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[gothamhappiness]

You are my heaven (Bruce Wayne x f!reader) Part 1

It was supposed to be a little imagine of a dark and lonely Bruce Wayne switching place with another Bruce Wayne from a parallal universe, but I wrote more than I thought. It'll be into 2 parts, except if you ask for more. <3

Warnings: no proof reading, sexual activities, language, neglecting husband and father, kinda angst/comfort

Imagine Bruce Wayne with no child, no wife (you), no friends and no more Alfred. He was all alone, making his life even harder, more cruel, more violent.

He didn’t adopt any child - not even Dick - because Alfred died quickly after Bruce became an adult. Thus, Bruce needed to take care of himself, and he didn't feel like he could look after a child. He was too tired and too depressed. He didn't want to bring any child into such a dark life.

His hands were full with Wayne Enterprises and his Batman way of life, so he also didn't make time for the Justice League. He sometimes helped them when it was about Gotham but nothing else.

And he never succeeded in getting you. He knew you. Oh yes, he knew you. He always thought that Batman would be his sole obsession, destroying him and his body. But then he met you, and he grew half insane. He needed you in his life so badly; he didn't care about anyone else. You were such a ray of sunshine in his dark existence. But you didn't want him. He was too desperate for you. You were scared of the darkness surrounding him, and you hated that rich man who wasn't trying hard enough for Gotham's poor people. He would have loved to cover you in affection and gifts, but you always escaped him.

Imagine this same Bruce Wayne being switched from places with another Bruce Wayne from another universe. This other Bruce had children, was married to you, and was friends with the Justice League. Alfred was still around. But this Bruce was neglecting everyone a little bit. This man thought he was entitled to get everything. His relationships were just alright with everyone. You more than once thought about getting a divorce actually, but you loved your life too much to let it go, even if Bruce could be a disappointment.

Imagine the lonely and desperate Bruce Wayne waking up one morning with you in the same bed as him.

At first, he believed it was all a dream, so he happily pulled you against his chest and snuggled up against you. He kissed the top of your head. When his alarm sounded out, he simply turned it off and hugged you tighter. He felt good and warm for the first time since his parents died. He completely melted in pure joy when you gently kissed his chest and neck, stroking his scarred stomach. He leaned into all your touch. He had no idea when he was going to wake up, so he wanted to enjoy this as much as possible. He didn’t want to think of the cold and empty bed that was going to greet him soon enough. He just wanted to stay there forever, cherished by you. Your scent was bringing him such comfort. He was relaxed, feeling safe and at home. This was what heaven must look like, he thought.

"Not running to work already?" You softly asked, a little bit surprised you didn't have to beg your husband for morning cuddles

"I'm good here," Bruce mumbled into your hair, his eyes closed in bliss

"What have you done to my husband?" You laughed as you straddled the man, looking down at him.

Husband? Fuck, it sounded so sweet to his ears. Bruce opened his eyes, drinking into your form. He loved how the sun was softly shining against your skin. He moved his hands on your thighs and stroked your skin. You were a goddess to him

“You’re beautiful” He whispered

You hummed and leaned to hungrily kiss him. He almost moaned against your lips. He had dreamt so many times of the feel of your mouth against his. But it was different than usual, it was better than he expected. He felt so whole. You were his soulmate. He always believed it. And feeling you like that… He promised himself that once he would be back to reality, he would find a way to seduce you. He needed you. You teasingly bit his bottom lip, and he smiled. Bruce's hands greedily moved around your body before settling on your ass. He gently squeezed it.

“Naughty” Ypu giggled, and he smiled even more

“Not my fault. You’re a goddess of love and light” He whispered

You didn’t reply. You weren’t too used to your husband talking to you like that. Your Bruce was good to you, but he never called you such things. He never watched you with such devotion in the eyes.

You sightly moved away to remove your nightgown under his watch. This Bruce had no idea how gorgeous you were naked, on top of him. He realised it was his favourite sight from now on. Gosh, what he wouldn’t do to be allowed to be greeted like that every morning of his life? He had dreamt so many times to be allowed to see you like this, to touch you like a lover and to take care of you. He was happy he was shirtless when you leaned back against him so he could feel your skin against his. He gently switched positions with you so he could get down on you. He kissed your neck, breasts, stomach, and inner thighs before settling in between your legs. He would have taken the time to kiss your legs and feet if he hadn’t been so hungry for you. It was such a vivid and nice dream. And he wanted you so badly. The way your fingers moved into his hair and tightened their hold whenever he was making you moan in pleasure became his favourite sensation. After the second orgasm he gave you this morning, he started to wonder if he truly was dreaming. You felt so real. 

He didn't have time to think more about it as you brought him closer to you. You were softly panting, as he was happily kissing and stroking your skin. You were made to be worshipped, he thought. And he would love to be your most obedient and caring servant.

A soft knock at the door startled the two of you.

"Master Bruce, do I need to cancel all the meetings you had this morning?" Alfred's voice sounded out.

Bruce froze for a few fractions of seconds before regaining his composure. Was it truly Alfred? His dream was getting nicer and nicer. However, it was hard to think when you were affectionately kissing his skin and playing with his hair, looking at him with such tenderness in your beautiful eyes. He needed all his willpower to answer Alfred back.

"I'm on my way to Wayne Enterprises, Alfred," He finally replied, and you laughed because he really didn't look like he was. 

The sound of your laughter made his chest blow with a warm feeling he didn't know. He was so deeply in love with you. He was so happy. And yet, the word “happy” didn’t feel strong enough to describe how he felt in this instant. He leaned to kiss you with pure affection before getting up, even though he would have loved to stay in bed with you.

You decided to be a good wife who cared about your husband’s work and duty, so you didn't follow in the shower, knowing Alfred would indeed need to cancel all of the meetings. You wondered what you did last night for Bruce to treat you with such passion and love this morning. You wished things would be more often like that. 

You were still lying in bed when Bruce came out of the shower. Before looking for some clothes, he went back to you, like a magnet attracted to you. He kissed your naked back before kissing your lips.

"Time for some lunch with me, hon?" you asked, clearly pushing your luck, but Bruce seemed in a very good mood today.

You were ready for him to say no, though, like he always did.

"Of course, anything you want," He whispered, smiling.

He was excited you seemed to want to spend more time with him.

You didn’t add anything, truly wondering what you did last night. He kissed you again before dressing up. You enjoyed the view from the bed. Bruce loved the warm feeling of your eyes on him. He couldn’t get enough of your attention.

He reluctantly left the room after having stolen another kiss from you. He couldn’t get enough of you.

He properly greeted Alfred and thanked him for having checked on him.

Bruce was a little bit surprised to discover so many young adults and teenagers eating breakfast in his living room, but it was giving some life to his old manor. And in a dream, you couldn’t expect everything to make sense, right? So he simply greeted everyone and asked if they all slept well, like his father did when he was a child. They all seemed stunned by the question, but they still answered. What amazed them even more was that Bruce actually listened to their answers. He waved them all goodbye, wished them a good day, and went to work.

It was time for lunch, and Bruce hadn't woken up yet. His meetings were now done, and he could take some time to think. Everything felt so real so far. Usually, in dreams, when you read something, lines are blurry or the words mean nothing or the words change all the time... But it didn't happen. Apart from the people he didn’t know in his living room, everything seemed to make sense?

He typed away his name on his Internet browser and started to read about how he was dealing with Wayne Enterprises, how he was married to you, how he adopted or took under his roof many children. Bruce Wayne seemed quite… popular. He looked for Batman's work as well. It seemed he was often with the Justice League, and he had some vigilantes under his lead. He started to think about what happened last night - before he woke up with you in his arms.

He could now remember a very bright light engulfing him while he was fighting off some criminals.

"Where are we going for lunch?" You texted him, and the notification brought him back to the present

"That Italian restaurant near Wayne Enterprises?" He offered.

He always wished he could invite you there because he quite enjoyed this place. He hoped the place existed here, but with your answer it seemed it did.

"Oh yes, it's been a while!" You quickly replied. "I'll meet you there in a few. Love you <3" You added

"Love you too, wife" Bruce sent back.

Gosh, he never thought he would be allowed to send you such words and it was making his head spin.

But Bruce was a smart man, so he started to understand that he must have taken the place of the Bruce Wayne of this world. It couldn’t be a dream because it was too detailed and realistic. It couldn’t be an illusion, because something would have felt off to him. It wouldn't have been the first time he was trapped in an illusion, he would have been able to feel it. This place... everything felt true, real.

There were only two possibilities: someone brought him to a parallel universe or he died and went to heaven. 

He hurt one of his fingers to draw blood. He couldn’t be dead if he was still bleeding, could he? So if he was going with the parallel universe, it meant… It meant that the other Bruce Wayne had this perfect little life. Fuck, he felt a deep and raw jealousy stabbing his heart: why didn't this Bruce suffer like he did? Why did this version of himself get everything he ever wished for himself? Alfred, children, you? Even Batman seemed to be doing better here. Wayne Enterprises were thriving, the biggest and most powerful firm of Gotham. 

He needed to understand what happened... So he could forever stay here. There was no way he was going back to the Hell that used to be his life. He would kill himself at the instant he would get back. How could he survive being alone again? The other Bruce was a problem because if he was alive, he would want to get back here. But fuck him. Everyone seemed so surprised by how he was acting, so he was certain that the Bruce of this world didn’t deserve their love. And he would do anything to deserve it. It was his chance to finally be happy and he wasn’t going to fuck this up.

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Part 2

[just-another-author-i-guess]

Hi!

Could you do a headcannon of how Judd would act high around his significant other?

I feel like once he is high, he’s a little more soft and shows that a bit more

Yes!! High Judd = soft Judd fr ����💪

Tags: fem/gn! Reader, erh the gender isn’t really specified but kinda fem? Mentions of weed and smoking it obviously, mentions of sex too bc yk, big mouth, this is probably the fluffiest thing I’ve written with Judd haha, but I was VERY tired and sleep deprived when I wrote this and did not beta read 😵‍💫

Author’s note: I have convinced my friend to start watching big mouth lmfao, and he actually agreed that Judd is hot 💪💪 it’s a win for the boys

High Judd Headcannons

Word count; 1,0K

He has two moods when he’s high 

You’ll either get super horny Judd or super soft Judd 

My personal favourite is soft Judd 

He’s all goofy smiles and cuddling 

Will think everything you say is hilarious too 

“Judd. Your parents are coming up the stairs, I can hear them,” 

He just lets out a cackle, one of those hoarse, drawn-out ones and just doesn’t answer 

It was kinda stupid of you to smoke in his room anyways,, but somehow he convinced you it was a good idea

The more stoned he gets, the more clingy he gets too 

If he’s in horny mode, he’ll obviously just fuck you harder and faster but if he’s in soft mode you’ll get a very unusual treatment 

Though not uncomfortable treatment, he’s just very, very touchy 

Like imagine Diane walking in the hallway upstairs, she walks past Judd’s room and the whole thing obviously smells like pot, so she enters and behold 

There Judd his— cuddling you, grinning while pressing his face into your stomach and leaving small kisses all over 

Not even in a sexual way 

He just loves you pls 🙏

You’re equally as stoned, running your fingers through his hair and complaining about it tickling 

My man LOVES when you tug or run your fingers through his hair, especially when he’s high 

He’ll literally just ask you to do it 

Diane finds the scene so cute she barely bothers scolding you for smoking, again she’s like 

“If you’re gonna do it, at least do it safely under my roof” 

She will call Elliot up, however, to gush over the to of you 

She’ll try to have him do it quietly though, so you won’t notice 

If you do though, happy stoned Judd will genuinely not care 

Like,, he seems to have smoked most of his anger away 

So he won’t even threaten his parents. Wow 🧐

Anyways, you don’t often do it at his house cause like,,, his parents 

But his car is the designated smoking spot

THATS ANOTHER THING 

He LOVES shotgunning you 

Your first kiss was probably bc he shotgunned you 

He was real smooth about it to; 

“Hey. Have you ever tried shotgunning?”

“No?”

“.. would you like to?” 

He’ll do it when he’s just smoking cigarettes too 

Judd really just wants every opportunity to kiss you, and ngl, seeing you exhale smoke makes him hella turned on 

He kinda has an obsession with your stomach when he’s high??? 

Like,, he’d like to lean his head on it and cackle if it makes noise, but ESPECIALLY he likes to splay his hands over it bc you’re genuinely so small compared to him 

And really soft too 

He’ll unabashedly smell you too, like the smell of your shampoo and perfume and shit makes him all lovestruck 

Stoned showers?? 🤭

Like if he’s in horny mode, he’ll definitely be up for a shower 

Seeing you both wet AND naked 

Yes pls. ✋

But like,, also if it’s at your house and you use your body wash and shampoo on him he’ll go 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Lmfao his family will DEFINITELY comment on it 

Like when he gets home and he smells like strawberry milk and flowers or whatever you use 

He’ll only let you do that when he’s high 

You gotta understand, he has a reputation— 

But, back to my point 

Soft Judd is so straight forward? Will say whatever is on his mind 

But like Judd in general is also really quick to get going, if yk what I mean 

So his soft comments about your smell or how soft you are will turn into something like;

“Sweetheart. D’you wanna sit on my dick for a while or something?” 

