#tried to do a full on outline and ended up w this. now i just roll w it

[callmehere-iwillappear]

ngl seeing your chapter outlines REALLY made me feel better about my own fic planning, bc i love ur work so much and your planning is like "heehoo aprils in this one" and its just.. me too thats how you do it.

YEAH FR LIKE. my fic planning consists of:

figure out the very very basic plot

maybe a few specific details or scenes

let the characters possess me and write whole scenes and chapters

struggle through the rest

the rest of my outline is very similar its like. mostly just one or two bullet points per chapter with the general events of the chapter or specific conversations/points i want to hit

and then i get stuff like THIS

because hueso was SUPPOSED to happen in the most recent chapter but casey and leo talked for ALMOST 3K WORDS at which point i was like. ........ yeah this is getting a separate chapter at this point

(which. also happened w the reunion chapters. those were supposed to be all one chapter, MAYBE two, ended up being three)

also THANK YOUUUUU i'm glad to hear you're enjoying it!!!

[creamiecoups]

why do u think about forced breeding with jeonghan???? also so glad that u are back

thank you anon it’s good to be back!!

now forced breeding would go crazy with jeonghan… i tried to keep it short because when i have a thought in my mind it runs and this would end up being a whole fic but i hope you enjoy it :)

WARNINGS: smut, established relationship, dark themes, forced breeding, creampie, dacryphilia, lmk if I missed anything

Something about the way you squirm and cry under him while begging him to pull out would satiate him beyond compare, it’s about possession, knowing you’d completely be his and no one could even bat an eyelash your way.

well, he just needs to do one more thing for you to forever be tied down to him.

“You’re doing so well for me, my angel.”

He’d pur in your ear, his voice dripping with honey while his thrusts would be rough and almost animalistic.

“J-Jeong…..Han….p-please,” you hiccup, carefully manicured nails now grazing and clawing at his chest for him to get off you but to no avail.

And deep down you knew he was persistent like that, he would stop at nothing to get what he wants, yet you still tried.

and he found that so fucking cute, it only made him want to be rougher, chase that high faster so he could finally spill his load into you, after months of used that stupid latex because you were too scared.

“Shhh sweetheart, I’m so close, it’s only fair I cum after I’ve made my princess cum so many times right?” He cooes again, peppering soft kisses across your sweaty hairline as a sob leaves your lips.

“Just pull out please, please im begging you hannie,” you cry out, clenching down on him harder than ever.

Jeonghan groans apon hearing his nickname fall so cutely from your lips, your pussy squelching so absurdly loud he thought the room was spinning, all he could think about was you and how he couldn’t wait to come home after a long day in a couple of months, to you and your child, you would be such a good mother, no matter if you were too young and not ready.

you definitely wanted this, you just didn’t know it yet, he knew your sadness would eventually wilt away, after all, a child is a blessing right?

He thought wrong. Although you guys had now been dating for a few months and were in love, recently Jeonghan’s possessiveness and antics had started to make you double think your whole relationship.

And tonight he finally snapped.

Seeing you casually talking to a friend from your department shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did, it was harmless. but the minute that poor unsuspecting boy brushed your hair back behind your shoulder, he knew he had to do something. All carnal thoughts taking over. It was nothing, but he just needed a catalyst to finally do what he had been wanting to do since he first laid his eyes on you.

“I’m not pulling out my angel, you’re going to take me well like you always do, alright? You can do it baby,” he whispered into your ear, causing your eyes to widen slightly in fear.

Tears began spilling from your eyes as you thrashed around screaming at him to at least pull out, yet it only helped push him over the edge easier, the sight of you crying and weeping making him crumble easier than he thought possible.

Not long after he was spilling deep into your womb, pumping into you lazily as his tongue darted out to collect the salty tears staining your cheeks.

“My pretty angel, you’d look so much prettier with your tummy full…..full of what our love has created,” he purred, one strong hand leaving your bruised hip to tangle in your hair, before pushing your head down to look at your stomach, where you could clearly see the outline of his cock poking out.

The heavy shudder you let out only fueled his ego more, he knew you were always going to be his…he just liked reminders.

“W-What have you done—”

“Shhh… I’m not done with you baby, you’re gonna take as much as i give you…. I’m not stopping until you’re leaking my cum from this pretty pussy of yours for days.”

You were never going to be able to leave him now.

[satninroses]

Hey is there a possibly way I could get a fix of reader standing up for Elvis against the corneal, and being a unmovable rock for him in his toughest times.

Because I love You

(A/N) 1 more off the list :) This one was cute! I hope you like it Nonnie! Also, look out for the drabble list later tonight!

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word count: 1,344

Warnings: Passing Out, Mentions of Drugs, and Swearing

The last thing Elvis could see before passing out was the vauge outline of you. You were running towards him with… was it worry etched on your face? Before he could make a move to get closer to you, he had passed out cold backstage.

“Oh god, someone please call an ambulance or, or get a doctor! Please!” You yelled frantically to anyone that would listen. At the sound of your voice in such a worried state, Jerry bent down beside you and Elvis to comfort you. He rubbed your back as you tried to get Elvis to wake up. Jerry was also barking orders about water and ice to get him.

Scrambling feet and loud voices calling 911 filled your senses. “(Y/N). It’s going to be ok. We’re gonna get him to a hospital and have him look at, ok?” Came Jerry’s sweet voice. Tears welled in your eyes and you stared back. “What if this isn’t like last time? What if he can’t wake up? Please, god please let him live.” You sobbed out. Your grip on Elvis tightened and you leaned into his face. “Please wake up baby. Please wake up baby. Please wa-“

“My, what is going on here?” Came the Colonel. You whipped your head back at him and looked him in the eyes. “It’s Elvis! He isn’t feeling well! W-we have to get him to a doctor, please!” You spoke frantically.

You had quite the disdain for Tom Parker. In Elvis’ words, he was nothing more than a blood-sucking vampire. Night after night, Elvis would come home tired, hungry, exhausted, and everything in between. You kept yourself quiet as to not upset Elvis. You knew that Tom Parker was the reason Elvis was where he was today and you were forever grateful for that. However, it came with its fair share of problems as well. Elvis would be overworked to death most nights. He could barley make it up the stairs to your shared bedroom without collapsing half way up them and in need of your assistance.

You loved Elvis more than anything and it hurt to sit and watch him kill himself for the sake of the music industry. Colonel on the other hand, could care less about it. As long as Elvis was up and ready to preform and making him money, he didn’t care about the poor boy. This enraged you to no end. As much as you wanted to slap some sense into Parker, you also wanted to slap some sense into Elvis. He needed to see that he was being used for his talent and skill.

“Oh, do not worry girl. He will be up to perform. Jerry, get him some of this pills we were talking about earlier. That will wake him up!” You shot your head over to Jerry and gave him an unreadable expression. This look turned into tears, and heavy ones too. “You’re his best friend! You giving him drugs? Have you all known about this?!” You were in a full blown panic attack by time anyone could reach down and comfort you.

“Mrs. Presley, I understand your concern but our boy will be just fine with some of these painkillers. They have things in them that will make him feel better.” The colonel spoke stoically.

“DRUGS. That’s what they’re called! Don’t beat around the bush with me. You stood here and let him KILL HIMSELF just so you could make some money? You’re disgusting! You sit there and, and you think you’re his savior? God-sent warrior? You’re KILLING him you piece of shit!” You blew up on Parker. Your voice dropped in venom from pent-up hatred for him. His eyes widened as well as some of the backstage crew members standing around. “For too long I’ve sat here while you turned him into a brainless zombie. It ends NOW. Get me an ambulance or so help me God, I’ll carry him on my back to the hospital.” You spoke with a dangerous edge in your voice.

If looks could kill, Colonel would have been a dead man standing. He opened his mouth as if he were going to responded but promptly shut it. He turned away from you and began to walk away from the scene. “Call them an ambulance at once.” He spoke simply. The anger in your body was replaced with an overwhelming sense of relief that was under-toned with guilt. You really hadn’t meant to blow up. It just kind of.. happened? Whatever the reason for it was obsolete now. You needed to help your baby get well.

His breathing was shallow for a few moments before returning to a steady pace. You maneuvered his head so that it sat in your lap. You brushed your hands softly against his face and whispered sweet words into his ears.

“Come on baby. Please wake up for me? When we get home, we’ll have some of those sandwiches you like. Those peanut butter bacon banana sandwiches? Come one baby, wake up. I love you so much” You spoke very wobbly. Before you knew it, there were paramedics at the scene doing his vitals. You stepped out of the way and stood next to Jerry. He extended his arm out and wrapped it around your shoulder to bring you into a hug. “It’s gonna be ok (Y/N). He’s gonna be back and running in no time.” You sniffled against him and nodded.

