#they all need to calm down just a scooch

[iguessitsjustme]

I just listed until I ran out of options. I can keep going. The options are limitless.

[natriae]

to say that Ushijima and your's relationship was a bit unconventional would be an understatement. In the beginning it was hard to even understand if the two of you were together. Everyone was unsure, you two, your friends, bystandards. No one was quite sure what was happening between you two.

Even now it hard to explain how you ended up with the gentle giant. "so when did you two start dating?" they question, leaving you and Wakatoshi dumbfounded by the question. Things have always been the same between you two since the day you met. As tendō put it, you and Wakatoshi have your own language. The two of you don't need to even speak to know what the other wants.

The easiest way to answer that question is when the two of you had your first kiss. To go by the first 'date' wouldn't be easy enough for you guys to pin point. The two of you were always hanging out alone but neither one was sure it was a 'date'. Ushijima was an awkward teenage boy and to say you were awkward too would be an understatement. You doubt the two of you would have even kissed if it wasn't for Tendō attempting at playing cupid.

When Tendō finally was able to get it to click in Wakatoshi's brain that his feelings were in fact more than just platonic it didn't take long for the kiss to happen. You didn't even know Wakatoshi had feelings for you like that.

It was midfall in Wakatoshi's single room dorm when your relationship changed. Society's voices were hard to ignore at this age and all you could focus on was how you were the odd one out. Never been in a relationship— not even a situationship— never kissed anyone, no talking stage. It was hard to relate to those around you, but you always had Wakatoshi there. He made you feel a lot less alone, yet your brain is far to powerful and things got awkward.

You couldn't help but let the devil on your shoulder convince you that there was so much Wakatoshi wasn't telling you. This is the farthest the two of you have been and seeing him not even once a week was unusual. He's quiet. He's always been quiet, but it feels as though that secret langage is fading away. You can't read him like you use too.

The college athlete was changing before your eyes like something clicked while you were away. Almost like he's now too aware of himself. Like he's noticing that his body is to large and confined in his space, but your heart hammered in your chest for you to calm down. He's still Wakatoshi.

He still invited you over and remembered you. He's still the Wakatoshi you've known, yet when he sits down beside you on his bed your stomach begins doing flips. You're nervous. He's never made you nervous.

The large man stares at the tv before him before taking a deep breath. "y/n," his deep voice breaths out quietly. His thick brows draw together as he looks at you. Seeming racking his brain for the right words at this moment. You watch as his chest rises in one long inhale before his adam's apple bobs with a swallow.

You can't read him.

'Ushijima' wants to exit your mouth, but you don't let it. To stunned by his eyes. You lips move with the purpose to open, but never part. You fall slight closer when he finally scooches nearer. His body weight pressing further into the mattress than yours. His olive eyes flicker towards your lips before he takes one final deep breath and moves in. His eyes shut and his long eyelashes flutter before his lips meet yours. It's soft. Gentle. As if he's to scared to hurt you, but when his hand moves to the back of your head you know that he’s just as nervous as you are. He's never done this before. He's still your Wakatoshi, he's just entering a new chapter.

[octoberautumnbox]

Win Trading

fromis_9 Lee Nagyung & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: smut, sloppy handjob, fingerblasting, titsucking a little bit, makeout, mutual masturbation

Word count: 2.0k

a/n: for legal purposes yes this is the june fic :DDDD happy nakko day!

Even though you’re sitting on the living room sofa three and a half meters away from her room, eating your popcorn, and with the TV blaring nonsense, the telltale signs of Nagyung’s frustration still reach you. Agitated clicking and button-mashing noises travel past her door frame and across the hallway to you, letting you know her game isn’t going all that well. The certainty of it sets in when the sounds pause briefly, followed by the unmistakable sound of her mouse being smashed onto her desk. 

Scooch over a little bit to the left, free up some space on the couch. Reach for the yet-closed pack of chips on the coffee table in anticipation of your soon-to-be movie buddy. You know it's bad; the challenge now is figuring out how bad it is. 

Like clockwork, Nagyung stomps out of her room and towards her spot on the couch. She takes her seat next to you, evidently still recovering from her earlier fuming, with her arms crossed and her brow furrowed. You've always known that she looked cute, but there's a certain allure to her when she's angry. The way her brow furrows when she’s mad sets off your cuteness aggression, but for your mutual wellbeing you keep yourself under control. 

Make a show of opening her chips for her – crinkle the plastic pack and exaggerate your arm movements. Offer her her chips and hope it calms her down. Most importantly, avoid eye contact this early on and do not rock the boat. 

Despite your best efforts, her tilt makes itself sorely known. She swats away the pack of chips in annoyance, which still thankfully lands on the coffee table with minimal spill. Nagyung, however, desperately looks for an outlet for her frustrations, and you really can't blame her. It must have been a really bad game. 

She hops on top of you, straddles you, and forces her lips on yours. You meet her halfway and in no time at all your tongue is swirling around hers and sharing spit. A moan escapes her when you hold her waist and pull her close, followed by another when you rub her tummy. She wraps her arms around your neck and you can only imagine what goes through her head when in a position like this.

Keep palming her tummy under shirt, continuing to rub from her abs to her sides to her chest. Move slow, but don’t linger; take your fill of her body, but not so much as to sate her even if it also doesn't sate you. She eats it right up and leaves her wanting more, all at the same time. Grip and squeeze at her weak spots, all the while she grows more desperate with her prolonged connection to your lips. 

You feel her need through her shorts, the warmth emanating from her core tempting you to wander farther down. You do just that, slowly again, pressing her buttons in just the right way to bring out your needy Nakko. You pull her shorts down steadily, and you find she's much more than ready. The gentle breezes of your air-conditioning meet the skin of her ass and thighs, and her exposure to the elements and to you spur her on even more. 

In response, she pulls your pants off too. She's much less careful, much less calculated – strategy thrown out the window and instead caught up in a sinful rush of emotions. Swiftly you lose your pants and underwear, and Nagyung wraps her fingers reverently around your hardening shaft. 

The slow grazes you deliver over her clit are reciprocated with steady strokes on your cock. Each swipe over her sensitive nub elicits another groan of her pleasure, again and again and again, until she finally breaks the kiss and lets a streak of saliva connect your lips. She collects everything she can on her palm before returning to your delicious handjob. 

Your shirt is the next to go, practically torn off in Nagyung's frenzy. She nearly rips the neckline, and you almost admonish her for it, but the only harm being done is how she's left your cock without her hand's immoral pleasure. Her shirt follows, and with her help you're able to do it with only one hand. Even now, you deny her respite from rubbing her clit, and the momentary obstruction of her vision as her shirt is pulled over her head elicits another groan of approval from her. 

And there she sat on your lap, the goddess Lee Nagyung, fully bare for you to ogle and grope as you please. Her perky tits bounce as she jerks your cock with both hands, her gaze intense on your tip as if making you cum would give her the victory she deserved. Her pink nipples are taut, and the moment your free hand makes contact with her chest she throws her head back and gasps in arousal. Your thumb circles her nipple, leading her to bite her lip, just as your other thumb continues to play with her clit unceasingly and in growing need. 

Each time she feels her handjob drying out, she lubricates her palms with more of her spit. She mercilessly continues pumping your cock, her head undoubtedly filling with thoughts of pride that she gets you all to herself. Each time she shoots a cursory look to you, establishing shaky eye contact, her eyes shut again just as you deliver deliciously harsh pinches on her nipples. Soon after, her fingers momentarily part her pussy lips to smear her palm with her slick, before ultimately taking your manhood in between her hands to jerk off again. All the while, she struggles back tears of impatience that she isn't impaling herself on your cock just yet. 

And of course she doesn't; she's a level-headed player in it for the late game. She knows if she holds out that she gets first place in your heart, and the prize that comes with it makes it all the more worth holding out for: riding you raw and getting her tight little fuckhole filled up with your thick and warm seed. 

For now though, she has to settle with rubbing your thick cock with her hands just as you watch her boobs bounce in front of your face. Pull her close, suck and nibble on her stiff nipples, only rub and tease her pussy lips to heighten her need. 

It’s here you find yourself in the ultimate war of attrition: straddling your lap is the sexiest woman in the world naked for you and you alone, pumping your cock with everything she's got and relishing in how shamelessly you feast on her perfect, flawless body. You can't take your eyes off her perfect breasts, how they jiggle and bounce in your face, how every little lick on her sensitive nubs only makes her leak more of her pussy juices for you to fingerfuck her even better. 

The glances you steal of her eyes in the rare times you make eye contact spell disaster for the both of you, as Nagyung eyes your body with a similar lustful desire. The way you look into her soul sends a signal to her mind, and you unconsciously tell her to lick her lips, moan another sultry moan, jerk you off harder. Tears start to well in her eyes as she struggles to keep them open, slowly being overcome with the pleasure you inflict on her sex. It's one thing that she's getting off to you're watching her naked form commit such sinful acts, it’s another to try and get you off to her body, and another still that she's drawing such obscene joy from having your cock in her hands with no other objective in the world than to look pretty for you and make you cum. 