Ooooohhh,, soft high Judd has a thing for cockwarming 

I mean, he’s already touchy and sorta horny so you just sitting on him for hours is absolutely perfect 

He’d love watching you wiggle and struggle, red in the face and desperate pleas leaving you as you try to bounce yourself on him 

He would just laugh at your struggles and lightly tell you to stay put, and if you’re really good, he will fuck you later 

He would LOVE to fall asleep with his hard dick inside you 

Just being as close to you as possible 

He’d wake up later tho, not nearly as stoned but is cock still as hard and fuck the living shit out of you 

No okay but soft dom Judd? 😋

He can be stoned without being horny too, but it’s a rare occurance 

You’d smoke in his car and end up on the roof, stargazing 

He claims not to be romantic but when he’s stoned he gets sappy as shit 

“I really fucking love you.” 

He’d mumble into your hair, nuzzling his face into it a little bit 

Aw, you’d melt 

If you return the favor and tell him you love him too he’ll get so embarrassed though 

He’d blush and look away 🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭

I feel like he’s always some level of stoned though 

So he’d have to be really really high for him to be able to open up like that 

Fr it happens only like once every other full moon 

Obviously he does love you, his mom is always on his ass about it telling him to tell you more often lol 

When he comes down he’ll sleep for like days 

Okay maybe that’s exaggerating a bit,, but he’ll be so fast asleep you’ll worry if he died lmfao 

And he’s so groggy when he wakes up too 

If you’re less affected, he’ll definitely expect you to coddle him and bring him food or something 

But if you’re more or the same as him, you’ll just spend the day in his bed 

Taking turns sleeping and fucking 

Idc no matter how tired he is, being in his bed means sex at some point 

Also his mom is an actual life saver and will bring the two of you snacks and food 

(I love Diane ok) 

This, however, is only if you get really fucking stoned 

I feel like usually he would just act like himself, maybe a bit less tense and a lot more handsy 

But yk, the above is for extreme cases were he’s been smoking a lot lol 

Ok I actually need to sleep my eyes are closing by themselves 🧍🏻and I have some sick character development I need to do tomorrow

Tags; @dlfvrr , @bxbyyyjocelyn

[sketchehm]

i love the mafia mafia AU so much is there a winner yet for the fight where Sapnaps losing leads to him going with Q based on the bet between ElRich and Q?

Im both curious how Sapnap winning and Sapnap losing is gonna influence stuff. If he loses, it's devastating for Team Mafia. And once Dream learns of the bet, I could see him getting mad at ElRich for even making that bet, angry at himself for not looking into it, and so on. Followed by trying to figure out a way to get him back. George would also be mad but react more in a silent way, ignoring them and just keeping to himself. Only talking with Dream again. And Sapnap. If he knew of the bet, he'd be mad at himself for not having fought better, for not having won. If he didn't know of the bet, i could see both just a sting of betrayal that ElRich made the bet or feeling like he disappointed him by not winning when he seemed to have trusted him so much to get that win. Maybe a mix of both.

No one of team mafia is happy, everyone wants to get Sapnap back Meanwhile if Sapnap wins, them all praising Sapnap and nursing the wounds he took. Making sure he heals up while also giving him lots of affection in form of cuddles, cooking, kisses and headpats

HRNGNGRNHN

HI! The day has come where I speak about the fight lmao (kinda)

So I did get another ask asking similar questions and while I could group the two together here, I'll answer that one with maybe a link to this one and a bit more specifics to their exact question. But here, things will be more focused on the aftermath of the fight and Dteam's thoughts as things are just floating around in my head, though a lot of it is solidified.

To start. Sapnap loses. I've always had that set in my mind from the get-go hehe

How that influences the rest of everybody. Haha...well it's not great!

Let's start off with Dream and George. Dream as we can imagine, extremely upset. Dream actually never was one to witness Sapnap's underground fights, he just couldn't contain himself seeing Sapnap get hurt. The first time Sapnap was up on the ring, Dream did go to watch, only to end up shooting the guy in the head when the guy landed a solid punch on Sapnap....it...really messed up the show...

I said before that Dream never really approved of Sapnap fighting himself, and that still takes part here. But Sapnap was very insistent. And the others from the Team were also really excited. The way they speak about Sapnap's fights, well the flowery romantic language made Dream curious how they view Sapnap fighting, spilling blood, acting vicious. They're in love with it. Dream realizes perhaps he can give it another chance.

Dream isn't stupid to how these fights go and /knew/ something was going to be offered as a prize. However Rich refused to tell him. And since he's learned the fight was against Q, well Dream could only assume the prize was territory. But he knew there's always something.../more/. He wasn't too worried because he could correctly guess a win for them was Quackity's head being gifted to him. Team Mafia are ever the romantic to Dteam......

Dream never considered they would lose. Because Sapnap has never /lost/.

And when Drean is sitting in the stands and eyes wide in terror as he sees Sapnap being beat down. Something is /wrong/. Terribly wrong. The pit in his stomach grows and grows.....It's Dream saying to no one in particular to stop the fight. To stop it right now. And Dream is trying to shout and scream over the roaring crowd to stop the fight and no one is listening. No one is listening to him...It's Dream's realization of what he gave up. No one would listen to him here. Not anymore.

It's Dream turning to Rich and telling him to stop the fight now! It's staring at his cold expressionless skull mask that strikes Dream to his core again. Rich may have saw him as a Don before. But Dream is no longer one. There is no reason to listen to Dream anymore. And his dread is ever growing......But Rich will stand and stop the fight. And the relief that floods through Dream is indescribable. He needs to get to Sapnap. Needs to get through the crowd of booing spectators and get to /his/ Sapnap.

Only to be stopped. To let others, /strangers/ take a battered Sapnap away.... to somewhere he doesn't /know/. George and him insist to be taken to Sapnap, /immediately/. It's them trying to get through the crowd only for the guys to stop them. Being outnumbered is clear. Something being /wrong/ is clear.

It's Rich commanding them to step down. It's the two of them...listening. Obeying... It's George looking at Dream trying to figure out what they're supposed to do next. Only to realize....Dream doesn't know. Dream....isn't in charge anymore. George is staring at Dream's face, and notices his eyes wild and frantic as he stares at Farfa's shoes. Who is explaining to them that Rich will step away and check on Sapnap himself.

That George and Dream will be going home now. Without Sapnap.

It's George snapping to stare at Farfa and speaking out now. Something he's never done when Dream is around "What!?" And demanding they're staying and leaving /with/ Sapnap. It's George demanding and yelling and asking whats happening. Why can't they go see Sapnap. What did they /do/.

"George stop."

George whipping to look at Dream. His anger is clear. But he's not doing anything about it. George's frustration won't leave him, but he'll listen to Dream. He'll listen only to Dream. He stands down.

And the two will follow them back to the car. And be taken back to the house. Then led to the basement. A place they haven't actually slept in for a while now.

The door will close with the click of a lock.

Sapnap never comes back.

Dream will stop sleeping again. But, he's also not really eating anymore. George thankfully is eating, but he's closed off again. Both of them are. George stopped speaking and Dream barely gives them a response to anything.

Dream can more or less figure out what's happened. Sapnap was the extra collateral. He's infuriated.

But there is also so much hurt. So fucking much. So much so he almost just wants to shrivel away. He thought this would be different. He gave it all up for them. Everything. And he's lost Sapnap for being so idiotic...

George isn't holding up much better. His own realization of what happened is soul crushing. Trying every which way to come uo with a reason why this happened. How could Sapnap...lose?? It makes no sense to George...he has been to most of Sapnap's fights and KNOWS Sapnap shouldnt have lost.

Regardless of it though. He's still gone. And the rest of the Team hasn't even bother to give them an explanation yet.

He gives the guys....well it's actually only Farfa.....glares anytime he stops by with food. He knows Dream can't even bare to look at him....George is trying to get Dream to eat....but it isn't working. He himself feels like he's falling apart at the seams. He doesn't know what to do. Dream seems like he's falling into a depression, it feels like he's given up... Dream barely speaks to even George....and George is so lost on what to do. If Dream is acting like this...then is there really nothing they can do? What is supposed to happen next???

Its not looking great for the two of them...

And what about Sapnap?

Well. I'll go more into specifics with him in the next ask.

But, he knew about the bet.

And he lost on purpose.

Though that decision wasn't made by ElRich, but by himself. Last minute actually. (It's why Rich says only he is going to see Sapnap...)

A certain someone made his way into Sapnap's changing room before the fight let's say. And just...ya know...influenced him...a little....

Sapnap's never ceasing anxiety came to a head. His self hatred unfortunately at an all time him. And the words got to him a little too much.

He just thought this would be the best option. It would save /everyone/ he loves. (And rid the ones back home of such a horrible and pathetic dog.)

[talesoftheesun]

Oof I just saw your post so HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY 🥳

If you're still accepting requests, I'd like one with "I'm really sorry" + Jude litg x fem reader

I know we'll have like few more days but I need to see him begging for forgiveness asap 🧍🏻‍♀️

thank u sm! 🥹 sorry this is a bit late and if the pacing seems off, the heat has been beating my ass

I wrote this as a main villa li x mc, as opposed to specifically jude x mc, since fusebox writes like that themselves lol. but it's also so that everyone can read this while imagining it's their li I guess?? I hope you don't mind and that you enjoy it!

all stars main li (chen/henri/jude/lyle) x female!reader

You’re nervous. You’re about to enter the main villa again after being in casa amor for a few days. Realistically you know you have nothing to worry about. The two of you were the strongest couple before casa. Not that that’s a great accomplishment given the state of the other couples, but the strongest couple nonetheless. Aside from the pool mishap, which you explained in the letter you wrote him before you were whisked away to casa amor. So why are you so nervous?

You’re the last girl to walk out. You’d asked the others to wish you luck, to which they all said you wouldn’t need it. But as you're walking down the steps towards the firepit, you don’t miss the looks of pity in their eyes as you join them. You can feel your stomach starting to churn, everything in you is telling you to turn around and just walk away, save yourself the heartache of what you’re about to witness. 

But you don’t. You force yourself to keep your head up high and your back straight. You look him right in the eye. 

And that’s when you see it. 

“No. Fucking. Way.” Your eyes are locked in on his hand clasped in hers. 

Her. 

Uma.

Somehow, he seems just as surprised as you. He starts making his way over to you but he doesn’t get very far with her deathgrip pulling him back, “Babe, I’m—”

“Don’t.” You start walking away, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

“Wait!” He wrenches his hand from hers, “Please let me explain!”

You stop so abruptly he bumps into you. “I actually can’t believe you,” Taking a step back, you cross your arms. “When I was accused of cracking on behind your back you believed them, even though I have only had eyes for you from the moment we met. When the PDA awards happened you wouldn’t even let me explain. I wrote you a letter to tell you what really happened, I told you I’d stay loyal to you and I did, I slept on the fucking daybeds for you. I refused to participate in kissing challenges and lost raunchy races because of it, for you! I refused to rekindle things with Stefan even though we have unfinished business, because I wanted to be with you!”

“I—” 

You hold up your hand and scoff, “You just couldn’t wait to get rid of me huh? I wasn’t even gone for 24 hours and you’d already jumped into bed with the next pretty face.”

“What? No!” If you weren’t so angry right now you’d laugh at how his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Please, just let me explain. Please.” 

His begging tone makes your anger falter. You nod wordlessly and allow him to pull you towards the swing seat. The two of you sit in awkward silence for a while. You can’t take it anymore, “Well go on then, you were so keen to explain.”

“Right,” He clears his throat, “I guess that did make me sound kinda guilty, didn’t it? Well… I only twisted because Uma told me you told her you were twisting, with Stefan. But as soon as I saw him walk out with Nat I knew she’d lied.”

“So… Once again, you believed what other people said about me, over me. Did I get that right?” 

“No! That’s not wha—god I’ve really been putting my feet in it, haven’t I?” He runs his hand through his hair in frustration and takes a deep breath. “When Uma came back from your date she pulled me aside. She said she had important information that would make me think twice about my decision. She already knew I was gonna stick with you. Looking back now I realise she obviously played me.” 

He looks at you, looking for sympathy maybe. You can’t find it in you to give him any right now. 

He takes another deep breath and continues, “She told me she could barely get a word in during the date, that the moment you two sat down you started gushing about the fact that Stefan, your ex Stefan, was in casa with you. That you hadn’t realised how much you missed him until you saw him again after all those years. That you and Stefan decided to rekindle your relationship again. That—” His voice breaks, “That you told her to tell me to move on.”

“I should’ve known she’d lie. I remember her first season. Logically I knew it too, I read your letter every morning right after I woke up and every night before I’d fall asleep.  Even though I knew you’d stay loyal to me, hearing her say what you’d supposedly told her just shook me up so bad. Because I knew you and Stefan didn’t end on bad terms. I knew people constantly bringing him up must’ve messed with your head. And then he actually showed up in casa amor… Honestly I would’ve understood if you had twisted with him. And that’s why I twisted with Uma. That way we’d at least still both be in the villa, ya know, we could’ve worked through our issues and found our way back to each other. But that’s obviously not what happened…”

With your arms crossed you softly mumble, “Obviously…” You sigh before going on, “Uma told me the casa girls were interested in you, and that you seemed to enjoy the attention. But ultimately stayed loyal. In fact, I never told her any of what she told you. The only thing I told her was that Stefan was one of the casa boys, I couldn’t even get a word in because she was talking the whole time.” You scoff, “Seems like this was her plan along huh, get me to stick while making you twist so I’d get eliminated.”