Elvis’ eyes had fluttered open slowly and adjusted to the harsh lighting. He tried to sit up but someone had pressed their hand against his chest to keep him down. “Wh-… what’s goin’ on?” He spoke. “Mr. Presley, my name is Andrew. I’m with the Memphis Department of Health and Safety. We’re gonna take you to the hospital to get checked out, ok? Someone said that you took a pretty harsh fall and we just want to make sure you’re ok.” Elvis shook his head gently before letting the two young men besides him help him sit up.

Through your sniffles and sobs, you heard the paramedics talk to Elvis. This meant he was up. You let go of Jerry and scampered over to him. “Elvis?!” You spoke with a sob. The two young men who had helped Elvis stand up whipped their head towards you. Elvis turned slightly and saw you. A gave you a reassuring smile but it faltered once he had seen the stains of tears and puffy lips you sported. “Baby, c’mere. What’s wrong?”

You wanted to launch yourself at him but you knew that would do him any good. You hugged him lightly and sobbed into the jumpsuit he had on. “I-I was so afraid th-that you died! I don’t want anything like th-this to happen again!” You stuttered out. Elvis hugged back and kissed you on the crown of your head. For a moment, you both sat like that in the middle of the hallway, entranced with each others scent and being.

Jerry came over to Elvis and pat him on the shoulder. “Good to see you up again E.P.” He spoke with a smile. Elvis smiled back and held you tighter to him. “By the way, should have heard what (Y/N) said to Parker.” Your eyes widened and you gave Jerry a displeased look. Elvis raised his eyebrow and looks down at you. “Satnin. What did you say?”

Red and Sonny joined the conversation after overhearing Jerry. “Yeah! She called him a P.O.S. Kind of out of character for you though.” Elvis looked down at you, confused.

“What did you say baby?”

“Oh…uhh… I called him a..,” your tone got quieter and you mumbled the last part.

“Baby, speak up. What did you say?”

“I-I called him a piece of shit. I told him to treat you better too.” You finally confessed. You blushed a little and looked away. You were still pressed up against him when he squeezed your arm tightly. You thought he was mad so you looked up at him to apologize.

“God I love you.”

(My faves🤍: @mt12209 @myradiaz @presleyenterprise @ccab @18lkpeters @austinsmutler @elvisalltheway101 )

[tinysnailtales]

Thoughts from reading Yona of the Dawn Ch. 4

Ch.4 in summary: the symbolic end of childhood, the (Yona, Hak, Soo-Won) trio backstory, and the history of Yona's loneliness and circle of support

The child left behind.

"Please don't cry, father. Mother's gone, but I'm still here"

When one parent is lost, the burden can fall especially hard on the child as the surviving parent relies on them and/or grows absent. In a way, the loss of one parent is the loss of both.

"You're not alone" – a BIG THEME for the story.

"I need to stay cheerful so my father doesn't cry"

I usually do the The Apothecary Diaries connection, but surprise! Here I'm calling on Fruits Basket and Tohru with how Yona must be there and behave a certain way for her father's benefit like how Tohru did for her mother after her father died.

"You're not alone. And...I have Soo-Won with me" – Yona has Soo-Won as a friend and a support and she has Hak, which we are repeatedly shown but Yona never seems to address (at least not yet or when looking at the past). Could it be she's simply taking him for granted? Has him as such a staple that he isn't noteworthy or "special"? I take it she doesn't realize how important he is to her yet. These two, both in denial in some regard.

"That's amazing, Hak! You cheered Yona right up" – no notes, just genuinely hilarious. And shows off that Yona-Hak dynamic we've come to know. The teasing and comfort.

"Where's my father?" "His majesty is extremely busy. He only just ascended the throne, remember." – poor Yona :( She tries to be there for her father, but feels a bit abandoned by him.

But! If King Il only recently ascended the throne and his wife recently died...is it possible that Soo-Won's father is behind Yona's mother's death?

Even in this memory/flashback, all is not well and there's a lot happening in the background that young Yona probably doesn't understand. This is ultimately a feel-good memory, but Yona is missing the full picture as she focuses on her personal relationships and trauma (not that I blame her).

Yona, Soo-Won, and Hak really are a trio of best friends.

"Lately I've been holding Yona's hand while we sleep, so this is just like normal" "You do that? I think I should leave. I'm in the way." "What?! All three of us should hold hands!" – Hak is already feeling some jealousy and his "I'm in the way" is very much the outline of his future approach to the Yona and Soo-Won situation. And Soo-Won's obliviousness to the lines being drawn within their group is also very telling.

Soo-Won is doing all this and expects us to believe that the way he acted with Hak and Yona was all a lie. Look at those hearts. He is a lil bean excited by everything.

"I didn't know he was your grandfather." "I'm an orphan. Grandpa and I aren't actually related." – Soo-Won didn't know about Hak's connections and status, these things didn't really matter to these kids. Only Hak already feels like he isn't "really" the heir to the Wind Tribe. He feels unworthy and like an outsider.

"But...Mundok came to see you. He must really love you, huh?" – yes, you tell him Yona! She is of course hurting on the inside because her father hasn't come to see her, but this is also a sweet moment between her and Hak. Don't let him be such a grump resigned to feeling unworthy!

Soo-Won's love and admiration for his father just pours out of him. He also admires Mundok and his strength, showing what Soo-Won values in a person and what he will try to emulate.

"Uncle Yu-Hon...he's so tough and stern. He's nothing like Soo-Won at all" – or so it seems, for now.

"Yon-Hi was determined to come too...But in her condition, it would be dangerous for her to fall ill, so I made her stay home" – what's up with Soo-Won's mom? Is she pregnant? What happened to her? Soo-Won (in present day) seems like he doesn't really have anyone.

"You mustn't make your mother worry. I want you to slaughter this sickness as soon as possible" – strength is valued above all else by Soo-Won's father too. It seems he is probably hard on his son too, at least having high expectations of him.

"It hurts so much, father...Don't abandon me."

Little Yona is a reflection of current Yona (and vice-versa) – in moments of hurt, she retreats into herself, becoming distant and depressed. She doesn't eat or take care of herself, as if life (or her life specifically) is not worth living/doesn't matter.

"Yeah...I'm sorry. I'm, sorry for thinking I was all alone."

More emphasis on Yona having Hak and Soo-Won– they're her people (along with her father, but he is not there for her as much).

But King Il does say Yona gets lonely when Hak (and Soo-Won) aren't there, and it's true–what does she do when they're gone? Loneliness is still a big part of her life. I said she lives for snatches of moments with Soo-Won, but moments with Soo-Won and Hak light up her life and drive her forward (though infatuated Yona seems to forget about the Hak of it all).

I wonder how Yona's loneliness shifts when Hak becomes her personal guard and is a more permanent fixture.

"Your father is the king. He's doing his job even at a time like this. I admire that." – Hak's words are to cheer Yona up, but I think he also demonstrates true admiration for duty.

Yona joyfully eating the terrible food her father made her really exemplifies how much she values acts of care from other people.

I said back in chapter 1 that Yona hasn't really thought of the future much beyond wanting to be with Soo-Won– she's not really ambitious or caught up in who she could be or what she could do, she's happy living for those small moments and the people she loves. She wants to love and be loved in return. She knows she's the princess in terms of the lifestyle she's gotten used to, but she hasn't considered the implications of being a princess– at least she hadn't until her father brought up that her position might put the ones she loves in danger.

I love the look exchanged by Hak and Soo-Won, expressing their mutual care for Yona.

A stab to the heart!

"I wish we could all sleep next to each other forever and ever, even if it meant having that cold" – and this from Soo-Won! At this point, he too had simple desires.

"We don't have to be sick. Staying together...is pretty simple." "You're right. Soo-Won...Hak...let's play again tomorrow. Let's play forever and ever..." –I love Hak being the one to point out that they can just choose to stay together and here we basically get a promise of that, an expression of the intention to remain close forever. Ouch.

Now that childhood and that promise is forever tainted. Yona (and Soo-Won and Hak) will never get it back.

I wonder if his father's death is what tainted it for Soo-Won and changed his heart. And now with the death of her father, Yona is forced to experience the same.

Soo-Won threw all of this, the love and the friendship, away. And basically ruined it for all of them, but I feel it isn't just his fault. Whatever we're missing from the story of King Il and his brother will shed some light on this.

It's sad that now even happy memories must be viewed through this new lens. Yona can't think of Soo-Won or her father without feeling the weight of what happened.

The pain continues when Yona wakes from her memory-dream-nightmare to find Hak gone. Her facial expressions are such a journey! From panic to relief at seeing Hak to feeling the full weight of sadness and grief as reality sets in.

She had her father, Soo-Won, and Hak, but now Hak is all she has left.

"The three of us...always used to gaze up at the sky together. That sky is nowhere to be see now." 💔

What was and the future that could have been are gone. And Soo-Won isn't unaffected, even if he pretends to be. He remembers it all too.

The symbolic end of childhood.

