#of course hes graying super fast

[theravenchilde]

while its adorable that percy worries about paul going gray faster because he's worried for percy and sally

im pretty sure its just the teaching job lol

[witchywithwhiskey]

assembling legos in avengers tower

pairing: captain america!steve rogers x shield agent!female reader

summary: you want to spend a night assembling legos with steve rogers, but when he proves to be too good at it, you have to get creative.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established relationship, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, teasing, begging, dirty talk, praise kink, captain kink, pet names (buttercup, daisy, sunflower, honeysuckle), lots of kissing, lots of fluff and silliness, avengers tower shenanigans

word count: 4.9k

a/n: this fic is entirely inspired by a conversation i had with my therapist last week where she was helping me think of things to do to disconnect from social media and give myself a break from the world. i mentioned i had a box of lego daffodils i hadn't put together and she encouraged me to do that. however, i finished those in like a couple hours and now i need more... anyway, i hope y'all enjoy this bit of fluff/smut and i hope it's a nice distraction from the world!! ♡

“A daisy for my pretty girl.”

You were focused on assembling a plastic version of a queen anne’s lace when a pretty pink Lego gerbera daisy appeared in your eye line. Steve Rogers’ comfortingly deep voice and the flower he offered dragged your attention from what you’d been doing and you looked up for the first time in half an hour. 

You were curled up on the couch in Steve’s suite, assembling Legos in Avengers Tower on the rare night off he had from his duties as Captain America. He’d been sitting beside you, working away at his own flowers on the coffee table, but had clearly decided to get your attention with the pink daisy he’d finished. 

For a moment after you looked up from your own Lego flower, you were distracted by just how good Steve looked in a simple white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He always looked good, of course, but there was something especially delightful and attractive about seeing him in casual, cozy clothes. 

It almost made you want to abandon the Lego wildflower bouquet you were assembling together and slide into his lap. Suddenly, all you could think about was burying your fingers in his soft blond hair and having his sparkling blue eyes focused entirely on you for the rest of the night. But instead, you blinked and refocused on the moment. 

“Aw, thank you, captain,” you murmured, a smile curving your lips as you took the plastic flower from Steve and gave it a pretend sniff while batting your lashes at him. “My favorite.” Your words were little more than a purr, and you couldn’t help the way your smile widened when a pink flush dotted Steve’s cheeks.

It was on the tip of your tongue to suggest that you and Steve leave the rest of the Lego bouquet to be assembled another time, but then your gaze fell on the nine already-finished flowers that were neatly lined up on the table in front of the couch. Your smile fell.

Steve had already put together more than half of the flowers that had come in the box, and you still hadn’t finished a single one. Briefly, you were confused about how he’d put them together so fast—until you remembered something that often slipped peoples’ minds when it came to Captain America.

Everyone knew that Steve Rogers’ strength and stamina were enhanced when he’d been given the super-soldier serum in the 1940s, but most folks forgot that his intellect had been heightened as well. It was why he was the trusted leader of the Avengers—Steve had a knack for strategizing in the midst of battle. 

It also made him a wiz at puzzles. 

You should’ve known that Steve would easily zip through his half of the Lego bouquet while you toiled over a single flower. You knew he was smarter than the world—and even some of the other Avengers—gave him credit for, and you were disappointed in yourself for not thinking through the idea of assembling Legos together.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), Steve was also much more perceptive than most gave him credit for, and he noticed your change in mood immediately.

“What’s wrong, daisy?” Steve asked, cupping your cheek in his large palm and turning your face gently to look at him. 

His brows were drawn together, and you knew instantly that he’d caught the slightly crestfallen look on your face. Before you could muster a smile and assure him everything was fine, Steve went on, his thumbs brushing your cheeks in a gesture so achingly soft, a lump of emotion formed in your throat. 

“Did I do something?”

“No, no, no, it’s nothing—really,” you said in a rush, trying to shake your head and show him that you were being silly. But your reaction only had Steve frowning even more.

Gently, he scooped you up off the couch and deposited you on his lap, arranging your body so you sat across his thighs, your legs curled up while he wrapped one arm around your back. Once you were settled, he cupped your chin in his other hand and tilted your face up so he could look into your eyes.

“Tell me, sunflower, please,” Steve rumbled, his final word a rasping plea that tugged so effectively at your heart, you couldn’t help but do as he so sweetly asked. 

“I just thought we’d spend a little more time working on these together, that’s all,” you mumbled, dropping your gaze to the corner of Steve’s mouth, which was turned down in a slight frown. You wanted to reach up and smooth away that unhappy curve with your fingers, but you knew it wouldn’t work. Steve could be stubborn when he wanted. 

“I’m sorry, buttercup,” Steve said in a hushed, regretful voice, ducking his head and pressing an apologetic kiss to your forehead.

You let out a soft, happy sigh as your eyes fluttered closed and you sank into the warmth of Steve’s body, snuggling deeper into his chest. You were wearing one of Steve’s sweatshirts and a pair of leggings, so you weren’t necessarily cold, but you enjoyed the heat that emanated from him all the same.

“It’s ok, Steve, really,” you whispered, meaning the reassuring words more than you had a moment ago. Your thoughts were already straying to what you and Steve could do with the rest of the night alone in his suite…

You tipped your face up toward his, pouting your lips in a wordless plea for a kiss.

A chuckle rumbled deep in Steve’s chest moments before his lips brushed against yours. You could feel the smile in the gentle press of his lips, and your mouth curved in an answering smile, a giggle building in your chest at how silly the two of you must’ve looked—smiling at each other with your lips pressed together. 

But then Steve’s mouth pressed more firmly to yours, kissing you a little harder and a little longer, and the smile slipped off your face, your fingers curling into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. You tugged him closer as he deepened the kiss, his lips sliding slowly against yours like he had all the time in the world and didn’t want to do anything other than kiss you.

The two of you sank deeper into the kiss together, your bodies growing heated and your hands beginning to wander. A hard bulge nudged against your thigh and Steve groaned into your mouth, and you suddenly had an idea.

Pulling away from Steve, you ended the kiss abruptly, a grin spreading across your face as you watched the big, blond man blink his way back into the present. He looked so cute all dazed out from kissing you that you took a moment to appreciate it before voicing your idea.

“I know how to make it more difficult for you to put Legos together so fast,” you said, your voice slightly wheezing as you worked to catch your breath. “We just need some more Lego flowers.”

Steve’s kiss-swollen lips curved into a smile of his own. “I think we can manage that, honeysuckle,” he murmured, his expression filled with affection as he took in the excitement on your face. “Just one more kiss first.” 

He reeled you in for another slow, drugging kiss, his mouth stealing the smile from your lips, though you were happy to give it to him if he kept kissing you like it was all he wanted to do.

A little later in the evening, Steve’s suite in Avengers Tower was piled high with dozens and dozens of boxes filled with Lego botanicals of all sorts. There were boxes for sunflowers and daffodils, two types of flower bouquets, and even a whole heaping pile of cacti and succulents. 

It was more than you’d ever know what to do with, but Steve looked so pleased with himself, all you could do was smile. If he wanted to spend the rest of his nights off with you, assembling Lego flowers, who were you to complain? It sounded like a dream come true.

“Bought out everything from the Botanical Collection at the Lego store over on fifth,” Steve was saying proudly as he opened a couple daffodil sets, pouring out the plastic packages onto the coffee table while you watched him with amusement. Steve cut his eyes to you and smirked as he said, “I put it all on Tony’s card—d’you think he’ll notice, buttercup?”

You couldn’t help yourself, you tossed your head back and cackled at that. You knew, as a member of the Avengers’ SHIELD support team, that Tony Stark had given all the members of the team access to his credit cards “for emergencies only,” and you were frankly surprised no one else had thought to use it to prank him before. 

When you finally got yourself under control and looked back at the mischievous Captain America, you shook your head at him. Your heart gave a little extra thump of delight when you saw the way Steve was looking at you, with so much happiness and affection, it made emotion clog your throat. It took you a full minute to gather your thoughts enough to answer his question. 

“Nah, there’s no way,” you scoffed, but then you tilted your head to the side and really thought about it. Your eyes trailed over the boxes. There were just so many. 

You figured Tony would leave something boring like financial statements to Pepper Potts, but there might be another way for Steve’s late-night Lego shopping spree to be used as a way to prank the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist…

“Y’know, he might notice something when Lego flowers start popping up all around the tower,” you said slowly, cutting your eyes to Steve and offering him your own impish smirk. “Do you wanna see how many we can put in his lab before he says something?”

Steve’s head tipped back and he gave a great, booming laugh that filled all the corners of his suite. When he looked back at you, his blue eyes were sparkling with playfulness and his mouth was spread in a wide grin. 

“You’re diabolical, daisy,” he rumbled, pulling you closer on the couch so he could catch your lips in a kiss. 

It didn’t last long, both of you were too busy laughing to deepen it, but you did throw a leg over Steve’s thighs so you could sit in his lap. When you finally pulled away, you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“You up for the top secret mission, Cap?” you asked in a deceptively serious tone, the corners of your mouth flickering as you tried to hold back your grin. “You gonna help me prank Tony Stark?”

“Gladly,” Steve declared, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. 

All the evil plans that had been brewing in your mind disappeared when your heated core settled against the thick bulge in Steve’s sweatpants, a delighted gasp tumbling from your lips. Your gaze found Steve’s and a thrum of desire pulsed between your thighs when you saw how much his eyes had darkened.

“But first,” he murmured, his hands sliding up your back beneath the sweatshirt you wore, making you tremble deliciously in his lap. “I’d like to hear more about how you’re planning to make it more difficult for me to assemble all these Lego flowers.”

Steve’s mouth captured yours in a searing kiss and it would be another long few minutes before you were able to actually tell him what you had planned for him.

“Hah! Another daisy done,” you crowed, bouncing a little on Steve’s lap and dragging a deep groan from the man beneath you.

The movement of your body had shifted his cock inside you, his thick, sensitive length dragging against your warm, inner walls, which were hugging him tightly while you exulted in your accomplishment. You’d managed to finish seven flowers since you’d put your plan into action, and you had no idea what kind of progress he’d made.

You did, however, know he was enjoying himself, if his deep moans and muffled groans were anything to go by. There was also the way his cock throbbed inside you every so often, like his body was encouraging yours to move, even though the point of your plan had been to sit still on his lap.

It had come to you earlier in the evening when you’d felt his hard bulge against your thigh—the only way to slow down Captain America’s super-soldier-enhanced intellect was to distract him. And you’d come up with the perfect way of distracting him.

Once you’d explained your plan to Steve, he’d been all too eager to enact it, sitting on the floor in front of the couch and pushing down the hem of his sweatpants so his cock had bobbed free. You’d discarded your leggings and panties before lowering yourself down on his lap, taking his thick, hard length deep into your pussy while you straddled his legs.

For the next half hour or so, you’d been assembling Lego wildflowers on the couch cushions behind Steve’s shoulders and he’d been working away at his own box of daffodils on the coffee table—all while trying not to get distracted by the way your pussy was dripping all over his thick cock.

Leaning back so you could catch Steve’s eye, you grinned at the pinkness in his cheeks and the slightly hazy look in his blue eyes. 

“You doing alright, captain?” you asked teasingly, your fingers trailing along Steve’s sharply cut jaw to turn his head so he’d look at you. His blue eyes were dark with lust as he blinked them into focus, a snarl of barely held restraint in the twist of his soft mouth. “It’s been a little while since you gave me any sort of update on how your flowers are coming along.”

You clenched your inner walls around Steve’s cock on the word ‘coming’ as a way to taunt the large blond man, and were satisfied by the way he grunted in pleasure, his eyes sliding closed. Plastic clattered on the coffee table when his hands abandoned the daffodil he’d been assembling to grab your hips, like he couldn’t stop himself from touching you any longer.

Steve huffed a laugh as he opened his eyes again, catching your gaze and groping your soft flesh a little roughly. He smirked when your mouth fell open and your eyes went heavy-lidded, his strong fingers working their way down to your ass as he kneaded your curves the way you liked—possessively.

“When you said you had an idea to make things more difficult for me, I thought you meant a blindfold, or hiding the directions,” Steve rumbled, his smirk turning playful and mischievous. 

His expression was your only warning, but you didn’t have a chance to prepare yourself. 

“Not this.” He thrust up from beneath you, slamming deep into your dripping pussy.

A moan wrenched free from your lips, pleasure bursting through your body at the friction of his cock dragging against your inner walls, the tip bullying against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You collapsed against Steve’s broad chest, gasping for air as you recovered from the single, brutal thrust.

It had been difficult to ignore the constant, throbbing perfection of Steve being inside you while you were cockwarming Captain America, but you’d done your best so that you could make headway in assembling your Lego wildflowers.

And, of course, it had become a stubborn stand-off between the two of you, where you both were holding out on giving in to your bodies’ desires. 

That hadn’t stopped you from taunting Steve, though, and you’d told him there was only one thing he could do that would make you forget about the Lego flowers entirely. He just hadn’t been willing to do it—but you smirked into his neck as you caught your breath, thinking he was finally ready to be done with the stand-off.

“If you want to fuck me, captain, you know what you have to do,” you purred in his ear, pulling away and nipping at his jaw, wringing another tortured groan from the super-soldier. “You just have to admit I’m the best Lego flower assembler in the tower.”

Steve had initially chuckled at your silly demand, playfully telling you he’d only admit such a thing when you assembled as many flowers as him. 

But the way his cock throbbed inside you when you called him ‘captain’ and the way his hands were desperately groping your hips, ass and thighs—any soft part of you he could reach beneath your sweatshirt—told you he had reached his limit. So, his next words didn’t come as much of a surprise.

“You are, honeysuckle, you’re the best Lego flower assembler in the whole fucking tower,” Steve rasped, his hips rocking slightly, like he simply couldn’t stop himself from fucking you even a little bit. His fingers were digging deep into the soft flesh of your body, moving you back and forth to grind on his cock. “You’re the best in the whole city—please, just let me fuck you, sunflower.”

Your breaths were catching in your throat as helpless whimpers and moans tumbled from your lips. The way Steve was jerking your body on his cock, like you were little more than a fuck toy for him to play with, was making your mind melt as heat cascaded through your body, settling heavily between your thighs.

It felt so good—Steve’s cock grinding deep in your cunt, your wetness dripping down his hard length to soak his balls, your clit rubbing against the base of him—that it took your mouth a moment to remember how to form more than unintelligible sounds of pleasure. 

“Yes,” you gasped finally, dragging the word from the depths of your desire-drenched mind. And once you started, you couldn’t seem to stop, your hips rocking into Steve’s, meeting his grinding thrusts as you clung to his shoulders, your fingers buried in his soft hair. “Please, captain—please fuck me.”

“Thank fuck,” Steve growled, wrapping you up tightly in his arms and pounding into you from below. He held you pinned to his broad chest and buried his face against you, his lips mouthing at the soft mounds of your tits through your sweatshirt. “You feel so fucking good, buttercup, so warm and soft and fucking perfect wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh god, oh fuck, Steve,” you babbled, spreading your thighs wider and splaying them further open so that Steve could slam deeper and deeper into your pussy, making your head spin with how good it felt, how wildly perfect it felt to be fucked by him. “You fuck me so good, captain—please, ‘m already so close, Steve—please.” 

