#thirst asks for all my muses are open!

[aiseunie]

assisstant!jennie witha praise kink who gets weak kneed when u praide her work ethic

notes: assistant!jennie, praise kink, suggestive language.

normally you prided yourself for the way you were always able to keep your composure. but today was just one of those days where even the slightest inconvenience would make your eye twitch and fingers curl with the urge to sink into something just to project the frustration you felt.

unfortunately, being the ceo of a large corporation didn’t give you the luxury of lashing out despite how irritated you were since you had a reputation to maintain.

“miss? are you ready for the meeting with the jung lawyers? they’re on their way to finalize the contract details for the merge.” jennie’s sweet voice snapped you out of your pit of self-loathing, her sweet voice making you pause and sigh, until her words registered in your mind.

your eyes widened. “that was today? fucking hell, i forgot to call our company lawyers and ―”

“i already had it done.” jennie piped, her plump red lips curled in a smile that reminded you of a dumpling, blinking as she made her way to you with the soft click of her heels and placed a thin manilla folder on your desk. “i took the liberty and summarized the proposal and conditions into small points so you get the gist, since i know you don’t like too much paperwork and muddled information.”

“i also googled some terms and questions that weren’t answered and highlighted a few points in the fine print that i think were shady, such as the 12 percent shares distribution among their own directors.” she continued, but her words went from one ear out the other, your gaze flickering from the fluttering of her lashes to the button of her blouse that was undone, trying to focus on her words instead of trying to catch a glimpse of what was beneath the fabric.

“you’re such a good girl.” the words slipped out of your lips without thinking. your voice was a soft relieved sigh when even your distracted mind accepted that her work and predictions were out of her job description, but she did it anyway.

her reaction to your words were instantaneous, and one you couldn’t help but catch. jennie’s breath hitched as she heard those words, and she felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. she looked up at you, her eyes widening as she felt her body react to your praise.

jennie swallowed, trying to keep her composure, but she couldn’t help the way her heart was racing. “t-thank you,” she managed to say, her voice coming out more breathless than she intended. “i try my best.”

you could easily note that she had been caught off guard but you couldn’t help but notice the way she bit her lip and averted her gaze, noting the hint of what sounded like arousal underneath the pleased guise.

“no, really,” you continued, unable to help yourself. “i don’t know what i would have done without you today. i’m proud of you, sweetheart.”

jennie’s heart was racing now, and she could feel her legs growing weak. she had never been called sweetheart before, and it made her heart pound in her chest, while she felt a knot of desire forming in her stomach.

she looked up at you, her eyes wide with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. “really?” jennie asked, her voice barely above a whisper with a hint of hesitance. “you’re proud of me?”

“mhm.” you nodded slowly, looking down at the file as you scanned through the contents, notes written in her neat cursive handwriting while all the i’s were dotted with hearts. “i think if all goes well, you deserve a little reward.”

jennie almost instantly felt her pussy wetten from the words, knowing exactly what she wanted from you at that moment. and one look into her eyes made you figure out that you wanted it too. “well then i really hope the meeting goes well.”

“i hope it does too.” you chuckled, knowing that the moment the conference was over, you were going to have her spread over that very table to show her just how thankful you were she was your little assistant.

ohoho this was a good one XD

[tatsumeowv]

౨ৎ SWEET TREAT

𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 ���𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fem reader!, improper use of food (don't waste food guys), manhandling, somewhat food play(?), cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play, dirty talk, praise, teasing, groping, trey clover cums in his pants realness <3, some parts are super fluffy and sweet honestly, porn with slight plot

𝘄𝗰. 2175.

☆ sum: When your husband messaged you that he was craving a sweet treat before returning from the gym— with his love for candies and desserts in mind, you decided to bake his favorite cookies. You didn't expect that sweet treat he was referring to to be you, though.

Standing beside the counter, you stared at the flour-covered (courtesy of your flour-dusted hands) chocolate chip bags in front of you. Dark, milk, white— each having its temptation and thirst for indulgence. Tapping your powdered-covered fingers, you pondered shortly before a smile appeared on your face.

Trey won't mind if I use all of them, you mused, carefully cutting open the bags.

As you were about to start with the mixer, your husband's voice broke the silence. "Smells good, my recipe, I assume?" He teased. You rolled your eyes, wiped your arms on your apron, and wrapped your arms around Trey's neck. Adjusting his glasses, you planted a quick peck on his cheek, his large hands securely holding your waist, a gesture that always made you feel loved.

"Well, you are the best baker~." Smiling, Trey patted your head. "What's the occasion, though?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Tilting his head, he guided you to the counter— his alluring golden eyes staring lovingly into yours. "No offense, darling, but I'm sad you didn't wait for me to come home so we could bake together." Your husband huffed a slight pout on his face.

"Hm?" You blinked, confusion evident on your face. "What do you mean, what's the occasion?" Narrowing your eyes, you raised your eyebrow. "I mean, you messaged me earlier sayin' that you wanted a sweet treat after your workout."

Trey stared at you with a blank expression for a few moments before bursting out in laughter.

"Oh, sweetheart." Chuckling, your green-haired husband pulled you closer to him and gently kissed your collarbone. Flinching from the sudden coldness of his lips, you instinctively stepped back, which was futile since Trey gripped your waist tight but comfortably.

"You're just so..." Snuggling against your head, you closed your eyes as you felt your husband hum. "...Cute."

"What on earth—  humphh?!" Before you could finish your sentence, gentle yet rough hands cupped your face, and a deep, sultry kiss silenced you. For a second, you froze, eyes wide and hands open. However, it wasn't long before you closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, your hands gripping Trey's hair as you devoured each other's mouths.

"Mpmh— T-trey!" Pulling away from his lips, you gripped his shoulders while you took multiple breaths, your eyes hazy as a short string of saliva connected your tongues. Before you could even speak, you let out a brief squeal when you felt a sudden shift and rise. Before you could even process— your feet were off the ground, and Trey's hands slipped beneath you.

Feeling his hands grope your ass, you lightly slapped his shoulder. "Trey! The cookies!" You huffed, yet despite your annoyance, your face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Mmm. It can wait." Licking his lips, Trey stared at you seductively— his face flushed lightly, his voice low and teasing. "I was talkin' about a different sweet treat earlier."

Guiding you toward the countertop, Trey gently removed your apron and threw it aside. "I'll clean it later, don't worry." He hummed, nimble hands slowly spreading your thighs. Feeling your husband leisurely removing your clothes, you shifted to a more comfortable position on the counter— eyes never leaving Trey's concentrated face.

"Enjoying the view?" Kissing your thigh, Trey smiled as he tossed your shirt somewhere in the kitchen. Biting your lip, you quickly grabbed Trey's hair and pulled his head back— a grunt of pleasure escaping his lips.

"You're trembling, you know." He chuckled, gently caressing your ankle before pressing a deep bite inside your thigh. Hissing, you involuntarily arched your back and humped against the cold countertop, your pussy pulsing with need against the fabric of your underwear. Gritting your teeth, you pulled Trey's hair harsher and wrapped your legs around his neck— positioning your pussy closer to his mouth. You sharply spoke to your husband with narrowed eyes and a flushed face.

"If you're going to fuck me— " Using your free hand to grab the elastic of your panty, you slowly stretched and pulled it down with a teasing smile. Seeing your husband's gaze darkening, you let out a small coo and let go of your stretched panty, accidentally letting out a moan.

"Then fuck me right here, right now." You whispered before inching your pussy close to Trey's face. "If not," With a sly smile, you giggled.

"I always have a variety of toys to choose from."

Without time to process, your entire world spun before you felt your back hit the cold countertop, a small shiver running across your body. Feeling Trey's hot breath against your neck and his tight grip on your thigh, you let out a small whimper.

"Haa..." With a grunt, Trey ripped your panty apart and quickly removed your bra— your eyes widening in shock and embarrassment. "Trey! Those were new!" Nodding his head, Trey sat up straight and removed his glasses, his golden eyes narrowed and hazy.

"You act like I can't buy you a new pair." Licking his lips, Trey placed his glasses on you, a small smile forming on his face, seeing as you looked so cute wearing his glasses. Pouting, your crossed your arms and covered your boobs. "Still!" You grumbled, annoyed at another ripped pair of underwear.

Snorting, Trey glanced at your cookie batter, a mischievous smirk on his face after seeing chocolate chips scattered about.

"You know," Gently caressing your face with his hand, you let yourself relax under his affection. "I might take you on that sweet treat you talked about." Tilting your head, your eyebrows furrowed when Trey walked towards the refrigerator— your eyes narrowing in suspicion.

...

"Trey."

"Yes, dear?"

"Please don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing." Smiling sweetly, Trey approached the countertop and carefully placed three items: whipped cream, fresh cherries, and chocolate chips. Grabbing your thighs, Trey positioned himself in between them, making sure that your legs wouldn't get cramps from being spread around his muscular body.

"Comfortable?" Nodding, you held his hand and observed as he removed the cap from the can of whipped cream. Shaking the can thoroughly, Trey looked at you and asked. "You sure you're alright with this? Don't force yourself if it makes you uncomfortable, dearest." He smiled, giving a gentle pat on your head.

"Mhm." You nodded, face flushing from both shyness and excitement.

"Words, sweetheart." Your husband chuckled, giving a quick kiss on your cheek. Biting your lip, you quickly covered your face and faced the other direction. "Do I have to?... You already know I'll like it anyways." You voiced out, your words slightly muffled.

Setting the whipped cream aside, you felt Trey's gentle hands hold your wrist and softly removed them from your face. "It's not that I know you'll like it," he teased, "It's so that you'll be confident and sure of your decision." Trey smiled, lovingly caressing your face. "I don't want you forcing yourself to say yes just because I want to do it."

Staying silent, you let out a huff. "Y-you can do it." You stuttered, face flushing red. "But you have to clean everything and me after!" You quickly added, a shaky smile on your face.

"Was going to anyways." Trey laughed, causing you to roll your eyes and hit him playfully. "You know I'll always clean up, especially when you can't move your legs, body too sore and full of my—" "I get it! I geeettt ittt!!!" You quickly intervened, covering your husband's mouth.

Intertwining his hand with yours, Trey pressed gentle kisses until his lips reached your fingertips— before giving them a playful bite. Humming, Trey kissed the bite mark he left.

"One more time." He pleaded, kissing your hand.

"H-huh?"

Tilting his head, Trey looked at you with an affectionate gaze. "Tell me yes, one more time."

Blinking, you giggled— "Pfft-" You covered your mouth, trying to control your laughter. But it was to no avail as you burst into a laughing fit with a few giggles. "This is— phehahah— you're so fucking cute." You laughed, pinching your husband's cheeks.

"Will you?" Freezing, you stared at Trey. With your hand still attached to his, he pressed a deep kiss on your palm— his golden eyes staring intently into your own.

"Will you say yes again?" He asked, softly gliding his other hand on your exposed stomach.

"..." A sultry smile appeared on your face. "Yeah. Yes, please." You begged, hugging Trey's muscular waist with your thighs.

Letting out a soft smile, Trey let go of your hand and kissed you deeply— your tongues dancing intently as saliva and desperation mixed. Gulping, you felt your breath waver and gripped Trey's shoulders, uncaring if you scratched his skin.

Pulling out with a shaky breath and saliva connecting your tongues, Trey watched with an intense gaze as you took deep breaths, the taste of his lips lingering on yours.

Pushing his hair back, Trey grabbed the can of whipped cream and shook. Suddenly, he sprayed a bit of whipped in his mouth and dived back for another deep, sultry kiss. With widened eyes, you happily yet surprisingly kissed him back with deep fervor—the taste of dairy and vanilla invading your tongue.

With a satisfied sigh, Trey pulled away with a lick of his lips. Staring at your cream-filled lips and trembling body, a shiver of lust and excitement hit Trey. Using his thumb to wipe off the excess whipped cream on his lips, he grabbed your chin and gently shoved his thumb on your tongue.

"Suck." Holding his wrist, you gleefully sucked on his thumb, enjoying the taste of whipped cream.

Groaning, Trey took the can of whipped cream and shook it again. Grabbing your waist, Trey smirked, his gaze dark and intense.

"Thank you for the meal."

You feel like dying.

Not in a bad way, per se. But from how deep Trey's tongue and fingers are in your creamy pussy, you feel like dying and ascending to a heaven whole of pleasure.

"Darlin'," Your husband purrs, the vibrato pouring into your already sensitive pussy. "Look at me, sweetheart. Please?" Your husband pleads, eyes sparkling with doe-like innocence as if he isn't playing with your clit and flicking his tongue inside your sensitive folds.

Biting your lip, you shook your head and remained covered with your arms, back arching and body trembling when Trey sucked hard. Licking a long, deep strike in your pussy, Trey gives you one last slurp before he's standing up straight— dick bulging against his sweatpants.

"Pretty please?" Trey begs, carefully kneading your breasts as he drunkenly licks the whipped cream stacked atop your nipples. Whimpering from the sensitivity, you remained stubborn and shook your head, refusing to uncover your face.

"Don't be embarrassed, darling." Your husband coos, pressing deep kisses and hickies on your waist. "Just let me see your face, please?" You're unsure of how many times Trey said please, but with how close he is to your ear and the deep rasp of his voice makes you succumb to his filthy words.

So, with a shaky breath, you remove your arms from your face and stare at Trey teary-eyed. Eyes hazy with pleasure and lust, lips red and quivering from the amounts of times you've bit them, nose slightly drooping with snot from your tears— ah.

Damn it.

