#thumb sucker? yeah he's a thumb sucker sometimes

[tennant-the-tigger]

Sleepy Mulder

Late night reading

TXF Fanart ☆ MSR Fanart

[daenysx]

im a total sucker for sleepy marauders, so here's my idea if you want to write it:

personally, i think sirius tries very hard to not appear, be and feel vulnerable even with the people he loves, but when he's sleepy that façade drops almost completely. could you write gn reader babying sirius even if he tries to refuse the love he's receiving? i imagine him secretly enjoying all the attention and care his lover is giving to him, feeling whole for a second.

i don't know if you already wrote something like this, but feel free to dismiss it if you have!

thank u sm xx.

hi, gorgeous, thank you!! i hope you enjoy

sirius black x gn!reader, fluff <33

"poor baby." you whisper with the softest voice. sirius' eyes are blissfully closed. "you've been so tired, haven't you?"

he's always been pretty, but even more so when he's all melting under covers. he hums quietly, starved for every piece of affection you'll offer. you settle down in bed to reach him properly.

"you know what i think sometimes?" he talks with a deep voice.

"what?" you ask him as you cup his cheek. your hand is warm and sirius forgets everything.

"doesn't matter." he manages to say.

it's not like he tries to hide anything from you, but he never thought he'd be good at being loved. your thumb draws a half moon on his sharp cheekbone. his body moves closer to yours.

"it's okay." you tell him. "maybe you should sleep."

"yeah." he says. your hand is- oh, it's so nice to be touched like this. you hold the back of his neck gently as you massage his scalp and he feels the tension on his shoulders easing off. "i will."

he looks like he'll fall asleep quicker if you keep drawing shapes on his face. you want to keep loving on him, the affection grows until it hurts your chest. he's so gorgeous, it's not fair. he looks like an angel with his face and his deep black hair. the soft locks are spread on the pillow, your other hand goes to fix them. they don't fall on his eyes after you move your fingers.

"you are so pretty." you whisper. your lips feel like silk against his forehead. sirius rubs his nose to pillow, suddenly feeling bare in front of you.

"stop." he tells you, meaning he wants you to keep going.

sometimes he's having fun with the compliments he gets, he's confident as hell, but the minutes he spends under the covers with you feel different. he's all soaked up in a type of love he doesn't know how to handle.

"that's true." you smile. "you are so beautiful. you're like a piece of art, sometimes i get jealous over other people who get to admire you beside me."

"oh my god, please." he's definitely hiding now. he's so sleepy. "how can you- you are the pretty one here, in case you don't notice."

you lean in to kiss his cheek. your lips leave a faint sound behind. sirius tilts his head back to let you reach him better, you kiss his other cheek. every tiny spot on his face begs to be kissed. he pouts softly, you press your lips to his frown.

his arm finds your waist. "let me sleep, you evil." he begs. "you're playing with my heart rhytm."

"oh, no." you play along.

you continue your kisses on his neck. sirius doesn't know how to calm his body. he has to surrender when you kiss the spot below his ear. you offer him a lovesick smile, and he can feel the shape of your curled lips on his skin.

[aryxchse]

the hot lifeguard. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : no one's requesting for my husband so i simp for him on my own (and with my girl annabeth chase ofc)

warnings ; cursing, you being a simp (totally not inspired from me), him being a simp, maybe nsfw mentions idk just horny teens, hot percy jackson, my baby annabeth because she's too cute for you to handle, ALSO LONG ASS FIC WTF, well you know me, i'm a sucker for daughter of hera trope

having a crush on percy jackson was normal in the campers.

he was hot, powerful, funny, sarcastic, kind, loyal, and believe me, the list goes on.

so when he started working as a lifeguard in the camp, suddenly everyone was in the water. he, the little shit he is, surfed once in a while too, to give a little show to the girls and boys. he was the aphrodite cabin's precious, which piper was disgusted. but he was proud.

today was another day for the camp to be at lake, swimming. annabeth dragged you out from the peaceful hera cabin, saying that you should at least get in the water to survive this hot weather. even though you wanted to stay inside, she was right, like always. the weather was hot and you started to get embarresed from the amount of times you asked jason to create a wind for you.

now you were going to use percy's element to cool down, which is, your secret crush.

"having a crush on percy isn't bad as you think." annabeth said quietly, carrying her and your beach bags. you, who was carrying the snacks and your surfboard, sighed. "oh yeah? i'm literally in a fucking cult annabeth. the 'i-have-a-crush-on-percy-too' cult. and believe me, there's so many of us."

annabeth laughed at you and found a good spot while you were rambling. she put the bags down on the sand and pulled out a blue picnic blanket to claim the area.

"i know the cult, i was a member of it when i was like, 12." she joked, now putting the bags on top of the blanket to keep it in place. "then i left, realising i wasn't really in the cult."

you smirked at her as you took off your big camp shirt, laying on the blanket with your matched blue bikini. "see? you should know what i feel."

annabeth shrugged, taking off her own camp shirt, leaving herself with her yellow swimsuit. "not really." she said. "besides, there's no one like you in the cult. you're quite famous yourself."

you raised an eyebrow at her, taking a lemonade from the little fridge standed beside you. "how so, blondie?" you asked, taking a sip.

"well, you're the only daughter of the famous hera, and literally the definition of good. everyone knows and loves you, you're always helping people. the little kids call you mom sometimes for gods' sake." she explained, and you chuckled.

"what's that have to do with percy?" you asked as you grabbed a diet coke from the fridge. annabeth groaned, taking the diet coke from your hand. "what i'm trying to say is, you probably have his attention already. you're as famous as him and you're literally gorgeous."

you 'awww'ed at annabeth which she gagged playfully. you left a kiss to her cheek. "thanks annie, but i'm only successful at being little boys first love. not getting the famous percy jackson's attention."

annabeth groaned louder, laying on her back. "man, people talk about the skinny white boy like he's some god." she said. "when he was twelve, he was basically a loser."

you laughed at her and stood up, taking your surfboard. "how nice of you to talk about him like that." you joked, and annabeth made thumbs up to you. "anyways babe, i'll surf a little. there's a lotta good waves goin' on right now."

annabeth looked at the ocean and sighed. "you sure? it looks dangerous today." she said, and you only giggled at her worries. "oh please, you know i'm good at surfing as much as percy."

"yeah, sure. don't let piper hear that'." annabeth yelled after you as you walked away. you waved at her without turning back.

you looked around a bit. the apollo kids was blasting music in the food corner, which was now full of demigods. dionysus kids was making cocktails without the alcohol, because their dad's were watching them. chiron was just chilling next to mr d, a sunglass on his face, and the aphrodite kids was playing beach volleyball with the demeter kids.

then you looked at the right. oh, there he was.

percy jackson, sitted on the guard chair -you really didn't know what it's called- with that tan and muscular body of his. he had a sunglass on his face and an ice cream stick in his mouth. he lazily swinged his feet once in a while, and the blue shorts of his were looking so damn good on him. the red whistle hanged around on his bare chest, not that he touched it often.

you stopped staring when a girl accidently bumped you, apologising right after it. you smiled and said it was nothing, internally thanking the girl for making you turn back to life again. you were damn sure annabeth was making fun of you.

little thing you didn't know that percy, was observing you in that blue bikini, behind his sunglasses. what do you think was the reason of him wearing them? to be cool? nah, he doesn't even need those to be cool. he's just watching you secretly. you, didn't had any idea you were making an eye contact with him until that girl bumped to you.

he watched you dive in the water like you were poseidon's champion or something, getting on that white surfboard of yours like a damn model. percy felt like he was drooling at the sight, which he probably was.

he was snapped out of his gaze with mr d yelling at him. man, you were just about to bend over and stand up on that board.

"yes, mr d?" he said lazily, rolling his eyes behind the sunglasses.

"this little shit needs to find the bathroom, go show him." mr d pointed some little boy who was holding his shorts like his life depended on it. percy jumped down from his seat like it wasn't 2 feet tall, and smiled at the boy.

"don't mind him, he's an old man who's angry he can't drink." he said to the boy, ruffling his hair. the boy only nodded. "i don't really care anyway, i just need to pee."

percy chuckled as he picked the little boy in his arms, already taking him to the bathroom. "i'll carry you little fella. just be careful not to pee on me."

"i won't, thank you percy." the little boy said. percy wasn't suprised that he knew his name. "no problem. what's your name kid?"

"peter." he said. percy chuckled again. "yeah? mr d used to call me peter. he still does sometimes."

the little boy laughed as percy entered the bathroom. "really? so that's why he calls me percy sometimes." he said, forgetting he had to pee. percy smiled. "probably. go and let go all your pee boy, i'll be back on busin-"

he couldn't finish his sentence when annabeth rushed to the boys bathroom. "percy!" she yelled.

percy turned around to look at annabeth and smiled. "hey 'beth, nice to see you. not a really good spot for meeting don't ya thi-"

"there's no time for joking seaweed brain! she's fucking drowning!" she yelled at him. percy immediatly took of his glasses as they already start running towards the ocean.

"who?" he asked.

"y/n! you know her right?" annabeth said breathlessly.

of course he did, he fucking adored her. percy's worry only growed when he saw how big those waves were. the demigod's were already in panic as they looked at the sea. chiron called percy and said that the daughter of hera needed to be saved immediatly. percy didn't even stopped to listen to chiron as he dive into the water.

you thought you could handle it, or at least swim up and sit on your board. but no, poseidon was definetly in a bad mood, and he was taking his anger out from you, probably.

as you lost your balance and fell into the water, you didn't panicked and started swimming as usual. but big and strong waves hit you back and forth, until you were tired, swallowed too many water and fainted.

when you opened your eyes, you thought you were in elysium. or it was just some another version of the little mermaid.

percy smiled at you as you opened your eyes, his big hands cupping your face. he was panting, not because he was tired from all the swimming, no. he was panting because he fight with the thought of losing you for the past five minutes as he worked on getting out the water you swallowed.

"there you are, breath honey. can you do that?" he asked, and you caughed a bit. you nodded softly as he lifted you until you sat up, his strong arms still supporting your back.

you looked around, there was only the two of you, the crowd was long gone. you looked at percy again as your hand find it's way to your forehead. "what happened?" you asked.

