a big guy, and he’s already getting over a fear of hurting her with his weight. He doesn’t need that anxiety of actually hurting her filling his chest. 

O — ORAL [ do they like receiving or giving better? or both? are they good at it? ]

He loves to smell her, to feel her thighs wrap around his head. He loves how she responds to him, how her back arches, how she pushes her clit further against his face. He loves being the one to taste her, and he would spend hours between her legs. 

But there is something about seeing her mouth wrapped around his cock, taking him so submissively. There’s something about how she looks up at him, one hand resting on his thigh while the other one is stroking the skin of his cock that her mouth isn’t reaching. He can’t help but thrust into her throat, feeling his tip hit the back of her throat. He can’t help but cum in her mouth, watching as it makes her saliva stick together. He loves watching your pink lips around his veiny, thick cock. He loves watching her eyes water from intensity.

If he had to pick, it would be receiving the best head from his best girl. 

P — PACE [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? ]

Depends on the day and the mood. If he’s stressed, or he’s high strung for some reason, he’s going fast. His hips will snap against hers in a way that has her whimpering. His cock will be buried so deep into her that she can feel it in her throat. Tears will roll down her cheeks from the sheer intensity of his thrusts, her mind fighting for some semblance of control. Joe’s lost in her, he’s lost in how she so easily wraps around him, like puzzle pieces. He’ll make her cum again and again until she’s shaking, until her whimpers are the only sound that comes from her lips. 

But there are slower days, days where he worships her. His lips will kiss every inch of skin, setting fire to the nerves that lay beneath the surface. His hands will be a gentle caress, like he’s petting a flower. He takes his time, kissing her neck, moving in and out of her at a pace that’s filling but slow. His cock fills her, her pussy sucking him in and inviting him into her warm walls. He’ll whisper sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how good of a girl she is, how beautiful she is, how full he feels around her. There’s a purpose in his movements, and not just to make her feel good, but to worship the goddess beneath him.

Q — QUICKIE [ their opinions on quickies, how often, stuff like that ]

He’s not a fan. He doesn’t like the quick, seemingly meaningless sex. He wants to take his time, he wants to feel every inch of her body. He’d rather hold out at a party than have it his way with her. The only time when he would consider it is when they needed something before work, when he needed to feel her. In the privacy of their home, dressed and ready for work, he’d pull his pants down and hers. He would pull her panties to the side and he’d bend her over the bed, slamming his hips into her.

It’s fast, doesn’t feel as intimate, but they’re satisfied until they can get home again and have all of the time in the world. 

R — RISK [ do they take risks? do they experiment? ]

Joe is pretty vanilla. He keeps with the same routine, the same toolbox of things he and his girl like. He doesn’t experiment all that often, and the only risk he’ll take is cumming inside of her. Because it feels too good to not to. 

If Joe were to experiment, he would put himself in more of the submissive role. He’d let her tie him up, he’d let her do whatever she wanted to him. It happened once, when his hands were tied above his head with her panties. She kisses down his body, littering his skin with hickeys, her own mark on his skin. He watches her as she teases him, as she lets the possessive glint in her eyes flutter down her spine. He watches as her obsession with him turns into a possession, sweet and hot. 

He’d do it again. A hundred times over.

S — STAMINA [ how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? ]

He can go for two rounds, MAYBE three if he’s feeling it. He gets tired, maybe a little oversensitive, but that doesn’t mean the pleasure stops for her. He has fingers and a mouth for a reason. Joe can last as long as he wants to, but there are times when he has no control.

When she praises him just right, when she runs her hands through his hair and calls him her good boy.

He’ll cum in her so hard and so fast he won’t even know what hit him. It’ll blind him, making him whimper. He’s hers for as long as she’ll have him.

T — TOYS [ do they own toys? do they use them on their partner or themselves? ]

She owns toys, but only for when he’s gone. He doesn’t like the idea of her pleasuring herself when he’s readily available. It’s not a toxic idea, it’s more of a wya of him staking his claim. She knows that her toys can’t top the way his cock feels. He knows that any sort of masterbation can’t top how she feels. 