Soo-Won lets Hak and Yona go. "You're going to let them live?"

"Now that they've left the palace, there's nothing they can do to us. Anyway...we've got more important things to do." – In spite of everything, Soo-Won still cares for them but hides his affection behind practical justifications.

Our broken trio. Three different expressions.

Soo-Won is angry and determined to follow the path he has set on. Yona is lost and sad. And interestingly, Hak still looks to the sky.

Does he think of Soo-Won?

[bubblegum-lipgloss]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄

cw: f!reader, dom!ei, sub!reader, porn w/ plot, but only sort of because I really just wanted to get to the sex, wlw, ei is back in inazuma here, absolute dumbass reader (but in a good way), make out session, neck/breast kisses, pussywhipped cunnilingus (reader receiving), minor thigh riding, not edited we die like tomo

in which a thief from the resistance gets caught up with the raiden shogun herself.

When you first saw the mighty Raiden Shogun, your heart stopped.

You were a common street thief, but a damn good one. For months now, you had been stealing private records and supplies from the clans under the Shogun- doing what you could to aid the resistance and bring trouble to those attempting to carry out the Vision Hunt Decree.

The Vision Hunt Decree had just been lifted, and of course you rejoiced with the other citizens of Inazuma. However, that all changed when Kujou Sara came knocking at your door under the Raiden Shogun's own orders.

You didn't know who did it. Perhaps a spy from one of the clans that had infiltrated the resistance, or maybe a higher-up from the rebellion who no longer saw a use for a common thief like you.

So when Sara arrived with a warrant for your arrest, you held your head high and went with her willingly. You knew that openly resisting the Shogun in this way would not end well for you, a young woman with a hydro vision that had scarcely seen battle. (Even if you did bother the soldiers with smug jokes that made Sara nearly knock you out every few minutes.)

And now, you were kneeling before her. You couldn't believe your eyes. Living on the outskirts of Narukami island, you had never seen the Shogun yourself, but had heard stories from other members of the resistance- that the Shogun secretly had five heads and claws for fingers, or that she was an ugly old crone who tricked the people into adoring her. But this... oh, never this.

The Raiden Shogun was striking. Your poor gay heart nearly burst at the sight of her. She had hair the color of galaxies- eyes that shone like supernovas. She had an air of power about her, which took her soft curves and the gentle outline of her breasts and made them look just as intimidating of the rest of her. In that moment, you weren't sure if you cared what your sentence would be, as long as she was the one giving it.

The Shogun approached the spot where you knelt, hands tied behind your back and held down by Sara's sandaled foot.

"So you are the thief who sabotaged my inner workings for months on end, hm?"

You nodded, the smug grin that Sara had tried so hard to slap off of your face before your arrival returning in full force. “And it was all worth it to be able to grovel before someone as fucking hot as you, lady Shogun.”

Dead silence. Just like you! Why did you say that, you were about to be murdered-

You felt a hard whack to the back of your head as a furious Sara slapped you. “I am so sorry Lady Shogun. She is… an insolent one.”

For a split second you could have sworn that the Shogun looked flushed- but you were positive you had imagined once the Shogun’s face molded itself into a seemingly icy glare.

“(l/n). I have brought you here to talk, not to… foolishly send such bold gestures of affection.” She cleared her throat at the guards holding you. “Untie her, if you please.”

Sara bit her lip. “But my lady-“

The Shogun held up a hand. “With all due respect, General… As much as you have helped me over the years and as much as I value your opinion, this is my call to make. I would like to speak with (l/n) privately about some of the documents she has stolen in the past.”

Sara steeled herself and signaled for a soldier to undo your bindings. “Forgive me for my disrespect, my Lady. Your wish is my command.”

The soldiers yanked you to your feet and shoved you towards the Shogun. You rubbed the back of your head where Sara had hit you, and followed after the goddess in front of you.

As the two of you entered the hallway behind the room you had just been in, you felt dull and worn next to the woman who now escorted you. Her own radiance made you look like an old coin next to the brightest lightning strike. But honestly, you weren’t complaining.

You didn't necessarily regret calling her fucking hot, but you silently wondered if you had signed your own death sentence.

As the two of you made your way down the hall at a brisk pace, Ei did not let you trail behind her like she often did with other mortals. She remained by your side, placing her hand on your hip of all things.

“So, (l/n). I believe you have taken many a classified document recently, yes?”

You nodded vaguely. “Yes, my lady.”

The Shogun raised a brow at that. “My lady now, hm? Do not think I missed the, ah… profanities you used on me mere minutes ago. You may as well call me Ei.”

“Oh… yes. I sort of just say what comes to mind when it comes. Sorry. Bad habit.” You bite your lip, trying to at least feign some regret if it upped your chances of survival past sunset.

The Shogun turned to you, seeming quite surprised in her own right. “What came to mind… so it was true, then? Not a failed ploy to distract me and escape?”

“No, I was too busy melting into a gay puddle to think about escape,” you said. Just telling it like it was, as usual.

The two of you remained silent for a few moments as the Shogun seemed to undergo an internal conversation. Finally, she smiled at you. "It seems that it would be best for you to remain in my dwelling until every single stolen document is re-written from your memory."

"What? I can't do that, I've barely even read any of the stolen documents!"

"Well then," the Shogun- or no, Ei, takes your hand with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "you'll be staying here for quite a while."

Her grip on your waist tightened, and you got the message loud and clear: two could play at this game.

This sent your mind reeling. Holy shit. Hoooooly shit. The actual Raiden Shogun was flirting with you instead of killing you? A woman like that was reciprocating your advances?

Well, it really wasn't your fault that you could barely form the words to respond.

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The next few weeks passed in a glorious blur for Ei. From the moment you opened your pretty mouth in front of her, she was smitten. Finding out that you seemed genuinely interested in her was a plus.

You tagged along to nearly every important meeting now, and it bewildered her subordinates to no end. Were you not a criminal? Why were you being treated as the Shogun's friend? Hell, you hadn't even been forced to start the task that Ei had given you of recreating the documents you stole!

Still, Ei found that she only had eyes for you. On the second day of your stay with her, she had accompanied you for lunch. Instead of the submission and terror that she so-often experienced, you seemed to treat her as a sort of friend. There was a memorable moment where you had been rambling and waving your hands as you recounted a wild adventure involving the resistance and a pack of stray hilichurls- but she had barely listened, resting her chin in her palm as she soaked in every little detail of the way you spoke.

Smitten was a silly understatement.

But it was not as though she was the only one, no. All it took was a brushing of a stray hair behind an ear, or a gentle touch on the thigh for you to become faint and mushy in her arms. For all of the ways you had taken charge upon your first meeting, Ei was definitely the one in charge here. It was only a pity that nothing had come of it.

Perhaps next time you made an advancement, she would give you both what you craved.

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You leaned back against the plush quilts Ei had supplied you with in your surprisingly luxurious bedroom. For a supposed prisoner, you were truly living the life of a princess. Velvet pillows, golden archways… You had a sneaking suspicion of why that was, however. From your experiences, it seemed as though Ei may be taken with you, possibly even as much as you were with her.

Barbatos, you hoped so.

You hated to admit how the woman had you wrapped around her finger. Weren't you supposed to be the insufferable flirt? Apparently not, because Ei left you a blushing, stuttering mess almost daily now.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Those thoughts came to a close as the Raiden Shogun knocked on your door. You knew it was her- it was always her.

You opened the door with a smile, and Ei greeted you with a warm smile. She held out a box of small paper-wrapped candies. "Yae brought them back for me from a venture into Fontaine."

You took one of the candies and thanked her excitedly, popping it into your mouth. She sat on your bed, and the two of you began chatting away like schoolgirls, blissfully ignorant of the fact that one of you was one of the most powerful women in existence.

As the two of you finished off the candies, you noticed that a patch of sticky pink sugar had stuck to Ei's lips. "You have a little something, just there." You pointed to her lips.

She took her hand to wipe it off, but it was clearly more than she was expecting, as her hand quickly became just as much of a mess as her mouth had just been.

You shot her a smirk and took her hand playfully, pulling it towards your mouth- acting as though you were going to lick her fingers clean, only to pull back at the last second.

A second of stillness passed. Then another.

Something in the Shogun's gaze changed. What had been soft and excitable was now focused and so very hungry.

Ei placed a clean finger under your chin and tilted your face up to look at her. Your lips parted as you made a sound of surprise, and she slipped the tip of a sweet finger inside. You jumped on the opportunity, of course. You took her wrist in your hand and began kissing down it, letting your tongue flit in and out to lap up the sweet mixture that she'd covered herself with. As your tongue traced her palm, you moaned against it softly. Her gaze never left you.

You had once thought of yourself as a dominant person. Now, you knew that had never been true. Your only thoughts were obey, obey, obey.

