#now I earned myself a good nap

[ppssession]

It wouldn't hurt to switch roles sometimes.

Denis is a skinny nerd who looks very weak during his school break. Instead of having a relaxing break, he has to work at a seaside resort to earn money to survive because he is alone with no parents

One day while he was working hard, he met the son of the owner of this resort. He was a hot guy with a hot body that made my heart flutter. He was often at the beach showing off his beautiful muscles. He came to stay here during the school break. He seemed to be the same age as me, which made me feel a little jealous because our fates were so different

Later, I often noticed him disappearing into a small stone alley to take a nap during the day. When he was sleeping, I would often sneak up on him to watch him. I admired his handsome face while he was sleeping, which made my heart beat faster. When I returned, I would sometimes be reprimanded by my boss for disappearing for a while One day while I was cleaning my room in the morning, I found a strange coin. It had small letters that said “Switch”. I was a little surprised when I looked at it, but I didn’t really care. After I finished cleaning, I walked out of the room and looked at the beach. I saw a young man who had made my heart flutter not long ago. Even though I had been watching him for a while, I still didn’t know his name. I tried to ask my boss, but he gave me a stupid reason that a temporary employee like me didn’t need to know the name of the resort owner’s son. Even though I was hurt, I couldn’t do anything. At work, I didn’t even have any friends to talk to.

Not long after, my boss ordered me to bring him sunglasses. "Why didn't he go get them himself?" I thought to myself as I brought him sunglasses. When I arrived at the beach, I didn't see him. I knew immediately that he must be in that small stone alley. When I arrived at the stone alley, I was shocked to see him lying naked. Normally, he would wear pajamas, but now he took off his pajamas to reveal his big, long penis. Its thickness made my heart beat very fast. I stared at it, looking at every part of his body as he slept. But suddenly, I felt a vibration from a coin in his pocket. When I opened it, I found a strange coin that shook and glowed. I took it out and saw the small letters that said "Switch". It was shining very brightly. I don't know what made me say "Switch". Suddenly, my body slowly changed.

I screamed as my muscles changed. It was no wonder that no one could hear me, because the alley was quite far from the resort. But the strange thing was that no matter how loud I screamed, the body of the resort owner's son did not respond as if he could not hear me. My body gradually changed for the better. The muscles that were once thin gradually thickened until they were equal to his. My height quickly increased until they were equal to his. My face gradually changed as well. My eyes, nose, and mouth gradually changed to be his. The pain gradually decreased as almost everything gradually became his. Or was it only my penis that remained unchanged? But before I felt comfortable, my penis gradually expanded. Its size and length gradually increased. As its size and length increased, I felt as good as if someone was using his mouth to worship me.

When it was equal to his size, I reached my climax, my body trembled as I was released, I breathed heavily, looking at my changed body, running my hands over every part with satisfaction, this face, the curves of my muscles, and this genitals, it was so wonderful. I looked at the still body of the resort owner's son, his body slowly changed and shrunk into my old body. Seeing this, I smiled wickedly, took off my old clothes, stole the swimming trunks that were lying next to him to put on. "It feels so good to have a new chicken." While putting it on, I looked at the strange coin that had fallen as I slowly changed. I picked it up. When my finger touched the coin, memories of the resort owner's son flooded my mind. Addresses, passwords, family preferences, everything came to mind. "I finally know your name, Six. I am now Six Mason, the son of the hot resort owner. Denis walked out of the alley in his new identity. After walking for a while, he looked at his old body walking back to work and was reprimanded for being gone for so long. "Poor Denis, my old self." Denis, who was now Six, wore sunglasses and walked back and forth on the beach to show off his hot body like the old Six used to do. "Well, I have to think about what to do next in this new body when I get back to the resort. “I think I’d rather have fun with my new chicken, haha,” he said as he reached into his pants pocket to grab his penis that was slowly becoming hard inside his pants.

This is a story requested by a lovely follower. I hope you, the readers and those who requested it, will enjoy it. Haha, if there are any errors, please help me fix them. I hope to continue writing stories like this. See you in the next one. Bye bye.

[instant-delusions]

hi!! could i request a smut of lazy, sleepy sex with xavier, but he goes So Excruciatingly Slow just to get back at you for all the times he's been teased? 🤲 slow and soft just feels so xavier-core to me but at the same time, his "and you're not worried about me retaliating?" line lives rent free in my mind i KNOW he'd go a step further and use it to tease back...

also out of curiosity- i noticed your recent fic titles and are you a moa..!!!! ((bc i needed to yell that xavier gives aaalllll the nap of a star vibes))

hi my sweet! this is an AMAZING request, tysm!! and yes, I'm a moa (beomgyu biased), xavier is so fairy of shampoo coded it's BAFFLING ⭐️💗

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xavier x afab! reader

cw: slow sex, teasing, p in v

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outside, the world was draped in dark indigo - it was quiet, most people were in their beds trying to get some sleep in for their next 9 to 5 shift. xavier was breathing heavily into your nape, his arm draped around your waist from behind. his pale hair tickled your naked shoulder, but the press of his warm, naked body against yours was so comfortable that you could've fallen asleep - were it not for his dick sliding into you languidly.

this is torture, you thought. xavier's cock was pushing into you so nicely, his tip kissing your hilt everytime he finally pressed his hips far enough, which was way less than what would've satisfied you. honestly, you were contemplating just closing your eyes and drifting off, but the hope of him quenching your need kept you awake. "...xavier. why." you whispered, and a quiet 'hm?' came as a response, his lips pressing to your shoulder.

"why are you going so slow?" you sighed, focusing on how you were able to feel every little vein, and every little pulse of his dick inside. he was dragging it along your walls at a snail's pace. hell, even a turtle could've made it from linkon to pluto by now. "dunno, maybe cause you were being unfair back on our mission." xavier shrugged, circling his finger on the plush of your thigh.

ah yes, the mission. he was talking about that one time you were assigned to a fancy dinner party and had to pick out clothes that fit the occasion.

"your ass looked so good in those pants I couldn't help myself!" you argued, which earned you a quiet chuckle. "thank you, but don't tease me too much. I'm not as aloof as you think." xavier pressed closer to you, biting the side of your neck and burying himself deeper inside, nudging your cervix. gently, he let his hands travel to the back of your knee, lifting up your leg for better access.

"I think it's time you realize that."

[lovelynim]

Nap time

Sasaki to Miyano - Sasaki x Miyano

A/N: Another comm to the one and only @wertzunge!! I feel so lucky for having such a supportive and encouraging friend around me. Thank you so much for your patience and trust, Max!! I hope you like it!

Summary: After a fruitful date afternoon, Sasaki suggests that he and Miyano take a nap before dinner - however, Miyano is not tired yet...

Word count: 1036 words

“S-senpai!” Miyano squealed, his arms tightening around Sasaki’s neck and legs wrapping around his body. “You don’t have to carry m- w-wahh!!”

“Hahah, don’t worry, Miya-chan,” Sasaki chuckled, smiling fondly as he caught Miyano looking over his shoulder, checking out the height, “I’m not going to drop you”. At least, he didn’t plan to - and hoped he wouldn’t.

Getting home after a date with his cute Miya-chan always rewarded Sasaki the cutest memories of his partners. Miyano would always be rambling about the latest released chapter of his novels, or even giving a thorough review of the movie they just watched, and Sasaki was always more than glad to hear him.

This time, however, after visiting a couple different stores, Miyano looked a little… tired. And what kind of boyfriend would Sasaki be if he couldn’t spare his lover from walking the rest of the way? 

Back to the present, Sasaki tightly hugged Miyano with one arm while using his free hand to unlock the door. “See? I told you’d be fine.”

“T-this is embarrassing, senpai…” Miyano mumbled, pressing his face into the crook of Sasaki’s neck while an adorable shade of red spreaded over his cheeks. “P-put me down, please.”

Despite Miyano’s request, letting him go so soon wasn’t part of Sasaki’s plan. Walking past their home’s entrance, Sasaki kicked off his shoes and walked towards the bedroom, taking extra care within each step to make sure he wouldn’t bump into anything. “Here we are, Miya-chan,” Sasaki spoke softly, feeling his heart skip a bit at how adorable his boyfriend looked when he turned his head around to check where they were.

“Why… the bedroom?” Miyano frowned slightly, turning his head back around to face Sasaki.

“Aren’t you tired, Miya-chan? Let’s take a nap,” Sasaki hummed, slowly approaching the bed with his lover still in his arms, “we can have dinner afterwards.”

As much as Miyano would usually complain about the excess of care in Sasaki’s actions, he couldn’t really argue with such a good plan. “Hmm… sounds good, senpai. B-but can you put me down now?”

Sasaki smiled and nodded, lifting one of his knees into the mattress and bending over to gently place Miyano among the pillows. “Of course,” Sasaki muttered, gently sliding his hands across his partner’s body while he did so. “Let me take care of you, Miya-chan ~”

Those words didn’t make sense to Miyano at first. He shyly supported his torso on his elbows, trying to get a better look at what his senpai was doing. The sight, however, managed to fluster Miyano more than anything else at that point. 

“U-um, senpai!” He whimpered, feeling Sasaki tug at the back of his ankle and pull his shoe off his foot, “I can do it myself!”

Sasaki lifted his eyes from Miyano’s foot inside his grip to his adorable flushed face. “Nooo way,” he mumbled, his voice filled with defiance and stubbornness. Miyano gritted his teeth, trying to pull his leg away from Sasaki’s.

“I’m not so tired that I can’t take off my own shoes!”

However, Sasaki didn’t seem to be willing to let go. “I want to take care of you, Miya-chan,” he pouted, swiping a finger up the sole that he currently had a hold on and earning a squeal from the smaller guy.

“S-senpai, wahait!” Miyano reached out for Sasaki, but he and his hands were just out of his reach. “That- ahahah! W-why ahare you tihihickling me?!”

“You said you weren’t tired enough to let me take care of you,” Sasaki mumbled, even sounding a little cold as he scribbled Miyano’s socked sole with his free hand, “so I will just tire you out”.

It took Sasaki very little-to-no-effort to turn his hesitating, shy boyfriend into a mess of giggles and pleas. He moved his fingers up from Miyano’s heel to the middle of his foot, lazily repeating this pattern once, twice, thrice…

“S-sehehenpai!! AHAhah, t-that’s nohohot fahahair!!” Miyano whined, kicking his free leg and clenching his hands around the bedsheets. “Lehehet go!!”

“I can’t, Miya-chan, you’re not tired yet,” Sasaki explained calmly, deciding to move his hand a little higher and tickle the arches of Miyano’s foot. As louder and panicked laughter poured from the other’s lips, Sasaki knew this was a good idea. “Does it tickle more here?”

The bluntness of that question alone was as effective as any teasing Sasaki could possibly come up with. Miyano hugged a nearby pillow, thrashing his head left and right, “sehehenpai!! NOHOhohot thehehere!!”

Sasaki smiled, unbothered, and didn’t stop. Not even when Miyano tried to crawl away or flailed his limbs. He knew he shouldn’t get carried away, but it was so hard to not want to hear more of that adorable, boyish giggles. “Miya-chan, stop kicking me,” he groaned as Miyano somehow managed to hit his face for the third time, pushing Sasaki’s head back with his free foot.

“I’m sohOHOhorry!! I cahahan’t hehehelp it!”

Those words felt like an arrow piercing through Sasaki’s heart. Even when he was being “bullied” and restlessly tickled, he still looked utterly cute. “Heh, don’t worry, it didn’t hurt,” Sasaki teased, trying to worm up his fingers under Miyano’s toes.

“AhahAHAh!! PLehEHEhease, senpahAHAHAI!!”

As sudden as it started, Sasaki stopped the ticklish onslaught, freeing Miyano’s ankle from his grip. “Oh,” he gasped quietly, looking down to Miyano’s foot in his lap, “sorry, Miya-chan. Did it hurt?”

“N-no, ahaha…” Miyano wheezed, his vision a little blurry as small tears of mirth still clinged to his lashes. His body went limp on top of the soft mattress, barely having strength to hug the pillow between his arms. “J-just tihickled.”

“Hm, and are you tired now, Miya-chan?” Sasaki spoke while climbing onto the bed, his body towering over Miyano’s smaller figure. The other nodded, a faint smile lingering in his lips. “Good, then let’s sleep. I will make you something to eat when we get up”.

With the silent agreement to their plans for later, Sasaki snuggled closer to his boyfriend, pushing away the pillow and resting his head over Miyano’s chest. Listening to his accelerated heartbeat, Sasaki couldn’t help but feel the warmth spreading over his own face. “You’re so cute, Miya-chan”.  

[ask-the-nine-links]

Hii!!! I’m so glad you and the boys are back!

Are you taking care of yourselves?