Your last word was a desperate, begging cry as your body trembled so violently in Steve’s arms that he had to hold you tighter to keep you right where he wanted you. Pleasure was coiled tightly in your core, and you knew you were seconds away from cumming. It was all you could do to gasp for air as you prepared to tip over the edge.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” Steve rumbled, lifting his head from your tits to drag his mouth along the line of your jaw until he found your lips. His kiss was so all-consuming, you almost missed the way he tilted your hips so your clit was grinding ruthlessly against his pelvic bone while he rocked up into you. “Cum on your captain’s cock like the good girl I know you are.”

His command was rumbled against your lips before his mouth pressed back against you, his tongue plunging into you and swallowing your sounds of ecstasy as you shattered apart. You were undone by his words and the deliciously perfect way he worked your body.

The sheer force of your orgasm stole the breath from your lungs and you screamed, the sound muffled by Steve’s lips as he eagerly drank down the sound like it was his favorite thing in the world. Wave after wave of heated pleasure washed over your body and you moaned helplessly as your pussy clenched hard around Steve’s cock.

A groan ripped free from the depths of his chest and poured between your parted lips as he followed you over the edge, his hips rutting into you with hard thrusts that had you bouncing wildly on his cock. 

If it wasn’t for Steve’s arms still holding you firmly against his chest, you were sure you would’ve lost your balance, but he kept you right where you were meant to be—on his cock while he emptied his balls into your cunt.

As Steve spilled himself inside you, your hands slid from his hair to hold his jaw in your palms. You kissed him through his release, licking his sounds of pleasure off his tongue and groaning at the delicious warmth that filled your body from head to toe. 

Once Steve’s cock had been milked dry of all his cum, he rumbled a satisfied sound and finally loosened his hold on you. His big hands stroked up your spine and back down again, soothing your body as you relaxed against his chest, your mouths still moving together in an endless kiss. 

Eventually, you pulled away from his mouth and let your head fall to his shoulder as your eyes slipped closed. A happy, contented sigh puffed from your lips and gusted against Steve’s neck, making him tremble slightly.

“So,” you started when you’d finally caught your breath, your heart rate back to normal and matching the steady pounding in Steve’s chest where you were pressed together. “How many flowers did you put together after I started cockwarming you, captain?”

Steve was quiet for so long, you half thought he’d fallen asleep against the couch, but then his hand squeezed your hip and he huffed an exasperated laugh. 

“Three.”

Your cackling laugh was so loud, it filled every corner of Steve’s suite, and a moment later, Captain America’s booming chuckle joined the din to make a wonderful cacophony of joy in your little corner of Avengers Tower. 

It seemed you had, in fact, figured out a way to make assembling legos with Captain America much more fair—and much more fun. 

A week later, Tony Stark stormed into the Avengers Tower conference room where he’d gathered all the superheroes and their SHIELD support team for what he’d deemed an “urgent” meeting. 

You sat next to Steve, his hand on your thigh and his fingers twisted with yours as you tried not to look at each other. Both of you suspected you knew what the meeting was about, and you knew you’d both break if you made eye contact.

It didn’t help matters when Tony slammed a small, potted Lego succulent on the glass table of the conference room, hard enough for the whole thing to tremble. A hush fell over the room as everyone stared at the irate Iron Man.

“Where the hell are all these Legos coming from?!” he demanded, his seething gaze roving the room, making eye contact with every single person who sat around the table. When no one spoke, he went on. “They keep popping up in my lab—and they’re starting to crowd my workstation. So who is it?”

You couldn’t help yourself, you cut a sideways glance at Captain America, and had to press your lips even more tightly together to hold back a laugh. 

Steve’s gaze was filled with so much mischievous amusement, you could feel a laugh clawing up your throat. As you looked at him, Steve let the corner of his mouth flicker in a smirk, and it was nearly your undoing. You looked away before you could snort and give yourself away.

Thankfully, Clint Barton piped up, telling the room he’d assumed Tony had been the one assembling the Lego flowers that had been showing up all over the tower. He noted he’d found them in the kitchen, the gym, both locker rooms, and plenty of other places.

Bruce Banner agreed with Clint, asking Tony if he hadn’t picked up the hobby during one of his latest bouts of insomnia. It would make sense, Bruce reasoned, since most of the Legos seemed to be cropping up in Tony’s lab.

Meanwhile, Thor had plucked the Lego succulent from Tony and was playing with the pieces, pulling them apart and putting them back together. He lifted his head with a goofy grin and nudged Phil Coulson, murmuring something about the tiny building toy being quite fun actually.

At the opposite end of the table, Nick Fury and Maria Hill shared an exasperated look, then began having a hushed conversation among themselves. You caught snippets of intel about the next mission the Avengers were set to go on, but that was less interesting to you than the reason for Tony’s “urgent” meeting so your gaze slide away to see how everyone else was reacting.

Across from you, Natasha Romanoff caught your eye. She flicked something tiny and pink across the glass surface of the conference table, so discretely, no one else noticed except Steve. He caught the pink thing in his hand as it tumbled over the edge toward your lap.

When the two of you glanced down at his open palm, you discovered the tiny pink thing was a Lego cherry blossom from one of the sets you’d assembled and left in the kitchen. 

Looking back at Natasha, she was smirking, and there was an unmistakeable knowing glint in her eyes.

As you watched, though, she pinched two fingers together and twisted them near the corner of her mouth, like she was turning a key in a lock. Her message was clear: Nat knew the Legos were coming from you and Steve, but she wasn’t going to say anything.  

Both you and Steve let out silent sighs of relief. 

The meeting went on for a little longer after that, though it didn’t go anywhere. No one admitted to planting the Lego flowers around the tower, and Tony was still furious that he didn’t know who was behind it. 

Fury finally had to call an end to things when it looked like Tony and Thor were about to come to blows, the former convinced Thor was playing dumb about not knowing anything about Legos while the latter was grinning and egging him on.

Another week passed of Lego flowers and succulents appearing around the tower. Nat had taken to helping you and Steve, sneaking into Tony’s lab while the two of you kept him distracted with speculation about who it could be. Clint caught you leaving a Lego cactus on Bruce’s desk, but he promised to keep your secret and even joined in on the fun just like Nat had.

It wasn’t until the end of the month when Tony called another “urgent” meeting that your prank was finally unmasked. 

Tony had a sheaf of papers in one hand and a video disc in the other, claiming that Pepper had discovered the charges made to one of his cards at the Lego store over on fifth. Apparently, he’d talked the manager into giving him a copy of the security tapes from the night when they’d been purchased, so he was about to uncover the culprit.

Once he’d announced all of this, Tony paused for dramatic effect, giving everyone in the room one last chance to come clean.

That time, when Steve cut his eyes to you, his mouth flickering with a smile, you couldn’t keep it together. Steve and you both lost it, laughing so hard, tears began streaming down your faces while Nat and Clint shared a private, knowing chuckle.

Steve came clean about the prank and admitted it had been you and him the whole time. He even explained how you’d roped Clint and Nat into helping once they’d discovered you—and both of them nodded to confirm Steve was telling the truth, grinning unrepentantly.

Tony took it all in stride, seemingly relieved to finally know the source of all the Legos. He did ask how Steve managed to spend so much money at the Lego store though. By his calculations, not even half of the Lego flowers Steve had purchased had popped up around the tower.

At that question, Steve’s cheeks pinkened a little and he admitted there was still a hefty pile of Lego boxes in his suite. You and him had spent plenty of nights assembling Legos—even when you weren’t getting distracted by cockwarming Captain America—but there were still a lot left. 

Squeezing his hand in your lap, you spoke up with a suggestion for a Lego night, where everyone could get together and assemble some Legos. It could be a fun opportunity of team bonding, you said.

Fury liked the idea so much, he approved it immediately, then wasted no time in calling an end to the “urgent” meeting.

And that was how you ended up spending a night assembling Legos in Avengers Tower with Steve Rogers and the rest of team, laughing and talking and taking a much-needed break from the stresses of the world. It was the first of many wonderful nights.

[temiizpalace]

☆┊STARTING TODAY, YOU ARE A HOST!

SUMMARY: after stumbling into the host clubs room and breaking an expensive vase, you have to face the dire consequences.. with grim of course.

MASTERLIST

GENRE: fluff, crack-fic

NOTES/WARNINGS: accidentally walking in while changing (not sexual), might be ooc, canon divergence

reader is afab, reader is yuu

after spending a couple days at nrc, you and grim have decided to finally start looking for ways to get you home. you held the creature tightly in your arms as you walked up and down the halls of the school, searching for the library. “myahh, henchman.. do you even know where you’re going? maybe i should lead the way. ” grim snarls, leaving you to roll your eyes.

“be quiet. no way in hell am i letting you off on your own. do you want to break another chandelier and risk another expulsion?” you retorted as you opened the multiples and multiples of doors. “all these rooms, and not a single one is the library..”

“maybe ya needa ask that ace guy.” grim shrugs, making you cringe at the thought. “in your dreams. him? helping someone at all? don’t make me laugh.” empty classroom after empty classroom. your constant bickering with grim had distracted you from even finding the library itself, ignoring the obvious signs.

unfortunately, your carelessness was going to cost you greatly. as you entered what seemed like your hundredth classroom, you were relieved to find the place bustling with students, hoping this’d be the place you were looking for. spoiler alert: nope!!

“welcome.” this isn’t a library.. it looks like.. a host club?!

night raven host club. a place where young men have far too much time on their hands, entertain other young men and women from other schools who also have too much time on their hands. think of it as.. a playground of sorts.

you hold the door handle tightly, practically leaving grim in a chokehold as you wished to fall into a hole and disappear. “sorry. wrong room.” you mumbled as you tried closing the door slowly. a hand pried the two sides of the doors back open, startling you at the incredibly fast reflexes.

“AGH?!” you yelp, nearly falling backwards. a boy with blonde hair and a very tacky looking hat stared daggers into your face, the silence becoming very uncomfortable. “could you be..” he murmurs, you and grim looking at each other with confused looks.

“..[MC] the magicless perfect and his weasel grim, perchance?” he smiles, causing a shiver to go down your spine. something tells you he’s trouble. “haha, nope! wrong person! super sorry, bye!” you try getting away, but your efforts are in vain as the boy pulls you back into the room, almost dropping grim face first.

“non! stay, you have walked into the host club after all.” he stated sternly, a whole group of other boys now staring you down. “floyd. jade. have you gotten the information i requested?” the one with light gray hair spoke, looking at two tall and lanky young men who are nearly identical. “im afraid not. they have just stepped foot onto campus recently with no traces of information or background.” one of them spoke.

“but they’re so small and teeny! i think i’ll call em shrimpy and his little buddy sealie.” im pretty they’re talking about me. and grim. you think to yourself as you stood there awkwardly. “..very well,” the silver haired boy looked at you, a polite smile on his face. “welcome to the host club, prefect. azul ashengrotto, housewarden of octavinelle. feel free to contact me in a pinch.” he came over to shake your hand, in which you reluctantly did.

“mon dieu! where are my manners!” the blonde exclaimed. “apologies, rook hunt, vice-housewrden of pomefiore at your service.” he took your hand away and lifted it up to his lips, making you flinch. “right..” grim pretends to gag, catching the attention of the two tall boys from earlier.

“so what really are ya, sealie? you some kinda raccoon or somethin?” the twin on the left said, laughing like a maniac as he snatched grim outta your hands. “now, now, floyd. even if our guest is a beast, it is still a guest. we must treat them with care.” the one, who you’re now assuming would be jade, said with a gentlemanly expression.

he turns his attention to you, his smile never dissipating. “a pleasure to have you, prefect. i am jade leech, vice-housewarden of octavinelle. if you couldn’t guess, this is my twin brother, floyd.” he pointed to his brother, who seemed to be squeezing the living daylights out of your ally. “GRIM!” you run over to grab your fuzzball, but he seemed to be locked in an iron grip. “hm? don’t worry shrimpy, you’ll be next on the squeezing list!” floyd giggles, making you shudder.

“oh my, things are beginning to look lively, aren’t they? i believe i’ve seen that young man at the entrance ceremony.” a short boy with a much deeper voice than you anticipated spoke, looking at his almost opposite counterpart. a tall man with horns, who seemed to be pouting, looked at him with a blank expression. “..is that so?”

“i say we join the fun!” the shorter one smiles, walking over to you and the twin. “welcome to night ravens host club, prefect! lilia vanrouge, vice-housewarden of diasomnia! over there is malleus draconia, diasomnia’s housewarden and future king of briar valley.” he stated almost casually, your brain taking moments to process that information. “don’t be intimidated, he’s just shy.” he smiles, the horned man behind him narrowing his eyes.

“don’t tell such lies, lilia.” he sighs, standing beside the vice housewarden. “okay, look. nice to meet all of you, buuuutt i really gotta get goin now!” you try prying grim out of floyds arms, in which they suddenly loosen. did you do it? “im bored of ya sealie, cmere shrimpy!” he giggled, turning to you. “no, no, NO!”

rook smiled from afar, watching the scene unfold. azul and jade stand by the side, watching as floyd chased you down. “floyd, don’t terrorize the guest of honor. it’d be such a shame if we lost a potential customer.” azul sneers, adjusting his glasses. the leech twin doesn’t spare him a second glance, only charging at you as you ran at high speeds.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” you shout, feeling your life flash before your eyes. “cmere, shrimpy! i just wanna give you a niiiccee tiiiggghhtt squeeze!!” he giggles, grim following trailing far behind him. “HANDS OFFA MY HENCHMAN!”

as you’re running, you feel yourself trip over your feet and nearly fall face first onto the floor. the nearest object to keep you steady was a pillar, which you thankfully grabbed onto in time. relief resided within you as you saved yourself from injury.

until..

CRASH!

sounds of glass shattering on the ground also happen to shatter your peace, peering over to see pieces of broken glass patterns scattered across the ground. “shit.”

lovely! first you and your accomplices char ancient statues and destroy a chandelier, now you can add destroying vases to your list! what a record.

“oh dear,” jade sighs, staring at the shards on the floor. “that just so happened to be an ancient vase found in the cave of wonders.. we were going to auction this off at our most recent gala.” he collects the broken glass pieces into his hand and stares at them with a frown.

“auction..? gala..?” you murmur, starting to feel a sweat on your brow. “that vase was going to start at 10,000,000 thaumarks.. what a shame.” azul sighs, feeling a plan formulate in his head. meanwhile, you felt your soul meet the gods and heroes then fall all the way down to greet the great seven.

no way are you going to be able to afford that.. grim felt like he was aging rapidly, falling over and fainting as he heard the outrageous pricing. “oh my, and i quite liked that vase too. it took me centuries to find it amongst my travels.” lilia murmurs, also catching you wide-eyed. is he being literal or figurative? at this rate, you won’t put anything past anyone in this damn world.

“non, non.. this simply cannot do.” rook sighs, holding his hat over his eyes. suddenly, a spotlight shines over him, raising his hat to reveal a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “then it is settled! starting today, you are the host clubs errand boy!” he points at you and grim, causing the beast beside you to hiss.

“WHO ARE YA CALLING ERRAND BOY! I AM GRIM THE GREAT! A MAGNIFICENT MAGE!” grim shrieks, making you cover his mouth instinctively. “e-errand boy?” you repeat, raising your brow. “oui, errand boy! we need someone to run the host clubs errands, and you both just so happen to qualify for the job!” rook smiles, grabbing you both by the shoulders.

and so, you ran the errands. running back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.. you get the idea. they worked you ragged, possibly even worse than crowley if you wanted to exaggerate things. you felt eyes on you each trip you made, you hated it. “henchman.. im tired..” grim yawns, swaying left and right drowsily. as much as you and grim argued, it was obvious you didn’t hate each other in the slightest.