As you finished cleaning Ei's delicate fingers, she traced your cheek with a perfect knuckle and leaned in, before gently pressing her lips to yours.

Oh, fuck.

You groaned in response to the softness of her lips and she placed her hand on the back of your head, pushing you closer to her. You got the hint.

What started out gentle quickly became hot and messy, with your tongues intertwined and strings of saliva connecting you each time you had to part for air.

She tasted like candy.

The fierceness of your kisses continued to grow as Ei ran her fingers through your hair and you wrapped your arms around her neck. You dared to go farther and inched forward, moving one leg onto her lap and waiting to see if she took the invitation.

In an instant, you were being pulled onto her lap as Ei practically shoved her tongue down your throat. You shuddered, both of you recognizing the weeks worth of pent-up desire that was now being released in the blink of an eye.

When Ei removed her lips from yours, you nearly cried out in the feeling of cold. However, your neediness was soon satiated when the Shogun began peppering kisses down your jawline and becoming more and more frantic as she moved down to your neck. Her kisses became openmouthed and sloppy, gentle bites leaving swollen skin and sensitive flesh in their wake.

Her teeth found your collar, and her hands moved from your hair to desperately claw your shirt open. She slid a palm up your stomach and cupped the curve of your breast, and you gasped in her arms. She tweaked and rubbed your sensitive nipples, drinking in every moan like she was a dying woman and you were her salvation.

She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your nipple. It sent a jolt of pleasure straight to the deepest pits of your stomach, and you shivered. Then she opened her mouth, and all thoughts escaped you.

Ei's tongue was magical. It sucked and rolled, moving your nipples in all the right ways as you made all the most adorable sounds in her arms. It was the most incredible thing you had ever felt, and your next movement felt almost instinctual. You adjusted yourself so that your legs were spread overtop of one of Ei's, and slowly began to grind. You held onto her robes, moving so your clit was at least somewhat exposed to her thigh, and rolled your hips. You gasped, trying to generate more friction as you moved.

The other woman froze in place, allowing your nipples to pop out of her perfect mouth as her gaze locked you down. Finally, the first words were spoken.

"Oh darling, don't do that."

You stopped.

Ei pulled you off of her lap and set you down on the bed, before laying you down and pulling off your leggings. A new level of heat found its way to your face as you realized where this was going.

The Shogun slowly pried your legs apart, and found herself gazing at the most sensitive parts of you. They were covered, now. She wanted that to change. Her index fingers met your waistband, and she pulled your underwear down, discarding then without a care as she stared at just how soaked you were between your legs.

A slender finger slid down the length of your slit, so featherlight that it made you gasp. Rather than shoving her fingers in like the oh-so-incompetent male partners you’d had in the past, Ei slid the length of her finger against your sex so that it just barely spread your lips. Up, and down. Up, and down.

Her other hand traced its way up your thigh, squeezing gently as it made its way to meet the other. She placed a thumb on each side of your slit and began to spread you apart. The cold air combined with her firm touch brought tears to your eyes.

Ei lowered her head to your stomach, letting her warm breath brush your abdomen before moving down. She placed her lips on your spread pussy and allowed her tongue to slide free from her mouth.

Celestia.

Your mind wend completely blank, Ei’s tongue sliding into your holes like they were created to be there. She sucked and rolled your clit on her tongue, making you throb in a way that it never had before. You were moaning, but you didn’t know that- the only thought in your mind was Ei, and the only sounds coming from your mouth were mewls.

Ei stopped only to gasp for air before diving back in, grabbing your thighs and forcing your body to grind into her tongue. You could no longer tell what was saliva and what was your own slick- If Ei had to choose a last meal, it would be you.

You felt a knot forming in your stomach as you frantically moaned her name. It coiled tighter and tighter until with one beautiful suck, it released. Hot, thick cum poured onto Ei’s perfect tongue, and she lapped it up eagerly. She shoved her tongue as deep as she could inside of you, desperately drinking all of the cum she could find. When she was satisfied with her work, she finally pulled back.

Your chest heaved as your glazed eyes made eye contact with Ei’s, and she couldn’t help but notice the adorable rise and fall of your breasts. She crawled on top of you, taking your face in her hands and softly telling you how good you were.

At that moment, the impossible task of rewriting every stolen document seemed like the greatest blessing in the world.

[newyorkkiss]

new work... the culmination of one month but more like two days. long, long, long breakdown bee low.

had the idea for this ever since dan made this tweet calling himself and the band the good boys lol. thought it would translate well to some kind of scrappy collage-y thing which i somehow end up continuing to make, maybe this is just my design path. my vibe per-se. created this file like nearly a month ago now and couldn't really hack out where i wanted it to go and sort of shelved it knowing something would click for it eventually, which it did! i was starting work on something else (that i'm going to scrap in favor of something more accurate to what i wanted, that will appear soon enough) and inadvertently figured out that this is what i had in mind for this intentionally and it had to be done.

started by hand cutting w a x-acto all the lettering for this and scanning it. i knew i could just go do all this digitally and whatever but i enjoy physical elements in my work as it makes it more personal and "real". unfortunately my actual letters scanned looked incredibly dodgy and i couldn't repair them, so the letters are just overlays using the same paper i had already pre-scanned for textures.

the picture cutouts kind of gave me more hell than i intended – all pink at the start, re-cut 2-3 times because they were feathered wrong or dissolved from magic eraser (my own fault!)

here is a early wip from 3 days ago

anyways i really hacked it the fuck out last night for a good 5, maybe 6 hours where i re-cut everything, re-colored from a new set of swatches and started to create a full arrangement of what i had in mind. i ended up settling on this icky yellow background because it did contrast nicely with the pinks/blues/purples in the text and photos. added some names which i just cut from the letters i already had and some lasso as a placeholder.

i tried to fill in the background with this extremely claustrophobic wave-y shit. i could have ended up keeping this had i had the patience to deal with evening out paths – a tedious task that i'm still quite rickety at.

so i scrapped that and went to bed completely unsatisfied.

however, as soon as i added that yellow background i was like holy fuck i'm making a ode to de la soul's 3 feet and rising and earlier i did attempt to make something in that vein in order to fill the dead space. it didn't look good, so i scrapped it and pretty much overhauled it all again...

a literal mess 👆

keeping the outline on the photos bc i think that actually made them pop just that little more, i desperately needed to create something to fill the dead space. so i re-built a background based on the pre-made .psd i used to back the spoon thing from a few months ago because i didn't want to reuse the same backing for a second time – poor practice! found what i needed amongst the sea of resources and made something nice and unique. added and recolored some scribbles and arranged them from there. boosted up the text by making it look a little more cut out than what it originally was. ended up with the final product above!

some details 👇

all credit of the photos goes to poisonous.culture on ig too btw, those pics alone really did help me come up w some direction in the first place! although i really wish the pic used of dan b was better :(

turns out i made error so actual final above jrihgdfjkhgskd error cast in iron here though SORRy uguhjdf sjhf sorry ben i cannot beleive i Renamed u. jhfbkjdfhbgklvjsd I KNEWWW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG W IT BUT COULDNT PUT MY FINGER ON ITT HGSDHFHHJJHGJGSFDGHJSFGHJSGHSFGHSGHJ fail moment

[captain-radioactive-mentality]

A Shot to Remember

“Ha!” Shepard punched the air in excitement. “That’s another point for me!” Looking up at Garrus, Raven smirked. “Still think you’re going to win?”

Garrus’ mandibles twitched before he huffed out a fake frustrated breath. “Oh, I’m still going to win. I’m the best sniper on the Citadel after all.”

Raven snorted out a laugh. “Oh? Is that so?”

“Won every competition C-Sec had.” Garrus gave her his best smirk.

“Pshh.” Shepard waved a hand dismissively. “They don’t know the ass end of their gun from the tip of the barrel.”

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“Take the shot!” Doing her best to shout over the roar of gunfire Raven struggled against the Batarian's hold. They were ambushed, surrounded on all sides by the ship full of slavers. Someone had tipped them off. There was no way they’d know where the Normandy would land otherwise.

His hands shook as Garrus lined up the shot. If he was off by even a hair’s breadth he’d hit her instead. For the first time ever Garrus was afraid to pull the trigger. It had always been easy before, there were never any immediate repercussions, but now? Now Shepard was in the crosshairs. One wrong move and he’d lose his everything.

“Damn it, Garrus!” Tossing a few slavers away with his biotics Kaidan shouted over at the Turian. “Take the shot!”

Gulping down a deep breath Garrus steeled his nerves, forced his hands to steady, and pulled the trigger. That single moment felt like a hundred years as he waited for the bullet to reach its mark.

His heart stopped when Shepard dropped out of sight, her form no longer outlined by the notches in his scope. Garrus was frozen to that spot, his gaze locked onto his scope. A few painfully long seconds ticked by before Raven’s head popped back up into view. He’d managed to clear the shot.