Four? Are you getting enough sleep? Are you eating well? How are the colors? Getting along? No fights? ^^

Wind? Are you behaving? Are you having a fun time with everyone? Stay young minded and keep that wild imagination going! You and four!

Wild? Are you making sure to stay out of trouble? No need to give Twi early grey hairs now ^^

Legend? Have you been taking care of yourself? I know what you went through in the past hurts and stings still so make sure to give yourself time to heal ^^

Sky..oh precious sweet baby sky..I hope you are doing well ^^ remember that have nothing to feel guilty for..and that you are loved and cherished. You may

Hyrule! ^^ like legend I hope you are also taking care of yourself, you and legend had it rough in your timeline, and I hope you two have been healing well

Warriors! I know your name says it all man, your a proud and humble warrior and you’ll be ok, but remember to give yourself time to take care of yourself ^^

Twi!!! How ya doing? :D petting a lot of fluffy animals? Having bonding moments with time? I hope you have been doing well ^^

Time..dude..I hope you are doing alright with 8 youngsters to look after while also being away from your wife for only goddesses knows how long…it’s commendable that you are able to keep everything together and yet also play dad for everyone…that deserves respect man and you earned it.

Also someone wants to say hello to you all! Say hi to Tsuki

Four: Abstaining from answering about my sleep schedule. Everything else is going well, everyone is doing okay.

Wind: Name one time I've ever behaved in my life.

Four: Your gran-

Wind: Never mind, shut the fuck up Smithy. I am having fun though when we aren't being attacked!

Wild: Exactly as Wind said, when have I ever behaved post-nap? Also I've only cause Twi to have a FEW grey hairs, the rest were all his own doing!

Legend: You don't tell me what to do or how to exist.

Sky: ...

Legend: ... But I've been doing as best I fucking can in both fronts.

Sky: There we go. I am doing quiet well, thank you for caring so much!

Hyrule: I've been doing pretty good so far! Doing better than Legend at least.

Legend: If you weren't you I'd punt you like a Chu into the fucking sun-

Warriors: Awww, you care about moi? Do not worry, I am making sure to take care of myself.

Twilight: That's my dog now. Don't worry, I'll take good care of 'em.

Time: Pup, we've talked about this. You cannot steal other's dogs.

Twilight: Watch me.

Time:

Time: Before I have to go redeliver a lecture, I want to thank you for your words. However, I don't need to be commended for wrangling them, despite what I say I wouldn't have it any other way.

[chaoticgoblindev]

The Pollen Dilemma

Pairing: Leona x Fem!Reader

Pronouns used: She/Her

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, dedagration, praise, p in v, cussing, unprotected!sex, fem!reader, f!ngering, oral!giving, the reader is called "yuu".

Summary: With the ADeuce Duo and Grim, assignments are sure to go wrong. This time around, you earned a memorable encounter with a grumpy lion man.

A/N: based on a request, hope you enjoy🫶

Leona was pissed.

And no, it wasn't because his nap was ruined, it wasn't from being pestered by teachers, it wasn't even because of his family. The reason for his foul mood was simple and complex…

You. His herbivore. His bunny.

Everything began with a science project with the ADeuce Duo and Grim. Things were fine until they weren’t, on top of having to clean and help restore the alchemy lab to its former state, you now had to redo the assignment from scratch and within the day. It seemed Crewel was angrier than usual this time around. (but who could blame him when his pups always cause trouble.)

It fell to you, once again, to make sure everything was done correctly. If you were to be honest with yourself for once, it was exhausting. Cleaning the alchemy lab had taken a good 2 hours even with multiple people, 2 of which attempted to slack off. 

“Okay, now that everything is clean… We should start doing our project.” You sighed wearily and began to turn to face the designated cauldron that Deuce conveniently summoned.

Ace and Grim were sitting and slouching across the table and watched as you began gathering the required ingredients. 

“Come on, can’t we have a small break?” The ginger groaned as he began to spin his magic pen around. Grim added onto that with a whiny agreement which only added to your foul mood.

Deuce’s eyes flicked between the slouchers and his stressed friend. “Come on, the quicker we get this done the sooner we can relax. It’s our fault we are here anyway.” His attempt to ease the stress off your back by reminding his friends had made you smile faintly. Deuce was always intuitive and emotionally like that, even if he was just a tad delayed in getting the big picture. You nodded to him with thanks, something he mimicked.

The project was going smoothly again, the ingredients were added correctly, and the heating temperature was maintained perfectly. In a way, it reminds you of cooking. Eventually, it came down to the final stretch, adding pollen from a mystical flower said to have great regenerable abilities. The trick was having to add the mixture consistently and slowly at a set boiling temperature. Easy enough right? Wrong.

“Wait Grim don’t, that's the wrong side of the lid!” You shrieked, seeing the container pointed down at the cauldron on an open spout rather than a sprinkle. Grim had yanked back the pollen but it was too late, a big chunk of the flower dust fell into the cauldron. Seeing how this could go wrong from previous events, you ran towards Grim, grabbing him by the collar and tossing him to Ace. Ace caught him, eye widening seeing the cauldron bubbling and sparking.

“Get down!” Someone yelled as you pushed your friend to the ground and shielded them, your back facing the cauldron.

Poof!

Turning around you saw that yellow dust had exploded and landed in the areas close to the cauldron. The cleanup didn’t look like it would be too bad. But the project surely had to be redone. Again. 

“DAMMIT GRIM!” You bellowed, the stress rage finally snapping. You know it wasn’t his fault, it was an accident sure, but that didn’t stop you from taking it out on your friends. “How is it so damn hard for y’all to just complete one lesson without screwing it up!”

Grim looked dejected, his ears pinned and eyes wide which made Ace step in. “Woah! Prefect, it was an accident so chill out. We will just redo it and be extra careful this time, no need to yell.”

“We wouldn’t have to redo it if y’all would stop being so careless. Just get out and go.” You seethed, crossing your arms, “I will complete the project myself, and we will all get the same credit. Just. Go.” 

Deuce was quiet, and began ushering the other two out of the room. He at least understood your anger but it didn’t stop him from feeling a bit hurt at your harsh words.

In the silence of the lab, you sunk to your knees with a frustrated groan. You would apologize later, but as of now, you had to clean up and redo the project. When you grabbed the broom from the nearby closet, you noticed some of the pollen mixture had landed on your sleeve. On closer examination, you noticed it trailed all across your lab coat and your whole backside. 

“Fucking MARVELOUS.” Your biting sarcasm echoed around your lone figure as you yanked the lab coat off.

It had been 10 minutes when the mess was cleaned up and the ingredients were all lined up by the order they went in. The footsteps of someone grabbed your attention, and without turning to look at who it was you just assumed it was one of your friends. “Didn’t I say to leave? I said I would handle this.”

“Ahh... That explains it then.” The voice was too deep and rich for it to be the others, and even without turning, you knew who it was. Spinning around you saw Leona leaning against the doorway, his eyes seemed dilated compared to their usual slits which had thrown you off for a second. 

“Explains what exactly?” You huffed, not ready for the teasing comments of your crush.

“Why your buddies seemed to be walking to the mirror chamber like scolded dogs. Now it makes sense why…” His eyes lingered on your curves before he met your eye contact. “What happened?” 

You sat on the nearby desk and rubbed your eyes. “Healing flower pollen potion went wrong not once, but twice. It got all over me.”

“I know. I can smell it, I mean.” Leona cleared his throat and shifted his weight. “Do you... Need help?” He offered, which made your eyebrow raise. It wasn’t like him to make more work for him. Though when you attempted to comment he added with a sleazy smirk, “Ya just look stressed and what kind of housewarden would I be if I didn’t help out my freshman?” 

“We’re nearly the same age.” You deadpanned which he only smirked at and walked past you towards the cauldron. His posture and movements seemed tense, maybe the smell of the pollen was causing his senses to be overwhelmed. “You don’t have to help if the smell is too strong, I can handle it.” You grabbed his arm to stop him but he let out a low chuff when your fingers grazed his skin which made you pull back. 

“It’s… fine. Let’s just get it over with then.” Leona quickly lit the fire under the cauldron with a wave of his pen and began to silently add the ingredients. He barely let you help or get near to the cauldron, the help was appreciated but at the same time, it felt like he thought you would mess up.

“I can do it, you know?” You sighed. His ears twitched and he glanced at you then focused on the potion again. This was just confusing, he was confusing, just wasn’t acting like himself and seemed more jumpy. His voice cut you off just as you were going to ask him if he was fine.

“What exactly happened, Yuu?” Leona muttered, the tone of his almost seemed angry like he was holding himself back.

“Grim accidentally dropped a big chunk of the pollen at once.” You answered which caused Leona to pinch his brow and whisper something. “...Why?”

“Well, that explains the aroma. As soon as we are done here, you are going to Ramshackle and taking a long shower.” Leona replies as he finishes up the potion, this time sprinkling the pollen in controlled consistent amounts.

“What? Why? Does it smell that bad?” You took a whiff of your clothes yet nothing smelled strange, if anything the scent was sweet.

Leoma seemed to groan and leaned his head back. “Just- Don’t be a brat. Be a good girl and listen for once, ya?” His eyes dilated again as he finally faced you to hand over the potion. Now that you could see his full figure it seemed that he looked flushed in the face and panting. Maybe he was sick? However long you stared at him with a confused glower was a moment too long for his temper. “For fucks sake,” taking a few short steps towards you and forcing the bottle into your hands, a low growl formed in his throat, “Please, Bunny. Go straight to your dorm and wash that scent off you.” Leona disappeared past you, yet again cutting you off from speaking.

What the fuck just happened?

—

Of course, you wished you had listened to Leona but in your defense, he never warned you what was so bad about whatever substance was on you. By the time you finally finished filling out the lab part of the assignment, it was nearly time for the deadline that Crewel set! You had to rush across campus to Crewel’s home class to deliver the potion. After explaining that you had sent your friends to their dorms to respect curfew he just nodded and sent you on your way.

You had been crossing the courtyard when you heard a few hushed voices around a corner. Upon squinting and getting closer you realized it was some Savanaclaw students.

“Wonder why Housewarden was acting like that today?” One of them huffed.

“I Know. Odd enough he showed up for Spelldrive practice but then he actually started to play. He was acting strange for sure.” The other validated your own experience.

“I feel like I am gonna be sore for weeks, maybe the Housewarden just needed to blow off steam or something?” The third groaned, rolling his shoulders.

“Wait, do you guys smell that?” The first one seemed to almost purr, his eyes dilating much like Leona’s did.

Damn beastman’s sense of smell.

Something wasn’t sitting right with you, like your gut instincts were kicking in. You quickly exited the area and began rushing back to the dorm with a brisk walking pace. After listening to the conversation you decided to visit Leona. I mean he had to explain what was going on.

Entering the mirror of Savanaclaw you were welcomed by the dusky arid landscape. In its own dried-up aesthetic, it was quite beautiful. Crossing the familiar tiered building, you noticed the wandering eyes of a few students. They all seemed to grow stiff, twitchy, almost agitated. A few of them even began to walk closer towards you. You quickly headed to Leona’s room, getting the feeling that the beastmen were not being their usual territorial selves. When you got to the door of Leona’s room it swung open and you were pulled inside.

“What the hell did I tell you, Bunny?” He growled, slamming your body into the door and caging you against it. Getting a good look at him, he looked downright sick or like he had been fighting someone.

“What’s going on?” Was all you could muster. He laughed darkly as he inched closer to you, though his muscles tightened and he pushed away from you. His eyes darted to the wood door you leaned against, another growl and he was back to dragging you away. He shoved you towards the bed with a restrained roughness.

“Why didn’t you listen to me like I said?” He covered his eyes with a hand and let out a groan of annoyance.

“I didn’t have time! When I finally finished the lab portion of the assignment it was nearly Crewel’s due date so I had to rush to his class.” You defended, gesticulating to emphasize your point.

Leona took a long breathy sigh and then pivoted to turn away from you. “That doesn’t explain why you came here.” He hissed.

What the hell was his deal? Or anyone’s for that matter. “I heard some students saying you were acting weird after you helped me. I was worried- what the hell is going on Leona?” 

The beastman inhaled slowly before walking towards his couch and leaning on the back of it, when he faced you again it was clear he was thinking of what to say. After a few heavy moments of silence, he slowly approached the topic. “The potion mishap didn’t just explode but created another substance altogether. Heavy amounts of the pollen can… be used as a... Aphrodisiac.” By the end of his sentence, he pinched the bridge of his nose and shifted his legs.

Oh.

OH.

“Well, fuck. So the beastmen?” You started then he nodded, finishing the thought for you.

“More sensitive to the smell than others. Which is why I told you to get it off you.” Leona peaked through his fingers to gaze at you, his tail swished and thumped against the couch in a steady rhythm. The explanation certainly explained things, but now you were in the den of the king of beasts. “Why didn’t you just tell me earlier..?” 