Eventually she stops trying to keep her eyes open anymore, and naturally her tears follow. They run down her cheeks as a pained yet pleasured expression takes over her goddess-like features, signaling her defenses starting to falter. Her head hangs to the side and her hand job grows harsher; you know as early as now that by the end of tonight you're going to be sore for a week. Still, the way she diligently pumps your hard cock with nothing but love and need makes everything worth it, and with how you flex your fingers inside of her and rub the walls of her tight, needy cavern, you’re determined to make it worthwhile for her too.

And true to heart, it works. Your fingers hit every single one of her good spots, even the ones she didn’t know she had, and she practically melts in your hands. Her entire being follows your will, and you manipulate her like she’s just a puppet under your control. 

All good things come to an end, however, and yours is just about up. Nagyung fulfills her mission and, technically, wins the game, and you’re more than happy to let her have this victory (like you had a choice). Her gaze is filled with a sinister lust, and it’s aimed at nothing else in the world but you. Your cock is coated with the perfect amount of her slick, your tip leaking copious amounts of fluids to lubricate even more, and Nagyung has you on the ropes fighting a battle long lost. 

A blinding white flashes in your eyes, your defenses fail, and it all comes crashing down. Your head is thrown back in pleasure, a defeated groan escapes your mouth, and spurts of cum shoot out of you, painting her perfect belly with your thick and warm seed. She doesn't stop rubbing along your entire length in deep and fast strokes, and you could swear she knew everything about you to keep you shooting your baby batter all over her tummy, giving you constant pleasure and squeezing every single drop of your delicious cum for her toned and sexy abs. As the final nail in the coffin, Nagyung abruptly stops pumping your cock, and it shows off how she was in control the entire time. The sudden lack of pleasure forces you to start humping her hands, and she goes crazy at the mere sight of you, eyes shut and fucking the closest thing to her pussy that you have right now.

Her good time inevitably draws to a close as well. In the midst of her relishing in her victory and your warm cum smeared across her midriff, a single well-timed push of her button is what sends her careening over the edge right after you. Just as your finger makes contact with her weak spot, her eyes go from shut impossibly tight to wide open in a matter of milliseconds. Her body seizes, her pussy clenches, and all hell breaks loose. A cry of world-ending release rips through her throat, and her girlcum sprays out of her in streaks, the sheer amount of it coming and coming like it’s the first time she’s ever been touched in ages. Tears fall generously from the corners of her hypnotizing eyes, and her hips jerk and hump against your merciless fingers again and again like it’s the only thing she knows. 

Once it's all over and you’re both unmistakably spent, Nagyung crashes onto your chest, her own chest heaving in life-or-death attempts at getting air back into her lungs. Her arms fall on your shoulders on either side of your head, and she wraps your neck in a hug. At the same time, you withdraw from her abused pussy and pull her in for a hug of your own by her waist. You spend an unknowable amount of time like this, just breathing, just recovering, just you and her. 

Breaking the ice, Nagyung puts all her remaining strength into lifting her head and placing her lips on yours. Of course you reciprocate, but in contrast to the earlier needy and horny making out, your kiss now is tender and loving, as if exchanging thank-yous and greetings of a game well played. 

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a/n: short one this time lmao but i had fun writing it and it was a great experiment to do! thanks as well to @leafostuff for beta and stay tuned for july :>

[rafeandonlyrafe]

three: lila

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, threesome, rafe fucking other girl, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, saving for marriage, religious!reader, unprotected sex, marriage

rafe looks between you and your friend, and you instantly understand what he's asking for.

it's not hard to ask lila to leave the party, to come up to rafes bedroom. she's heard whispers among various friend groups that rafe likes his girls friends and that you have no problem with it either.

“are you sure?” lila asks, blinking up at you as you situate yourself to sit next to her head, her body already stripped naked.

“yeah.” you nod, eyes flickering between her concerned face and rafe undressing, his muscles on show as he lifts his shirt over his head.

“i just always thought you'd participate too…” lilas voice is a whisper, but you both know rafe can hear everything. the room is eerily silent despite the party going on downstairs, the soundproofing blocking anything from coming in or out.

“it's okay.” you swallow thickly. “ill just watch.”

it is okay, or at least, you've grown to be okay with it. you almost never get the spike of jealousy you used to get. you love rafe, and you know this is what you have to do to keep him for now.

“she's saving herself for when i put a ring on her finger.” rafe pipes up.

“oh.” it all makes sense to lila now. why playboy rafe cameron would date you, a devout christian, and why you'd be okay with him fucking other girls. it's because you can't fuck him yourself, not yet, but need to keep him satisfied.

you watch as rafe shoves his shorts and underwear down in one quick motion. it's not about love or passion when he's with these girls.

you can tell from the way he doesn't kiss them, doesn't hold them, merely uses them then leaves them laid slack on the bed.

rafe pushes lilas legs up so she's spread wide. he leans forward and whispers in your ear, the same confirmation he always does. “you're okay with this?”

you nod, and then he thrusts forward.

lilas cry of pain and pleasure has you frowning, hand coming to pet over her hair while rafe fucks into her roughly, not holding back.

you always make sure to bring back friends you won't get jealous of after making the mistake of bringing one of rafes ex's from high school up to his room only to feel the sick feeling of deep seated jealousy rise inside of you, and for you to stop rafe before he finished.

“god, he's-” lila blinks up at you as a tear slips down her cheek, which you quickly wipe away. “he's so big.”

you can't help the smile that comes to your face. you know exactly what you're in for on your wedding night, having watched the way rafe squeezes inside of every girl he's been with.

“y/n.” rafe moans out, needing your eyes on him. you keep petting lilas head but scooch closer to rafe.

“kiss me please.” rafe says, his voice laced with pleasure. you lean forward and press your lips against his, feeling an arm come around your torso and pull you all the way into him.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and part of you feels like he's inside you at that moment, and lila isn't there at all. you moan into rafes mouth, feeling his body move with every thrust, like he's pushing his way inside of your heart and making space for himself, but he already owns every inch of you.

“im buying a ring tomorrow.” rafe grunts against your lips.

you can't help but giggle, knowing tomorrow you'll both sober up and calm down and realize you're too young for marriage and you need to at least give it another year for you to finish your online degree, but that doesn't hold rafes tongue in the heat of the moment.

“i love you.” you coo to rafe.

“fuck.” rafe thrusts harder, you can tell by lilas moans. you pull away from him and move back to kneeling next to her, your hand coming back to pet her hair.

“you gonna cum lila?” you ask, blinking down at her. “it's okay, you can.”

“yeah-” she nods rapidly. “real close.”

you look up at rafe, who frowns slightly before rolling his eyes, hating that his lustful needs brings pleasure to other girls when you're the only one he truly wants to make cum, but he's not cruel, so he drops a thumb to lilas clit and rubs, keeping his eyes on you.

lilas entire body shakes as she cums, and rafe releases moments later into her, but to moans of your name.

“shh, take your time.” you tell lila, dropping a kiss to your friends forehead as she breaths heavily. “you can use the bathroom or whatever you need. you can spend the night here if you have to as well.”

rafe picks you up and doesn't even bother to say another word to lila, she's served her purpose to him.

“bye, lila!” you call out as rafe steps out into the hallway, still completely naked to transport you to the room next door and cuddle up with you like he really wants to. “thanks again!” you call before shutting the door, her body still slackened on the bed, cum dripping out onto the sheets.

“my girl.” rafe presses a kiss to your jaw as he takes you inside the bedroom, shutting and locking the door, no desire to go back to the party.

“you know…” you mumble. “i think i actually do want you to get that ring tomorrow.”

rafe perks up slightly as he sets you down on the bed. “oh yeah?”

“i mean, we'll need to be engaged for a bit so it makes sense, doesn't it?”

“ive already got one in mind.” rafe presses a kiss to your lips.

-- one year later --

“ive-” rafe swallows thickly. “ive literally dreamt about this.”

his cock is lined up with your entrance, your pretty white lace lingerie laying scattered across the floor of the honeymoon suite.

“please.” you whimper, not able to wait a moment longer.

rafe pushes in, and your head tips back as you moan, finally experiencing what you've just seen all those girls feel before. ecstasy. 

[wol-fica]

Tara giving reader head while gaming (gip)

summary - ^ (added some more stuff to make it spicier)

an - now i wanna go to my gfs house

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“Babe?” You called, eyes focused on the screen in front of you, “Can you bring me my water bottle?”

It was a boring Monday afternoon, school being out due to the aggressive snow storm happening outside. You lived off campus, meaning it would be way too dangerous to drive on the icy and slippery streets of New York.