Looking up from the scope Garrus returned to the fight, the roar of gunfire nearly muffled by the sound of his heart pounding in his head. Sucking in a deep breath Garrus forced himself to relax before rejoining the fray. “Firing a concussive shot!”

The shot hit a Batarian square in the face, knocking him back from his spot behind Kaidan. The biotic whirled around, ready to fire his pistol before he picked up what had happened. He offered Garrus a small wave in thanks before launching back into the crowd.

Soon enough silence overtook the battlefield, the Batarians were quickly picked off by a calculated combination of cryo blasts, sniper shots, and incendiary grenades. Once they were sure no other enemies would rush them the trio regrouped near the shuttle.

“Intel dropped the ball on that one.” Kaidan grumbled. Flexing his back a bit he tried to stretch out his tense muscles. He would never admit it but his body still ached, even though he was cleared for active duty.

Shepard huffed out a frustrated breath. “You don’t say.” Raven’s hands came to rest on her hips as she looked over the bloody field. “Batarians weren’t even supposed to be in this sector, and with the Hegemony on our side I assumed we wouldn’t have to deal with their bullshit right now.”

“Hey, old habits die hard.” Kaidan sighed. “They probably saw the chance at a quick buck and ran with it.”

“They could have been indoctrinated. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised.” With crossed arms, Garrus looked Shepard over. “Are you okay, Shepard? I was worried I’d hit you.”

Raven hummed and turned her attention to the Turian. “Eh, not a bad shot, Vakarian.” Shepard rolled her right shoulder. “Just barely nicked me.” She smirked. “A little more practice and you’ll really be the best sniper on the Citadel.”

Releasing the breath Garrus hadn’t noticed he’d been holding he groaned. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Raven chuckled. “You love me and you know it.”

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I hope you like it @finchmarie!

I tried to capture Raven’s personality and her relationship with Garrus as best I could, and I thought a competative moment and a fight scene would work well for them. :)

Happy late Holidays!

[deeplyclosetedjameswilson]

authors notes :)

house!wilson absolutely is not long for this world :( my original outline had the fic ending with his funeral (i mentioned this in a comment) because i think he consistently does insanely risky things for patients

i played faaaaast and looooooose with the experimental antipsychotic wilson is taking. in reality a) a good chunk of the investigational antipsychotics i studied specifically did not cause extrapyramidal symptoms b) wilson's twitch presents as more of a regular myoclonus rather than a tremor or dystonia you'd see in antipsychotics anyways. so....real side effect? psychosomatic? much to consider

wilson!house was by far the hardest part of this fic. i like to think about how house and wilson's dynamic shifted after the c-word...it seemed like house was a lot more open about caring about wilson (obviously). he's a lot like canon house on the exterior but i think he spends a lot more time fretting about wilson than in canon. canon house doesn't let wilson join his poker night until pushed. w!house gets irritated when house!wilson tries to skip poker night to mope, pulls up to wilson's apartment, and bangs on the door until wilson comes out or gets a noise complaint.

w!house absolutely saw pain management as a puzzle and went well lets get you on an opioid rotation schedule. unfortunately wilson is ass about taking his medication so it doesn't work as well as it should. in this universe bonnie picked the myectomy but wilson blames himself for not being lucid enough to disagree. ergo the self-punishment (which pisses house off to no end!!)

i didn't mention house's specialty on purpose, because i struggled to see house as an oncologist without a significant change to his backstory (mom dying of cancer and meeting an oncologist who was able to narrow down her tumor/prognosis bounced around in my head for a little bit but i didn't want to write a whole expanded universe). however i love how canon wilson is an oncologist, the specialty that probably prescribes the most pain meds out there, the palliative care and how...wilsonian it all is. so...w!house neither an oncologist nor not an oncologist.

similarly, i hinted at diagnostician wilson, because the thought of oncologist wilson throwing himself against the wall patient after patient to try and cure cancer seemed like a dead end both for his character and for the fic. so...he's a diagnostician, but he's definitely better about seeing patients. maybe him and house just do a bunch of consults together instead of a full diagnostics "department"

"no matter how dark the glass you look through" is derived from the phrase "through a glass darkly" from 1 corinthians 13:12, which many, many works derive their name from. most relevant: some mirrorverse episodes of star trek and a rolling stones compilation album. its also referenced in "love, love, love" by the mountain goats ("Now we see things as in a mirror dimly, Then we shall see each other face to face"). think of that when you think of house and wilson staring at each other on a dark street before a passing car illuminates them for just a second.

canon house wears almost exclusively nikes. house!wilson wears almost exclusively new balances.

just posted i have always known you, my take on a more house!wilson and a more wilson!house, inspired by this art by @cicadahead (please go show his art some love!). it was really interesting to see what stayed the same and what shifted in this new dynamic. i have it tagged as gen but you of course can read as hilson. i think these men are in love with eachother whatever label you put on it

[mbb-project-entity]

Chapter 53

Sarah walked back into her apartment, the taste of cum still in her mouth. Walking in, she saw the bathroom door open, “Sarah, what do you think?” Lacey walked out of the bathroom and Sarah gave a big smile. Lacey had her face done up in full chola style. Her lips were bright red and outlined in a sharp black line. She had dark rimmed eyes and silver eye shadow coating her eyes all the way up to her eyebrows. Those were shaved off and drawn back on in an even higher curved arch than she previously had. Her newly black hair was set into a large pomp on the top of her head, her permed locks coming down the sides of her head. It was perfect, mostly, except she still looked like her and her look didn’t match the bright green shoulder strap dress she wore at all.

“Looking hot there honey,” Sarah encouraged, “but those clothes don’t fit the style. You saw what they wear—like, you’re doing it wrong still.”

Lacey pouted, “I know but I don’t have anything like that chica!” Wow, Sarah thought, she was really getting into this whole chola thing.

“It’s cool, I can still use all your old stuff. Like, just buy new clothes. It’s really those giant boobs of yours that are the problem now. They make you look horrible.”

“Oh damn girl! Should I like, get them smaller or something? I don’t wanna look silly…”

“Let me see,” Sarah walked up to Lacey and began examining her figure, “yeah. You totally gotta fix this shit. But like, leave it to me, k? I know what work you can get done to make you look fuckable again.”

“Mmm yeah. I can’t wait to show James the new me.”

“Me neither. Those boobs really have to go though, it’s the only way. Here, like, I’m gonna make you this list of things to take to the doctor, and just agree to all of them. You’re gonna be totally cute, k?”

“Alright chica, gracias,” Lacey smiled, as she watched Sarah grab some paper and start writing notes for her. “You just rest; I know you hate working because you’re so lazy anyway. You’re like, probably totally happy that I’m doing this.”

“Haha you got me chica. You can stay there as long as you fuckin’ like,” Lacey tried smiling through the bandages but Sarah couldn’t tell.

Lacey was out for another month, and Sarah easily filled in for her at work. True to her word, no one even noticed she was gone, or that she looked different. One of the other secretaries mentioned her new, more blonde hair color but that was it. She easily picked up on who all her friends were thanks to many conversations with Lacey, but it was clear to her that they weren’t real friends. They were the fake friends that girls like her tended to have, so none of them thought she acted strange at all. Apparently being dressed this sexily is okay at her work, Sarah thought. She also went on a number of dates with James, who didn’t even realize it was Sarah he was going out with. This was partially due to the fact that she chose to go somewhere with him and get drunk every date, but also because she gave him her special spray as a gift, and he used it every date. She could tell because he always smelled of figs. She had also gotten used to giving him blowjobs at the end of every night, he said he liked them so she figured she’d do it, it’s not like she hated giving them. One night she had come home, and Lacey greeted her, still in bandages. She looked at Sarah and squinted a little.

“Hey chica, who you been fucking?”

Sarah heard the sounds of some video on Lacey’s laptop, it sounded like some Hispanic woman talking. It looked like Lacey was still ‘studying’ her new style as instructed. “Like, what are you talking about?”

“Your chin, you got jizz on it chica.”

She wiped it off casually, licking it off her finger, “whatevers.”

“You must really like the cock huh? Fuck, I miss my baby’s cock too. I can’t wait to see him again.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Mm, you want some sex advice chica?” She didn’t but Lacey offered anyway, “Let the guys cum on your face. You don’t have to eat it that way, and it makes guys all hot. Also not wearing panties helps. If you don’t wear them it’s so much faster to the fucking, yeah?”

“Yeah, I know, I told you,” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Anyways, I have a date next week too, so like, I’ll be sure to follow your advice, okay honey,” she said condescendingly.

“K chica, laters.” Sarah walked off and Lacey turned back to her monitor, mouthing the words she heard in the video, trying to mimic them perfectly.