He looks even more ashamed now that he knows the whole truth. “I know I’ve been a shit partner to you lately. I did believe you when you said you hadn’t done anything with Finn, I swear. I was just hurt because you missed my surprise while he was hogging your attention. And then seeing it on the big screen with that cliffhanger… I didn’t know what to think. You’ve never given me a reason to doubt you, so I should’ve trusted you. I really don’t have an excuse for it. All I can do is promise to be better moving forward, if you’ll still have me.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Well,” You start, “Since Uma played us both, and you twisted and left me single, we both know what’s about to happen. If you care about me as much as you claim you do and you’re actually sorry, you know what to do.” You leave to pack your suitcase, leaving him with his thoughts. 

‘Should I stay or should I leave with her?’

[dewedup]

I feel like no one sees my vision, so please do not feel bad if you don't either:

In my mind Phantom is actually not at all innocent and the others just assume he is because he's kinda quiet because he doesn't know them that well yet. But then one day he ends up in bed with Rain and Rain is thinking he's going to be naive and innocent, but once he tries to tease him Phantom is like; actually,

²¹⁾ “if you want to come, you’ll have to beg.”

And rain is like 👀 damn, guess I'm begging tonight...

I just think Rain and Dew would think "yeah we can fuck the newbie silly, have him wrapped around or fingers" but phantom would just fucking destroy them (beautifully and consensually).

I'm talking too much and not making much sense. I just really vibed with that sentence in the prompts...

I hope your day is going well and that if this prompt doesn't appeal to you you'll get some that do!! 💜

omg nonny how could i NOT write this??

i SEE the vision, i FEEL this vision, i hope this IS the vision!!!

²¹⁾ “if you want to come, you’ll have to beg.”

phantrain, top!phantom, bottom!rain, basically rain gets his world rocked

Rain and Phantom have been making out lazily in the water ghoul’s bed for hours. All hot puffs of air, lips tracing skin and soft breathy moans. 

Phantom’s a little bit of an enigma, floating from one ghoul to the next and leaving them all tight-lipped and refusing to share any details of their escapades. Even Dew, who he’d joked with about fucking Phantom silly and getting him cockdrunk on them, didn’t utter as much as a word about how he’d had the quint ghoul wrapped around his finger the other night. And Dew isn’t usually one to shy away from a good kiss and tell. 

If anything, it’s made Rain want this even more. To have the small ghoul pliable under his fingers, taking what he gives him and keening under his praise. It must really be an out of body experience if it’s left loud-mouthed Dew speechless. 

Rain let out a gasp as fingers brushed his hole, already stretched to take a few from earlier exploration. Phantom’s opening had received the same treatment, taking turns pushing each other open wide. Rain’s versatile, never opposed to a good dicking down, but mostly prefers being a top. Has imagined bending Phantom in on himself as Rain slams ruthlessly into him, needs it like he needs oxygen to breathe. 

Rain grasps his cock, moving slightly to hover in a position where he can drag it lazily around Phantom’s slick hole, moving in light circles and only applying the faintest hint of pressure. 

Faster than he can blink he’s being flipped over, pushed into the bed hard with Phantom wasting no time shoving his cock as far as he can into Rain, burying himself deeply. The sound that leaves Rain’s lips is partly surprised, coming out in a higher pitch than he’s ever heard himself make. His whole world view has shifted in the span of milliseconds and now he’s being filled up, pushed to his limits while Phantom’s dick brushes against the softest part of him. 

“If you want to come,” Phantom growls, licking a fat stripe up Rain’s neck, nipping slightly at the tender skin. “You’ll have to beg.”

Rain’s cock jumps at the command, pre splashing onto his stomach as he looks up in genuine surprise at the tiny ghoul above him. He doesn’t look so tiny now, crowding Rain with his hands slightly above his shoulders, face inches from his own, and his cock carving its own home inside Rain’s asshole. 

“S-shit,” Rain breathes, clenching down on the thing filling him up completely. This is… unexpected. Rain has built this fantasy up over the last few weeks, painstakingly creating layers of exactly how this would play out, never once considering this turn of events. It’s almost too much all at once, the sensation, the mental and physical somersault he’s just been victim to. 

But Rain’s versatile, can roll with the proverbial punches. So, he mentally shrugs while physically bearing down on the cock splitting him open. 

Looks like I’m begging tonight. 

-

It’s early the next morning when Rain enters the kitchen, slowly easing his way onto the chair, lower body on fire from the way Phantom absolutely ruined him last night. 

Dew’s up, sipping at his scalding hot coffee and eyeing Rain’s movements with a calculating look. He grabs Rain a mug of his own, making it the way the water ghoul prefers before taking a seat and sliding it across the table to him. Rain blushes as he offers his thanks, taking a sip of the beverage. 

“So… Phantom?” Dew ventures, a knowing smirk dancing across his face. If possible, Rain blushes even harder, eyes widening as he tries to look anywhere but at the fire ghoul taunting him from the other side of the table. The fucker knew this was how it’d go down and didn’t even give a ghoul a curtesy warning. 

Phantom enters the kitchen quietly, making his way to the refrigerator, letting a hand float out to drag across Rain’s shoulders as he props open then fridge door. Rain’s skin burns where the touch lingers like a ghost, truly wishing the ground would open up and swallow him back to the pit in this particular moment. 

As if it couldn’t get any worse, he sees Swiss making his way down the hallway, face splitting into a grin as he surveys the water ghoul.

“Phantom took you for a ride, yeah?” 

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

oKaY listen! Jegulus is my OTP and I LOVE me some Bartylus too, but REGULUS & PANDORA 🥹🥹🥹

My babies!!!

Just that they understand each other in a way nobody else can and and and AHHH

1. Okay first of all: SHIP NAMES

Their most common one is Regdora which - kinda boring? Like it’s not bad, but when we have names like STARCHASER or NOBLEFLOWER or FLOWERPOT for other ships that just won’t do. Therefore my suggestion:

Stargazer

Because Star - Regulus (no explanation needed) and like gazer as kind of a synonym for seer?? Alternatively I have Starseer or Waterbox (Water for Reggie like in Moonwater + Pandoras Box yk), but Stargazer just sounds so Stargazer.

2. I OBVIOUSLY love them as an „Arranged Marriage I don’t want AT ALL (why are there butterflies in my stomache??) trope“, BUT also as the „we are queer best friends and jealous of each others partners, but idk why” trope!!

Also how many AMAZING Dynamics they have??

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- I hate everyone, but you and you love everyone, but you love me the most

- Soulmates

- Best Friends to Lovers

- ENEMIES TO LOVERS (Arranged marriage trope)

3. The DENIAL the both of them would have (especially when they are both seers) like:

„I saw a prophecy that showed me and Reggie in a Cottage with a child that could be related to us - MUST BE BECAUSE HES THE GODFATHER“

„Had a Dream abt Panda standing in front of me in a wedding gown - GOOD TO KNOW IM GONNA BE HER BEST MAN“

DO YOU GET WHAT I MEAN??🥹

or the Arranged Marriage Trope??

„Dream Abt making out against a door with Regulus - HOW WEIRD”

“Wow Pandora looks like a goddess in that dress, her glare makes me feel fuzzy and I want to smooth the frown on her forehead with my fingers while she looks up at me - IVE GOTTA REALLY LIKE THAT DRESS TO THINK LIKE THAT”

4. Once they ACTUALLY start dating they would literally be inseparable. They would cuddle and kiss and talk 24/7! Even their me-time they both need turns into us-time and is just as effective. They would start to panic if they don’t see each other for more than a DAY. Also their dates would be sooo cute!! No matter whether it would be the cozy queer cafe around the corner or the flashy pureblood dance balls. They would have such a comfy aura and nobody would mind their pda cause they would be so comfortable with each other.

Sometimes they would just spend a day in absolute silence but a COZY COMFY DOMESTIC ONE yk???

Also the “I hate physical touch except for when it’s you” trope!!

5. Just then going to a pride parade together with matching outfits in like their 30s, already married and a bi flag on Reggie’s cheeks and a Pan one on Dora’s and they would be so PROUD.

Or just the courting process in the arranged marriage trope PEAK!!

6. They are love. They are soulmates. They are Stargazer (or Waterbox still unsure bout that one)

This got WAY longer than I originally intended but oh well :)

REGDORA!!! FAIRYSEEKER!!! MY LOVES <33333

you don't understand how much I adore them. I love love love them. they're my everything's <3 my hunnies <3 my sweet little babies <3

okay so, 1. I actually don't mind the name regdora, but yes, it's blant and ugly compared to everything else. personally, I know them as fairyseeker, which is what you can find them under on my blog lmao. stargazer is a GORGEOUS ship name... though I think of regularly every time I hear it lmao

i LOVE the name waterbox. idk why I just adore it

2. yesssssssss!!! istg they have the best troupes (next to bartylily). them as arranged marriage partners sounds so fun. imagine they're just kids when they first meet, and they're told they're supposed to get married when they grow up to combine the rosiers/lestranges

at first, they don't mind (they're tiny and have no idea what being married even means). they start hogwarts, and both realise that they're into their same gender people (once again, i bring up my mtf dora + ftm reg). so both spend a lot of time just convinced they aren't into each other. reg is a lesbian after all, and pandora is gay... then they come out as trans and both are like: oh-

3. grumpy x sunshine is so them omfg

them bith as seers???? Christ. them being so fucking blind is just so fitting. they never even consider that they might like each other

them as oblivious little fuckers so true. they are in deep denial fr. regulus is foaming out the mouth at how pandora is, but it's completely platonic

4. HSEIBSIEBSOENSO YESS OMFG

All they need is each other. they're always together, getting one of them alone is impossible. you can try, and you will fail

that trope is SO them. it's insane

5. they would definitely love their time at a pride parade. they're having the time of their lives and they've been happier

6. I love it when asks go this long. it just sucks because I usually can't add anything on because you guys are just so correct already 😮‍💨

thank you for sharing your brain with me. I appreciate it a lot <3

[itsyamutha]

Anything to help ~ Carl Grimes

Carl x reader

Season 6

Alexandria/ eye patch

Warning: oral given, swearing (let’s just imagine we’re 18)

Word count: 1027

It had been 3 days since carls eye incident. I had finished my work for the day and remembered that Carl was told to rest. Why don’t I go check on him and see if he needs anything. Carl was my best friend and we always help each other out. If it weren’t for my uncle Hershel taking them in I would have never met him. Ever since then I had developed a crazy crush on him, but he’s my best friend. I don’t want to mess up our friendship. I walked in to his room to see him slumped.

“Rise and shine sleeping beauty.” I knocked on his door frame. When he sat up in bed was when I realized that he was shirtless. I handed him some pain killers and a bottle of water.

As he took his meds my eyes veered down to his chest and toned stomach plus the bullet wound from when we met.

“Ay my eye is up here.“ he spoke snapping me out of it.

“Damn I see we’re feeling good enough to make jokes,… also too soon.” I giggled.

“Well I thought it was funny.” He replied. I shook my head in response to his comment.

“So how are you feeling today.”

“I’m a little sore, kinda dizzy and I have a killer headache but that’s about it.” He said holding his head.

“I haven’t really left this bed much so my whole body is stiff.” I felt bad because I knew he was in lots of pain.

“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Actually yes there is. I haven’t taken a shower and since I’m all disoriented, can you help me get to the bathroom?”

“Of course can.” I replied. He removed the blanket and slowly sat up on the edge of the bed. I wrapped my arm around his back and helped him stand. We walked to the bathroom one step at a time. He held himself up on the bathroom counter.

“Do you need anything else?” I just want to make sure he was ok.

“I think I’m good for rn.” He answered with a weak smile.

“Ok, we’ll I’ll be in the bedroom so just yell for me if you need anything.” I walked leaving the door cracked a little. I walked over and threw myself on the bed. About five minutes later I heard the shower turn off.

“Y/N. Can you come here?”

“Yeah.”

He was holding a towel around his waist. DAMN HE LOOK FINE!

“It’s too hot in here it’s making me nauseous. We slowly walked to the bed. He sat down with the towel on his lap. I handed him his clothes.

“I’m sorry but can u at least get my boxers to my knees so I can pull them up. I helped him with the boxers then turned around so he could pull them up.

“Ok your good to turn back around.” He said. I helped him put on his sweatpants as well. After, I sat next to him on the bed. He placed his hand on mine and looked me in the eyes.

“Y/n thank you so much it really means a lot to me.” He lightly squeezed my hand.

“Carl you don’t need to thank me. Your my best friend that’s what I’m here for.” I reassured.

We stared at each other for a moment before I looked down. He lifted my chin and kissed me. I instantly melted into the kiss. The kiss started to become more intense. We readjusted so that I was straddling him. I pulled away for a second.

