#they were a pain in the ass but I love how they turned out

[littlelamy]

he's still dripping saltwater onto the hotel bed when his phone buzzes, throat tight from shouting at ward on the yacht, some bullshit about respect that doesn't matter now, not when his screen lights up with your name. again. fucking finally.

he told you to call.

told you to keep him updated, send pictures, let him hear your voice so he didn't lose his mind being stuck here with rose’s fake ass laugh and his dad pretending he gives a shit. but you haven’t. barely a word. a missed call he couldn’t answer at dinner, some half-assed text before bed last night. it’s not enough. not even fucking close.

he snatches the phone up before it stops vibrating, fingers still damp as he unlocks it, and—

jesus christ.

his breath gets knocked straight out of him like a gut punch. the video starts with you spread out on your bed, wearing the tiny lace panties he bought you last summer, the white ones with the little satin bow at the front. the ones he told you not to wear when he wasn’t around. your skin’s soft in the low light, thighs shifting, a teasing little wiggle of your hips before your fingers dip between your legs, pressing against the wet spot already showing through. he can hear you, a soft, breathy sigh, and his cock twitches to life in his swim trunks.

his jaw clenches as the video plays. his grip tightens on the phone.

“miss you, rafey,” your voice, saccharine sweet, a little breathless. “wish you were here.”

your fingers slip under the lace, pushing it aside, and fuck—he gets a perfect view of your glistening folds, of how wet you already are for him, all from just thinking about him. his free hand curls into the sheets, nails digging in. his cock’s aching now, straining against his shorts, but he doesn’t move, just stares, entranced, pupils blown wide as you tease yourself, spreading slick with slow, lazy strokes. you always did love putting on a show for him.

his teeth sink into his bottom lip when your fingers slide inside, a needy whimper slipping out, hips lifting to meet your own touch. he should be there. should be the one filling you up, wrecking you like only he can. his jaw flexes. his breath’s coming short now, heavy, uneven. your back arches, your pace picking up, and he hears it—his name, the way it tumbles from your lips, needy, desperate. his head tips back against the headboard, exhaling sharply through his nose. he’s so fucking hard it’s painful.

then you bring your other hand up, two fingers dipping into your mouth, coating them in spit before trailing down, pressing against your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. his vision goes white-hot for a second. his hips jerk up involuntarily. your moans turn breathy, higher pitched, his name slipping out between them like a prayer, like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

then you’re gasping, thighs squeezing around your own hand, chest heaving, back arching high as you come with a soft, broken cry—

and the video ends.

his thumb hovers over the screen, like maybe if he presses just right, it’ll play again. like he didn’t just watch the whole thing burned into his memory in perfect, agonizing detail. his pulse is hammering in his ears. he drags his tongue over his bottom lip, glancing toward the bathroom where the shower’s still running.

his fingers fly over the keyboard.

you’re fucking dead when i get home.

he hesitates, staring at the screen, then adds—

call me. now.

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[sematarygirls]

Okay but he’d fuck you so hard when they lose the Super Bowl after you spends an hour gloating about the eagles handing their asses to them!

i saw this request and started giggling and kicking my feet omg. anon, i owe you my first born child. you are a GENIUS! (although, fair warning, i'm not great at writing smut. i hope this is okay <3) not proofread

cw: unprotected p in v, rough sex, mean rafe, slapping, degradation

Football tended to be a touchy subject between you and Rafe. Where you were a diehard Eagles fan, he wouldn't be caught dead rooting for them. After the Chiefs narrowly beat out the Eagles in the 2023 Super Bowl, Rafe wouldn't shut up for weeks about how "trash" the Eagles were. It drove you absolutely insane.

That's why, when the Eagles absolutely kicked ass this Super Bowl in a rematch against the Chiefs, beating them out at a whopping 40-22, you thought it was your well-deserved right to rub it in Rafe's face, much to his dismay.

One thing about Rafe is that gloating is only okay when he does it—much like a lot of other things (he's a very hypocritical guy), hence his growing anger when you wouldn't stop talking about how the Chiefs absolutely threw the game with all their fumbles, making jokes the whole time about how it seemed like they weren't even playing.

Another thing about Rafe? He tended to get violent when he was angry. With other people, this meant he'd kick their asses, but with you, it meant you were in for a long night of rough fucking to make him feel better and put you in your place for your "bratty attitude."

Though, if you tried to point out the hypocrisy with him finding your actions annoying when he had done the exact same two years prior, he would only get more annoyed and very, very defensive.

You'd learned at a very early stage in your relationship that some battles were not worth fighting with Rafe, and besides, you kind of liked it when he was all rough with you, manhandling and degrading you deliciously.

"Not so mouthy now, huh?" He taunted, pounding into you from behind. Each thrust pushed you forward a little bit, your face burying further into the pillows as you moaned. A sharp slap to your ass had you gasping, the pain sending a jolt of pleasure to your core that had you practically gushing around Rafe's thick length. You didn't know how long you'd been going at this with him, but he hadn't let you cum, nor had he let up the brutal pace.

"Look at you," he sneered. "Can't even think of anything to say back to me, huh? Thought you were gonna gloat all night about how the Eagles won." His words were cruel and biting, revealing the depth of his anger, which wasn't about the football game. It was more so about being challenged, his ego hurt after talking such a big game about how the Chiefs were going to dominate.

You couldn't form a coherent sentence. Your brain turned to mush as the only thing you could focus on were his rough hands on you and his length stretching your velvety walls. You could practically feel each ridge and vein of his cock as it slid back and forth, his tip nudging your cervix roughly with each pass.

"What happened to that smart mouth, huh?" He mocked. "Your dumb little brain's too desperate for cock, huh, bunny," he cooed, his tone patronizing as he continued to pound into you with rough strokes, making your back arch and eyes roll back.

He was so mean, but you loved it.

He was right. You couldn't respond to him anymore. You had lost your ability to form a single word, dumbed down to a mess of please sounds as he hit that sweet spot inside of you so perfectly. He took that as a victory, seeing it as proof that you knew your place. He loved it when you whimpered underneath him, completely at his mercy. "Look who's behaving now. You're lucky you're so pretty, honey," he continued, enjoying this little game of his. "Otherwise, I wouldn't put up with such a bratty mouth."

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned, giving your ass another sharp smack before his hands found your hips again, his grip bordering on painful. "And this fuckin' love this pussy. Fuckin' perfect, baby."

He was getting close. You could tell by the way his pace started to falter, and his words switched from degrading to praising. One hand slipped down to your clit, rubbing firm circles. Even when he was pissed, he still tried to make you cum first.

It didn't take much more effort on his part. Your thighs were already trembling, desperate for release from the moment he'd thrown you onto the bed and ripped your clothes off.

"You're gonna be a good girl now, huh? You're gonna stop being such a pain in the ass, aren't you?" He questioned, punctuating each question with a thrust. "No more running your mouth and riling me up, right?"