Without warning, rough hands grip your waist— not letting you process before you let out a loud squeal at the feeling of Trey's bulge rubbing itself on your sensitive pussy. Your husband's hands gradually traveled to your ass, giving it a good squeeze before he used his body to spread your legs farther, humping his clothed dick with intense fervor. "Ugh—!" With a raspy grunt, you mewled as your husband came in his pants.

"Haha..." Taking a deep breath, Trey grabbed a fistful of hair (he made sure not to put too much force) and directed your face to look at his wet crotch. "Look, sweetheart." He purred, chest rising up and down.

"You looked so fuckin' cute I came in my damn pants." Normally, men would find this embarrassing— but your Trey wasn't like them. With a cunning grin, he undid the laces of his sweatpants. As his boxers fell to the ground, his dick sprung— your pussy pulsing when Trey smacked his dick against your sensitive clit.

"mmmh— T-tre-y!" Mewling, you wrapped your legs around Trey and arched your back, more tears dripping from your eyes.

"I love you; you know that, right?" Trey coos, slowly inserting two fingers in your pussy. Confused, you took a deep breath and nodded. "Good." He whispers, adding two more fingers to your already full pussy.

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out— slick gushing out and dripping from his fingers.

"Tr—ey-- ?!" Eyes rolling back to your head, you gripped your husband's hair when you let out a loud moan— legs trembling and turning into mush when you felt the big and tight stretch of your husband's dick entering your pussy.

"Because I'm about to fuck you like I don't."  

Was supposed to add more I got lazy to finish this (ゝз╹)

this work belongs to lili-534030. do not repost or copy.

[noyasmashing]

Not sure if you've written for Iwaizumi yet, but all the fics I see have him as the dominant one and I can't help but want to big spoon that man. Like what if he's totally whipped for the reader? What if he just needs to be taken care of? All that's to say can I request an Iwaizumi fic where he's the one being taken care of for once? You can do whatever you want with this request since it wasn't overly specific!

A/N: Okay, so I originally planned to write just a short drabble about this, but my fingers got ahead of my brain and now it’s turned into a whole fic. I promise I’ll write a thirst piece later that focuses entirely on spoiling him. I hope you enjoy this!

CW: iwa has feels but no established relationship, sub iwa, gn!dom! reader, college au, cuddling, praise, lots of it, hand job, crying, and a bit of edging

WC: 3.8K

Iwaizumi always took pride in his assertive, no-nonsense attitude. It sometimes made him come off harsher than he intended. Yet, here’s the thing: his usual sharp words seemed to evaporate in your presence. You were just so warm and comforting. He couldn’t help but feel a lump in his throat when you smiled at him or placed your hands on his hips to slide past him. He was supposed to be the one doing that to you, damn it!

He decided he had to avoid you. It was the only way to stop these confusing feelings from intensifying. It had become worse lately; just last night, he had a vivid dream about sucking your breasts as you praised him.

Iwaizumi's eyes involuntarily squeezed shut, as he tried to suppress the embarrassing memories that flooded his mind. But before he could regain his composure, your voice pierced through the haze, "You alright, Hajime? Here, take this." He snapped his eyes open, catching sight of you sitting across from him, munching on a protein bar and offering him one. The sight of you, so calm and collected, only made him feel more flustered. His cheeks grew hot as he struggled to maintain his usual stoic demeanor.

“O-oh, uh, thanks. Just a little tired, that’s all,” he mumbled, trying to downplay his awkwardness. He took the protein bar, his hands fumbling with the wrapper as he attempted to appear nonchalant. Inside, he was mortified. Why did you have to approach him now, of all times? He felt like such an idiot. Seeing him all alone like that would surely draw your attention to him.

“Stay up too late partying? Let me guess, Toru has a hangover and skipped,” you mused aloud with a small eye roll at the setter’s dramatics, taking another bite of your snack.

Hajime smiled, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “I told that dumbass he shouldn’t be taking so many shots, but he doesn’t listen when he’s drunk,” he said, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and exasperation as he tried to maintain a composed demeanor.

Hajime's face fell as you let out a giggle at his remark, his embarrassment evident as his face flushed. "When does he listen to you, though?" you teased, a playful smile spreading across your lips.

Hajime's hand rose to his hair, his fingers raking through the strands in a nervous gesture. "Sometimes I feel like all I do is yell at him," he said, his voice laced with frustration as he reflected on his tumultuous history with Oikawa.

You couldn't help but indulge in a sympathetic coo at his confession. "Sounds like you need a break, huh?" you suggested, your tone gentle and understanding. Hajime's eyes widened as he drew in a sharp breath, trying to stop the blood now rushing to his lower regions.

“W-what do you mean?” Hajime asked, his voice low and husky, his words barely above a whisper. You bit back a smile, trying to maintain a neutral expression as you gazed at him. His attempts to hide his emotions were laughable, his face a picture of confusion and embarrassment. You could read all the emotions he was feeling right now, and it made you lick your lips.

"Aren't you tired of always being the one in charge?" you asked, your voice soft and enticing. "I bet it would be nice to be pampered, hmm?" You spoke the words slowly, letting them hang in the air as you subtly shifted your position to brush your foot against his leg. The gentle touch sent a shiver through his body, and he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest as your ankle teased against his own.

"I-I mean, yeah. It would be nice, considering exams are approaching," Hajime replied, his tone cautious as he struggled to decipher the intentions behind your words. He wasn't sure if you were genuinely trying to be helpful, or if you were just being playful or even flirtatious. As a result, he decided to err on the side of caution and keep his response neutral, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to read between the lines.

"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" you asked, your question innocuous enough, but your foot's subtle withdrawal from his leg sent a pang of disappointment through him.

"Well, my afternoon class got canceled since my professor is sick, so I don't have much to do," His voice trembled slightly as he asked the follow-up question, "W-why do you ask?" but he made a conscious effort to hide his emotions, not wanting to reveal the flutter in his chest that had accompanied his words.

"Hmmm, I don't have any more classes either," you said, a thought suddenly occurring to you as you looked at him. "Why don't you come back to my apartment? I don't think I've ever shown it to you," you suggested, a sense of surprise and awareness washing over you as you realized the truth - you'd never actually invited him over before.

"Wha—?" He cleared his throat before speaking again. "Sure," he said, adopting a polite tone to mask his surprise. "What time would be best for you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to gauge your intentions.

"Right now, silly!" you exclaimed, standing up and tugging him along by the hand. He let out a surprised gasp as he had no choice but to follow you, his eyes fixed on your retreating back.

"Don't worry, I'm only a five-minute walk from here," you teased, leading him out of the campus. You finally released his wrist, and he fell into step beside you, his pace relaxed.

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he gazed at you. "I wasn't worried," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh yeah. You probably run long distances for cardio conditioning, right?" you chattered as you two turned a corner on the sidewalk. "I hate running; I couldn't imagine," you added.

"It's not that bad, for me anyway," he replied carefully. Normally, he would have scoffed at someone who complained about a particular exercise, but with you, he found himself strangely indifferent. In fact, your aversion to running had suddenly made him less enthusiastic about it himself.

"Really?" you pondered. "I like mountain biking more; the views are so pretty," you said, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

The conversation flowed effortlessly between you two as you strolled through the bustling streets, the sounds of the city serving as a pleasant background hum. Before long, you led him to your apartment, and you began to prepare a soothing cup of tea. He sat nervously on the mat in front of the table, his eyes fixed on the surface as he awaited his next move.

The soft melody of your humming drifted from the kitchen, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He got up from his seat on the mat, his movements slow and deliberate, and made his way into the kitchen, where he found you busy preparing tea.

"You need any help with that?" he asked, standing in the doorway, his tall frame looming over you as you stood at the counter, his eyes meeting yours as you looked up.

You flashed him a warm smile, one that seemed to stir something deep within him. To his surprise, his legs felt like jelly, and he felt himself shrinking under the gentle warmth of your gaze. "Don't worry your pretty little head, I'm almost done anyway," you said, trying to play it off as a joke. A silly way to let him know you didn’t require his help. But as you looked up at him, you noticed his face had turned a bright, burning red.

He felt his face grow hotter by the second, his mind clouding over with a strange, fuzzy sensation. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and he felt so helpless. He had no idea why he was suddenly so overwhelmed, but the feeling was suffocating him.

“Oh-hajime, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”you said, concern etched on your face. You thought he was upset, maybe he had an insecurity you didn’t know about. But as you set the pot down and approached him, he surprised you by wrapping his arms around you.

The hug was sudden, and it caught you off guard. "You don't know what you're doing to me," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. The words were meant to be strong and confident, but they emerged as a soft, anguished whisper.

Your hands instinctively settled onto his hips, and you paused for a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking. "You're right, I don't think I do," you said, a hint of curiosity in your tone. "Do you want to show me?" The words were barely out of your mouth when he began to whimper in your ear, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Please, can we go somewhere... more... more..." he trailed off, his words dissolving into a vulnerable silence. You could sense his raw emotion, and it seemed like he was searching for a way to express himself.

“My bedroom is right down here, sweetie,” you guided him towards your bedroom, leading him by the hand down the hallway. He clung to your hand nervously, his eyes fixed on the door ahead.

"Can I ask what's going on?" you asked, settling in beside him on the bed as he shifted his weight onto your lap. His larger frame was now enveloping you, his larger body practically in your lap.

"I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice trembling as he struggled to articulate his emotions. "It's just your voice is so... warm, and it makes my head spin," he admitted, his words faltering as he relived the intensity of the moment.

You chuckled softly, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sounds like you like being spoiled," you teased, leaning in closer to him. As you did, his nose was met with the sweet scent of your perfume, and his gaze was drawn to the plump, inviting curves of your lips. He couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest as he wondered what it would be like to taste them.

"Would you like to cuddle for a bit?" you asked, he nodded without hesitation and he instinctively nestled into the curve of your neck, his body sprawling across yours. Your head sank into the soft pillows as he settled in, his hands awkwardly adjusting the blanket.

“You comfy?” your voice was muffled by his hair, but he felt the gentle touch of your fingers tracing the contours of his back. He shivered in response, his voice barely audible as he murmured a grateful "yes, thank you" into your neck.

Your fingers wandered through the silky strands of his hair, tantalizingly teasing them with a gentle pull every now and then, just to coax out a plaintive whimper from his lips.

Before you knew it, you became aware of a subtle, yet unmistakable, presence against your leg. It was warm, hard, and throbbing with an unmistakable rhythm. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that Hajime was now subtly moving his hips against your thigh, his body seemingly trying to find its own rhythm.

“Hajime?" you whispered, easing yourself up slightly on the pillow. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and you were struck by the vivid flush spreading across his cheeks and the sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.

"Are you turned on right now?" you asked, your voice low and husky, as your hand wandered down to his hips, grazing the sensitive skin. Hajime's eyes widened in surprise, his pupils dilating as he struggled to process the sudden intimacy. He couldn't meet your gaze, his face flushing with embarrassment as he stuttered out an apology.

"Y-you're just so... so pretty," he stammered, his words faltering as he attempted to put distance between you. He edged away, his body language screaming discomfort and embarrassment, as he tried to regain his composure.

You couldn't help but coo as you took in his flustered state. “Let me take care of you.” You purred gently, making him melt.

With a gentle yet firm grip, you guided him closer, until he was seated between your thighs, his back pressed against your chest.

“Relax” you commanded at his tense frame.

“Right-sorry.” He nodded, doing his best to stop his thighs from flexing when you touched him.

Your fingers danced across his lower abdomen, their slow and deliberate movements sending shivers of anticipation down his spine. As your palms brushed against his skin, his hips instinctively lifted, his body responding to the subtle touch with a primal urge.

"So sensitive," you whispered huskily into his ear, your hot breath sending a thrill through his body. Your fingers drifted down, delicately tracing the outline of his cock still confined by his pants, and he felt his pulse quicken in response.

“'m sorry," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation, as he reached out to grasp your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin as if trying to anchor himself against the impending storm.

"Don't be pretty boy, it's adorable, you're adorable." The words were a gentle taunt, making him let out a pitiful whine. You took advantage of his vulnerability, reaching out to gently grasp his chin and turn his face towards you. His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of pleading and shame, as he struggled to process the softness of your words.

His eyes welled up with tears as he gazed at you, his breathing quickening as a sudden gasp escaped his lips. Your hand, like a gentle thief, slid around his waistband, pulling down the fabric that had been hiding his most intimate secrets from your gaze. The soft fabric slid down, revealing the red puffy cock to you. A lewd slapping sound was heard as his member sprang forth landing on his abdomen, vulnerable and exposed.

He pinched his eyes shut, his eyelids trembling as he desperately tried to block out the reality of the situation. He couldn't believe you were asking him to make eye contact with you as you performed that intimate and revealing act.

He became suddenly aware of a refreshing sensation trickling down his length. He looked to see you expertly applying a lubricant from a bottle, its smooth glide easing onto his twitching shaft. You whispered softly, "This will help," and he nodded in assent, his voice barely above a whisper as he murmured, "It's cold."

You softly cooed, taking a moment to slowly spread the lubricant along his red, swollen cock. His head arched back in a sensual moan as your fingers delicately brushed against his tip, sending shivers through his body.

"I-I think I'm going to come." he slurred, his hooded eyes straining against the pressure of your closed palm. However, the warmth was short-lived as you suddenly pulled your hand away from him, leaving him feeling momentarily deprived and frustrated.

Instead, he was left gasping for air, his cock angrily twitching in frustration. "I can't have you coming too soon," you said, your tone matter-of-fact. "Where's the fun in that?" Your hand returned to his cock, and he sat there, unable to muster a response, his head nodding dumbly in agreement.