"nothin' to worry about angel, just some big waves." he explained, caressing your back softly. you let your body rest on his chest, sighing as you remembered what happened.

"didn't thought the waves would get this crazy." you said, voice still hoarse as you caughed again. percy nodded as he patted your back. "me either."

after a minute of silence, percy finally speaked up again. "i... i'm sorry i was late, i took this little kid called peter to the bathroom because mr d asked me to, i swear i'd help you quicker if i didn-"

"percy, hey, it's okay." you shushed him, your hand caressing his arm. "you already saved my life."

percy nodded again. "yeah i know, i know. but i just," he sighed. "i don't know what i'd do if i lost you before i even asked you out."

you giggled to his chest. "yeah? you were gonna ask me out? when?" he smiled into your hair.

"today. been watching you for sometime now."

"creep." you joked.

"observing beauty, i'd say." he said, smirking.

you sat straight and looked deep into his eyes, which now matched with the color of the sea.

"i'd love to grab some lemonade with you, as a way of thanking you i guess." you said as you smirked back at him. percy chuckled as his hand caressed your cheek.

"who am i to refuse a sweet thank you, right?"

[cottonlemonade]

hiii i’d like a medium fruit punch lemonade with pomegranate seeds for osamu <3

Mystery Flavor

word count: 779 | avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Osamu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with a bit of spice

warnings: mdni

request: fluffy-spicy, midnight hang out with pining friend Osamu

“Haaaa, this is just what I needed.“, you sighed and stretched. Your shoes made a faint splat sound on the still wet asphalt as you and Osamu headed down the street.

The red and green stripes of the convenience store shone friendly up ahead in the night.

“So what did you do that didn’t work?” As much as Osamu hated you dating other men, the growing number of failed first dates did help him learn what you were looking for in a relationship.

“Oh who knows.”, you breathed out, “Maybe it was because he was glued to his phone the whole time or that he didn’t seem interested in any kind of conversation topic I came up with.”

“In his defense, ya do talk about pretty weird stuff sometimes.”, he said, doing a little jump over a shallow puddle - you wanted to copy him, but didn’t quite stick the landing as elegantly and he had to catch you. Osamu met your eyes and was about to say something when you continued walking with the implicitness of a girl entirely oblivious to her best friend's true feelings.

“Thanks. Where was I?”

“Yer lacking conversational skills.”

“Hey now!”, you protested and playfully poked his shoulder, “You loooove my hypotheticals.”

“Yeah yeah…”, he muttered. His hand was still tingly from touching the free skin between your washed out crop top and sweatshorts. He felt like a creep for wishing he could have squeezed your pillowy waist.

“Anyways, he was also just kind of rude and… looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.”

“Remind me to never introduce ya to Suna.”, Osamu chuckled.

“Is he the hot guy on your old school team?”

“No, that was me.” He was kind of offended at how hard you laughed about that.

When the doors of the convenience store opened with a soft whirring noise he swerved to the chip aisle with you right behind him. Once two bags were chucked into the little basket in his hands, you went on to the ramen section and much to Osamu’s dismay you were still talking about Suna.

“I bet, at the very least, he would’ve kissed me goodnight.”

“So even if the date is a bust ya would wanna make out with the guy?”, he asked, turning up the judging tone of disgust in his voice that for some reason went completely unnoticed by you as you continued.

“Well, no. But I want him to want to, you know?”

Osamu raised his brow, then walked over to the drink section and looked through the display for your favorite.

“Oh hey, this looks fun. Wanna give it a try?”, you asked next to him and pointed at a wall of identical to-go cups in a fridge. A promotion of the store offered a mystery flavored iced tea for a lot less money than your usual and you were nothing if not a sucker for a good bargain.

Grabbing your favorite drink anyway, Osamu joined you and chose a cup near the top, while you opted for one near the bottom.

After paying you came to a halt in front of the shop, too impatient to see what kind of flavor you got. You both pushed the straws into your cups, toasted and took the first sip.

“Peach and lemongrass.”, Osamu said almost immediately, “Yers?”

“Hm… not sure.”, you said, taking another thoughtful sip, “Maybe passionfruit? Or… hm… mango? And something else. I’m not sure. You wanna try?”

Osamu considered the straw you offered to him for a moment. Without thinking he reached past the cup. Closing the gap between you, he gently held your chin with thumb and index and leaned down to brush his lips against yours. You gasped in surprise and after a first experimental push, he got bolder and swiped his tongue into your mouth. The flavor of the ice tea was refreshing and exotic, mixing with his own. His head began to spin and he wrapped his arm around you to stay grounded as he continued to kiss you. Your soft tummy pressed against him. He was about to lose his mind, heat rose in his cheeks and stomach. You tugged at his hair and his thoughts turned off like a power cut on a TV that was previously just static. You sighed into the kiss and leaned forward for more when he broke from you. Guiltily, you bit your plumped lips, your hand resting on his chest, panting slightly.

“Guava and mint.”, he determined and let you go. He walked a few steps homewards and when he didn’t hear you following, turned around. You were still standing there, frozen.

“Ya comin’ or what?”

a/n: thank you so much for the request! I love cozy late night scenarios - I hope you enjoyed! 🌟

[princessbrunette]

tattooartist!pope was pretty nonchalant at times. you could tell he wasn’t always this way, and occasionally he lets the hyperactive dork in him slip out — but he’d had his heart played with too many times, so decided he was going to be petty just like everyone else. now the two of you had a thing going and you just wanted him to show he cared. you wanted to know things were exclusive.

the two of you were on the couch when you decided to bring it up. you didn’t quite have a clear point to make, but clearly you felt comfortable enough to express a particular emotion.

“i can feel you staring at me, you know?” pope chuckles quietly, eyes not removed from his sketchbook as he draws out a few design ideas. in the low lighting of your apartment, the tattoos that cover his neck cluster into one.

“sorry.” you smile, but making no effort to look away.

“is something wrong?” he converses, and is happy to do so. he liked spending time with you after work, it’s why he was here after all.

“do you like— frequently tattoo other girls?”

you watch his pencil slow and he slides his eyes over to you. “i mean… yeah, of course?” he raises an eyebrow when you say nothing. “its kind of my job.”

“yeah, for sure but like — they probably get tattoos in like… super intimate places, right?” you’re looking at your nails now, already feeling dumb about the whole thing. you just couldn’t help it sometimes, couldn’t help feeding the jealousy beast that festered in the pit of your stomach.

“i mean work is work.” he shrugs, but continues to stare at you through the silence. “any reason you’re asking that?”

“no.”

“okay that’s bullshit.” he puts his sketchbook on his lap and turns to face you a little more. it takes about ten seconds, but you look back up at him — even having the audacity to try and look all casual. “so what are you like jealous or something?” pope is suddenly the one feeling vulnerable. scared, even. jealousy means serious. serious means he gets hurt in the end.

“no.” it comes out even quieter. “just forget it. i was curious—”

“—because we aren’t even really dating, you know that?” he croons, but it comes out a lot snippier than intended. you’re silenced instantly, staring ahead at the TV. you decide no answer is needed, bringing your knees to your chest as you pretend to be engrossed in the show infront of you. his lips part, chest heaving with guilt. why the fuck would he say that? “look, i mean… yet.” he shuffles up to you, “admittedly i have some baggage… but i do like you. i don’t… know why i had to say it like that.” he wraps an arm around you and you sulk, a sucker for it.

“i want to get a tattoo.” you pout. “one right between my tits. a bow or something.”

“no you don’t. you just want it because i’m the one doing it for you. you would literally regret it as soon as you step outside the store. i try and encourage my clients to make the right choice, and plus — you quite literally regret the tattoo i did for you on the inside of your lip where no one can see it.” you hear him smirking warmly, his thumb pulling down your puffy bottom lip in gesture to reveal the ink.

“how’d you know?” you mewl.

“i’ve been in this for a while. i just know.”

you turn and look at him now, and he smiles at you — not that cold, withdrawn version of him that rears its ugly head at times— the warm, kind of dorky version. the one you like.

“sorry for being crazy.”

“hey, stay crazy. the majority of geniuses on this planet are a little crazy.”

[forlorn-crows]

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 18: 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈

pairing(s): rain/aeon words: 1,447

notes: T4T, aka, tentacle for tentacle. transmasc rain and transmasc aeon. aeon's tentacle is in place of a cock, rain has a cock and a tentacle. folds/cunt for both.

“It’s so cute, bug,” Rain coos. “Can I watch you play with it a little?”

Rain smiles lazily at Aeon, tilting his head to the side as he looks at the little appendage between his legs. To call it a tentacle is, perhaps, generous, as short and stubby as it is. Not much longer than a thumb. But it is a tentacle—naturally slick and shiny, it usually sits nestled between Aeon’s folds much like how Rain’s cock sits when it isn’t hard. Just a slight bump resting over his sex, not too much more. 

The more aroused Aeon gets, though, the plumper it gets. Getting harder and harder until it springs up towards his belly and the suckers are revealed along the curved underside, along with the tiny slit at its base from which it secretes its slick. 

That’s how Rain sees it now, twitching slightly at his appraising words. Like a little inchworm, it scrunches up and extends back out, demanding attention. Aeon’s quick to give in to it, and Rain’s encouragement, dragging a hand down his torso until his fingers frame the length. He dips the pad of his index finger into the line of slick seeping from the underside and gasps when he spreads it along the underside. 

“Ugh, it’s,” he gasps again, gripping the tentacle with two fingers, “it’s really sensitive.”

Rain hums, reaching down to press at his own slit. “Looks like it,” he agrees. “And bossy.”

Aeon snorts at the comment but doesn’t deny its validity. Instead, he shuffles his legs—one tucked underneath Rain’s and the other draped over his opposite—so that their sexes sit close enough for the other to touch. If they wanted. But Aeon keeps his hand firmly on his own tentacle-slash-cock, stroking along the suckers. The little thing twitches and thickens, flushed an almost imperceptible purple underneath its dark dark gray. Aeon’s cunt is the same, dusky folds that swell with his uninhibited, growing arousal.