“Wait am I hurting you.” I asked.

“No, not at all beautiful.” My heart fluttered when he said that. I started to kiss down his chin and his neck. I pulled away and connected with Carls lips again. His hands traveled all over my thighs and my ass lightly squeezing. I pulled away to attack his neck again leaving faint marks. My hands rubbed up and down his chest. I slowly made my way down his chest.

“God you’re so gorgeous” he gasped. I slipped one finger under his waist band.

“May I?” I looked up at him.

“Yes you may.” I rubbed the bulge before pulling his pants and boxers down. I wanted to tease him so I licked the tip. I felt his body shutter underneath me. I did it once more.

“Please Y/n.” He looked down at me with a pleading look. I spit on my hand and stroked him up and down before taking his length in my mouth. Carl threw his head back and let out a low groan. I moved up and down for another two minutes. I felt his body twitch so I knew he was close.

“Oh fuck this feels so good.” He growled.

“Uh fuck fuck….uh….. FUCK.”

I felt a warm liquid shoot in my mouth. Without thinking I swallowed a moment before connecting our lips again. We cleaned up and Carl threw on a shirt before heading downstairs.

Michonne and Daryl walked threw the front door.

“Oh hey guys.” I said handing Carl a cup of water.

“So how ya feelin kiddo.” Daryl asked.

“I feel fantastic.” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah I can tell by all those hickeys.” Michonne said giggling. I froze not knowing how to respond.

“Are they really that bad?” Carl asked. I smacked his arm and they all started laughing.

“I hate y’all. I’m going to go make dinner now.” I walked away. A few moments later I turned around to see Carl. He rested his hands on my hips and pulled me closer. Our lips met once again. Before he whisper in my ear.

“Y/n, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He sat down at the island.

“Oh I just remembered I have a surprise for you.” He raised an eyebrow. I pulled a X-men comic out my bag.

“I love you even more.” He exclaimed

[sushiosims]

Billy and Morgan - Chapter 5

As Morgan makes her way to The Bluffs a million thoughts are going through her head at once... What if she gets caught? Her mum will actually freak out. She feels bad too, her mum is only trying to give her a good life, but it's not the life she wants.

A vice grip of panic clutches her stomach as she wonders what Bruce would say if he found out? I mean technically she wasn't cheating, but still, meeting a boy nightly to look at the stars? If the boot was on the other foot...

She can only imagine what he would do

Her head and heart are wrestling with one another now. She knows that she has not cheated on Bruce, not physically, but every time she meets Billy, every second she thinks of him, she is emotionally cheating

She can't bare Bruce kissing her, he is always accusing her of being frigid, and she was beginning to believe him, but now all she can think of is Billy kissing her, and...more...she flushes

Maybe she should just go home, text Billy, say her mum caught her. She shouldn't be doing this. She is about to turn and go home...

'Cheer up, it might never happen' comes a cheeky voice from above

'Hey, you stole my seat...and my line' she laughs up at him

And then, she isn't thinking of Bruce anymore, she isn't thinking about her mum, she is just looking up at Billy's carefree happy face, and everything else is just gone.

'Coming up?'

'Careful Fyre, its kinda slippy!' Billy warns, concern crossing his face as Morgan jumps up and grabs the beam

'Relax Billy Boy, I have been doing this since I was 11 years old' she says, and swings up onto the beam

Then, she's on the beam, and they are face to face. Literally inches away from each other, its like time freezes and they just look at each other. The air is heavy and electric, and its like everything else just stops. None of them even dare to take a breath

After what feels like an eternity, Morgan takes a deep breath, and with all her willpower pulls back...

Billy, although gutted, swings his legs round and tries to act normal, as if his heart wasn't pounding out his chest 'So, I have a confession' he says

'Spill' Morgan laughs overly brightly, trying to mask the tension that was palpable between them, her heart still jackhammering

'You just jumped up there, like it was nothing' he said smirking self deprecatingly 'It took me 20 minutes to get up here, and I nearly fell...twice, now I need to get down...my nuts are killing...I just don't know how to get down'

They both burst out laughing and fall back into an easy banter

The next morning Morgan wakes up smiling, as her first thought turns to last night. They didn't hang around at the Bluffs. Billy just walked her home, the 20 minute journey took them 2 hours, she made him stop before they were in view of her house, she feels weird about him seeing it

The smile falls from her face as she picks up her phone, opening her messages she sees 20+ unread from Bruce. She opens them and sighs. The first half, nasty, vile messages, followed by the love bombing. It was a constant cycle. She texts him back, scowling, amazed at how fast her mood changed

Morgan - Meet me in therapy room before class

Bruce is there waiting, a concerned look on his face

'Babe! What's going on? Please don't be mad at me, it's just because I love you so much, I get crazy with jealousy! Let me make it up to you! I will take you shopping before prom, get you anything you like' he implores, a desperate look on his face

Her voice shakes as she answers him 'No Bruce, I can buy myself anything I like, you know that...I just can't do this anymore, it's exhausting. You have pushed me too far this time, it's over' Looking at him defiantly she adds 'It was over the minute you laid your hands on me'

He looks shell-shocked 'No, Babe. You don't mean this...I mean, it's us. We're the most popular people in school. You can't dump me?!' he protests Morgan sees him trying to quell the anger that is starting to glint in his eyes, and knows she has to leave. Soon.

'See Bruce this is why it's over, you only care that we're popular, you don't care about me! This town and it's stupid politics. Aren't you fed up with being so....superior?!' she shouts, her own anger building. Before he has a chance to argue, she turns, and runs from the room

Morgan heads to the bathroom, and sinks down on the floor feeling both empowered and terrified. She is supposed to be in PE, but both Bruce and Billy are in her class, and she just can't just now...her head is a mess. She just needs some quiet...suddenly her peace is shattered

Luna is in the doorway, out of breath

'Bruce...' she pants 'Billy....fight...' she gasps for breath, and points to the door 'Gym'

Morgan gets up and flees towards the gymnasium, panic sitting in her stomach

'I don't give a fuck what you say Junkrat, I know you have been with Morgan, I can smell you off her, she's rotten now, I don't even want her anymore' Bruce is spitting in Billy's face, seething with rage, shoving Billy

'Dude, I haven't even been with her!' Billy is protesting

'If Morgan has finished with you its due to you being an abusive piece of shit' Billy bites back, trying to keep his temper in check.

The sound of Morgan shouting his name distracted him, and as he turned around Bruce punched him hard, winding him, knocking him to the ground

Bruce gets down and keeps punching Billy when he is down, as his classmates watch in horror

'Bruce stop it!' Morgan shouts as she runs across toward them

Billy pulls himself up, and immediately lunges for Bruce, just as Morgan reaches them, she puts herself between the two of them.

'Stop it! Both of you!' she cries 'Bruce, calm down, Billy, back off, please!' her voice breaks as she pleads, and Billy backs off, like she asked

'Make your choice Morgan' Bruce says venomously, 'A life with me and everything you desire, or scurry away with your rat'

'He's my friend Bruce, you are being pathetic! I finished it because you were treating me like shit' Morgan snaps back at him, still standing between them, aware of how close Billy is to her

Cassandra turns round to Greta...

'OMG, did you hear that, Morgan has dumped Bruce!' everyone in the hall starts to whisper among themselves as the gossip starts to spread, as it does

Wolfgang is laughing heartily, 'Looks like she made her choice Patman'

Bruce snaps round angrily, hearing the sniggers of Wolfgang, Sidney and others

'Shut the fuck up, some mates you are' he yells

Wolfgang laughs again, 'Oh, we're Morgan's mates, we only tolerated you, glad we can quit that'

Bruce starts to walk away, shaking with anger 'This isn't over' he says 'You two belong together, the Junkrat and the trash'

With one move Billy has Bruce on the floor, and is holding him down, fist pulled back ready to hit him 'You ever call her trash again, or even look at her again, I won't hold myself back' he is saying quietly 'How does it feel fighting someone you're own size for once Patman?'

As Bruce lies on the floor groaning, Billy heads over to Morgan, who is crying quietly, watching as everything unfold, he takes her into his arms without even thinking

'Shhh, shhh you'll be ok' he says

Just then, the PA crackles to life 'Billy Mason to the principals office'

For Chapter 6 Clicky Clicky right...HERE

[writingseaslugs]

Super random question, but what advice would you have for someone who wants to get into writing smut? I really want to try, but I get so nervous about it sounding weird or just coming off wrong altogether. ^^; Thanks in advance! ❤️

Aight, so anyone who knows me knows that I like to give very long-winded explanations to simple questions, and this is no exception! So here's my process that I wished I had known when I first started writing smut, as well as a few resources. This is going to be mainly for Fanfiction writing, but you can apply this for Original Works as well.

Step 1: The Cast

Figuring out who is gonna be in the story is always a good first step. Whether it be OCs, Fandom Characters, Self-Inserts, or a Reader Insert. Knowing who will be starring is the first thing you need to know. If you're using OC(s), then make sure you know your own character. Fill out a mini form for writing them so you know who they are. If it's a character from a fandom, I like to "interview" the character to get to know them. Let's do a quick example!

Interview Example

Interviewer: "So what was it first like to come to land?"

Floyd: "Eh, what a boring question. It was kinda weird but fun, though none of us could walk. It was so funny seeing Azul fall right on his face. Oh, he told us never to tell anyone; too late for that now. Hey, how about we move on to a better question!"

Normally I just do a few of those until I get a grasp on the characters before I write them for the first time!

Step 2: The Idea

The next step is easy, find a prompt or idea to write about. If you already have something in mind, that's great! If not, you can always go on Tumblr and look up spicy prompts. Anything to get your mind working. Once you have a prompt write a paragraph about what is gonna happen in the story.

Step 3: Outlining

With normal stories I seldom ever outline...but for smut, I need to. It helps you know exactly what's going to happen. I normally write a sentence for every paragraph I'm writing and go from there.

Outlining Example:

Floyd walks in on Reader relaxing

The reader notices and waves him in

Floyd wraps his arm around Reader

Reader jokes with Floyd

Floyd nibbles on their ear

Using the Outline:

Floyd's footsteps echo throughout Ramshackle as he runs through the building, intent on finding you. Once he came to your door he didn't bother knocking, instead walking in on you.

You hear your door slamming open and turn to see Floyd standing there, shooting you a toothy grin. You give a small laugh and wave him inside the room. He didn't need to be told twice, using his long legs to make quick strides over to you.

Floyd wraps his arm around Reader

Reader jokes with Floyd

Floyd nibbles on their ear

Hope that helps you with how I make and use outlines. I mainly just write down the simple idea for the paragraph then once I finish the outline, I go through each one and fill in the details of what's going on.

Step 4: Writing

The next step is the hard part...you actually have to write things. Everything else was child's play, but now you need to write everything out! Just a few pieces of advice I have for writing sex scenes is:

Focus on sensations: What does your character feel when his hand touches them. If you can't think of something imagine yourself in that place. A cool hand runs across your own arm. Perhaps you get goosebumps, maybe a small shiver, perhaps you gasp in surprise? Focus on things like that.

Internal Things: What does the character's heart do? Skip a beat or does it beat too fast? Do they have butterflies in their stomach or a piece of lead dropping down in their gut?

Dialogue: Personally I love writing dialogue when doing smut. The character banter is everything to me, and the dirty talk? It's got people rolling when a character says something downright filthy.

Those are a few things I focus on. Here's a resource I use for kissing scenes since I feel like mine fall flat, so I've been working on them. It also helps to use different verbs when describing things. I use this often for reference.

Remember it's fine to use vulgar words when writing smut, in fact, people tend to like it. The flowery language is fine if that's your style, but you do you. It'll be embarrassing at first but push through, eventually you'll write it with a straight face.

Step 5: Get Free Labor From Friends

After you finish, send it out to a few friends and have them read it over for you. Aka ask if they can just fix any typos and get free editing out of your well-forged friendships. Remember, if you put in the effort to have friends, you deserve to force them to work for free. Queenie, I swear it's a joke please don't murder me.

But seriously, I recommend sending it to a friend to have them look over things and give some advice. You don't have to post your first few smuts, but def have a second opinion on it.

Lastly...it's possibly going to suck. Like majorly suck your first few attempts. I don't even wanna look at the smuts I wrote when I was learning. They're so bad. Just keep practicing and eventually, you'll get better. I have a lot to improve on myself, so it's always a work in progress.

Bonus Step 6: Read Smut

You can't write something if you don't read for it...so go and read some smut and see what they do. Trust me, it's needed.

[papillon-mechant]

my little love|d.m. x reader

word count: 2.6k

summary: draco and y/n haven't seen each other in years, and there's a lot he doesn't know

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, mentions/innuendos of sex but no actual smut. (there's a part that implies reader has curly brown hair but you can imagine it however you want it was just a way of giving the child a trait that wasn't draco's)

a/n: i'm finally FINALLY writing this fic from this old blurb and i'm so excited. i did change a few things around but still, i hope you guys like it. it's super long i kinda got carried away lol. this is also my fic for @draconisxcaput ‘s harry potter writing contest (i'm sorry it's late lol)

special tag: @ameliora-j

This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t be here. This isn’t going to go well. Just go home, no one’s seen you, they won’t notice. These were just a few of the things running through your head as you sat in your car in front of the huge mansion. The mansion you hadn’t stepped foot in in almost a whole year. Images of that day run through your mind, making your stomach twist with nausea. You watch as more and more groups of people continue to pour into the house, hearing the bustle of partygoers for a few seconds every time the door opens. Taking a deep breath, you shake off your nerves and finally work up the courage to leave your vehicle and make your way to the front doors of the manor.