You resumed your gentle strokes, and he let out a low groan as he buried his face into your neck. As your hand moved faster, his voice rose to a higher pitch, his pleasure growing more intense. His thighs began to tremble beneath your touch, and despite his efforts to resist, they involuntarily closed in on themselves, betraying his mounting arousal.

You let out a soft sigh, pausing your movements to gently coax his thighs apart once more. "Keep this up and I'll have to invest in a spreader bar," you teased, shaking your head in amusement. With a gentle smile, you resumed your task, your hand moving once more.

“I’m sorry, don’t mean too.” he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of embarrassment. But the truth was, he secretly preferred the brief interruptions when you had to pause to re-spread his legs. The momentary respite gave him a chance to catch his breath and regain control. And if he wasn't careful, he risked losing himself entirely, on the cusp of a climax that threatened to overwhelm him.

His abs rippled and flexed as he writhed in your grasp, his body responding to your thumb teasing his tip that seemed to be endlessly leaking with pre cum. The sensation was too much to bear, and he let out a horse cry, his body instinctively jerking and clutching at your wrist as if seeking release from the mounting pleasure.

“fuck-fuck… fUCk. I can’t keep d-doing th-this.” he cursed under his breath. Your own body responded to his reactions, your stomach fluttering with anticipation as you watched him. The way his chest heaved with ragged breaths and the sounds he made sent shivers down your spine, leaving you aching with desire.

"I'm here to help you relax baby. You can come." you whispered softly, your voice gentle and reassuring. Your hands moved in a smooth, steady rhythm, as if guided by an unseen force. Your fingers danced across his skin, exploring every contour and curve. You couldn't resist the urge to experiment, and your fingertips grazed against the sensitive skin of his nipple, still hidden beneath his sweaty shirt.

As he let go, a torrent of white liquid burst forth from his head, splattering his shirt and leaving a visible mark. The cry that escaped his lips was a raw, high-pitched sound, filled with a mix of relief and release. The pent-up emotion seemed to pour out of him, like a dam breaking, as hot tears burned down his cheeks.

“Such a good boy, I didn’t think you would listen so well.” you praised, slowing your strokes. All he could manage was to slur his thanks and catch his breath wearily. It was endearing how overwhelmed he was from a mere handjob. You were going to enjoy having to taking care of him from now on.

[tinydefector]

I do not know if you have ever thought about it, but listen! Last night I came up with a funny idea where Nadia and her friend decided to have fun and did a survey among bots. who do they think they would fuck that night and obviously almost all the bots have chosen our favorite ambassador. I would be interested to see the ambassador's reaction to this prank from Nadia😁良い一日を。💕

Pay back-Human affects

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: pin-up photoshoot, mentioned nudity, thirsting, unhinged behaviour.

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Is it nearly 1am, yes, but I wanted to finish this piece because it was written with the last part, but I wanted it to split it for these requests.

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The Ambassador sat with the three surfing what was essentially the cybertronian version of Twitter, Tumblr and Reddit all in one, laughing and reading the post.

"Ooo, this one's juicy!" Nadia crowed, shoving her datapad in the Ambassador's face, making them read through yet another raunchy post.

DockDawg66: "Primus, you guys, have you SEEN our Ambass? The way their hips sway when they walk...I just wanna toss 'em in my cab and take 'em for a spin, if you catch my drift! That soft little organic is begging for a spike the size of their torso. Bet I could make 'em sing."

The whole crew roared with laughter as the Ambassador snatched the pad, face heated in embarrassment, they were aware that some of the bots on ship had a thing for them but this, this was not what they had expected they literally had a full forum dedicated to them.

"Have you no shame, you pervs?" They huff out while pressing a hand to their forehead. Millian scanned down their notes with a smirk. " it seems you've got a bit of a fanclub, chief. Check out 'Ambass_Admirer' tag

'I just wanna rub my plating all over that smooth flesh...make 'em squeal.' They go on like that for paragraphs, it's a riot."

The Ambassador rolled their eyes good-naturedly as their motley human crew dissolved once more into giggles at the bots' oh-so-secret desires. Their jaw nearly drops as the crew scrolls through even more posts. "Fucking hell! How many of these are there!?!?"

"Seriously, it's like every other bot's got the hots for you!" Millian snorted, scrolling furiously. Nadia nudged them with a wicked smirk. "We should totally roast these pervs. Post looking for 'hot single bots' - bet their inboxes would explode!"

Millian cackled, adding fuel. "Ooh, or you could play hard to get! anyone feel like earning a private photoshoot?' Their circuits would short for sure!"

Ambassador's could feel the colour nearly draining from them with the continued bullying and jokes from the three. As for feeding such flames... Well, a little harmless teasing did feel justified, if they wanted to be fiends what was stopping the Liaison from being one back.

"Alright you hooligans, enough scheming for one night." They chuckled. That's when Taylor speaks up. " you know we could do a bit of a spicy photoshoot, kinda like only Fans make some money of horny bots," she hums while leaning over the Ambassador's shoulder. "Taylor!" The Ambassador sputtered with embarrassment and shock.

"Now there's an idea..." Millian mused, eyeing their boss. Money could go far in this ragtag outpost, and fleecing horny mechs of their shanix just felt poetic.

"Alright you lunatics, I will play along. But first-" They turned to Taylor with a stern look. "Ground rules. Nothing goes public without my say-so, got it? I don't need an invasion of metal pervs in my room!"

They three nearly squeal in delight over the go ahead. "So how far are we going to go with this boss, just some light stuff like you laying on a bed or what?" Millian asked. The three are already scheming ways to do decent photos.

"Oh, oh I have a camera somewhere"

"So... I may have been able to talk One First aid into giving me Ratchet's old servos from before we ended up on ship. Don't ask how" one of the others stated.

The Ambassador rubbed their temples, already regretting this scheme but far too amused to back out now.

"Alright, you loons - nothing explicit, got it? I'm not getting Naked for anyone, Classy pin-up style shots fine, some saucy photos sure but that only." They start laying out ground rules for the three,despite being their boss, they were also friends and they did want to enjoy some letting loose. "And I suppose props could...add a dash of naughty flair, but if we are doing this you guys act professional, don't make weird comments."

As the crew dove into planning, they shook their heads fondly. "We'll start simple - you lounging in 'sexy' clothes, maybe leaning on those servos. Gauge how you feel, then amp it up gradually if you feel comfortable."

"And I get 30% of all earnings!" The Liaison called after them as they scramble to grab what they can for the shoot.

Both Millian and Taylor carted in the servos on a trolley, the ambassador was almost impressed but decided to keep their questions to themself, not really wanting to know how they got ahold of severed cybertronian hands. The three are trying to figure out where to start and what the ambassador should wear.

"I swear if Kyle, David or Daniel find out about this I'm putting all three of you on cleaning duty for forever." The Ambassador threatens them, hands on hips, eyeing the bustling preparations with mingled amusement and trepidation. What had they unleashed upon this ship?

"Boss, take a look, scored this silky robe that's sure to drive 'em wild!" Nadia called, holding up the item in question with a smirk.

Millian hauled over a plush bed adorned with soft blankets and pillows from over in the corner Of their room. "Lay back here while Taylor and I do a test shoot, just want to try and set up lightly."

They move to lay on the bed, trying to get comfortable and move things until they feel right. Millian snaps a few pics before the Liaison stands back up looking at the box of clothing.

Nadia and Taylor begin moving the Servos trying to get them set up as close to the bed as possible. “I'm so glad these are holo on the inside, they are Heavy enough” Taylor huffs out and the move and curl the digits.

The Ambassador looks at the different clothing and fabrics with a raised eyebrow. "Do I want to know where you guys got all of this?" They ask. The three just give mischievous looks.

They let out a sigh. "We will start off with something like this, then you lot can play dress ups with me, Christ never knew you three were this much of a nightmare"

"Alright you troublemakers, out with you while I change," they chide their over-eager crew, shooing them from the room with a laugh. Once alone, they unfurl the silky robe reverently, resting it on the bed before peeling off their uniform. Neatly piling it together. They rummage through the other clothing grabbing out a rather nice looking set of underwear before dragging luxurious sheen robe over their shoulders.

They move over to Millian's set before calling out to them. "I'm changed, you can come back in" they call out. Millian's head popped in, eyes widening at the vision before them. "Boss, you clean up nice!" They let out a low whistle.

The liaison's eyes trace over the large Servos on the ground with a pile of pillows and blankets set between them. "So how are we doing this?" They ask. Nadia and Taylor piled in behind, stopping in their tracks at the enticing sight. The Ambassador lounged lazily amid plush bedding, silhouetted seductively against the soft lights. Those mighty metal servos loomed ominously close.

Taylor shook off her daze first. "Lay back and get comfy. We'll start with some innocent stuff - just look smouldering while you toy with the fabric." With that the three moved around getting lights set so they had the height for the photos. “I'm starting to get suspicious on why you guys have all of this equipment in here Millian.” They call out only for them to wave the accusation off. “Eh I do photos for Nadia on occasions”

"Alright, lay back against those pillows- yeah, just like that. Now arch your back a little and tilt your chin up," Nadia instructed eagerly, moving a few pillows into a good position, Ambassador's gaze up with eyes half lidded. “I feel so stupid doing this!” They call out which makes the others laugh. “Ahh don't worry, last time Nadia did a shoot she nearly lost the bikini top she was wearing because it got caught. Spend ten minutes trying to not have to cut it off” Taylor informed.

“Yea I didn't want to wreck one of my favourites!”

Millian gave a low whistle. "You're doing great, I promise the more you laugh the less awkward it is. Now trail one hand slowly down your chest while the other grips the robe's lapel." Taylor surveyed their work, making subtle adjustments here and there.

"You two- move that big metal hand like it's gently cupping their waist." The crew buzzed around their model putting touches in place. Each minute adjustment drew out as they chatted away about random stuff while doing the photos, it helped them not feel so awkward about doing the photos.

"Alright, I think we've got our money shot," Millian declared at last, snapping one final smouldering image. The shutter clicked rapidly as they tested angles, coaxing out new provocative poses little by little. They stand back up, wrapping the robe around themself as they walk over to Millian. " Can I see the photos? They were rather excited, this wasn't something they normally did, but the three were actually rather professional with it.

The group looked at the photos as Millian slowly flicked through the collection showing off the collection along with some of the more silly ones they took to help ease the tension. The silky robe clung to curves in all the right places, every inch of exposed flesh looked as if it glowed. Bedroom eyes beckoned from heavy lids, lips parted as if panting from passion's heights recently scaled. One hand grasped the large metal hand.

"Holy shit, you really got me good!" They breathed, awed by photos that the three had helped craft. Nadia gave a devilish grin. "Just wait till the boys get an eyeful. They won't know whether to rub one out or combust on the spot!"

Laughter spilled forth from them as Millian begins transferring them over to their data pad. “this was fun, I can see why you enjoy doing it Nadia, I haven't felt this..”

“Beautiful?”

“handsome?”

"Desirable?”

The three state one after another which gets a head shake from the Liaison. “Yes, “ They admit.

"Also how exactly are we going to be posting these photos?" Inquiry, the were feeling rather daring now and wanted to have input on the posting.

They ushered the others close, datapad in hand. "Here's what we'll do- I've got an anonymous account on one of those seedy Commlink forums the bots love. You know, the one where they all drool over flesh?"

Nadia snorted. "Oh yeah, the 'Human Fucker' board. Classy place."

Millian ignored her, pulling up the photos. "I'll post just one crop out whatever you want for your comfort - the money shot where your hand is gripping that servo. Caption will be 'Look who I've got...' nothing else."

“don't crop it post the full thing, I like it and well they want to play with fire this is what happens” the Ambassador hums which makes Taylor cackled, rubbing her hands together. "Mark my words, those mechs will be tripping over themselves trying to claim the 'lucky bot' title," Millian promised gleefully.

Commlink forum: human fucker.

Ambass_Admirer pin.

Tin_Bin25: 'Look who I've got.'

a photo of a bots servos cupped partly around a human in a Satin robe looking rather Ravished, smiling up while their robe is hanging off their shoulder showing off a rather scandalous amount of skin.

Overcharger69: Holy frag is that the Ambass? Lucky slagger, frag what a fine piece!!!

T-Wrexz: No way!. Someone Fragging did it. They got with a Fleshie!

Rev-Rid3: some lucky mech sampled fleshy friction and got the dream...

Flyboi69: : FRAG THIS WHO CARES WHO FRAGGED THEM I JUST WANNA KNOW IF THEY'RE AS SOFT AS THEY LOOK!!!!

ScienceSorcerer: My oh my, what scandalous treasures, do share more with the class! For historical and scientific purposes, of course.

Oiler69: No way, you can't just Post that! Do you have more, Post em up already, need more Proof!

_Heavyhaul: Hey, hey, keep it in your panel's mechs. That photo wasn't released with their consent, it's not cool.

Tin_Bin25: Here is another.

It's a new photo showing the Ambassador lying back against pillows in a low cut silk robe, one hand trailing lazily across their collar while the other grips a metal servo their face pressed against one of the digits as they kiss it, gazing at the camera with hooded eyes

How's that for proof, sceptic? I've got permission for their personal photoshoot, even let me post without hiding their face. Bet your spikes would glitch seeing them like this in person.

Scope_ridge: *venting noises* Frag me sideways, they look good enough to eat! This is officially the best solar cycle ever.

Bar-rizzla: Why, they positively glow with sensuality! One can only imagine the debauchery that inspired such provocative portraits.

StarFielder: Seriously, does anyone have any idea who the lucky mech was? Gotta be someone important...

WPHAS-violation: my Shanix is on it being an officer right? Bet it was Magnus!, rather tasteful compared to the stuff I make.

Con_Spiracy: got me wonderin' - think any other bots have been sampling alien delights?