"Uh huh," you whined pathetically, needy and desperate to cum.

He knew he had you right where he wanted you, all pliant and begging. "Yeah, you gonna stop talking back, huh? You can be a good little bunny for me, can't you?" He cooed, his words sounding a little bit less harsh. He was enjoying having you like this, completely at his mercy.

All you could muster was a weak nod, your fingers gripping the sheets and mouth parted in ecstacy as you reached your peak, blinding pleasure overtaking your body as your walls clamped down around his cock.

"That's it, baby, just like that," he groaned, pumping a few more times before pushing deep inside you and releasing spurts of hot, sticky cum into your eager cunt.

[wcnderlnds]

love dust | kwon ji-yong (g dragon)

・❥・summary: jiyong has been your closest friend for many years but what he doesn't know is you like him a lot more than that. ・❥・word count: 1.4k ・❥・warnings: none! ・❥・authors note: first time writing for gd so go easy on me <3

“You should let me borrow this one when you’re finished with it.” Your delicate fingers played around with the rings decorating Jiyong’s hands. His accessory game was always on point — you were always asking if you could borrow the things he wore and he would always very happily oblige. Something about seeing you in the things he wore made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

His arm was wrapped around your shoulders as the two of you laid out on the couch in his dressing room, legs stretched out. Jiyong's other hand lay on his stomach where you were playing around with his fingers. It was soothing, putting him in a calm frame of mind before he had to go out and perform later in the day. Nobody could calm him better than you. He gently rested his head on top of yours, squeezing his eyes shut as he laughed softly.

“I should start charging you for the amount of things you take from me,” he joked.

“You’d double your fortune at this rate,” you grinned over at him, tilting your head. “Not my fault you always have the best stuff. Stop being such a style icon and I wouldn’t have to.”

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Jiyong’s fingers playing with a strand of your hair, soaking in the quiet. It had always been like this with you. Jiyong was your closest friend — you’d known him before he’d even debuted. Every step of the way you had been by his side. Nobody knew him better than you and vice versa. He had been there at your lowest, you had been there at his. There wasn’t anything you hadn’t experienced together. It was easy to say that without each other, neither of you would be the person you were. It wasn’t often in life people found someone they connected with so easily, so deeply which is why Jiyong could never know how you really felt about him.

Over the last couple of years, your feelings for him had shifted. At first you’d brushed it off as just a crush, a silly little thing that would pass as time went on. Except it didn’t pass. It only got stronger. Every single day it was like a weight on your chest knowing that you could never tell him. Not only would it be humiliating but he definitely wouldn’t feel the same and that would be it. The friendship would be over and he’d be out of your life.

A sigh escaped your lips before you could even realise. Immediately, it caught Jiyong’s attention. His eyes that had been closed now opening to look at you with concern. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” you assured him. He looked at you as if he was examining you, trying to figure out if you were lying to him but as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the room opened.

Daesung and Youngbae walked in, laughing at something. Their eyes caught the position the two of you were in, mischievous grins slowly creeping onto their faces. Oh no. You know what was coming next. It had been like this for years now. They’d catch you and Jiyong cuddling or being close to each other and never let either of you live it down.

“Did we interrupt something?” Daesung raised a brow. Jiyong rolled his eyes, sitting up with you and giving his friend the middle finger.

“I think we did. You know, next time put a sock on the door or something so we know you’re busy,” Youngbae teased. Your cheeks flushed red as you hid your face in your hands. This only caused the two men to laugh.

Jiyong got to his feet, holding his hand out to help you to yours. “You two are a pain in my ass.” He turned to you, his hand lingering on yours for a beat longer than normal. “I need to go get ready but I’ll see you after the show? We can go get food or something.”

You simply nodded your head, waving goodbye as he and Youngbae left the room. Daesung remained behind, looking at you with a soft smile. “You should tell him, you know.”

“Huh?”

“You should tell Jiyong how you feel.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. How had Daesung even figured it out? He really was more attentive than you gave him credit for.

“Sure but I’m just saying, I think you’d be pleasantly surprised if you told him,” Daesung shot a wink your way, running out of the room to meet up with his friends.

Now, what the hell did that mean?

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The show had gone amazing. It was like Jiyong had never been gone. Each show he performed he got more and more confident, G Dragon coming out in full force. Honestly, seeing him on stage and fully embracing his G Dragon person was hot as hell. Nobody did it like him. He was the king of K Pop for a reason.

You had slid away to the dressing room as the show ended, giving the three boys time to thank the crew. It was Taeyang’s tour but you knew how much all of them appreciated the people who helped them. It was one of the most endearing qualities — it’s what made them some of the most loved boys in the industry.

The door to the room opened and in came Jiyong. He hand a towel in his hand, dabbing at the sweat on his face. The second he laid eyes on you, he smiled. His heartbeat speeding up everytime he looked at you. He had it bad. So damn bad.

“You did so good out there!” You beamed, throwing your arms around him in a hug. Without hesitation, he dropped the towel, wrapping his arms around you. If he could keep you this close to him forever, he would. Hopefully you couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating right now. The best feeling in the world was you waiting for him after a show. It felt like he was on cloud nine knowing that he had the most supportive, loyal and kind person by his side.

He pulled back, only slightly, his hot breath fanning across your face. You couldn’t place the look in his eyes but it cause a shiver to run down your spine. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “Couldn’t do any of it without you.”

Time seemed to stand still as you locked eyes with each other. Was this it? Was this the right moment to tell him how you felt? 

“Jiyong, I….” You started but he cut you off.

“I’m sorry for cutting you off, I need to say something to you and if I don’t do it now, I never will,” he cupped your cheek, taking a deep breath as he found the words that had been on the tip of his tongue for so long now. “I’m crazy about you. I have been for a very long time but you are so important to me that I didn’t want to ruin the friendship. I can’t lie to myself or you anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same way but I owed it to myself to at least tell you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you listened to his soft, rushed words. You could tell how nervous he was, how much he wanted to probably run out of the door and pretend he never said anything but he didn’t. He was stood here being brave so you had to be too. “Jiyong, I’m crazy about you, too. You drive me insane. It’s kind of terrifying how much I like you as more than a friend. I just… didn’t think you’d feel the same so I never said anything.”

“What? Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I feel the same? You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re biased.”

“Yeah, well,” he grinned one of those signature Jiyong grins. His eyes flickered down to your lips then back to your eyes as if asking for permission. You nodded your head and that was all he needed. He leaned forward, closing the distance to meet your lips. The kiss was gentle, a declaration of his feelings for you without actually giving them words.

It was short and sweet. It was perfect. 

Pulling back, he smiled at you. Seeing you stood there with your flushed cheeks and nervous smile, he felt like he could burst from joy. He was so head over heels for you. “Come on,” he said, linking his fingers with yours. “I believe I promised you some food.”