It was the evening and Sarah had just finished getting ready for her date with James. She was wearing a strapless bright yellow dress, to go with her yellow heels. She hoped the dress wasn’t too short; she decided to not wear any panties today, figuring she’d try to get to the sex more quickly tonight. She figured she only had to go on dates for a couple more months, and then she could move to the next step. As she planned out her moves, Lacey came home. She had gotten her bandages removed early in the morning, but Sarah hadn’t seen her all day.

“Wow, like, you’ve been busy.”

“Orale chica, what you think?” Sarah thought the surgeons were genius. They did everything she wrote and it looked exactly as she had hoped. Lacey’s breasts were nonexistent now, not even an A-cup, she now had the chest of a prepubescent boy. It was made all the more obvious by the white bandeau top lying across her flat chest, with a red checkered shirt on top of it. Down below she had on black leather shorts, which were loose fitting despite being extra small, since all the fat from her ass and thighs were removed, making that area skinny and flat. She also still had a buttplug in her, remembering Sarah’s previous advice. On her feet she wore generic white basketball shoes with no socks.

“You look hot, honey, so hot.” Sarah saw that her face had been done up as well. Her features no longer looked like her own, as they now looked more Mexican than Caucasian. Her eyes were heavily outlined in black, and her eyelids were coated in frost blue eye shadow. Her eyebrows were now tattooed on, arched in such a way as to make her look slightly angry even if she wasn’t. Her lipliner was also tattooed on, and her lips, now also much thinner than the plump, juicy ones that Sarah sported, were a pale silver pink. She also now had a blue bandana on her head, and she was adorned with piercings, one on her eyebrow, a monroe piercing, and 3 in each ear, each hole sporting a larger gold earring than the first.

Lacey picked at the gum she was chewing with her blood red inch long nails, “Thanks mami.” The two stood together, Sarah about 4 inches taller in her heels. With her new looks, clothing, and shapeless body, Sarah thought that Lacey now looked nothing like her, and more like a 16 year old Mexican gangster girl. Just then the door, which had been left ajar, opened. James stepped in.

Lacey smiled and looked James in the eye, “Ay papi!”

“Lacey!” James wasn’t looking at Lacey though. He walked straight to Sarah and kissed her full on the lips, much to the surprise of the actual Lacey.

“What the fuck is this James?! You trying to fuck with me or something, eh esay?”

“Um, excuse me? Do I know you?” James looked confused.

Sarah responded first, “Like, don’t mind her honey.”

“Don’t mind me? And what the fuck is with the ‘honey’?? I’m Lacey, James, why did you do that stupid shit again? What’s wrong with you?”

“Um, what are you talking about? You’re Lacey?” James looked amused. “As if you could compete with someone like her, little girl. It’s alright; I’m sure you’ll find a nice boyfriend in your high school.”

Sarah thought he was being pretty heartless, but she’d realized when he left that he was that kind of guy. Lacey was still furious, “High school? Fuck you! You can’t deal with this! I’m gonna fuck you up little bitch, come here!”

Lacey started to move to James, who had stepped back, but Sarah stepped between them and pushed Lacey away. “James, uh, why don’t you go downstairs, I’ll meet you in the car baby, k? I just need to deal with my friend here.”

“Alright baby, but you keep some weird friends.”

James headed down and Lacey directed her anger at Sarah. “What the fuck Sarah? You’re not Lacey! You can’t be me! You’re trying to steal my life! You took my looks, my job, and now my boyfriend! I’ll fucking kill you chica!”

Sarah walked briskly to the bedroom. Lacey yelled as she followed, “Where the fuck you going?!”

Sarah reached for her spray, and quickly turned around and sprayed Lacey in the face, “I’m more Lacey than you are now, little chica.”

Sarah pushed Lacey onto the bed, and sprayed her again to stun her before she could react. Grabbing the nearest dildo, she began working it in and out of Lacey’s pussy.

“I’m Lacey! Do you hear me? You’re just some poor ghetto Mexican bitch. I was always Lacey, and you envied me!”

“No! Fuck you! You’re not Lacey!”

Sarah began spraying continuously while working Lacey with the sex toy. Lacey began getting wet and the room filled with the smell of honey and vanilla as Sarah yelled, “I AM Lacey! You’re just a high school drop out! A little teenage bitch who fucks around and can’t keep a boyfriend! That’s why you’re jealous of me and James!”

“I-I want to be Lacey,” Lacey whimpered, feeling horny from the dildo in her.

“You can’t, because I am. You’re just Juanita! Juanita Lopez, the poor little bitch who can’t get shit.”

“You…ah! You’re the bitch, Lacey! You’re a mean bitch who just wants to steal boyfriends!”

“That’s right little Juanita, because I’m you. I’m the little slut whore bitch now, stealing boyfriends for money. It feels shitty doesn’t it, knowing someone who did that to you? Well that was you, and now it’s me, Lacey. You stay there and think about how shitty your life is while I go fuck James. You can just lay there and think about finding a job at Burger King, and how you hope the condom doesn’t break when you’re fucking some random college student you fall in love with in the gas station. Enjoy making yourself orgasm all night long, Juanita,” Sarah said as she walked out of the room, and feeling like quite the mean person now, she turned and smiled, “I know I will.” She left the apartment to meet up with James, grabbing the strap-on on her way out, and leaving the newly christened Juanita to masturbate herself with the dildo, feeling good now but knowing that she would be sore before morning.

A few months had passed, and Lacey, now Juanita, was forced to move out by Sarah. She had moved into a cheap apartment in the bad part of town and had gotten a part-time job at the burger king there. It was all she could get right now, her skill set was already limited as Lacey, but now with her attitude and chola look, many an employer turned her away. She even tried to get a job at a strip club but with her completely flat chest they wouldn’t even let her work in the back.

[lale-txt]

⚡️ (n.sfw) spicy drabbles on not wearing panties in public w/ Izou, Roger (+ Rayleigh) & Kid

a/n: i saw all your thirsty tags on my latest headcanons and i am here to offer you even more smut because this scenario has my brain in a chokehold. tell me other characters i should write for that scenario, i'll see what i can do hehe

contains: afab!reader (no pronouns), exhibitionism, dirty talk, penetration (reader receiving), light choking, fingering (reader receiving), let me know if i'm missing anything

Izou

"Quiet, my love. Or the others will notice." You lower your head and cover your mouth with one hand, trying hard to suppress your moans. The view you had was quite delicate - Izous slender fingers that had pulled up your dress just enough to barely cover the wet mess between your legs, now sliding in and out of you, curling them up a little when they were inside of you while his thumb rubbed your clit in small circles. The fact that you were surrounded by all your crew mates on deck made it even more thrilling. Izou even made some smalltalk across the table, smiling through the whole evening ever since you revealed to him what was going on under your dress when you left your shared cabin, flashing him your bare ass with a smirk over your shoulder as you stood in the doorframe. "Cheeky brat.", he hissed, grinning as he followed you upstairs where the others were already having a party. It didn't take long until his hand wandered up your thighs under the table, stroking them gently until you were fidgeting on your seat next to him, silently begging him to touch you more. Izou barely looked at you, keeping up his friendly facade as he ran his fingers up and down your pulsating slit, dripping wet already from his teasing. Just when you thought you couldn't take it any more and were about to ask Izou for a place more private, he took your hand in his, guiding it to the outlines of his hard cock under his kimono. You could feel it throbbing through the expensive fabric. He guides your hand further, pulling his kimono to the side just a little bit, enough to give you a glimpse of his bare porcelain skin. Obviously you weren't the only one who felt cheeky today...

Roger (and a bit of Rayleigh oops)

"Wanna take a ride?" Roger's lips almost touch your skin as he leans forward to whisper into your ear, his voice hoarse and hungry. When you took his hand in the corner of the dark bar and guided it underneath your dress, letting him feel that you weren't wearing any panties, he had pulled you in his lap, his arms casually wrapped around your hips. Just a normal couple in a bar, sharing drinks with their friends... except that your captain's cock was pressed against your ass cheeks through the thin fabric of your dress. Both of you were such a tease. You grinded on the bulge in his pants in tiny circles, his clothed cock rubbing between you wet folds. Roger's hands were all over your body, his fingers running up your thighs, squeezing your ass as you arch your back. You tried to keep a straight face since you were out in public but damn, Roger, you were making this hard. Quite literally. "Lift your hips a bit.", he groans, only audible for your ears. You do as he says and reach over the table for an ashtray, trying to make it look natural and not as if you were waiting to be filled up by your captain in a dark bar, surrounded by all your friends and crew mates. With your juices running down your thighs already, Roger spread your cheeks a little so he could enter your hot core fully, grinning as you lowered yourself back into his lap again, taking in every inch of him. With an unlit cigarette dangling from your lips you try to keep a stern face as your walls were clenching around his cock, wishing he would just fuck you with full force on this shabby table. You want to let out a moan so badly but you can't. "Need fire?", Rayleigh asks from the other end of the table, holding up a lighter. Roger chuckles behind you, pushing you deeper down on his cock with his hands on your hips. The first mate's eyes were pinned on you both, a big smirk on his lips. Someone else might join the fun...