“here, i’ll carry you.” you lift him up into your arms, cradling him in one hand while holding the brown paper bag in the other. when he doesn’t have his huge mouth open, grim was quite adorable. like a house cat. you smiled as he napped peacefully, setting down the brown bag onto a nearby table.

“oh goodness! is that yours?” a girl nearby chimes, pointing to the sleepy critter in your arms. “hm? ah, grim? not exactly, but he’s a friend.” you laugh awkwardly, rocking him in your arms. “he’s adorable! may i pet him?” she asks, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.

“sure, why not?” you smile, allowing her to brush her hand atop of grim’s head. wait, how’s there a girl here? “so cute! can i pet him too?” another girl mused, then another, then another, and another, til eventually you were surrounded by a mob.

if grim was awake, he’d either bask in this affection or push it away. but right now, he purred in contentment. “hm..” azul hums, staring at the group of girls and boys crowding you and your mascot. “..beautiful! absolutely beautiful!” rook evades the crowd and grabs your hands. “never mind errand boy, non, you’re going to be a host!”

“excuse me, what?” the crowd squealed in excitement at the thought of a new host, and to have it be such a cute and handsome “boy” as well! azul smirks, watching as another entryway to his elaborate pyramid scheme opens up. “jade, floyd, escort our club mate to the changing halls with a proper change of clothes.”

“right away./oki doki boss!” each twin grabs one of your shoulders and carries you towards the changing rooms as you gripped grim with all your might just to ensure he doesn’t fall. that weasel can sleep through anything..

“okay, okay, i get it! put me down, i’ll change myself!” you groan as you were placed onto the ground, yanking the uniform off the hanger. the two siblings awaited you outside the changing rooms, causing you to internally panic. there’s no way you’re going to escape now! and even if you could, you can’t just leave grim here! what to do..

maybe your best bet is to just play along. who knows what these stupid mages are capable of doing if you managed to leave.. you shudder at the thought of it. you change into the uniform, coming out with a fresh new style. jade chuckles, smiling in approval. “fufu, you look quite nice in your uniform. however, your hair is an absolute birds nest. it is best we take care of that immediately.”

“really? i thought it was fine— OW!” floyd aggressively brushes your unkempt hair out, causing pain to your scalp after each stroke. “sorry shrimpy, but ya got tons an’ tons of knots in you’re hair!” he shrugs, your yelps making this sound like a torture chamber.

“he’s readyyy!!” floyd cheers, presenting you like an item on display. rook covers his mouth with his hand, eyes wide as he looks at you. lilia holds his hand on his chin with a smile, inspecting you with careful consideration. “my, my, the uniform quite suits you! wouldn’t you agree, malleus?” he looks to malleus who stared at you with an intense gaze, almost to the point its uncomfortable.

“..you look much more presentable compared to before.” he stated straightforwardly, causing your eyebrow to twitch. was that a compliment? “gee, thanks.” you sigh, scratching the back of your neck. “C’EST MAGNIFIQUE! YOU LOOK STUNNING, PREFECT!” rook exclaims, rushing over to you and capturing you in a hug. “ACK—ROOK! CUT IT OUT!”

you shriek, feeling yourself lifted off the ground at the boys unexpected strength. “aww.. no fair! i wanna squeeze shrimpy too!” floyd pouts, pushing rook off of you and ultimately replacing him. “CAN YOU GUYS JUST GET OFF OF ME?!”

“floyd, that’s quite enough. as exciting as it is to welcome a new member, we still have guests to entertain.” azul sighs, massaging his temple. “boo, i don’t wanna.” the eels grip never relented, holding onto you tightly without even taking into account his job and status. you felt like you were going to burst before you were suddenly separated from the crushing grip.

“now, now, gentlemen. let’s settle down. azul is right, there are guests to attend to and we mustn’t dally on our duties as hosts! rook can show our new hire the ropes while the rest of us shall continue to entertain as per usual.” lilia insists, using his magic to keep floyd a considerable distance away from you. “lovely! what a beautiful idea! come now, prefect! we must transform you into a refined gentleman!”

and just like that, you’ve began hosting. as rook charmed the masses with his sweet words and enchanting poems, you chose to observe how the others won the hearts of these young women and men. “my dear, let me stay by your side for as long as the world allows me to. i am speechless just being within your presence, truly.” rook gets onto one knee, holding the hand of the woman before him. her hand rested on his chest, feeling it as it beat. “oh, rook..” she sighed.

oh god. you had to do that? seriously? you’ve gotta be joking. you look to the twins section, noticing they work in pairs rather than separately. “jade, you’re such a kind soul.. i’d love to end up with someone like you.” a boy coos as he covers his cheeks with his hands, only earning a chuckle out of the man beside him. “is that so? how utterly intriguing that is.. if you’d like, you can stop by the mostro lounge after this. your presence would certainly light up the whole cafe..”

“yeah, yeah, jade would be reeaaall happy to see ya there.” floyd adds, holding his brothers shoulder with a grin. you don’t even need to blink twice to know those two are lying by the skin of their teeth. jade couldn’t care less if that guy stepped foot onto the premises. he probably wouldn’t even care if they were eaten by vicious animals!

lilia seemed like quite the fan favorite. “my travels are certainly a tale! if you all would like, i am more than happy to tell you about them. each story has shaped me into the cute and adorable little thing i am today!” he muses, earning some ooo’s and aaa’s from the people around him. tales? why make yourself sound so old?

malleus was an interesting case. he didn’t seem to have spoke much, and once he did, it seemed his only topic were gargoyles. what weirdos reside in this club anyway? “ah, [MC], you and your cat seem to be quite famous at night raven college. the attention must be stressful.” a girls voice cuts you out of your thoughts, averting your attention.

right. you got this. just be cool! “it hasn’t really bothered me til recently, but i guess i’d better get used to it if i plan to keep attending this school without magic.” you answer, earning a nod from her. “so, how do you like it so far?” a boy asks, making you think for a bit. to be honest, things have been going shitty for the past few days. you made, what? 2 friends not including grim?

“i think my experience here is going to be wonderful,” lie. “especially since i get to spend my time with new personalities.” you smile, trying to charm them to the best of your abilities. was the making you cringe? yes. but it’s necessary.

“well to me, it seems like you’re nothing but a waste of space on their roster.” a girl jeers, stifling a laugh as she looked at you. “let’s be honest, a mage attending a magic academy without being able to master simple fire spells shouldn’t have been admitted at all. letting you into this club must be a way for rook to keep you from looking pitiful.”

what the hell..? what’s with this woman? it’s not like you had a choice! the urge to just straight up punch her is strong but thank the lords you had some self control left in you. “is that so? thank you for your delightful input.” you manage to murmur out, trying to seem unfazed. she hated it. suddenly, the table is tipped over and a hand grabs onto your wrist tightly.

you feel yourself pulled down, catching yourself before falling onto the girl. “[MC]! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF OF ME!” she squeals, trying to “push” you off of her as she pretends to struggle. the attention of every guest is glued onto the unfolding scene before them, her screams growing louder. rook walks over, his expression neutral for the first time. cold water is poured over the two of you, making both of you soaked.

“you’re kinda loud, can you shuddup?” floyd scoffs, a bucket in his hands. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” her demeanor changes once her eyes landed on rook, her personality doing a 180. “r-rook.. those two brutes had just assaulted me! you’re not going to let them get away with it are you..?”

awh hell nah what the fuck man. this is the most pathetic girl you’ve ever seen in your lifetime. he sighs and tosses the girl a towel, making her swoon and smile. “awh.. you’re so sweet! than—“

“im disappointed, ma chérie.” he sighed, using another towel to dry off your hair. “faking a scene of such seriousness, i cannot approve of you.” rook looks to the girls expression, her face pale and drained of color. “oh dear, how troublesome. i believe it’d be best if we were to show her a proper goodbye.” lilia adds, frowning as he looked at her.

“faking an assault. how foolish of you.” malleus crosses his arms in disapproval. the girl stood in the middle of the attention, eyes laying on her at every angle. “jade. floyd. show our guest off campus.” azul snaps his fingers, the twins pulling out their magic pens. “of course. however, id rather not have to touch the thing so magic may be our next option.” jade smiled politely despite his insulting jab.

“you.. YOU IDIOTS! ROOK YOU IDIOT!” she yells, kicking and yelling as she was carried to the exit of night raven college. “how embarrassing, to think we housed a guest such as that in our club.. truly shameful. prefect, are you hurt?” rook asks, looking at you with a concerned expression.

“ah, no. i’m alright.” you reassured everyone, making a few sigh in relief. “i believe you should change into a new set of clothes. you’re are soaking wet right now.” lilia points out, making you embarrassed. “right.. i’ll change into the clothes from earlier.”

and so, you did. this whole incident was such an embarrassing thing to happen. while grim peacefully slept away, you had to deal with this shit?? this host club sucks. as you change, you hear the curtains shift causing you to swiftly look back. “prefect, we’ve got you extra towels just in ca—“

rook looks up and saw you. in feminine undergarment. he freezes, making you scream. “GET OUT??” the other host club members gather around, seeing as rook froze in place. as much as they all hate to admit it, they caught a glimpse of you before he closed the curtains, causing them all to look at each other.

no way.. you’re not a guy? they had just assumed so! considering there are some hyper-feminine guys here nobody really bats an eye to it. you blended in! you came out with an expression practically begging to be killed, feeling the life sucked out of you at each set of eyes on you.

malleus already knew from the start, as did lilia. jade suspected as much, but couldn’t help but feel surprised that his suspicions seemed to be correct. floyd was actually quite excited in contrast to azul’s extreme shock. seriously, the poor octo-mers face was red. rook couldn’t even move. like jade, he suspected as much.. yet..

“this proves to be quite the predicament..” rook suddenly spoke, his face twisting into one of delight and joy. “you had me fooled! color me impressed! from now on, i shall call you trickster!” he smiles, holding your hand tightly. you don’t even have time to process their reactions before you’re once again pulled into rooks embrace.

“i dont see why this is such a big deal though! im just doing your stupid club to repay my debts! who cares if im not a dude!” you groan, trying to break out of his tight hug. “oya? then i shall take your word for it! we expect great things from you, trickster!” he hums, seemingly unaffected by your uncaring attitude.

“your secret is safe with us, [MC]. we wouldn’t dream of sharing this with the public.. fufu..” jade smiles, his laugh sounding suspicious and slightly untrustworthy. “don’t you worry your pretty little head, shrimpy! jade, azul, an’ I won’t spill the beans.” floyd laughs, ruffling your hair with his hand. “r-right. ahem, we’ll be sure to keep your secret under wraps.” azul clears his throat, offering you a polite smile.

“we won’t tell a soul, you may take my word for it.” lilia flashes you a grin, his word more trustworthy than the trio next to you. “if anyone wishes to tell your secret with the others, they will not get the chance. you may count on me.” malleus mumbles, his threat sending a chill down your spine. “we’ll treat you with the utmost care! count on it!” rook finally adds, your eyebrow twitching.

“..thanks guys.” something tells me this’ll be a long year..

A/N: WOOOOOO FIRST ONE DONE!!!! lowkey kinda disappointed but WHATEVER‼️‼️‼️

date published: 8/3/24

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Hello there

Do you think Harry can be charismatic and charming? I see him having a bit of a silver tong and having the ability to bend people's will

See Slughorn and the gray lady, the boy can be quite manipulative

Hello, and YES! Yes, I definitely think he can be manipulative and a convincing liar. He's witty and as I mentioned here, many other characters see him as charismatic and leader material, even if he doesn't think of himself as such.

The example with Slughorn is great, we see our boy getting him drunk and reminiscing about Lily to get information out of him:

The Felix Felicis gave Harry a little nudge at this point, and he noticed that the supply of drink that Slughorn had brought was running out fast. Harry had not yet managed to bring off the Refilling Charm without saying the incantation aloud, but the idea that he might not be able to do it tonight was laughable: Indeed, Harry grinned to himself as, unnoticed by either Hagrid or Slughorn (now swapping tales of the illegal trade in dragon eggs) he pointed his wand under the table at the emptying bottles and they immediately began to refill. [...] Slughorn gave a great shudder, but he did not seem able to tear his horrified gaze away from Harry’s face. “He told her to get out of the way,” said Harry remorselessly. “He told me she needn’t have died. He only wanted me. She could have run.” “Oh dear,” breathed Slughorn. “She could have . . . she needn’t . . . That’s awful. . . .” “It is, isn’t it?” said Harry, in a voice barely more than a whisper. “But she didn’t move. Dad was already dead, but she didn’t want me to go too. She tried to plead with Voldemort . . . but he just laughed. . . .” “That’s enough!” said Slughorn suddenly, raising a shaking hand. “Really, my dear boy, enough . . . I’m an old man . . . I don’t need to hear . . . I don’t want to hear . . .” “I forgot,” lied Harry, Felix Felicis leading him on. “You liked her, didn’t you?”

(HBP, Ch22)

(As I've been saying for a while, Harry is super magically powerful and capable when he doesn't overthink things. Like, Felix Felicis makes you lucky, it doesn't make you more magically skilled or a better actor — that's all Harry. Also, a lot of what he says isn't just the Felix Felicis, Harry still needs to think what to say, the potion just gives him a nudge)

But it isn't the first or last time Harry does something like that. One of my favorite examples of his Slytherin tendencies is this scene from CoS:

“Potter! Weasley! What are you doing?” It was Professor McGonagall, and her mouth was the thinnest of thin lines. “We were — we were —” Ron stammered. “We were going to — to go and see —” “Hermione,” said Harry. Ron and Professor McGonagall both looked at him. “We haven’t seen her for ages, Professor,” Harry went on hurriedly, treading on Ron’s foot, “and we thought we’d sneak into the hospital wing, you know, and tell her the Mandrakes are nearly ready and, er, not to worry —” Professor McGonagall was still staring at him, and for a moment, Harry thought she was going to explode, but when she spoke, it was in a strangely croaky voice. “Of course,” she said, and Harry, amazed, saw a tear glistening in her beady eye.

(CoS, Ch16)

He doesn't even hesitate. Lying so well that McGonagall gets a bit teary-eyed. In OotP, he actually gets information out of Lucius in the ministry, getting him to talk both to buy time and get intel:

“You haven’t told me what’s so special about this prophecy I’m supposed to be handing over,” he said, playing for time. He moved his foot slowly sideways, feeling around for someone else’s. “Do not play games with us, Potter,” said Malfoy. “I’m not playing games,” said Harry, half his mind on the conversation, half on his wandering foot. And then he found someone’s toes and pressed down upon them. A sharp intake of breath behind him told him they were Hermione’s.

(OotP, Ch35)

Not to mention all the times he essentially tricks Hagrid into telling him things (even if Hagrid is an easier target).

His witty comebacks in many situations:

“Got plenty of special features, hasn’t it?” said Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. “Shame it doesn’t come with a parachute — in case you get too near a dementor.” Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. “Pity you can’t attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy,” said Harry. “Then it could catch the Snitch for you.”

(PoA, Ch13)

It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them. “Congratulations, Harry!” she said, beaming at him. “I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How you feel now, about the fairness of the scoring?” “Yeah, you can have a word,” said Harry savagely. “Good-bye.”