SunRunner: Whoa, hold up- you've got a whole collection? Heater's firing up over here! *fans self jokingly*

Pimptheride: Hey mech, wanna pass those images over? How much you asking for?

Bar-rizzla: I've got enough engex to trade for a peek! C'mon Tin, help a bot out with his late night activities...

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[vampcubus]

That post about big men whining makes me think about edging Goku until he’s a sweaty and flustered mess. Just watching him tremble and glare at you for being “So mean!”. Maybe you’ll be nice and let him cum, maybe you’ll make him beg some more. Either way, it’s a win win for you!

YOU GET ME!! 😩 i didn't mean to make a thirst out of this but djhasdkjfsad

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!goku, dom!reader (no pronouns or anatomy mentioned), edging, subby saiyans >>>

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Goku isn't the most well-behaved sub by any means, so you almost have to edge him just to get him to take you seriously. There's nothing that makes him whiny quite like being denied pleasure does. Just imagine this beefy Saiyan whimpering into your neck, hot breaths tickling your throat as you tease him with featherlight touches, only sparing him two fingers to stroke the length of him. His cock is flushed so red it's almost purple, leaking heaps of pre and twitching at every scrap of friction you give him.

For once, Goku dares not to buck his hips, lest he'd like you to stop entirely. He was finally beginning to learn, you mused, all too satisfied with his gruff whines so close to your ear. "Y/nnn, c'monnn."

"Hm? Something wrong, baby?" You hum, feigning innocence. Even an airhead like Goku could see through such a farce.

"Wanna cum. Why're ya bein' so mean to me?" The Saiyan huffs, thick fingers clenching in the fabric of your shirt. His bulging thighs tremble with the effort to remain still, to be good like you asked. But your hand is so soft, and feels so good against his cock, he just needs more of it. Your thumb scrubs over the sensitive head, and his whole body jerks.

His tongue licks over his top teeth, eyes rolling back as your hand captures him fully, pumping him from base to tip with a firm grip. He pants against your neck with increasing frequency, thighs squirming inward and shivering. A telltale sign that he was frighteningly close, and just as he approaches the point of no return, you release his cock, letting it slap noisily against his tummy. Goku whines loud and long, a frustrated sigh following as his thick brows pinch.

"Nooo, no please don't stop. Fuck!" His hips thrust into the air, chasing a stimulation that was no longer there. His cock twitches angrily, hips still fucking the air for a few moments longer before he flattens out with an annoyed huff. "I was really close that time."

His dejected tone only makes you giggle and he pulls away from your neck just to give you the stink eye.

"Aww, my poor baby. That was pretty mean of me, huh?" You tease, and he nods despite the lack of sympathy in your tone. The tall Saiyan sits up and then crawls on top of you to straddle your hips, cock twitching against your tummy adorably. Your size difference makes it look a bit funny, but you hardly care, especially when you see just how flushed his face has become.

You rest your hands on his thighs, stroking up and down the toned muscle. His large hand snatches one of yours, guiding it from his thigh back to his cock. You let him wrap your hand around it, pleased by the way his eyes go all glossy at the feeling. You slide a hand down to fondle his heavy balls and your mouth falls open at how big and swollen they've gotten, no doubt a result of your torturous edging. He was ready to burst, you could feel it. He humps into your fist when you make no move to start up again, and you only tut.

"Hmm, well I suppose you've been good enough, haven't you? What do you think, d'you think you deserve to cum?" You hardly get the question out before he's nodding frantically.

"Uh huh, I've been good. So stop teasin' me already... please? please I just wanna cum," Goku begs, mouth falling open when you squeeze his balls and start stroking his cock again, not even scolding him as he fucks into your grasp.

"I'll be good," he babbles and you only coo at him.

"Go on then, show me how good you can be n cum loads for me."

And boy did he. All over your shirt... oh well, you supposed he earned it.

[thebisexualprincess]

Going Against Gravity - Tsukinaga Leo x Reader

Leo asks you to come see him.

contains: gn!reader, implied(?) reader likes Leo, Ensemble Square

genres: fluff i guess lol

words: 460

a/n: my second fic ever posted on tumblr!

also available on ao3

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You are peacefully walking through the halls of Ensemble Square when you suddenly receive a phone call from Leo. Once you accept the call, Leo immediately declares your name with a tone of urgency.

“Hey! Come to the practice room at the corner of the 20th floor, now~”

Then he hangs up. Since Leo is your good friend, you decide to go to the room he asks you to go to. You head to the elevators and press the appropriate button.

After a few minutes of waiting and none of the elevators seem to be responding, you wonder if the elevators are broken. Disappointing, but no problem; you can use the stairs, so you head to the stairs.

Then you realize the 20th floor, where Leo is awaiting you, is over ten floors above the floor you’re currently standing on. Going against the forces of gravity, it will take a while to walk. But perhaps the thought of Leo impatiently waiting for your arrival lingering in your mind is the most difficult challenge.

Despite wishing to reach Leo quicker, you still have no other option but to walk up the stairs. But when you heard him on the call, he sounded urgent. You don’t want him to wait any longer, so you decide to run up against the forces of gravity. Though your legs feel tired, the thought that you will soon see Leo motivates you. It seems to take some burden out of your legs. Or perhaps you think about Leo so much your mind has no space to register any exhaustion?

Finally, you reach the 20th floor of Ensemble Square. You try to catch your breath as you walk down the hall. With exhaustion comes thirst. Luckily, you brought a water bottle with you, so you open the bottle and take it to your mouth to drink the water. Once you reach the practice room at the corner, you open the door as you secretly hope to see Leo waiting for you.

“Ucchu~☆ You're here! Ah—here it comes, inspiration!”

Leo greets you and quickly returns to his composing. He smiles as he scribbles on his papers. Because you see him smiling, your face lit up with a smile. A few moments later, you realize Leo did not tell you why he called you, so you ask him.

“Oh? Because I need my muse~! Appreciate all the songs given to the world when I see my muse!”

He continues to scribble on his papers happily while you watch. So you walked up ten floors to see him because he needs you for inspiration, which allows the world to hear more of his songs? That definitely gets rid of any exhaustion. Or did you really want to see him?

[monster-scripturient]

about.

[last updated: 08/08/24.]

this blog is for musing, writing and thirsting like a whore about monsters from the not-real, the myths and the legends. personal favourites are the minotaur/hucows/hubulls (shock!) and the werewolf but any and all creatures or hybrids are completely up my alley. here, monsters will be paired with humans most of the time, reader focus, with particular attention towards chubby readers.

you may refer to me as script! i write when i can, however i can, with extreme variations in activity.

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things i will write about:

breeding; pregnancy; oviposition; lactation; cum play; predator/prey; dubcon, cnc, consented free use; size difference; transformation (human and/or monster)

female x male, female x female

minotaur; hucows/hubulls; werewolves; demons (general, incubi, succubi, lord of hell themself); witches and wizards; aliens; naga/lamia; animal hybrids (mammalian hybrids of preference); orcs; goblins; fairies; elves; gods/goddesses; vampires/dhampirs; mermaids (fish/octopus/otherwise)

things i will not write about:

scat; incest or pseudo-cest; nc/rape; vomit; race play; stuffing/gaining

male x male (i feel as though i can't do that justice)

bug creatures; zombies

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these things might/might not change. this post will be regularly monitored and updated just in case. if you are unsure about anything, please just ask! my ask box and messages are open!

[shingekinomyfeelings]

Reiner x reader master list

If you're here for AOT fics, I should probably mention that I'm not the most prolific fanfic writer. I write when the inspiration and energy hit me, and frankly, I have zero self discipline!

That said, even with AOT now finished, and fandom activity dwindling, I will still write and update fics as the mood takes me - but with less rampant AOT energy on my dash, my inspiration has taken a bit of a nose dive.

At its heart, though, this is still primarily a blog I made for exploring the AOT fandom, and I'd like to keep it that way, even if the AOT content becomes less frequent. For now, my fics aren't going anywhere, and neither is my silly Reiner obsession.

My fics are mostly x reader, and yes, they're basically all about Reiner. This is a very very shameless Reiner blog, I'm not gonna pretend it's not. Fluff and angst are generally my strong points, but I'm becoming a little less shy about writing smut.

I generally don't take requests, but I'm open to... suggestions? If you wanna bounce headcanons around or thirst dump or just talk about Reiner, my ask box is always open. Don't be shy! I'm nothing but a doofus, I promise.

Finally, I'm doing this for fun and because I enjoy it, so please don't yell at me about whatever thing you didn't like in my writing. Comments absolutely do make my day, though, and reblogs are so very appreciated and encouraged, no matter how long ago the fic was published.

one shots.

short and sweet - alternatively, short and upsetting!

sfw

preservation (drama/fluff) - an injury during training leads to a bit of bickering and a bit of a confession. ~1600 words.

too much, not enough (hurt/comfort) - Reiner talks with you in the midst of a depressive episode. ~450 words.

nsfw

Shh (smut, pwp) - Reiner is a tease in the best possible way

multi-chapter fics.

longer stories, but still in bite-sized chapters. updates happen when they happen, I'm sorry.

sfw

nsfw

headcanons.

you can't prove I'm not right.

sex headcanons - pre-timeskip Reiner vs post-timeskip

misc nsfw musings: vocal | too sweet to talk mean

imagines.

fun thoughts.

lies Reiner tells himself | flirty sparring gone horribly wrong | Reiner whose SO is afraid of the dentist (request-ish)

character analysis.

overanalyzing and wildly speculating as god intended.

on the idea of Reiner having a separate 'evil/cruel' personality part 1, and then part 2

one shots that are not about Reiner???

sometimes I pick on other characters.

nsfw

getting the cock (Levi x reader, monsterfucking, smut) - a passionate night with a vampire on the spookiest night of the year

sfw

Porco und die vielen Beine (Porco x reader, fluff) - in which you learn something unexpected about Porco Galliard

misc weird shit.

idk man.

The Saga of the Cursed Reiner Bot: A Love Story in 8 Parts - everyone's favorite slow motion trainwreck from when these AI chat bots were still an exciting novelty

[anonymousdisco]

How’d I get Isikia’d into Yandere Obey Me Chapter Twelve-Tears, Fears, and not so secret discussions

(I'm gonna include the last paragraph from the previous chapter since these had been supposed to be posted together, but schedules did not allow that. Also figured out the laptop, may have to return it for a new one though cause its slightly damaged on the screen. Thank goodness for warranties!)

Lucifer’s POV:

The pain of the fall, the feeling of being ripped apart and unmade, and the horror of being in what we thought would be a land full of beings who would kill us on sight… Even just the smell of the blood we were drenched in from after the fall. She was three thousand at the time. Did she even know what it all meant?

Does she remember? I hope she doesn't. I don't know what to do if she does. “Knock, knock.” A soft knock sounded from the door. I glared at it as (Y/N) stirred in her sleep. I shushed her quickly, thankfully keeping her asleep.

I got up carefully brushing her hair from her face. It had only been a couple hours, but already she had adorably messy hair. It was almost like a bird's nest. I strode to the door quietly with a stern glare. A glare that softened at the sight of my old friend at the door. “Diavolo.” I murmured quietly. “It’s late, why are you here.”

“I had a thought that you might still be awake.” He murmured back quietly. He shifted slightly to reveal Barbatos faithfully by his side. “Barbatos will stay with (Y/N) for a moment while we have that discussion I mentioned to you.”

“This can’t wait? Surely the exchange program can wait till the morning before greeting our guests.” I asked him softly, slightly confused.

“It’s not about the program.” He explained in a whisper. “It's about (Y/N).”

I immediately nodded and followed him after making sure (Y/N) was secure with Barbatos. “Lets us discuss then.”

(Y/N) POV:

“User!” I rolled over tiredly ignoring the noise I heard in my ears. “User! It's important!” I mentally prepared to sit up, but before I could GLitch’s voice rang out again in my head. “Don’t! You're not alone! I’m sending a video feed to your consciousness now, you’ll fall asleep again in the meantime.”

Instantly my limbs and head felt like lead as my consciousness sank back to sleep. Instead of seeing nothing like always  I saw a study. Clearly whoever owned this room had an expensive and classy taste. As I looked around I noticed my body was the same as always except for the fact that I was now transparent. I went to lean against a side table, but instead my arm went through it like I did not exist.

I heard the door click open and whirled around to face it. It was… Diavolo and my brother?! I had never recalled an event like this in the game where they had such serious demeanors together! I leaned in closer peering over Lucifer’s shoulders as they sat down at Diavolo’s desk.

Diavolo sighed and leaned back in his chair resting his head against his hand. “You know, Lucifer… It's such a shame your sister is so close to being an adult.” His eyes gazed into Lucifers. “As customary as it is, I wouldn’t be surprised to find demons lining up around the block to see her soon. Especially now that it will be clear you and your brothers now cherish her. Imagine the political power lower demons will thirst over when it comes to having her hand in marriage.” Diavolo’s voice was soft and musing as he spoke. It sounded almost like he was teasing or taunting Lucifer, but his eyes were anything but that. His eyes were deadly serious and dark.

Lucifer's brow furrowed immediately as his grip on the arms of his chair tightened. “They’ll know better.” He gritted out.

Diavolo chuckled musingly. “Will they…?” He tilted his head a small smirk on his face that would seem innocent if not for the calculating look in his eyes. I felt my heart pound in anxiety as my hands trembled.

“Well if you want it… I can help. We are old friends after all.” Diavolo’s calculating eyes peered straight into Lucifer's shocked ones.

“What kind of help?” Lucifer asked in a darkly quiet voice his grip on the chair relaxing as he leaned back gazing at Diavolo questingly.