Conveniently, you had your gaming setup at your apartment, which meant you had entertainment for at least a little while instead of just sulking around bored.

Oh, and your girlfriend lives with you, what a plus!

Tara moved in with you about a year after your relationship started, being that she needed time to recover from ghost face and her older sister was not keen on you and her baby sister screwing around all alone.

Sam eventually caved though, and Tara was quick to pack up all of her belongings and move right into your space. Her decoration and tastes were soon mixed with yours, and you both fell into an easy rhythm of living with each other. It was nice to be able to wake up to her, and even nicer having her around whenever you needed her to be.

“Here baby.” Tara said, placing the water bottle on your desk and planting a kiss to your cheek, “How’s the game going?”

“Meh, this quest isn’t that fun.” You murmured, aggressively shooting down an enemy attempting to attack you, “Thank you for bringing me that.”

“No problem.” She replied, resting her hands on your shoulders and rubbing, “Do you know when you’ll be done?”

“Not sure, I don’t know how long this storyline will last.” You said, zoning in on hitting headshots on enemies, “Why? Do you need me for something.”

Tara hummed, leaning down so her mouth was by your ear. Her breath fanned out over your neck, tingling your skin with a warm sting.

“I do need you for…something.” Tara purred, licking along your jugular, “But you seem busy so I’ll just help myself.”

You shuddered, clicking to the pause menu before turning to her, “What do you mean?”

She smirked, walking around until she stood in front of your desk, and kneeled down. She grabbed the legs of your chair, yanking it forward until it was close enough for her chin to rest against your knee. She kissed the exposed skin of your thigh before scooching forward until she was face to face with your crotch.

“Play your game baby, don’t mind me.” Tara said, gazing up at you innocently while waiting for you to unpause your game.

You stared back at her for a moment, weighing your options before slowly bringing your eyes up to the screen and returning to the quest. Once the sound of your game resuming hit Tara’s ears, she eagerly undid the tie of your shorts and pulled the hem down enough to reveal your boxers.

You felt her fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear, and sucked in a breath when she pulled those down as well. She pressed a chaste yet calming kiss to your hipbone before leaning back and taking your tip in between her lips.

“Jesus.” You breathed, gritting your teeth at the small suction she was making with her mouth.

Your hands slid off of your keyboard, wanting to tangle into her hair, but she immediately slapped you away, sinking her teeth into your sensitive skin.

“FUCK!” You winced, looking down at her with wide eyes, “Tara!”

She gave you a look of warning that said “don’t do that again” before opening her jaw wider and taking a few more inches into her mouth. You watched with wide eyes as she hollowed her cheeks and began to suck rhythmically.

The feeling was incredible, being that Tara was an experienced girl and you haven’t had your dick sucked in such a long time that you almost forgot about how good it felt. She made sure to do it just how you liked though, running her tongue along your length and eagerly slurping you down.

She was soon deep throating you, the swollen head of your cock buried in the back of her throat. Your size caused her to gag a bit, but that didn’t stop her from swallowing.

Your orgasm came way faster than expected, building up quite quickly and causing you to loose your senses for a moment.

“Shit.” You groaned, letting the hot knot snap, your cum shooting down her throat, “F-fuck…Tara…”

“Shhh.” Tara murmured, giving your tip a gentle kiss before climbing up into your lap, “Let me take care of you.”

You gulped, inhaling sharply when she positioned herself above your saliva covered cock. She gave you a look, licking her lips before carefully yet swiftly dropping herself onto you.

Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open with a guttural moan. She responded, grinding her hips down into you to feel your full length. Her breath was ragged, drawing in and out heavily while she adjusted.

“Keep playing.” She murmured, walls pulsing around you, “Finish your quest.”

“Tara.” You whined, wanting to hold her hips and help her ride you, but she glared at up at you, proceeded to lift herself up, and slam herself on your length.

“Keep. Playing.” She growled, rolling her hips left and right while you whimpered, “Or you’ll be in a lot of trouble later.”

You nodded with a bit lip, picking up your controller with shaking hands and proceeding on with your game. Once Tara was satisfied with your progression, she began to slowly ride you.

Her hips would rock back and forth on you, occasionally jerking forward and up to get a reaction out of you. A few small moans would slip past your lips, but her hand slid up to choke you, so you did your best to keep quiet.

“Good girl.” Tara panted, teeth clenched while she rode you, “Doing everythingI I say.”

You froze up, suddenly coming to your senses. Tara was a lot smaller than you, and you could easily pick her up and turn the tables on her, so why were you just sitting here and letting her ruin you? Should you just let her have her fun?

Nah.

You paused your game, setting your controller down on your desk. Tara stopped moving, raising her eyebrows at you and opening her mouth to scold you for not continuing to play, but before she could even get a syllable out, you flipped her around and bent her over your desk.

She gasped, a throaty moan following suit when you quickly reentered her. Her walls gave way to you, her pussy stretching open for your immense size while you forced her legs apart.

“MMM FUCK!” She moaned, gripping onto the edge of your desk while your hips drove into hers, “Y/N!”

“Shhh.” You cooed, nudging her knees farther apart, “Let me ruin you.”

She whined pathetically, eyes squeezing shut and mouth dropped open while you fucked her. One of your hands was in her hair, pulling and yanking at the fluffy locks, while the other was torturing her already abused clit.

Tara was being manhandled.

And she loved it.

“I know you’re close sweet girl, hold it just a little longer.” You whispered to her, planting a soft kiss to her cheek when she let out a cry of pleasure.

You drove your hips a little harder, grunting softly in her ear while you chased your own high. You reached the peak faster than expected, and pushed yourself as deep as you could go when your orgasm came.

“Go ahead, relax.” You coaxed to Tara, rubbing her hip when she let out a shaky moan from her own release.

You both were unmoving for a moment, breathing heavily in sync before you broke the silence.

“Thanks for riling me up.” You joked, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, “Really got me going on you.”

“That was the goal.” She mumbled sarcastically, wiggling her hips against you in a teasing manner.

“Was it now?” You replied, holding back a moan when she purposefully clenched down hard on your cock.

“Yeah…wanted you to fuck me.” She turned her head back to you, still clenching and wiggling her hips, “You should keep going.”

You stared at her, weighing your options, before standing up and taking her hips in your hands. You drew your pelvis back, before letting loose and pounding yourself into her.

Her screams could be heard throughout your apartment the whole night, echoing down the halls and filling the space with sounds of arousal.

The neighbors weren’t happy, but who cares.

You still got some pussy.

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surprise

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[drexee]

IM BACK WITH ANOTHER SLEEP HEADCANON! This time it’s for Donnie!!

I hope you enjoy!

Bayverse Don x gn!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Spelling maybe

Raph | Leo | Mikey

Donnie Sleep HCs

Donatello’s bed is just big enough to fit him comfortably without him dangling over the sides

He has a pretty sizable blanket, and it’s actually a weighted blanket! Something that will put him to sleep and keep him asleep. Like 15lbs-25lbs

About four regular sized, plush pillows

He used to have a body pillow too

The bed itself is pushed up and out of the way, against the farthest wall of his room. His desk is against the opposite wall

Donnie absolutely sees the importance of having his room as a place to sleep and be away from work

But try as he might, his room still becomes littered with various sketches, blueprints, or notes

He cleans up as much as he can, but it just keeps happening so he gave up 😅

Donatello doesn’t spend too much time in his room though, constantly at work and tinkering away in his lab. He’s a workaholic, you know this.

To get Donnie to bed is a challenge in itself, but not impossible.

Luckily, he loves spending time with you, so you only need to ask him once.

Or twice.

Maybe three times, but he’s almost done! Promise! Just need to make sure that one part was secure and wasn’t going to grow legs and walk away by morning

Donnie’s favorite position is one where he’s facing you: him laying on his side, shell supported by a pillow or two

He’ll leave little kisses on what he can reach of you, but they’re so feather light, you barely even know they’re there. He’s too afraid of waking you up

He likes to either have his forehead pressed to yours or have your head tucked under his chin, he craves closeness

He tends to bring your leg up and hook it over his own. He’ll then scooch himself further into your space until you two are properly locked together and honestly? At that point? He couldn’t care less about anything else in the world. He’s not moving from you.

Through the night though, your legs become so tangled with his, you don’t know where he ends and you begin, like you were playing twister in your sleep or something

Donnie loves it when you use his arm as a pillow!

He knows it’s gonna go numb, but he doesn’t mind. He would take pins and needles over anything if it meant you got good sleep

His other arm is usually wrapped around you to hold you close, he likes to rub your back too! It’s a sure fire way to knock you out

It makes his heart go all fluttery whenever he thinks about that because he loves that he just knows you so well

He adores laying in bed with you and doesn’t fall asleep until well after you doze off just so he can look at you

It never really crossed his mind that it may be a bit weird to watch you sleep. You’re cute, and it calms him down. It’s his favorite past time.