(GoF, Ch20)

“Why were you lurking under our window?” “Yes — yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our window, boy?” “Listening to the news,” said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. “Listening to the news! Again?” “Well, it changes every day, you see,” said Harry. … “We know you’re up to something funny,” said Aunt Petunia. “We’re not stupid, you know,” said Uncle Vernon. “Well, that’s news to me,” said Harry, his temper rising

(OotP, Ch1)

Harry, of course, had endured their snide comments for more than four years, so whispers of, “Hey, Potty, I heard Warrington’s sworn to knock you off your broom on Saturday,” far from chilling his blood, made him laugh. “Warrington’s aim’s so pathetic I’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me,” he retorted, which made Ron and Hermione laugh and wiped the smirk off Pansy Parkinson’s face.

(OotP, Ch19)

Malfoy glanced around. Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers. Then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice, “You’re dead, Potter.” Harry raised his eyebrows. “Funny,” he said, “you’d think I’d have stopped walking around. . . .”

(OotP, Ch38)

Are further examples of Harry having a quick wit and a silver tongue when he wants/needs to. And, I love how the first time he asks Slughorn about the memory Harry is being a little shit and literally quoting Tom Riddle from the memory down to some of the mannerisms:

“Look sharp, Tom,” said Slughorn, turning around and finding him still present. “You don’t want to be caught out of bed out of hours, and you a prefect . . .” “Sir, I wanted to ask you something.” “Ask away, then, m’boy, ask away. . . .” “Sir, I wondered what you know about . . . about Horcruxes?”

(HBP, Ch17)

“…Come on, now, Harry, you’ll be late for your next lesson,” said Slughorn affably, snapping the gold clasps shut on his dragon-skin briefcase. “Sir,” said Harry, reminding himself irresistibly of Voldemort, “I wanted to ask you something.” “Ask away, then, my dear boy, ask away. . . .” “Sir, I wondered what you know about . . . about Horcruxes?” Slughorn froze. His round face seemed to sink in upon itself. He licked his lips and said hoarsely, “What did you say?” “I asked whether you know anything about Horcruxes, sir. You see —” “Dumbledore put you up to this,” whispered Slughorn. His voice had changed completely. It was not genial anymore, but shocked, terrified.

(HBP, Ch18)

I mean, considering how we're told Tom Riddle was handsome, charming, and silver-tongued and we see Harry compared to him (in looks and charisma and mannerisms), by other characters including Tom and Harry in the above scene, I think it's safe to say Harry can be charismatic and silver-tongued. It comes with being witty and thinking quickly on his feet. (And being really used to lying when put on the spot).

That being said, Harry's temper, when it gets the better of him, makes him worse at this since he doesn't think before speaking. But, when he's calm or he's angry in his usual cold way that isn't a trauma response, yeah, he's manipulative and silver-tongued as the best of Slytherins. (I personally think Harry's more of a Slytherin than Draco, for example, who actually exhibits very few actual Slytherin traits even if he wished he did)

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̽ ⋆ ﹒♡﹒ Listen… we all knew Itachi would be first out of my naruto versions because he’s my life and I love him, so, yeah. No warnings, Itachi’s super sweet.

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ᝰ A ‣ ‣ AFTERCARE { ༝༝ what is itachi like after sex? ༝༝ }

No doubt about it, Itachi’s a sweetheart. This man loves to relax afterwards, catching his breath, and just exist in the moment with you.

He’ll flop onto his back next to you, searching for your hand in the sheets, and thread them together as he closes his eyes with a soft smile. Itachi hums happily when you roll to tuck yourself into his chest, arm winding around your shoulders to hold you close.

Eventually he’ll untangle from your octopus limbs, being sure to help you get clean enough to sleep or move on with your day. He’ll grab you whatever you want, snacks, a drink, your favorite oversized sleeping shirt. It doesn’t matter what it is, Itachi loves to pamper you.

Itachi himself gets super sleepy after sex, yawning and stretching like a big cat. He naps almost every time, even if it’s only a five minute power nap.

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ᝰ B ‣ ‣ BODY PART { ༝༝ itachi’s favorite ༝༝ }

Itachi is in love with every single inch of your body, but he’s been drawn to your lips since the beginning. They’re so soft, so cute, and he gets butterflies when you smile at him.

But of course, he enjoys in them in a much filthier manner as well. He loves to kiss, the anticipation before each new press of your lips to his makes him shiver. When your lips close around his fingers and suck, tongue teasing the sensitive pads, he gets dizzy when all the blood from his head rushes to his cock.

Itachi swears he’s been set on fire each and every time you swallow his cock. Sometimes, you worry he doesn’t blink with how intensely he watches you. He never lasts long, not with the way your lips drag up and down his shaft, dick shiny when you pull back. He almost chews through his bottom lip, eyes flashing red as he spills down your throat.

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ᝰ C ‣ ‣ CUM { ༝༝ where does itachi like to cum? ༝༝ }

Just the thought of cumming down your throat drives him wild. His eyes will roll to the back of his head when your tight throat squeezes him, forcing him over the edge with your nose buried into his pelvis.

His cheeks always turn scarlet when you tell him to paint your face. You’ll free his cock with a soft pop, sticking your tongue out with heavy lidded eyes. Itachi’s breath catches in his throat, hand a blur up and down his dick, and his next moan pitches higher as he covers your tongue, your chin, and most importantly, your lips.

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ᝰ E ‣ ‣ EXPERIENCE { ༝༝ how much does itachi have? ༝༝ }

Itachi was mostly a virgin when you met.

He’d been focused on a multitude of different stressful things throughout his entire life, and sex had never managed to land anywhere on his priority list. He’d had the urge, of course, but he wore the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Consequently his desire for sex never lingered for long.

He’d….tried to have sex before. He couldn’t seem to get out of his head long enough to stay hard or to eve. enjoy it, really. When he got together with you, it was like colors had suddenly snapped into existence, the world no longer dreary and gray. You opened his eyes, helped Itachi learn and discover things about himself he’d never have known otherwise.

Now, Itachi loves having sex.

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ᝰ F ‣ ‣ FAVORITE POSITION { ༝༝ itachi’s favorite ༝༝ }

Hands down Itachi’s favorite position is missionary. Or some sort of variant of it.

Itachi likes to crowd in close until you’re breathing the same air, one hand secured at the nape of your neck, the other lacing with yours as he murmurs “keep those eyes on me sweet girl, let me see how good you feel when I make you cum.”

Other times, if Itachi is feeling insatiable, he’ll press one of your thighs close to your chest, fuck you hard and fast, and push two fingers into your mouth. He’ll press down on your tongue and beg you to suck his fingers, unable to decide if he wants to watch himself disappear into your pussy or stare at your lips.

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ᝰ H ‣ ‣ HAIR { ༝༝ does itachi shave or care? ༝༝ }

Itachi prefers to trim. He’ll shave if he’s in the mood to shape his hair into a certain pattern for you, or if it gets too out of hand, but mostly hair doesn’t bother him.

Itachi enjoys when you have some hair on your pussy instead of being bald. He likes to touch it, kiss it, play with it. He would never tell you what to do with your body, and he loves whatever you do, but even just a little hair on your pussy turns him on.

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ᝰ I ‣ ‣ INTIMACY { ༝༝ is itachi romantic? ༝༝ }

Is this even up for debate? Itachi is so romantic. He’s so lovey dovey and cute, you never have to worry about his feelings for you.

They say when someone loves you they put in the effort, and Itachi always puts in the effort. This is the man who lit candles the first time you had sex. Who made sure his sheets were clean, that they were warm, and laid out some of his clothing for you to wear afterwards if you wanted it.

He’s the man who, even after all this time, still lights candles. Who still keeps things clean and comfortable for you. Who loves on every part of your body he can get his hands on, rubbing your shoulders, your feet, your back, etc.

If you ask Itachi, often he’ll say he’s making love to you. To him, the intimate way your bodies move together and connect could not be described as something as simple as having sex.

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ᝰ J ‣ ‣ JERKING OFF { ༝༝ does itachi jerk off? ༝༝ }

Itachi jerks off once every blue moon.

There’s not much appeal in it to him. Yeah, it feels good, but he’s only stroking his cock and thinking about you, missing you more than he already does. His cock still throbs when he’s finished, the quick release never truly satisfying him. His hand pales in comparison to you.

Although, asking Itachi to jerk off in front of you? That he can get behind. He’s gorgeous, body lithe and toned, relaxing on pillows in front of you while he pumps his full, flushed dick. If you tease your fingers up his inner thighs, squeeze his balls a little, he’ll cum so hard it lands on his chin.

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ᝰ K ‣ ‣ KINKS { ༝༝ what are itachi’s? ༝༝ }

Itachi has an auralism kink.

Nothing turns Itachi on like listening to the sounds you make during sex. When your breath hitches, the little whines and whimpers of his name. He loves when you cry out, warning him that he’s about to make you cum. All of it makes Itachi’s cock ache and his balls draw up tight.

I think Itachi has to bite down on his finger when he starts to fuck you fast, the slick, sticky sound of your skin meeting over and over sending fire down his spine and hurtling him towards his release.

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ᝰ L ‣ ‣ LOCATION { ༝༝ where itachi likes to have sex ༝༝ }

Itachi, obviously, loves taking you in your bed. But he’ll have you anywhere your heart desires.

Under the hot spray of the shower, with steam curling in the air? Of course. On the couch, riding him until your thighs hurt? Hell yeah. Bent over the kitchen counter? In the backseat of his car? In the locker room at your gym? You bet your fucking ass Itachi will do it if it makes you happy.

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ᝰ O ‣ ‣ ORAL { ༝༝ itachi’s thoughts on oral sex ༝༝ }

On Itachi’s top five favorite things to do list, eating your pussy ranks high, if not number one.

He loves to drag his tongue through your soft lips, the faint saltiness hitting his taste buds and never failing to make his cock thicken, twitching where it’s trapped between his belly and the sheets. He moans when he eats you out, eyes fluttering shut, begging you to pull his hair and guide his head however you want. His cheeks burn when he sucks on your clit, the sweet whines that fall from your mouth driving him up the wall.

When Itachi gets his dick sucked he never lasts long. You were the first one to give him a blow job, and his cock is so fucking sensitive, he can’t help but cum less than a minute after you start to bob your head.

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ᝰ Q ‣ ‣ QUICKIES { ༝༝ itachi and quickies ༝༝ }

Sweet boy Itachi has a thing for quickies that are kind of quickies, but not really. For example, one night a few friends were over, you and Itachi both had a few cocktails, and the buzz of the alcohol warmed your belly. Itachi look stupid hot, all glazed eyes and sweet smiles.

You dragged Itachi to the bedroom with the worst possible excuse you could think of, but you spent more time than intended riding him. It was supposed to be a quickie so you could return to your friends without suspicion. Yeah, that didn’t work. Itachi wouldn’t let you go, pouting and begging “Give me one more, my sweet girl. Nobody will notice how long we’ve been gone.”

When you returned to the living room and one friend teased Itachi by informing him his shirt was on backwards, you almost withered away in embarrassment.

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ᝰ S ‣ ‣ STAMINA { ༝༝ itachi’s stamina ༝༝ }

Itach’s stamina fluctuates. It depends on the situation, on how riled up he is. If he notices that your head’s in the clouds, babbling his name with your eyes rolled back, Itachi can focus and drag it out. He’ll work you through as many orgasms as you want him to pull from you.

If he’s getting a blow job, or if you’ve decided to be the one in charge, Itachi’s entire body is like a live wire. His tip will drip with precum the entire time, and when you tell him to cum for you he cries out and does so on the spot.

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ᝰ T ‣ ‣ TEASE { ༝༝ does itachi tease you? ༝༝ }

Itachi does like to tease you. But it’s always warm and playful, leaving you chasing away butterflies.

He’ll gaze down at you with a smile so soft, so adoring that your heart jumps into your throat. Your face will flush and you’ll push at his shoulder, asking him if he wants to take a picture because it’ll last longer. Itachi’s low chuckle makes your stomach draw in tight, his sweet smile turning devious.

“Maybe I do want to take a picture,” Itachi would tease, brushing his lips over your cheek, dipping his head to place a kiss to your collarbone. “You’re so fucking hot, I’d love to keep naked pictures of my sweet girl on my phone. I’d get hard every time I see it, and it’d be all your fault.”

You’d know he’s serious because Itachi doesn’t curse often.

He’d go lower and lower, muttering praises into your skin, stopping to suck a hickey into your hipbone, and then he’d eat your pussy until you squirted on his tongue.

[acciotaitlynn]

₊˚⊹♡ super short xavier smut

(\_/) it’s giving somno

(\_/) 1,048 words

You woke to the morning song of the blue jay family that had made their home outside yours and Xavier’s bedroom window. Soft beams of light slipped through curtains covered in colorful stars and moons, casting rainbow hues around the room.

You stretched out long, sighing into the sensation like a contented cat. Feeling your toes brush something firm, you cracked an eye open, your gaze landing on Xavier’s sleeping form next to you. His face was relaxed and peaceful, his hair sticking up in an adorably chaotic mess. You reached out and poked a particularly unruly lock of hair, stifling a quiet giggle.

You let yourself lay there for a while, watching his face, his lips softly parted and moving ever so slightly with each breath. You brushed a thumb along his bottom lip, admiring the way the soft skin clung to your fingertip. Your finger traced a path to his chin, gently tilting his face toward you. “So stupidly beautiful,” you murmured, your eyes drifting over the contours of his face before traveling lower.

He’d kicked off most of the blankets in the night, leaving him in just a plain white t-shirt and boxers while he slept. A familiar warmth bloomed in your core as you let your gaze wander over his body.

You allowed your finger to glide lower, teasing his nipple with a soft graze of your fingernail through the thin fabric. The bud hardened at your touch, and you leaned in, unable to stop yourself from taking it into your mouth. A contented hum rose from your throat as you sucked deeply, flicking the hardened bud with the tip of your tongue.

You shifted to his other nipple, capturing it in your mouth as well. By the time you were finished, his shirt was soaked, rosy peaks visible beneath the damp white fabric.

Content with your work, your attention drifted lower, finding Xavier hard with a dark spot of precum spreading across his gray boxers. You giggled softly, “always so weak from just a little nipple play. Adorable,” you whispered, fingers molded over his length, squeezing gently as you felt him twitch. “You might be more than ready,” you murmured, “but I’m in the mood to play with you a little more.” You popped open the buttons of his boxers, cupping his cock in your hands as a loud whine slipped out of you. Your gaze darted to Xavier, but he remained fast asleep.

Kissing your way up his shaft, you stopped briefly to savor the precum seeping from the tip. You took his cock into your mouth slowly, your tongue and spit swirling over the head as you got him nice and wet for you. Flattening your tongue, you took him deeper, feeling your throat widen to accommodate his bulky size.

A happy hum escapes you as you nestle all the way into him, pulling the covers up around you. When he’s buried deep you lay still for a moment with your cheek against his stomach, appreciating the sensation of him filling you up.

You lingered there for longer than you should have, swirling your flattened tongue along his length, breathing softly around him. Your eyes were closed, a quiet hum in your throat when Xavier’s hips began to move with slow thrusts into your mouth. “Is this your way of keeping me warm?” he asked you in a drowsy murmur. You nodded, a grin tugging at your lips despite having your mouth wrapped around his cock. Xavier gave a soft, sleepy sound, fingers threading through your hair as he moved deep and slow.

You were reaching under your shorts when his voice stopped you. “Let me,” he said, gently replacing your hand with his. His long fingers traveled lazily through your folds, sending a delicious shiver coursing through your spine. His middle finger traced circles around your entrance before dipping into the slick warmth. The softness of his movements gave way to a harder, deeper rhythm. His hand fisted in your hair, angling your head as he fucked himself into your mouth.