“It's simple. We sign a contract between the two of us. You gain the assurance of your sister forever cared for and protected within you and your brother's reach, and I gain her. As the head of household you can sign over the right to her hand forbidding rejection from any unsavory suitors. We have a bit of time before she’s of marriageable age, and I would be content with an engagement till then. PLenty of time for planning after all.”

“Since when did you have feelings for my sister?!” Lucifer exclaimed, shocked.

“I didn’t realize it at first, but after her near death experience I can’t help but acknowledge my feelings for her. Barbatos was a big help in my discovery.” I gasped in shock at all of this. Barbatos helped Diavolo discover his feelings…? How did I not know?!

“Lucifer hummed in thought, relaxing significantly. “It would be nice to know she isn’t too far from home. She will stay with us till the ceremony I assume?” Lucifer gazed at Diavolo thoughtfully as he asked.

“But of course!” Diavolo smiled reassuringly. “Plus after the ceremony whenever I have to go elsewhere without her for a while. That way she doesn't get scared from being alone.” Lucifer nodded, clearly liking this proposition the more he understood it.

“Very well. We can draft something up eventually. I’ll inform her of it once it’s complete.” Lucifer got up after saying that. “If that's all I should go back to her.”

“Of course, friend.” Diavolo got up as well, walking Lucifer to his office door. “Good night, Lucifer.”

“Goodnight, Lord Diavolo.” Lucifer strode out to where my body was sleeping.

I stood there still from shock. This was a development I never expected. Barbatos entered shortly after knocking on the door for permission. In his hands was a tray of tea. His eyes whirled around latching onto me as he glared as if searching for something. “Is everything alright, Barbatos?” Diavolo asked him curiously.

“I thought I saw someone…” Barbatos said pensively, tearing his gaze away from where I stood. I let out a shaky breath of relief that he hadn’t truly seen me. “Preparations for tomorrow have been finished. The angels have informed us they will arrive early in the morning, Solomon will arrive near noon via his own means, and I will open a portal for the other human transfer students once Solomon and the angels have been settled in Purgatory Hall.”

Diavolo nodded thoughtfully. “And the future you foresaw regarding the other human transfer student?”

“While it has changed slightly it will still have the outcome you desire.” Barbatos reassured him.

“Good. Let's retire for the night. We have an early morning.” Diavolo and Barbatos then left and I stood alone in the room.

My gaze darkened again and I felt heavy as though sinking.

Lucifer POV:

I strode quickly wishing to get to (Y/N) quickly. On my way I bumped into Belphegor. It was no surprise to see him up and about so late since he had always been a bit of a night owl since we fell. “Belphegor.” I greeted him from where he stood in front of the door of where (Y/N) was resting.

“Diavolo’s being an idiot.” He glared darkly at the ground curled into himself a bit.

My gaze sharpened. What was he thinking?! It would be over for our family if Diavolo heard him say such things! “What do you mean? Clearly you need more rest, go to bed now.”

“He’s bringing humans to Devildom! Does he have a deathwish for us?! We lost one sister, I'm not losing another to wretched humans!” I gripped him by the shoulders quickly silencing him with a spell. He glared at me in anger thrashing my hold.

“You will not insult Lord Diavolo, or go against his plans.” I saw his resolve in his eyes to not listen to me. I knew if I let him go on his way that he would harm the humans coming here. If that happened…!

I quickly teleported us home and shoved him in the attack, locking him inside. “You will stay here till you learn to listen and heed my words.” I teleported myself back to the castle hiding the way my hands trembled. I wouldn’t lose another sibling of mine by being foolish again like with Lilith. I would protect my siblings from everything, even themselves.

I opened the door to where (Y/N) was resting quietly. I noticed that Barbatos had left already. He must have left (Y/N) in the care of Belphegor to attend to something Lord Diavolo needed. Thankfully she had not woken up in the brief moment she was alone.

I ran a hand through her hair delicately before laying down to go to sleep as well. She would be fine. I would keep the human carefully away from her. No one was going to hurt her ever again. None of my siblings would be allowed to be hurt by this human.

Last thought involving you:

Diavolo

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Future Hubby

Yellow

“It's a good thing Lucifer so readily agreed. I would have hated scaring my dearest by having to resort to nefarious means of having her.”

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY

In a completely unsurprising turn of events, my rewrite of tbbw's chapter 5 had to be split into 2 chapters because I've added so much. So the old chapter 5's contents are now chapter 5 and 6. Here's a snippet from the new chapter 6:

“Oh my god, she’s inviting him to the Ball,” Caroline exclaimed, eyes popping between Rebekah and Matt, watching as the former smiled demurely, placing a hand on Matt’s arm and swear-to-God giggling at something he said. That snake. She spun to Elena, outraged. “Why is she inviting him?”

Elena glared at Rebekah from her seat, the anger in her eyes fading a little to make way for resignation. “Probably to get this reaction from us.”

“Urgh!” Caroline huffed, leaning back with a scowl on her face, folding her arms over her chest. “What day is this stupid dance again?”

Elena turned towards her, eyes hopeful. “You’ll come?”

Caroline rolled her eyes, still glaring at where Rebekah stood. “I’m not leaving you and Matt to those vipers.”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, Caroline,” Elena said softly, looking worried. “I mean, if Klaus invited you…won’t he expect you to dance with him?”

“It’s like you said, he’s following his mum’s rules right? I should be fine. ” 

“Still, I get it if you want to bow out.”

“Not a chance,” Caroline declared firmly, offering Elena her first smile of the afternoon. “Besides, do you know how jealous Courtney will be if I go to this Ball while she’s not even invited?”

Elena’s face broke open in a grin, laughing a little. “Is she the one that-”

“That saw Klaus pick up Rebekah from school that one time and has been thirsting after him ever since? Yep,” Caroline finished for her, eyes widening to show how truly ridiculous she thought her classmate’s crush was. “I mean, objectively, I get it-” Who didn’t? Even Caroline could admit Klaus was hot. Just more in the I-kill-people-and-I-look-good-doing-it kinda way. “-but has she never heard of the phrase don’t judge a book by its cover? Or stranger danger?” 

“Clearly not,” Elena mused with a smile, picking up her menu again.

Caroline huffed, leaning down to take another sip of her coke. “And what’s worse,” she continued, talking around her straw, “she said she met one of the other brothers yesterday morning in the town square and will not stop TALKING about it.”

Elena’s brows flickered with confusion. “Elijah?”

Caroline shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. She said he looked our age, maybe a little older. Apparently she-” hear Caroline held up her fingers to make air quotes, “-‘accidentally’ bumped into him and he was totally flirting with her, and then they shared this ‘moment’-” Elena opened her mouth, no doubt to ask what Courtney meant by ‘moment’ but Caroline had already lived through Courtney’s nauseating retelling of their make out session against the wall of the Grill and she was not repeating it. “-don’t even ask - where she pointed out he had a bit of ketchup smeared on the edge of his mouth.” 

When Caroline stopped talking, staring at Elena, clearly waiting for a reaction, her friend blinked, looking lost.

“So?”

“So?” Caroline echoed, throwing her hands out in frustration. “Elena, it clearly wasn’t ketchup.”

Elena’s eyes widened in realisation. “You think it was blood.”

“That family? With their record?” Caroline scoffed, leaning back with her head held high. “I know it was blood.”

“Kol’s not one for table manners, I’m afraid,” Rebekah announced, joining their conversation. Caroline flinched a little at her sudden appearance behind her - why was it, she could be so loud in those heels when she walked away but so silent when sneaking up behind them? Dramatic bitch.

“Were you listening in?” she asked to hide her unease. “Creeper.”

Rebekah shot her a smile that was all fake pleasantries and masked murderous intent. “Only when you started gossiping about the bachelorhood of my brothers.” She tilted her head, eyes raking over Caroline, silently judging her. “To think I once respected your taste in men.”

“Hey,” Caroline spat, jabbing a finger in the Original vampire’s direction, “Courtney is the one gossiping, not me.”

Rebekah’s nose scrunched up with disgust, familiar with their dark-haired classmate who was a particular breed of rich who thought every new trend was the height of social status. At the moment, the girl was on some vegan diet she’d found on a guy’s blog and bragging about the advantages of goat yoga.

“Kol was flirting with Courtney? I very much doubt that.”

Caroline sent her most saccharine smile back, the one that was all politeness but said in my head, I’m stabbing you in the eye with a hot poker. “Maybe your brother’s just shallow, like you.”

Rebekah’s face dropped, lips twisting into a sneer.

Elena awkwardly cleared her throat, shooting Caroline a warning glare. “Kol? That’s his name, then? Your brother?” she asked Rebekah, diverting her deadly attention from Caroline. 

When Caroline didn’t back down, merely raising her chin higher in challenge, something relented in Rebekah’s eyes and slowly, she turned to Elena, even though she glanced back at Caroline with a contemplative look on her face from time to time.

“Finn’s the eldest. Kol though, he’s younger than Klaus. Older than me. I’m sure you’ll meet them both soon, or Kol will eat you,” she said with a smile at Elena, turning to walk away, this time to leave the Grill, heels clicking behind her. “Whichever comes first, he’s not one to play by my mother’s rules.”

“Elijah won’t stand for it!” Elena shouted after her, as determined as Caroline to get in the last word.

Neither saw Rebekah’s smirk.

“As long as Kol isn’t setting the house fire,” she called back over her shoulder, “I doubt my dear older brother will care.”

[imaginethezeldaverse]

To the anon that had asked me last month about writing Yunobo and being put in a mating press............................

 I’m sorry this took me so long - truthfully I needed to build up the courage to write this holy fuck cause it was overwhelming to think about. I also lost the ask as I was writing this because Chrome decided not to cooperate which is why I don’t have the original ask on this post. Uhhhh...yeah! Allow me to lay my thirst below the cut oh my asdja. Let’s see what happens when you take a much more confident Tears of the Kingdom Yunobo, and pair that with a sprinkle of breeding and a full-on mating press 🥴 Hint: Something incredibly nasty. Reader is written female/afab because this lowkey self-indulgent bye 💗