“Does it like to tease you?” Rain asks, hooking two fingers underneath the bump of his own emerging tentacle. “Wriggle around until you give it attention?”

“Mn. Sometimes.” He flicks his finger down off the tip, and Rain watches it spring back up. Arched and already aching, from the looks of it. “It likes to—” Aeon presses it back between his lips and makes it wiggle back and forth. His leg twitches under Rain’s. “Likes to do that.”

“Ever wake up to it? Getting you off?”

Aeon flushes, coughing out an unconvincing laugh. “Uh. Once or twice.” He gives it a squeeze. 

Rain smiles. “Minds of their own, sometimes.” His own tentacle throbs under his fingers. “Belial, it’s even better than a wet dream, though.” 

Aeon whines in the back of his throat, eyes falling to where Rain’s fingers disappear between his folds. “Wanna see yours, too,” he breathes. 

“Almost there,” Rain sighs. “Got to . . . there, yeah.” The water ghoul tosses his head back as he crooks his fingers further, releasing a line of slick onto the bed. With the release of fluid, the tip of his own tentacle emerges. Curious, she. Snaking into the palm of his hand and seeming to yawn and stretch. 

“Oh,” Aeon says dumbly. “Pretty.” 

Rain sighs and cups her. Lets her ease her way out until her fat base snuggles into his palm. He watches the quint ghoul’s eyes go wide, clearly in awe of her size. Easily four times that of his own. Rain groans as she curls over his hand, placing little kisses of suction over his fingers, his knuckles. 

“Got someone new to show you,” he says softly, twirling around the end. “You want to play with Aeon, little one?”

“So big,” Aeon mutters. Idly, he squeezes at the base of his tentacle, watching as Rain’s gets closer. Worming through the (lack of) space between them to reach out tentatively. She pauses curiously, stopping short. Aeon’s fingers blocking her path. 

Rain brushes his hand away gently. “There you go. Let her touch.”

The quint ghoul makes a strained noise, arm falling limp at his side. “Her?”

Rain nods with an affirmative mm-hm, but doesn’t elaborate. Instead, he leans back on to his hands and cants his hips further forward, nudging her the last few centimeters. Aeon’s tentacle jumps at her touch, going rigid and stock-still. At first, it makes no move to reciprocate the introduction; it’s tense as the tip of Rain’s tentacle pokes and prods at it. Agitated, almost. But there’s a slight tremor throughout the length of it that gives away its excitement. Visibly vibrating in anticipation as the other feels around. 

“Aw. Sweet,” Rain coos. “Poor thing doesn’t know what to do.”

That makes his face burn, flushing dark indigo. “I . . . it . . .” Aeon stumbles over his words, a rare thing. “She’s cold.” He tilts his pelvis as if willing his sex to do something other than freeze. “Never felt another one before,” he admits.

“No? Haven’t seen Dew’s little trick?” Aeon’s eyes go wide, brow furrowing and mouth dropping open. Rain laughs, not unkindly. “I’m just kidding,” he assures, rolling his hips as his tentacle briefly wraps herself around Aeon’s. “He doesn’t have one anymore. But if you like this, I have someone else I could introduce you to,” he says mischievously. 

The quint ghoul doesn’t have time to question who that is, because his tentacle decides in that moment to finally react, folding itself over her backside and latching on with its suckers.

“Fuck.” 

“That’s it,” Rain sighs. “Play nice, though, little one.” 

In true extension-of-Aeon fashion, it certainly does not ‘play nice’. It sucks hard at her skin, separating with a wet pop! Then it scrunches, burrowing its way to her suckered side and sliding along. Rain watches slick pour from the slit on the underside, sliding along his own tentacle then dripping onto the bed. 

“Eager, hm?” Rain lilts. 

“Yeah,” Aeon stupidly chokes out. “Feels good. Weird. Good but weird.” 

The wider part of Rain’s tentacle jumps, seemingly being bullied into movement by the other. Its motion is hardly sophisticated, settling for prodding—punching even—to get her where it wants. Aeon’s oblivious to his own body’s lack of manners, tossing his head back and groaning loudly.

But Rain’s tentacle? Well, she’s over it.

She unspools from around the little thing and recoils, almost regarding it with disdain, judgment. Distaste for the mistreatment of her form. It sits in front of her, still scrunching and pestering above Aeon’s folds, now shiny with slick from the slit under his tentacle. If his tentacle had eyes, Rain knows that’s exactly what she’d be looking at. It’s what he’s looking at. He knows she’s felt it, anyhow, because she directs her attention right towards Aeon’s entrance. Pointing her tip towards the place where Aeon’s twitching the second most. 

“Does . . . does she . . ?” Aeon pants, mourning the loss of her touch. He catches on milliseconds too late, cocking his head at the exact moment she plunges herself straight into his cunt. 

“Oh, good girl . . !”

“Fucking shit—”

Rain barks a disbelieving laugh, scooting until they’re as close as possible. “Just—shit, just let her,” he groans. Aeon’s tentacle nudges against the little swollen head of his dick and he yips.

“She’s—” Aeon grunts, hips twitching. “She’s big, Rain, oh fuck.” She’s big, sure, but she’s agile, swiftly curling tight into the deepest place she can get and filling it out as Rain groans about how perfect and warm his cunt is around her. “Oh my fuck.”

Both ghouls watch as Aeon’s tentacle flops around, searching for something to latch onto. To rub. To suck. It bumps against Rain’s dick again and he can’t help but shudder, arching into its touch as encouragement.

“Come on, little one, almost,” he urges. Aeon makes no move to help. Just stares at it dumbly as it licks at Rain like an animal taking a cautious taste of foreign food. Watching with his neck limp and mouth hanging open, soft moans falling out of it. 

“This is . . . this . . .” Aeon shakes his head and blinks hard. Visibly attempting a factory reset on his brain. 

Rain reaches down and helps his little appendage out, stretching it out to cover the length of his cock and massaging it until it suctions on. And when it does, their resulting moans vibrate all the way down to their tangled legs and tangled cocks. 

“Rain, I—” The water ghoul’s tentacle undulates inside, cutting off his speech with a strangled moan. “Do . . . do we just—”

“Let them,” Rain keens. He presses back on to his hands and lets his head dangle back, rolling his hips with a low, luxurious groan. Wetness squelches between them. “Let ‘em play, bug.”

[dy6nsty]

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I’m a sucker for tall readers so here you guys go!

Nameless Ghouls & Nameless Ghoulettes x TALL! Ghoul! reader

Relationship— Romantic

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Alpha

Amused by the your height. But when it came to you using him as a resting spot he had the most judging look.

Allows you to do that in more private areas but will slap your hand, shoulder, arm, or chin off of his head if you’re doing that in public.

If you tower over him when he’s talking to other people he’s subtly smirking to myself. He likes it.

Play arguing when he suddenly sees you staring down at him he looses his ability speak for a moment.

He’s a decent 5’11 — 6’0, so being taller than him is just what makes him stare at you. You’re 6’3-6’5+? Dudes not looking for a second, he’s entranced for a decade. Full on '😨' emoji.

If something taller that he can’t reach he doesn’t bother to get anything to get it down, just asks for you to grab it for him. And if you can’t he’ll start teasing you for the hell of it.

Enjoys the fact you can wrap around him completely. Just nice that he’s in his own blanket except it’s you.

Had you drape over him and after a few minutes started patting your back because he couldn’t breathe anymore.

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Omega

Likes it. Just likes to look you up and down before holding a thumbs up and a smug smile.

When he’s standing behind you he’ll stand on his tippy toes for second to see how much taller you honestly are.

If you’re the tallest in the band he just silent cheers to himself. Genuinely shows off your height to other people.

Likes to see you try on his clothes or accessories. Also likes to try on your clothes and accessories.

Stands next to you on purpose so people can see yours and his height differences.

Pulls you down to give you kisses, or if he’s standing on something. Once jumped up to give you a kiss and banged his head into yours.

Wondered what your diet was or is because… DAMN what did they feed you to get you to that height?!

Prefers to lay on you instead, you’re like a long pillow to him.

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Ifrit

Smiley ass Ghoul! Saw you and was like “Hell yeah!” New member that just happens to horrendously tall!

I’ve just seen him twirling so I think he’d enjoy you twirling him around non stop. Walks over to you so you can spin him around because it’s fun.

Likes to get piggy back rides or hugging you like a koala so he’s lifted off of the ground.

Often times clings onto you in crowds or in any case of scenario he finds himself lost. You’re basically this guys beacon sometimes.

Almost tackled you down with a surprise hug. Took you by surprise and almost went timber with him.

Laughs whenever you hit your head on a doorway as if he hasn’t had the same problem before.

Stomps his way over while playing his guitar, actively trying to kiss you on stage. At this point Terzo can’t catch a break. “Oh they’re cooperating! Never mind they���re kissing again.”

If he can’t kiss ur face he’ll kiss your knuckles/hand, or he’ll just bite your arm out of boredom if he can’t reach ur shoulder.

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Zephyr

‘😨’ x2.

Honestly wouldn’t mind being carried around by you, it seems fun to him. Piggy back, bridal style, on your shoulders, sounds amazing.

Enjoys cuddling, especially spooning and where he gets lay in between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist.

Likes it how you tower over him from behind or when you’re in front of him. It’s just a oddly satisfying feeling. Especially if you’re holding his hand it’s comforting.

Watches you stick out on stage with your height. Finds it easy for him to find you that way.

Sometimes you scare the shit out of him when you appear out of no where. Jumped out of his seat once because of that.

Likes to have you as blanket as well. You’re just perfect to him. Probably uses you as a pillow sometimes to.

Compares shoe sizes and hand sizes subtly so you don’t notice and mumbled a small “Damn.”

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Sodo/Dewdrop

At this point he thought Satan had something against him. There’s mountain but now there’s also you. (If you’re taller than mountain he’s throwing hands with the air.)

Has you crouch down sometimes so he can rest his head or arms on the top of your head like you do to him.

He’s not complaining when it comes to spooning or cuddling. With you wrapped around him he’s an automatic heater, at the max percentage. No seriously he’ll probably give you a heat stroke.