“I was trying to be respectful. I didn’t want ya to be afraid or paranoid. In hindsight, it was foolish to not warn you. I'm sorry.” He crossed his arms and met your eyes with an apologetic emotion.

“Is that why you went to blow off steam at practice?” You questioned, and he nodded. Then a sort of courage washed over you. Leona certainly was charming in his own ways, and strongly misunderstood by the majority of people. Perhaps that's why you always found yourself orbiting around him, he was intoxicating. The next words out of your mouth were formed from the heat of the moment, you didn’t want to pass up a good opportunity to release tension for yourself either. “Why not just ask me? I certainly could give you a hand, you helped me after all.”

Leona’s head pivoted and he looked straight at you. “You ought to be very careful with what you say.” He shifted his weight and adjusted himself subtly.

Pushing off from the bed, you made a few steps towards him, each step making his tail thrash quicker. “I mean it, Leona. Let me help you.” 

Suddenly you were back on the bed, back pressed against the sheets and Leona hovering over you. He pressed his knee between your thighs and then asked, “Do I have your consent?”

You nodded, parting your legs for him, he only shook his head and pinched your chin between his claws. “I need a verbal answer, Princess.” He cooed.

Damn. That’s hot. “Please, Leona. You have my consent. I want this.” Your voice came out quietly, enough so that he asked to repeat yourself, but slowly inched his knee between your legs within seconds. “Please-! Fuck me.”

“Good girl” Leona whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek, slowly his mouth trailed down your jaw to your neck where he began to nibble and suck on the soft skin there. He grunted and rolled his hips into yours, delighting in the way you gasped. “Such a dirty little Bunny.” He growled, nipping your neck once more before he pulled away. “Sit up.” He ordered, something you obeyed. When he began to tug at his belt your thighs clenched together. His movements were so intense that the belt made a cracking sound in the air. It made you flinch and wet at the same time, the fact that he wanted you, wanted this. Maybe it was just the pollen, or maybe all the bantering that convinced you of shared chemistry was in fact real.

Leona didn’t hesitate to tug down his jeans and boxers in one swift movement, his cock springing free and twitching desperately. Your eyes widened and he chuckled petting your head. “Might need more than just a hand dontcha think?” He smirked. Slowly the hand petting your head was firmer and guiding your lips to the tip of his cock. “Just tell me now and I’ll stop, okay? But- fuck… Once we start, I don’t think I can stop.” He groaned, looking down at you for any hesitation.

You looked up at him, keeping eye contact as you inched forward of your own accord to deliver a tiny lick to the slit of his cock. Leona’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, the green glint of his eyes signaling his pupils dilating again. “Go on then. Suck me off like the good slut you are.” 

Giving another kitten lick to his tip, you slowly began to wet his dick with your mouth. The soft grunts and growls emitting from his throat only encouraged you to continue. Bobbing your head up and down on his length triggered your gag reflex a few times, soon enough you found a good rhythm. Anything you couldn’t fit down your throat you used both of your hands to stroke and fondle. 

“Oh fuck! Fuck yeah, just like that. Oh by the seven…” He moaned, grabbing your head tightly and thrusting against your lips with his own brisk pace. It had you gripping his thighs and tearing up, he pulled completely back so you could gasp for air before he was back to fucking your mouth. 

“Oh, shit baby! I am gonna cum.. Lemme cum in your throat ya? That okay?” He panted, holding still with a grunt. You gave him a thumbs up through your tears, which he purred at. Leona’s jaw went slack as he roared in pleasure, his hips thrusting and shuddering a few times as he spilled into your mouth. 

Leona pulled back and looked down at you with a surprised expression when he saw your cheeks puffed up. “Good job little bunny, now swallow.” He purred, pressing his thumb to your lip as you obeyed his command. He bent down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, slowly pushing you down to the bed again. His canine nicked your bottom lip followed by his tongue, he prodded around before pushing into your mouth and savoring your taste mixed with his. Leona pulled back, the rest of his clothes were gone and you quickly realized yours were too. “Magic.” He answered your unspoken question and was back to kissing you.

You wrapped your legs around him, tugging him closer against your bare form. As you did this he grinded into your core, both of you gasping and panting as you traded kisses. Leona’s hand slowly cascaded down your side, squeezing the skin with a gentle touch. He slowly pulled back with a heavy gaze and shifted down to your legs. The loss of him left you whining which he quickly remedied with a long lick to your cunt.

“Please, don’t stop, please..” The words spilled from your lips with an eager cry. His eyes found yours and he didn’t look away as he delivered another lick right along your core. You parted your legs as an invitation for more, he gladly accepted and dove into your pussy. Leona pushed a finger into you and slowly began pumping in and out, his finger curling which caused you to moan. He ate you out like a starved man, the whacking of his tail against the bed sounded like music when mixed in with your moans. He added another finger, slowly working you open, then the third as he sucked on your clit. Your lips parted and back arched, hands gripping onto the sheets for salvation.

The loss of his contact made you cry and prop yourself on your elbows. “W-wait..” Your voice came out like a plea, your hands grabbing at his braid to tug him closer. His lips were wet with your slick, and his eyes narrowed on you with hunger. You were his prey, his herbivore, his bunny.

“Use your words, Princess.” He cooed, curling his fingers inside you. He was cocky and sure of himself and his abilities.

“Please.” You breathed, too fucked out and needy to say much else. Leona seemed satisfied and began to thrust his fingers into you again, his mouth and tongue working in tandem with his fingers. Your lower body bucked into his touch as you felt your core tighten. Even before you could say it, Leona knew you were close. “So close! Imma- Leona…” Your voice hitched as a white-hot shattering jolted up your spine into your mind. Your back arched as you came, your hands gripping his hair to ground yourself from ecstasy.

Leona crawled back over you again, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips. He guided his cock between your folds, collecting the mixture of your orgasm and his spit along his shaft. The soft growls that leave his mouth are in sync with his strokes, he grabs your waist and hip before slowly prodding and pushing all the way in. You winced and grabbed the sheets as he began to move his hips in gentle motions. “That’s it, such a pretty bunny. Doing so well for me.” He moaned. When you gave him a nod he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

“More.” You gasped, lifting your arms above your head to grip the material there. “Don’t hold back, give it to me.” You whispered, knowing well that he was holding back. 

Leona smirked, his pupils dilating with lust and excitement. He began to move his hips faster, harder, more forcefully. His grip on your hip slid to your left leg and lifted it onto his shoulder, allowing him to reach the deepest parts of you. Your lips parted as you gasped and attempted to find oxygen again, the wind was knocked out of you as he rutted into you with abandon. Leona leaned down to kiss your neck, whispering along your skin, “Gonna fill you up nice and full… Mark you as mine.” He purred as you clenched around him in response. “Ya, you like that? Like being claimed? Don’t worry Bunny, no one will even try once they know you’re mine, and I, yours.” 

The smile that sketched onto your features from his words was enough to edge him towards euphoria. Leona picked up the pace with a growl, your eyes shut as you focused on the feeling of him fucking you. The climax building in your lower gut had your back arching. Your eyes focused on the foreign weaving of a tapestry along his wall just as the familiar fire burned your core. 

“L-Leona! Cumming.” You whimpered, tightening your hands into fists as you reached heaven.

“Fuck- me too.” He followed after you, his hips speeding up before stopping and quivering as his cum seeped deep into you. Leona held himself above you, his body shaky and eyes glossy with a hazy pleasure. He waited for a few moments before stepping away. He quickly returned with a clean towel and began to clean the slick of your cunt and body. He tossed it to the ground once he was done and pulled you into an embrace as he laid down.

The soft peck of his lips against your neck and his hand massaging your hips eased your mind into relaxation. “Do you need anything?” He whispered. You shook your head, already falling asleep. Leona smiled and nuzzled into your shoulder. He waited for you to fall asleep, and he knew then just how true his feelings had been. He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. “Love ya, Princess.”

[huggyhughesy]

slow mornings | quinn hughes

a little dad!quinn blurb for your sunday evening <3

The house was quiet. Too quiet for a Saturday morning.

Usually, Saturday mornings started early with Sophie climbing into Quinn and I's bed. This morning, though, I was the only one laying under the duvet. As I racked my brain, trying to remember if there was a reason I had been abandoned in the bed, I remembered that I'd never seen Quinn last night. He was supposed to get home after midnight, flying home from a five-day road trip.

The panic began to set in when I realized that I had no messages from Quinn, his phone wasn't on his bedside table, and -- most importantly -- he wasn't lying in bed next to me. Flinging the covers off, I made my way down the hall to Sophie's room, where I discovered that she too was missing. Deciding to venture downstairs, I could hear the faint sounds of music coming from the living room.

As I entered, my heart swelled at the sight in front of me. Laying on the couch, both asleep, was Sophie and Quinn. Sophie was cuddled into her dad's side and didn't appear to be waking up anytime soon.

I quickly snapped a picture of the two of them before leaning down and placing a kiss to the top of Quinn's head. His eyes fluttered open and a lazy grin came over his features.

"Hey," he mumbled. "Can I have a real kiss?"

I smiled at his request.

"You want me to give you a kiss after you abandoned me in our bed?"

He just continued smiling at me, knowing that I'd give in eventually. And I did, leaning back down to give Quinn a 'real kiss' before walking around the couch and sitting on the unoccupied side of Quinn's body. I leaned onto his side as his arm came to wrap around my waist. I was looking at the movie currently playing on the tv; Winnie the Pooh was currently one of Soph's favorites. She especially loved Eeyore.

"Eeyore's actually such an underrated character," Quinn said, as if he could read my mind.

"You and Soph are too much alike," I replied, earning a nudge from my husband.

"Who's your favorite then?"

I didn't reply, which was an answer enough for Quinn.

"There's nothing wrong with liking Eeyore, you know. His grumpiness is funny. And realistic."

"Fair point."

We both laid in comfortable silence for a while, watching the children’s movie, when I figured I’d bring up the potentially touchy subject of Quinn’s road trip, during which they’d lost two games and won one.  

"How was the trip?"

The involuntary sigh that escaped his lips was all I really needed to know. Quinn had already confided in me about how frustrating it was for his team to be having such an awful season, especially compared to Jack's, but to also have to see so many of his teammates and people he considered to be good friends get traded away. He didn't talk about it in front of his parents or his brothers, specifically Jack, because he didn't want to make everyone listen to his pity party when he knew they really just wanted to be basking in the glory of Jack's first really good season in the NHL.

"It sucked," Quinn admitted, his arm gripping my waist a little tighter. “But it’s over now, so it’s whatever.”

I looked up to him, communicating with just my look that it, in fact, wasn’t whatever.

“Fine, fine. It just wasn’t fun overall. I didn’t play very well, and I missed you guys.”

Quinn had a pout on his face when I looked up at him. I couldn’t help myself but to lean up and kiss his jaw.

“We missed you too,” I informed him. “Soph watched every single minute of every game.”

As if she could hear us mention her name in her sleep, Sophie stirred. Wiggling around and rubbing her eyes. Upon her opening her eyes fully, she looked at Quinn, then at me, and did a double take back to Quinn, letting out a little gasp.

“Daddy!” she squealed and wrapped her arms around Quinn’s neck. Quinn chuckled but pulled her closer to his chest.

“Hey sweetheart. Have a good nap?”

The massive smile on Sophie’s face and the hands that were still clutching onto Quinn’s shirt were enough indication that she was more preoccupied with her father than to answer his question.

“Daddy, are you home now?”

The grin that graced Quinn’s features wavered slightly. While Soph was asking if Quinn was home, she was really asking if he was going to stay home.

“No baby, not yet.  I’m home this week, and then I’m going to see Uncle Trevor.”

She tried to mask her disappointment. After a moment, though, her features changed to one of curiosity and excitement.

“Oh. But can you ask him to bring me some candy? He always brings me candy when you see him,” she informed us.

I raised an eyebrow and side-eyed Quinn, who looked guilty.

“Uncle Trevor always brings you candy?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Daddy brings it, but Uncle Trevor gives it to him to give to me.”

“Ah, I see.”

I decided to leave the subject of Trevor and Quinn conspiring to sneak our kid candy another time. Right now, though, I was going to spend the morning watching Disney movies.

[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons #9: Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho)

He wants you dead at first

But that's just because he's a bit standoffish

You'd waltzed in right as he had Yusuke suspended in his clutches at a warehouse.

"Yusuke, you left your calc homework on your desk, you ditz!"

And then you looked up and saw the three eyed demon and your friend.

And he was a little shocked that a human had found his hideout, even with his manipulated spirit energy.

"Kinda in the middle of something here," the greasy haired boy responded.

"Well cut that out for a second. I've got places to be."

Like you weren't just witnessing him about to be killed

It was so baffling how you just completely dismissed the situation, that Hiei's powers actually faltered and let the detective get away.