It was a passing conversation. Something he swore he didn't mean to eavesdrop on, but in all fairness you weren't that far away from his particular earshot. You'd been chatting with Ramella who had just gotten back into town from her home in the Gerudo desert. He recalled hearing your squeal and at first thought something was wrong, but as he rounded the corner he realized it was a sound of embarrassed delight. "I'm telling you - you must ask your rock voe to hold you in a mating press while you passionately embrace. Ashai swears it's a delightful position," Ramella muses loudly at the way you're already blushing. "A-And it won't hurt when he pushes my knees toward my chest like that?" you stuttered, starting to swelter at the idea. The Gerudo merchant giggled at your question, nearly shouting she replied, "Not if you're flexible, it shouldn't!" "I-I suppose I could...ask..." you shyly mumbled back as you pressed your hands to your cheeks, face reddening by the second. Yunobo tucked his fingers to his chin in thought. Something you needed from him? Judging by your facial expressions and words, you sounded like you'd wanted whatever this hold was. But what exactly was it? Ramella mentioned it being a position, and he did overhear her say 'passionate embrace'...was it like a hug? "No that's not it, goro..." Yunobo said to himself, head tilting the opposite way as he thought further. Hugs don't normally involve your knees being at your chest last he checked; he also doesn't know you to be overly blushy about hugs in general. So what was so different about this 'mating pr--" And then it clicked. Now he understood why your cheeks were lighting up like a night lantern - and he couldn't stop himself from doing the same the more he thought about it himself. --- "Ahhh, Yunooo" you whined, back arching so your chest was further pinned to his. His colossal hand splayed across your back as he slowly filled you, his torso spreading your thighs as far apart as they could go. You relished in the feel of him, impossibly hard and thick inside of you - so much so your fingernails were already biting at his forearms. "Easy, goro...nice and ngh...slow, love..." he breathed into your ear. You had to applaud his restraint; Yunobo was always delicate with you at the beginning of your love-making, taking into consideration how much preparation and wherewithal it took for you to truly take him all in. Lashes fluttering from the deep stretch you moaned through a bitten lip at how the slight sting was dying out to pleasure now. Your hands slid up his arms, reaching to wrap around his neck. The Goron champion lifted his head just enough to seal his lips over yours, his hips drawing back and then thrusting forward. Your mewl into his mouth had him gripping you a little tighter, though his pace was kept exactly how you needed it for the moment: slow, hard, and as deep as your pussy would allow him. Each thrust would acclimate you, bend you to the shape of him and open you further. "Feel...good?..." Yunobo panted, blue eyes darkening to a rich navy as his eyelids fell halfway. Your lip was snatched between your teeth, your head leaning to the side, exposing your neck. "Yes! Ungh, goddess yessss!" And he believed you. With your breasts shaking under him, your lips parted in a semi-permanent 'O' and the feel of your hands holding onto him for dear life, he believed he was delivering your body the summation of his love and lust just fine. But something nudged at the back of Yunobo's mind, a pebble of a thought. He removed his hand from your back, gliding his palms down your hips and slotting under your knees. His body stilled for a moment, the sudden cease of his actions sending chills down your spine and causing you to flutter around his length. Your Goron beau hissed in a pleasured wince, before sitting upright on his knees and pushing yours to your chest. Your breath fell short as you were gently folded, still stuffed half-full with Goron cock. "Mmm..." Yunobo purred, a tinge of grit and machismo in tone. He leaned back over, caging your legs in place with his biceps, "Like...this, right, goro?" Eyes blown wide at how he could possibly known what you’d been silently working up the courage to ask, you gasped as he sunk back into you again. This position had him working into you deeper now, hitting a spot inside you that had your voice keening in another octave. Stars gathered behind your eyelids, your senses clouded with only the pleasure that stroked your walls and the sound of Yunobo's low grunting in the crook of your neck. He thanked Hylia for placing him in the right place at the right time - Ramella was right, this position was incredible to have you in. Something surged in his chest - fire and power lit his blood aflame as he felt the need to move faster inside you. Hoarse pants and sweetened moans dove into deeper growls and teeth-gritting grunts as he fed your body thrust after thrust after thrust. The hard edges of his hips smacked against your thighs, and you clawed desperately at his arms for purchase. Your breathy moans sang heavenly in your Goron’s ears as he hit a sensitive spot inside you.  “Oh! Ahhhhhhn, Yunobo, I--!” you cried out, your body aching to have him even closer than he was already. His thrusts grew sloppier as Yunobo let his instincts take him - barreling past the line of gentler sex with you and straight into full fucking you. His mind drove him to one objective: fill you up. With the way your hands dug into him, the bend in your spine with your head thrown back, and even the flex of your calves that most undoubtedly meant your toes were curling in absolute pleasure - you were close and he knew it. Yunobo’s powerful fingers ground harshly into the smooth surface beneath you both, cracking the build of his sculpted bed.  In your ear he panted low, “You gonna cum soon, love? I can hnnnk, feel it, y’know,” he licked a wet strip along the side of your neck, the slight hint of salt on his tongue, “So good to me...oooooh so good for me...gonna f-fill you up haaaahhh, sweetheart...you’ll take it, wontcha?”  His babbled, passionate words were sending your nerves into a frenzy, your cunt clenching around him as the ebb and flow of your release crept up your limbs.  “YES!” you sobbed, whole body wracked with desire, “Yunobo, please, I’m so close, mmmmf I’m, I-I’m...!”  Your words cut short at the sharp, empty scream of your voice, a blast of heat and ecstasy ripping through your entire body. Yunobo groaned heavily at feel of your pussy clamping tight on him, milking his cock with your rippling silken heat until even he could hold on no longer.  “That’s it, love, thaaaat’s it. All of it, goro, hahhh ffff--” His orgasm shot through him at lightning speed - a series of moans tumbling from his throat akin to a rough crescendo as he came buried deep inside you. The brawn in his thrusts softened to simple rolls in his hips as his growling lightened to airy huffs. His spent cock had emptied as much of him as would fit in your poor pussy, and when he pulled out of you - the wet squelch of it dribbling from your hole was unmistakable. Carefully, Yunobo set your legs down, making sure not to move too quickly so you could acclimate. When he was sure you were okay, you were easily flipped to sit in his lap, his arms tucking behind your back and holding you close. A gentle nuzzle of his nose on your cheek stirred you from the high of your post-coital bliss, followed by the cover of lips to your still heated skin, “I didn’t hurt you...did I?” came Yunobo’s meek whisper, tickling your ear. You sleepily shook your head in a negative and proceeded to rest on his chest.  He hummed quietly, “I’m glad...I don’t know what came over me, goro...I just...ya felt so good and then suddenly I was hit with this strange urge...” His chin rested on your head gently, “Felt like fire was in my blood - and the only thing ready t’quench it was all those n-noises you were makin’” You could hear the nerves in his voice tangled up in his words, the sense of him feeling like he did something wrong clouding his thoughts. A soft press of your lips to his pectoral, “It was incredible, Yunobo...every bit of it,” you nuzzled into his chest some more, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again like that at all.”  That seemed to lay the Goron a little more lax, albeit with wildly flushed cheeks. His hand rubbed soothing circles into your back, the other, affectionately coming to the back of your head.  You would definitely have to remember to thank Ramella later - though you were sure she was being loud during your conversation on purpose now. As you shifted you felt liquid traveling down your thighs.  “Yuno...maybe we should hit the hot spring, I um...i-it’s starting to,” stuttered you, face growing more crimson by the second. Immediately Yunobo caught what you meant, “O-Oh! Yes, let's! S-S-Sorry, hold on.” You were lifted bridal style in his arms, shifted only slightly in his hold so he could give you your dress and slip his fundoshi back on.  “I can walk, hunny,” you giggled, sweet smile accompanied by a reassuring look. Yunobo chuckled back at you, pulling your frame a tad closer to his chest, “I know, but I figured I’d give ya a break after nearly foldin’ ya in half.” Your jaw dropped at his words, and it wasn’t until he realized what he’d said - and so casually at that - that his face turned as red as Goron spice. 

“F-FORGET I SAID THAT!”  The saccharine smile on your lips turned devious in a matter of seconds; accompanied by the fresh memory of his biceps hooked under your knees as he pounded away at you had it grow more devious still, “Oh Yunobo...never.” 

[aiseunie]

idk if this counts or if your comfortable with it but babysitter!jennie getting seduced by single mom reader?

notes: babysitter!jennie, fingering, oversensitivity, squirting.

“shh. . .” you couldn’t help but smirk softly, watching the way jennie’s face scrunched with her efforts to hold back her little noises. you spotted little tears on her lash line while the look in her eyes was dazed. “you’ll wake up my kid.”

jennie didn’t know how much more of this she could take. she didn’t know whether it was the quick flick of your fingers against her bundle of nerves, or the low drawl of your voice that got her more worked up; her trembling fingers gripping the edge of your sofa.

“how cute.” you cooed. “you must have worked so hard putting the little devil to sleep.” jennie heard you chuckle, as your fingers circled the petals of her folds. “don’t worry, i’ll reward you well.”

her skin flushed red and you felt the heat of her skin, her blood boiling as your fingers leisurely rubbed her soaked cunt, occasionally dipping in to finger her clenching core a few times. of course, you denied her the pleasure of release, despite her hard work of taming the little demon that was your son.

you had tried and lost countless babysitters due to how much of a handful your son was. you were sure jennie would be the same, but as your relationship with her progressed, you slowly found that she would do anything for your approval.

where other babysitters failed; you found your house spotless and son asleep by the time you were home by 7. sometimes you’d even find a plate of quick dinner cooked. in those cases you made sure to thank her extra well.

“‘m so close. . .” jennie whined, sprawled on your lap with both her shaking legs propped open while you toyed with the honeyed entrance of her pussy in languid strokes. “please, i need to cum.”

“are you sure you want to cum?” you teased, slipping a finger in her cunt and pumping it a few times, just to feel the desperate flutter of her spongy walls. “i might take you too seriously, and not stop until you squirt.”

jennie’s breath hitched. “yes! please. . . anything.” the pleasure had her voice jumping a few octaves, than she had intended. your fingers curled and twisted, eagerly reaching as deep as possible and wanting to hit every sensitive spot that had her preening.

angling your knuckles to brush against the top of her walls, the rough pad of your thumb pressed her clit until she spasmed, her jaw dropping and incoherent cries leaving her lips as she creamed all over your fingers. even then, you didn’t stop and added a third finger, just to watch her toes curl as small sobs left her lips. “w-wait. . . i - ah! i’m gonna -”

your arm tightened around her waist to keep her pinned to your chest, fingers relentlessly pumping her oversensitive cunt to the point of tears, not stopping until she finally squirted all over your lap and sofa. her thighs were shaking and her fingers almost painfully dug into your skin.

you finally pulled your fingers out once jennie had gone limp in your lap, relishing in the feeling of her spurted juices dripping down your wrist, as you brought your fingers up to your face and dragged your tongue up your palm slowly.

you hummed. “fuck, i knew you’d taste sweeter than my ex-wife. . .”

ya'll got me all hot with your requests

[bohemian-nights]

Midnight Rambles

Word Count: ~3,468

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Nettles

Warnings⚠️: This is basically just smut🕯️

Description: Musings under the cover of darkness and pleasure between a prince and a certain bastard girl.

AN: This is a one-shot. I tried to keep it pretty vague so this can take place during or after Maidenpool🐑🐉

“I hate you.” She rasped out. Her voice barely a whisper. 

It was the first words she had spoken in an age. Interrupting the cacophony of carnality that came from her moans and his grunts into the others dampened skin, the sound of said skin slapping against the other, and the wet squelches of their arousals from their coupling in the waning hours of the wolf.           

The dark-haired woman with midnight ringlets bathed in moonlight from their opened window regretted those words as soon as she had uttered them. Cruel they were. So very cruel and so very untrue. Perhaps the fact that it was so very untrue made it less cruel.   

“I hate you.” She repeated, lifting her head slightly from where it had been lolling limp at his shoulder and raising her voice an octave more, for he had not seemed to have heard her the first time. 

Violet irises dilated with the onyx of his pupils. Glazed over with lust as he stared down at her. Lapping up every little wince, shiver, or moan that would slip from her. Like a man dying from thirst and she was his salvation.    

Cruel as it may be, and odd given the fact that she was speared upon his cock and could scarcely string together the three words she had, there was a reason for that cruelty. A little game she had taken to playing.                           

I hate you she’d say as he stretched her to her limits. Filling that space between her legs that was created for him and him alone. Surrounding her with his everything.    

He never believed her when she spoke those cruelties. Not once had he ever believed her.   

Why should he believe her when she buried her face into his neck? Mouthing at the pale pocket-marked skin found there or how she pulled him closer, slender hands winding themselves into his silver strands to do so. Why should he believe when it was clear she couldn’t say anything else, not even a simple Gods Daemon, please. Nothing but those three acidic words would slip from her full lips. Mind half gone, lost in that heady synthesis of extasy and adoration.  

No, he’d never believe her. Instead, he’d simply place a kiss into her temple or whatever patch of brown skin flushed with the glow of their lovemaking that rested under his thin lips. Thereupon her heated flesh, she would feel a sly grin spread out from the corners of his mouth.     

Am I being too gentle with you sweet girl? He would whisper the question into the delicate skin of her nape just below her ear before taking the sensitive flesh between his teeth to imprint upon as those arms of his had stopped whatever sin they were concocting to wrap around her. Leaving no room for escape. Seating himself deeper within her heat. Stuffing her creamy center to the brim and driving into her without ever fully leaving her cunt as he bounced her on his cock. 

Is that better Netty? Is that what my little one wanted? To be full of me? Do you still want my darling? A moan was all she could answer him with.

His attentions to her person and that cadence of his grown richer by his own desire would send a shiver down her spine that went straight to her pulsing cunt. A tightly wound nerve connecting the two. Adding to that molten core of luxuria building up inside of her under the tender care of her lover. 

Ever accommodating. He was so very accommodating with her. 

Perhaps accommodating was the wrong word for it for it was too sterile. That word was not at all sufficient to describe what he gave her.

Worshipful. That was the word for it. He was worshipful of her with all things. Lavishing her with his soul as well as his body. He would do anything for her. Be anything she asked him to be. All for her. It did not matter where they were or who they were with,  All she had to do was ask it of him, but behind the locked door of their sanctuary with her naked flesh wrapped around his where no man or God could disturb them and whatever lay outside of their chambers faded from memory, he would not wait for that ask. 

Instead, he would envelop her in a kiss. Tongue tangling with hers, fighting for dominance before she would give in. Liking the feel of that wet muscle dragging across the roof of her mouth entirely too much for her not to. 

His movements quickening. Thrusting himself to her hilt and only once he had bottomed out would he then begin to pull out again. The length of him hitting that spongy spot deep inside her. That spot that would have her clutching at the sheets she was spread out upon or clawing at the man himself who was ravishing her. Rendered speechless by the roll of his hips and writhing under his licentious gaze.

 It was when she began to mindlessly buck her hips up to meet his thrusts that her prince would bring a hand down to the apex of her mound to encircle her swollen clit. Half a dozen swipes drummed into the pulsing little button still sensitive from her previous peak was all it would take for her to come creaming around him. With her lover following her into that euphoric oblivion. Never lasting long at the sight of her pleasure or the feel of her spent cunt beginning to milk his cock for all he could give her. 

Others he would not even acknowledge what she had said. Continuing to kiss down her neck. Burrowing his face into her breasts and taking a brown nipple to suckle on as he worked himself through her. Pinning her down under him with his body weight or if he had been in a particularly benevolent mood and he had wanted to watch her riding him, he'd move a white hand from wherever he had taken to gripping her to hold her hips down. Not even allowing her to meet his thrusts or rut down onto him for relief as he stifled her movements with his strength. 

That bewitching cock of his dragging against the ridges of her inner walls. The tip of him bullying that cluster of nerves within her over and over as she would turn into a mere rag doll in his hold. Too far gone by then to do anything apart to notice anything but the intensity of it and cry out for more. 

Even then Daemon wouldn’t let her quite succumb to that peak he was pushing her towards. Keeping her on for some minutes more as he held her down and kept her still despite her whines of protest. Batting her hand from where they were joined to pleasure herself. Hold it sweet girl. It will feel better if you wait. 

He was right of course. Pleasure delayed was all the more sweater, but the waiting was easier said than done. 

Nettles would have curled into herself, taken to thrashing around on their bed from that searing need but she’s stopped by that body pressed flush against hers. His body. Warm and solid like the volcanic land from his ancestors' homeland that gave them their fire. Harder than hers in ways which she was soft. His person was altogether intoxicating and his efforts on her person when he was in this state. 

She would use the last of her breath to speak those three words before giving into the hedonistic haze surrounding them with a bit to his scared shoulder.  She needed something to keep her from losing what was left of her ever-depleting sanity and patience.  His pace, pushing into her heat with a determination that even the Warrior would marvel at, never faltered as he chased their peaks.

Those times he’d come with her. Emptying his seed into her as her cunt soaked him with her own release. Not waiting to watch the heavenly sights she made in the throes of euphoria as her orgasm took hold. 

It was those times she admittedly liked best. 