The pace of his fingers turned forceful and persistent. A wave of pleasure surged, your plush walls tightening around his fingers. You were so close. You clenched your throat around him, needing him to cum with you, together.

Xavier let out a deep groan, his head falling deeper into the pillow, you could tell he was nearly there. “So sweet to wake me up like this,” he murmured, his was voice low and needy. “Such.A.Good.Girl,” each word punctuated by a sharp thrust of his hips. You purred happily, cupping his balls in your hand and kneading gently. His movements turned rough and frantic, teetering on the edge of pain.

Everything became overwhelming—all of it: the way his cock filled you up, the taste of him on your tongue, the soft, desperate sounds escaping his lips… He whispered out your name on a sigh and you tumbled over the edge, giving in completely. You came in waves, pussy spasming around his fingers as your throat convulsed around his cock. You felt his dick pulsate as he slowed, releasing into your mouth with three hard, sharp thrusts. You swallowed his cum up greedily, laying there patiently til he finally stilled, cock softening in your mouth.

You pulled away gently, rising to straddle his chest.

Xaviers groggy eyes held yours as you raised his hand to your lips, running your tongue over his fingers, licking them clean. “Good morning,” you said, a playful grin tugging at your lips. “Morning beautiful,” he said with a sleepy yawn. “Had enough fun for now?” You pressed your lips to his, grinning as you whispered, “Literally never.” His soft laughter filled the air as he pulled you down, nestling you against his chest. You gave him a soft shove. “Xavier, we need to get up! It’s already three o’clock in the afternoon!” A giggle escaped you as he held you tighter, “Well, I didn’t exactly get much sleep, and someone woke me up way too early.” His tone was already thick with sleep again, his breathing slowing into a steady rhythm.

You let out a soft sigh, sinking into him. You allowed your eyes to close, his heart a quiet lullaby, singing you gently back to sleep.

[billthedrake]

GRANDDADDY ISSUES

I tried not to seem too eager, waiting in the living room. The Christmas tree was still up and various cookies and candy still out. Mom always went all out for the holidays, even if it was just the two of us.

Thing was, my mother was happy I was close to her father. Always had been and even more so since her divorce. Granddad Paul didn't live super close, but he made an effort to come visit at least once a month. Catching my lacrosse games, being there for my birthday each year, and just completing out the rump family Mom and I had. As a single mother, she held it together, props to her, but Granddad made it feel like a family.

Summers I'd spend a month with the man. He was a high school history teacher and football coach, and had down time to spend with me. I was 16 before I realized his appointed, or self-appointed role, was to be the father figure in my life. Teaching me guy stuff, man stuff. Fishing, camping, home repairs. Birds and the bees. Guy talk.

Of course Mom would freak out, and more, if she new Granddad Paul and I had fooled around the summer after high school. Testing the waters, then diving in. I thought I was confused sexually, but when Granddad went down on me, and sucked a healthy load from my 18 year old jock balls, I knew I wasn't confused one bit. I learned how to return the favor.

I heard him pull up, an old but reliable pick up truck. I looked out the window to watch him get out.

Granddad was the perfect man in my book. 5'10 and barrel chested, walking slightly bow legged like an overgrown jock, he strode up to the door, hands in his jeans pocket. He had on only jeans and gray sweatshirt emblazoned with the high school he'd coached at. He'd let his normal short hair cut grow out to a medium length, almost shaggy and fully gray.

"Killer!" he beamed when I opened the door. I could see the silvery stubble on his chin and smell his aftershave as he pulled me into a tight hug. I now knew how to return the bear clasp myself, patting Granddad's meaty back and feeling his cool cheek next to mine before we pulled back, matching smiles on our faces. Yeah, Granddad missed me, too. He gave a wink and patted my upper arm.

"Merry Christmas, Dad!" I heard my mom behind me. My cue to step aside.

"Linda!" Granddad said. "Merry Christmas." He greeted my mother with a gentler hug. "You're looking great," he said.

My mom had been taking care of herself lately. She had a new boyfriend, Gary, who'd come over for Christmas dinner. I suspected they were more serious than Mom let on, but she didn't want to push things too fast with me. Not that I cared.

For his part, Granddad always had Christmas dinner with my uncle and his family, who lived closer to him. So the day after was Christmas part two for us. Presents and an afternoon light dinner before I threw a couple of bags in the cab of his truck for the hour ride.

It was great this year. Mom was in a great mood, between the boyfriend, her recent promotion at work and my return from college. I did my best to help in the kitchen so should could have time with Granddad.

I'd bought Granddad a new electric shaver Mom said he wanted. The irony was clear to me when he opened it, his scruff fully evident. He even made a joke about it. "Guess it is time to get more presentable," he said.

He got Mom a gift card for the local department store. "You know I can't pick out what you want, Linda," he apologized.

"I'll make good use of it," she assured him, getting out of her chair to give him an affectionate hug.

I was blown away when I opened the small box for my present. There were two tickets to the upcoming Panthers game.

"Jesus, Granddad," I let out, then checked myself. Mom didn't like me to swear, though I didn't do any outright cussing.

He looked like he couldn't wait to read my reaction. "They're as much for me as for you, even if the Panthers aren't doing so hot this season," he said. "I figured it would give us something to do this week."

It was a week and a half I'd spend with the man, but who was counting?

We ended up hitting the road by mid afternoon. Granddad wanted to get us back before nighttime. On the ride it was a lot of catching up. Mostly me giving a monologue about my first freshman semester, what classes I was taking, and what I'd signed up for in Spring.

I could tell something was on Granddad Paul's mind. "You, um, talk to your dad, Drew?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, sir. we talked a little yesterday," I said in a flat tone. I didn't get along with my father. He was pretty absent and I had a lot of resentment.

Granddad looked over with a deep emotion and reached over to massage the back of my neck. It was affectionate and perfect. "I know it's tough, kiddo." Pulling his eyes back to the road he kept his hand there. The touch was getting me hard.

And as I looked over, taking in his weathered face and deepening wrinkles that framed his ruddy cheeks and roman nose, I was getting turned on for real now. I was wired for men, older men. Old men, really, though I was a low-key resentful that none of the men in the "mature" porn matched Granddad's hotness. He was well-preserved and yet clearly in his 60s. That combination was electric to me.

The man seemed to read my mind. "You know, Drew, we don't have to do anything this week. Anything you don't wanna."

I nodded. But my tone was upbeat, eager. "I wanna Granddad," I assured him. "It's kind of all Ive been thinking about the last few months."

"Is that right?" he chuckled. I felt his fingers tease the hair on the nape of my neck. "I figured Killer Stenson would have some fun to keep him occupied in college." Stenson was my Dad's last name, and mine too.

I spread my legs. I was officially bricked now. If Granddad had said HE didn't want to fool around, I didn't know what I would have done. I would have respected his wishes, and yet...

"No, sir. I guess I'm not wired for college guys, really," I said. It was a big admission, and one I'd rehearsed in my head for several weeks now. Turns out, Granddad Paul made me feel comfortable. It was all coming out easily now.

"And college girls?" he prompted.

"Not wired for girls at all, actually."

He nodded, taking it in. "You told your mother?"

I shook my head. "No, sir," I replied. "I haven't told anyone. Other than you."

"Well, it's no one's damn business if you don't want it to be."

We were getting close to Granddad's place and soon he removed his hand as he turned into the gravel driveway. He was a widower and when he'd retired, he'd bought a mountain cabin. We pulled up, and I got one bag, and Granddad the other. As we entered, I was reminded of the distinctly masculine space of the place. Wood paneling and woody-smoky scent from the fireplace. Framed photos of mountains and nature, a signed football jersey framed behind glass, and not much else for decoration.

Granddad could get in no-nonsense mode and already he was leading me back to the second bedroom, which was the guest room when I visited. "Everything is here for you, Drew," he said, setting down my bag.

I gave a quick look in. Basic bed with wool blanket rather than a duvet or comforter. I wanted to respect Granddad's space, but I had to take a chance.

"I was kinda hoping I could be in the master bedroom," I said, nervously looking into the man's blue eyes.

That caught him by surprise. We'd fooled around the previous summer, a lot actually, but it had felt very exploratory, a naughty new game for both of us. Maybe this was my way of ratcheting that game up. But I'd had almost four long months to imagine this visit.

Granddad was caught by surprise. "For real, Killer?" he asked, in that "are you sure?" tone. Then giving me a wink, he added, "I snore, you know."

"I don't give a fuck, Granddad," I said, emboldened by the fact he hadn't said no.

There was a look of lust on that handsome face of his, and Granddad closed the distance between us. I felt his breath and then the scruff of his stubble before our lips touched. A gentle peck, then I opened my mouth. Granddad has a thick tongue and I could feel it snake in between my lips.

Oh fuck, we were making out, and this felt different than before. Granddad pulling my body into his and me feeling up that strong body through his sweatshirt.

"Easy, Killer," he finally mumbled into my lips. "Soft kissin can be kind of hot, too."

And then Granddad showed me a new speed, a new technique. He was right, this was incredible, and amazingly the gentler approach was fueling my boner just as much.

I did grunt, though, as I felt Granddad's paw grip my crotch.

He had a big smile as he pulled back. "Let's take this to my bed, young man."

We made our way to the master bedroom and quickly stripped down. I loved how Granddad's eyes were on me the whole time. "You packed on some more muscle at school, stud?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes, sir. Been hitting the weights hard," I added. I wasn't playing lacrosse at college, but I wanted to maintain and develop my jock body.

His eyes swept up and down my near nakedness. Appreciative, even as he got his lecturing tone. That Coach tone. "I hope you're doing it for yourself, Drew," he said. "Not for anyone else."

"I am, Granddad," I said with a slightly annoyed tone. Maybe he was right that my body issues and insecurities were driving my obsession with lifting and putting on muscle.

"Well, you're the kind of stud who makes me thankful I'm a man."

Then I watched Granddad slip off his underwear, showing off that full magnificent 65 year old body. Muscular but with some loose sag to the beef, that build was covered in a thick silvery fur trimmed evenly, at least until the darker bush, where gray pubic hairs grew longer and stray next to the brown ones. Granddad Paul's cock was just shy of 6 inches and cut and pretty thick, especially at the base. He'd confided to me that he took pills for a mild case of ED, and maybe he'd taken one that day, because his prick was sticking up hard.

"I'm thankful you're a man, too, Granddad," I joked, even as I slid off my boxers and showed my grandfather my erect dong. I wasn't as thick as him, but I had a good inch and a half in length on him.

"Goddamn," he hissed. I loved how the man let loose with the swearing when it was just us. Especially at times like this. He stepped up and reached down to gently stroke my hardon from base to tip. "OK if I suck this, Drew?"

I didn't know why he was being so coy, but then I realized he'd had four long months to imagine us having sex again. Anticipating. Not knowing where we'd pick off, or even if we would.

"Um, yeah, Granddad."

He looked up from my dick. "You know, my name is Paul."

"I know," I said. It felt weird being on a first name basis. The tone in my voice suggested I never would be.

That got a chuckle out of him. He hadn't let go of my cock, instead he slowly stroked it. Without lube it felt more of a tease motion rather than a jacking off pleasure. I loved it. "If you're game, there's some stuff I want to try this week," he said. A little nervousness was behind his mature experience.

"Yeah?" I asked excitedly. I reached forward to feel up his torso, feeling the thickness of his aged muscle.

He nodded. "You tried fucking yet, Killer?" he asked with a grin.

"No, sir," I said. "Been thinking about it, though. A lot."

That brought a smile to his face. "Your mother would kill me," he said.

"She's not gonna find out, sir," I assured him.

Granddad released my dick and then crouched down in front of me, His strong hands ran up and down my outer quads as he stared at my dick. "We're gonna have a lot of fun this week, aren't we, Killer?" he breathed.

"Yes, Granddad," I answered.

He leaned in some and skinned back my foreskin. "You know I'm not a big fan of your father, but I'll give him credit for leaving your skin intact."

I felt his tongue taste the tip then watched him open up and take me in. I still got a thrill from seeing this masculine man being so enthusiastic sucking dick. He didn't got slow either. Taking just a second to get used to me and my size, he began working me up and down with long steady mouth strokes. Twisting his head slightly and giving a gentle tug of my balls.

"Granddad!" I urged. My lock was loaded and my sexual response was far more primed than I expected. If Granddad kept it up, I wouldn't last long. I even gave a half hearted attempt to push his shoulders back, but he kept on me. I looked down on his almost entirely gray hair and his mature body. He was bobbing faster now, and sucking more fervently. "FUCK!" I gasped.

I heard the man choked down my heavy load in successive swallows. His moans around my spurting prick were deep and appreciative as he rode out my orgasm with his slowed down sucking.

"Goddamn, buddy," he finally said as he pulled back and wiped his chin. "That's one helluva load. Please tell me you have more in the tanks for later."

"Probably," I laughed, enjoying the way my dick stayed rigid after cumming so hard.

He took his time standing up. "Think I can feel you up for a bit?" he asked. Already he was climbing on to the bed and scooting over to the other side to pull out some lube.

I wasn't sure what he was wanting but I got in bed, too. He squirted a good deal of lube on his dick and started stroking before turning back to me. His free hand ran along my bare torso.

"You got a beautiful body, Killer," he said, openly massaging my chest and abs. I wasn't completely smooth but compared to him I was.

"Thank, Granddad," I said. "I love yours, too." I reached out and began to touch his furry chest.

"I'm old," he said with a laugh.

I looked into his eyes. "Don't take this the wrong way, Granddad, but I like em old."

"You into the daddies, Killer?" Granddad smiled.

"Older, even," I admitted. "A man has to be 60 before I notice him. I'm kind of messed up."

"Hardly, stud," he said. He took his hand and moved to touch and caress my chin. "I got a good bud like you."

I tried to pick up on the implications of what he was saying. Put two and two together. "A boyfriend?" I knew Granddad had gone mostly for men after Grandma died. Said he didn't think he was up for another traditional relationship and that there was too much lost time to make up.

"No," the man replied. "Just a deep friendship. He's married now, but craves a little coach time, you know?" I could tell he was hesitant to tell me about this.

"A former player?" I asked.

"That stays between you and me, Killer."

"Yes, sir." I ran my hand down, past his moving fist, to cup his balls. "I'm just glad you got someone looking after you, Granddad."

"Oh kiddo," he breathed, closing in the gap for another kiss. This was less soft than before but it was amazing. Real heavy making out as Granddad moved back to feeling my body as he jerked off. He had a slower sexual response but it didn't take him long. He pawed at my chest more aggressively as I felt the tension rise and release in his body. He grunted into my mouth and I felt his hot cum splash on my belly.

We embraced and held each other after our orgasms, making out some but also just feeling each other's bodies.

"So... the older man thing," Granddad said, breaking the silence. "How much of that is me?"

He asked the thing that had been on my mind. "Some of it. But I think if we hadn't fooled around, I would have found someone who reminded me of you."

That got a soft grunt from the man. I knew the words hit him in an emotional and sexual place. "Is that what we're doing, Killer? Just fooling around?" There was an edge to his voice, teasing yet sexual.

"Oh god, Granddad," I hissed. "I've been trying not to get ahead of myself."

He gave me a thoughtful look, his blue eyes set off by his gray hair and weathered face. "Well, we got all week to figure things out."

"Week and a half," I corrected.

Granddad smiled. "You serious about what I said earlier? About trying more?"

I felt his strong biceps, pumped beneath the looser skin. "I'm not very experienced, sir. But I wanna be. I want you to be the one to show me."