What the actual hell????

"Get out of here, now!" Yusuke warned.

And you'd just frowned

"Dude, it's not that deep. Why are you even here?"

Now was Hiei's chance to attack

But when he disappeared and quickly reappeared behind with his sword raised, you just caught the blade and glared at him

"Can you back off, I'm trying to talk to my friend."

You shooed him away like a pest.

And that was the moment he decided he wanted you dead.

A strong believer in survival of the fittest

And what the hell, because you had not a single working brain cell but were somehow stronger than him????

Kuwabara is your best friend and the two of you combined are stupid²

And it's horrible because there's only so much stupidity Hiei can take.

During the time he's still conforming after being caught, he spends most of it in the human world scouting you out for any weaknesses.

He still holds a grudge from the first time you met

But he's so damn surprised to find out that you're a walking hazard

How does one leave the stove, microwave, and oven on?

How does one forget that they're all on at the same time????

It would be so easy to let your own recklessness kill you

But his damn pride won't let that happen because he wants to be the one that defeats you

So, you wake up from your nap to see all your appliances turned off

Which is surprising because you vaguely remember cooking something before you feel asleep.

You do earn his respect eventually

It's when Yusuke is tasked with defeating the Saint Beasts

All of you were struggling to keep the roof up from collapsing

Yusuke had suggested Hiei be the one to pull the lever because he was the fastest.

And you'd said something then. Something that made him not want to kill you anymore.

"I might be able to hold the whole thing by myself. You all have to be really fast though."

"Are you crazy?!? There's no way we're gonna leave you behind. We're in this together or not at all," the oaf had protested.

You gave a dopey smile and released all your spirit energy at once, lifting the ceiling with all your might and alleviating the pressure from all the others.

"You scared, Kuwabara? People die everyday. What's one more?"

Hiei had never moved as fast as he did when he pulled that lever down.

You were a fool for risking your life over the others.

A fool for wasting your power on the weak.

But you weren't scared of death, of dying for your morals

And that had his respect.

Hiei does not baby you and finds great amusement in your failures

After all, you're not his responsibility

You accidentally got captured by a demon?

Good luck to whatever idiot thought they'd last more than a minute in the same room as you

You swallowed a poisonous plant Kurama was growing because you were hungry?

That's what you get for giving into your human whims

You threw a punch at an enemy that missed and hit Yusuke instead?

You should've hit him harder

Uses your naivety to his advantage

The tape with Yukina?

You'd told him without much thought about the situation

Only for Hiei to drag you towards where she was being held captive.

"Ooh, where are we going?"

"Just quiet down and follow me, human."

It's because you can sense spirit energy a little better than he can.

That and if he's spotted, he can just pass it off as you dragging him along to see Kuwabara.

Surprisingly, you're quiet and don't make a sound that gets the two of you caught.

And maybe he's a little grateful you don't question him about it.

You don't question why he wants to save this girl you've never heard of up until a few days ago.

You just go along with it because 'We're friends.'

You're so stupid for trusting him that easily when he wanted so badly to kill you not long ago

So unbelievably stupid for following around a demon just cuz

You had a fool's heart, that was for sure.

You were a trustworthy ally during the Dark Tournament, a strong warrior during the battle with Sensui, and a true fighter during the demon tournament.

It's the last event that he realizes he values you a little more than he should.

He had just barely beaten Mukuro and was set to fight you next.

The thing was, Hiei could barley stand with his injuries, while you hadn't broken a sweat.

This was the one fight he looked forward to the most, besides the one he wanted with the spirit detective.

But there was this look on your face

An uncomfortable yet sorrowful look.

Why weren't you as excited as he was?

He shrugged the feeling off as the announcer told them to begin.

His sword was long destroyed, so he resorted to basic combat skills instead.

He lunged, fist clenched to hit, but you just dodged with that same look

He tried again and the result was the same

You didn't even try to block his attacks, just moved out of the way.

Like he was beneath you to even try.

He recognized the look now

It was pity

And that infuriated him.

"Why won't you fight back!" A kick aimed for your side.

"You think you're so-called friendship matters here? Your emotions mean nothing. Not in here. So quit acting like a fool and fight!" A punch aimed at your throat.

You stopped it this time, but didn't attack him back.

You were making a fool out of him.

And before he could berate you again, you spoke.

"I don't care if we're friends or not. Either way, the fight still isn't fair."

And that had temporarily halted his anger.

"What do I gain from beating someone so injured, they can't stand up? What do you gain from fighting when you have no power? Think about it."

You didn't want to fight because you wouldn't enjoy it?

It wouldn't be a win for you

"It's not fair to either of us if we fight like this. We'd never get to find out who's really stronger."

Hiei was the fool.

He'd lashed out at Mukuro for letting her feelings get in the way and here he was, doing the same.

Letting his pride get in the way of rational thought

He'd been the one to get upset that you weren't fighting him as an equal, when the condition he was in clearly said otherwise.

"I know you don't want to lose the tournament, so I quit. But I want you to heal up and get stronger. Don't die because next time I see you, I'll kick your ass the way you want. Got it?"

Don't die

You and that oaf shared the same moral code.

But something about it being you made him tolerate it.

"...I surrender. I'm in no shape to continue. Y/n, you better not hold back next time."

Much to the dismay of the audience, the two of you walked back together. The outcome of the match: no winner.

There was something for him to look forward to now. A new goal.

He'd surpass you and then Yusuke.

Following the events of the demon tournament, he's a little softer towards you.

You and that stupid human heart of yours had him observing you from the trees.

He was unused to the heaviness he felt seeing you visit Yukina and making her laugh.

He couldn't understand the warmth consuming his face when you would fight a stray demon and win.

He didn't know why he used his Jagan to see you while he was in demon world.

But he did know he didn't like seeing you and the idiot duo hanging off of each other, cackling at something one of them said.

Don't count on him acting on his feelings.

He would never tell you.

But his actions towards you are more than enough to let the others know you're his.

He calls you fool(derogatory) and if he's feeling sweet, just by your name.

Jealousy is a big one.

Hiei's never had something special he's been allowed to keep.

So if you're spending a little too much time with Kuwabara, don't be surprised to see him at your window the next day.

He'll deny to his dying breath that he came all the way from demon world just to see you.

He'll also deny leaving some of his own clothing or even his sword at your house just so it smells more like him than it does your (just as stupid) best friend.

Hiei leaves for months at a time and without fail, will always come back the day after you went crying to Kurama that you think he's died.

(Thanks to his Jagan that is. There isn't a day he doesn't check up on you so he's bound to know when you miss him.)

Kurama is his best friend, but that doesn't stop Hiei from getting upset when he comes to get you and sees you sound asleep on the fox's bed.

You just smell so much like the other demon now, it pisses him off.

"Keep your scent off my human."

And Kurama finds immense joy in his childish anger.

"Maybe if you would physically see them more, they wouldn't come by so often."

And Hiei's grumbling as he picks you up, still dead asleep, to bring you back to the home that would restore his own scent back on you.

The time spent when you wake up is for sparring.

He can't find it in him anymore to fight you for real

But that doesn't mean he won't enjoy the false matches you have with each other.

He refuses to take you with him to demon world.

You have a life here

And though it's tempting to take you where you wouldn't be very far away from him, he knows you wouldn't be happy away from everyone else.

So, the one and only thing he does that hints at his feelings for you is give you the makeshift necklace made from hiruiseki stone. His to be exact.

"Take it."

"Why?" Your small little brain was struggling to figure out why he would want you to have it.

"It represents a promise. A promise that I'll be back for you no matter what. So take care of it for me, human."

NEXT UP: Kurapika Kurta

MASTERLIST

An: Yall sorry it took so long, i deadass got sick last week.

[yueisyum]

giving a handjob to subby jeno

Jeno subby handjob

Honestly I’ve never thought much about a subby jeno- however, now that it’s been brought to my attention…. 🤭

“Y/n” jeno warns, his voice coming off a bit stern. You don’t respond though, only continuing to run your fingers over the tent that’s formed under his sweats. His cock twitches every once and a while making you smile to yourself.

You lay next to him, resting your head in his chest as he begins to breathe heavily. Your hand gently squeezes his length, earning a moan from the man currently trying to nap. “Y/n” he warns again, this time, he grabs at your wrist, but doesn’t push it way. So, you push down him his boner, lifting your head to look at his eyes fluttering closed. “You’re so hard…” you tease, as if surprised. Jeno’s left had tighten around your shoulder when you repeat the action. “Do you want me to make you cum jeno?”

Jeno practically whines. “Fuck, y/n”

Seems like he likes the sound of your name, it’s all he’s been saying… not that you’re complaining!

Smiling to yourself again, you slide your hand up his pants to his abdomen, then back down into his waistband. Your head raises and falls wit his chest, you can hear his heartbeat speeding up, the closer you get to his girth. Tracing along his v line and stoping when you get to close…

“No? You don’t?” You continue to tease, sitting up to pout at him. You shouldn’t be having this much fun with him. He squeezes his eyes shut and sighs in frustration when you completely remove your hand form his pants. “Please” he whines again, biting back a smile when he opens his eyes to look at you. But it drops when you notice his hand down his pants.

“Well if you’re going to do it yourself, what do you need me for?” You lean your whole body away from him, immediately causing him to retrieve his hand and sit up to stop you from leaving. “No, no I can’t do it myself”

He’s so beautiful, his eyes on yours, he looks drunk on desire. There’s nothing in his mind but you right now, and that turns you on. “Okay jeno, I’ll help you. But you have to promise you won’t touch”

“I promise” he swore, his hips moving up into the hair, probably trying to gain friction form the fabric of his pants. Leaning in for a kiss, he pushes back, holding your face in his hands.

You slide your hand down his sweats again. His body jerks when you wrap your hand around his cock. He sighs and falls back against the pillows. “Yes” he moans. you haven’t even began working him yet, and he’s already becoming a mess. Sitting on your knees next to him, slowing dragging your thumb over his tip, is a scene you would trade for anything. Little whine and gasps escape him, dispute his efforts to hold them back.

“Is this good?”

“Please stop teasing y/n- please just-”

He stumbles out, losing his thoughts as soon as you begin jerking his length from under the fabric of his pants. His hands are gripping the sheets under him.

Deciding you’ve been to easy on him, you pull him out from his sweats, allowing his cock to fly up and twitch in you hands. Now that you can see it, his tip is and angry red, precum practically dripping down his thick girth. As much as you want him in your mouth- you can’t give in to temptation!

“I didn’t jerk off at all- the whole time I was gone”he informs, trying his hardest to keep his hands and hips in place. His cock is hot and veins line the underside of it. It curves ever sos slightly, almost mouth watering. “No? All month?” You laugh at his seriousness. Moaning and whining, he’s so cute.

Jeno is very eager to please in any way you want, he’ll do most if not everything you ask of him. He likes knowing your satisfied, and will go to great lengths to make sure you get there. He’s so shameless when he gets excited or needy enough. Desperately trying to get you to allow him to cum. So whenever he gets all subby like this, it never fails to make you smile.

“I tried to, but I wouldn’t let myself cum” he corrected. You speed up you movements earning a hiss from the black haired man. He can not longer hold his body in place, jerking up to meet your hand. “So you edged yourself for 4 weeks? My poor puppy” you coo, he doesn’t bother responding verbally, instead moans when you gently squeeze him. “I’m close-“

“-already?” You chuckle again, his right hand flying to rest on top of yours as you continue. “Yes” he confirms breathlessly. “I need to cum so bad”

Your fee hand brushes hair out if the poor boys face, he’s panting like a lost dog. Fucking up into your hands, guiding you, and moaning like a bitch in heat. You almost came right there. “Can I?” He begs, Throwing his head back, and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His cock twitching like crazy, hips stuttering and his balls must be so full- “Say please?” You suggest. But you know he can’t really manage another word, so you let go of him. Depriving him of his release.

“No! Please, please, please, please-“ he drops his hand and falls onto the bed in agony, as if you just robbed him of all he’s worth-

You might as well have.

“Please! Make me come y/n, please” he begs again, forcing his eyes open so he can look at you. His fucked out expression and his puppy dog features are your weakness. “How can I ever say no to you?” You give him another kiss before straddling him.

“But we can’t waste all that cum, can we?”

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 28

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: mentions of violence, rape, therapy, depression

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My new-found insomnia has me up before dawn, so I pull out my phone and start researching affordable therapists in New York City. Unsurprisingly, their idea of “affordable” doesn’t meet mine. I very briefly consider asking Jensen to help, but I dismiss the thought just as fast. I refuse to rely on him for that, this is for me and I’ll find a way to fund it myself. So, instead, I start going over my bank account, considering my income and bills and calculating what’s left over. With the extra manager paycheck from the cafe and my measly salary from Broadway, it seems just about doable. While I’m now confident that I can do it, I also know it will eat into the tiny fund I had started to amass for Summer in Texas. I sigh and decide to put my mental health first; I choose one of the cheapest, yet still good-sounding therapists and book an appointment for later in the week. The only time available is during one of my acting classes, but I accept that this has to come first. So, feeling a slight sense of accomplishment for taking this massive step, I shut off my phone and try to go back to sleep, even for just a short nap. 