Kid

"I'm going to fucking ruin you." Kid's voice was cold as he thrusted relentlessly into the wet core of yours from behind, his hand around your neck as he kissed your back coarsely, leaving lipstick marks everywhere. Your whole skin felt as if it was on fire under his touch. You craved him so much. Your captain was a rough in every way but you could tell he loved you with his whole heart by the way he looked at you when you were alone, how he hissed your name under his breath every time he shoved his throbbing cock inside of you, how he kissed you with the hunger of a feral animal, spitting in your open mouth while you were on your knees like a prayer. When you spread your legs in front of him at the restaurant, revealing the sweet nothing you had underneath your dress, he almost flipped the table over as he grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you around the corner in the next dimly lit alley. By the time he pulled down his pants and grinded his cock between your folds you were already dripping wet, a heat burning you up from the inside that called out his name over and over again. Kid slid his hand into the pockets of your dress and pulled out your panties, giving you a sly look before he stuffed that naughty mouth of yours with them, muffling your moans when he finally shoved himself inside of you, hitting just the right spots. Time and space seemed to disappear as he pounded you against the wall, you accepted each of Kid's thrusts with a shudder, as if your whole body only existed to be filled up by him, your missing piece to make you feel whole. He ruined you in the most delicate way possible, licking up your tears as he fucked you with a ravenous hunger that could never be sastisfied.

[silverflqmes]

HELP IWOWSHJE YOU THINK IM FUNNY??😻 im kidding.. let me be normal🫡

im sure it’ll be great!! would fr read your og work if you’re producing content this solid😩 BUT YEAH IDK SEFIKURA JUST GOT SOMETHING THAT HAD ME GASPING FOR AIR ITS JUST LIKE?? they’re so complex and despite being enemies they literally understand one another the best?? it’s just so insane to me honestly how similar yet so different that they are- it intrigues me to see how they progress throughout the games ( i’ve only played remake — which i finished almost two weeks ago i wanna say, playing cc now as im answering actually😭, ec and watched ac ), but i have limited time since i gotta start up college in september and wont have a console at my disposal since im leaving it behind probs</3

i myself have not written much for sefikura — just got one thing up on my acc which was an intrusive / analysis drabble while i was playing remake and got to the edge of creation😵‍💫 cuz writing oneshots is not something i often do unless i have an idea and i just need to get it OUT of my brain😭 otherwise i occupy myself with my lengthier fics on wattpad — which are for haikyuu😭 but since i’ve been brain rotting sm abt ff7 i decided to indulge just a little bit to try my hand at writing it<3

DIALOGUE?? honestly, valid cuz whenever i read their interactions in your fics it’s just crazy how on point they both are. dialogue fr is super important to writing which im trying to work on rn as i write my original story cuz i gotta remember speech mannerisms, behavior, stuff like that so characters are differentiated!! hmm, tbh listening to voices does make sense cuz somehow you had me hearing their voices for certain lines so good job on that, cuz you hella succeeded😩 agreed tho character / relationship development, whether or not established is important and i think you handle it rlly well along with the progression throughout your stories, granted i was VERY MUCH on the edge of my seat during the last chance w the whole tifa thing😭 ITS HONESTLY A RELIEF THAT YOU DO HAPPY ENDINGS cuz STAR WARS RUINED ME TBH so getting a happy ending for a change is so refreshing🧎‍♀️HOKANO ATE AT ME IT WAS 4AM AND I COULD NOT SLEEP UNTIL I FINISHED READING😭 when i got to the end i was like ohmygod are they gonna die?? but still a good fic i rlly loved the concept<3 angst just has me some way😔

BAKAHWKWWJ A SCORPIO?? okay okay it does explain a bit LMAO slay scorpio rep<3 yeah im just naturally impatient😵‍💫 and just spontaneous when it comes to writing.. deadass i would open up my books and just go in while thinking of stuff along the way ( basically, no plan minus the outline i make.. )

but i agree with what you mean abt having smtn to look forward to, i used to do that but keeping a schedule became a little difficult these last few years so i just kinda posted stuff whenever i could :’) at times i might also lose inspo and shift over to another fic but atm ive just been focusing on one full on fic since i fleshed it out the most and just a bit of a happy place for me🫶 i understand w your fics tho cuz seph and cloud are pretty different in each story from what i saw! PLS I TRIED TO DO A SHIP WEEK ONCE FOR A PAIRING AND I DID NOT LAST😭 i was like aint no way i cannot keep up like this.. but what you produced was chef’s kiss honestly, loved<3 PLS I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO RESPOND AGAIN I WAS LIKE OH!!

DEFINITELY HAD A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE🫣 i went into the theater completely blind to what was gonna happen and was surprised to see so many ppl?? and honestly ate up the whole movie — like ik there are mixed opinions regarding it but it was so good??? and when sephiroth showed up at the end i was completely GONE my eyes were fr glued to the screen it was just insane and the fight was so well put together??? 12/10 movie🗣️ OOOO THAT SOUNDS COOL honestly i wish i’d gotten into ff at a younger age but growing up i was super immersed in tekken and star wars ( mainly ), it’s where a lot of my inspiration comes from😵‍💫 probably why i like sephiroth sm too cuz he reminds me of anakin a lot.. but yeah, i held off on tapping into ff since school was out for blood with me🫡 so i’m grinding and indulging in whatever i can now before uni starts for me😭 BAHAHAHA she has no intentions of allowing me any escape i fear.. BRO FFN AS IN FANFICTION.NET?? i have not heard abt that site in so long oml.. i started there too back in 2017😭😭 i was into fairy tail at the time :’) but i shifted over to wp and now juggle wp and tumblr.. online ive been writing i wanna say for about seven years?? but writing ive been doing since i was about eight yrs old ( currently nineteen😵‍💫 ) geez i feel old now as well looking back at everything i wrote😭😭

HAJQHSJS YEAH E2L😭😭 last year i was reading so many fantasy enemies to lovers books that i picked up the lingo readers often used..😶‍🌫️ BUT IT SO IS THE BEST DYNAMIC! it just goes harder than it should😩 zakkura is cute but i feel you on that i need complexity i need ANGST i need shit to go down, the touch her / him and you die, the who hurt you, stakes, conflict, build up — SLOW BURN AND THE BANTER OML like i need all of that bc when they get together there’s just- this satisfaction where you’re like FUCK YEAH!! ahem but yeah😭 i agree, zakkura is more comforting and just sweet, very much on the healing side — its good when you need hella fluff</3 but they’re also the definition of right person, wrong time / not enough time🥹 ff7 is so cruel</3

IM FR LIVING FOR SEPHIROTH TEASING THE HELL OUT OF CLOUD AND GETTING ON HIS NERVES😭 its just so GOOD. so satisfying to read🫣 ZACK IS SUCH A BESTI FR!! we love him for supporting his buddies<3 i cant wait to see more!! and yes😭 i read everything a little throughout the month since your style was just so refreshing to read<3

the last chance was so good honestly i rlly liked the way you explored what was essentially a hypothetical of sephiroth returning again — i was so worried the whole time that smtn would happen to him but then i was like happy ending happy ending ( me on copium basically ) and it all went well<3 it was so cute to see sephi with the kids🥹

fr?? honestly i can see what you mean, i did notice it was a bit on the darker side which made me curious to see how you would handle the story — but i hope you’re doing okay now!! make sure you’re taking care of yourself!! but yup it helps to write whenever things are tough tbh, best way to get stuff out :’) looking forward to seeing the reunion yupyup<3

BAHAHHA DW I WROTE A LOT TOO SO YOURE GOOD😭

hi hi not necessarily an ask but i wanted to tell you that your works are so good??? like i’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that your stories are not the canon plot of ff7 AND YET IT FEELS SO REALISTIC BECAUSE YOU PORTRAY THE CHARACTERS SO WELL??? i fr almost gaslighted myself for a second there BAHAHAHA ahem, anyway, really love your style of writing, it’s so refreshing to me<3 literally got me giddy and looking forward to fic updates for the first time in awhile?? i’ve been in a reading slump for a good minute and your sefikura fics dragged me out in the most emotional yet spicy way possible IDK HOW YOU DO IT WITH THE WAY TAG TEAMING SMUT AND ANGST SO LANGUIDLY, LITERALLY GOT ME UGLY CRYING ONE MINUTE AND THEN SCREAMING THE NEXT

the power you hold oml but anyway — all in all it’s immaculate, eating it up fr🧎‍♀️ can’t wait to read more!!

and ummmm.. my bad for the word vomit i fr had to simp on main and show my appreciation🫡 have a good rest of your day / night!!<33

Wow, thank you so much! 😱 It’s not everyday I get praised like that, and I’m so honored you like my work that much! 🥰 I love to write, and I have original work on the backburner indefinitely because sefikura has stolen my soul for all eternity, haha. And I know exactly what you mean, I was so disappointed that fics I liked a lot only updated once a year or were left unfinished and I just...got so fed up with it that I decided I’d rather just spend my time writing my own than keep trying to read them. That’s why I’ll never leave a story unfinished(though sequels may take a while to appear). My comments section on AO3 is open to both users and guests, so you are always free to scream about it there or here, I don’t mind in the slightest! It makes me excited to post when you’re excited for the update, too! 