We kissed, soft again, super slow. I was hard but not eager to cum again, just enjoying the proximity to him. I could feel Granddad's cock plump out, too. It was dark out, pitch black dark, and we had only the light of the bedlamp. I had no idea what time it was, but my stomach rumbled.

That got his attention. He pulled back and looked me up and down. I had the feeling I was his Christmas present, more than the electric razor. "Let's get some food in you, buddy. And we can take our time with the rest, OK?"

I got up. Granddad handed me one of his T-shirts and a spare pair of sweats. I loved wearing his clothes, and I loved that he trusted me to start a fire in the fireplace while he made us some burgers. Granddad is particular about the fireplace being set up and lit the proper way.

Even if the meal was casual, washed down with cans of cold lager, it felt like the most special date night I could imagine.

Maybe I was a little too silent as I ate. Even when I was done, I sipped my beer and looked at Granddad Paul's handsomeness and felt like the luckiest man.

"What are you thinking, Drew?" he asked softly.

I blushed. "Just crushing out on you a little, sir. Sorry."

He shook his head. "Don't be sorry. I'm crushing out on you, too, buddy. More than a little."

I felt flush hot with desire and emotion now. I threw hard, I couldn't help. Granddad noticed and chuckled. "Just be patient with me, Killer, I'm an old man and don't have the sex drive I once did."

My turn to laugh. "You do just fine, sir." This time I took the initiative, setting down my beer and moving over to kiss him.

I lost track of time again. Both of us did. I never fished my beer. I was tired enough anyway, when Granddad wordlessly led me back to his bedroom. Our bedroom for the week. No more sex that night, just spoon naked against one another. But Grandad Paul was right: we had all the time we wanted to take together.

[rosyjn]

Dilf avatar jake sully and #97 with human reader 😉🙈

OMG LORD HAVE MERCY I GOTCHU

Dilf!jake can’t control himself when human!reader has an ice cream

SMUT WARNING ⚠️ MINORS DNI

You loved to play games with Jake Sully. Whether it’s bumping into him while your head brushes his loincloth over, or it can be as simple as giving him looks while adjusting your skirt.

Either way, it turned him on so much. The way you were half his size, and a whole different species. The way your back arched when you bent over. Sometimes, if he got lucky, your dress would come up and he could see your panties. Your eyes, the way they looked up at him. He couldn’t control himself sometimes. If it got bad enough, he’d have to leave the lab to jerk off, and then he’d come right back in when he was done, just because he wanted to be around you so bad.

And you knew, even though he thought you didn’t. You bent over on purpose for him. Whenever you knew he was coming, you wore your prettiest panties and your shortest dress. You always took off your lab coat and stared up at him to ask him about his day, leaving him to look down at your eyes and your cleavage. You never asked why he would leave for a few minutes and come back all flustered, because it was so direly obvious. And you loved it.

That’s how you’re here.

This morning, all the scientists left for an expedition. Grace, Norm, Max, Trudy, and everyone else. They were going to collect some samples, which Grace was always so crazy about. When the trip was being planned, you “took one for the team” and volunteered to stay and watch over the lab.

“If we’re not back by 11 PM, that’s when to be concerned. Just keep things under control, okay? Jake might swing by!” Norm grabbed his bag and his oxygen mask as he got ready to head out. You leaned against the wall and looked at him.

“Does Jake know you guys are going out for today?” you ask.

“Uhh, yes. Grace told him.” he replies with furrowed brows. He looks behind him as Trudy’s aircraft fires up, the whirring noise from the propellers taking over the conversation.

“Okay, bye Y/N!” Norm runs over to his ride and climbs in. You wave at the group as they take off into Pandora.

When they’re out of sight, it’s just you, alone. You decide to go and change. Your dress for today is going to be short and floral, and you were debating wearing underwear at all. You decided to have some modesty, to tease Jake a little bit. Of course, you don’t want to get too intimate too fast. You want to see him in desperation. You want to push him into telling you what he wants.

Your room was decorated and personal. Polaroids of you, bedsheets in your favorite color, and candles with your favorite scents. Sometimes, you wonder if any other people on Pandora were as ornate as you. Because all of them kept their boring gray rooms from when they first got here.

As your dress slides down your body and you look in the mirror, you hear rustling outside your window.

Probably Jake. He might be peeping on you while you’re naked, which pisses you off because you want him to earn that view. But most likely, he’s probably done it before.

When you leave your room, you go straight into the kitchen. All the human food on Pandora is ass. Frozen waffles, pizza rolls, and pasta got old super fast. However, Trudy made a ground breaking investment for the lab. An ice cream machine.

You grabbed a cone and pulled the vanilla lever, swirling it up. But, you don’t lick it yet. Instead, you walk out to the window. Jake’s there, making small talk with some guards. You smile at the glass and make gestures with your hands, inviting him in. Of course, he ends his conversation as quickly as possible and rushes into the lab with you.

As he walks in, squeezing to fit through the doorway, his eyes never leave you.

“Hi Jake! You want some ice cream?” you lick your cone and then hold it up to him. For a second, he just smiles awkwardly, and then he grabs it from your hand slowly.

“You’re acting like you’ve never had an ice cream before!” you laugh as takes it from you, the cone turning miniature in his huge hand.

You stare up at him, you watch him, as he slowly licks it, never breaking eye contact. You lift your hand back up towards him, asking for it back. He lowers it down to you and you take it from him.

“Can I ask you something, Jake…” your voice becomes seductive as you lick the same part he did, never breaking eye contact.

“Y/N, enough.” Jake sternly looks down at you.

“Why??” you stick your tongue out at him while maintaining eye contact. “You don’t like vanilla ice cream? That’s what I was gonna ask!” you laugh and walk away to a nearby lab table.

“I wanna show you something. A new sample we got,” you bend over to grab a tube while taking another lick of your ice cream. Your dress comes up and your tongue is coated in white. For Jake, that’s the last straw.

“God dammit, now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.” he couldn’t hold that in. He eagerly waits for a reaction from you.

“Really? Really Jake? You’re so dirty minded. If everyone else was here, would you still have told me that?” you tease him as you set your ice cream down.

“Slut, you knew what you were doing. You always have.” a slightly irritated tone in his voice now.

“I always knew what you were doing too,” you tell him.

He walks over to you and puts you up on the table, so your head is right in front of his cock. His huge hand covers your entire head as he grabs you by your hair and forces you to look at him again.

“You knew? That I always looked up your skirt and down your tits?”

“Mmm hmm, and that you used to take breaks to jerk off after seeing me. But I don’t know one thing, and I was just wondering it. Do you ever look at me naked, through my window?” you ask, unintimidated by his presence.

Jake’s ears fold back and he just kisses you roughly. One hand holds you in place while the other rips off your dress. You eagerly comply, lifting your arms up to help him take it off of you.

“When do they get back?” he asked, as he struggled to unclip your bra.

“Not until night time, are your fingers too big?” you ask, staring at the confused expression on his face.

“Goddamn clasp is too small,” he replies.

“I got it, don’t worry. Just stand there. I’ll strip, I’ll suck your cock.” you assure him.

A euphoric smile comes onto his face, like he’s in a dream or something. You take off your bra but not your panties. He brings his huge finger down to take them off but you slap it away.

“Not that, you don’t get that yet. You’re gonna have to wait. I think you can wait.” you take his loincloth off and admire his huge, veiny, throbbing, cock.

“I cant wait,” he roughly grabs you and pulls off your underwear. He slams you down on the lab table and lifts your hips up towards him. You scream at the roughness. But he ignores you, and gets down on his knees to look at your cunt. You whine.

“I never could get a good look at this, my god,” he blows on your swollen clit and you yelp at the sensation.

“Not so tough anymore, hmm?” his huge hands feel up on your body and one of them tugs on your hair to pull you back upright as he stands back up. Now, you’re face to face with his cock again.

“Suck it.” his hand never leaves your head. You take his girth in your hands and spit on it. You use your hands and pump his cock while staring up, waiting for feedback.

“I didn’t say touch it, I said suck. Use your mouth,” he demands.

“But it’s so big,” you whine, your slick dripping onto the table under you.

“Imagine how big it’ll be when I put it inside your tight little pussy. Breath through your nose and suck on it,” he doesn’t stutter. You get right to work.

You choke on it and gag on it, over and over. Soon enough, you get the hang of it. You take it back into your throat and keep it there for a second, then bring it back up. You use your hands to pump the length you couldn’t reach, and Jake allows that. He groans as you slowly increase your speed sucking him.

Then, you take it out of your mouth.

“Jake, fuck my throat,” you tell him.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, kid” he slaps his dick against your cheek. You smile.

“I do,” you pin your hands behind your back and open your mouth for him.

“Okay, just tap my belly 3 times when you want me to stop,” he tells you. You open your mouth wider.

Jake doesn’t start slow. You can feel his cock in the way back of your throat as he thrusts. You almost feel as if it’ll end up in your stomach. You scream as it goes in and out, you can feel the soreness and the bruising.

You look at his belly. As your eyes tear up, he fucks his precum into you, and you can feel it going down and into your tummy. You make more noises muffled by his cock, and the vibration on his member was too much for him to handle. His load spills into your throat and goes straight down into your stomach. He takes his cock out of your mouth and slaps your face with it.

“Ah! Goddamn!” he looks at you, your mouth covered in cum and spit, while tears run down your cheeks. You look back up at him.

“Jake, I can’t take it,” you tell him.

“What?”

You lean back onto the table, trying to catch your breath, as you wiped your face. “I- I-“ Jake had fucked your mouth so hard, you forgot how to talk for a second. You cough a little bit, and his eyes never leave you. You sit back up and lean into his thigh resting your head by his member, and wrapping your arms around him.

“Why didn’t you tap my stomach?” he asks, stroking your hair.

“I wanted you to finish,” you said as you closed your eyes and nuzzled your head into his thigh and groin.

“Listen, you don’t know how many times I’ve finished to you, all by myself.” he reminds you. You chuckle, and tried to push yourself deeper into the plush of his thigh, as deep as you were already.

“So, have you seen me naked before or not?” you ask, smiling up at him.

“All the time-“ before he could continue, you giggle and smack his thigh.

“Perv!!” you laugh.

“He got down on his knees to get on your level. He kissed you. “Nothing compares to fucking you though.” he stares right into your eyes.

“I didn’t get my satisfaction yet..” you look down as you play with you fingers in your lap.

“I know, I had an idea for that,” he smiles at you.

“What?” you ask eagerly.

“See that melted ice cream right there?” he points at the deformed ice cream cone sitting a few feet away from you. “Lean over, lick it up, and finish it while I finger you.”

[scaredcrab]

Coffee Shop II (drabble)

Character: ☾ Macaque x Reader ☽

✐ Summary: You work at this café. Suddenly, there's a monkey there!

✐ Category: Cute. Romantic. Funny.

Since you guys loved the Wukong one, I thought the other monkey man also deserved his own coffee shop text. ★ ☆

Link to Wukong version: Here.

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☆ That's how it all started: Sun no longer visible, everything covered with shadows, courtesy of the dark gray clouds that embraced the horizon with their humidity, a sky ready to cry.

☆ A ring it's heard coming from the front door, revealing him in a wet cloak. Macaque walks in his human form towards you, leaving a dripping trail as he approaches.

☆ "May I have a warm drink, please?"

You looked at him and waited,

And waited,

Waited until the warrior himself got annoyed and gave you an irritated look.

"Did you have an issue with me, you-…?" - You raise one finger to his mouth to shut him.

"Which warm drink? You need to be more specific than that."

☆ He slaps the finger from his mouth, and gritted his teeth, all of this while slamming one of his hands in the counter you were standing.

☆ A sigh followed by a roll of your eyes was all you had to him. Soon you turned your back to the simian, leaving the cashier area.

☆ "Wha... What about my drink?"

"Ask for something specific and I will get it. If you're here just for shelter from the rain, you can just stay, but I'm not going to guess your order."

☆ Oh, of course, he would be specific. He would be the most specific as possible, a special treatment just for you. As you got back, he had a giant grin in his face...

...

☆ Different from what he expected, you continued unbothered while writing a super complicated order.

"A large cup with half soy milk and half goat milk, a bit of decaf coffee, 6 pumps of vanilla, 6 pumps of classic syrup, and 69 pumps of sugar free caramel syrup. All with hot milk, warm decaf coffee, cinnamon sprinkled on top, whipped cream and purple sprinkles. May I offer something to eat alongside the drink?"

How did you even understand all of this when he said as fast as he could?

☆ The warrior felt challenged. It was the dumbest task he could ever accept, but he wanted said mission.

☆ Showing up at your workplace to try to annoy you with the craziest requests became routine for the monkey.

☆ You never seemed to mind (actually enjoying the daily share of laughs when the order ended up being a shit for all the originality of different ingredients combined), and had an amazing ability to always understand these orders.

☆ Even with you always getting the orders right, your never got his name right. It would always be spelled wrong in the cups, creating a new funny nickname with each visit.

"Here is your drink and your mango mousse, mister Mah-cake."

☆ He never got to earn a good reaction, no matter how insane his requests would be. It was always you laughing at him drinking a new special combination, never him getting the fun.

This until he learned a trick.

☆ "Here's your order." - It was quickly placed on the table, practically slapped there, you turned away, without caring who you were serving.

Instead of getting mad at this, Macaque just lazily teased you, "Are you nervous, sweetie?~ Want me to hold your hands in mine?"

☆ While you shifted in place to go away, he didn't catch the vision of your face fast enough, but he could hear what he has done to you.

A little squeak of surprise, so subtle that no mortal hearing would catch it, and the heartbeat accelerating. That changed the whole dynamic.

☆ From that day on he started to dedicate himself to saying things that made you blush instead of trying to exaggerate the requests.

☆ Shameless flirting, compliments on appearance, the occasional gentle touch on your hand as you slid the order across the table for him. Each gesture accompanied by the most velvety voice he could muster.

☆ "Uh... Could you repeat the order, please?" - A blush so strong filled your head to the point that even your ears turned red.

"Pardon me, what did you just say now?"

☆ Of course, the Six Eared Macaque heard what you said, but he wanted to hear again. You finally didn't understand an order, and it wasn't because of how hard it was to get it, it was for the fact that he managed to make you unable to concentrate.

☆ His eyes got wrapped in the satisfying view of you shaking lightly, with eyes that darted from the ground to his lips while weakly mumbling "I got distracted".

☆ As the days passed he felt more pleasure in seeing you like this, and with all that passing of time he felt more and more the desire to always see you. It was fact that he caught some feelings.

☆ Despite your insecurities, you started to flirt back, in your own way. His favorite table was always reserved for him, sometimes his order would come with extra desserts, and occasionally a napkin would appear in his stuff with a written question asking his favorites musics, the answer would define the soundtrack for the café on that day.

☆ "Look, I'm really liking all those special favors, but when are you going to make a move on me?"

The face hid behind a tray, pretending not to hear as you left, "H-Have a nice day!"

☆ One day a customer started bothering you. Your service wasn't fast enough in his opinion, and because of that he made sure to mistreat you in public.

☆ To avoid things from getting out of hand, you listened to all with your head down in hope that he would go away after saying everything he wanted to.

But he only left after throwing a cup in your direction, luckily he didn't hurt you much.

☆ Macaque couldn't control himself. Once the man got out of the place, the monkey dragged him to an alley and beat the shit out of him.

"Never bother them again, did you hear me?"

☆ He just didn't count on the fact that the back doors of the cafeteria led to that alley, that you would open the door to throw out the garbage and end up watching the whole fight without him noticing.