Flails around whenever you pick him up. He just doesn’t expect it when you hold him up like a toddler.

Uses you to grab other things. Asked you to help and it ended with him standing on your back.

Back to the towering of thing. He enjoys it because it makes him feel that he has some sort of guard dog with him. But he also doesn’t enjoy it because now you look like a damn titan next to him.

Has you walk around the ministry with him because he’s honestly hoping you hit your head on a doorway so he can laugh. (He loves you tho!)

Does enjoy being held by you when he’s trying to sleep. Very nice feeling.

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Aether

Sometimes hides behind you after messing with Sodo (again, always.) So you’re some sort of barrier while they go back and forth.

You wear his clothes. It’d be rare for him to wear your clothes, hes tossed shirts in your room because he likes to see you in his stuff.

Honestly chill with you being super tall. To him it has its perks and they’re all good.

Might confuse you and mountain depending on the height different between you and mountain.

Shows you off to everyone. Standing next to you 24/7, super proud of himself.

Compares your height with everything around him. Furniture, people, buildings, items, pillows, etc.

Enjoys where you’re both hugging each other. Your head on top of his with his head against your chest.

Hugs you from your waist always. Honestly dudes proud to have a tall mate.

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Phantom

Was so curious about you. Your height, the way you were so easy to see in crowds, drew him right to you.

Stands on his tippy toes or platforms to try and reach your height. If he can’t he’ll have you come down to his height.

Still enjoys kissing/biting your neck or shoulders. Somewhat of a secret spot since no one can really see there.

Tries picking you up even though you can probably pick him up easily. Not that he’s complaining to be carried around to wherever he wants like a prince.

Makes fun of your heights but procedes to talk about on how he loves. “How’s the weather up there?” It’s so old but so funny to him.

If you rest your shoulder/arm or chin on the top of his head he’ll do the same later. Except over doing it.

Pulls you down by your collar so he can kiss you properly. Gets cocky while doing it.

You take turns with who’s the little or big spoon, all depending on whatever the both of you feel like or is most comfortable.

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Mountain

Was quite happy to have another somebody his size in the Band. Was a little stunned when he first met you.

Although it’s nice so he doesn’t have to snap his neck to look down or kiss you.

Still picks you up to kiss you as if you guys have a huge height difference. Even if you’re taller than him he picks you up.

Now there’s two massive Ghouls walking around! Uses both of ur heights to an advantage to hide things like trinkets or snacks where other Ghouls / Ghoulettes can’t reach.

Enjoys curling up with you, where you both get into a spot of cuddling around each other with arms around one another.

Giddy about having a tall boyfriend. Stands next to you so he doesn’t have to tower over anyone else or stretch his arms down to far.

An actual unstoppable duo in monkey in the middle.

Uses you as a arm/headrest which you both take part in that scheme. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you rest your arm on his shoulder.

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Rain

Couldn’t be bothered about it. He likes the height difference.

Enjoys sitting in your lap or laying down in your arms while he talks with you or completes some stuff.

You and him go back and forth playfully with teasing each other about yours and his heights.

When you tower over him? Loves that shit, leans towards you subconsciously. Pressing his back against your chest.

Likes wearing your clothes but if he sees you in his clothes he just giggles to himself out of pure happiness. Matching clothing sets maybe , but it’s either to small for you or to big on him.

Will try to get things down on his own but if he literally cannot get something down he calls you over.

If you rest your arm on his head he’ll just stare up at you and try to mimic you.

Likes to lay his head down on your chest, complete draping his body over you like a blanket as he clings onto you.

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Swiss

Let out an audible gasp when he saw you. Teasing your non stop about being tall. Nicknames, jokes, anything and EVERYTHING.

Your height does not stop him from running across the stage to come over and try to bite your shoulder.

Jumps onto you for a hug. Comes running at you full speed with his arms completely open.

Skips around with you following around since you look like you could rock somebody in an instant.

Uses you like a blanket. Laying down? Not anymore because he’s sliding underneath you despite the fact he’ll be suffocated. But that’s okay to him!

Dirty jokes left and right. UP AND DOWN EVEN. “You’re pretty long, right?” Asked that with a dumbass look on his face.

Admires your hand and fingers. Moves them around until you notice the motions are the opposite of family friendly. Family making is a better phrase.

Makes stupid jokes like: “Why go to France when we have the Eiffel tower right here?” or “Who made you? Two damn trees from the forest? Or maybe even three I don’t know what trees enjoy.”

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Cumulus

HEART EYESSS. “So this is love….” Giggling and kicking her feet when she remembers you are so tall.

Kisses your hands, knuckles, arms, thighs, or anywhere she can grasp / reach!

But if you wanna lift her up so you can kiss her she’s giving you one passionate smooch. Pucker up buttercup. (I’ve been waiting so that for so long.)

Likes to switch masks with you every so often! But makes sure to leave lipstick stains before giving it back <3

Likes it when you come up to her platform. (That is if you can.) If not she’ll blow air kisses and small waves!

Pick her up and give her that princess treatment! Or even better: Queen treatment. (I love cumulus guys.)

Honestly wonders what you see up there compared to her world view. Like? The hell do you see, do you see in 0.5 vision?

Grabs onto your tail or arm to have you guide her around crowded areas / halls. Also enjoys to be the little spoon with you.

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Cirrus

She’s actually coming for your ass. (LITERALLY.) You’re gonna want eyes on the back of your head.

Clings on to you. Hug her from behind, front, side ways, either way she’ll cling onto you with a happy ass smile.

Piggy back rides will by far be her favorite.

Being around you gives her a confidence boost. Strolling around both you right by her side.

Pro at stealing and wearing ur clothes. Casually strolls around with something of urs on. Shirt, sweatshirt, hoodie, tanktop, sock, boxers, quite literally anything.

You leaning on a doorway? GOOD LORDDDDDD. She’s staring up at you with some outrageous thoughts goin’ through her mind.

Wanted you to dress up as a christmas tree for christmas holiday times. If you didn’t do that she did give you a tree headband.

Doesn’t really care on how you cuddle, all she cares is that she gets to hug you and you hug her.

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Sunshine

Not up for discussion she sees you and she’s tackling you unless you manage to catch her in your arms.

Likes to sit in your lap or on your while ranting about her day or any details that happened anywhere shes gone.

Casually says some of the most dirtiest jokes around you. Wide vocabulary to words that describe ur body.

Wears your closet whenever and wherever she can. Your clothes are genuinely comfy man. Rocking the duo of a top of yours + some boxers.

Likes kissing some of your stuff with lipstick, especially you^^

Laughed so hard when you hit your head pn a ceiling fan. Had to think about what just happened while catching her breath.

Eventually just decided that spooning was a good cuddling position since her bed was to small for you, and no one wants their dogs poking out.

Absolutley loving forehead kisses. Aswell as standing on your shoes so she can give you a sweet kiss.

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Aurora

Adores hour height.

Likes the dynamic you have: One of the tallest in the band, and shes the shortest / one of the shortest in the band! (I forgot.)

Big on physical touch. Holding hands, having you lift her up so she can kiss and hug you, resting your head on the top of hers, subtle hand on her waist, tail wrapped around her, she’s living the dream for it.

Dance with her. Twirl her around, keep her close, lift her up, she loves to dance with you ^^

Not ashamed to say she likes when you’re completely huddled around her like a protective blanket. She is in love it.

Gets flustered whenever you lean / tower over you. Awkwardly staring back up at you with widest of eyes.

Likes to have you carry her around while you walk around area to area. Pretends to sleep sometimes so you’ll carry her back to bed.

Whether you wear her marks or its the other way around she feels automatically prideful.

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Mist

Stares at you but is not willing enough to crane her neck every single time she wants to look at you. “Bend over.” Doest realize how that sounds.

Tends to lower you down to her height so she can talk to your or give you a small kiss.

Whenever she feels you behind her, whether you’re looking over her or at her she’ll look up at you with a confused look.

Loosing self respect if you lean on anything and look down at her. Now she means BEND OVER.

Calls you legs or lurch. If you rest your elbow on her head or shoulder she’s immediately throwing it out there. “Alright legs, we got many surfaces but I am not one them.”

Lowkey chill about it though. She almost gets a portable elevator for whenever she needs something.

The third musketeer who likes you as a pillow. It’s just comfortable that she can come back and lay her head down on you.

Likes when you wrap your arms and tail around her, laying your head on her chest. From your height and size she feels safe.

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how long did this take me exactly? good question.

[babybatscreationsv2]

Say It

Marvel | Starker

Sometimes Peter needs a safe space to process his feelings about his body. Tony just enjoys watching him squirm.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings and tags below

This is a cnc misgendering role play in which trans guy Peter is consensually misgendered by Tony with prior consent and communication.

If you're uncomfortable with feminine or female language being applied to trans men for any reason, this is not a fic for you.

Otherwise, this is a safe space. All trans people are valid. Trans men are not women.

Warnings/tags: misgendering kink, trans!Peter, feminine words for male body parts, CNC, degradation, age kink, light misogyny, breeding kink

"I love these tits," Tony purred. His hands squeezed the tissue of Peter's chest. His thumbs teased his nipples.

Peter whimpered in answer. Then he found his voice beneath the anxiety. "They're not tits..."

"Oh yeah?" Tony smirked. He wrapped his lips around one nipple and sucked. He dragged his teeth over it, nipping and sucking while Peter squirmed in pain and pleasure. When he drew his head back, he let his lips pop against it.

"Feels like tits to me. We could get you some nice implants. I think you'd look good with DDs. Then you can tell me how they're not tits."

Peter shuddered. "They're not..."

"And what's this down here?" Tony's hand slipped between his legs.

"My dick," Peter said. He tried to sound firm, but he was shaking too much.

Tony laughed. "Must be tiny. Feels like a pussy to me."

Peter moaned. He squeezed his thighs together and turned his head away. Tony just took advantage of his bared neck, sucking on his tender skin.

"Tony," Peter whined.

"Yes, princess?"

"Stop it," Peter pouted.

"What are you complaining about?" Tony rubbed his crotch through his underwear. "Your panties are getting all wet. You love it when I suck on your tits don't you?"