Is he obsessed? No.

Maybe.

A little.

But is it obsession if you’re both in love? He’s caught you staring at him too! He knows you do the same!

Yeah, so he’s counted all your eyelashes, all your beauty marks, and logged every sigh you make into his long term.

And yeah, he keeps track of your REM cycle so he knows exactly how long it takes for you to slip off into deep sleep, and - Whatever!!! Just let him have this! Who are you?? The Police???

Donnie is a normal sleeper most nights and doesn’t move too much, may twitch a bit, but other than that, nothing.

Doesn’t make a peep when he’s knocked out, but breathes very deeply

Unless he gets an idea!! He used to just jolt out of bed to his desk, but he’s taken a tumble too many times (he kept forgetting the mess of limbs you two create) and has since learned how to stealthily slip away and back into you once he’s done

He gets a few nightmares, and he may unintentionally wake you if he gets too caught up in them.

But when you wake him up from one of those terrible dreams and cuddle with him? Ohhh he falls. He falls so hard for you. Especially when you rub your thumb across his cheek and talk him through his breathing

Your soothing words are like a balm to his overworked brain and he’s forever grateful for you

He’s pretty sure he’s got hearteyes

You’ve gotten a few chirps out of him like that, and he’s so embarrassed about them pLEASE DONT TEASE HIM 😭

He won’t get mad, but he’ll get so flustered and then you’ll have a child lock on your phone and he’ll have no idea what you’re talking about

Donnie’s usually awake before you, and will spend a few minutes basking in your warmth before he goes to grab you something quick to drink for when you wake up.

And when he comes back to see you curled up around his pillow? The thought that even in sleep you search for him and need him close to you?

It makes his knees buckle

And it takes everything in him to not just slip right back under those covers and replace that pillow you’ve grabbed onto

Right!! There’s numero dos!! Until next time!

[snowball-doie]

Hyuck’s the type to come home all tired and worn out, and he just plops down on top of you, face smooshed against your chest, arms snaking between your body and the mattress. And he just stays like that for a bit. He likes it when you play with his hair, and you don’t feel the need to ask him any questions or pry about what’s wrong. But playing with his hair is his weakness, too……… You both know it… So once he’s calmed down and relaxed, he starts slowly grinding against you until you turn him over and scooch up ‘til your back is pressed against the headboard and he’s between your legs, working his cargo pants down his thighs so you can slowly jerk him off while holding him against you as you coo praises in his ear, listening to his relieved moans and whimpers, watching as his eyes squeeze shut and his toes curl when he croaks, “Can I cum?” “Of course you can, sweet boy…” And while kissing his jawline, he shakes in your arms and cums. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” Afterwards, you go back to cuddling and playing with his hair.

[yuri-is-online]

Here's a short list of things that I think would affect yuu (not from an omegaverse world) being in twisted wonderland (omegaverse au)

The scent thing. In my mind, everyone has a scent, including betas, theirs are just weaker. So how would Yuu, who has no scent, be classified? Would ortho or idia want to study them and see what's different between twst folks and earth folks? Scent is usually just noted in smut scenes, but it does have a larger role in most a/b/o stories. Mainly, it's how people communicate emotions. If you're happy, it shows in your scent. If your distressed, it shows in your scent. If your scared, excited, horny, anxious, it shows in your scent. People probably focus on scent when it comes to emotions before they focus on your face or body language. So figuring out what Yuu is feeling is probably a lot harder. It's even worse if Yuu isn't that expressive in the first place. Although it does make me wonder about how people try to hide their scents when their trying to be aloof or stoic...

Noises. This also ties into emotions, the more extreme ones at least. A/b/o twst people purr when their happy or content and growl when they're feeling territorial. Yuu might be able to growl, not very well but whatever. But purring? Yeah no. Not happening. Bless Jades heart he's trying so hard to give Yuu gifts they like and listening for a purr and it just. Never comes. Also imagine being Yuu and you're just getting growled at on a daily basis that's just gotta suck lmoa

Warnings for menstruation and omega heats 🤩 (also jade thinks his partner got SAed so HUGE TW). I personally think that TWST doesn't have periods. Mostly because I read Period Drama series by twstfanblog and was like "Yeah sure I'll integrate that into my belief system". So Yuus under a lot of stress right? Especially those first few months and overblots, so I think it's safe to say that an AFAB Yuus cycle would probably skip over those few months or even a year until everything calms down. And then boom! Ovulation! Jade thinks it's a preheat or a heat and is trying SO HARD to be respectful because they did not talk about this before hand and he doesn't know if he's aloud to "help" them the way he's wants to. Doesn't exactly help that Yuus throwing themself at him every step of the way and asking shit like "Hey if we have kids what would you name them :D?". Yuu is killing him. All in all though, it's a pretty subdue heat, they're not confined to their nest (a messy pile of pillows, blankets, and cushions that they impulsively made in Ramshackle one day) or anything, they can go to class and move around just fine (he doesn't let them though. He doesn't need any perverts possibly getting off or fantasizing about something only he should be fantasizing about), and unfortunately, they're not keeping him in their nest and letting him breed them until they forget their own name, so it all worked out just fine. And then about a week later, he goes to Sam's first thing in the morning to buy more snacks and comes back to the strong scent of his loves blood, only to find out that blood was coming from "the void" and they're curled up in pain, and crying. Yeah that was the worst moment of Jades life, actually. 0/10. Would not recommend. He almost killed several people that day 👍

Nests. Yuu doesn't know what the hell a "nest" is or why Jade freaked out so hard with joy when they made their shitty little pillow fort but hey! At least he's happy! Look at him! Just vibrating with joy! While he's sitting just outside the fort and is just... staring at them..... Is he not gonna come in? So now their scooching over and awkwardly patting the spot next to them- and Jades eyes just dilated SO HARD ok

Ruts and knots. The Fun Shit. Jade asked (very flusteredly) if Yuu would be willing to help him through his upcoming rut and Yuus like 🧍👍🧎. And it's a lot more intense than they were expecting. Bro is looking a half step away from feral as he carries Yuu over to the "nest" and just let's go fully shortly after they start. And Yuu is throughly enjoying it but also- isn't this a little much?!It's just a week of a bad Coleen Hoover novel where all they do is have sex and sleep! They ain't built for this! Honestly, they're just a doll for him at this point because there is not a THOUGHT behind those eyes expect for Jade and his dick and they ain't even mad about it!

That last section wasn't a question I was just thirsty. Damn this ask got long as hell shit.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH bless you. My lifespan... my strength... it is returning 2 me.

I think a lot of this could be cleared up with some communication, but at the same time poor Yuu wouldn't know what they were supposed to be communicating.

If scents are reflective of emotion and how people communicate, I would think they reflect people's personalities in the same way facial expressions do? So a particularly stoic person (like say Silver) would have a much more muted scent when he's happy than someone who is much more expressive (like Kalim.) Of the people who would be most distressed by Yuu's lack of scent, I think it would actually be Riddle since I could see him thinking it is a medical issue they need to get checked out ASAP. It would certainly isolate them from their peers even more than not being a mage would, making them a real alien as far as most people in Twisted Wonderland would be concerned.

Now. Jade. My beloved. I think after he manages to successfully court Yuu he would be very smug about this because he would be maybe one of the only people in Twisted Wonderland able to pick up on Yuu's unique body language. But that's in the future, now he's struggling because on top of no scent there's no purrs D:< He's fantasized about what it would sound like sosososososo many times and he is worryingly close to realizing that he's not above begging. He just wants some praise from his chosen mate... please...

lmao about the growling I just would not be able to take that seriously and probably make some dumb comment that would get my ass beat. But if it was really loud that would stress me out.

... oh poor Jade. In my head I am thinking of Yuu maybe having been told by a (concerned) adeuce that Jade is attempting to court them so they start trying to reciprocate (which does not help anyone's concerns) but they haven't really talked about what exactly that means yet. So by the time Yuu starts ovulating they're still in what Yuu might consider to be a "talking" phase? Because Jade hasn't asked to make things official? Whereas Jade is simultaneously on cloud nine planning the wedding and in the depths of despair wondering how best to continue his courtship efforts because oh he wants to help you with your heat so badly :c he's in a permanent state of horny grip the entire week and so tense. Yuu wonders if it would be too much to offer to help him relax since they aren't all that close yet so they figure they'll ask him some questions to see how he reacts and all that and he is extremely receptive but he still doesn't make a move, even if he does insist on talking to them around the pillow fort a lot?