Another group of people walks in ahead of you, giving you the opportunity to sneak in with them, not wanting to be seen entering on your own. When you get inside, you take a moment to let your eyes rake over the crowded mansion, taking in the hundreds of people surrounding you. It made you feel small, closed in. In a desperate attempt to calm your nerves, you make your way to the kitchen, not needing any direction as your mind already knows every inch of the home.

You’re almost to the kitchen when a flash of white makes you stop in your tracks. You stand frozen in your place, eyes locked on the head of platinum blond hair across the room. It’s been years and he still takes your breath away. You watch as he talks to the man next to him, moving his hands enthusiastically as he speaks. He always spoke with his hands. Suddenly, your body begins to move before your mind can register where it’s taking you, bringing you closer and closer to the man. Before you know it, you’re standing behind him, close enough to be engulfed by his signature scent of mint and hair gel.

“Papa!” You hear a child scream. Another flash of white speeds past your body, stopping in front of the man. Draco chuckles, bending down to pick the child up. That must be Scorpius, you think to yourself. He’s a spitting image of his father. Draco kisses around the boy’s face, eliciting small giggles from the young child. Suddenly the boy pauses, looking over his father’s shoulder, directly at you.

“Papa, her pwetty.” The boy giggles, pointing in your direction. Draco turns to see who his son was speaking of, eyes widening in shock when he notices it’s you. The boy squirms in his grip, signaling for his father to put him down. He runs over to you, stopping in front of you and extending his hand.

“Hi, I'm Scowpius but you pwetty so you can call me bubby.” The child says. You smile, reaching down to shake his hand.

“Hi bubby, i’m y/n.” You reply. The boy giggles, hugging your leg before running off to play with the other kids. The scent of mint and hair gel fills your nose once again, causing you to lift your head, coming face to face with the one who got away.

“Y/n,” Draco breathes, a shocked expression still painting his features, “merlin it’s been years.” You nod, afraid your voice will betray you if you speak.

“Draco dear, it’s time for the toast.” A woman behind you shouts. Astoria, you assume. Draco nods his head, eyes never leaving yours.

“I think you’d better get over there.” You laugh, moving for him to walk past you.

“Oh, yes you’re right. Well it was good to see you.” He says, walking over to his family. You watch him walk away, your mind only thinking one thing. You were definitely still in love with Draco Malfoy.

You spent the next few hours huddled by yourself in a small corner, observing the party from afar. Every now and again, an old classmate would recognize you, sparking up a conversation about stuff you didn’t care enough to pay full attention to, just nodding and smiling most of the time. Because your mind was completely somewhere else. It was on that neat head of platinum blond hair you’d seen hours earlier. You hadn’t really seen him much since then, only catching a small glimpse of him here and there. Being in that house and seeing him again brought back memories of that night, ones you’d suppressed for very long.

You weren’t entirely sure how you’d ended up here. One moment, you’re catching up with an old friend at the bar, and the next you’re tangled in his sheets, bodies pressed together, moving together as one. It was so wrong, he was married. But as you felt the way his lips ghosted over your throat, in the exact spot he used to when you were younger, you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. After all, you weren’t the married one. And what’s the worst that could happen, right?

When You finally arrive home, you slowly trudge your way up the stairs, exhaustion taking over your whole body. You make your way to your bedroom, instantly stripping from the uncomfortable dress you wore to the party. You go about your night routine as usual, getting in the shower, brushing your teeth and slipping into a comfortable nightgown. Leaving the bathroom, you stop in front of the room adjacent to yours, slowly opening the door, trying not to make too much noise. You walk over to the crib, glancing down at the sleeping child with a small smile. When you pick her up, she stirs awake, small cries leaving her tiny lips, but she stops when she realizes it’s you who’s holding her.

“Hello beautiful.” You coo, rubbing a finger up and down her cheek. She was so tiny, so precious. And a spitting image of her father. Grey eyes, pale skin and platinum blonde hair, the only indication that she came from you being the identical birthmarks the two of you shared, a small patch of blue in the whites of her eyes.

Other than that, there was no doubt. She was definitely Draco Malfoy’s child. “I saw your papa today,” you whisper to your daughter, rocking her back and forth in your arms, “and your big brother. You look so much like both of them. I wish they could see you.” Your eyes well with tears, heart wrenching at the thought of your daughter never meeting her father.

You sit on the edge of your tub, your leg anxiously bouncing uncontrollably.

“God this is the longest five minutes of my life.” You groan, head falling into your shaking hands.

“I’m sure you’re fine, you’re probably just overreacting.” Hermione assures you, rubbing her hand over your back in an attempt to soothe your nerves. You shake your head, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

“But what if I’m not fine ‘Mione?” You cry, letting your head fall into her shoulder, “What if it’s positive? I can’t tell him, it would ruin both of us. But I can’t do this alone, what am I gonna do?” Your voice breaks as you speak, a waterfall of tears leaving your eyes. The sight shatters Hermione’s heart. She wraps her arms around you and holds tightly to your crying figure.

“It’s okay y/n, you won’t be alone. You know me and the boys will always be here to help you.”

The test came back positive. And 8 and a half months later, Rosaline Willow Malfoy was born. Her birth certificate was the only thing that made it clear who her father was, everywhere else, her last name was the same as yours. You never did tell Draco about her, you were afraid to. After all, What was he to do? Leave his wife and son for an old high school lover? The woman he cheated on her with, the woman with whom he’d had a child out of wedlock. You didn’t want to put him in that position. So instead you hid her from him, hoping that one day she wouldn’t have to be a secret anymore.

Three years later, Rosaline had grown to be a beautiful little girl. Her curly hair, now shoulder length, had gotten lighter over time, giving her the true platinum blonde color that most Malfoy’s had inherited. About two years ago, you bumped into an old classmate, Theodore Nott, at a coffee shop. After a few small dates, you two became official. He was amazing, always bringing you flowers and small gifts, helping out around the house. You especially loved how good he was with Rosaline. He loved her like she was his own, treated her like she deserved the whole world, and he gave it to her too. Buying her small toys and gifts, taking her to the park or the zoo. He knew who Rosaline’s father was, but it didn’t matter to him. He truly loved the two of you with all his heart.

It was a beautiful spring day, so naturally Theo pitched the idea of going to the park, and of course Rosaline was more than excited to go, and so were you. When you arrived at the park, you took your usual seat on the bench across from the playground, watching with a wide smile as Theo attempted to encourage your timid daughter to go down the biggest slide. Your serenity is quickly broken when you hear someone behind you clear their throat.

“Y/n.” Shit. You know that voice, it’s a voice you’d never been able to forget, even after all these years. You sigh deeply, tearing your sight away from your family to turn and face the man behind you. There he stood, the infamous Draco Malfoy. Clad in his signature black suit, fingers covered in the Malfoy family heirlooms. He still smelled the same, he always smelled the same.

“Mr.Malfoy.” You reply, nodding your head as a greeting. His hard expression changes to one of confusion, probably at the way you addressed him. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the sound of a child shouting “Mommy look, daddy howsey.” He watches as you turn in the direction of the disturbance, eyes snapping between you and the man and child on the playground. Theo was on his hands and knees, making noises like a horse with a giggling Rosaline seated on his back. You smile at the sight, almost forgetting about the blond man behind you. But you are quickly reminded of his presence as he clears his throat once again. You turn to face him, trying to ignore the obvious calculating look on his face.

“So…mommy huh?” He questions, nodding his head towards your child. Your body tenses for a moment, but you quickly relax yourself, not wanting to give anything away. You instead put on a smile, nodding your head at the male. “And he’s…daddy?” Draco asks, his jaw clenched tight. You nod your head again,

“Yes, that’s Rosaline, our daughter.” Draco nods, jaw clenching and unclenching in an attempt to hide any emotions that try to break through his tough exterior. “So, she’s his?” He asks, glancing over at Theo as he plays with Rosaline. “He’s the only father she’s ever known.” You reply. Draco’s jaw tightens again as he takes in the looks of the child. She was so small. Her skin is pale and littered with birthmarks and freckles, she gets that from you he thinks. Her hair is to her shoulders, thick and curly, also from you. But it wasn’t brown like yours or Theo’s. It was blonde. Platinum blonde.

“Y/n, you know that’s not what I meant.” He speaks through clenched teeth. Your chest tightens, a lump forming in the back of your throat. You think for a moment, about whether you can lie your way out of this or not. But you knew you couldn’t. There was no denying that she was his child, especially when you see them so close together. “She’s yours.” You say. His face stays calm, the only confirmation that he heard what you’d said being a small nod. He opens his mouth to speak but us again interrupted when Theo runs over to the bench, Rosaline in his arms.

“Y/n love Rosie wants-Malfoy, is that you?” Theo says, shock evident in his voice, “It’s been ages mate, good to see you.” He hands Rosaline over to you, moving in to wrap Draco in an awkward embrace. Draco grunts, mumbling a curt, “You too.” before distancing himself from the brunet again. Draco’s eyes never leave Rosa. He studies her tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure if she was real or not. Theo notices this, a look of understanding washing over his features.

“Rosa honey, how about we go get some ice cream?” He asks, opening his arms to the girl. She squeals excitedly, instantly lunging from your arms into his. “I’ll be right over there, okay?” He whispers to you, giving you a look that says, “just say the word and i’ll get us out of here” you shake your head, letting him know you were okay. He nods, turning to Draco one last time and this time extending his hand to the blond, “It really was good to see you mate.” Draco merely stares at Theo’s hand, not moving to return the gesture. Theo finally takes the hint and takes your daughter to get the ice cream he promised.

After he leaves, you’re left alone in an awkward silence with Draco, both of you saying nothing as you stare each other down. Finally, you decide to break the silence, “Well I should probably get going, if I don’t he’ll end up getting her the biggest size because he can’t say no to her.” You say, moving to pack your things. But you are stopped with a cold hand around your wrist.

“Draco-”

“No, you don’t get to do that,” he says, voice tinted with hurt and anger, “you don’t get to just drop a bomb like that and leave. I deserve an explanation.” You scoff at his words, yanking your hand away from his grip.

“Like hell you do, if you hadn’t run into us today you wouldn’t even know she existed. Don’t try to act like a father now.” You spit, anger evident in your words.

“How was I supposed to be a father before, if you hid my child from me? And what gave you the goddamn right to do that in the first place?” He snaps back.

“What gave me the right? I’ll tell you what gave me the right. I carried her for nine months. I gave birth to her after 47 hours of labor. I changed her dirty diapers. I took care of her when she was sick. I did all of that, because she is my daughter. The only thing that makes her yours is DNA. You’re married, Draco, what the fuck was I supposed to do? Knock on your door and when your wife answers tell her “Hi my name is y/n, I’m the one your husband cheated on you with. Also, I’m pregnant with his fucking bastard child” Is that what I should have done? Humiliate myself like that. And for what? So we could raise her together?”

“Why didn’t you just tell m-”

“Would you have left Astoria for me?” You cut him off. Tears well in the corners of your eyes, your heart slowly breaking due to his silence. “Would you?” You ask again. He doesn't speak, he just stands there with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing as if he wants to speak. But he doesn’t. You slowly nod your head, heart shattered in a million pieces. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you silently gather your things. Draco watches you the whole time, glued to his spot in front of you.

When you're done, you turn look at him once more, “That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

[daenqyu]

— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing  

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye 

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too 

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing 

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits 

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear 

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert 

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake” 

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself 

but he knows you’re still in your underwear 

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out 

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

oh

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight 

why are you so pretty? 

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on 

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions 

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks  rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door 

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima 

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do 

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder 

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset 

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets 

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him? 

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content 

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness 

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed 

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together 

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you 

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up 

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack 

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane 

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that 

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff 

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed” 

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt 

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is 

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself 

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices 

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him 

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie 

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways 

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?” 

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing 

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression 

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t  k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness 

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study 

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised? 

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything 

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy 

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response 

which he receives quickly 

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something 

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie 

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a  b r a 

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki��s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again 

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen 

“thank god you’re awake” 

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering 

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment 

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers 

which makes his heart speed up 

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now” 

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

[thefanbasewhore]

Can I request a Hal x reader where she’s playing with the children of a duke and duchess and Hal watches from afar and fantasies on having children with her soon as well as the making of them.

summary: Hal wants babies, lots of them

warning; breeding kink??, Suggestive, no actual smut but 18+

paring: Henry V (Hal) x female reader

a/n: should I make a full imagine about this instead of a drabble? Idk I'm kinda inspired but it won't be until after my finals next week 😩 also I feel like these suck bc I don't have much time to write them 😑😑

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"Once again, cousin, you are thought to be a lucky man." The Duke nods at the king, meeting his line of sight out the window. The Duke's three young children laughing and giggling as you chase them in the dewy grass.