Peter whined and Tony smirked. He tucked his leg in between Peter's and forced them apart so he could give him a small smack there. He gasped, looking at Tony with wide eyes.

"That's a good girl."

"I'm not a girl."

"Don't be silly, baby. How could anyone with such a pretty pussy not be a girl?" He slipped his fingers into Peter's underwear, coating them in his wetness. He brought them up between their faces.

"Look at that. Boys don't make messes like that. That's pussy juice." He pushed his fingers into Peter's mouth without resistance. Peter sucked them clean while Tony watched, grinning down at him. "Good girl."

Peter couldn't speak around the fingers in his mouth. It was only more humiliating that he couldn't even argue. He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked harder.

"That's my girl. Good little cock sucker, just like I taught you. All your wet little holes need cock in them don't they?" Tony smirked. "You're rubbing your pussy against my thigh, you know. I can feel how soaked you are."

Tony palmed his chest again. "You can dress however you want, but you know you're just a little girl aren't you? You want your pussy stretched out on my cock, don't you?"

Peter moaned. Tony pulled his fingers from his mouth and grabbed hold of his hair. "Say it."

"Fuck you," Peter spat, but the venom wasn't there.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your pussy or I'll jack off on your tits and leave you wet."

Peter whined. "It's not-"

Tony slapped him. "Don't lie to me, baby girl." He reached down between Peter's legs where he was wet and pushed his panties aside before pushing a finger into him. "This is a fucking pussy. Because you're a girl. I know little girls get confused, that's why you need an older man to explain it to you, huh?"

Peter nodded his head, biting down on his lip.

"So tell me what you want then."

"Please..." he squeezed his eyes shut. "Please fuck my pussy."

"I'm sorry?"

"Please fuck my pussy!" he said quickly.

"Good girl." Tony rubbed his clit, his finger stroking inside him. "I'm gonna fill up this little pussy aren't I? Just like it's made for."

He took his cock in his hand and slapped it between Peter's legs. "See, sweetheart. That's what a cock looks like. Touch it."

Peter took Tony's cock in his hand, stroking it lightly. "It's so much bigger than your little clit isn't it?"

"It's a cock," Peter argued.

"Sure, baby," Tony said with condescension. "I know anatomy is really hard."

"Fuck you," Peter said again.

"Do you want this cock in you?"

"Yes, please."

"Play with your tits then."

"No, fuck you. I don't have tits!"

Tony stroked his cock in his fist. He hovered just over him, the warmth of his body against Peter's. "Go on, sweetheart. I love watching a girl play with her titties. Convince me to fuck you."

Peter whined and turned his head away. Hesitantly, he brought his hands up to his chest. He gasped at his own touch against his nipples.

"See it feels good doesn't it, baby? You gotta touch those tits more. They're so pretty. You look so pretty touching yourself for me."

"They're not-" Peter's words were caught in a primal moan. Tony slowly pushed his cock inside. In the hole they both ignored more often than not, then came moments like this, when Peter wanted to be misgendered, and it was like the first time all over again but better. He was so tight and so tense. Tony didn't say a word as the boy ran his thumbs over his nipples in an effort to pleasure himself into relaxing, to let him in.

Peter reached for Tony as his cock filled him up. He pulled him down and Tony kissed him while Peter squeezed around him. Should have grabbed himself a cock ring.

"You okay?" Tony asked as he settled.

Peter nodded. "Please keep going."

Tony grinned. "Good girl."

Peter moaned. "Fuck me, please."

"I told you, you were just confused. You just needed a nice big cock in your little pussy." He moved his hips, grateful for just how soaked Peter was because he hardly had it in him to go slow. It felt so good. He held his hips, fucking him deep, bumping against his cervix to little whimpers of pain and pleasure.

"Please please," Peter begged mindlessly. His legs wrapped around him. His hands held on to back of his neck.

"That's my good girl, gonna fucking breed you."

Peter moaned, pulling him like he could get him deeper. Tony gave him what he needed, fucking him with quick deep thrusts, feeling his hole squeeze the whole length of his cock. He leaned into, letting his weight press Peter into the bed.

"Gonna bruise your fucking insides so you know what this fucking hole is for. What this pussy is for."

"It's a pussy," Peter agreed. "A pussy for your cock. Breed me please. Knock me up."

"Yeah," Tony moaned. He groped Peter's chest, kneading and squeezing him. "Gonna knock my girl up. Watch your tits swell."

"Oh my god, Tony, please. I need to cum."

"I know I can fucking feel it," Tony panted. He was right there, practically bursting. "Your pussy's milking my dick, practically begging for it."

Peter whimpered.

"Go ahead, baby. Show me how a girl cums."

Peter gasped. His nails dug into Tony's back. His eyes squeezed shut and mouth fell open, silent at first then moaning as his body shivered. His legs trembled against Tony's waist.

Tony came, pushing himself up against his cervix, pouring his cum straight into his womb and fucking him still as if it could fill him up again. He stopped only when his body forced him to. He looked at Peter, beautiful and red faced and panting. His hole was swollen and sore and gorgeous with his lacy boyshorts stretched to one side.

"We'll just fix these." Tony adjusted his underwear back into place. "Your pretty panties can help keep all my cum in your pussy. Make sure it takes."

Peter moaned. He was still shaking. His grip was weak as he tried to bring Tony to him for a kiss. Tony leaned in for him and gave him a soft kiss.

"You okay, Pete?"

He nodded his head. "Feels so good." His hand slipped down between his legs, rubbing the front of his soaked underwear.

Tony chuckled softly. "You'll have to give me a minute."

Peter smiled. "I'm too sore for..."

"That's okay."

"And I don't think I want... that again for a bit."

"That's okay, too." Tony ran his hand down Peter's thigh. He looked at where he was soaked, their cum mixed together making the most enticing mess.

"You want to eat me out so bad don't you?" Peter grinned.

"Fuck yeah. Can I please?"

Peter laughed. "Well, now I know how to get you begging."

Tony pulled him into his arms and gave him a sweet kiss. “Let’s have a break first, my handsome boy.”

Peter laughed again. “I’m okay, I promise. I trust you. And you’re gonna suck my dick to make it up to me.”

[pey-hey555]

Leon Kennedy Headcannon’s🤨

✨-Fluff

🥀-Angst

💋-Smut

✨

-He absolutely loves it when you sit on his lap or massage his shoulders, especially the back of his neck.

-He would never go out of his way to hurt you whatsoever, If he accidentally did then he would definitely apologize over and over and he wouldn’t forgive himself for a few days but when you tell him it’s okay, he will show his love to you.

-We all know for a fact this man is an absolute SUCKER for neck kisses and he will go out of his own way just to leave a peck on your neck.

-When it comes to spooning, he is mostly little spoon most of the times unless you want him to be big spoon.

-He will hold your hand whenever no matter what and when he holds your hand, he will always start a thumb war. (He always wins)

-He loves it when you put your legs over his when sitting down on a couch. Whenever that happens, he likes to rub your legs or squeeze your thighs.

-He’s an absolute good cook.

-Let’s you wear his jacket whenever your cold. (He loves it when you wear his clothes)

🥀

-He has nightmares almost every night because of his trauma from the disaster of Raccoon City.

-He became an alcoholic but stopped when he met you, Although he still drinks once in a while, He’ll stop himself if it’s get out of hand.

-Y’all…I’m tired of denying it but this man definitely suffers from PTSD. (Obviously)

-He wouldn’t tell you when he’s sad but you can still definitely notice because of the way he acts.

-Sometimes to clear his mind, he will just sit in front of the bedroom window and stare at the stars, rethinking his whole life.

-Even if he does end up getting mad or accidentally lashes out on you, he will quite literally isolate himself because of the guilt eating him up.

💋

-This man will literally devour you, like i mean DEVOUR. He will not stop until your legs are practically shaking.

-He absolutely loves fondling with your breasts, in or out of bed. Sometimes he’ll randomly just cup them while the two of you are cuddling, But in bed during sexy time…He will hold them 24/7.

-Loves to leave hickeys between your thighs as well, Actually, He loves to leave hickeys anywhere but between your thighs is his favourite place.

-He definitely puts his cuffs to good use. (wink wink)

-While he’s fucking you, He loves to praise you.

“Fuck, Your such a good girl”

“Yeah, your doing so good for me, Keep it up babe”

“Keep going, just like that…good girl”

-One of the things he loves doing most is finger fucking you just so he could look up and see your face and he loves to watch the way your body reacts.

-He def leaves kisses on your clit.

-He loves to be bottom sometimes as well, just to see you struggle while riding him or sometimes he just wants to be bottom in general.

-He most likely puts on music during sex sometimes.

-The aftercare yall. THE AFTERCARE. This man will literally run a warm bath for the both of you and he will wash your hair and scrub your body with soap slowly while you lay back on him. Also if he makes a mess on your stomach, He will grab a rag no matter what. Your sore? he’ll massage you. Your tired afterwards? He will cuddle you until you fall asleep in his embrace. You want something to eat? He will order or make food. He’s ALL about aftercare.

[itsclydebitches]

A new stupid Ted Lasso drabble? Oh worm? 👀

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

It was too early for this shit.

Roy turned to find Ted staring intently at his computer screen, with Twitter—no fucking wonder he was losing his mind at 7:00am— encroaching on the Richmond desktop. Across from him Beard licked his thumb and deftly flipped a page of The Secret Garden. Had they planned this?

“Yes,” Beard said, not bothering to look up. Ted let out an explosive breath and smiled, like Beard’s promise of worm devotion meant fuck all when they had actual shit to do. Keeley was still waiting on a statement. Rebecca had a small library for them to sign. Higgins— Roy shuddered—wanted to talk finances in half an hour.

Which meant that instead of prepping for any of that in any way, Ted’s gaze crept towards him.

“Fuck no,” Roy barked.

Ted pouted. No, no, if Phoebe couldn’t sway him with doe-eyes at the tender age of six then Ted Bloody Lasso wasn’t going to do it around a fucking mustache. Roy set his teeth against the sliver of an apology trying to force its way out. “You’re a worm,” he said, as if that explained it all. Because dammit, it did.

“What kind of worm?”