But before he could pull you off, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him back down to meet your lips. Food could wait for now.

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[jackactuallywrites]

All Seeing, All Knowing, All Loving Part 18

Warnings: Vomiting!

Summary: You drank too much and puke it all up in front of Ghost because you’re a classy chick

Word Count: 1,991

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Uh oh.

You were going to throw up.

You could feel those tell-tale signs, the pain in your stomach, the watery saliva at the back of your mouth, that tightness in your throat. Shit. You had about ten seconds to get to the toilet; otherwise, it was going to happen in your bed.

At a speed only matched by an Olympic sprinter, you flung yourself out of bed and ran to the bathroom, already beginning to gag as you lifted up the toilet lid, hugging the porcelain as you chundered into the bowl. Ugh. You thought you’d been lucky and avoided this after a night of binge drinking, but clearly, it had only been lying in wait. At least you hadn’t puked on Ghost.

Christ. How unappealing must you be to him now? You sounded like a damn plague victim. God, your stomach hurt. That was it; you were never drinking again. This was the last time you were going to allow yourself to get to this state again. At least the bathroom floor was nice and cold. You were still wearing your tights, the waistband digging into your stomach, which was not exactly helpful in your current situation, so you pulled them off, careful not to take your head away from the toilet for too long. Motherfucker, how had you puked on your own hair? It was so gross you almost wanted to cry. At least the vomiting had stopped for now. You flushed the loo, then gingerly pulled yourself to your feet using the sink as a crutch, your fingertips brushing against something fluffy as you did so. Ah, yeah, Soap was sleeping in the sink again. You still didn’t understand what his affinity for it was, and you gently scooped him up out of it, apologising, “Sorry, babe, I need the tap.” He was floppy in your hands, dead weight, a pain in the ass to shift, and you dropped him on the bath mat before turning back to the taps so you could rinse the bile out of your hair. You didn’t dare look at yourself in the mirror, slumping down to the floor and resting your back against the bathtub, praying that Ghost was still asleep.

“Feel better?”

Of course he wasn’t. You cracked open an eye to look at him, finding him standing in the doorway to your bathroom, illuminated from behind by the lamp in the living room, leaning against the doorframe, a glass of water in his hand. You shut your eyes again, leaning your head back over the bathtub side, wrapping your arms around your middle, “Not really.” You heard his footsteps approach, and then the soft touch of his thighs against yours as he sat next to you, and the cold touch of the glass on your skin as he placed it on your leg. Wait a second. Ghost wasn’t wearing trousers. Your eyes snapped back open, and you took a good look at the man beside you.

Ghost was only in a plain green t-shirt and white boxers. That was something. Now you could see his legs; his thighs were thicker than yours; he could crack a fucking watermelon in half with them! His skin was tan for an Englishman and covered in scars and dark blond hair, like the rest of him. On the top of his right thigh, the skin looked strange, bald and shiny, pulled taut. Was that a burn scar? It was fucking massive! Had someone tried to roast the man like a joint of beef?

The very thought of food made your stomach roil, and you groaned, pushing the glass of water over to Ghost as you crawled over to the loo again, cheeks beginning to burn in shame as the bile crept up your throat. Why did he have to come across you this night? Why couldn’t it be a night where you looked sophisticated and sexy, and he railed you over the kitchen counter rather than watched you puke your guts up? You weren’t a quiet puker either; Katie could throw up right next to you, and you’d never know, whereas you sounded like you were expelling demons.

And yet, Ghost was kind. Sure, you could hear him suppressing his sniggers, but he held your hair back for you and rubbed your back, much like you’d done for Helen. Christ, you hoped that wasn’t how Ghost saw you; as a friend. You finished retching, hoping that was the last of it for tonight, resting your cheek on the seat as you pressed the flush again, thankful that you were neurotic about keeping the bathroom clean. Ghost held out the water insistently, and you took a sip, swishing it around in your mouth before spitting it out. You groaned and went to sit back, finding that Ghost had shifted to be right behind you, so you sat between his legs and let yourself fall back onto his chest, resting your free arm on his thigh.

“You can’t hold your booze, can you?” Ghost teased, and you grumbled back at him, “Bite me.” You didn’t really want to think about anything; your head was beginning to pound, and trying to recall things only seemed to make it worse. But there was one memory you couldn’t shake.

“Did you seriously wank in my bathroom?”

You felt Ghost laugh behind you, his chest shaking, and he reached up to run his hand over his buzzed head, “Man has needs.”

You twisted in his lap so you could look at him, seeing the mirth in his eyes and the smile on his lips. There wasn’t an ounce of shame on his face.

“Do you really carry around photos of me?”

You would have thought that would have made him even the slightest bit defensive, but he was an open book.

“Keep ‘em in my wallet.”

“Okay, more pertinent question, where did you get printed photos of me?”

“Took ‘em off your phone.”

Yeah, you should have expected that. The man already had a track record of stalking, theft, breaking and entering; the list went on. You looked at him suspiciously, “Do you have naked photos of me?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“I swear on Johnny’s life.”

Strange. You regarded him inquisitively, but there wasn’t a hint of lie on his face. Not that there would be; he was a special forces soldier, no doubt he was great at lying.

“There were a lot of photos of me naked on my phone. You’re telling me you didn’t save a single one?”

He looked down at you, his eyes strangely intense, “I need to earn those. Couldn’t even look at them.”

It didn’t seem like the type of thing a man would do, but then again, Ghost wasn’t a typical man. Nothing about the situation was typical or normal. Perhaps you’d been ignoring that for too long.

You shifted out of his grip, crawling to the opposite side of the bathroom so you could sit with your back against the sink cabinet and look at Ghost properly.

“What are we?”

It sounded painfully cliché even as it left your lips, but you had to know.

“What do you want us to be?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, pursing your lips, “Don’t answer a question with a question.”

Ghost grinned, but you poked his thigh with your foot, “I’m serious!”

He opened his mouth to make another joke, but you scowled at him, and he thought better of it. He sighed, resting his arm along the side of the bathtub, tilting his head back as he looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought. You didn’t interrupt, your stomach tense in a different way as you awaited his response.

“As far as I’m concerned,” he began, still staring at the ceiling, “I’m all yours. Have been for months.”

You raised a brow at him, even though he wasn’t looking at you, “Exclusively?”

“I haven’t touched another bird since I met you.”

It was hard to tell if the feeling in your chest was nausea or butterflies.

“That why all your army lot keep calling me your missus?”

He laughed, finally looking over at you, running his hand over his buzzed hair again, “Aye, well, it’s not like I keep you a secret.”

Apparently, you’d been in a relationship without knowing. For months. Well, Ghost had said he was yours; he hadn’t said anything about you being his. Maybe that’s why his eyes had what looked like a slight hint of insecurity to them.