☆ "Well, I guess you saw all of that, huh? Are you scared of me now? Are you afraid of demons?" - Macaque pulled his theatrics to make his lil dramatic phrase.

"... Thank you for defending me, Macaque." - You quickly leave a peck at his cheek and run back to the café.

He is left with the sweet sensation of victory.

☆ Macaque's regular visits continue, and after gathering your courage, you finally call the demon to go out and soon after you two starts dating.

[cutecatlov3r]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨?

various x reader ! [natsu, gray, gajeel, jellal, and zeref]

synopsis: my head cannons and my opinion on which songs they'd fuck you to .

warnings/tw: all characters are 21+, praise, degradation, and my personal head cannons on what they are like during sex .

a/n: don't copy my work ! like, re-blog, and comment ily ! not proofread .

jjk ver. aot ver. hq ver. bllk ver. bnha ver.

Natsu Dragneel

Sure Thing [Miguel]

✰ Of course Natsu sees you as a friend and a lover, this song explains how he feels about you. That's why it's his favorite.

✰ He can be a dom or a sub, it's whatever you want from him, he loves you so he will do anything for you.

✰ This song makes him want to fuck you deep, slow, and steady. He just wants you to know that he loves you.

✰ He is a bit dumb so he doesn't always have the right words during sex.

✰ "Holy shit, the way you take my dick is so good! Keep it up babe,"

✰ He is a moaning mess, he can't control himself !

✰ Usually he tries not to cum inside of you, he doesn't want to make a mess or have a mini him running around the house.

✰ But ! Sometimes he has breeding urges so he tries to cum deep in your womb here and there.

✰ He couldn't ask for anyone better than you, you're his person. He dedicated this song to you for a reason.

✰ He doesn't really understand aftercare so all he does is hold you tightly so you can't get up after sex.

"We could do it, baby, simple and plain. 'Cause this love is a sure thing"

-

Gray Fullbuster

Na Na [Trey Songz]

✰ I can see him being a sweet dom. Like mean in actions but sweet when it comes to talking with you.

✰ It's cannon that he smokes so he probably would light up a cigarette as he plunges himself deep inside you.

✰ He'd offer you a cigarette to but you're too fucked out of your mind to reply to him.

✰ He smirks when seeing you in such a pathetic position.

✰ He'd be the one who would go as deep and as fast as he can, not wanting to slow down.

✰ Butt naked. You and him don't wear any clothes when it comes to sex.

✰ I can't see him as the type to cum inside you, I feel like he'd like to cum on your tummy or on your face.

✰ HIS DEEP VOICE .

✰ "Hey, all clothes off sweetheart, including your bra,"

✰ After cumming on you he will clean you up and just hold you close while being naked.

"You feeling lucky tonight, When we leave this party, you gon' love me tonight"

-

Gajeel Redfox

Locked Out of Heaven [Bruno Mars]

✰ GUYS ! HEAR ME OUT ! This is something he'd listen to! He loves music that has somewhat of a funky beat.

✰ Of course he fucks you to this song. Your sex does take him to paradise.

✰ Degrades you if you act like a brat and doesn't often praise you.

✰ "Shut your damn mouth you brat !"

✰ He manhandles you . Super rough, pushes your head into the pillows etc.

✰ This song during sex isn't very likable to you but if it makes Gajeel happy, you don't mind listening to it.

✰ Cums inside you at all costs.

✰ He sings . He sings this song after you two are done . He can't help it .

"'Cause your sex takes me to paradise"

-

Jellal Fernandez

Die For You [Joji]

✰ Switch. With this song he is kind of submissive.

✰ He loves you so deeply and passionate. This song expresses that he would die for you, even if you left him.

✰ I can see his deep voice moaning and groaning.

✰ "So... Warm~ Keep bouncing on my cock... So good~"

✰ Praises you but when he's dominate he would degrade you.

✰ He lets you ride him to this song, going at whatever pace you want.

✰ "W-woah, slow down baby,"

✰ If you don't cum he will use his tongue to make you.

✰ Boob guy>

✰ He sucks on your boobs, leaving hickeys on your soft plump breasts.

"And it's true that I need you here closer"

-

Zeref Dragneel

Apocalypse [Cigarettes After Sex]

✰ His love for you is out of this world . He is the definition of 'would die for you'.

✰ He has never cared for anyone so much.

✰ He is the type to cry after sex because of how much he loves you. The intimacy just makes him so happy to be with you.

✰ Super slow and gentle with you, rubbing on your favorite parts to help you cum.

✰ "Are you gonna cum for me?"

✰ He likes sucking on your skin, he doesn't care where it's at.

✰ He is a vanilla guy.

✰ Moans for you, loud and clearly.

✰ He is so sweet, making sure you're okay. He often gets worried if he hurts you on accident, he would never dream of hurting you.

✰ You're his everything, he couldn't live without you.

✰ After sex he will help you get in the shower, rubbing your back until you fall asleep.

"Your lips, my lips. Apocalypse"

-

[huffelpuff210]

Taken Care of Part 2 Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Soft Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Mentions of depression, Loss of a child, Dark themes, Forced marriage, forced relationship, forced pregnancy, baby trapping, age gap, Non, Con, Manipulation, Grooming, 

After much yelling and crying at the two super soliders to leave, you are now sandwiched between them in bed, this was not uncommon especially when you had to go with them on a mission to decrypt something when Tony wasn’t available, Natasha always called them your guard dogs, 

They were both fast asleep, You were wide awake, not able to sleep, 

You can’t remember the last time you slept. Your back was pressed against Steve’s chest while Bucky’s arm is over your hip, 

You sighed slowly peeling Bucky’s arm off you, You crawl out of bed quietly, tip toeing out of the room, You just didn’t have the heart to wake the two. 

You make your way to the kitchen, passing the nursery, slowly opening the door, the room was decorated with blue walls, a white crib, a mobile with wales on it, a blue nursing chair, a gray dresser and changing table, 

You place your hand over your mouth, tears welling up your eyes closing the door before you had another shut down, you walk towards the bathroom popping a few pills, they were depression pills it was bad enough to lose your child but having post part-om depression is the worst of it, because you don’t even get to hold your child, You grip the edge of the sink feeling like you couldn’t breath, You were having a panic attack

You couldn’t breath you felt like someone was cutting off your oxygen, You slide down the wall trying to catch your breath, you felt like someone was choking you, this was always happening, 

suddenly you felt and arm around you, 

“Shh, Kitten breathe..” He says

You hear Bucky’s voice 

“Deep breaths, in and out.” He says his hand rubbing your arm, 

“You don’t have to be here.” you say, 

“of course we do.” Steve walks in, 

They pull you to your feet, 

“You are suffering and we are not just going to stand by.” Steve says 

He rubs his hands up and down your arms.

Bucky was now behind you his lips on your neck, 

You try to push them away, but they are strong, and won’t budge, 

“W-What are you-” You say your hands against Steve’s chest. 

“We’re gonna make you happy.” Bucky says 

“W-Wait we’re friends.” You say in a panic

“Yes we are, and we’re done waiting for you to realize you are perfect for us.” Steve says 

You cannot believe what they were saying, 

“You have been broken enough by losers, Let us show you what a real man is, not one who abandons you when you get knocked up, Not one who makes you lose a child because of stress, no, no, A man supports his girl.” Bucky says as his lips trail down your neck from behind, his hands firmly on your hips, Steve on the other hand has his hand roaming up the inside of your tank top, 

“A man loves her no matter what.” Steve says kissing the other side of your neck, You try not to give into them, but it almost felt as if your senses were coming to life. 

“W-Wait..” You try to speak but a moan escapes your lips as Steve’s hand twists your breast, 

Steve’s lips capture yours in a possessive kiss, it felt as if he was sucking the air out of your lungs, Your hands still on Steve’s chest suddenly fist his shirt as he kisses you harder while Bucky is still attacking your neck, 

Bucky’s hand slips inside your pajama pants and past your panties, slipping past your wet folds, 

“God she’s wet Steve.” Bucky whispers nipping at your earlobe 

Steve finally releasing you from the possessive kiss, smiles down at you, 

“You will never have to worry about pain again, or loss we will take care you doll.” Steve says as he has your chin in his grip, 

“But-” You began, 

“It wasn’t a request kitten, you are ours now, no exceptions, we have waited for far too long.” Bucky says as his fingers pump in and out of you causing you to lose whatever argument you had as your head is thrown back into Bucky’s shoulder, the pleasure coursing through you,

And you feel the wave of pleasure come crashing down on you as you Cum hard, Bucky pulls his fingers out of you bringing them to his lips, 

“Mmm, you taste better than I imagined kitten.” He says 

“I can’t wait any longer,” Steve says scooping you up in his arms taking you back to your bedroom, laying you on your bed, hovering over you, 

“Take your shirt off now.” He says in a commanding voice you look over at Bucky  who just smiles and nods at you telling you to do as you are told, 

You shakily take your tank top off revealing your black laced bra

Steve’s hand slowly roaming from your stomach to your breasts, 

“Mmm, just as beautiful as I imagined.” He says in a low voice, 

“Are you ready to please your husbands?” He asks, 

“But your not my-” You began, 

He cuts you off by placing his index finger on your lips, 

“Not yet but soon enough.” He says kissing your belly, and making his way up, 

“We’ll take care of you.” He says 

He quickly unclasps your bra throwing it on the floor, 

You try to push him away, 

“S-Stop.” You say 

Steve quickly pins your hands by each side of your head, 

“We are not going to stop, you are ours now kitten.” Bucky says you feel him pull your Pajama pants off along with your panties, The bikini cut from your C-Section now a scar, knowing they see it, 

You turn your head trying to hold your tears, 

“Don’t worry doll, you are beautiful.” Steve kisses the side of your neck before, wrapping his mouth around your breast you bite your lip trying not to egg them on, 

And suddenly you can feel Bucky between your legs, His talented tongue enter your folds, you arch your back, squeezing Steve’s laced fingers, 

“That loser never made you feel this good did he?” Steve asked his blue eyes shimmering in the moonlight, 

You didn’t understand what was happening, they never behaved like this before, Suddenly you felt two fingers enter you and you arched your back letting out a gasp, 

“That’s it kitten give in.” Bucky says 

“N-No, Stop,” You gasp

“Really? Because you body says differently.” Steve says with a chuckle, 

Suddenly you feel the pressure it was all becoming too much, between, Bucky’s tongue and fingers, and Steve’s mouth on your breast, you felt yourself losing control, you could feel yourself clamp around Bucky’s fingers, 

“That’s it Kitten, cum for us.” Bucky says and suddenly you feel yourself cum hard, you let out a loud moan, 

“Mmm, I enjoyed that kitten,” Bucky says 

smirking from between your legs, Steve still had your hands pinned beside your head you see Bucky get up and quickly undress, it wasn’t a secret that both soliders had magnificent bodies, 

Steve lets go of your hands, to undress you try to get up to make a run for it But Bucky was already restraining you, 

“No running kitten we are just getting started.” Bucky says as he has you pinned, 

“You ready?” He says 

You shake your head no you didn’t want this, Bucky grabs both of your thighs lining himself up and slowly pushing himself in, You gasp at the intrusion, He was bigger than anything you’ve had before, thicker, he kept inching himself in, until he bottomed out, You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until Steve was kneeling beside you, 

“Breathe doll.” Steve says petting your head, 

You do as he says, 

“How does she feel?” Steve asks, 

“God, Fucking amazing, she so damn tight.” Bucky grunts, 

Bucky pulls almost out completely and slams back into you causing you to let out a loud moan, arching your back at how rough he was being, 

His hands squeezing your thighs knowing you were going to have bruises, Bucky continued his rough and fast pace, grunting and groaning as he continued to slam into you, You could see Steve, Pumping himself with his hand watching the scene, You couldn’t believe this was happening they were your best friends, and now they were doing this to you, 

“God, I can’t wait to see you full with our children.” Bucky grunted, 

This caused you to freeze, Shaking your head no, 

“No, Please.” You say trying to get him off of you, but he pinned you to the bed by your throat, 

“Yes, you are perfect for us.” Steve grunts still pumping himself, 

“We will take care of you and the children,” Bucky says grunting, 

You can feel the pressure building, squeezing him tightly, 

“That’s it kitten Cum for me.” He says continuing his hard and fast brutal pace, And you feel yourself Cum hard again, arching your back as you let out a loud, Moan, 

A few hard and fast thrusts and You feel Bucky Cum inside of you, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes, He pulls out of you and you are about to get up when You are flipped on your Stomach, And Steve has you by the hips, 

“My turn.” He says his voice almost feral

[hearted-anon]

Tickletober Day 24: Strong

Words: 1,159 Note: lee chan to heal my soul Requested by: @itzsana-kiddingmenow T/w: Angst, Rough tickles, slight suggestive if you squint Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya-apollos-kid @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one Lee: Channie Ler: Hyunjin

"Hyung! Hyung!" Hyunjin yelled to seemingly no one down the hallways, which were completely empty. Both Chan and Hyunjin were supposed to be on set right this instant to film their Music Video, "Red Lights", but just after a few scenes and a break later, the elder was a complete no show. Being sent down to find their dear leader, Hyunjin swallowed with each step he took, his anxiety spiking with each corner and room having no Aussie in sight, only the bright red lights that flashed and taunted him of having such bad luck. Just as he was about to ask the other members for help, he heard a soft weep on the other side of one of the prop rooms, immediately rushing towards it like a metal detector to iron.

Pressing his ear against the door firmly, he heard the quiet sounds of choked sobs coming from the other side of the door, and it instantly crashed onto Hyunjin of who it was; none other than their beloved leader, Chan. Not wanting to potentially startle the wolf and scare him away, he knocked on the door gently a few times, seeing if a response would follow his ask. To his relief, the door did open as fast as he knocked, but something felt off about it when he looked into Chan's eyes. They were almost hollow, devoid of life, or maybe the red lights were beginning to make him hallucinate it. But something in him needed to hold the elder close, almost like two magnets attracting each other, his arms wrapped around Chan's waist silently, not even a word between them spoken.

"Hyune…do my abs show up enough in the set? D-Do I look 'sexy' enough for this MV?" Chan whimpered, and it was when it dawned onto Hyunjin about what exactly the poor leader was upset about. Recently, in light of wanting to fit the more seductive theme of the Music Video, the Aussie might have spent much too much time on watching videos of his own physique, the dancer hearing his quiet winces under his breath when he wore the revealing costume as his eyes were glued to his own body. However, the moment his eyes met the younger's, it switched back to that bright, gleeful expression, as if he was trying to stay strong.

"Of course you are Hyung, you're very strong. But you don't always have to be…" Hyunjin reassured, and that's when he felt tears drip and seep into his shirt, but he couldn't care less that his white outfit was gradually gaining a gray patch from the tears that soaked and stained it. Chan gripped the dancer tighter, almost as if he was afraid that if he let go of the younger, he'd disappear, breathless sobs and squeaks for breath emitting from the room for a short while. Hyunjin's eyes darted around the room, gnawing on his lower lip as he tried to find a way to cheer the leader up and fast, knowing that the staff wouldn't appreciate the delay as much as he was worried for the leader.

"Cheer up Hyung, you're still very strong, 'kay?" The younger comforted, before fingers began to skitter up and down his ribs, earning a sharp squeal and giggles to tumble from the leader's mouth. Every time Chan even attempted to apologise for breaking down as such, instead would come a squeak of surprise when his sides were pinched, stammering over his words and failing to do so as a result. Seeing how the elder was crumbling under his tactics made Hyunjin smile of solace, wanting to show the leader it really was fine to have flaws here and there.