The hem of your dress is starting to soak through and staining green under the moss. The king knew this all so well, he was in fact lucky. The sight alone is enough to cause a hunger deep inside his stomach.

A fire that cannot be tamed, the flames ignite warmth in his veins and belly. A desire he cannot seem to burn out. The desire to impregnate you, fill you with his sons and daughters, many of them.

For the last few weeks all he could think about is waking up next to you with a swollen stomach, breast round with milk to nurture his children. Hal watches the way you look towards him and he's never thought you looked more free. While most women scowl at the thought of a dirty dress you welcome it, truly, one of the reasons he loves you so.

You smile at him and wave while squishing your cheek to one of the younger boys in a tight hug, picking up the toddler and rocking him back and forth. Suddenly, his thoughts are only filled with an babe in your arms that resemble all the beautiful parts of you and him but also another in your stomach, just far along to see the small bump, feel it under his hands.

"Yes, yes I am but as you as also, you have been blessed with many beautiful children."

***

All throughout the rest of the night you can't help but notice his flirty gaze, the cheeky touches along with the excessive kisses. It wouldn't be so odd, if it wasn't for the fact that he had company but he didn't seem to care any longer.

The moment you're alone in the chambers, a large hand cups your rear and squeezes softly before he turns you around to face the wall.

"What has gotten into you?" The giggle vibrates against his neck, makes him suck harsh marks with the intent of leaving them behind for days against the nape of your neck.

Hip bones pushed into the table while Hal boxes in behind you, pinning you against the surface as he continues to press kisses against any uncovered flesh he can find. Though he is behind and you cannot see him, those hazel eyes are filled with a darkening lust and it is proven as the hard line of his erection presses against your rear. "I have a confession."

The whispered words causes the hairs of your neck to stand up as the other starts to undo the laces of your corset. "What is it, my love?"

"All I can think about is you full with my babe, giving me sons and daughters, a family."

With this said you pause, stiffening almost instantly. Of course it was bound to happen, it must but it truly caught you at surprise, it came out of no where.

"Can we do that?" His hand affectionately cups your throat, using his fingers to turn your head just the slightest so you can see him out of the corner of your eyes. "Can you give me a family, sweet girl? I want nothing more then to see you around with my children, fill you with them.."

The way he talks is so filthy but loving, it dries your throat instantly, a hand comes up your skirt, hovering where you want him most. Waiting and waiting for him to make a move until a kiss against your jaw confirms he's waiting for consent, "Yes, yes, please. Want to have your heirs, Hal, please."

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[holdontorogers]

dumbification with steve? innocence kinda corruption kink too if u wanna

࿐ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬.𝐫.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; nomad!Steve x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; You were on Steve’s side during the Civil War events, now you had to go undercover, just like him. After a few months apart, Steve has missed you more than both of you could’ve imagined. But he will surely make sure you know that.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1,500

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI, porn with little no plot, swearing, dumbification, mocking (dumb girl, cockdrunk), pet-names (pretty girl, honey, sweetheart), corruption kink, dom!Steve, face-fucking, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, size kink (Steve is huge, reader doesn’t think it will fit), slight breeding kink (Steve cums inside reader).

𝐚/𝐧; GIF NOT MINE CREDITS HERE. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Made this with Nomad!Steve bc 🤤 why not? Okay, I didn’t expect to go so far out with this one but oh God. I guess writing smut is my new passion lol.

It has been months since he even heard from you. After a while running together, you ended up going separate ways. He wanted you. It was that simple. And at this point, after all of the events that led him to go undercover and a fugitive, he couldn’t care less. All he knew is that he wanted to cross lines with you, tonight.

You barely recognized him when he arrived at your new hidden place. The calm blue ocean that once shaped his eyes seemed dark and dangerous now. Those angelic eyes and clean face were replaced by wild, almost animalistic eyes. And the beard. Oh, Lord, the beard. You whimpered at the feeling of it rubbing your skin when he hugged you. You also didn’t think Steve could get bigger — but there he was. Broader shoulder, stealth suit fitting his muscles perfectly, and an evil smirk on his face.

“How you’ve been sweetheart?” the pet-name sending shrives down your spine. You simply stare at him, taking in all his features. “Did you lose your words, honey?” your eyes widened at his words, the blue in his eyes almost disappearing as they grew darker. Steve licked his lips staring at you, you could feel the pooling in your panties just by staring at him. Unable to move or do anything thing. You wanted him, it was that simple.

The only problem is that this Steve seemed dangerous, experienced, rough; and you barely knew how to do a proper blowjob at best, lacking much of the experienced he seemed to master by now. But you knew that for him you would do it. Whatever he asked, you were his. Ready for whatever he was willing to give up. You bit your lower lips, lost in your thoughts.

Steve held a groan, the sight of you pressing your thighs together as you looked at him playing hoops in his mind. He left a heavy breath, his dagger eyes focused on all your movements. He could smell your arousal from his place. Carefully, he went forward, cupping a side of your face with his hand.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” his voice was heavy just like his stare. “I’m…” Fuck, did you forgot how to speak? Was he that intoxicating? “You…” he mocked “I need to know what you want so I can give it to you, my dumb girl” his fingers caressed your cheek, as you felt your blood rushing through your body. You leaned to his touching, biting your lips hard so a moan wouldn’t escape. What was he doing to you?

“My dumb baby” he taunted “can’t barely contain the sweet sounds when I touch you” you closed your eyes and swallowed, addicted to the sound of his voice and his fingertips. “Gotta tell me what you want, put that pretty mouth of yours to use” your eyes widened at his words.

“I want you to ruin me” this time the words didn’t fail to leave your mouth. Steve had a satisfied smile on his face, dragging his thumb to your parted lips. You took them in, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, a low, strangled groan escaping his mouth at the sight.

“On your knees, pretty girl” he commanded, and you quickly sunk down to your knees. “Wanna see that pretty mouth of yours having a reason for being so out of words” he stated while undoing his belt and lowering his pants. The bulge clear in his boxers watering your mouths and making you wonder if it would fit later.

“Steve” you mumbled, after his cock sprang free from the restraining underwea. “it won’t fit” you blinked a couple of times. Steve chuckled at your words “Oh, my dumb gir, already so needy for my cock” he pouted, mocking your expression “it will fit, don’t worry. Just wait for it” he promised. You gulped and turned your eyes back to his shaft. “Now,” his authoritative tone made you look at him “Tongue out, sweetheart” another barked command, another order you followed promptly. “Eyes on me” he tilted your chin so you could actually look into his eyes, you nodded complying to all his demands.

You could taste the salty pre cum as you licked and sucked on his reddened tip. Sweet moans leaving your lips at the feeling, Steve’s hand threw back in pleasure. He gripped your hair and started thrusting into your mouth, leaving no spacing for breathing. You tugged on his thighs for support, gagging as his cock reached the back of your throat, tears falling down your eyes. The sounds and your current state only made Steve grew harder in your mouth, seeking his own release, using your mouth at his mercy.

“Doing so good for me, my dumb girl” he purred “gonna cum all over your face, fuck” he promised, almost losing his mind at the feeling “then have you bent over and dripping with my seed after I fuck you stupid” he whispered, his words fading as his release approached, curses leaving his mouth. The sounds he was making became your new favorite, he was in control but his flushed look, parted lips, groans and moans were all because of you. You hollowed your cheeks, and continue to let him use you. Suddenly he removed himself slightly as you felt hot, salty cum filling your mouth. You swallowed all he had for you, licking your lips afterwards.

Looking at him with flushed, innocent eyes, Steve pulled you up by your hair, kissing you. Teeth, tongue and his taste in your mouth mixing together in a passionate and rough kiss. Steve finally started undressing you, his lips never leaving your body. He sucked on your lips and moved to your neck, he could bruise the skin that his mouth captured. Steve wanted to let everyone know who you belonged to. As he sucked on one of your boobs, his large hands cupped the other, squeezing and pulling your nipples, making you whine for more. His fingers found your panties ripping the fabric and throwing away.

Steve removed his remaining clothes, lifting you up and placing you in the couch arm. His fingers found your pussy as he groaned at how wet you were “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me” his fingers spread your arousal through your cunt, tracing every inch, the fraction at your clit making you nearly jump. Steve pushes two fingers into you at once, stretching you open, delighting himself at how well you took them. “Feel so good squeezing my fingers, can’t wait til it’s my cock” he hissed. His thumb starting circling your clit, the pressure building inside you. You felt dizzy, numb to the feeling, gripping his shoulders as you came, hard. The coil in your stomach turning into white, hot, unimaginable, pleasure. Steve licked his fingers clean and moaned at the taste.

With an evil smile, he turned you easily, bending you over, exposing your ass and pussy for him. With a few strokes on his cock, his was ready to ruin all men for you. You whine at his tip teasing your entrance. Steve wasn’t gentle, burring all of him at once, barely giving you time to adjust to his size, impossibly stretching you to fit all of him. He started at a slow, agonizing pace, teasing you. It worked, you whined, grabbed at any resemblance of balance you could find. Almost sobbing for him to stop the torturous pace.

“Steve, I” you whined his name and his cock twitched inside you. “So cockdrunk already?” he mocked “Can’t even form words” he slowed even more, yet you thought it was impossible. “Fa-aster” you tried “Plea—” no warning, his hips started thrusting harder and faster. The pace settled made you feel the coil to form again, his dick sinking into you at every thrust. “My dumb girl” he said with raspy voice “So fucked out by me, won’t even be able to think after I’m done with you”. You could only moan his name, a mess of incoherent whines, sobs and curses leaving your lips.

Steve’s pace lost his rhythm, his release approaching. He started rubbing circles around your clit, pushing you towards the edge with him. It was all too much, the feeling of your walls contracting around him, his thumb in a perfect pace, the fact that it was Steve. You reached your orgasm soon enough, giving Steve the green light to pursue his own release. It was like shockwaves all over his body, his cock buried deep inside you, his hot cum warming you. Steve collapsed on your back, his cock beginning to soften, still inside you.

After a few heavy breaths, Steve removed himself, watching his cum dripping from your cunt, down to your thighs. He grabbed you in his arms and turned you to face him, rubbing his hand through your face. “Guess we need to clean you up” he offered, a sweet, tired smile on your lips. After that night Steve knew that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t leave you ever again. He would make sure to take care of you, protect you. No matter what.

[bubbledumbbinch]

This time I have a stupid scenario in my head so pls indulge a little- some reactions for dorm head when their drunk S!o kisses them in front of their dorm mates ft. the other guys too😂 cant even imagine Sebeks reaction after seeing his waka sama be frenched by y!n

Hi hi!!! This was so fun to write LOLL

A/N: some of this is kinda suggestive, but this is SFW. Stuff I write is mostly NSFW so keep in mind before yall follow!

Riddle Rosehearts

He turns bright red when you lean over to kiss him passionately on the lips! He would probably kiss back for a second but then pull away once he realizes who he's in front of!!! Riddle would not kiss you, especially not in front of other people!!! It might ruin his reputation as a dorm leader! He’s still so bright red as he touches his lips and remembers what you did…

ADeuce are both HORRIFIED. They knew you guys were dating but they are like so sick to their stomachs. I mean they're happy for you but get a room!!

Trey is happy for Riddle that he's found someone! But kinda looks away embarrassed, he doesn't want to stare and wants to give you some respect.

Cater would try to take out his phone to snag a cute picture or is it blackmail? Only to be upset when Riddle has already pulled away from you. He wished he could get a cute memory of you guys!

Leona Kingscholar

He is shocked but isn't pulling away. Leona deepens the kiss with his tongue and you moan into his mouth, causing him to smirk. After a few seconds he stops which makes you whine. He teases you about being so bold in front of other people. He tells you he’s the only one who should see you this passionately.

Ruggie would say "Blech!! Get a room..." and walk away. He felt like seeing that ruined his appetite and he is annoyed for at least half of the day.

Jack would be silently shocked and just turn away, a small blush coating his cheeks. He would excuse himself and leave too.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul knows that face you’re making at him. Those are bedroom eyes and your face is headed for his! You smash into his lips, pulling his head closer to yours. Azul is extremely embarrassed because you did it right in front of the twins! He pulls away which leaves you whining. Azul’s glasses are foggy as he whispers in your ear that he will indulge you later.

Jade’s eyebrows raise and he lets out a “Fufufu~” when Azul pulls away. He is happy that Azul has someone to care about him but he wonders if you know any decency! Then he remembers all the drinks you “sampled” at the lounge and doesn’t mind.

“Eeh, Shrimpy and Azul are so close!! She’s practically squeezing him!” Floyd giggles furiously. He’s amused at the sight, especially Azul’s blushing!!

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim feels you tug on his shirt at a party at Scarabia. Once he finally turns around he’s met with your lips smashing against his own, your tongue already asking for entrance. Of course Kalim indulges you! He’s giggling into the kiss and you are happily tugged into a hug where he wraps his arms around you.