Head jerking, Roy schooled his look of betrayal at Trent taking this seriously. He had his glasses off and everything, tap-tap-taping against his mouth as he stared contemplatively up at the ceiling.

“Uhhh...” Ted consulted the digital hellfire, but apparently no answers were offered up. Figures. “I don’t know. Just a worm? Are there a lot of ‘em?”

“Oh yes. Well over twenty-thousand last I checked.”

Roy twitted involuntarily. Twenty-fucking-thousand? And how the hell did Trent know that? Was he the goddamn worm whisperer? Made sense, given what a spineless pest he was.

Not anymore a voice whispered, sounding suspiciously like Ted. Yeah. Fine. He’d changed or what-fucking-ever. Roy growled and resigned himself to a worm lecture as penance.

“Worms are as varied as any species,” Trent was saying, curdling Roy’s stomach with every word. He took his pen out, mindlessly twirling it as he gathered his thoughts. “Silkworms, tapeworms, the humble earthworm. They seem quite simple on the surface and yet they’re a vital part of our ecosystem. Forget the bees; remove the worm and you risk a near total collapse of our agriculture. Ah, and did you know that the leech is a worm? Certainly they’ve been invaluable to the medical community as a natural anticoagulant. Science will always advance, but sometimes all you need is a good old-fashioned blood sucker—”

“Stop,” Roy groaned, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Trent glanced over, one eyebrow raised.

“The point—sorry, my editor is always on my case for ‘overly verbose prose.’ As if she’s one to talk with those emails—the point is that if you were a worm, Ted, you would remain just as valuable a member of society as you are now. Of course we'd still love you. And why shouldn't you remain a part of our lives? I would determine your species and then set about finding a suitable environment for you. One that, hopefully, we would all be able to visit with frequency. However, if you’re a tube-worm I’m afraid you’re, well, shit out of luck, if I’m allowed to be crass. None of us are going anywhere near a hydrothermal vent and that’s even if I knew how to swim. Most land-living species would be doable though.” Trent bit his lower lip, considering. “If you were a worm I’d research everything I could about your nutrition, enrichment, life cycle. Given the magical nature of these events—I assume in this hypothetical you weren��t always a worm, yes?—I would take steps to ensure you were well looked after, should your life extend past mine. Luckily, Amelia already had a fondness for all things creepy and crawly, so I’m sure she’d be thrilled to receive you in the will. In the same vein, I’d use whatever contacts I still possess to connect with the leading researchers in Nematology and Helminthology, see if we couldn't find some way to communicate with you. I have no qualms about you being a worm, Ted, but I would miss our chats.” Trent smiled, a little wistfully, and then shook himself like a man coming out of a dream. “Why do you ask?”

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Roy said, thunking his head down on the keyboard. Whatever these two nerds had going on he needed to bottle it and sell the shit. He'd make a fortune.

Ted let out a strangled noise. “No reason,” he said, clearing his throat. “That’s a mighty kind offer of yours, Trent, and I do appreciate it. Yes, ma'am, I do. I suppose you could say I—”

“Don’t,” Roy growled.

“—wormed my way into your heart?”

And he was done. Nearly tripping himself in his haste to leave the office, Roy unfortunately still saw the high-five Beard gave Ted—complete with a “Booya!”—and the heart eyes Trent was sending his way, fierce as fucking laser beams. Honestly, they were disgusting, the lot of them.

Still, that question was going to haunt him now...

“Wonder if Keeley and Jamie would love me if I was a worm,” Roy muttered, ignoring the look Higgins cast him and the question of where he was off to with their meeting on the horizon. Fuck finances. Worms didn't care about finances.

Roy took a right towards the exit, towards KJPR, and hopefully an answer half as romantic as the dork's.

[peachsayshi]

Hi love! 🧡 Could i ask for some Choso with the prompt "finally kissing, after a long time of pining" pretty please? I struggled between a few choices but I'm always a sucker for some mutual pining

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs dni

⥽ notes: tension; yearning/needy choso; virgin!choso; established friendship; suggestive

the bed feels smaller with choso settling in, his well built frame easily taking up most of the space. you nervously snuggle underneath the cover, mindlessly smoothing out the sheet in front of you and keeping your eyes fixed on the ceiling to avoid gazing at your crush.

half-human, half curse; but wholeheartedly the most beautiful soul you've ever laid your eyes on.

it's the third night, your last one together, and with the mission coming to an end you'll be back home before you know it. however, it still doesn’t erase the tension that’s been simmering over the past forty eight hours, and when you accidentally brush your bare shoulder against choso’s, you feel it all spark once again.

"sorry," he states apologetically and making the heat rise up your neck, "I can sleep on the couch if it's better for you..."

"don't be ridiculous," you scold playfully despite your voice wavering, "I can barely fit on that thing, much less force you to sleep on it."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

his gentle tone grabs your attention and forces you to turn to him. his face is partially illuminated by warm light, a noticeable blush highlighting his cheeks which is framed by his black hair that falls freely down his neck.

your eyes dip to his exposed shoulders and upper chest, lingering on the prominent muscles. "I'm fine, I promise," you reply a little breathless and squeeze your thighs together.

he’s suggesting the alternative now,because the first night was spent with the two of you in this very same position, only choso was asking a lot of questions…

questions regarding human intimacies; about their needs, their lust, their hunger...

you can't help but be empathetic about his curiosity. after all, his mind is governed by two completely polarizing forces.

the conversation was innocent at first, but he made a bold declaration that sent shivers all over your body.

"I feel an ache whenever I'm around you," he confessed, "I can't explain it,"

"It's natural," you attempted to explain, keeping a neutral tone while brushing aside the way your cheeks stung. "sometimes I feel it too..."

"why does it happen?"

you can only shrug your shoulders, unable to fully define the laws of attraction to the man you longed for the most. he left you speechless with his admittance of yearning for you, and last night was stifling to the point where the both of you were completely on edge with each other.

the memory of that conversation now plagues your mind, and you can see it reflecting clearly within choso's dark eyes.

he's thinking about it too, recalling all the tidbits of information that you shared with him and carefully piecing it together.

“you seem a bit squished,” he states with concern, pinching his brows adorably as he shifts to lay on his side. the warmth of his palm finds your waist, and he carefully pulls you closer into him so you're rested more comfortably. “don’t want you falling off the bed…”

face to face, you both stare longingly at one another for minutes, like you're trying to pluck at the seams to find evidence of where this gnawing pain even begins.

teetering on the precipice of a very long drop, you lick your lips absentmindedly when you realize that choso's palm is still on your waist, his thumb now drawing tiny circles.

"this is better, right?"

he's so close that you can feel the vibration of his deep voice run right through you. "yeah," you sigh, inching even further into his touch, and boldly taking the leap as you arch your pelvis against his. "yeah, much better..."

your name sounds heavenly from his lips as he exhales from the contact, and you stifle another moan feeling his prominent bulge rub up against you.

"is this desire?" he murmurs into your lips, "is this why I ache?"

"cho-choso..." you stutter, but grow still when you feel him gently press his lips onto yours.

silence veils your loud thoughts. his kiss is so tender, so pure, motivated out of sheer instinct and nothing else. it's such a gentle act, one that brushes over your lips far too quickly that you find yourself tilting your chin up in search for him when he pulls away.

"it's only you," he groans with a twinge of frustration. "I only feel this way about you,"

he leans in again, this time allowing the kiss to linger, and you eagerly let him explore your lips, tasting his saccharine inexperience with every peck.

"this is how we satisfy those feelings, right? isn't that what you said?" he presses, begging for answers as his hand slips underneath your top to brush strokes along your lower back.

a tightness coils inside your lower belly, and you're only able to manage a hazy, "mhmm" in response.

"show me," he pleads, collapsing the weight of his body onto yours as he repositions himself over you, "please, show me,"

he looks unreal above you - a physical embodiment of divinity and sin. the breathtaking image of his angelic expression is constrasted harshly against that wild, lustful gaze, making it impossible for you to even deny his request.

half human, half curse; but as you nod your head and guide his lips back onto yours, you knew that moving forward all of him would forever belong to you.

⥽ requests?

[soapyghostie]

Hi! I’ve never sent a request so I’m not fully sure how it works, but I love your account! I was wondering if you could do some headcanons on how Jason Voorhees and Micheal Myres would react to an autistic reader who vocal stims a lot? (ie, screeching out of the blue, making stupid noises, repeating phrases stuck in their head etc), if not that’s completely fine :) thank you!

Hey! I had to do a little research on this so I hope I got it right. Hope you enjoy!

Jason Voorhees

Are you okay? Are you having a seizure? Are you gonna die?! Jason is very concerned; he thinks you're gonna croak. He doesn’t know what autism is. His mother never explained what disorders are or the many different types of disorders: she never needed to. You’re probably gonna have to explain it to him, when you calm down, because his mother has no clue that you have autism and probably thinks you’re on drugs. If in any case she knew, she’d have probably explained it to him already. 

Jason doesn’t know how to help you. All he really knows is to sit with you and listen to you squawk like a pterodactyl for 5 hours straight. However, his mother teaches him some techniques to help you cope with your autism and sharpen your communication skills. 

One thing for sure is that you never have to worry about bright lights and noise; Jason only lights his cabin by candle, which isn’t too bright, and you guys live out in the woods so, over all, it’s pretty quiet. Also, from what his mom told him, Jason knows you don’t understand sign language so he writes simple sentences on pieces of paper as a way of communication.  

Jason is pretty patient. If you don’t understand something right away, he’ll just wait until you do. He’ll give you a thumbs up as a source of encouragement. You got this! Jason believes in you! 😊 

As for your random outbursts, it scares Jason. You guys will just be sitting there in peace and then all of a sudden you start yelling random shit: it startles him. Again, he’ll just sit there and let you yell rant because what’s his business to shut you up. Just don’t get up and yell all in his face though: it hurts his ears.