When he too gave into the want. Joining her in rapturous delight and she hadn’t even had to goad him into doing so. He'd freely give it to, letting go with her, no matter what she said or did to him, but all the same, it had become a ritual of sorts.   

There was order in the cruelty. Dependability. A rope which to cling to. It just made sense to voice those harsh words.   

She supposed if she were to think long and hard enough on why she continued with this game, it was a rather vain attempt at preserving the last of her sovereignty. 

She would always be Nettles no matter how much she was his Netty, she was happy with that, with being both and the same, but she could not lie about her unease. That last bit of fear against utter felicity 

She had spent much of her life alone willingly and unwillingly. She had grown accustomed to deprivation and abandonment. So accustomed that she grew to expect it.  

Waiting for the sky to fall on her. Always waiting. Wondering if, after all these moons with him, she'd ever stop waiting for it all to be pulled out under her. Nettles the small bastard girl from Driftmark was here. She shouldn't be here, mayhaps, she shouldn’t even be alive, the deprivation and waiting without nothing but hope killing her, but she was here. Whole. With him.

Nettles wondered if he had caught on to it. If that was the reason why he would take to teasing her with a devilish grin upon his pale face. Or ignoring her as he continued his sinful ministrations on her person bringing them to ecstasy. If he knew her reason for doing so. Her want. It was pure want. 

She wanted him to pull her closer into his embrace and whisper sweet words into her ear while he petted her. Serenading her with the full extent of his adulation even if her tongue would not allow her to do the same. 

Nettles craved his reassurance. Craved his acknowledgement. His affection. His love. His devotion.  

Even after all these moons together in days spent by his side and the nights in their chambers. She craved every single fiber of him even though he had given it to her and showed no signs of stopping doing so. 

In that regard, Nettles supposed there was no need to say such cruel words now. Their lives were so intertwined after all. There could be no point in denying that he was hers and she was his. His darling, but she had grown greedy over the moons. 

She liked seeing him work for her. Liked seeing what he would do for her, seeing him worship her in all manner of things including here in their bed-chamber and so she repeated those acerbic words even though she had no need to. 

Though this time she did not feel like playing this game. Feeling hollow when that silly little ritual fell from her lips and, mayhaps, he knew just how hollow those words had been as she dug her nails into his shoulders and looked up into those smoldering eyes staring back down at her. 

“You are beautiful.” He breathed. Meeting her embrace with his own. He had pulled her into his lap after feasting on cunny her some hours past. Entering her as her mind still spun from her last peak. That euphoric high had not quite left her as a set of wonderfully large pale hands pawed at every inch of brown skin within his reach. The rough pads of his thumb drew circles into the tender knots of her spine as he bucked up deeper into her warmth. His length bottomed out, hitting her cervix in his frenzy, but she hadn’t minded. 

The stretch was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Almost too much. It was his way in these blessed chambers. Just enough to keep her on the edge of bliss, but not quite enough stimulation to send her into that blissful oblivion. Liking to keep her there until she’d curse him, beg him with her cries, place kitten nips at his neck, and left her marks upon his skin, her nails into his skin, mind lost with only him to cling to. Then only then he’d make her come like a waterfall around him, but she wanted more than that now from him. 

He had reached the limit of her, had molded her flesh around his, nothing separated them, but as impossible as it sounded she wanted him deeper still.

Nettles wanted to forget. Not because she had anything which she particularly wanted to forget, but because she wished to get lost in him for there was much felicity to be found in him. More joy than the seven heavens, but she was almost too overwhelmed to ask for more.   

“So beautiful, sweet girl.” The hand that was not gripping onto her to cling her to him, like she might fall if he did not, pried her head away from nuzzling at his throat. 

Taking her chin between his fingers, the same fingers that had been inside her a half hour past still covered in her spend from her fifth orgasm, to turn their gazes to face the mirror placed opposite their bed. “Look at how beautiful you are, Netty.”

If he had done so moons ago she would have averted her gaze. Hiding into his neck at the sight of them as he did what he wished to her. Embarrassed by her own wantonness. By the Gods, she grew up in a whore house. She had been almost made into one herself, mayhaps in another life that was what she had become, but a maiden's shyness no matter where she was from or what she had seen clung to her at the first sight of such unrestrained fervor. However, she most certainly was no maiden now. The man before her had seen to that. Hide her gaze Nettles did not. 

They were stripped down bare. Naked as their namedays. A beautiful mess of two beings

Skin glistening with a layer of sweat, salvia from their kisses laid on the other, and what she was sure was some of her slick. Their figures clutching the other closer. 

Her hair was a ruin of inky curls that would take quite a battle to untangle in the mourn, but his own mane did not fare much better. 

Silver strands thick despite his age sticking up at odds and ends, mused mostly at her hands that she could not keep to herself and curling just the slightest around his hairline under the weight of beads of sweat.

Despite their mess she always thought her prince looked the most handsome here with his hair mused clammy skin where she could see every freckle, scars from a life of war, bloodshed, indulgence, and mirth, and every line of age on his person. The most like himself here when they were inwrapped in each other and their gazes. Where they could be as they wished, but that thought was soon pushed away with the sound of a wet pop.  

Her eyes shot from admiring Daemon’s face to where they were joined at their centers. Or at least where they had been joined. He had pulled out of her almost completely. All but the very red and angry head of his cock remained outside of her cunt. 

Nettles had begun to whine again at the emptiness which she felt. 

One little brown hand finding its way back to entangle and the other's nails clawing red marks down his back, hips bucking down trying to coax the fullness of his length back into her, but he stopped her with the hand on her face moving back to her hips. 

Shushing her as he teased her with his shaft. Inch by inch by inch pushing back into her to the point where she almost screamed. If he had not chosen then when she had taken to nipping his neck to disappear into her heat in a single thrust Nettles would have.  

Her sopping cunt swallowed him whole. The sound of her wetness and the scream turned into a gasp as he entered her, overtaking their chamber. 

He had done so to her now a hundred times over many moons, but she doubted if he took her, merciful Mother, who if she were watching them was certainly doing so with a blush over her pale comely face, like this every night for the rest of her days or at least for his days she would ever grow used to it. 

It was hard to tell where he ended and she began, oh there was his flesh and hers. Marble upon earth which made quite the lovely contrast, but it felt like he had enraptured her very soul with his own. Shielding her in his warmth. She never wanted to leave from it. She never wanted this to end. 

The hand that was still draped firmly under her bottom supporting her weight so that she would not fall back onto the bed of pillows, but those fingers attached to said hand had a mind of their own. 

They rested dangerously close to her puckered entrance. Occasionally his thumb grazed it.

Uncharted territory at least by his length. Those digits had already penetrated her rosebud and seemed as if they might now, she was certainly pliant enough to do so, but that too would have to wait for another time. For that now, he meant to pull out from her again. 

Not much by much. Only to drag his length across her walls, but she loathed that thought. Even that little bit of emptiness was too much. She did not want it. It was the last thing on this fleeting yet strangely wonderful plane of existence she wanted. 

“Don’t.” The one word Nettles managed to stutter out that was not those three bitter words said to stoke his fire. Trading acid for veneration and a slight bit of dread. 

Straining her voice to do so. Hoping he got her meaning as she dug her nails into his skin and clawed another line of red marks down his pale back. He winced at the sting, knowing it would, but she had his attention. 

She would have flipped him on his back and ridden him if she had the strength to push her prince onto it. Making sure he stayed deep within her, but she could not.

She could barely speak. Barely keep her eyes open. Vision wanting to go cross-eyed under the weight of her nearing climax. This would have to do in her strengths absence. “Please don’t leave.” It was a mere croak as she stared up at him from his nape, but he listened. 

It was silly. Ridiculous, but he listened. 

“Never sweet girl. I'm not leaving you.” He panted into her ear as he pulled her back flush against him and pushed deeper into her. Hitting that spongy spot along the way. “I promise.” Bullying that spot at promise and she had to bite on his shoulder to keep from whining, trying to save her breath for there was one word she could not leave unspoken. 

“Please.” Please. Please Please. She was crying now. Tears weren't an uncommon sight to see during their lovemaking. Nettles had learned under Daemon's tutelage that tears did not have to be only from pain and heartache. Hers were never anything but pleasure anymore, but these were more than that even. 

Oh pleasure was there a plenty, but there was that adoration there as she turned her head up to meet a set of violet eyes meeting her back with that same ardor. 

I love you. I love you. I love you. She wanted to say, knowing she had nothing to fear and those three words were truly useless now that she had said three others. Mayhaps she would whisper those two words here in bliss in some moons more, she had said it enough out of these chambers, but for now, he had said it here for her. 

“Shh sweetling,” that wandering pale hand came around to the top of her thighs. Finding her pearl beneath her curls for the final time of that night musings done for as she began to contract around him and pulled from him his own pleasure as he emptied himself into her overflowing heat. Ever worshipful. Ever hers. “I am yours Netty. I am always yours my darling.” 

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[skywlker-sluvtt]

Hello! Congrats on 500 💘

Can I request B14 and “try to stay quiet understand?” if you would like. With Tech?

Thank you

OMG MY FIRST TECH REQUEST I AM SCREAMING!!!! I'm rewatching the bad batch so currently clone thirsting so hard <333

tech x afab!reader nsfw content below the cut (18+) word count: 1k

prompts: B14 Hands focus + “try to stay quiet, understand?”

Tech was currently at his workbench putting something back together. What was that? You were about to ask him before focusing on how his hands moved around the metal object. He was fixing wires before with such skill his fingers moved effortlessly, not fumbling once. You’d always thought his hand were hot. They were much bigger than yours, you adored it when he didn’t wear his gloves so you could see the few prominent veins that ran across them. He picked up a precision screwdriver carefully twisting something back into place.

You couldn’t help but adore his hands especially when you thought about how they felt on you. “Cyare, do you need something?” He questioned not stopping his movements at all. “N-No” You stuttered being pulled out of your trance, pulling out an extra stool you sat beside him to watch closer. He placed the contraption down before cracking his knuckles and reorganizing his desk. “Do you have a question? You’re staring very intently” He stated. “No, just watching you”

His eyes moved to yours and he followed your gaze to his ungloved hand. “Are you sure? You look quite focused on my hands” He continued. A tinge of pink coated your cheeks as your eyes met his. “Maybe I am” You teased taking his hand and placing his palm against your own to compare sizes. “Your hands are so much bigger than mine, and I like it…alot” You explained. “Of course, my hands are bigger than yours. Due to the fact that men produce more testosterone than women do, men often have larger hands than women. Male and female bodies grow and develop in different ways as a result of the differing hormones” Tech explains and you roll your eyes shaking your head.

“I know that Tech. I’m saying it kinda turns me on how much bigger you are than me, especially your hands” You smirk cutting straight to the point so he realised your intentions faster. “Oh, I see” He replied with a red tint across his cheeks and a small smile. “I just like how they feel on me, touching me” You whispered as he placed his hand atop your bare thigh. Your whole body warmed as he rubbed gently up and down your thigh. “Does that satisfy you dear?” He asked with a smirk.

You giggled and watched his fingers grab at the meat of your thighs gently. “Little bit more” You grin before he snakes his hands higher to meet the hem of your shorts skimming the tips of his fingers over it before continuing to your covered core. “Is that better for you Mesh’la?” He asks rubbing his thumb over your most sensitive area. The fabric rubbed firmly against your clit and you let out a subtle moan.

“Tech p-please,” You sighed aching to be closer to him. “Sit,” He said patting his lap with a somewhat smug look on his face. You gladly sit straddling his lap and discarding your shorts along the way. Pressing a few passionate kisses to his lips he chuckled softly. “Patience my dear” Tech said swiping a thumb across your lip and admiring your features. Rolling your eyes you sighed softly waiting for him to do as you asked. His fingers made your way to your heat at a torturously slow rate. “Is this what you were waiting for?” He asked teasing the edges of your panties, pushing them to the side slowly.

“You’re much more aroused than usual, have my hands really affected you this much?” He mused. “Yes, I love your hands Tech. Think about them all the time” You said resting your head on his shoulder. He moved his thumb through your folds, spreading you open to rub your sensitive pearl causing a quiet whine to leave your lips. He kept focus on your clit for a while and then slipped his index finger into your wet cunt. “Tech!” You sighed arching your back into him. He paused his movements and smirked. “Try to stay quiet, understand? You wouldn't want my brothers hearing would you?” He questioned. You hummed, clenching around his fingers.

“I’ll have to use my hand’s on you more often if you react this way” He mentioned adding a second finger inside of you, starting a steady rhythm against your walls. “Faster” You whined in his ear kissing the sensitive skin of his neck. He curled his fingers deeper feeling the way you throbbed against his fingers. “Very good my darling I want you to cum on my command, understand?” “Yes, kriff yes” You nodded.

Tech moved his thumb to rub against your clit while fingering you. The wet noises filled the small room on the ship. “Baby, I can’t-can’t hold it” You groaned squirming in his lap, rolling your hips against his fingers slowly. “You can my dear, your patience is exceptional” He said softly. He continued finger fucking you at a relentless pace, you grabbed his free hand and squeezed it hard. Your skin heated up immensely and your heart pounded heart hard against your ribs.

“Cum for me Cyare” He whispered eyes focused on your glistening pussy. Holding back moans you finally let go, your body shaking with pleasure as you moaned into his armour-covered shoulder. Your legs trembled with pleasure as your climax settled down and Tech continued to keep his dexterous fingers deep inside of you. “That was remarkable darling, by far one of your longest orgasms” He commented pulling his fingers out of you. You whined at the loss of contact still catching your breath.