You fiddled with the hem of his jumper, “I’m sure you’ve stalked me enough to know my feelings on the matter.”

“Wanna hear you say it.”

“Come off it. You know I’m yours.”

It was impossible to miss the way his eyes lit up, a wide grin spreading across his face. He reached across the bathroom to grab you, his arms encircling your waist so he could pick you up and pull you close to him, holding you against his chest. It was impossible not to feel how hard he was; it was practically jabbing into your thigh, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity, “Seriously? I’m all sweat and puke right now, and that makes you hard?”

“As a fucking rock. ‘d take you to bed right now if I didn’t think you’d puke on me.”

“Yeah, I think the motion might kill me.”

Ghost practically purred into your ear, “I could be gentle. Take it slow.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t.”

That made him groan, and he shifted you slightly so he could reach down to adjust himself, “Christ, the things you do to me.”

You snorted and stifled a yawn, and Ghost sighed, “You done puking for the night?”

“Unlikely. But for now, at least, yeah.”

He shifted underneath you, lifting you as he got to his feet, carrying you back through the living room into the bedroom. Soap had snuck in while you were throwing your guts up, having taken your pillow as his bed, so Ghost put you on his side of your bed, leaving Soap undisturbed. You looked at him questioningly as he went to leave again, “You’re not gonna wank in my bathroom again, are you?”

“Why, you wanna watch?”

“Yes.”

He froze in his tracks, letting out a breathy laugh, “You’re testing my resolve, little love.” He shook his head, “I’m fetching you a bowl, just in case.”

You were about to tell him where they were, but he’d already gone. Right, the man knew where everything in your house was. Instead, you just made yourself comfortable underneath the duvet again, shifting the pillows around until they were the right level of cool. The jumper, though cosy, was a little too hot for bed, so you pulled it over your head and tossed it on the floor. That would be a fun surprise for Ghost.

He returned quickly, placing the bowl on the floor next to the bed and the glass on your bedside table, then carefully climbed over you, slotting himself in between you and Soap. As his fingers reached out to pull you close, they hesitated, and he lifted the duvet slightly, looking at your bare back. You heard his sharp intake of breath, and the controlled way he exhaled, his fingers carefully wrapping around your waist as he gently pulled you back against his chest, the fabric of his T-shirt soft on your skin. His voice tickled your ear as he spoke. “You’re an evil little bitch, you know that?”

That made you smile, and you settled with your back against him, linking your fingers with his and bringing his hand up to your cheek, his arm snugly wrapped around your chest. You could feel how tense his muscles were and how hard he was, and it did wonders for your ego as you settled down into the pillow, smug as a cat that got the cream.

[rdr2enjoyer]

Hi sweetheart! Was wondering if I could have some headcanons for how Arthur would look after you if you were sick/ how he’d comfort you if you were crying. Don’t worry if not, cancer’s been kicking my ass and I thought this could be a pick me up! All my love 🫶

Of course I can do this for you! Honestly, Arthur has a much more caring and nurturing nature than he gives himself credit for, and I believe he would do very well taking care of a sick loved one.

I'm sure you also get this all the time but, I'm so sorry you have to deal with this. I'm sure it must be exhausting in more ways then one. I wish you all the best, and I sincerely hope it turns around soon. Sending you so much love <3

How arthur would care for you if you were sick

I imagine Arthur would really struggle with feeling helpless when you're sick. He's not a doctor, not a miracle worker, and all he wants to do is take the suffering away from his sweetheart. He would try to hide it, of course. He doesn't want to put any more stress on you and the last thing he wants to do is make you worry about him, but it would just kill him that he couldn't take the sickness away.

Anything he can do, he would. When he's not by your side he's in the fields, forging for medicinal herbs to help with the pain, insomnia, and fatigue. every second away from you has him wracked with worry. He'd return as quickly as possible with a satchel full of different herbs - some he's not even sure what they do but hopes are helpful - and makes a tea for you.

Even if you didn't have much of an appetite he'd push you to eat and drink, telling you that you need to keep your strength up to fight this thing. If you're in such bad shape that you don't have the strength or will to feed yourself, he'd lift the cup and spoon to your lips himself, "That's it...doing good. Thank you, darlin'." He only hopes he has the capacity to be as gentle and patient as you need him to be.

When he's gone he puts only the people he trusts most to watch after you; that would be Grimshaw, Charles, or Sadie. But he's never gone for long; he can't handle the worry and anxiety he feels when he's away from you. What if you suddenly turn for the worst and he's not there? Waht if you wake up looking for him?

On the days where you're feeling a little stronger and want to try doing your chores again, Arthur would hover around you like an overprotective bird. You can tell how anxious he is as you struggle to rebuild your strength and stamina. Every groan of effort has him reaching out towards you, ready to catch you or whatever it is you're working to lift. Every time you assure him that you're okay, he'd deny even worrying. He doesn't want you to feel weak, but even more than that he doesn't want you to hurt yourself or tire yourself out.

He'd be a quiet listener as you confide in him how much your struggling. The exhaustion and pain in your voice would break his heart, but he would try not to show it externally. He wants to be strong for you, a rock. Words of comfort don't come easily to him, but he can quietly wrap his arms around you and hold you against him. His hands smooth down your hair and back as you cry into his shoulder, and he's grateful that he can at least do this for you.

[hello-gloomy]

Not Everyone Is a Genius

Dr. Xeno Houston Wingfield x Neutral!Reader

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Description: You be honest to Xeno to what's on your mind and his answer surprises you.

Warnings: Slight angst, mild horny, SCIENCE, maybe OOC of course. SPOLIERS FOR THE MANGA.

A/N: If your not far in the manga or season 4 anime deffo don't read this it's probably only mild Mentions of stuff but still just to be safe, also Xe might be a bit OOC.

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"What are you doing?" Xeno asks as he walks entirely inside your shared bedroom to get a better look at your current position on the floor. Your back is against the floor, and your legs are pressed upwards against the wall. You twist your head away from the book you were writing to look at him; you don't feel as dizzy as you would be if you were hanging upside down.

"Letting the blood rush down my legs so they don't hurt, " you deadpan, tiredly. All this moon mission madness has everyone working to death 24/7 with hardly any breaks, and it's starting to get exhausting. But nobody has the heart to ask the science group to slow down a bit, especially not since everyone is finally on good terms with Stanley after the original debacle.

He hums while removing his gloves and setting them on the dresser near where you lie. "Elevating your feet allows gravity to reduce excess fluid from your legs back into your heart," he starts, and you can't help but smile at his small lecture, his voice soothing your stress-induced headache. Closing your eyes and breathing deeply, you let him move around the room and finish talking about the benefits of your actions, swaying you into calmness. You only open your eyes when you hear him groan quietly and sit down upright against the wall where your legs rest, his bare hand smoothing over the skin of your calves, then to the swell of your thighs, and lastly to your sternum. You throw a hand over your face and let out a little whimper at his touch.