Speaking of the pillow fort... I'm just picturing Jade sitting so pretty and heavy breathing while Yuu is sat there very confused because he is buzzing with excitement but they can't tell what kind. Man relationships are real hard so is jade when you add in alien biology and customs to them please let him help you hope you aren't doing something wrong? you could never please please please just one chance Yuu one chaaaaance

The period stuff... I don't think my mind would jump to SA but certainly some sort of attack and Jade being Jade, he would not let that stand. Thankfully no one actually gets hurt since Jade asks Yuu for names and they have a very strange conversation about reproductive biology. Oh so you are bleeding because you aren't pregnant? Well that sounds like such an easy fix~ And is probably when you finally have that talk about how horny he was all last week because he asks, very earnestly asks to help you through your next "heat" so you don't have to endure this pain again.

Since you were being thirsty allow me to share some of my... thoughts (￣▽￣||)

I feel like Jade would want to take Yuu in his merform at some point if not first because he wants them to think about it. He wants to ruin them for anyone who is not very specifically him and he is not shy about it, but alas the omega decides where to build the nest and you chose "poorly." Yuu is getting their guts rearranged while Jade bullies them about their poor nest building skills. It's ok, he just finds you so cute maybe he'll walk you through it next time? Sure he's never had to build a nest, never felt the need but he's sure if you follow his instructions nice and slowly you'll do just fine.

You wind up in Ramshackle's tub more than once. Just don't complain about not being able to remember most of it because he'll just take that as you wanting a redo. Say less, he's been good for too long anyway *smack*

[mattsfavbigtitties]

Taboo/ Matt S.

MASTERLIST TAGLIST

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, corruption of innocence, priest kink, creampie, no protection, virgin kink,

Summery: After Sunday service, Father Matthew teaches you a new lesson you've never heard of.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

One afternoon, your mother comes into your room seeing you watch cartoons. She tells you that you need to focus more on the Lord and quit watching that mind boggling rainbow pony show all the time.

She repeats that next time at church, she'll have the new priest give you more insight on the oh so precious Lord above.

You reluctantly agree in spite of your mother running everything you do and don’t. That Sunday, your mother makes sure to bring it up to the new head priest, Father Matthew, about “possibly more lessons on the Bible” as she put it.

And of course(to your unfortune) he agreed to teach you some “very physically embracing readings”. A little suspicious if you ask yourself. You were well aware of most things in life.

Having looked at social media on school computers and using a friend's phone a few times. You knew basic knowledge like, sex ed and (most) bad things happening around other cities. You had a very curious mind which sometimes led you to some crazy encounters and punishments from your parents.

Soon enough, the end of service came; your parents and all the others said goodbyes to one another, leaving you with Father Matthew; alone.

“Come along to the back, dear.” Father made a wave of his hand toward himself to have you follow him, the other held his own Bible. He walks down the hallway to one of the back classrooms; you follow behind in small steps.

Your hands clasped together at your front, fiddling with your nails. In the room is a long rectangle table filled with chairs. You take a seat on one of the far chairs away from the door, Father Matthew grabbed something from within a drawer and sat beside you.

“Should I get a Bible?” You ask, moving slightly as you get up to grab said item. Yet Matthew’s arm stops you from getting up as he says, “No need, I’ve already got everything needed.” and sends you a mischievous smile.

He let his hand run across your white lace trim, feeling the slight tremble of your stomach as you scooch back a bit to get away from the wandering fingers.

“W-what are you doing?” “You know, you’re very beautiful, dear.” His eyes dart from your waist to your own eyes and he sees the anticipation build in them.

He smirks and proceeds to move his hand down further to your floral covered thigh. You swallow slowly, reaching both hands to cover Matthew’s in a way to stop him.

“Are we-not doing the lesson?” Your voice holds confusion mixed with surprise and happiness.

You weren’t really looking forward to spending this afternoon at church still with Father Matthew when your favorite show is hosting a new season that very night. You were very much excited for it!

“I have a different kind of lesson ready for you. It involves you bending over and lots of physical touch.” Your eyes widened at the words coming out of his mouth, Father Matthew’s mouth. You never would’ve thought you’d be in this predicament.

The new pastor of the very church you grew up in, wanting to essentially have sex with you? Or was this all a dream? You knew you had thought of Father Matthew as the most handsome man you’d ever seen, but was it really that deep you’d dream about him in this way?

And to think this would be the first man you’ve ever had to sleep with; if you agree of course. “F-father Matthe-” You get interrupted, “Just Matt is fine, sweetheart.”

You go on with your sentence, “Father Matt, what are you saying?” You want to make sure you heard him right and if so, you really would like to do it. And as you've heard from a few friends, it's feels very, very good. He chuckled at your furrowed brows and rubbed his thumb along the side of your thigh.

You clenched your thighs slightly to try and calm the tingling sensation between them, but enough to have Matt feel the movement.

“You know what I mean, dear. I want to fuck you. So hard that all you’ll feel for days is my dick reminisce.”

You gasp at his words.

You could hear your own heart pounding. For once in your life, you actually feel like your on fire. You feel your ears get hot and

And before you can said anything in response, he grabbed ahold of your jaw and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. His lips immediately moved against yours with a sense of urgency, as you let him take charge.

His hand tightened on your thigh and moved closer to your clothed sex. You melted into him, your body instinctively curling closer, jolts going through your spine. You had never imagined this would happen.

Never imagined you’d be kissing a man like this, let alone the priest of your church; Father Matt. It just felt so right.

He pulled back just enough to murmur against your lips, "Such a good girl. My gorgeous sweetheart."

Pressure building in your head as your blood pumped hard in your veins; you whimpered pathetically as Father Matt lapped at your drooling mouth.

Matt hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your dress, lifting it all the way to just below your tummy, revealing your bare skin and pale white panties with a bow at center. He chuckled in amusement at the cute display before standing up.

He pulled your body with him and shoved your front hips against the table as all you could do was stand in shock. "You want my cock, sweetheart? You ever felt one imside before?" His eyes trailed down your curves, rubbing his thumbs along your sides, sending chills across your back.

You hummed in acknowledgement and shook your head, "This will be my first one Father."

He hiked up your dress for a second time and hurriedly slid your panties to the side, his fingers digging into the fleshy parts of your ass.

Right then, Matt smirked as he rolled his kackis and boxers down his thighs just enough to slide his stiff cock out.

"A virgin Mary, huh." He stated from behind, misheivious tone to the infamous words.

He massaged his length against your opening, his mouth drooping open in awe of how tight you felt already. For a moment, the way his head grazed against your throbbing clit nearly intoxicated you enough to forget he was the(very handsome and good looking) priest.

Father Matt partially lined up his own throbbing length between your legs before thrusting it inside of you; no warnings.

Your scream echoed through the room you were in, not expecting such brutal force from such nice man. Though you do know the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover'. In this case, you should've.

The room became seemingly filled with the sounds of your sex, echoing back to you off of every surface. The very walls of the house of God you worship.

His hands wandered up to your prominent, bulging chest. He squeezed and prodded before finally tugging down your bust area along with your bra cups.

He flicked your nipples ambitiously getting multiple whines and whimpers falling from your plush lips with jerks of your hips back against him.

Matt raised a single hand to your mouth, concluding your loudness was just a bit too loud. You clawed at the wooden table as you let your screams muffle into Father Matt's hand.

"What if someone were to come in, slut? Ohh, I bet you'd like that huh? Want someone to catch sweet little 'ol Y/n, the oh so innocent church girl, fucked so deep in the guts she doesnt even know what's happening." The sensation of Matt's cock sliding against your walls rapid was so intense that you started to crawl away from him.

He clawed your hips, pulling you back hard onto him. "Where you running to, dear? Is my dick that good you can't handle it?" He said, refocusing his thrusts to hit that special spot once more.

Mere seconds away from a new feeling coarsing through your lower half, Matt ceased his thrusts and pulled away, leaving you out of breath and starving for more.

His fingers gribbed your hips and-not so gracefully-flipped you around so you were sat on the table, legs spread wide with him in between. He continued on and lined his cock up once again to your aching cunt, shoving his whole length as deep as your pussy aloud him to.

You could barely release a breath as your walls stretched around the strange but pleasured feeling. Your body moved in small jerks as you became accustomed to his size again.

His hand drifted curiously down your mound, brushing over your slicked lips that seemed to open and welcome him in. "You're my best girl, right sweetheart? Gonna cum for me? Your first ever orgasm, pretty. And it's all for me." Your breath sputtered at the foriegn feeling as his fingers explored how wet you were for him in such limited time, playing with your clit, rubbing side to side until your thighs began to shake.

"Uh! Uh-huhhh, 'm gonna-yeah" You gulped out.

Almost as if your orgasmic feeling from before was simply put on hold for only seconds, the way Father Matt's dick prodded at your g-spot had you quickly moaning and begging for more of whatever pleasure you could get.

Your legs shook violently, your combined wetness squelching between your thighs, as your orgasm pulsed over you in quakes, washing you in a mix of chills and warmth as your legs shook in tremors of glorious pleasure you really never thought you'd ever feel.