Michael Myers

Let’s start with that you absolutely annoy the crap out of him. Sometimes it gets to the point Michael is questioning his own sanity and wishing he’d of killed you a long time ago. Yeah, that’s how bad it is. 😂 He’s always wondering how the hell he got stuck with you. If he could kill himself, he would, but you know… he’s immortal. 🤷‍♀️

Michael doesn’t know what autism is so he thinks you're on drugs. You can’t change his mind, even if you try to explain it to him: he’s not convinced. He’ll literally trash your room to see if you're hiding anything and stalk you a lot to make sure you aren’t buying anything that you shouldn’t be inhaling. Well, I guess you aren’t taking drugs, but you definitely are a weirdo. 

Your random outbursts and screaming make him wanna sock you in the face. Michael really likes his peace and quiet; you making all those loud noises just pisses him off. He almost has himself convinced that you do it on purpose. There was this one time when you randomly started screeching; you were screeching for almost 30 minutes and Michael had enough of it. He grabbed the closest small object he could find and jammed that sucker in your mouth. Though, he wished it went down your throat so you would choke and die. 🫤 

Even though Michael is pretty mean to you, he still loves you in his own way. When he found out that you’ve had a disorder this whole time, that he probably found out when he was stalking you while you were at a therapy session, he decides he’s going to learn tactics to help you cope with your autism. Finally… 😑 Even if it is so you stop screaming at the top of your lungs all the time.

Michael will steal crafts, coloring books, paper, and anything you may want from the store to keep your mind busy. If you're focusing on a craft, you won’t randomly screech right? He’ll also steal a whole bunch of prescribed medication from the pharmacy in hopes that one of them will cure your autism. I don't think ibuprofen helps with autism Michael. 🤦🏼‍♀️ He just really wants you to stop being so annoying all the time.

[cinematicnomad]

✨2024 in gifs✨

rules: post your favorite and most popular post (using the tumblr top 10 webpage) from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months)

i saw @kingofscoops post this so decided to post my own

january:

most popular: the terror+ fitzjames lighting the canon (839 notes) he looks hot in this scene so that makes total sense

favorite: yellowjackets + "you're hungry." "for me?" (51 notes) i giffed a lot of yellowjackets at the start of the year, and this gifset barely made a blip on the radar but i still think it makes sense to me and it really scratches an itch in my brain about jackieshauna

february:

most popular: kingsman + taron egerton as eggsy unwin (1,230 notes) kingsman is ridiculous and yet, it's one of my favorite fun movies and taron egerton is BEAUTIFUL in it so i'm glad people appreciate this gifset

favorite: the terror + "god wants you to live" (218 notes) i just think these gifs are really hq and i love the level of detail i was able to capture

march:

most popular: 911 + ...anyways (1,585 notes) buddie gifsets posted right after an ep aired, ESPECIALLY parallel sets, are always going to be some of my most successful, so i get it.

favorite: the terror + close ups of fitzier's hands during death scene (495 notes) while i was giffing this scene and i kept noticing francis stroking fitzjames' hands with his thumb i HAD to capture it in a gifset

april:

most popular: 911 + buck coming out to eddie (2,934 notes) again...buddie edits? posted right after the ep aired? and the powerhouse of buck coming out to eddie??? yeah i would have been very surprised if this was not my biggest set for april. but tbh, not my favorite coloring wise? i've seen other people color this scene better.

favorite: 911 + buck's microexpressions to eddie's reaction (952 notes) i slowed that 3rd gif down so people could really appreciate the face buck makes when eddie says nothing will change between them now that he's come out and damn, i'm so glad i did. could anything be LESS of a relief to this man???

may:

most popular: 911 + eddie/bobby 5.14 conversation (911 notes) i love eddie so i will not dispute this, but i will say i feel like i made more interesting gifsets about eddie in may

favorite: 911 + shannon/eddie ft. stick season by noah kahan (572 notes) specifically, i love this eddie gifset. i was listening to this song a lot in may and one day while driving home the idea just HIT ME for the set and i had to go home and immediately make it. for another, that third gif was sooo hard to make work and keep it below the size limit but it fit the lyric so perfectly that i'm forever pleased i got it to work

(bonus second favorite: 911 + bathena 2.06/7.09 parallel (670 notes) i'm a sucker for my own parallel gifsets, but more importantly, i was SOOO pleased with the coloring of this gifset, especially on athena)

june:

most popular: the terror + jopson crawling to crozier hallucination (547 notes) the most devastating death of the terror getting top billing? yeah ok. i'm good with that.

favorite: the terror + little before speaking to the men (196 notes) i had fun coloring this set—i actually duplicated my coloring layers bc it just seemed to really bring out the details of little's coat

july:

most popular: the terror + goodsir preparing for his death (423 notes) sometimes tumblr is so predictable. goodsir stripping his clothes being my top gifset for july? so very much expected.

favorite: the terror + hickey monologuing (193 notes) there was a point where i thought i would never finish giffing this whole climax bc it just seemed to go on forever and it was so dark and multiple characters speaking. but hickey's monologue was a bright spot and i was pleased with the coloring by this point

august:

most popular: the terror + crozier collapsing (152 notes) the coloring of this gifset was hard bc the sun was coming up as he was collapsing so i had to try and accommodate the color shift! not the easiest, but i do think it worked well?

favorite: the terror + hickey's bloody offering (84 notes) i just love how high quality i managed to get these big gifs. also i thought i did a good job getting a really vibrant red for the blood while keeping the rest of the scene balanced

september:

most popular: the terror + silna's name reveal (814 notes) honestly i'm pleased with all the gifsets with the shaman bc i figured out how to color those scenes in 1.09 and they were always so easy and confidence boosting when i finished one

favorite: the terror + crozier finding jopson's body (266 notes) honestly, i'm a sucker for any of my gifsets that i make extra big. this one is very pretty to me. and personally devastating.

october:

most popular: the terror + mr. goodsir vs dr. goodsir (948 notes) my last terror gifset so far!! it's kind of nice that this is the top set for the month.

favorite: the terror + little and every gold thing there is (242 notes) i got the idea for this gifset v early on in my giffing of this series but i knew i wanted to wait until was fully done giffing the show. so this gifset was years in the making and i'm v glad i posted it.

november/december:

(after posting daily for 2+ years i decided to take a little break and haven't posted any new sets. i was planning on making some during my holiday break but!! alas i forgot my external hard drive at home lol 😅)

tagging some other gifmakers i admire: @sophsun1, @confessionseddie, @buckleys-diaz, @buttercupbuck, @lady-arryn, @lengthofropes, and anyone else who wants to do this

[smilesatdawnmain]

Qi Xue

(I gave her a redesign!) As delicate as a lily, and as cunning as a viper, it’s never easy to know what is on this young lady’s mind. As cheeky and cute as her Dad, but as clever as her baba, she seems like the best of both worlds. 

Haoyu: There is a sense of exasperated jealousy when she considers her eldest brother. Being the oldest he is entitled to the thrown, the power, and the expectations to rule- all things she herself wants and KNOWS he does not. Still, there is a soft spot for her mellow and quiet sibling, who she oftens steals away to join her for shopping. As someone who is often listening instead of screaming his own opinions, there comes a sense of wisdom from him that she values. Yet, she also knows that he is a gentle soul. Too gentle in fact, that is easy to trick him. Which she does, often. With a bat of her eye lashes and pucker to her lips, she has him running tasks for her that she quite easily could do herself. And when he realizes later, all she needs to do is offer a little “I’m sorry, Gege (Elder brother),” and the man bends over backwards to forgive her. She wishes this world was a tad kinder to her Brother, even if she isn’t always. 

MK: Many often say Haoyu is the most like their Father, the Monkey King, but she would have to argue that it is Xiaotian that best holds that title. Haoyu may be their Father’s spitting image, but MK is the very essence of his soul. Overprotective, a bit conceited, lovable, cheeky, and someone you can’t help but love with everything you have. All her plans he’ll come barging in with “good intentions” and ruin all the progress she’s made. Xue would have a lot more suckers under her thumb if her big brother didn’t have this insistent desire to “be the hero”. And when he does realize he accidentally stopped one of her schemes her gives her the Baba speech of “I’m not mad. Just disappointed”. Such a pain… she supposed there was something admirable about it too however. Her brother was a charmer, and everyone knew it. Pretty like Baba, bubbly like their Father, all with his own MK adorableness. Shame he never uses all that to gain favor in the political world. 

Xiaohua: The “little flower” of the family. Being his name yes, she never felt it matched him as a person. He was smart. As smart as their Baba, with just a smidge of recklessness that their Father was known for. It made him unpredictable though, which was an asset in of itself. If she needed something done, and done right, he is the person she could go to. Need a precious gem stolen for 24 hours to use for a ball? He’s got it. Need to toss an ​​uncooperative asset into a pit until they squeal the info they had? He’s already taken care of it. Need to gush about crushes while dolling themselves up- Yeah, you go to Xiaohua. If there was one sibling she could turn to for anything, no questions asked, no judgment given, it was him. Now, if only he would just focus a bit more on his appearance and stopped dressing in the strangest clothes- then he’d be perfect! Alas, he was not, but it gave her something to do every morning as she critiqued his wardrobe and got him set right for the day. 

Sying: Her only sister. Of course, Rumble was her “Sister” for a time, but is now one of her many brothers. So… that leaves the one and only sister. It was hard sometimes being a girl in a male-dominated family. Though, many in the tribe are females, in their close blood-related family, it is only them. This means nothing to Sying, of course, as she never thinks of such trivial details. It was something to admire, Xue admits. They can’t talk about clothes, or gossip, or politics- they can’t even talk about boys for pete sake since Sying much rather prefers the fair maidens of the world. They have nothing in common as far as Xue can think. Yet, despite this, Sying rushes to her the moment any pretty-eyed lady catches her fancy. It makes Xue happy that her big sister values her opinion on the matter. Is even willing to stand still for a few hours while Xue uses her as a model for her latest clothes. Hardly close in hobbies, but close in the ways that truly matter. 

Savage: He’s an idiot, if she is honest. And she is nothing if not honest. She loves him, of course she does, but if she had the chance to just step in his brain and clean the place up, she would. He spends his days pranking others, which isn’t an unenjoyable pass time, but if he put even an ounce of that effort into something more constructive, he’d go so far. He knows nothing of politics, the ways their kingdom is structured, the tasks that is expected of him as a Prince- its infuriating! The fact that he would have claim to the throne before her is just-!!! UGHHH! At least he has learned lately not to even consider dragging her into his little pranks. He’ll wind up completely shaved from head to toe if he even tries. Still- he has his moments. She likes how cheerful he is. A blissful idiot, perhaps, but… sometimes a smile made the day brighter. He also always buys her a ton of sweets and treats, so he isn’t the worst allll the time. Just most of the time.  