"How was your day?" he asks quietly, continuing to rub your legs. You sigh through your nose and uncover your eyes to look at his pale face, tracing your eyes over the 'X.' marking its upper half; you chew your lip before mumbling out a half-assed 'fine' to him and turning your head away.

"Did you know your heart rate increases when you lie?" he asks, subtly rubbing your wrist now, which makes your heart jump in your chest more so than when you lied to him.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong, or should I go about this using a trial and error method as I usually do?" He puts his hand beside your head, leaning over you and giving you options.

"I'm tired, Xeno," You blink back the tears before continuing, "So fucking tired and in pain. This space mission you guys have planned is draining; I know it may not seem that way to all you science guys in the lab, but to all of us that you have been doing all the manual labor for this project is getting exhausting, not just me but for everyone as well. Morale is low, and it's getting harder to ignore." You vent, your body aching just thinking about the rest of the endeavor you must deal with; you spare him a glance and see him watching you intently.

"I'm sorry." You snap your head up in surprise and slip your legs off at the words that just came from him; he moves to hold both of your hands in his, rubbing at them before looking back up at you.

"I'll talk to Senku and the others about taking a short break for morale." You blink in surprise, taken aback by how easily he came to this conclusion. He laughs lightly at your reaction before pulling you in for a kiss. This was a different man from the one you knew a few years ago, and it made you happy to see him changing for the better, mellowing out a bit for your sake. You wipe your eyes before pressing your forehead to his and smiling at the man you chose to fall in love with.

"Would you like to take a bath, my dear?"

"In a 'horny' way or like 'I'll take care of you' kind of way?" You jest gently, and he, in turn, covers his mouth in silent laughter.

"Whichever gets you to produce plenty of oxytocin."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me." He starts full-on dying at that.

[cravingrickgrimes]

𝞋𝞎 ─────── “Hurting”

pairing: rick x male reader

summary: after weeks of waiting, you finally garnered enough courage to ask rick to do something you thought he wouldn’t do. to your surprise, he obliged. when you home from work you know you’re about to be the happiest person alive.

notes: bottom rick, top reader, heavy smut, anal, oneshot, hurt, no apocalypse au

word count: 1.0 k

“Good mornin’” Rick groggily replied to your groan that let him know you were awake. He was standing in the entrance of your bedroom door, dressed in nothing but his black boxers. He scratched an itch just above his right nipple and you couldn’t help but wander your treacherous gaze toward it. You had known Rick and fucked Rick for a year now. You’d known him so much the two of you had decided to start a life together and get a house. But in all that time, you never got used to the way the morning sun reflected on the hard core muscles. You were strict with his body hair: not too much, not too little. He loved you so much he obliged, much to his dismay.

“Mornin’” You hated the fact that you had picked up on his southern drawl. He must have realised it too as he smiled harder than he had last night being deeply thrusted into. “I have a proposal.” You said returning the favour of a smirk worth billions, and you knew it.

“Oh? Come on out with it then darlin’.” You stood up, eyed him suspiciously and spoke the proposal that had been on your mind for the past week.

As you came home from your hard day at work, you were excited from one thing and one thing only. Rick Grimes. You opened the door and searched frantically for him, only to find him holed up in your shared bed whining and shaking.

“You did what i asked?” You mused at his soft placement on the bed. He only nodded stiffly.

“Hurts.” He shivered at the mere thought. “Can’t take it much longer.” You only smirked at that. The fact that the strong Rick Grimes had listened to your command so intently even if it hurt him was a feat not many could accomplish.

“Well, not to worry baby. It won’t be.” You pulled the sheets off him and gaped at him. He was still in those same black boxers you had seen earlier this morning—they were hard to forget. You noticed the small bulge in the back of his boxers and smirked.

You pulled them down as quickly as you saw his beautiful, sharp muscles. There, in all its glory, was the new anal plug you bought a few weeks ago. You only now, after a night of pure sex, garnered the courage to actually ask him if he would be willing to stretch himself out for hours until you got back. Much to your surprise he accepted with a flirtatious smile etched on his handsome face. Though now he wasn’t amused at all, and that made you scandalously horny.

You grazed a soft finger over his tight ass cheek. He shuddered at the contact and forced a tight smile. “Christ, you’re sweating Rick.”

“Well i’ve had this wretched thing in for hours. After this, i’m going to burn it.” He laughed, the movement causing him to suck in a sharp intake of air and moan.

“Doesn’t sound like it’s hurting.” He shot you a look of desperation. Your voice was laced with amusement that Rick did not appreciate. You forced Rick’s ass up in the air and gently tugged his tormentor. He moaned like he had never moaned before, his hole expanded to make room for the exiting plug. His back arched violently and you moved your hand to his that was gripping the bedsheets, turning his knuckles white.

When the plug was finally out of the man, you stared in awe at what you saw in front of you. Rick’s hole was so wet you could slip anything inside and you doubted he would even feel it. “How you feeling?” You asked him reeling in lewd thoughts your mind had produced at the sight.

“Better.” He breathed a sigh of relief driving home how much pain he actually had been in.

“Good because, in all honesty, it’s going to get worse.” You flipped him over to face you, leaving him on his back. He stared up at you so submissively it stimulated thoughts of how he was in public. Or rather, how he was seen by the public. To everyone else, Rick was a strong, independent, commanding man. To you he was everything but those things, he was a submissive mess. And that’s exactly how you liked it.

Rick nodded with a shiver. His permission was all you needed before slipping your cock, slick with pre-cum, inside his equally wet ass.

To say the feel of him was intense would be a severe understatement. The feeling of Rick being so stretched out that you didn’t need the normal thirty minutes of preparation. From the way Rick tightly wrapped his insides around your member, you could tell he didn’t regret an ounce of what that plug did to him.

His blue eyes never left you or your body. It was an amazing feeling to be worshipped, especially by someone that felt this good to be inside. You pulled Rick’s thighs up into your hands and held them so they were suspended in the air, giving you more access to his body. His thighs were lined with little dark brown curly hairs that only made you love him in this position even more.

You couldn’t help but pound into him rougher than you had before the mere sight of him in this state driving you insane. He put a hand behind his head revealing the muscles he had been working on. In fact, his entire body was chiselled intricately with muscle. Rick ran a hand through his hair and moved his hips in a way he had never done before. You swore up and down that you were going to worship the anal plug for the things it did to Ricks body.

With each and every new thrust you felt yourself get closer to your climax. Your balls slapped loudly against his sweating body. You began to slip into a state of ecstasy so potent that your vision blurred at its edges. You could have sworn your eyes shook violently as you gripped hard on Ricks thighs causing him to yelp. At the time you came Rick did as well, the feeling of your seed gushing inside him and sloshing inside and not being able to leave made Rick crazy.