I shut my eyes and curl into the blanket, but when I open them again and check the clock, only 15 minutes have passed. I accept that I won’t be getting anymore sleep. I turn my phone back on and text Jensen.

Hey, hope this doesn’t wake you…I couldn’t sleep, but I just wanted to let you know that I booked an appointment with a therapist. You’re right, I need help to get through this, and if I ever want anything between us to be possible. And I also wanted to say thanks again for tonight.And I’d appreciate your support while I continue working through it all. Not financially, I can cover it, just you know…mentally.

I reread the texts a few times. I wait a few minutes, but when I don’t get a response I relax. As much as I’d love to talk to him, I’m glad I didn’t wake him up. I get up and tidy up the couch so it’s usable again and then go into the kitchen and try to earn my keep by making everyone breakfast. As quietly as possible, I pull out everything I need to make pancakes and bacon. I serve up four plates and make coffee to go with them, I just finish off everything as Stella and Nick come down stairs. Nick gives the set up a once over before giving me the nod of approval.

“Thanks, Y/N. I don’t often get breakfast cooked for me.”

“You’re welcome. It’s really the least I can do after everything you guys have done for me, all time but especially recently. I just want you to know that I appreciate it.”

Stella pulls me in for a big hug. “You didn’t need to do anything. You’re family ‘sides, you’ve been through a lot.”

The three of us dig in and then Anna comes down and joins us a little later. Over breakfast, I tell them about the therapy appointment I booked and create a plan for Nick to pick me up from the theatre every night and drive me either home or to their place at least until the new security guard starts at the apartment. Anna understandably gets a little upset and feels guilty and while we do our best to tell her we don’t blame her at all, I can tell she doesn’t quite accept it. 

Once Nick goes up to get in another nap and Stella goes to work, Anna and I clean up the kitchen. I use the opportunity to talk to her about it all. I tell her what I’ve been going through with the fear and the nightmares and she starts to open up a little more too. She tells me about how he was sweet in the beginning, how he used to take her out on dates around the city but then she said as they realised how expensive the city was he started to change. She tells me that he would control her spending. He talked her out of taking classes because they needed her money for the rent and groceries. And he stopped taking her out or letting her go out because it cost too much, but he would still go out every other night, only to stumble back late smelling like a liquor store had exploded on him. When she questioned him about it, that’s when the physical abuse began. Then when she struggled to find a job and her money started running out, it just got worse. He blamed her whenever their cards declined at the store and when he had to start paying rent. He then told her she’d have to earn her place in his apartment by other means, and if she tried to say no, well, it just wasn’t an option. 

Once she finishes talking we’re both in tears and the dishes have been long forgotten. I hold out my arms to offer a hug, but wait for her to come to me. When she doesn’t, I nod. We finish the dishes in heavy silence and then sit on the couch together. She flicks through the channels aimlessly, likely trying to distract herself, while I attempt to work on an assignment. After a while my phone buzzes on the couch beside us. She stiffens briefly then looks down and reads the name and relaxes.

“It’s your actor friend…” she says. 

I nod. “Yeah. I can call him back later though if you need me.”

“Thanks. I’m okay though.” Then after a beat she adds, “Is he nice, like Nick?”

I nod. “Yeah. He is,” I reply without a second thought. Then I answer the call without getting up. “Hey Jens.”

“Hey, Darlin’. I’m proud of you. And of course I’ll be your support! Whatever you need, I’m here. As long as it takes.”

“Thanks.” I look over at Anna briefly and then add, “Hey Jens, can you promise me that you’re one of the good ones?”

“I could but you shouldn’t believe me. I want to do my best but you’re the one who’s been through it before. All I can promise is that if I ever make you uncomfortable, I’ll do my best to make it better. As long as you tell me your boundaries, I’ll do my best not to cross them.”

Anna looks over and I can tell she heard him in the quiet of the room. I smile at her and nod. And she quietly asks, “does he have any single friends?”

He hears her and says, “Am I on speaker?”

“Not exactly, but it is quiet here.”

“That’s okay. Well, that was Anna, right? If you can hear me now…” I put the phone on speaker for her. “I do, but you’ll find the right guy on your own when you’re ready and when the time is right. You never know when the right one will come into your life and spill a coffee on you.” 

Anna looks at me, “He spilled coffee on you?”

I shake my head, “I spilled one on him.”

She laughs and it’s beautiful. And then Jensen joins in with a sarcastic scoff, “I’m glad you girls find my pain amusing…”

Looking back at Anna, I give her a small smile. “He’s right though. When the time is right and when you’re ready you will find Mr Right.”

Jensen adds, “And even if you’re not quite ready, the right guy will understand and wait for you and support you until you are.”

I almost blurt out three little words that would potentially change everything, but I stop myself because I know he wouldn’t hear them for how I mean them, plus when I do say them, I want them to mean the same to both of us. 

Anna moves to get up, “I’ll uh, let you guys talk.”

I gently place my hand on her arm. “It’s okay, you can stay.”

“Yeah, Anna, don’t go,” Jensen pipes up. “I can’t talk long anyway, they’re gonna call me for hair and makeup soon. I just wanted to check in.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it. Have fun on set, Winchester.”

“You ladies have a wonderful afternoon too. I’ll call you tonight, Darlin’”

“Alright, talk later.”

Anna sheepishly says, “Bye, Jensen. Thanks.”

“Anytime.” He hangs up and she relaxes back into the couch. 

“He’s nice.” 

“Yeah, he is.”

Anna puts some afternoon TV talk shows on and I go back to my assignment until an hour before I have to go to the theatre. Nick comes downstairs and throws together an early dinner for the three of us. While he cooks, I quickly shower and borrow another outfit off Stella, knowing she won’t mind. After we eat, Nick drives me to the theatre on his way to work. He points out exactly where he’ll be waiting to pick me up. 

I go inside and straight into the dressing room to change into my costume and start doing my hair and makeup. Just as I’m almost done the stage manager comes up behind me.

“Get changed, you’re stepping in as Sandy for the first act tonight and possibly the second if Mary doesn’t show up.”

“What?” I say in shock.

“Did I stutter?” I shake my head. “I didn’t think so.” I look over at Alyssa and she shrugs. It takes me a few minutes to compute what’s happening. Aly grabs the other costume and then drags me out of the chair. 

“Come on, this is the dream! Get changed! I’ll help with your hair and makeup after.”

Finally coming to my senses a little with Aly’s help I quickly change costumes and let her redo my hair and makeup for Sandy. As more of the cast fills in, we find out that the Mary had a last minute family emergency and that no one has seen the other understudy since the live shows started. As Aly’s helping me get ready I run over the lines, trying to stay as calm as possible. Once I’m ready we have 15 minutes to curtains. I quickly call Jensen hoping he picks up. I give it four rings before he answers.

“Hey Darl, what’s up? You okay? I’m on set, I can’t really talk right n-”

“No! I’m going on stage in 15 as the lead! I can’t do it!”

“Okay, Okay. Yes you can! Take a breath for me. You’re gonna knock this out of the park. You’ve been working hard for this. You’re gonna be an amazing, Sandy! Just focus on your lines, play off your co-star who’s been doing this longer and show off those amazing skills of yours. You’re gonna do amazing, I just wish I could be there to see it.”

“Thanks, Jens.”

“I’m so sorry, but I really have to go, but you’re gonna be so good! You got this!” He hangs up and I run back into the dressing room. I dump my phone on the bench and run up the stairs just in time for the first call. 

Jake, the actor that plays Danny takes my hand. “I wish we had more time to rehearse together, but as long as you remember the lines and follow my lead we can get through tonight.”

I nod. We switch on our mics and take our place on stage just before the curtains rise. I get one look at the massive crowd looking at just us and freeze. But Jake goes smoothly into character, makes me look at him and I do as Jensen said, let him lead me. I play off each of his lines to remember my place and lines. I’m sure everyone can see my nerves still and I feel bad that they’re not getting the best possible rendition. But I also try to let myself enjoy the experience.

Much to our dismay, Mary is still a no-show by the end of the intermission, so I go back on as Sandy. My nerves are fried by the time the curtains fall after our final bow. I’m a hair away from bursting into tears, but I pull myself together just long enough to get changed and clean off the make-up. Aly gives me a reassuring hug and assures me that I was great, but it’s hard to believe it. The only thought going through my mind is that I’m glad it’s over and I hope Mary is back from whatever the emergency was in time for tomorrow night’s show. On shaky feet, I make my way out to the parking lot to meet Nick.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[sweetracha]

Heyy hope you’re doing well ofc!

Ok so I loved your Felix mommy hc’s sm. I wanted to ask something

Can you like how would mommy dom Felix punish you if you would like break a rule?

Hello Sweetie! I am doing great! I hope you are doing well!

Mommy Felix would 100% match the punishment to the crime, well at least it fits in his mind.

You just couldn't stand it! All these fan cams of Felix during the 5-star performances got you feeling needy and wanting him more. The way he tied up his freshly blue-dyed hair in a ponytail reminded you of sweet nights with your Mommy. He would put his hair back so he could please you with no interference. Mommy would be able to see all of your beautiful expressions as your mild melted in pleasure. He also believed it added to the overall Mommy aesthetic.

He wouldn't be home for another few hours. You know you shouldn't but you couldn't help it. You needed relief. Ignoring one of Felix's biggest rules, you took out your teal rabbit vibrator and go to work. You were woken up by a harsh shake. When you opened your eyes you were met with Felix's angry ones.

"Princess, care to tell Mommy what you did while he was gone?" His voice seemed octaves deeper and it sent chills through your spine.

"I watched fan cams of your performance! Then I took a nap! I swear Mommy."

"Don't lie to me doll" His hand grabbed your chin and he dug his fingers into your skin. "Don't get yourself into more trouble than you are already in"

How did he know? You made sure to not leave a spot on the sheets. You cleaned yourself up and even changed your panties. For heaven's sake, you even washed your vibe off! Oh no…the vibe. You left it laying in the sink like an idiot!

"I'm sorry Mommy, I touched myself! I couldn't help it"

"And did you ask Mommy for permission?"

"No…"

"Hmm, that's what I thought, naughty girl"

Felix now had you tied up to the bed with both hands and feet bound. Your poor behind was bright red from the short yet intense spanking he gave you. But it paled in comparison to the torture your clit was enduring. Felix held the wand to your cunt and brought you to your fourth orgasm with a wailing cry.

"Mommy, please! No more! I can't! Please!" you pleaded with him.

"Don't whine doll, you know you deserve this. Say it, tell Mommy how much you need this punishment" Low and thick words put a spell on you

"I'm sorry Mommy! I deserve this. I am a bad girl who touched herself without permission. Please forgive me, Mommy"

"Good job sweet girl. Mommy is so proud of you" his praise was only false hope as he turned the wand back up on high and entered three fingers into the mix.

"Take this last one like the good fucking girl Mommy knows you are" Before you could scream out, you came hard. Blacking out you awake to gentle hands cleaning you as best as possible. You whined when they reached your abused pussy.

"Shhhh baby girl, mommy knows. You took your punishment so well. Shhhhh Mommy isn't mad, she loves her bratty little baby. Come on, I think you earned a bubble bath" he hushed you and kissed little spots all along your body.

"With the lavender bubbles?" even after all of that you were still the most adorable thing on the planet.

"Yes baby, with the lavender bubbles"

[vshthestmpede]

Headcanons for Vash getting a nice, long soak in a hot bath and a nice, thorough massage? Idk what types of physical therapy would be good for all his scars and missing arm (and whatever other damage beneath the skin we can't quite see), but hopefully a massage and a hot soak in a big tub would help? And a nice nap in a soft bed.

you need to relax, vash.

wc; 770

cw; mentions of scars

note; so i managed to find some time to start watching some of the og trigun anime and lemme tell y'all that this version of vash is so damn funny yet he's also my precious bbg still. i'll also be getting requests out in a more consistent manner now that i've graduated and have my summer free!!

on another note, i have made an ao3 where i have plans for two big works, a vash x reader prequel that leads into a wolfwood x reader. character.ai has given me so much material it's insane. i'll keep everyone here updated as i put those out, profile linked below!! <3

masterlist | cross-posted to ao3

vash would always put everyone else's needs and well-being before his own

it was 100% part of his sweetheart charm but it did raise some worry after it became a consistent thing

and while you and the others tried to push the importance of his well-being onto him, he was stubborn and would always wave you guys off

this continued for quite some time after you joined the group until, one day, you put your foot down

"you need to relax, vash." you left no room for argument, no indication that getting out of this was going to be easy.

vash tried his best to - as politely as he could - decline your persisting order but soon found himself being half-dragged, half-carried towards the bathroom of his hotel room

he stammered your name as you pushed him into the bathroom and followed, locking the door behind you. you started the tub and let the water run until it was warm enough before plugging the drain.

he jumped when you turned on him, his back against the far wall. with your hands on your hips, you raised an eyebrow at him.