A tear streamed down your cheek as his dick practically consumed all the air from inside your lungs. He reach a hand to wipe a single tear off your flushed pink cheeks as he chuckled and watched your face contort in numerous different expressions. Most of pure joy and pleasure.

Father Matt started pounding you so good that your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the weight of your head lolling back and forth on each of your shoulders.

He devoured you whole with his dark, lustful gaze. Your mind slipped away into the intense mix of pain and pleasure you felt from his heavenly dick, absolutely stretching you to your final limit.

”L-love this! Cumming, Father!" You eyes squeezed tightly together, hips rotating up and down, wanting impossibly more friction against your clit.

At these words, Matt rolled his hips more intensely. You cried out, unable to move as his body weight pinned you down. Elbows on the table around your head. His groans became loud and unsteady as your tightness and clenching sucked him right back in.

"I'm gonna cum." He groaned into your neck, his teeth grazed your sensitive, flushed skin.

He held you tightly against him as he pumped his full load into you, painting your insides with his sticky liquid.

Soon after, Matt pulls out and cleans both of your bodily fluids up as you starighten out your dress and wipe away any tear tracks.

"Why don't I take you home, dear?" Father Matthew smiled kindly, advancing his hand for yours.

You grinned back, lacing your fingers with his.

"As long as we can do it again, Father Matt."

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Taglist: @riowritesitall @conspiracy-ash @huhmiya @matt-2002fan @ericshoney

[m-musings]

Headcanons: Cuddling with the Arcana Men

A/N: I love obsessing over a dead fandom, don't you? anyways, arcana time let's do thissssss (and yes, I am aware Asra is nonbinary, I just didn't know how else to address this group with them in it, so I figured men was the most appropriate seeing that Asra will use he/him pronouns on occasion but in the actual headcanons, I use they/them)

Word Count:599

Warnings: none just fluff :)

Asra:

Laying down and cuddling with Asra is always enjoyable!

They'll light up some colorful lanterns before hand and make sure your bed has any pillows and blankets you may want or need.

Once you're all settled down, Asra will scooch in closer just so they can feel the warmth that emanates from you.

They will tell you fantastical stories, using their magic to create scenes in midair as a way to entertain you as you smile up at them with an amused grin.

As you cling onto them, they smell like the most intoxicating combination of tea leaves and cinnamon, which can be very soothing if you've had a bit of a rough afternoon.

They will soak up any and all attention you give and will reciprocate that love tenfold as they squeeze you tightly to their chest.

Their favorite times are when the two of you have nothing to do so they can spend the entire day just relaxing with you in the calming silence of the shop.

Julian:

Julian is a lil bit awkward to cuddle with in the beginning.

He's just so damn tall that sometimes his limbs are a little odd to maneuver around.

But once you two figure out the positioning, he's a great cuddler!

After a long day at the marketplace or a fun night at the Rowdy Raven, it's so relaxing to lean up against his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

He loves to trace shapes across your skin as you two enjoy the peaceful quiet of your room.

Sometimes, he'll even sing you soft songs as you drift in and out of consciousness.

Also, If he falls asleep while you are cuddling, you are not getting up for the rest day. I'm not sorry to say you are now stuck in a bear hug with a very handsome doctor.

Muriel:

Cuddling with Muriel is just so nice!

Once he gets over his initial apprehension, he will melt into it like its second nature.

He's always so warm and cozy which is perfect for cold nights in the Vesuvian forest.

If you ask him to, he will hold you so close and never let go for as long as you so want.

And if you're having a bad day, he'll hold you just slightly tighter as a way to reassure you that he's there for whatever you need from him.

Muriel will also pat the bed beside the two of you so that Inanna will jump up and snuggle with you two.

As you wrap your arms around her, Muriel will engulf the both of you in his, creating the perfect cuddle puddle and optimal nap conditions.

Lucio:

Lucio will designate entire days dedicated to the two of you just spending time together in your home.

He also is always sure to take off his prosthetic so that you are as comfortable as possible.

As he holds you in his embrace, he will regale you with stories from his younger, wilder days, which leads you to giggle at his dramaticness.

On the days where he's a bit more subdued, he will invite you to lay directly on top of him while he just leans back and relishes in the moment.

Just like with Muriel and Inanna, Lucio's dogs will also join the two of you while you're chilling together!

Mercedes will lay next to you while Melchior will lay next to the former count on the opposite site of the mattress.

This leads to a chaotic but comforting tangle of appendages where you are able to let go of the stresses of the everyday.

[merbear25]

Long awaited rest

The sheets had been rustled from your aggitated turning; their coolness long since faded under your body heat. As the moon changed its position in the sky, you refrained from checking the time—that would only make the sought after rest more unattainable. Lying on your back, you wondered how much longer it'd be until he joined you.

Sanji, Zoro, Corazon

CW: SFW, fluff, established relationship, gn!reader

Sanji: He'd been up late trying to perfect a new recipe he'd been on the brink of completing. After success had finally graced him, the clock taunted him with the amount hours of his life he'd spent. His eyes were droopy, dark circles were teasing his soft glow: the lack of sleep was catching up to him.

Stumbling into your shared room, his body practically gave way, letting itself flop down next to you. With him face down, his breaths were drawn out as his body was swallowed by the much needed comfort.

You curled up next to him, letting your finger tips trace up and down his back. He didn't stir: only a twitch at the side of his mouth indicated his knowledge of your gentleness. A hushed groan came from him as he rolled his body against your hand, unaware of how much he'd been desperate for your affection.

You rubbed his back being mindful not to massage too deeply and wake him. Leaving light kisses on his shoulder, cheek and forehead, your heart warmed at his dreamlike gratitude, affectionately murmuring about how much he loved you.

Snuggling up to him, you only kept a light hand on his arm, giving room for tosses or turns that may ensue. With him finding his way back to your side, your body was able to dose off, as well.

When the light of the new day shined into your room, its soft rays were casted on the both of you: curled up in each other's embrace and still fast asleep.

Zoro: Having come dangerously close to losing his previous battle, iradicating the imperfections that'd rusted his techniques was a must. Getting lost in his self-analyzation, losing track of time: consequences that were both small prices to pay for growth. However, his body was telling him that its limits had been reached and sleep was inevitable.

Exasperated from the unavoidable limitations, he let up for the night and shuffled off to bed. When opening the door, he noticed you were still awake, despite you not even turning to face him. There was a notable difference between the calmness of your sleeping person when compared to a simply relaxed state—the way your chest rose and fell was a dead giveaway.

Crawling in next to you, he asked why you were still awake. Turning over to face him, you admitted that some nights were just harder to fall alseep without him than others.

Taking a moment to think to himself, he scooched closer you. He patted his chest, signaling for you to lay your head upon it, to which of course you were more than happy to oblige.

Hearing his heartbeat soothed parts you didn't realize needed mending. The tranquility of your embrace offered its services, easing your tired bodies to sleep.

He was the first to wake the following morning: you were still sound asleep against his chest, your hair was ruffled ever so slightly. The peace shown on your face charmed him into placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Corazon: There was still so much to do, yet never enough time to do it. The stress and anxiety of the encounters to come weren't eating away at him though; he was resilient and determined to complete his purpose. That being said, even the heros who work within the shadows need their sleep.

Trying his best not to disturb you, he attempted to ease the door open. You were always sweet, but when you slept, you had a certain tenderness to you, one which alleviated all the woes weighing on his heart.

Getting into bed, he couldn't ignore his need to hold you. When you felt his arm drapping over you, you looked up at him and asked if everything was alright.

Kissing your temple, he assured you that everything was fine, while adding in an apology to having woken you up. Hearing this, you informed that you hadn't been able to sleep.

Cozying up closer to you, he ran his thumb over the top of your hand and asked the reason for it. Fearing you might add to his already worried mind, you simply answered that it was just one of those nights.

You stayed awake for a little while longer, talking to each other, barely above a whisper until you slipped into your dreams.

You were the first to wake up to the dawn of the new day. He had shifted onto his back and was still in a deep sleep. Wanting to enjoy the early morning by his side, you hung your arm over his and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, kissing the top of his shoulder.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello love 😘

I got a new request for you. A smutty one at that, if you're up for it!

Tangerine and the reader are having a nice night out, even though the reader is tired for work and mental load, she lets herself be pampered by our lovely Tan-Boy.

Back at home the pampering continues into nice and steamy sexytime 😏 but at one point reader being exhausted, tired and overstimulated she says their safeword. Tan spaced out doesn't hear her at first and so he askes again while pounding her. Tears streaming down her cheeks reader repeats herself again and Tan stops, immediately! Pulling out, talking to her calming her down, asking her what's wrong. Reader explains that Tangerine didn't do anything wrong its just her being too exhausted and overstimulated. So Tan comforts her, makes her a bath etc....