“Again?” You asked under Rick. He nodded profusely, still in the ecstasy of his orgasm to speak.

[npdkondraki]

hihihi it’s me again ^_^ can i get a basic rundown/explanation of theresa and sam i would like to know more about them 🙏

(also funny story, our first rewrite was also named moore)

oh god oh fuck . this got so long . stelly i am so sorry you activated my autism trap card. enjoy the uh . multi-paragraph infodump.

ok FIRST OFF. basically the very very very basic lore rundown vis a vis What The Hell Is Their Issue is that essentially theyre both semi-hosts to a fucked up fungus* (*think of cordyceps fungi if u want a similar example ^_^) thats using their bodies to keep itself alive.

in moore's case it primarily resides in his throat & mouth* (*hence the fucked up hoarse & wavery voice + stutter) & in theresa's case it primarily resides in her heart* (*hence the fact she essentially just. cannot die. it just refuses to let her heart stop beating. lol. sucks to be her). moore's "healing" is essentially speeding up the healing process but sacrificing pieces of himself to do so, meanwhile he recovers at the same rate a normal human would with those injuries. the entire process is just . incredibly painful and draining for him. sucks to be that guy Lol Lmfao Even.

ok hope you got that. NOW onto their . like. normal actual dynamics i promise this is Far easier to explain.

moore works primarily on site as a sign language interpreter, and he'll pretty much work on anything he can have access to. the man loves information and its basically enrichment for him to be allowed to translate things. he also doubles as an off site medic, traveling primarily to areas where medical help isn't able to be received quick as a first resort health system so they don't use up their medical resources as quick. really the only reason they even have him on medical calls is because he was a med student who just . never went into nursing after graduation. worlds most traumatized 42 year old man who has not socially progressed past the age of 10. He Sucks Bad. its great

THERESA, on the other hand, is just. worlds worst interviewer. she works primarily with the more "violent" or typically dangerous humanoid scps doing interviews which . usually ends in her getting her ass kicked or being dragged out of the room before anything actually gets physical (really, its just because the foundation doesnt want to spend more money on fixing her messes than they have to). her main goal is pretty much to see how much they can take before it turns to violence. theresa takes primary control over anything relating to moore with the justification that he doesn't "truly understand what he's getting into", so long as she has permission from the higher ups.

theres just So Much happening in the background in their relationship honestly like. brief examples include theresa purposefully keeping him sheltered and insisting he not socialize with anyone as a way to keep him under her thumb, the fact moore hates her but literally wouldnt know who he is without her and also thats his sister still and he cant just Leave Her, and also just the fact alone that she, even within foundation walls, has found a way to isolate him further and keep him truly controlled. also like . dont even get me started on theresa purposefully injuring herself so moore will heal her so she has to take care of him and just manipulate him further. endless spiral. they suck so fucking much. my constant go-to is just "cain & abel if they sucked shit and were awful for eachother". but that would take Forever to properly explain so i will not even try to. anyways.

fuckignff. yeah thats it. thats the most basic summary i can nail down. thumbs up.

[littelovelunette]

MORE ANAL WITJ SEV PLSSS

your wish is my command

Never Something as Too Much Lube

content warning: anal, loss of anal virginity, angst, degradation, choking, mentions of whipping, nipple clamps

you did it again, teased sevika during one of her poker games and this time she was not just pissed, borderline furious with you due to that. sevika looked feral when she kicked the door open, walking into the bedroom, hands immediately reaching for your figure.

"little brat." she hissed as she shoved two fingers down your throat and grabbed your throat with her mechanical hand.

you choked on her fingers a little, "whaf dif i do?" you choked and feigned innocence but oh did sevika always know when you did that. her grip on your throat increased a tad bit and she let go right after to take her clothes off.

"strip. want you in bed by the time i get back." sevika said coldly before turning on her heel and walking into the bathroom.

you got on the bed after stripping, on your hands and knees as your pussy throbbed just imagining the depraved things she'd do to you. wetness was making your folds slick as you waited for the older woman to come back into the room.

sevika got back a bit later, a vibrator in hand along with nipple clamps and an 8 inched dildo with ridges and bumps that made your stomach churn, pussy clenching over nothing. she was holding lube too.

sevika wore the strap without a word, spitting on your asshole. you could feel the warm spit dribbling down your asshole and pussy, "daddy, please," you managed a whimper only earning a harsh slap to your butt cheeks with her mechanical hand making you whine in pain.

"stop being a pathetic mess, you'll take what I give you now." sevika snapped before she picked the nipple clamps up, reaching down, her erect nipples rubbing against your back as she let the clamps bite into your sensitive nubs like a vice.

sevika pulled back, squirting the lube onto the strap on, coating it with one hand while her other hand turned the vibrator's intensity settings up high, "hold it against your clit. dare move it and i'll whip your pussy with my belt."

"yes daddy," you murmured weakly, holding the vibrator against your clitoris, toes curling at the intense feeling of pleasure but you dared not make a sound.

sevika noticed, scoffing, "tch..."

sevika positioned the tip of the dildo against your asshole, making you gulp in anticipation. she's never fucked you back there before and this would be the first time. she was using a generous amount of lube too considering how angry she was, making you wonder how much she anticipated it'd hurt.

afterall, she did have a damn lot of experience from the brothel. you let out a shuddered breath feeling the tip slide past the tight ring of muscles, tensing up. "d-daddy..."

sevika slapped your ass again with her mechanical hand, making you whimper in pain as she rubbed and squeeze the red handprint, "shut it." she growled. you loved how she was manhandling you, wetness dripping from your pussy, covering the vibrator.

after you relaxed a little, sevika started pushing the dildo again and the stretch made your body threaten to tense up again, the burn in your asshole was too much, almost overwhelming.

just then without warning sevika pushed the dildo all the way inside your asshole making you howl in pain, she turned you over on your back, dildo still lodged in your tight asshole. she had a fuckass grin on her face as she pumped the dildo hard and fast into your resisting asshole. "daddy, please, hurts!" you cried but she didn't cease.

with every thrust she made the dildo completely disappear in your rectum before pulling it back out. the lube she had used made pornographic squelching sounds that were etched in your brain sure to wreck any innocence left in your body and mind.

"my little cockslut." she grunted.

you drooled in pleasure, hand pressing the vibrator needily against your clit while sevika fucked your ass roughly but of course this was a punishment. sevika didn't want you have too much fun, she grabbed the nipple clamps, tugging at them.

"daddy, I'm sorry! so sorry!" you babbled, brain foggy, "please...!" sevika only scoffed at your slurred apologies before she got faster, pulling your legs up to give herself more access. "daddy! daddy! please!" you didn't know what you were pleading for but then suddenly you felt the knot in your lower stomach, "daddy! c-cumming, please!"

as if to approve your plea to cum, sevika gave the dildo one last thrust making you finally come undone.