"what're you waiting for? clothes, off." you took a step towards him when he hesitated and he hurried in doing it himself, only stopping when he was in his underwear. "vash, lovebug, i've seen you naked countless times."

"this is different," he whined, watching as you picked up his clothes off the floor. "is this really necessary?"

you sat in front of the door, folding his clothes and setting them beside you. you nodded as you worked on his jacket, eyeing the bullet holes near the hem. after another moment, you turned off the faucet and returned to your spot, eyes on vash.

"get in the tub, vash. don't make me get up and put you in it myself," you warned, crossing your arms over your chest. he sighed and shed his boxers, kicking them in your direction before climbing into the tub. "thank you."

he slid down in the tub as far as he could, a content sigh coming from his lips as he slung his arms over the back of the tub. you scooted towards the edge of the tub, earning a smile from your lover as you sat there with him.

"did you want to join me?" he asked, gesturing to the tub but you shook your head. "no? are you sure, mayfly?"

"tempting, but this is time for you to relax," you said firmly, reaching over him to grab the shampoo. you put it beside you and start cupping water to dump onto his hair to wet it. "lean back, lovebug."

he does as you ask and you take some shampoo in your hands, lathering it up before running your fingers through his hair. vash hummed as your fingers gently scratched against his scalp as you worked the shampoo through all of his hair. you instructed him to wash it out as you unplugged the drain.

you handed him a towel and unlocked the door, carrying his clothes out and putting them on the dresser before sitting on the bed. vash followed, eyeing you as you pat the bed next to you.

"what?" vash questioned but he did as you asked, allowing you to guide him into laying on his stomach. "what's going on?"

you straddled his lower back, hands resting on his shoulders as you began to knead at the skin. vash shuddered under your touch and you smiled to yourself. your hands worked up and down his back, taking your time on the more tender and scarred areas of him. you admired every inch of vash, murmuring your adoration and making sure he knew you thought he was beautiful.

you hummed in response as vash quietly said your name and he turned his head to the side so he could look at you.

"thank you for pushing me to relax," he murmured, his voice getting heavy with sleep. "i really needed this."

"you did," you replied, slowly getting off of him to bring him some cozy clothes. "you need to take care of yourself, too, okay?"

vash mumbled some sort of response as you brought him his clothes. as he got dressed you changed into cozy clothes yourself, closing the window blinds and climbing into bed with your love. he curled up against you instantly as you pulled the covers over the two of you, his head resting on your chest and his arms around your waist.

"good night, lovebug," you whispered, your fingers running through his hair as his breathing evened out.

[the-eclipse-is-in-me]

My Essay and Fic

I finished my my essay, EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK

It's like 3 am where I am, but I could sleep so instead I did my essay and now it is finished. YAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!1

A great weight has been lifted off my shoulders, I can go back to writing fanfiction now, hooray. After taking the weekend for a break cause words are starting to hurt my eyes (jk)

In celebration, I'm putting another already-written chapter here on Tumblr.

Chapter 3: Opportunity (Cresent's POV)

Summary:

Here's Cresent's POV of Chapter 2, also all chapters from here are set in the past until I say otherwise, so don't get all mixed up.

Notes:

I had no ideas for this chapter, so I wrote this. the songs for this chapter are Opportunity and Youngblood

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

I was out for my walk (just kidding I was going for a snack at the dining pavilion) when I suddenly heard a LOT of screaming coming from Half-blood Hill. So being the very sensible person I was. I went to check it out.

As I walked, a boy with curly red hair reached the top of the hill. He noticed Peleus, the dragon that guards the Golden Fleece and Thalia’s tree. The idiot didn’t notice a rock behind him as he backed away and came tumbling down the hill (it was hilarious and very hard not to laugh at).

At that point, I had reached the base of the hill, and he landed right in front of me, face first. When he looked up the first thing I noticed were his solid gold eyes. They had a confident shine in them, which was weird for a boy who just come rolling down a hill. His red hair fell on his face in a dorky, cute way, which I may or may not have smiled at. He had a few piercings on his ears and was wearing a black hoody with a star on the front.

It was very obvious that this guy was new, which was amazing cause I was new too, and was having trouble making friends (don’t tell Will though, I don’t want to bother him) I arrived a few weeks ago, and got claimed a while after that, a daughter of hades I was apparently. I had a whole cabin to myself, with not a single sign of anyone else.

I was also introverted and autistic, so human (or is it demigod) interactions didn’t come that easily to me. I wanted someone to hang out with and talk to, but getting out there was always so hard, especially after what happened last time. Anyways, the new guy started to get up but instantly fell back down. His ankle seemed to be broken, and we weren’t necessarily close to the infirmary.

So I decided that as my one good deed of the day, I used the nearest shadow to send him to the infirmary, causing me to be fatigued. I knew that Will would be in the infirmary and knew it was probably me who sent the new guy there, so I wasn’t that worried, also new guy would probably pass out, so no worrying about him panicking. I went back to my snack quest before heading to my cabin for a well-earned rest.

When I woke up from my quick nap, I found a kit Kat waiting for me on the nightstand, because Will knew me too well, and a glass of water. I took the food and headed out, wanting to check on my buddy in the infirmary.

I reached the infirmary and heard voices inside. “He’s awake, yes. Ok Cresent, you only have one shot of this. DON’T. MESS. UP”  While I was giving my little motivation speech in my head, Will came over and opened the door, because only Will could have such bad timing. I tried to act like I was about to open the door on my own and walked through. “Ok, fingers crossed”

“Hey, I just wanted to check in on the new guy” I said trying to stay calm and collected.

“Hi, I’m over here, and I have a name, by the way.” So he thinks he’s funny. No problem, I can fix that.

“Ya, well I can’t exactly ask if the person is passed out, now can I.”

“Ok, I guess you’re right, I’m Quinn, Quinn Mechai, and you?” Shocked Will didn’t mention me already but fine. “Also they have a cool name”

“Cresent Solace, what does your name mean?" Can you blame me for asking, it's a nice name and I would like to know what it means.

"Victory or victorious in Thai." He's foreign too, today keeps getting better.

"Cool, nice to meet you, Victory. Now, if you’re feeling better, would you like a tour of camp?” “Smooth Cres, smooth”

“I’d love that, thanks” “Yesssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Quinn got out of his cot and followed me out of the infirmary. I couldn’t think of any place I’d rather be.

I think this is one of my fav chapters, now here is my essay for any idiots who would want to read it

From Crisis to Clarity: How access to clean water improves lives. 

Clean water is important for many things. It is a must for our survival, as it used in multiple aspects of our lives. We use it for keeping ourselves clean and healthy. While this is the case, a large population of people do not have access to clean water. A lot of people could be healthier and lead better lives with our help, and here is how.

How does clean water improve our lives?

Clean water has multiple benefits. It keeps us healthy and hydrated. Clean water keeps us clean as well. We use it to cook, clean ourselves and drinking. If we only had contaminated water, We would all be sick and obviously less capable to do different tasks.

Everyday, we use clean water to hydrate ourselves, making sure we can still commit to all our daily tasks with ease. We use it to cook food, to give us nutrition and energy for our bodies to use. We use it to wash ourselves, making sure we look and smell our best. Clean water is important for many reason, this just listing a few.

What about the rest?

Not everyone has access to clean water. Even though there is a large population that does have access, many people don’t and are at risk of getting diseases that could easily be avoided if they had clean water. Contaminated water collected form unsupervised wells, springs, lakes, ponds, etc., can cause great illness if not cleansed properly, which in most cases, is not. 

In some cases, clean water is available, but not necessarily accessible. People have to travel far distances to collect the water, and then come back to their homes. This isn’t a sustainable way to live, going back and forth for such a basic necessity. According to the WHO, this happens “not only between rural and urban areas but also in towns and cities where people living in low-income, informal or illegal settlements usually have less access to improved sources of drinking-water than other residents.” leading to people searching for anything in the would suffice, even if it is unsanitary.

Some of these people don’t have as much of a choice as the rest of us. These people aren’t able to simple go to their kitchen and instantly get a cup of water, clean water. As many things are, it is more complicated than that. It is up to us to come up with ways to help there people attain the healthier live that the rest of us can already.

How can we help?

Water is a truly sacred thing. It should also be available and accessible to everyone. Some ways we can help other communities access clean water is donating into creating better water-cleaning facilities and educating these people on the better ways they can clean their water, so we can all be lovely and healthy.

Conclusion

In conclusion, clean water is a very important asset in our lives and it is upon us, the more fortunate people to share it with as many as we can. Water is crucial for our survival, and with our contributions and teachings, far more people will be able to access it. Everyone should be clean, it’s possible and with our help it will happen.

This is my longest post for sure, if you made it this far, here is a cookie 🍪🥠🏺

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@massiveladycat @biggestqiblifan (i'm only sorry for this one cause you have exams, sorry babe)

[harryandpedro]

uppercut - three

summary: Masiy and Pedro have an unfiltered drunken conversation.

parings: boxer/singledad!pedro x nanny!fem oc

warnings: alcohol consumption, talk of feeling lost post-graduation

wc: 2.3k

series masterlist here.

Maisy

I've been watching Oliver for the past week and it seems all three of us have acclimated to this new normal.

Usually, Pedro wakes with Oliver, changes and feeds him. I let them have their uninterrupted father-and-son time before taking over when he leaves to train. He sometimes comes back home to have his lunch but the majority of the time he's too busy with business calls and sponsorship deals and spends his whole day out.

When he gets in, he's exhausted. Next week, he has his first match of the season and I'm flying with him to Miami to look after Oliver.

He's less hurried to check on his son, now greeting me before he peeks his head into the nursery to make sure Oliver is still breathing. I take that as a sign that I've earned his trust around his son.

Over the span of the past week, I too have learnt to trust myself around Oliver. Though I must admit, he's making it easy by being a mellow fourteen-month-old. He makes me feel like I have a knack for kids. I was even debating taking him on a coffee date, but I wanted to ask his dad before I did so.

We spend our days working on broadening his vocabulary and on his balance. While he takes his naps, I tinker with my resume and send in a few job applications before losing all my willpower to exist. When that happens, I entertain myself by going through Pedro's book collection, flipping through the well-thumbed pages of his paperbacks.

I didn't anticipate that taking care of a fourteen-month-old would tire me out the way it does, but by Oliver's bedtime, I'm ready to hit the sack.

I wait until Pedro gets home with the baby monitor. We exchange a few words—I ask how his training was and he inquires how Oliver's and I's day went. Mainly our conversations revolve around his son.

Tonight, however, he shows more interest in getting to know me.

I'm lounging on the couch, scrolling on my phone when he walks through the front door. He texted me late afternoon, informing me that he had an emergency meeting with one of his sponsorship partners.

I hear him in the foyer, putting his shoes away and the soft thud of his duffle bag as he drops it. Instead of checking on his son, this time he goes in search of me. He strolls over to me, hands in his pockets.

My gaze rises over his tall body. On the bottom, he's wearing a pair of black pressed pants, and the material hugs his corded thighs. A faded green chenille button-down graces his upper body. The first three buttons are undone, displaying his pectorals. If I squint I make out the freckles dotting his tanned skin.

"Hi."

"Hi," he parrots, his rich, velvety voice is like a caress. "Is Oliver sleeping?"

I pass him the baby monitor. "Out like a log."

His eyes fill with overt fondness as he watches his son through the screen. "He didn't give you trouble?"

I shake my head. "He was easy, as always."

He sets the device on the coffee table. "You're really good with him. He likes you."

"I'm glad. I like him too. He's the sweetest." I busy my hands with redoing my bun. "And while I got you, I wanted to ask if it would be okay with you if I took him out on a little outing, like for a stroll around the neighbourhood or to the bookstore? Just to stimulate him."

His face brightens. "Yeah, sure. I bet he'd enjoy that." He makes his way into the kitchen. The first floor of his house is open plan so I can follow him with my eyes. "I have a stroller in the foyer's wardrobe. But if you don't want to push him around I have a sling you can use to carry him on your body. That's in the bottom drawer of his dresser."

"Cool, I'll test it out."

He begins to open cabinets, my cue to leave. I stand, starting for the stairs.

"Hey," he stops me, "You don't have to lock yourself up in your room once I get home, you know that right?"

I freeze on the bottom step. "I know. I just don't want to get in your hair."