If you're up for writing this im ever as always thankful to you💕

If not that's okey as well🫶🏻

Love ya bye😘

hii honey!! idk why but I just love safeword fics😵 and I love love this! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

gif creds to @/peachyspaceslvt for the never ending supply of crazy hot tan gifs. ur our saviour🫡

RED.

tangerine x fem!reader — smut & angst? with comfort

word count. 537

warnings. 18+ only. pinv, doggy style, reader says safeword, comfort. minors dni

This week wasn't so forgiving and the days exhusted you. 

As a reward for your efforts, Tangerine took you to dinner at a fancy restaurant on the waterside - the evening filled with good food and wine, the company of him making it all so much better. It didn't end there - the date carrying on into the night when you both finally make it home.

You're on your knees - chest pushed into the mattress and arms stretched long in front of you, Tangerine behind, his cock rutting into you. One of his hands on the back of your neck, the other gripping a handful of ass. His pace is almost relentless, the splitting feel of his dick ramming into you incessantly. It was like he was trying to make you forget about your week, replace it all with something so much better.

And for the first thirty minutes of it all, that was true. But after a while, you started to reach that point where it felt like too much, the feel of his cock giving more pain than pleasure. Everything else from this week worming it's way in and taking its toll.

With your face buried in the mattress, you mutter your safeword, your voice barely audible - the slight force of his hand on the back of your head muffling your words. Your choked-out sobs go unnoticed, the sound much like those he pulls from you usually.

You say the word again, slightly louder this time. "Red," you murmur, your tears wetting the sheet. "Red."

Though he doesn't hear you, the sound of his cock fucking into the messy state of your cunt overlapping your non-blissed cries.

"Red, red, red, red," you ramble, voice wavering. "Red."

The second he hears the first 'red', he's dragging his cock from you, a warm hand resting on the middle of your back. "I didn't hear you. I'm so sorry," he pants, catching his breath. "Fuck— I'm sorry, love. You okay?" he continues, moving to sit beside you - his hand running up your spine, making you roll over to face him. "Was I hurtin' you?" he asks, thumbing away the wet under your eyes.

You don't reply. You only sit, scooching to lean into Tan's shoulder as you wipe away the residual tears.

He wraps an arm around the middle of your back, pulling you into his side at an angle. "Got carried away," he shakes his head, voice and face filled with guilt and shame. "Real sorry, darlin'."

You slip your hand into his and hold it to your chest, your other hand wrapping around his forearm, hugging it. "It's not your fault," you whisper, pressing a kiss into the back of his hand. "I'm just... I'm just too tired. You didn't do anything wrong," you try to comfort. 

You knew his brain was blowing this out of proportion, so you wanted to reassure him, even though you technically needed it more. You sit in comfortable silence, quietly consoling each other - his hand stroking up your back, your lips pressed into his other. The side of your head resting on his shoulder, his atop of yours.

“I’ll run us a bath when you’re ready.”

[scar-lie]

Omega Pt. 10 (Natasha}

Summary : Discovery why Omegas died after breaking the bond

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Reader

Warning : nothing I guess

Word count : 1,024

{OMEGA PT. 9} {OMEGA PT. 10} {OMEGA PT. 11}

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

"So, it seems everything is perfectly fine; all the test results come back normal, but her body is probably adjusting to the medications that we're giving her, which explains why she's still weak and having shortness of breath, but overall, everything is fine,” Cho said, making the team sigh in relief.

While everyone is relieved, you're fighting for consciousness. You're asleep, but you could hear their muffled voice, and you can't move your limbs. All that makes you cry, prying that no one will hurt you.

“Wait, Y/N’s crying? ”Pepper frowns seeing your single tear run down following a few tears, making everybody look at you.

“Is she awake? ”Natasha asked, worried that you're feeling helpless and all you could do is cry.

“It's probably the sedative; it's wearing off.” Cho, look around, seeing everybody surrounding you.

“I think it's best if we could give her more space when she wakes up; we don't want to overwhelm her.” Everyone agreed. Some sat on the couch, some needed to leave because they got a call for an emergency mission, and some stayed standing, not far but not too close.

And since one of your pups keeps crying, Pepper takes him in her arms, lulling him to sleep while singing a lullaby while the other one is peacefully sleeping.

You groan and slowly gain your strength until you open your eyes, looking around, getting scared, and feeling helpless by the number of them around you—6 to be exact—but you're no match for them all. Your eyes went wide, and your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach when you saw Pepper holding on to your pups.

"No, please... do-don’t take him,” you plead, sitting down on the bed. The distress quickly overwhelms Wanda, so she cautiously approaches you, showing you her hands.

“Hey, hey, no one's taking them from you, Y/N/N, I swear we're your family; we will never do such a thing,” Wanda softly said, but your eyes never leave your pup.

“My pups,” you whisper, so Pepper walks towards you with a small smile, followed by Yelena, who took your other son to show you, and then the nurse carefully rolls the incubator next to you, making you tear up.

“He's such an angel, a crying baby, but he's cute,” Pepper whispered, handing you the pups, and then Yelena sat beside you.

“And he's a good one, always sleeping, and such a bubbly baby boy, just like that munchkin,” Yelena shows you, making you tear up while admiring them.

“And here's she; she has some complications, but overall, she's fine; she just needs to be monitored.” Yelena points to the side, making you look at your daughter.

You gulp, afraid to see your daughter in such a condition, but you scooch over the edge of the bed, winching in pain.

“Careful, you're not fully healed,” Cho warned you, but you didn't budget. Sure, you're lowering your walls, but you keep your guard up in case one of them surges forward and harms you and your pups.

Sure, you still haven't gotten your strength back; you can barely move around, but that doesn't mean you will not fight them; you would rather die fighting than let things happen.

The interaction melted the teams hearts but not Natasha; it broke her heart just by the thought of you getting worried that everyone would hurt you or the pups, making her think that something is not right.

So she shook her head, biting her lips and getting some fresh air, going to the rooftop to clear her mind and a little quiet place to think, plus the fresh air lightly blowing through her face makes herself calm, relaxing her muscles while looking at the beautiful view of the city that slowly succumbs to the night fall, making the lights of everything in the window glow, adding to the beauty.

On the other side, everyone is afraid and gets panicked when your breathing is getting slower and slower, your monitor shows that your body is in distress, and the beeping sounds are slowly dying.

“Get everyone; you can get here ASAP,” Cho shouted to the nurse, who ran out to seek some help; she didn't know what's going on, checking every single sign of what could be the cause of bradycardia.

In every second, you can feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and your body feels like you're carrying a boulder until you lose consciousness while looking at your precious pups.

Someone had to bag you; your shallow breath makes everybody worried, even Cho, who gave you some shots of medicine, and when Natasha came back, everybody’s eyes were on her.

“It's Y/N,” Pepper stated, and Natasha quickly looked at you, but something changed again, and this makes Cho wonder when suddenly your heart rate is slowly getting back to normal.

“Oh my god...” Cho whispered, standing on the chair, pen and paper on the table in front of her.

“What? ”Yelena asked anxiously

“Stop bagging her and Natasha; can you come closer to Y/N? ”Natasha had a frown on her face but obeyed. Your heart rate went up, but still not enough to meet the normal vitals.

“And can you leave the room for a few seconds, please? ”Natasha stopped on her track and saw that Cho had something in her mind that needed to be confirmed, so she left and ayaw your room a few feet.

“And in the room again,” and that's when Cho figures it out, so she quickly writes something in her notebook, making the team wonder what she discovers.

“I get now; that's why Omega has been dying all these years,” she whispered, smiling to herself at the new discovery.

“Well? What is it? ”Tony asked, walking forward and anxiously waiting to see if the formula that they’ve been working on is working.

“It's all about the scent or the presence...”

[lesbojournals]

Without Me?! (Stucky x Reader)

You woke up with a groan at the pain your body was feeling all over. The hickies on your neck burned, your lips hurt, your head was pounding, and god your legs felt like jello. You rubbed at your eyes and opened them, wincing at the bright light filling the room. You groaned again, this time much louder, as you shut your eyes.

You heard a snicker and immediately turned to glare at who was making it, unsurprised that it was Bucky.

He gave you a smile. “Feeling peachy this morning?”

You gave him a playful slap and turned around, groaning again. “Remind me to never have drunk sex with either of you again.”

That got Steve to perk up. “What’d I do?!”

You turned back around to face the two of them and motioned to your physically inept body. “This!! How am I supposed to get anything done today.”

Two answers popped up immediately– “With the tylenol on the nightstand.” sarcastically coming from Bucky and “You don’t need to do anything, we’ll do it for you.” coming from Steve.

You glared at Bucky and glanced back at Steve. Bucky was particularly energetic this morning, almost glowing. Steve was acting wholesome, gently tickling Bucky’s chest.