"did perfect, my little anal whore."

[stars-etc]

Interior practice but I started it about 10 months ago… you know when the buttercups were still a thing that was happening

[wickedcriminal]

Last Unicorn quote stuck out to me so I gave it to Spider-Fox

(the only person willing to be your friend and he didn't show up until long after you already lost all trust in other people)

[teddybearsims]

San Myshuno Aquarium - Friday 9PM & Tuesday 2PM

[laniidae-passerine]

I made my post about Dean Highbottom and then as I was writing my tags realised that his Hunger Games counterpart is Haymitch. and now my head is in my hands and I don’t think I’ll ever recover

[recallback-art]

I have a little art backlog, so I already have some art of my newest boy. Just a simple piece of a guy experiencing some lost childish wonder.

[loveliluc]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ not so gentle gentlemen ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

— ft. ayato, diluc, neuvillette, zhongli

synopsis — they’re respectful, eloquent, and dignified. they are gentlemen in every sense. but when it comes to how they have you? well, let’s just say there’s nothing gentle about it; 2.2k words.

— minors do not interact! unprotected sex. rough sex. orgasm denial. hair pulling. dacryphilia. choking. breeding. size kink. neuvi has two cocks cuz ya know, dragon. cockwarming. double penetration. public sex. fem!reader. sub!reader.

— ayato 𝜗𝜚

there’s a firm hand in your hair and then an ever firmer tug. it’s accompanied by a sharp, deep thrust and all you can do is wail into the sheets. a toned body hovers above your back. you feel the textures of his attire and all its embellishments; it’s rough against your skin. “oh? are you crying, my darling?” ayato’s voice is silky soft on your ears, but there’s a sharp edge that makes you writhe underneath him. the little crystalline beads pour from your eyes in a flood, soaking the sheets. you hear him chuckle coolly. “my, after all of your confidence from earlier, here you are shedding tears. can’t you handle it? is this not the outcome you were so diligently seeking?”

you release a shaky breath. “ayato,” you plead with him, but you know it’s pointless. there’s no use in attempting to change the yashiro commissioner’s mind once he’s set on something, and right now he is set on making a mess of you. “i’m —” a hiccup, “— sorry!”

“sorry?” another ruthless plunge of his cock. your ass feels raw from all the slaps of his pelvis against you. you can’t see him, but you know there’s a goading smirk on his face. “this is quite rich coming from you, my darling. you were creating such a scene, and in public of all places. did you forget we have a reputation to uphold?”

you pout and from the way your face is turned, ayato can see clearly how your bottom lip juts out. your ayato, your kind, patient, loving ayato has transformed into the menace behind you. how he is now and how he is to the public is a night and day difference; you feel simultaneously blessed to witness this exclusive side of him and exasperated. he’s robbed you of countless orgasms at this point — to teach you a lesson, he said — and your body aches. he tugs at your hair again.

“now you’re so quiet. oh goodness, that won’t do.” ayato sets a brutal pace and all you can do is clamber at the sheets and take it. his mushroom tip kisses your cervix and it’s a pleasurable pain. the coil in your tummy is building momentum again and you hope it won’t be torn away from you again.

“ah! ayato!” you sob and it’s shrilled and raspy. one of your hands reaches behind you and clasps at his long sleeve; you’re fully ridden of clothing while he still wears his. it’s a little humiliating, and it’s a sign of his power over you, but you can’t deny the way it makes you leak all over his length. “p-please!”

ayato chuckles, knowing what you’re after but determined to deprive you until you can communicate your need. “please what, darling? i cannot supply your need if you do not tell me what it is.” his cock throbs at the pitiful cry of his name and the squeeze of your walls around him. you’re close, very close.

he’s playing dumb, you know he is. you know what he’s after but what you don’t know is whether or not your poor, muddled brain can put the words together. “ayato, please! let me cum! i need it so bad!”

“is that it?” ayato drags his lips against your ear, pace still ruthless. you’re about to fall apart. “hmm, i suppose you are deserving of it. have you learned your lesson?”

“yes!”

his hand reaches south to pinch at your clit. “very good. you’ll do well to remember what you’ve learned, my darling.”

— diluc 𝜗𝜚

“d-diluc…mmh!” your body is folded in half when your legs are thrown over his shoulder. the weight of his body is heavy and it traps you against the mattress; you’re helpless to the ruthless pace of his hips. he’s able to reach so much deeper like this, and it’s maddening and overwhelming to the point you feel like you can’t catch a breath. your knees being pushed into your chest certainly isn’t helping either, though.

your plea falls on deaf ears as diluc continues to batter your insides, resilient in his efforts to mold you to the shape of his cock. you’re clawing at his biceps and he grunts at the sting, but your efforts do nothing to deter him. his vermilion eyes take in the sight of you scrunched and crowded underneath him, eyes glassy and brow dewy with sweat. your hair splays out over the pillow in a wild mess, and drool is at the corner of your lips. “look at you,” he pants. “such a mess. you look so dirty, my love. already so fucked out for me.”

your lover is a sight to behold above you — red mane falling down his shoulders, eyes alight with a burning passion, and his mouth hung open as continuous grunts spill out. he’s like a wildfire in this moment, so opposite to the cool, stoic persona that he displays to the rest of the world. and he respects you always, but right now he’s fucking you so insanely disrespectfully it makes your head spin. there’s nothing elegant in the way he’s taking you. “deep! you’re so, so deep!”

one of diluc’s large, calloused hands wraps around your neck. he chuckles lowly when your tiny hands wrap around his wrist, your pretty eyes blinking away tears as you gaze up at him. “you feel me deep inside, hm? ah, you’re taking me so well. you were fucking made to take my cock like this, my love.”

you feel him knocking against your womb. he’s so big it’s hard to handle him, your gummy walls struggling to expand enough for him. and when he fucks you like this, so hard and fast, you feel as if you might break like porcelain against the hard floor. “s’too much!”

diluc shushes you with a sloppy kiss. “no, no. you can take it. i’ll make you feel so good. i promise. just keep taking me like a good girl, okay?” you’re close and he can feel it from the vice like grip around his shaft. he knows you’re only a few strokes away from falling apart, and he groans because so is he. “and you’ll take all my cum, right? let me breed this pretty pussy. breed it so well, my love. i’ll fill you up so full.”

his voice is low and gravelly and rough against your ears. you whimper as he continues his brutal pace; you’re on the verge of breaking, and just like always, you’ll shatter into a million pieces so beautifully for him. and he’ll be there to pick up every piece of you to put you back together, just to make you fall apart all over again.