He chuckles at that. "You're not getting in my hair." He bends to open the built-in wine cooler and grabs a bottle of red. "Now, I don't normally encourage alcoholism," he starts, rummaging through his cupboards. "But would you want a glass of red?" He must see hesitation in my eyes because he adds, "You've been taking care of my boy for a week now and I don't even know what's your favourite colour." He flashes one of his debonair smiles and the cannibalistic butterflies in my stomach start flapping their wings. "Soo... can I get you to tell me about yourself over a bottle of wine?"

I feel myself preen under his soft gaze. "Fine, but you're not going to get me talking with the most dreaded job interview question." I retake my seat on the couch.

He laughs, pours us a glass each. "Fair point. A little too unoriginal." He carries our glasses to the couch where he plops down next to me. "You lost your mom, right? Rick hinted at it a couple of times," he asks, handing me my glass.

"Yeah, when I was seventeen. She had a heart attack."

"What was she like?"

I let out a slow breath. "Fun... and too kind for this world. She was my best friend in a way. She worked as a nurse, met my dad in the ER, but you probably know that already," I tell him. The memories of my mom bring a fond smile to my face. "What's your family like?"

He grins and puffs air from his cheeks. "Let's see. I'm one out of thirty-four cousins. I was nine months old when we left Chile to seek political asylum."

"Political asylum?" I frown, taking a sip of my wine.

"Yeah. My parents were liberal socialists and they had family members very involved with the opposition movement against the military regime at the time. So we fled to Denmark, spent a bit of time there and then we settled in San Antonio for a bit before moving to Orange County."

"And now you're a New Yorker. That's a lot of moving," I observe. "I've only ever lived in New York besides my college years. And what about your parents?"

"My mom died too, actually. She passed away in my early twenties, when my boxing career was taking off. That was a fucking hard time for me." He looks away briefly before our gazes lash together once more. "She was sort of the love of my life. I use her maiden name, Pascal, as my stage name."

He relives these intimate memories for me; I see it in his eyes. Him revealing such personal details of himself twists something in me I can't identify. I just know it holds significance.

"She must've been wonderful," I offer.

"She really was." He takes a sip of his wine. "Do you have any siblings?"

I shake my head. "Only child."

We continue to swap stories from our childhood. He tells me about his siblings and how he found boxing. I confess how I didn't have that romanticized college experience and how lost I feel now that I graduated.

Then he starts asking me questions and, while I talk, he sits, unmoving, and listens to my answers.

We get sucked into the conversation and as we do, we both relax into the couch. I curl my legs underneath me and he props one leg on the edge of the couch so he can turn towards me. He leans his side against the back of it, his head propped up by his hand as he studies me.

He asks if I have a boyfriend. I tell him I don't. He doesn't react, his face unreadable.

"On the topic of love," I take a sip before continuing, "I've always had this silly, romantic notion of falling in love organically—like meeting someone on the subway or in a coffee shop," I divulge, surprising myself with my admission. "But the chances of that are growing slimmer by the day. God, twenty-one is a harrowing age," I mumble, staring into my glass ruefully.

Pedro takes a slow, thoughtful sip of his wine. "I think that thought is sort of beautiful. And it's definitely not silly."

A little smile tugs at the corners of my lips. "I appreciate you saying that, but that's not how the dating pool works. And I hate going out and clubbing, so I don't foresee myself a bright future in the love department." I let out a sigh. "I'm aware I should put myself out there, but a part of me is like, if it doesn't happen naturally, I'm not sure I want it."

"Which part? The meet-cute or the falling in love?" He tops up our glasses.

"I guess I want us to meet without it feeling forced, if that makes sense. Like, I don't want to chase love, I want it to find me."

His facial expression softens and something warm floods his eyes, making them gleam. Our gazes slot together like puzzle pieces and I'm forever hypnotized.

This doesn't feel forced, my heart screams at me.

He doesn't seem to notice my silence and goes on talking.

For a moment my brain goes blank and I have to ask him to repeat himself. He chuckles at me and the deep, mellifluous sound rolls through me. My whole body buzzes.

As I continue to overshare, he grants me his undivided attention. His focus is like he's shining a light in my eyes. I feel seen.

He gets me talking, and I'm rarely the talker. With most people, I'm the listener, the shoulder to lean on. Alongside the very few—nowadays my dad and grandma—he's able to create a space where I can unburden myself. He doesn't judge when I reveal that I don't have many, if any friends—the closest connection to friendship I have is with Lindsey, my roommate from college, but I wouldn't categorize the two of us as anything above friendly acquaintances. I leave out the part that even though I'm turning twenty-two in a few months, I'm yet to have a boyfriend. Hell, I haven't even been kissed before.

Up until recently, my lack of experience in love and relationships didn't bother me that much. But now that I've graduated, the empty cavern I've masterfully ignored all my college years feels more substantial. Now I just feel embarrassed for myself.

All while staying unjudgemental, Pedro is asking the best follow-up questions and as our conversation reaches a natural conclusion, I'm left as if I just had a vulnerable but productive therapy session.

He's now telling me about a road trip he went on a few years ago, and I try to listen, I do, but his bulging biceps captivate my attention. They're like suspension cables. Every time he makes the tiniest of moment, the muscles in his arm ripple. I must be seriously touch-starved because I want to reach out and wrap my fingers around his biceps, which my fingers probably couldn't encircle.

His other hand that's not supporting his head holds his glass, balancing it on his thigh. I've never in my life been this severely mesmerized by thighs.

I hum a few times and say "That's so cool" to show that I'm listening before my stare leaves his face and dips to his hand once again.

His forefinger is tracing the lip of the wine glass. The longer I stare, the sexier his hand becomes. He has a little doodle tattoo between his thumb and forefinger and I find myself wanting to sink my teeth into the flesh.

This is so inappropriate, I scold myself. I really shouldn't be mapping his body.

I try my best to tidy up my head but the two glasses I drowned have made me loose and floaty.

"You alright there?" he probes, tilting his head to the side. My cheeks crimson. He must've clocked I was drooling over him. The corner of his beautiful, moustache-topped mouth lifts in an amused smirk.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm great," I cover up and a laugh slips me.

I clumsily place my now empty glass down and he reaches out to steady me by the elbow. My breathing turns shallow and rushed with the knowledge of his proximity.

"What is it?" he presses, chuckling lightly, clearly entertained by my tipsiness.

I groan, hiding my flushed face in my hands, cursing myself and the wine for making me more candid than I intended to be. "Nothing," I hiccup.

"Now you've got to tell me," he urges, cupping one of my elbows in his massive palm.

His touch is warm, his callouses scrap my skin. It feels like a parade of fire ants are crawling out of the area he's touching into every direction.

I move my hand from my face, dropping it onto my lap as his fingers trail up my forearm, which he squeezes lightly before letting go.

"It's stupid really," I mumble.

"Come on, you can tell me," he assures me, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

I shake my head at myself. "It's just that—oh my God, I can't believe I'm saying this—, it's just that you have nice hands and arms, okay?"

His cheeks blush visibly at my compliment, but he immediately turns it into a joke. "These?" He pulls back the sleeve of his t-shirt and flexes his bicep.

"Yeah," I admit sheepishly, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Can touch them if you want," he teases in a low murmur, a crooked smile spreading across his perfectly smooth lips.

"No, Pedro, I shouldn't have said what I said," I stammer coyly.

"Alright, alright," he drops it and fixes his sleeve. "Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

I swallow, whising away the redness colouring my face. Silence lapses for a beat and I notice the tops of his ears have turned red.

He leans over to grab the bottle of wine. "More?"

I shake my head. "I'd rather not further embarrass myself."

His smile fading, he chugs the rest of his wine and stands up. He gathers our glasses and the bottle, carrying them over to the sink where he rinses them. "I should get some sleep," he says with a sigh.

"I should too," I agree, sleepiness crashing down on me. "I'll—, I'll see you in the morning," I mumble and flee to my room, my heart soaring.

[mystery-salad]

3 for falke, 5 for canary n 31 for tao :)

and e, f for you about anyone u want! :3c

I will do E and F for these three as well cause it's easier than digging through my huge list of ocs ;3c

FALKE:

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Super sappy, since they date a very eepy gal they will genuinely think of her and what she might be dreaming about. Drifting off mentally reaching out to their beloved. On hard to sleep nights they'll sometimes even go curl up with Sonia to get at least a little nap in 🥺

Once they are thoroughly fragmented...well, their sleep is too and it's more of a lost cause 😭

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I like to think we would get along great! I've gotten along well with a lot of people like Falke, and used to be that "do everything and stretch myself too thin" person myself before severe emotional burnout. Think they got that a bit from me now that I think about it actually whoops

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC(pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

It's a complicated thing for Falke, I love them but am also deeply fascinated and love digging into how their burnout manifested through mesmer magic.

CANARY:

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

If you're in it just for yourself, very easy! Canary is a team player, she is ride or die for the Aetherblades and a large part of her fleeing the Court was a lack of her getting agency and seeing other saplings losing theirs as well. If you're a lone wold she Does Not trust you and expects you to screw others over.

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I think we could be good acquaintances, we wouldn't be close friends but we could have some smalltalk and know each other by name at gatherings.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC(pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

So much pride, I love Canary dearly and her risen status is a point of pride in character creation for me uvu

TAOMESIN:

31.  Who are they the most glad to have met?

Rhosill @ascalonianpicnic full stop. Rhosill is the best thing to happen to them, and they're not sure why he stuck out the worst parts of their life with them. They blew up pretty harshly at him several times, but he's the only one who saw they needed help and kept trying to provide that support until they hit a point where they could admit they needed it. I could honestly go on for hours about the various ways this ended up happening and how the two went from friends to Tao pushing him away to friends again...

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I think we could parallel play just fine, and we'd both be happiest that way. I enjoy a silent room, as do they. We can just exist within the same room not interacting at all very happily.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC(pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

I FEEL BAD LMAO so I made Taomesin, initially, to be my one commander with no trauma. Just having a nice time.

-looks at their plot-

UH OH TAO!!!

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Earthspark x DJD

This is 100% crack, fueled by a commenter that insinuated that Tarn is too good for crack fics. I hope this haunts your dreams. This is definitely a dark comedy.

Enjoy, and have the day you deserve, dear passive aggressive commenter.

Twitch didn't know what was behind her, but turning back would seal her fate.

All she could hear was the snapping of branches as whoever was behind her rushed to grab her. She tripped, and shrieked as a huge hand grabbed her arm, easily fitting the whole thing in one hand.

Twitch thrashed as she was pulled into - a hug?

"Sweet spark, where's your sire?" Her captor's voice smothered her in an all-consuming warmth, Twitch fighting to keep her eyes open as a foreign drowsiness pulled at her spark. "Megatron didn't tell me he had newsparks." Twitch felt herself being shifted in the foreign bot's grasp, a hand forcing her head to rest against their chest plate as she was picked up. Their spark beat filled her ears, and she struggled to stay awake. "I am just so, so sorry for startling you. I just had to see Megatron's heirs for myself. The organic playthings are an odd choice, but a child has to have their toys, after all. You even have your alt mode, too, unfortunately with your carrier's colors."

Tarn looked down at the little minicon curled up in his arms, finally fast asleep. She was just so tiny. Unfortunately, the end of the war meant that Megatron had to pretend to share power with the Prime.

Honestly, anyone could see right through the facade. Megatron was the one calling the shots. He had to be!

Tarn could even rationalize why this dirt ball wasn't brought to their knees yet. Obviously, his master's pet Prime wished to keep his pets alive, and his Lord allowed it.

After all, five sparklings one after another would be quite taxing. It made sense for his Master's pet to earn a reward.

It was also an out of the way spot to raise a brood. And what a beautiful one it was. Two beastformers, a minicon, a racer, and a grounder. All seemly healthy, and taking after their Sire quite nicely.

:Nickel, apparently our Lord has been quite busy.:

Tarn heard Nickel sigh. :Tarn, what are you blabbering about?:

: Well, considering I am holding Megatron's runaway firstborn…:

:WHAT! Details, now.:

:She's a tiny femme, with a red and yellow drone alt mode. If it wasn't for her rotors, she could fit comfortably in the crook of my arm. She's sleeping at the moment. Yes, I did Megatron a favor and made her a little drowsy for the walk back to the nursery. She should be very cuddly for the next couple of hours. I will get photos for the altar, no worries.:

Tarn shifted Twitch carefully in his arms and pulled out his camera, taking a quick photo of her napping in his arms. Well, off to put her down for a nap. The fleshy built farm was an odd choice for a nursery, but Tarn had to admit the theme was cute, and far from any organic settlements to keep their current pets from catching diseases. Now, which structure was the nursery?

Tarn's first guess ended up to be live food storage for the pets, but he should have known from the little fluffy meat animal penned up in the yard that nosed the sparkling's feet before brushing against Tarn's ankles before getting out of his way. He found the actual nursery building by spying a purple bit of kibble peeking out from a mound of yellow organic bedding through a loft window.