Jamil sits shocked with his mouth open!! He has to tap Kalim on the shoulder to remind him to not do this in public with so many dorm members watching. “Huh?! Whyy?! But I love Y/N~” Kalim would whine incessantly as Jamil dragged you both into Kalim’s room to finish where you left off.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil would simply stop you. He is not going to let you ruin his makeup right in front of his dorm members, and ESPECIALLY not Epel! Vil is trying to teach him how to be a gentleman, so you will not be able to make out with him until you’re both in the privacy of his room.

Rook praises your boldness and loves the way you are ready to show love to Vil so easily! Doesn’t perceive that you were drunk, just thinks you really really love Vil at the moment :)

Epel stares with wide eyes in horror when you lean in to kiss Vil. He sighs a breath of relief when you are stopped though. He doesn’t really need to see PDA, for him it would be like a kid saying “Eww!” to their own parents kissing lol

Idia Shroud

Idia pauses his game to look over to where your face was and is met with a kiss! He instantly turns pink from blushing when you try to deepen the kiss. He’s flustered but likes the intimacy, but he stops you because he remembers. Ortho is there. Idia worriedly whispers to you he doesn’t want Ortho to see him making out with you, even in your drunken state you can understand that.

Ortho giggles. He’s happy for Idia! He doesn’t realize the intimacy you two were about to get into, no thoughts head empty for lil ol Ortho.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus hears you say his name seductively. He turns his head to see you giving him bedroom eyes - to which he smirks at. Quickly you lean in, no - actually dive into, his face. Malleus smiles into the kiss and returns the same amount of passion you started with, holding a hand on the small of your back and pulling you closer.

Malleus doesn’t realize the PDA is so bad until Lilia has to stops him. Lilia has a hand on Malleus’s shoulder to silently tell him to retreat to his dorm room. “Oh, young love!”

Silver is silent but blushes lightly at the sight. He’s happy for his young master and you. He hopes one day he could find a love like that, or at least dream about it soon…

Sebek. Is. HORRIFIED. How dare you become so well acquainted with the young master?! He can’t take it. He’s about to stop you until he sees Malleus himself take initiative to deepen the kiss. He gasps audibly and watches in shock! Lilia laughs at him and tells him it’s okay. It’s not okay for him!!!

[prolix-yuy]

Chapter 4: All Good Times are Yours to Keep

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: A negotiation. A misstep. An understanding. Another surprise.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: E, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of a female body, breast play, kinda fingering (f receiving), grinding, dirty talk, mention of past shitty bedroom experiences (not explicit), brief moment of discomfort (Mando gets a little ahead of himself, but they talk)

Notes: Thank you to everyone who's read up to this far! It's been a real fun time getting back into writing and it blows me away that people are actually reading it! From here on out we're getting smutty, so buckle up your butts and enjoy the debauchery.

Cross-posted on AO3

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That one word – yes – closes the space between him and you. You open your eyes and he is an expanse of flaking paint on metal, rough-looking fabric and solid flesh. Your arms uncross and go to touch his chest (he’s practically on top of you) before you stop them midair. Your fingers roll into fists as a too-loud giggle bubbles out. He leans back and tips his head to the side again but doesn’t move those light fingers from your jaw.

“I have no idea how to do this,” you say between spasms of nervous giggles.

“You mean…” Mando goes to step back, his implication clear.

“No! No, I’ve…I mean, this isn’t…this isn’t my first blurrg ride.” You were absolutely going to die of embarrassment. Who says that? But Mando’s laugh is warm and kind.

“Okay, that would have made this a much different night.” Something blooms softly in your chest. You weren’t expecting this. Well, you weren’t expecting any of this but especially not this.

(gentleman)

“I mean, I’m not sure how to do…all of this,” you say, indicating all that Mando encompasses to you – the armor, him. He nods once, quick, then crowds up to you and takes you in his arms. The fingers on your jaw become a large hand curving around the back of your neck, the other hand caressing around your hip to rest on your lower back. You prepare yourself for something more – a rough push onto the bed, a grope, anything – but Mando just holds you there, the circle of his arms soothing, your face turned up to look into the black T visor. You can’t see much in the half light of the room, but you feel that he’s looking at you. You hope you’re looking into his eyes and not his forehead.

“If this isn’t your first ride…” You wince at the reminder of your word vomit, flushing at the double entendre. “...then I’m sure you have expectations.”

(lips tongues teeth fingers nails sweat moans skin)

“The helmet stays on,” he begins. He’s speaking slowly, deliberately to you and while most of the noise is filtered through the helmet you swear you can almost hear the man underneath it. A bassy voice, a bedroom voice.

“The armor too…” he pauses but you don’t interrupt. “…within reason.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. It makes your face warm just a fraction and a small smile creeps up, which he encourages with a swipe of his thumb below your ear. “Okay?”

So no kissing. No mouth on your skin…or tongue between your legs (damn). Barely any skin to touch at all, it sounds like. He’s giving you the option to back out. There are rules.

“Okay,” you whisper back, finally letting your fingers touch the chest plate of his armor. It’s rough, beaten up and bludgeoned back into shape, much like you imagine him under it.

“I’m good with my hands,” he offers, lightly squeezing the curves of your back as he presses you into him, “and good with this as well.” You can feel the cockiness in his voice and then (DANK FARRIK) his actual cock pressing against your stomach. You aren’t a great judge of size under clothing, but he feels thick and hard and like something you may need to work up to.

“Thank the Maker for that.” The joke falls flat on your tongue but the giggles have returned with a vengeance. “Sorry, sorry, I’m…I’m more nervous than I thought. This is…I haven’t been…in this position…” You’re digging yourself in deeper and you worry maybe he wants an out. But this man you’ve known less than 3 hours hums deeply and lets you breathe. You press your forehead against his chest, willing your heartbeat to slow.

“Then thank you for allowing me in your bed.” His voice stops your rambling with a quiet gasp and you breathe against the rust-red metal. The hand on the back of your neck travels down your spine and you miss the warmth of it briefly before he gathers the hem of your shirt in both hands. “May I?”

(so polite)

(please tear it off me)

“Yes.” You breathe that word, that beautiful word again as Mando steps back to drag your shirt over your head, his knuckles brushing along your sides and up your arms as you lift them. You are suddenly bare in front of him, breast band long since discarded, and he admires you with the slowly roaming T-visor. Everything feels more intense now that he’s got you half naked in front of him, but you try to quash down the shyness thrumming under your skin.

He tosses the shirt away (hope I can find that in the morning) and lets his gloved hands drag along your sides, sliding up your twitching stomach and ribs, between your breasts before lifting to rest again on your shoulders, thumbs stroking your collar bone.

“Mesh'la.” He breathes out a foreign word and a sudden rush of need drives you to touch him. The vambrances are cool under your fingers but the gloves are almost as supple as skin. You squeeze them, the reality of this warrior drinking you in loosening your tongue.

“Maker, Mando, you're...beautiful,” you whisper, and at first you think you’ve surprised him. He watches you for a moment, completely still, then something releases in Mando. His breath sounds like a bull rancor’s, puffing behind the metal barrier as he drags his fingers down to the waist of your pants. He drops to one knee, stripping the fabric off your thighs and calves in one smooth motion. The helmet is level with your crotch and the stifled groan he makes at the sight of you absolutely bare before him makes your pelvic floor drop. Heat begins to build between your legs but he doesn’t stand after you kick your leggings to the side. Instead he grips the back of your thighs and rests his forehead (the helmet’s forehead?) against your belly. The contrast of the cool metal on your heated skin makes you shiver as he prays at the altar of your sex.

“Couldn’t stop looking at you,” he murmurs as his hands knead the backs of your thighs. You tentatively place both your hands on the crown of the helmet, feeling it tilt and turn with the wearer. It’s smoother than the chestplate and significantly less beaten up. You’ve heard of beskar, again from your textbooks, and the incredible shine and beauty of the helmet confirms it. Your fingers dance lightly on the seams and grooves, your hands coming to rest on either side. It feels sacrilegious to leave fingerprints on it.

Mando stands up the moment any weight rests on the helmet and you snatch back your hands, afraid of offending him. You wait for a reprimand but instead he’s leading you back towards the bed.

“Lay down. Lay down and let me tell you what I’m going to do to you.” If you thought you were aroused before, the absolute sin in his voice makes your cunt slick with pleasure. You sit on the edge and he drops again to one knee, a rush of possessiveness coming over you (mine chose me praises me). His hands roam with more fervor now, pulling yours to rest on his shoulders, dragging his own heavily down your back, but not touching where you ache the most.

“First, I’m going to open you up for me. Gonna make this pussy cum at least twice before I even take my cock out,” he says as he spreads your knees wide and drags his hands up to caress your hips.

(holyshitholyshitholyshit)

His words are filthy and you want to be in the same headspace he’s in but you’re doubtful you’ll be able to get even one orgasm. Not for lack of trying (or lack of complete gut-churning arousal) but you’ve barely cum once with any partner. Though you’re rethinking your skepticism with how fucking turned on this litany is making you feel.

“Then once you’re ready, more than ready, I’m going to slide into this…” he pauses to drink in the soft wet mess between your legs. You instinctively try to slam your knees shut but fighting the tides would be a more worthy endeavor. “…into this perfect pussy and try not to cum instantly.” The short giggle he pulls from you earns you a squeeze to the inside of your thighs before he crushes you against his chest, grabbing handfuls of flesh from your back, your shoulders, the dimpled flesh above your ass. You try to scoot your open cunt back from his stomach, afraid that you’ll smear your arousal onto his clothed stomach, but he growls (actually growls Maker that’s hot) and keeps you pulled tight to him.

“Fuck, Mando…” you whine, your mouth where his ear would be if not surrounded by metal. The gloves are soft and supple on your skin but you want just a little more, to ask for one small thing, one tiny amendment to the rules. “Can…can you…” He pulls back to look at you and you already feel wrecked. Your lips are wet and loose, your fingers gripping the fabric around his neck as you try to organize your request in your head. He waits, cupping your face and tracing your lower lip with the tip of his thumb.

“Can you take off your gloves?” You barely moving your lips to speak, willing yourself to ask with more force than you manage. You can’t look in the visor, ready for an admonishment.

He strokes your hair back from your face. “Of course Mesh’la.”

When he stands up a rush of cold assaults you, and without him there to wrap your legs around you close them. He stalks back to the end of the bed and begins to unclasp and remove his artillery – a bandolier strapped across his chest, the belt holding his blaster (much smaller than the euphemistic one), his dark cloak and a ring of charges wrapped around his calf – before placing them on top of the linen chest. Last he peels his gloves off, revealing golden skin with thick fingers and wide square palms. Your mouth waters at the sacred sight.

He pauses, watching your observation as he flexes the joints briefly. The muscles and tendons hint at the strength behind those hands and you feel your cunt clench at the thought of them inside you. Scooting back on the bed, you sit facing him, your face wild with anticipation. His steps are reminiscent of a stalking predator, soft and smooth. He settles both bare hands on the bed by your ankles and begins to crawl up to you (holyfuckingshit he is going to make you cum untouched), his head cocking at the hitch in your breath.

You lean back on your elbows as his body begins to cover your own. The helmet drifts down to skim over your skin so lightly it makes your entire body clench. When it slides over one nipple, the cold slip of it pulls a low moan from you.

You slap a hand over your mouth but Mando rips it away, wrapping both hands around your waist and sliding your hips down against his spread thighs in a smooth, forceful motion. His hands are hot and dry, lightly rough and the sensation against your soft skin is electric.

“I want to hear every noise I pull from you tonight. Don’t you save a single one.” The demand in his words drags another moan from your lips, quieter and wavering. Mando straightens up high on his knees above you, rolling his shoulders back and squeezing your thighs in supreme satisfaction. You are a feast at his lap and the anticipation of him devouring you makes your hands shake.

“Perfect.” His voice has dropped whole octaves and the soft touches have given way to something stronger, more purposeful. He walks his hands up beneath your breasts, fingers dipping into each rib as he explores. You roll your hips against nothing, Mando’s own arched well above yours, his hum of appreciation spurring you on.

“Mando, fuck, I’m so kriffing turned on right now, please.” You never begged a partner for anything, but then again, you never had anyone offer the delights he was tempting you with.

You barely stop speaking when those gorgeous hands cover your breasts, capturing your hard nipples between the webbing of his first and middle fingers. Your back arches and he hisses as you drag your hips higher up his thighs and bridge your back. The friction you crave is still so far, the muscles of your abdomen trembling with want.

Mando’s fingers dimple your breasts, alternating between cupping the weight of one and sliding the pads of his fingers around the nipple of another. It’s sweet torture, unpredictable (almost reverent). You can’t contain the little gasps and keens even if you tried.

“Do you like this? Do you want more?” he asks as if he can’t see how your body reacts to his careful touches. You whine and spasm under him, the tiny jolts of pleasure he’s pulling from you forcing your eyes back into your head.

“Fuck, it’s good, it’s good,” you breathe out, hands fisting into your hair, the sheets, whatever you can reach. Mando presses his thumb firmly against your hardened peak and traces fast circles. Your hips buck and he murmurs praise over your writhing body.