U — UNFAIR [ how much do they like to tease? to be teased? ]

Joe LOVES to tease. He loves how she squirms and how she wiggles under him. His fingers ghost her skin, his lips hovering over hers. The promise of his touch is enough for her to squirm, it’s enough for her to clench her thighs together. He looks down at her, his blue eyes dark with the storm of his desire. 

He guides his cock over her soaked folds, the sensation of her velvet against the tender tip of his cock makes him groan. She’s soaked, and with every tease of his cock, she feels her muscles twitch. She needs him inside of her, she needs his cock to stretch her walls like she loves. But he just teases her, he plays with her, and she’s frustrated. He loves it.

On the contrary, he has mixed feelings about being teased. Some days, he wants her to. He won’t tell her, but he loves when she has her fun. Watching her touch him but not his cock, watching her eyes darken, it’s arousing. There are some days where he won’t take the teasing, and he’ll grab her and flip them, immediately taking her. 

“Don’t fucking tease me,” he’ll growl in her ear as he fucks her senseless. 

V — VOLUME [ how loud are they? what sounds do they make? ]

He’s not very loud. He breathes heavily, but he doesn’t make a lot of noise. But when he does, she knows he’s feeling good. He’ll always grunt when he pushes into her, and his breaths go ragged when he nears that tipping point. He moans every now and then, the low reverb of his noise heating up the room instantaneously. He’ll groan in her ear, his breaths fanning her skin.

No matter what, he will always show her how good she makes him feel. She always brings out the most intimate of sounds, a whimper. When she has him under her, her pussy being split open by his cock, his hands grasp at her hips.

And when she rides him, swiveling her hips in a delicious circle, he can’t help but whimper. His body aches, his chest fluttering. 

“Baby,” he’d whimper, and she knows at that moment that she has him wrapped around her finger.

W — WILD CARD [ random headcanon! ]

Joe likes to watch. Doesn’t matter how.

He’s got her on her stomach on the bed, the warm lighting of the room casting golden shadows on her skin. One hand is under her, cradling her chin, tilting her head up. The other arm is holding himself up as he guides his hips slowly against her body. Her moans fuel him, the soft whispers of her pleasure. Joe kisses her neck, but his eyes are on her.

In the mirror. 

She looks beautiful. Her tits are perky, nipples hard as he cock continuously drags in and out of her. His eyes are dark, stained with his need. He picks up his pace, his cock hitting deeper into her raw and split pussy. She’s soaked, her arousal acting as the lubricant for his thrusts. Her body jerks under his, but he keeps her close. His teeth nip at her ear, soft grunts filling her head. Her head is tilted up, her neck littered with red, possessive marks. They look darker in the light, a sign of the depth of not only his passion, but his possession. 

When she reaches that orgasm, the sweet and stinging peak of ecstasy, her moans are a melody Joe wants to hear on repeat. He presses her body to his, dipping his head into her neck. He flicks his eyes to the mirror, watching her. Her jaw is slack, her stomach heaving with the breaths she took, and her eyes are shut. 

“Open your eyes,” he gruffly commands in her ear, and she does so. She can see the marks on her neck, she can see her muscles twitch from the force of her orgasm. She can feel Joe in her, the way the girth of his cock makes her walls smile, clenching around him.

“Look how pretty you are,” Joe hums in her ear, making her shiver, “and you’re all mine,”

X — X-RAY [ let’s take a look under them clothes mmhmm ]

That purple hat he wore at LSU didn’t lie. No notes.

Y — YEARNING [ how high is their sex drive? ]

It has a pretty consistent cycle. It has highs and lows. During the season, his sex drive isn’t as high. But when he gets a moment with his girl during the season, best bet it’s marathon sex. It’s like his body makes up for the lack of drive in a single moment, and its built up so high he can barely breathe.

The offseason, mans is always horny. He’s always wanting a piece of her, wanting her close. He’s clingy, which doesn’t help. He always needs her, and morning sex becomes a normal thing. It’s not everyday, but it's more often than when he’s in the throes of the season.

Z — ZZZZ [ how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards? ]

Joe doesn’t fall asleep until she does. He’ll hold her in his arms, his fingers tracing the contour of her spine. Her skin is hot, but her breaths are evening out. Her eyes are shut, her eyelashes tickling his neck. He holds her, resting his head against hers. He’s exhausted, but he’s the happiest man on earth, and he falls asleep listening to that truth.