He shifted the minicon in his arms again, her rotors making her quite awkward to hold comfortably. He opened the nursery door to find one of her siblings hiding under a bed, the massive dinobot flailing around as the edge of the raised bed got caught on his horns. Tarn set the sparkling on an unused bed, careful to set her on her belly so her rotors can move freely.

Her sibling was still struggling with the bed and froze as Tarn crouched down in front of him.

"Well hello there. What's your name?" Tarn used just a little bit of the Voice as he lifted the bed off the big orange sparkling, the bot scrambling away from him and standing protect fully in front of her.

"Ja-Jawbreaker. I-Is T-Twitch ok?"

"Ah, Jawbreaker! Hmm, I didn't know you scanned an alt mode yet. Yes, your sister is fine. She's just taking a nap, I found her sleeping in the woods. I am Tarn, Megatron is my boss. Do you know where he is? I wish to speak to him about my next work assignment. Grown up things, nothing for you to worry about. Would you mind watching her while I look?"

"Yeah, uh, sure. Mom and dad are at work, but Megatron should be back from a mission tonight. Opti- never mind. You just asked about Megatron."

Tarn smiled. "I assume Optimus is working with the humans?"

Jawbreaker nodded, realizing that he gave away too much. He knew Nightshade was with Tarantulas, Thrash had a doctor's appointment with Ratchet and would be home in a couple of days, and Hashtag was hiding in the loft. He just hoped that Megatron got home before anyone else did. Jawbreaker didn't like the way Tarn talked about Megatron, but couldn't quite understand why.

Luckily, he didn't have to think about it much longer, because he heard the familiar racket of Megatron landing in his alt mode. He rushed outside, Tarn blocking the door from the outside before following him.

Megatron, at first thought Jawbreaker, just wanted a hug, spreading his arms out to be tackled by many, many tons of bright orange sparkling. Instead, he had to see his nephew blubbering in terror as TARN of all people ran up to him.

"My Lord! Honor to see you, Master. I have questions about my new role in furthering the cause. The current List has been executed, and the DJD seeks further instruction."

"Tarn? Where's the children?"

"Two out of the five are secured in the nursery, my Lord. Jawbreaker here was left to watch them alone. The two femmes, for your information. Their sibling and brother have not been located, but I found the minicon femme wandering in the forest. The Peaceful Tyranny is parked just past the tree line."

Megatron sighed. "Tarn, I was only gone to retrieve energon from the nearby mine. The children are more than welcome to play in the surrounding woods. They all are more familiar with the area than I am. Twitch, the minicon femme, is the oldest, and I tend to keep her on a longer leash. Please apologize to my youngest. He and Hashtag, the younger femme, are allowed to stay back at the barn without supervision as long as they stay together. My oldest son, Thrash, and middle child Nightshade are with his doctor and their tutor. And please, use the outside shower before getting out of the cow pen next time. You have feces all over your feet and have undoubtedly tracked it inside. The humans are not to be harmed, and please watch for the animals and human children."

"Spoken like a true Sire. Do you wish to return to the Peaceful Tyranny to discuss the future of my role in the Cause?"

Megatron pinched his nose and sighed. "Tarn, I want the DJD to find a quiet place to disband. Go back to Mezzanine, find an uninhabited moon, or even just float around in the Peaceful Tyranny. The List is done. I am done. I'm an old man, and I just want to be with my children and live out the rest of my life. Please, don't contact me or my family outside of an emergency again. You have until this time tomorrow to leave Earth."

Tarn stepped back, shocked. "My Lord? Are you sure about this?"

Megatron let out an exasperated sigh and patted Jawbreaker's head. "Yes, Tarn. We got what we wanted. Now, I want to enjoy my peace. Go find yours."

Tarn nodded. "Jawbreaker, I sincerely apologize for scaring you. Megatron, I will take my leave."

"Tarn, Get. Out." Megatron grumbled, putting a comforting hand on Jawbreaker's shoulder.

Jawbreaker ducked behind him, and Tarn finally got the hint, returning to the woods. Megatron called Dot, telling her to keep the kids out of the farm until a certain fanatic leaves earth's atmosphere.

Megatron watched as the Peaceful Tyranny left the planet, not taking his eyes off it until it was truly gone.

"Dot, you can bring the children back. Just be careful. The only thing keeping you, Alex, and your children alive when it comes to Tarn's splinter cell is his fanatical worship of me and the bending of reality to cast me as all powerful. Running won't help, his ability to track people is better than Jazz. Remind the children again to NEVER contradict anything the DJD tells them, and to always insist to be returned to me over giving any information to an unknown Decepticon. If they are taken alive by Tarn, every movement counts."

"Splinter cell? What's that?" Mo's voice was squeaky over Megatron's comm.

"Your phone was on speakerphone, wasn't it?"

"Yep." Robby said. "I assume this Tarm guy was responsible for the panic attack from Twitch that got me out of math class?"

"Yes, Robby. Tarn and his crew were someone I employed during the war. He always took everything I said too far and ended up starting a cult within the Decepticons. Unfortunately, to keep your siblings safe, I had to lie about my relation to both your family and the terrans. They believe the terrans are my children, and for their sake, it is safest to keep up the ruse. Tarn is dangerous and poses a serious threat if he deems you Maltos a burden on the terrans' well-being. Be careful, but I did a good job at standing my ground. They shouldn't come back, but if they do, hit my distress signal, and I will drop everything and put him in his place, anytime, anywhere. Dot, I think it's best if we make sure they can recognize the DJD on sight. But Robby, Mo, if you see them, the objective is to run and hide, especially in places where a bot can't reach. If Twitch could get to you, it's not a good spot. I don't want to scare you, but all Tarn and his crew know is hate, and that is incredibly dangerous. We can continue this conversation at a later date if you would like. I am going to teach your siblings the same. I wish all of you the best. Megatron out."

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Canyou do a 179 Crescent Street Boobie headcanon please 🥺

Yes, of course! I miss talking about my boys! I love talking about boobs!

I'm gonna go overboard with this and cover three things:

Ass or tits?

Preferences?

Opinion on nice lingerie?

Do I need to put a content warning on this? Like? The whole thing is going to be about boobs. Ok it's going to be mostly about boobs. Ye be warned...

@fvckinghenrycavill @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @ylva-syverson @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn

We can all see that GIF up above. We know how Mikey treats titties. He's 100% a boobs kinda guy.

Does he have preferences? Of course he does! He'd prefer if they were boobs, attached to a cute girl (Dani), naked, and in his hands. Or mouth. Or both.

Big, small, somewhere in between? The owner is going to see every bit they don't like about 'em and he's just going to see boobies. And boobies are good.

Don't waste your money on expensive lingerie to impress him. Spend your money on expensive lingerie because you want to. But don't be disappointed if he maybe looks at it for the duration of however long it takes him to open that goddamn bra clasp. He would also never give a girl lingerie as a gift. Why would he willingly participate in covering up what's most precious to him?

Want to wear that low-cut top to a party? Is he going to be there? Are you going out with this idiot? Then reconsider! Hide those puppies away in public, because Mike is Mike, and you might end up far more naked in a supply closet than you initially planned on.

This idiot will also just happily appreciate other sets present in the room - if you catch my absolutely not cryptic at all drift here. There's nothing to worry about, though, he's really just enjoying the view.

First things first, August is an ass-man. Not that he doesn't appreciate a pair of nice boobs, though. He's a dude, of course he does! You just won't catch him in an inappropriate staring-contest with anyone's cleavage.

Well, maybe Angie's, but that's because she's in his lap and they're just right there. Where else is he supposed to look?

That's why he isn't necessarily picky when it comes to shape or size. Now, a nice set of expensive lace really makes everything a bit more interesting. It doesn't have to be lace, either. It can be mesh. Or satin. Or probably leather or latex, that doesn't matter. Nice things come in nice packaging. And don't you dare think you'll be taking it off during sex, either.

It's a good thing Angie's parents are loaded and she has a generous allowance, because otherwise all of his hard (and illicitly) earned money would disappear in a heartbeat so he could spoil her with nice things he'd like to see her in.

Also an ass-guy but definitely not one to shun a nice pair of sweater stretchers. (I'll see myself out for the use of that description.) His hands, however, will always find their way to where his heart truly lies: your butt.

Only cover 'em up with something pretty if that brings out the confidence to give him a lap dance, otherwise he's just going to take it off as soon as he can. And then he'll touch your butt. Like... A lot.

He loves to take a nap with his head on your chest, though. It's nice and soft - even though he has a slight preference for smaller titties, and he just really needs a nap.

Does Geralt like boobs? Yes. Provided they're attached to Solveig. You honestly couldn't even pay him to fake an interest in any other pair. In the boobs vs. butt debate, he'll say it depends on the girl, though. There's always one he slightly prefers over the other. (On Sol, it's boobs.)

Now, if he were single (Sally, Charlie, calm down) he wouldn't be picky about shape or size, but it would be nice if they weren't excruciatingly sensitive... As we know, Geralt struggles with the concept of 'gentle'.

The whole idea of 'lingerie' is something he considers teasing. It's just something that's in the way. Would he buy it for you? Sure, if you really wanted it. He knows he'll have a better night if you feel pretty. Whatever you're wearing, though, make sure it's either sturdy, or expendable, because he'll practically tear it off - but he'll let you wear your heels.

We know Napoleon appreciates art - and what are women if not the most exquisite works of art? He's not on team ass, he's not on team boobs. (Ok, he's on team ass in the sense that he can be an ass at times.) But that sure doesn't stop him from appreciating it all thoroughly.

Leon likes a woman in lingerie - it adds something for him, for sure, and it's not just the excitement of unwrapping a lovely present.

What's more is that he loves seeing you in things he picked out for you - not to worry. He has good taste. At least you know your sets will match, right? (Cheesy movie reference, whazzup!) He'll gladly take you shopping and buy you all the things he likes on you. They coincidentally also make your ass look phenomenal and make the twins look to die for.

It's tits > ass for Charles, although he wishes it was the other way around, because it's easier to check out a woman's ass without getting slapped in the face - which happens, from time to time, but he just can't help himself. Some cleavages are so mesmerizing... Also, chances are that if you're slapping him in the face for staring, he'll be getting even by spanking you later that night, when he's successfully talked you into bed.

In public - and covered up - it's mostly the exceptionally (back-pain inducing, probably) big ones that attract his attention, but once clothes come off, there's no sign of any preference.

It's good acting on his part, because while all boobs are lovely, he sure doesn't think they're all equal. By now, he's sampled campus thoroughly enough to be completely confident in the assessment that 'great' vs. 'good' boobs depends on way more criteria than just size. And in the end... They're all boobs.

He has a casual appreciation for a nice matching set, but he likes to watch 'em bounce too much to let you keep it on. Unless it's a quicky in a bathroom stall, of course.

When it comes to the age old question 'ass or tits?', Sy really doesn't discriminate. He's very much of the 'all boobs are good boobs' persuasion. That being said, he does like 'em big. Man's from Texas, after all. It also helps that he loves bigger girls in general. In his defense; he has big hands and they're grabby.

Is he going to pass up a chance to get laid by a pretty girl because she has small boobs? Of course not! He'd be shooting himself in the foot, right? So he's not fussy, and he'll love your chest no matter what it looks like.

That being said, if you're blessed with an exceptionally sizeable rack, be prepared to be asked if he can titty fuck you. And let's face it, we'd all say yes to that in a heartbeat. Not in a disrespectful way - is there a respectful way to ask this? I'm not even sure - he's just always kinda want to try it. (Although you're fairly sure he uses that as an excuse to veil his slightly eccentric request.)

Unlike Mike, he cares about your underwear. Not a lot, but still. There's no way it's not coming off before he nails you, but the right set can definitely turn him on like crazy.

Much like Mike, however, this man cannot be trusted around low-cut tops in public. He'll be talking to your chest all night, and chances are you're not going to make it home before his face inevitably winds up in your cleavage.

This guy is not looking at your chest. Can you two have an interesting conversation, play a musical instrument, do you read, can you name three German composers from the baroque era? Those are the important things to him.

Distracting this one is difficult enough, and a pair of breasts just isn't going to be enough. That's not to say he doesn't like them - although several instances at the bar had the guys believing otherwise. For a minute, they suspected he was gay, or something, because every time someone went 'Damn, check out the rack on that one!' he just shrugged.

Now, Elena can testify to the fact that he's not so indifferent when it comes to a more hands-on scenario. As it turns out, breasts look better when nothing's covering them, bonus points if he gets to touch them. Then - and only then - they can be quite alluring, as a matter of fact.

At the moment, he's a little too worked up over all the new experiences to care about underwear, but once he gets the hang of things... Who knows...