“...barely started and you’re already so turned on, makes me so hard to watch, Maker that noise, keep making it, fuck, can you cum like this? Gonna make you cum any way you can dream of…”

(you are absolutely going to cum)

Just as the sensations start to make your skin itch and the desire to have those hands on your cunt threatens to snap your spine in half, he removes them. Your eyes flash to him and he’s watching you with a posture you are guessing is smug.

“Patience,” he tuts, and a flash of frustration crosses your face. “We have all night.” The promise in his voice makes your thighs press against the outside of his. His strength is unrivaled but you can’t help squeezing hard against him. You whine and reach up to grab for something, anything he’ll give you. Your fingers skim his upper arm before he wraps his hand (warm dry rough strong) around your wrist. With a slow press, careful of your elbow, he pushes your wrist down next to your head. His body leans and his head hovers over yours, draping you in shadow.

“This what you want?” he hums, and his other hand slides under your lower back. The flat of his palm presses your hips up off the bed and your cunt finally presses against the thick line of his cock. You moan again, nodding as he lets out a small sigh at the friction.

(hewantsithewantsittoomakerplease)

You can feel him pressing softly into your core, not enough to build a fire yet but enough to feel the outline of his cock slip along the seam of your cunt. He’s still holding your hips up off the bed as he drops to his elbow. The hand on your wrist moves up to lace with your fingers. It takes your breath away for a moment, an unexpected tender touch. His fingers are thick between yours, stretching your joints pleasantly. You stroke your thumb against the rough skin of his index finger and his breath stutters.

He only indulges you for a few shallow rolls of his hips, then he’s lowering you back to the bed.

“Mando, please…” you whisper, your lips dry from all the heavy panting you’ve been doing. He slips his hand out from under your body and lays it flat on your stomach. You seize with need.

“Distracting,” he says, but it’s affectionate. “I told you…twice.”

You open your mouth to shoot back a quip - something like I’m surprised you have enough blood going to your head with what’s in your pants - but you’re cut off by the downward path of his fingers. It’s achingly slow and the scratch of his calloused skin ramps up your anticipation. You lift your hips up again and he shakes his head at your neediness.

“Maker, you’re going to end this before I’ve even started. Lay back and let me do this,” he scolds, unlacing his fingers and pushing himself up to arch over you. At the sharp words you still beneath him, your eyes focused on the ceiling. Mando continues to slide his hand down where you want it but now your body is locked up. You force yourself to take a couple breaths to ground you in the moment, not where your mind is taking you. The echoes of harsh words, exasperations and snaps while bare and vulnerable deaden your ears to the room you’re in now. Mando is preoccupied with his teasing touches, but when he looks up to see your brows knit together he stops.

“Was that too much?” Everything slams to a halt. His hand skims quickly up to rest in the center of your chest. His fingers pet at your skin softly, the motion soothing and releasing a small piece of the tension you’re holding. You shake your head, smiling at Mando and banishing the memories as best as you can.

(he’s only here for the night, he doesn’t need your baggage)

The visor holds on you, his body so still it makes you fidget. You move to sit up, to entice him with a handjob or with your mouth on him, anything to make him stop looking at you like that. Like he’s trespassed and should repent. The hand on your sternum keeps you still while his thumb keeps rubbing circles on the skin beneath it.

“You didn’t like it, the way I spoke to you.” It’s a statement, not a question. Your eyes dart away and grind the skin of your lower lip between your teeth, trying to summon up the words to make this moment pass. He adjusts the placement of his knees before sliding both arms behind your back. “Around me,” he says in your ear and you comply, wrapping your arms around his neck. You have a moment to acknowledge the armor is cold against your chest before Mando is lifting you up into his lap. His hips slot easily between your soft thighs as he sits back on his heels, settling you high on his powerful thighs. One thick arm wraps around your lower back while his knuckle strokes under your chin. You thought Mando would be all solid muscle coiled to strike, but his arms are plusher than you expected, his stomach powerful but soft against yours. Leaning you back enough to see him, he holds you there like you weigh nothing.

“If something bothers you, or I’m doing something you don’t like, tell me. I want you to feel as good as you’re making me feel right now.” His voice is soft, coaxing you to relax. You nod and he stops the motion with a firm touch to your chin, head cocking at your contradiction.

“Yes, I will. Sorry,” you say. His hand smooths across your cheek. You expected this to be a lot rougher, more forceful and fast, Mando taking what he needed from you and you accepting whatever you could get in the aftermath. But he’s taking so much time with you it makes your heart hurt.

“Nothing to apologize for. I like to hear when I’m doing a good job.” His hand starts to move back down your body, his fingers pausing over the swells and dips to stroke deeper, to indulge in your unique shape.

“You are. Doing an amazing job,” you reply, relaxing more under his touch. “Don’t let it go to your head,” you add, and with your bodies pressed so tight you can feel the way his indignant huff comes from his diaphragm. He continues to knead and stroke and grab at your flesh, eliciting moans and sighs you bury against his shoulder.

“I can’t believe how good you feel,” you sigh, lips dragging against the coarse fabric. Mando makes a pleased humming sound, his hips pressing forward against you again. The next phrase hangs on your lips, afraid to ask a question you might not like the answer to. But Mando is responsive under your hands as you press your fingers over his shoulders, stroking over the muscles and clasping behind his neck.

“How good am I making you feel?” you purr, and it might be the sexiest thing you’ve asked any partner. You’ve had a few men in your bed, but whether it was nerves or shyness you’ve never teased, never tried to entice a partner to lavish you with praise. Always asking if you were doing something right or if they were liking it, but never if you were the reason. But with Mando now flexing his arm behind your back and hurrying his hand between your thighs you feel bold.

“So kriffing good Mesh’la,” Mando grits out as you pull away to watch him. He looks up at you, beautific in the soft light of the room, and presses his forehead against yours. The cool metal warms quickly against your skin and a word skitters through your mind (kiss) before Mando’s fingers slipping into your folds brings blissful silence.

He slides through your slickness slowly as you react to his touch, lightly teasing at your entrance before dragging up to your clit. A few gentle circles spread your arousal and you keen at the slow fire he’s building in you. Your eyes close but you keep your forehead pressed to Mando’s, gripping the fabric at his shoulders as your hips jerk. His thick thighs hold you open as he slides back down to bring more slick to your clit. A few passes and his fingers glide against you so smoothly you rock against them with little resistance. Your orgasm approaches quickly (all that buildup) and you let go of the shyness and embarrassment you were holding so tightly.

“Mando, fuck, yes, that’s so perfect, can’t believe you’re here doing this to me, Maker I can’t…can’t believe I’m going to…kriff, on your fingers I’ve never cum on…Mando don’t stop, please this is perfect, so perfect, you feel so good, let me…I need…need you…fuck…” Mando picks up speed and pressure just enough to drive all sense out of your words as he spills his own.

“Fuck, yes, cum on my fingers, haven’t even gotten inside you yet and you’re gonna cum on me, kriff, kriff you’re so wet, I’m gonna love this pussy, gonna spend so much time making you cum over and over, yes, yes Mesh’la, cum just like this, let me see it…”

Your body tenses and he moans, watching you succumb to your peak. After the first wave your hips buck hard and fast, chasing your orgasm. The rough weave of his pants coupled with the stiff edges of his cuisses mark the back of your things as you let your orgasm wash over you. Mando grips you tighter and presses the heel of his hand against your clit, palming your cunt as you rock and whine through the aftershocks. His name becomes a chant on your lips as you come down.

“Mando…Mando…Mando, fuck, I…” you try to say, but he pulls your body against his and your head lolls against his shoulder. The deep breath you take of his neck assaults you with layers of nondescript fabric scent, the sweat of exertion, and sun-baked warmth. His hand strokes soothingly up your back, the skin tacky from your sweat. He doesn’t remove his other hand from your cunt, holding you there as you feel your sticky cum coat his palm.

You both sit in silence, him maybe breathing heavier than you, before he speaks.

“One.” The wicked smile in his tone makes you lean back to look in the impenetrable black T. He tilts his head to the side and while locked in his gaze pushes one thick slippery finger into you. The shift of expression from sated to mildly confused to shock to pleasure pulls a “That’s it Mesh’la,” and a possessive growl through the vocoder.

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[chans-bad-girl]

I just read through all of your works and I love how you write. That changbin one had me 🥵💨. I also like your skz reactions a lot! I never requested anything like this, but I was wondering if you could do a skz reaction to you having a mark kink? Like bruises and scratches, things like that lol. Or like maybe just one members reaction? Whatever works for you! Thanks 💖

Skz reactions: marking kink

!!Beware: mature content ahead!!

hard kinks/trigger warnings: none? (feel free to lmk if I should add something)

warnings (but in short because we're not trying to write the length of a grocery list for a wedding): switch!skz and reader engaging in sexual activities of which the focal point of my elaboration is the marking kink

Chan

how long would it take for him to lose his mind, you ask?

.01 second

because the literal millisecond you say marking kink he's sucking on your neck

"one more so you can remember me when I'm gone."

and when you accidentally scratch his back a bit he goes

"you like em on me too?"

then says you can scratch his back all you want

will know from the way you dimple your fingertips in his skin how close you are

loves sucking on your lip for good measure after he left your thighs and collarbones all bruised with hickeys

"look, you're literal art. with love bites."

Minho

greet the master of teasing (after seungmin djdjdjd)

"you want me to suck here?"

will only lightly kiss your tummy first

then move to your thighs

and his face: gone

all you get to sense of him is his mouth sucking hickeys

u bet this sneaky mf will have the hickeys spell out a crooked m

loves the thought of marking you with a "making you his"-connotation

"now everyone knows you belong with me."

cuming in you is his personal favorite though

likes when you're cunning with it too and do little things like nibble on his earlobe

soft strokes on his back that gradually turn to pressing down on his skin

will make him literally lose his mind

watch this man lose every ounce of dominance by the time he's close

Changbin

spanking becomes his primary love language the second you tell him you like being marked

"look at my bunny, such a pretty red ass. all because of master's spankings."

will definitely call you out on how wet you've gotten from it

will also spank your pussy

and loves seeing you squirm as a reaction

isn't a big fan of biting and sucking, really just loves the marks his hands leave (scratching, bruises,...)

and here is the key to make him soft for you: kiss on his thighs or arms, leave some hickeys and mimick his domineering attitude

either he'll call you a brat or just let you do whatever

because when he doesn't have the energy, he likes being reminded how dedicated you are to him

after all, the man's a leo

also, he's soft under that "I like dark"-shell so show him some love

Hyunjin:

his lips

have you seen this man's lips?

damn

so once you say it he'd be a bit confused like

huh marks?

but then he just smiles for a second, looks you in the eye and ambitiously goes for your neck

will also pull at your hair a bit

and nibble at your ear

loves it when you do the same to him

likes leaving hickeys on your collar bones and stays sucking on a spot with a linger

spanks you also but only until some redness appears

when you moan, he moans back

also, please suck his nipples, this man is a sucker for that

Felix

will just smile at you and go at it as a reaction

uses his teeth

bites your bottom lip while you make out

would implement it into foreplay

sucks not only at your nipples but also on your cleavage so it leaves a small mark

not too obvious but if somebody looks there on purpose they'll see

bites at your thighs a bit too before eating you out

wants to try being marked as well

as soon as you get the opportunity to go down on him, you trail hickeys down from his stomach to his pelvis

and he tenses up when you grab his boner and gently suck this pre-cum off his tip

also imagine him moaning and squirming while you go down on him oh my god he's probably the only man that I actively wanna suck off

Jisung

would be the one wanting to be marked

literally before you can even say anything he's already mentioned he likes it

throws his head back to give you better access

closes his eyes when you leave nail imprints on his shoulders because, for him, it's THE sign that he's making you feel good

also likes it a bit messy, meaning that he likes getting lost in your messy hair and the anklet that slaps his back

bonus point if the anklet leaves imprints also

will also give back to you when you give him consent to and actually admit you kinda have uhm a marking kink

will smile at you like "cute that you're so shy about it when you always scream like you're at one of my concerts"

so get ready for Jisung to leave his own little teeth imprints and sucks here and there

Seungmin

ugh will not stop licking spots like a puppy because "can't give you everything at once, don't wanna overwhelm you"

will use that as an excuse you painfully tease you

picks up on all the small turn ons so foreplay will be 50% marking

because he knows it's one of your biggest kinks

will take his time

but I stay thinking that, as soon as he let's go, he'll REALLY let go

like dandy boy Seungmin can't always have a perfectly gentle personality

he cracks

and when you actually ASK him to mark you

so when you actually verbalize what he's already picked up

then, congratulations, you have managed to remove to constraints on the bull

have fun babes😉

also for some reason I feel like he'd be into ropes

so tying you up and then the imprints of them on you

or on him

it's kinda a theme of restriction and letting loose with him

Jeongin

he marks you however it's convenient for him atm

loves to show off his muscles to you

so he'll grip at your hip and leave a little red mark

hold you up against a wall and leave red spots on your torso

loves sucking on your neck and shoulders, especially during missionary

also slapping is a big one with him

loves to see the redness and jiggling of your thighs/ass

when he's in baby bread mood and just likes being taken care of after a long day, he likes some hickeys and how they look at him

maybe also like receiving some scratches on the back

but all in all likes marking you a bit more