— neuvillette 𝜗𝜚

“oh, neuvillette,” you breath, or rather, you try to. your basic functioning seems almost impossible right now when you’re being stuffed so incredibly full. it’s borderline too much, and normally you could appeal to your lover’s tender heart for some reprieve, but not tonight.

neuvillette’s palm that rests against your tummy tightens, pushing against you and forcing you to be even more aware of how far he’s nestled into the depths of you. he’s two cocks deep, stretching both of your holes tautly. you hear his grunt from behind you and feel it on the back of your neck. “hush now,” he commands softly but firmly. “sit still and take it. i wish to continue my work in peace without anymore of your distractions.”

you want to slump forward against his desk, but his grip keeps you from doing so. and you try, really you do! you try to be still, to be good, to be content with the stillness of his hips and the way his cocks remain idle inside of you. they make you ache, just sitting on them is insufferable. you need him to move, to bend you over this large desk and fuck you into it. this is the whole reason you decided to visit him at the palais mermonia this late, after all. a longing for him so great you had to come to him directly, only for him to sit you on his cocks and do nothing more. you grind your hips and try as you might, there is no stopping the moan that slips out of you. the iudex under you tenses.

“did i not make myself clear, my love?” neuvillette has now left the task at hand in favor of holding you with both hands. he exhales heavily at the grip of you around him; you’re maddening and prancing on his very last shred of composure. he likes to pride himself on his self control, especially when at work, but you make him feel insane, like he’s capable of nothing more than his most basic and carnal instincts. “i told you to be still, to not be a distraction, yet you’re so intent on misbehaving.”

you shriek when you’re sent flying forward into the wood desk, your lover now standing behind you, cocks still lodged within. you open your mouth to speak his name but only a choked moan can be heard when he suddenly snaps his hips into your rear. your body is jolted and the documents underneath you are crumbled, though neuvillette doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. “f-fuck!”

neuvillette sets a brutal pace, but not before pulling at your shoulder to bring your back flush against his front. your spine arches when his cocks hit those perfect spots deep inside. long gone is the calm chief justice, replaced by the old dragon that you’ve so successfully provoked. “you will take everything i have to give, and you will be content. then you will let me finish my work. do you understand?”

you try to respond, but your ability to speak is lost as you succumb to his bruising pace. there’s a firm squeeze on your shoulder.

“my love, answer me.”

you croak. “i understand, n-neuvillette.”

a kiss to your temple, another bruising thrust. “good girl.”

— zhongli 𝜗𝜚

you probably should think twice before making fun of your lover; as patient as he is, even he has his own limits. you never really see his calm demeanor break, if ever, but after being with him for some time, you know certain ways to get under his gold laced skin. he can only take your teasing for so long before you’re quickly being reminded of the god of old that lies within him. and one of his most favorite ways to corral you back into your place is by reinforcing the sheer difference in size between you both.

“zhongli, hah!” you shriek when he brings your hips back down, his thick girth forcing itself back into your tight hole. archons, you feel so overloaded, so full you feel you might burst at the seams. but there’s nothing you can do about it now, not when he’s holding you in his arms, your body suspended in the air with his arms hooked under your knees. you’re completely at your lover’s mercy. “s’big! it’s too much!”

and he’s resembling more of his divine form than the human like form you’re familiar with, and you swear he feels even thicker inside you this way. zhongli grunts when he slams you down onto him again, using gravity to his advantage as well as his otherworldly strength. you release a broken sob but you get no sympathy. “breaking so soon, dearest?”

your arms are tight around his neck. with each powerful thrust you feel as if you might be sent flying; but zhongli has you locked in his secure hold. he won’t let you fall, ever. you want to reply with something, to prove yourself, but how can you when his cock hits your womb in such a way that turns you brainless? a mess of syllables that slightly resemble “please” and “zhongli” tumble out of your mouth and into his neck as you bury your face.

zhongli chuckles into your ear and the sound of it only emphasizes the pleasure he’s obviously taking from the state of you. you’re so small in his hold, so easily malleable and pliable to his will, and he so eagerly takes advantage of it. “you will take it, all of it. everything i give you. it’s only fair, yes?” he lifts you until just his swollen tip remains within before thrusting upwards hard, filling you abruptly with his entirety. your whole body shakes. “your actions have consequences. you couldn’t possibly think you’d get off so easily.”

you’re a weeping mess at this point, and your pussy is no different. your battered cunt leaks all over his cock, on his thighs, and even onto the floor below. you can’t deny the effect he has on you when he takes you this way. he’s unyielding and formidable as stone. no one but you could ever know about this side of the illustrious mr. zhongli. you gasp when your back meets the wall. you look up at your lover through glassy, tear rimmed eyes.

zhongli is impossibly close, golden eyes piercing through you. he grinds his hips to make you feel every last incredible inch of him. “but i suppose this is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

nat’s notes — just wanna take this time and say thank you so much for all the love on my last post! i’m pleasantly surprised how well my first fic did :’)) i hope everyone can enjoy this one, too!

[camslut7]

Dad!Sukuna

honestly i am obsessed with dad!sukuna fics so i wrote some head canons

hope you like it

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

pt.2

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dad!sukuna that knew that so much unprotected sex would eventually lead to you being pregnant. not that he was complaining. he was absolutely trilled about you carrying his child. at first sukuna was pretty calm about you being pregnant but the moment your belly started showing he was done for. did every little thing for you, even carrying you around (i mean he literally has four arms might as well use them)

dad!sukuna that we all knew was hoping for a boy. i mean he wanted an heir. so you were kinda scared to tell him when you found out that you were having a girl, not knowing what he would think. when you told him, at first he didn’t react like at all, but that viscous smile of his showed up. he was so happy about the little girl, even if she wasn’t exactly what he wanted, he would still love her. after all she was his and your’s baby.

dad!sukuna that was worried about you during birth. he hated seeing you cry, even more seeing you in pain. but the moment he saw the little girl in your arms he forgot all about that. he fell in love.

dad!sukuna who was the happiest curse? alive ever when his little girl opened her first set of eyes, them being the exact same as his. she was the carbon copy of him. god she even had his pink hair and she just got born.

dad!sukuna that was confused at first about how and what he was supposed to do with a baby. he thought he could hold her how ever he wanted, thank god you taught him how to. he quickly learned that you need to be very gentle with babies or else they will cry (he sure as hell didn’t want that).

dad!sukuna that didn’t know how to play with his 5 month daughter so he was showing her his four arms and eyes hoping that she will also open her second set of eyes. instead tho she was laughing her baby ass off thinking that her father was the funniest creature ever.

dad!sukuna that didn’t know how to react when his daughter, peacefully laying on his stomach, turned to him while making random noises. he was confused as hell cuz she was full on dead stare looking at him (he was scared from the resemblance between the two). he saw the lashes on her lower set of eyes flutter and then suddenly she opened them. his face was one of pure surprise and as if she didn’t shock him enough already, she even said her first word “da-da”.

let’s just say that dad!sukuna was flabbergasted