"Ehehe! Noho! Hyuhuhunjin!" Chan pleaded, squeaks coming into his laughter every few seconds. However, his body said otherwise, going so far as to lean into the touch, so much for saying he was super 'strong', not that he minded too much of course. Seeing how genuine that smile was, not the usual fake one the younger was so used to saying made his heart feel lighter, but a mischievous urge began to surge through him. And who was he not to cave into his own desires?

"C'mon now, tell me just how strong you are, you're very strong, aren't you Hyung?" Hyunjin whispered teasingly into Chan's ear, and the moment he heard a word of humility and denial in his tone, his hands got to work in squeezing the leader's sides rapidly, pulling a sharp squeal before squeaky and boisterous cackles came from poor Chris. He tried his best to struggle out of his little punishment to no avail, kicking his legs or flailing fruitlessly like a caught puppy, and yet he was somehow still in denial of his own adorableness sometimes.

"AHAHAHA! NOHOHO! HYUHUHUNE!" Chan begged the best he could, but even as the veins in his arms threatened to pop pushing at Hyunjin's hands they wouldn't let go, like they were glued onto his sides. To make matters worse, he snorted when the dancer's breath ghosted his ear, whispering tiny compliments and teases into it that made him feel like he was going to absolutely lose his mind right then and there. Throwing his head back with cackles spilling from his mouth, it was to his dismay when Hyunjin even followed him to the ground when he sank, straddling his hips and continuing the torture on his sides.

"PLEHEHEHEASE I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IT- WAHAHA!" An ear shattering scream came from below the taller when his lips attached to the Aussie's stomach, blissfully exposed from his damned outfit, blowing as hard as he could. His back arched, he shook his head in desperation, all to no avail that would even convince Hyunjin to let up on his sensitive body. New tears began to bloom into his eyes, now from mirth while his hands failed to push the mushroom of black hair away from his stomach, digging his heels into the floor. Deciding that the leader was probably going to die if he didn't let up, the taller gave him a break, a threatening finger pressed into his navel that was unmoving making Chan scream.

"Going to tell me what I want now?" Hyunjin raised a suspicious eyebrow, gently wiggling his finger in the elder's navel.

"I-I'm strong! Vehehery strong! Plehehehase!" Only then did the dancer let up, giggling himself at how the producer began to curl up and deflate like a balloon, pinching one of his cheeks and earning a quiet paw at his hand with a pout. With a smile of endearment and a little struggle, he lifted Chan up, dragging him all the way back to the set while the elder let himself be carried like a baby, sticking his tongue out at any staff passing by.

Still, neither of them shared who wrote red lights, although suspicions were raised at the sight of Chris's suspiciously red ears on set.

[ilovetheriddler]

lars pinfield fluff alphabet please?

And here's the other fluff one you requested! I hope that you enjoy it as well!

Lars Pinfield Fluff Alphabet.

A: Attention (How much attention do they regularly give you?)

When he's not working, he'll make sure that you're practically drowning in his attention!

B: Bedtime (How do they prepare for bed with you each night?)

Normally, he'll take his nightly shower while you brush your teeth, then of course you'll snuggle up together in bed until you both fall asleep!

C: Cuddles (How much do they enjoy Cuddles/How good are they at giving them?)

Lars loves cuddling you! It's such a simple way of showing his affection that he'll usually just have you sit on his lap so he can cuddle you while you read a book or watch something. He considers himself to be quite the top teir cuddler, not to brag or anything! When in actuality he sometimes doesn't realize that he occasionally squeezes a bit too tight!

D: Date Night (Where would they take you on a date?)

He has it all planned out! There's a cool planetarium show that recently opened up, and he's been itching to take you there with him! He'll glady tell you anything about the planets or stars while you're there.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into what they do for you?)

A lot, Lars puts in a lot of effort into making sure your plans always go right... even if sometimes it doesn't really work as well as he'd hope.

F: Fun (What fun activities do they like to do with you?)

Lars loves to watch ghost hunting shows with you, mainly so he can critize their techniques and methods as an actual Ghostbuster himself. But you always have a great time listening to him go on.

G: Gestures (What sweet gestures do they like to do for you?)

Lars likes reorganizing things to make them easier for you to find later on! You always find it incredibly sweet and make sure to thank him.

H: Hugs (How good are their hugs?)

Lars gives excellent hugs, similar to his cuddles he'll sometimes squeeze a bit too tight. He's also really warm, so it's super comfortable to hug him.

I: Infatuation (When did they first realize that they loved you?)

It was like love at first sight for Lars. He fell hard and fast! And would look for any excuse to spend time with you.

J: Jokes (How funny are their jokes?)

He's has a certain deadpan delivery to his jokes that never fails to make you laugh.

K: Kisses (How often do they kiss you?)

Lars will take any chance he gets to at least get a little peck from you. Sometimes, he'll hold onto your head so the kiss will linger just a bit.

L: Love Letters (How would they write you a love letter?)

Lars puts a decent amount of time into it. It's written on a lovely light shade of gray paper, with some little hearts drawn on. He tries his best to make it as poetic as possible.

M: Movies (Their favorite type of movies to watch with you)

He enjoys three main genres. Documentaries, Historical Romance, and Paranomal movies. He's always more than happy to watch any of those with you.

N: Naps (Do they ever really take naps?)

Sometimes, if he gets home early, then he might rest his eyes for a few minutes, but that's pretty much it.

O: Observations (How perceptive are they when it comes to you?)

Lars prides himself on how good he is at listening to you and picking up on what you like overall. He can also tell when something is bothering you.

P: Presents (What type of gift would they give you?)

He took some sewing lessons so he could make you a little plushie of him to keep you company when he's not around. You very much loved it.

Q: Quirks (Something specific that they do)

He likes building 3D puzzles because he finds them interesting to do and look at.

R: Resentfulness (How likely are they to hold a grudge against someone?)

If it's something small that someone did? Then he'll get over it in a day. If it was a bit worse? Then he might be upset awhile longer...

S: Stress (How do they handle stress?)

Lars does not enjoy being overly stressed, whether it's at work or something personal. He usually handles it fine. He might listen to an audio book to calm down while he works.

T: Trust (How much do they trust people?)

Lars isn't too overly trusting of most people at first, not until he knows them fairly well. Of course, he trusts you a lot in comparison.

U: Unexpected Kisses (How do they react to sudden kisses?)

Lars will be a bit flustered at first, but then he'll get this somewhat embarrassed smile on his face and inquire what your reason for the unprompted kiss was.

V: Valentines Day (What do they do for Valentines Day?)

Lars attempted to bake you some cupcakes! Now they might be a bit burnt because he left them in there for too long, but it's the thought that counts.

W: Wishes (What do they hope for from their relationship?)

He's fairly satisfied with where his relationship with you is currently at, However, he would like to marry you someday, maybe get a dog as well?

X: X Ray (What goes on in their mind regularly?)

"Where did I put that screwdriver?

"Did I remember to put my clothes in the hamper this morning?

"I wonder if they're thinking about me right now?"

Y: Yearning (How much do they miss you while away from you?)

Lars worries a lot about you. He can't help it he's just by default a worrier. He'll text you several times throughout the day while he's at work because he just needs to be positive that you're doing okay.

Z: Zzz.... (What do they dream about?)

He has a recurring dream where he's frozen in a block of ice. He's pretty sure it's a result of.... recent events...

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin]

Mariah info dump!!! :]

Under cut of course

TW Self Harm is mentioned in this post

Back story

She is an orphan, her original home was very very toxic to her. Her mom hated her, her dad was basically non existent, and her brother was too scared of their mom to do anything.... After around 5 years of this happening an accident happened which caused the house to burn down, she was left behind by her family in the burning house. She ended up running away from the burning house, after around a month or two she stumbles upon Peppino's place, at this point she was very malnourished and weak. Pepino took her inside of his place, fed her, and eventually ended up adopting her! Now in present times she is 13 and still living with Peppino, Gustavo, and Brick! :3

Design traits

This is her design :3

She's almost always seen with skates, it's either that or she has wheelies on :)

She has an Pineapple and Stich clips to keep her hair out of her face

All of the patches and diff colored sleeve were added on by her self

She has gray streaks due to heavy stress she still had as a kid

The red ribbon was added on for fun :] altho it does kinda remind you of a certain desert named noisy doesn't it?

She is around 6 feet tall! Zamn I wish I was 6 feet tall :[

The reason her ears are pointy and why she is so tall is because she is an elf! She doesn't know this tho and the only one who suspects anything is Gustavo

Personality traits

She is super optimistic! Always looking on the bright side of things

She is a HUGE people pleaser, always putting others before herself. And yes it is quite destructive on her side of it all

She is a HUGE HUGE nerd

She's the weird kid! And she personally doesn't mind being called weird and strange

She can be quite energetic at times, altho she often keeps herself under control when in public

Extra details warning this is where the self harm is mention is.....

She is extremely destructive to her self, physically and mentally. She does self harm, and fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you think about it, she does a pretty good job at hiding it. Literally NOBODY knows about it... Altho Gustavo does suspect that something is up about her

She calls Peppino Dad and Gustavo Papa!

She also called Pepino an Gustavo her Ohana! And yes it is the quote from the Lilio and Stick movie :3

She is a HUGE Disney fanatic, her fav movie/series is Lilio and Stitch. She actually grew up with the movie and series as a kido :]

She is a HUGE rival with LemonCake, they will often get in fist fights and arguments all the time.... Man talk about a generational curse....

She works as Peppino's delivery girl! Always getting the pizzas to there designated places in record speed ;]

She is EXTREMELY fast, I'm talking possibly faster then Pepino kinda fast

She's not too strong when it comes to her upper body strength but she IS super strong when it comes too her kicks! And yes she will kick people when startled lafmo

Due to her being an elf she can understand and talk to animals! And yes she will have long ass convos with Brick lamfo

She HATES literally all of the Noiseys, well except for Noah and Zackarie, she actually kinda likes them :}

She knows how to cook and stick/knit

She really likes Sophia! I like to imagine that they both like to draw together or to play video games together :] But on the other side she hates Maurice. Mainly because of how mean he is to Peppino....

She is a Demi Girl meaning she has She/Them pronouns, she is also Omnisexual!

Oh and I made a playlist for her :3

@mrfellsans @cutechan555 @luigigirl12 I hope y'all like her :]

Oh and creds to CuteChan for her name!!!

Oh and btw

ITS MARIAH NOT MARIA

[n3ver--more]

By popular request (one person), here is the crash course on some of my main oc lore! (Yes it is cringe, no I will not take criticism, please be kind)

So first, the cults. There are two overall, but one has two very different factions.

The Cult of the Dual Lords:

A cult that worships two distinct gods who together represent the whole of the universe and how everything works together in harmony. These two gods are gay married because of course they are. Both temples practice ritual sacrifice, and yes of course there is some cannibalism involved (consensually).

1. The Temple of Oscuro - Oscuro is the God of night, darkness, death, knowledge, etc. His followers are focused on improving life for the future, innovating, and preserving history. They have an extensive library and archive of as much history as they can gather, and it is their most guarded possession. Ayesha Khouri is the current High Prophet, so he spends most of his time pretending he knows what he's doing and trying his hardest to keep his people alive and doing well. Aaliyah Rahal is a priestess of Oscuro who spends most of her time studying and teaching classes on incredibly niche topics. Whatever interests her at the time. All members of this temple have sworn an oath of pacifism to their God with the only exception being defense of another person.

2. The Temple of Allumer - Allumer is the God of day, light, life, wealth, war, and hedonism. The "fun stuff." His followers spend their time living in the present, enjoying themselves to the fullest and amassing as much wealth as they can, because in the Temple, wealth directly translates to status. Their belief system could be summarized as "live fast, die young." Hassan Bila-Asm is their High Priest, and he does a pretty shit job at that. He's basically a culty Dorian Gray, chasing youth and beauty as well as clinging fiercely to the wealth that grants him his status. Malika Faheem is a priestess of Allumer, and she often ends up doing Hassan's job for him.

The Children of the Earth Mother

Another, very separate cult from the others. A society of eco-warriors (literally) who believe that anything that could harm the Earth (their goddess) is evil and must be destroyed. Because of this, they *really* don't like the temple of Oscuro and their pro-progress initiative, no matter if it's actually harmful or not. Given the oath of pacifism the Oscurans make, they are super easy to kill, and the Children have no qualms about doing so. Any missing parts of the historical records have been caused by raids by the Children.

Uhhh I will probably add to this later, but for now, this is the quick run-down on the two (three if you count the temples separately) cults in my OC universe!

@eyeball-creatures-boyfriend @some-froggish-lad (wasn't sure which to tag lolz sorry)

[spiderziege]

omg i love the 3rd life horses so much <333 do you have a thought process for the specific breeds you assigned people, along with the horses’ armor pieces and such? also, i know you said you’re doing 3rd life horses, so do you have any headcanons for what kind of horse life series players that weren’t in 3rd life like pearl and lizzie would have? (like even if you don’t end up drawing them)

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!! i do have thoughts!!

i dont have specific breeds picked out for all of them but ill just go through each one :]

cleos horse is a clydesdale, i knew i wanted some big draught horses for cleo and ren specifically, and i just looove clydesdales theyre so beautiful. for bdubs i wasnt as sure, his is maybe a quarter horse or something? definitely something fast and versatile. and both of their tack is meant to be fancy but not too over the top (cleos horse has a couple flowers that match the ones in cleos hair, and bdubs' horse has a clock and a red cloth that matches bdubs' headband)

rens horse is a shire, wanted his horse to he as big and imposing as possible. for martyn i also wanted something strong and big, but not as fancy and eyecatching. so that its obvious from looking at the horses who's the king and who's the hand. i think his is maybe a cleveland bay? and then both of their tack is very medieval knight-esque, which i think fits their vibe pretty well.

for joels horse im not really set on a specific breed, but i wanted something small and agile for him, something used for hunting. his tack is also a lot simpler than the crastle & dogwarts people

for etho i was kinda struggling tbh. the first breed that came to mind was something like arabian or akhal-teke, but in a third life scenario it just doesnt really make sense to give a desert horse to anyone except desertduo lol. my other option was some kind of ancient breed - like sorraias/tarpans. but those are pretty small and i wanted something a bit bigger, so i ended up with just kinda. generic gray horse. i wish id have made the markings a darker gray instead of white, and added a stripe on the back, i think thatd work better. he also has pretty minimal tack, and he's the only one who rides without stirrups cause he just seems like that kinda guy (same)

for the other third lifers - desert duo get either an arabian or akhal teke, like i said. kinda leaning towards arabian. they also only get one horse because they still have pizza too of course

imp & skizz & bigb all get bigger working horses similar to martyn probably. i think imp & skizz get very similar horses, and for bigb im thinking maybe black forest horse or something?

tango gets a mustang, i dont really have a reason for that it just feels right

jimmy gets a haflinger because thats like the golden retriever of horse breeds i think

for scott im not sure either - he could be a lusitano kinda guy, but tbh i think flower husbands can just share one haflinger with a million flowers woven into its hair

and then the ones that werent in third life - pearl definitely gets a marwari horse. im not sure what it is about those horses but thats just. the pearlescentmoon horse to me. maybe its the ears, they kinda look like little antennae

for lizzie im not really sure generally, but i think specifically for the last life fairy fort she gets a unicorn. thats just the only kinda horse i can think of that makes sense lol

mumbo gets a trakehner or some similar warmblood breed

gem gets an irish cob i think. definitely something thats strong but not super big