Rumble: Xue does not understand how Rumble and Savage are twins. Put all the annoying muck to the left, and you’d get Savage. Put all the sweet fluff to the right, and you’d get Rumble. Sensible, quiet, creative- Rumble brings so much into the world with hardly a sound in return. Rumble sees beyond what is on the outside for who a person is deep down, which is something Xue struggles with sometimes. Baba says it is because of her age, and that it will improve as she gets older, but Rumble has been introspective like that since he was little. Probably because he himself felt different then what the world saw him as. She often thinks of Rumble when considering who she considers allies. “Never judge a book by it’s cover”. If Xue needs a sense of peace, she will got to Rumble. Rumble also doesn’t take anyone’s BS, which Xue appreciates more than anything else. 

Bao: The only younger sibling Xue has, she feels they understand her best. All of Bao’s older siblings are her older siblings. Even know, despite being just a bit older, she can tell their parents look at both of them as delicate little things to protect. Bao is sweet. Eager to play with them all, eager to be like them- they are still figuring out who they are as a person. She however, feels she knows Bao a little better then most. On their own, Bao doesn’t show a lot of aptitude for fighting. They can sing incredibly well, and certainly has their Baba’s creative gene. As for their Father’s fighting prowess, that has yet to be seen… at least, that is what everyone else says. Xue feels she sees Bao a bit differently. They are showing early talent with a sword… with a bow… with a staff, a spear- you name it, if you put it in Bao’s hands, they pick it up very quickly. Then there is that Shade of their’s. Something about it feels different- and she has never seen anyone even get close to Bao with that thing around. Bao has power. Power that just hasn’t been realized at their young age. And she is so incredibly excited to see where it goes. It is a sharp tie between Bao and Xiaohua as her favorite sibling

Previous sibling Qi Rumble

Next Sibling Qi Bao

[plussizefantasia]

i miss you

Flufftober Day 3: Morning Snuggles

Tony Stark x f! plus size reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: I'm a sucker for soft Tony. Please reblog if you liked the story and I'll see you all tomorrow for day 4! (it's one of my favorite prompts of the whole month)

divider credit: @royallaesthetics

Mornings like these were far and few between. Tony came to bed in the early morning hours most nights and you had to get up early for work. It wasn’t very often when you both had the time to just lay together and exist. 

You craved these moments of small intimacy, where you were able to see a side of him that he kept hidden from the rest of the world. During his waking hours, his worry and age were evident on his face. You cherished every wrinkle and line, they showed how much he cared, about the world, about you.

Bathed in the soft sunlight of the morning though, his face was clear of any of those signs. He looked more at peace in this moment than you had seen him in the entirety of your time together. You are content to just watch him, to memorize his features all over again, and to fall in love with everything about him. 

His arm flexes in his sleep and pulls your body closer to his. Your face easily falls into the space between his neck and shoulder. Taking a deep breath you inhale everything that is Tony, he has a naturally woody scent and you can tell that he used your favorite body wash before he got into bed last night. You easily sigh and feel as the tension leaves your body.

You aren’t used to being held, past insecurities keep you from wanting your partner to feel your body even if it's innocent. But Tony had spent the first few months of your relationship doting physical affection onto you whenever he could. He would come up behind you while you were on the phone with a client and wrap his arms around your shoulders, leaving a kiss on your head before letting go. During movie night he made sure you’d be leaning into his side, sometimes he would rest his head in your lap and let you play with his hair while the two of you only kind of watched whatever was on the screen.

The more affection he gave you, the more you began to crave it. Feeling loved in that way was addicting and you’d happily let Tony dote on you for the rest of your life if you could. Laying in his arms in the early morning has got to be one of your favorite things to do, and sometimes it makes you sad when you realize just how rare it is. 

That is why you cherish moments like this one, where you have nowhere to be and nothing to do. Just laying in bed with the love of your life. 

It's the rumbling of your stomach that wakes Tony up. The first thing he notices is how nice your hair smells. The second is how comfy he is with you in his arms and the third is the light that streams through the window. He wasn’t expecting to sleep this long, but he's glad he did. He loves these moments just as much as you do.

“Morning” he whispers against the top of your head.

“Good morning, Handsome you mumble right back into his shoulder. 

He places one two three kisses against your temple and rolls over onto his back taking you with him. This new position has you resting your arms on his chest, laying your head on top of them, and gazing lovingly at the man beneath you.

The silence between the two of you is comfortable, it always is. Tony’s mind is loud and fast-paced and he loves being able to relax in the moment with you. No words are necessary to share the love you have, just glances between the two of you are enough to know what the other is thinking. 

Tony brushes his thumb across the apple of your cheek and a gentle smile creeps up on his features. You’re sure you already have one on yours.

“I miss you,” he says. You almost don’t hear him, so wrapped up in your thoughts about how lovely he looks right now.

Your confusion is evident on your face. “Miss me? We sleep in the same bed, you see me all the time.”

“Yeah, I see you. But we don’t get moments like these. Where I can just be with you and not have to worry about the world or anything else. I miss being able to love on you whenever I want.”

“You can love on me whenever you want Tony, I’ll never say no to your love.” You tell him. The honesty and pure love oozes out of every word you say.

For a second Tony doesn’t know how to respond. He doesn’t think he’s ever been loved like you love him. He doesn’t ever want to live without it again.

“Good,” he says, and he pulls you closer once more. The two of you spend the rest of the morning in each other's arms. First in the bed and then when your stomach started making too much noise for Tony to be comfortable with, he took you to the penthouse kitchen and made you an omelet. One of the few things he's gotten really good at making by himself. When the two of you finished eating he pulled you to the big plush couch in the living room and laid his head on your chest.

Sweet nothings were whispered between the two of you for hours. And as morning turned to afternoon and then to night a promise was made. You both promised to do this every week, exist with each other, and soak in the love that you two shared. It was the easiest promise you’d ever made.

[lwde-encrusted-sideblog]

Blake: Hey Jaune? What was it like?

Shark!faunusJaune: What was what like?

Blake: When Mint showed you "Why Remora are called Shark-Sucker Fish"

Jaune: O-Oh! Well, what happened was ...

~Earlier~

Jaune: *Massaging Neo (Mints) Dorsal Fin* You really put a lot of strain on yourself! You might cause permanent damage one of these days, and I'd hate to see that happen. If you ever need a place to sleep, my dorm room's always open!

Neo stretched out, her back cracking as Jaune's hands worked their magic. Silent moans escaping her mouth.

Mint (Neo): *Thumbs up*

Jaune: What even causes this? Are you carrying super heavy stuff or something?

Mint (Neo):*Signing* Something like that ...

She couldn't reveal she stuck herself to a wall to eavesdrop on some competition. Roman insisted not to kill them immediately, and Neo was reluctantly obliged. She was on there for a while.

Mint(Neo): Sometimes I just ... Have things I need to do.

Jaune: Well ... I can't stop you. I hope you figure out a better alternative.

Neo turned on her stomach to face Jaune.

Mint (Neo): Hey. Is there anyway I can pay you back for this?

Jaune: There's no need. I'm happy to do it.

Mint (Neo): No. *She unbuckles his Belt* I'd love to see what I can do for you~

Jaune: Whoa! H-Hey! there's really no need!

Mint (Neo): Well what if I want to?

Jaune: Well ... I mean If-if you want to...?

Jaune: You should know teeth aren't my only Faunus trait?

Mint (Neo): Well now I'm excited~

Pulling Jaune's pants and boxers down let a set of pale, towering claspers slap against Neo's face. Each one was bigger than most of the chumps that tried to get in her pants, nearly eleven inches each.

Mint (Neo): Oh! Mama likes this!

Jaune: Uh? Thank- Oh!

Neo ran her tongue along the underside of his members, sending shock up Jaune's spine at the sensation, before grabbing onto them laying kisses on each tip.

Jaune: W-Whoa!

Mint (Neo): Never had someone do this before?

Jaune: Not from - ah- someone of your skill!

Mint (Neo): Then I hope you can handle me~

She took one of the dicks all the way down to the base, her nose pressing into his belly, the second dick burning against her cheek.

Jaune instinctively grabbed her hair, not tightly enough to cause pain, just enough give him some semblance of control.

Jaune: WHOA!

Neo began grabbed the one against her cheek, Coating it in the precum that drooled out of it, pumping in in opposite timing to her oral ministrations. Refusing the thrash about, Jaune stepped back a little, leaving his pants on the floor.

Jaune: OH FUCK! Mint! I- I'M!

She took both Claspers in her mouth, taking them as deep as she could, Jaune holding her head against his waist as he let loose.

Jaune: FUCK!

Salty heat poured down her throat, rewarding her for her efforts.

Mint (Neo): Didn't take you for a quickshot.

Jaune: H-hey ... I haven't been through that before ...

Mint (Neo): Hmm. Maybe I should give you some stamina training~ You've got a good chance at being better than anyone else I've had. You're still awake which is more than some can say.

Jaune: ... Huh ... Maidens ... Fuck ... If I was a virgin I probably would've cum in your hair.

Mint (Neo): Well, be grateful you didn't, because I would've bit one of your dicks off.

Jaune: Do? ... Do you need to-

Mint (Neo): Nah. It's almost lunch time, and while you were A nice treat, I Should grab some actual food.

Jaune: What? OH SHIT! I had to meet team RWBY! Uh, I'll be back later? I gotta go!

He pulled his Boxers up, forgetting his pants on the floor, Before dashing out of the Room.

~In the Present~

Blake: *writing down what Jaune said* Oh yeah! That's the stuff!

Jaune: Wait, have you been writing the whole time?

Blake: Of course! Do you know what Fanfiction could be made with this!

Jaune: Could you at least give me a cut of the profits?

Blake: I do it for myself!

Jaune: Well. Damn.