He moved his fingers to your lips, covered in your slick he opened your mouth with his other hand. “Suck,” He said firmly, you did as he asked taking his digits into your mouth and licking them clean savouring the salty flavour of yourself. “Good girl,” He hummed retracting his hand from you before you noticed the red light blinking from his goggles. “Did you just record that?” You giggled. “For research purposes as always, would you like me to delete it?” “No, not at all” You smirked. “Good, now I’m not finished. Up on the table for me,” He said helping you onto his workbench. You could barely contain your excitement for whatever he had planned.

[lunaetis]

@minban asked :

his rover looks so wonderful, so gorgeous when she gasps out from his own machinations. she is so pretty like this, beneath the strumming of his fingers as he pulls more little gasps from her, a blessing that she allows herself to be at his mercy, vulnerable beneath the sharp edges that make up his very being. scar smiles sweetly at yínyuè, caressing her face as he watches her every movement. as she gasps once more, scar pushes his thumb between plush lips, sinking his thumb in until it presses against her tongue. his smile, much like himself, takes on a sharper edge as he continues to apply pressure, holding yínyuè's mouth open as his thumb sinks in beyond his knuckles, threading dangerously close to the back of his beloved's throat.

put fingers in my muse's mouth. || always accepting

─「银月」─  it went against every logic and judgement on her part. the way she felt the AIR getting knocked out of her lungs every time his fingers made contact with her exposed skin. how did it get to this ? every morsel of her body felt like it was on fire, the warmth turning into suffocating heat surrounding both the air and her own vision. it began to blur, her mind, her thoughts, her composure, as she felt her back arch in response to his touch. once again, the reaction came INVOLUNTARILY, yet ... why wasn't she kicking him off of her if she wanted to escape ? she needed to — she should. this wasn't right. this shouldn't be allowed, this shouldn't —

                a breathless gasp tore itself from her lungs and her own resistance and rationale scattered, replaced by ELECTRIFYING sensation running through her veins. more. like an addiction, intoxicated, overdosed, her golden hues fell to a half-lidded state, looking up at the man who had her completely under his control. under his mercy. all for him.

                " scar — " it didn't sound like her, the way she gasped out his name so heatedly, out of breath, borderline a moan clinging to the last shred of her sanity he so invested to strip from her. it was hard to think when she could feel him sinking DEEPER into her, and her body welcomed him even when her mind screamed not to. if it was wrong, why was she pushing her hips against his own, seeking for that completion only he could give, the sweetest of nectar he bestowed on her, drop after drop.

                she was being molded to his shape, nails scoring down his shoulder and arm, leaving crimson streaks in their wake as her head snapped back once more, feeling his movement intensify and mouth gaped. the pleasure was almost blinding, making her toes curl and back curved towards him needily. " sca — " this time, however, his thumb pushed past her parted lips and into her mouth. her BREATH hitched at the sudden invasion, gaze of amber glowed softly when he rested it against the soft appendage of her tongue.

                her instinct told her bite, and she did. fangs sinking against the digit as sanguine liquid filled her mouth. the taste of iron spread only nudging her mind towards the place of NO RETURN. he smiled — she could see how absolutely delighted he was to see her biting back as he sank it deeper, closer to her throat, allowing the blood to flow as his hips ground to make her whimper. was it her making those sounds ? she couldn't think ... why was it that his taste became so addictive ... when was it that she thirst for what he could give ? she was clenching around him, unconsciously begging for more.

                soft tongue lusciously swirled around his thumb, lapping up the burning crimson before wrapping itself around the knuckle, tasting not only the blood but the feel of the scars upon his palm. she was drawing it closer, deeper, willingly sucking on it while her lower half pushed back against him. the way he stretched her and fill her up to the brim was driving her insane. this was wrong, to let him do this was wrong ...

                when he buried himself to the hilt once more, however, any hint of hesitation was gone. fingers digging into his skin, at his shoulders, then CLAWING at his back when he hit that sweet spot making her choke up a sound akin to a whine.

                the licking of his thumb turned into a devouring, sucking and biting. as her tongue coiled around it, a hint of saliva dripped temptingly from the corner of her mouth. AUREATE ORBS glowed as they gazed at him, at the monster who managed to catch her entirety within his claws. deeper, she sank, into the darkness, into him. there was no gaps between them, not when he was making sure she would remember his shape with every thrust, to drive away any thoughts of others ever claiming her in such a way.

                until all she could feel, could see, could hear, could ever think of was him.

[foxes-that-run]

Daylight

Harry said Daylight is about infatuation with troubled things. He sings about a long distance relationship where his muse, to me Taylor, keeps him at a distance, he wants to be with them and wants more than his muse gives him. In a theme for his work at that time Harry sings of cocaine, travelling the world and romantic encounters but he really just wants his muse to love him back. Yet knowing they keep him at a distance Harry can't help wanting to be with them.

The lyric video has Sunflowers with their heads are dropped :( this happens when they don’t have water, a reference to Taylor Swifts Clean (When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst) and Sunflower Vol 6.

Music video

The music video for Daylight is fantastic and full of Haylor easter eggs in these:

@womanexile has detail in part 1 and part 2,

@this-daydream-is-dangerous-13 post about the timeline for making the video and the James Corden $300 video showing it was made May 22 before it’s July 23 release. The Olivia tattoo is seen in it. and

This post about seven and the video

Title and Track list

Daylight is also the name of the last song on Taylor Swift's album Lover. It was originally the title track, and Taylor hinted at it in the Red Liner notes while she was still dating Harry. Taylor’s Daylight is about true love, the last sung verse of Taylors Daylight is [love] "it's golden like daylight". Harry then opened Fine Line with Golden. Daylight is track 5 of Harry's House.

What Harry has said

Howard Stern (8:10) Harry said:

"Daylight was quite an early song on the album, it's one of my favourites and it was kind of a stream of consciousness writing that happened kind of late. It was one of those songs that very much captures a moment of what was happening in the studio. We were kind of all talking about going to bed and then we started this song and it felt like if we go to bed and do it tomorrow it's not going to be the same as it would be if we finished it now. So you found a way to stay up. I think sometimes there are things that can feel like we have to find a way to finish this now. We did an all nighter, finished it and went out the beach to watch the sun come up and it was a nice moment of this album." Stern 'this is about some woman that didn't pay attention to you. He reads the line with cocaine before asking. There is a frustration in this song' Harry confirms it is about one woman. And responds "I think it is kind of like an infatuation with chasing troubled things"

Stern continues, 'You know Taylor Swift has a song called Daylight, maybe she's the girl in the thing?' To which Harry says "here we go, mm hm." and looks away. Stern, seeing the answer, offers, 'or am I reading too much into it.' which Harry agrees with, Stern comments on his smile Harry adds "You know I'd love to tell you that your spot on, but I can't" smiles and exchanges a knowing look with Mitch. Call me as convinced as Stern, what Harry said was he couldn't confirm that, especially after Stern read the cocaine line.

To Zane Lowe Harry (41 mins) told a similar story about staying up to complete it and told the surfing/song writing metaphor. Zane approached it along with As it Was and Grapejuice as a suite he sees as expressing pain and vice dependency. Harry moved on to talk about As It Was.

Timeline

Harry was in LA promoting Fine Line when the COVID travel ban was introduced 17 March 2020. Harry told Zane Lowe (24 Mins) he stayed home for 6 weeks then booked and went to Shangri-la studio to record. LNT, Daylight, Keep Driving and Sushi were in this group, to Stern and Lowe he said Daylight was one of the first. That places these songs between 28 April 2020 and 18 July 2020 (when Harry was back in the UK) Daylight at the earlier end of that time. The leaked too much sauce was recorded and Taylor wrote Folklore in that period also. See 2020 timeline.

Live Performances

Daylight was the 4th song on the Love on Tour Setlist, once Harry's House was released. Harry replaced it with Stockholm Syndrome for 18 shows from 18 May 2023, appearing in a handful of shows in June and July. The only shows with both were Wembley and the last show.

The tour visuals have a blue bird flying between LA and London. Harry also had a cloud background. Showing LA rather than NY is interesting when the song mentions NY.

What is the Bluebird Reference about

Bluebirds appeared in the opening to Love on Tour and may refer to:

Charles Bukowski's has a poem Bluebird, Harry is read Bukowski books and poems on stage. In the poem, the bird is a metaphor for Bukowski's emotions, articulated that he weeps in private. He keeps it hidden with whiskey to protect his image that sells books of misogynistic poetry, he opposes weeping with strength and cleverness. If Harry is referencing this, this is it is consistent with the reference to Harry's own work:

In "If I could Fly" Harry shared his vulnerability with his muse for their eyes only and hoped they would not run from him. In this same HH recording period, Harry has a series of songs that describe a rockstar lifestyle, referring to choking and cocaine, (Daylight, Keep Driving and (leaked) Too Much Sauce and (leaked) Make My Day) but that Harry actually just wishes his muse reciprocated his feelings and wanted to settle down and be happy.

When she was 14 Taylor Swift's was given her first record deal and performed at a writers night at the Bluebird Cafe in Nashville. She talks about it in this video when she returned to the cafe, there are photos of her 2004 performance with Scott Borchetta in the audience. The cafe has a chair with a plaque she included in the Taymoji set. Harry would have known this, however the Grammy museum also covered when she played there in 2018. Taylor also had a bluebird in the WANGBT video and on 17 June 2023 uploaded a single image to youtube with bluebirds promoting Eras in Mexico. This was a few weeks before Harry’s daylight MV was released.

This link lists songs about bluebirds. I think Paul McCartney's "Bluebird" and Joe Ely's "If you were a Bluebird" are both plausible.

In Summary I think the bluebird is a metaphor for Harry's inner feelings that he is someone who loves and wants to be loved back. He sees his rockstar trappings are a salve, not a life goal.

Lyrics

I'm on the roof, you're in your airplane seat I was nose-bleeding, looking for life out there Reading your horoscope, you were just doing cocaine In my kitchen, you never listen, I hope you're missing me by now

The opening verse expresses the frustration Stern referred to. Harry's muse and he are apart now, and he is missing them, almost indigently hoping they miss him too, yet he cares, he’s reading their horoscope. This sounds to me like a disagreement or unsatisfying parting and Harry wants to be with them.

I hear the first lines as a double meaning:

Harry is high (on the roof, nose-bleeding) but his muse is higher (in the sky).

his muse has also now flown away in their own airplane seat and left him waiting - they are separated by distance.

'Nose bleeding, looking for life' reminds me of Kiwi "Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up" and Satellite's name and "You got a new life". "Out there" and the tour visuals showing LA rather also remind me of Satellite's 'L.A. Mood'.

In the music video here Harry climbs down from a ladder to the sky, which reminds me of Story of My Life's "But, baby, runnin' after you is like chasin' the clouds". Clouds appear in several of their videos, including Lavender Haze, where, on the Eras tour, Taylor climbs up a ladder to one:

If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you You'd be the spoon Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you

To me, this lyric is most reminiscent of Harry's One Direction song, If I Could Fly and it has the similar meaning, Harry is separated from his muse and wishes he could fly home to them. While If I could fly is about sharing vulnerability and hoping they don't run from him, in Daylight his muse keeping him at a distance.

I love dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you, it's adorable and bittersweet and very Harry. Bittersweet because Harry wants to be with his muse, who at the start of the song was not listening to him and he was hoping was missing him. He wants to spend all his time with them and he doesn’t feel that is reciprocated.

In this part of the video, the muse in Red (Taylor's colour) takes shots at him (songs, antics in media) he is resigned that it may kill him, his muse gives a flirting smile when it doesn't. Harry then walks past muses in pink with a bored look. A Grapejuice reference "I'm so over whites and pinks" Harry only has eyes for his 'old and Red' muse, even though they enjoy taking shots at him.

Daylight, you got me cursing the daylight (ooh) Daylight, you got me cursing the daylight (ooh) Daylight, you got me calling at all times (ooh) Ain't gonna sleep 'til the daylight (ooh)

This lyric reminds me of Harry talking about staying up to finish the song, but also he's staying up late night talking and wanting to be with his muse all the time. Calling at all times could be a muse on a different timezone, or maybe one he can't keep from.

In the video Harry is trying to get to his muse, clowns (read: us) are in the way. He cries and we are on his side, because we are! Harry is commenting on fans getting in the way of his love. Sorry Harry. He is too loud for his muse dressed as Miss Americana (& the Heartbreak Prince) who leaves. This scene reminds me of Story of my life "holding on too tight"

Out of New York, I'm on the comedown speed We're on bicycles, saying, "There's life out there" You got the antidote, I'll take one to go, go, please Get the picture, cut out my middle You ain't got time for me right now

This verse is similar to the first, Harry is a parting from his muse, he feels incomplete when they are apart, but his muse is keeping him at a distance. The verse has similarities to several of Harry's songs:

Out of NY, comedown speed, I hear as Harry leaving NY and coming down, or feeling sad to be away from his muse.

Harry does refer to Bikes in Matilda, however to me, where Harry rides a penny farthing here in the video emphasises that this is a winding wheel reference. The spinning and 'life out there' also remind me of Satellite again. In the first verse Harry was looking for life out there and he has now found it.

Antidote is also in Golden "I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) / Of who I am, and all I've ever known Lovin' you's the antidote", and Ever Since New York "Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote" a Medicine is also similar to an antidote. Also in End of the Day "Twenty minutes later, wound up in the hospital / The priest thinks it's the devil, my mum thinks it's the flu / But, girl, it's only you" Here Harry takes one to go because he's parting from his muse.

Finally, the last 2 lines are also reminiscent of Satellite "(Spinning out, waiting for ya) / I'm in an L.A. Mood / I don't wanna talk to you/ She said, "Give me a day or two"