Then it clicked. “You two had morning sex without me!!”

Bucky turned to Steve. “See? I told you she’d figure it out.”

That irritated you even more. “You were gonna keep it a secret from me??!”

Steve rushed to grab your hand from behind Bucky, looking frantic. “No!! No, Bucky just wanted to see how long it would take for you to figure it out, sweetheart.”

Bucky smirked. “Barely took you five minutes.”

That earned a smack with a pillow to Bucky’s face, unfortunately getting Steve’s face as well in the crossfire. 

“Hey!! You were asleep! Very deeply, for that matter!! We didn’t want to disturb you, and we knew you’d be sore from last night.” Bucky defended, grabbing the pillow from you.

You “hmph’ed” at Bucky and turned around, deciding that you were done listening to the two of them for the morning.

Bucky scooted closer to you and grabbed you from behind, giving you slow and tender kisses up your neck. “Come on…you know you love us.”

You were already starting to calm down at Bucky’s touch–but you stayed silent, not wanting to prove any point. Steve got up from bed and walked over to your side, looking down at you. 

“Pancakes?” He asked, crossing his arms (which showed off his beautiful muscles). 

You scooched back into Bucky’s chest and nodded at Steve. “Yes please.”

He leaned down and gave you a small kiss, making you smile up at him. “Anything you want, beautiful.”

Steve left the room, throwing on a shirt before doing so. Bucky hummed and started to play with your hair, giving the top of your head small kisses in between. You sighed happily before your head pounded again.

“Ugh,” You groaned. “My head.”

“Take some tylenol, love.” Bucky whispered softly. “It’s on the bedside table.”

You listened to him and did so, letting yourself flop back into Bucky’s embrace after greedily drinking all the water out of your water bottle. Steve soon came in with your pancakes, letting you eat them in bed for once. Bucky brushed through your hair as Steve surfed through the TV to find something for all of you to watch and you smiled to yourself. 

Maybe they weren’t so bad after all. 

[malehypnofantasy]

Casey pretty much loathed the life he got to endure in uni. The past 3 years has been nothing but hell for him with all the isolation, bullying and the way some of his professors turned out to be major dickhead that either treated him like crap or took credit of his brilliance for themselves when they wouldn't even be able to finish their researches without his help or insight. He hated the fact that despite being smarter then most people, he's overlooked and swept aside just because he doesn't have the authority or the look that could help him gain the spotlight he knew he deserved. Until one eventful night when he turned 21 and his body started to glow in the middle of the night while his jackass of a roommate Ethan slept like a log as he's too spent after fucking his girlfriend like rabbit in the opposite bed.

The following morning, Casey realized that something clearly is different from the way he looked in the mirror. He's more.....radiant, and his eyes sparkled brilliantly under the bathroom light. That's when all in a sudden, Lila, Ethan's girlfriend, appeared right next to him as she opened the bathroom door

"Happy birthday Casey. You probably haven't fully realized it but let me help you out," she said with a rather monotone voice as she suddenly grabbed Casey's head and her eyes started to glow

Flow of memories of ancient practices and secret tradition of his family freely went right into his brain, injected his head with ideas and capability beyond his usual mortal knowledge. His whole body radiantly glow as the memories filled every corner of his body so he could wield the magical power that belong to his family since he's a responsible adult in their eyes upon celebrating his 21st birthday. When Lila eventually dropped to the floor as the messenger that possessed her went away, Casey looked at her with different gaze. The once unapproachable and mean cheerleader co-captain now looked like nothing but a distraction to him, so he forcefully woke her up and made her leave the room with not a single word said. The recently powered magician then turned his attention to his douchebag of a roommate, smirking at his slumbering muscular form that would soon become his plaything

Truth be told, Casey utilized the gym rat's body as his lab rat. He doesn't know how far of a control he can wield and exercise upon other people or what kind of other powers his body can manage, but another messenger from his family already informed him that he doesn't necessarily have the physical prowess to handle too big of a power so he needs to not only train his magic, but also his physique. But before working on his physique, he decided to test how far he can control another people through his words and Ethan came in handy in that regards. Ethan was unaware this whole time that he has been subjected to mind conditioning by Casey. As Casey mentioned his trigger word, Ethan instantly fell asleep despite several seconds before he just intensely cheered for a football team he's rooting for.

Casey then decided to execute his plan as he planted this idea to Ethan that he's been gay all along and he only can get hard while serving Casey. The ideas of girls repulsed him. The idea of disobeying Casey terrified him and his biggest joy in life is to do things in accordance to Casey's order. Casey then told Ethan to also set a "smokescreen" while in public or with other people as to not raise any suspicion and would only be his devoted self when Casey and him are in private or when Casey said his trigger word. As the jock snapped awake from his slumber, his eyes softened upon seeing Casey as he addressed him with respect and slight fear

"Oh Master, very sorry. Did I fall asleep here when you want to watch TV? Please, don't hesitate and sit down here, Sir. I'll scooch to the floor,"

"Calm down, Ethan. No need to do all that. I just wanna ask. Say, aside from me as the all powerful controller, who's the strongest guy in this school that you know?"

"Physically or socially, Sir?"

"Hmmmm...both,"

"The Dean and the Provo----"

"Not them, dummy. The students, I meant,"

"Ohhh the students. The twins in Pike are certainly the craziest in terms of physique, one of them got stabbed and then beaten the shit out of his stabber and 3 other guys----"

"Sounds like a threat,"

"---while socially, Ben Richards clearly bodied everyone. Part of the billionaire Richards retail & real estate family and his uncle is a high-ranked DoD officials, a decorated and highly respected war hero,"

"Not even the frat president, huh?"

"Nah, he's just Ben's pawn. Ben's too lazy to do anything by himself. He'll prefer someone worked it for him,"

"A pawn to do all his bidding, huh?"

"Yep, you got that right,"

"Well, what do you think if we paid a visit to meet Ben, do you know his whereabouts?"

"Not really, but I can ask around,"

"Then ask around. I would like to meet with him in private,"

Read Part 2 here

[gyuswhore]

joking (not really) but if u can ... a fluffly hao drabble and it's just rly domestic idk?! maybe something w cats and early mornings IDK. i'm crazy i just need him sorry

I LOVED WRITING THIS SM EKFJEJREJKRF

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Minghao brought Fish home with the notion that this cat would become the light of his life (after you, maybe). But this Scottish Fold's personality would destine another kind of raging emotion.

Fish instead became the bane of Minghao's existence.

When he would buy the most expensive cat toys, climbing walls, collars, and food, all he would get was a private showing of his tail in the air. But when you'd throw a piece of chicken from your own plate, it was all Fish wanted to indulge in.

He doesn't understand where the hatred stems from, losing visions of calm sit-downs with you and your furbaby in between. Reality kicks him with scratches on his hands and knuckles, his presence on your other side where your cat wouldn't need to perceive him.

"Hao, he doesn't hate you" you reason with a particularly fussy Minghao. He's not having it though.

"Any sane person that sees me interact with that demon knows there's a rift in this house. You're just too preoccupied with his...his ass-kissery to notice!"

It takes a moment for you to collect the bubbling giggles in your chest. He was genuinely upset.

"But he's like this with every person, you know he's picky with his people" you try again, even moving forward to put your chin on his shoulder as he leaned against the headboard.

"I'm his father!" he says in a louder voice. "I brought him here and he does all this like I'm— speak of the devil"

Fish has poked the door open with his head to enter your room, bounding up to the bed to curl up on your lap.

"Okay, let's talk about this in the morning, hm? You're tired right now and this is just heating you up even more. Maybe we can get a pet therapist or something to work on your father-son relationship." The snort leaves you before you can stop it, to which Minghao can only roll his eyes.

You watch as he slithers down into bed properly, turning away from you to fall asleep. Moving Fish off your lap, you stroke your boyfriend's hair, leaving a couple kisses on his temple before moving to your side of the bed. He doesn't respond.

Minghao wakes up the next morning to Fish having taken his place, cuddled by your side sound asleep.

As much of an issue he has with your cat, he can't help but admire the scene in front of him, both of you calm as ever. Fish suddenly looks adorable to him, taken back to the day at the shelter when he'd found him as a kitten.

The owners told him he was a shy baby, more reserved than his brothers and sisters of the same litter. Hao thought it was a match made in heaven, the love pouring the second he laid eyes on him, knowing you'd love him just the same.

It wasn't until the cat's apparent disdain for him that the problems began to sprout, appearing to grow colder as he grew instead of the usual playful personality of growing cats.

His huffing and puffing from last night suddenly felt childish, thinking back to your suggestion to find someone who could help with his apprehension towards him.

Hao wonders if he may be the problem.

But right now, as he scooches to your side of the bed, where he belongs, and envelopes the both of you in his arms, he cuddles and kisses to his heart's content knowing neither of you were about to stop him.