Out of curiosity, which story got you hooked on my work? 👀 In Death is my current fic that has 5 chapters left, and I’ll post one every single Friday until it’s complete, with chapter 15 coming out in just a couple days~! Ahh, the reunion is almost at hand! I also made a special image for the final chapter, and I can’t wait to share it. :) Thank you for leaving me such a lovely comment, I’m truly honored to receive it! 💖💖

[wildernessuntothemselves]

How Do You Do

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: smut

Summary: Chan is the thottie life guard at your beach that’s been trying to het into your pants since forever but hasn’t exactly earned it. 

“It’s the big event today.” Chan’s voice rings out from over the counter, and you get up from trying to look for a certain bottle of liquor to look at him. ”Will you cheer me on, babe?”

“Depends.” You smirk, pushing your arms against the counter, the action emphasizing your breasts in the bikini top you are wearing and drawing Chan’s attention to your cleavage.  “Only if you put on a good show for me.”

You know he will. He’s always trying to impress you. It’s kinda adorable. And despite his bravado, he blushes at your words and mumbles, “I always put on a show for you.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!” He yelps, and thrusts a bottle of sunscreen in your hands. You look at him quizzically and he regains his cocky facade. “Help me put the sunscreen on. I don’t want to get sun burned while I’m rocking your world.”

You roll your eyes, “Alright, come back here, handsome.”

Chan obeys, dimples on full display. You stand behind him, squeezing some sunscreen on your hand before smearing it on his shoulder blades. Running your hands along his shoulders and down his bulging arms, you have to admit, the boy is ripped.

As if he can hear what you’re thinking, he says, “You’re focusing so much on my arms, baby. You like my muscles?”

“I do.” You don’t miss a beat, massaging said arms. “Hmm, what a big boy.”

You can’t see his face but you can see the way his ears turn red and you know you’ve successfully flustered him. Satisfied, you let your arms drop to his pecs where you ���accidentally” brush your fingers over his nipples and get rewarded with the whimper he clearly tries to hold in. 

For good measure, you sweep over his nipples again, this time eliciting a weak moan from him, before your hands move to his lower abdomen, rubbing the cream in circles and feeling his abs clench under you. 

You know he’s getting turned on, and just for fun, you breathe against his ear as you swirl your fingers just over the waistband of his shorts. Chan shivers and tries to pull away. 

“Okay, t-thank you.” He stutters, moving away but you pull him back against your chest. “I haven’t done your legs yet, baby.” 

“That’s okay. I’ll do them myself.” He struggles to say, but you immediately shut him down. 

“Nonsense.” You say firmly, “Turn around, Channie.” 

He hesitates before obeying, a grimace on his face as he turns around, flustered and taking sneaky glances at you. You don’t even acknowledge the tent in his shorts. Instead, you squirt more sunscreen onto your palm and get on your knees. 

“W-what are you doing?!” Chan yelps, but you just wrap your hands around his calves and work the sunscreen into his skin, making your way up his legs silently, focused. By the time you reach his thighs, he’s panting and his dick is straining against his shorts, almost as if it’s trying to reach your mouth that was just in front of it. Slipping your hands just under the legs of his shorts, you look up at him. His breath hitches as he holds your gaze for a second before you break it and stand up. 

“There. All done.” 

Chan’s knees almost give way and he stares at you in shock. “But---”

“The competition is going to start soon.  Run along now, baby boy. You have some impressing to do.” 

You laugh to yourself as you watch Chan limp to the men’s room.

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And boy did he impress. He won all the competitions he participated in. 

Naturally, he was strutting towards you by the end of the day, confident and waiting for you to fawn over him. 

“Look, baby girl. I won.” He puffs his chest out, displaying his trophies for you. 

“You sure did.” You smirk, and he frowns at your lack of fawning. “Don’t I get a reward?”

"What about all those trophies?"

He pouts, setting them on the bar and coming around to you even though he wasn't allowed to do that. "I meant a reward from you."

You cock your head to the side and move close to him, pressing your body against his. “Yeah, like what?”

He pauses for a second, flushing at your closeness, before saying, “A kiss would be nice.” 

You laugh, brushing his hair back. “You’re cute.” 

Chan frowns. “I’m not cute. I’m sexy.” He complains, voice slurring. “When will you take me seriously?”

“Maybe when you stop ordering tons of drinks from me just so you’d have the chance to talk to me.” You say and he whines. “So you know I like you! Why are you playing so hard to get then?”

“Because baby,” You purr, brushing your nose against his. You push him against the counter and place your knee between his legs, pressing your thigh against his dick. “You don’t impress me the slightest bit. I eat boys like you for breakfast.” 

“What do I have to do?” He whimpers, using the chance to grind against your thigh. “I’ll do anything for you.” 

“I know you will.” You kiss along his jaw and down his neck, making him buck harder against your thigh. “I could suck you so good, you wouldn’t have anything else to give another woman. I could edge you so long you’d cum on command. I could fuck you so good, you won’t be able to get your pretty dick off without my pussy again.” 

You bite down on his neck, making him groan and throw his head back in ecstasy. 

“But I won’t. You wanna know why?”

He lets out a weak sad moan, shaking his head at your question and desperately waiting for you to explain. 

“Because you haven’t earned it.”

“How do I earn it?” He says right away, breathless and needy. 

“Prove that you’re more than just a pretty face and show me that you can handle what I have to give.” You explain, running your fingers around his nipple oh-so-slow. “Start by giving yourself a ruined orgasm. If you can handle doing that without trying to save it, then maybe I’ll touch you.” 

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He tries. He tries so much but he always fails, jerking himself off just as he pushes himself over the edge, unable to take the pain that comes with cumming untouched. 

Weeks pass by, and you feel disappointed. You really thought Chan could do it. But maybe he figured it would be easier to get a girl that would let him fuck her without any ifs or buts, and he had no shortage of that. He’s gorgeous for fuck’s sake. So yeah, you’re disappointed. You shouldn’t have put so much faith in a fuckboy like him. 

But then he surprises you. 

You had just participated in a wet t-shirt contest, not really taking into consideration if Chan will watch you or not. You figured he had already given up on you. But he shows up, standing in the audience and never taking his eyes off of you, not even sparing a glance to the other girls. You can feel his gaze eat your body up as the water turns your white shirt transparent and makes it stick to your braless tits, highlighting your nipples that pebble in the cold and seem to be the focus of Chan's transfixation.

By the time you step off the stage, he had dissapeared from the audience. But you don't have to wait long to know where he went as you promptly receive a message from him. It’s a video of him in what you recognize to be the lifeguard changing rooms. You can see him wearing the navy blue swim shorts he was wearing this morning, and right in the middle is his outlined and very hard dick straining against the material. You see his veiny hands twist around the top of it, giving him stimulation that nearly pushes him over the edge as it is. But he stops before it gets anywhere. 

Placing his hands on either side of his shorts, he alternatively tugs on them, moving the material over his hard dick. "Ah hurts baby…” He cries out as if you could hear him, “So sensitive… ahh AHHH…" 

You rub your thighs together at the scene in front of you. Watching Chan squirm and try to not touch his dick is hotter than you ever imagined. 

"Am I doing good?” He breathes out wantonly, and you can see his dick twitching behind his shorts. “Is this making you wet baby? Please tell me this is making you wet because I'm going crazy. Need you to like this."

You do like it. You like it so much. 

“You looked so good up there. Wanted to push you down and cum all over your tits so everyone will know that you’re mine. Hated how they were all gawking at my girl…”

It doesn’t take Chan long to cum, he was already so riled up by watching the white shirt you were wearing do nothing to conceal your hard, perked nipples under it. He wanted to so bad to fuck your tits and cum on your face, but he knew he had to earn it. So that’s what he was doing, putting on a good show for you so you’d let him fuck you.

You see his dick twitch before the white cum seeps through his shorts, making a mess and making you wish he was there so you could jump on him and ride his dick until he cries from overstimulation. 

You know he’ll take it well too. He’s been waiting so long for it. 

Opening up the chat, you type in a message. 

“Stay where you are, pup.”

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[myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants]

A/N: I would like to preface this by letting everyone know that I am in no way knowledgeable about actual science things. That being said I am amazed that in a random draw I actually managed to get a prompt that had to do with flowers lol. This is my contribution to the BakuHarem Collab! Please take a second to check out the other contributions here!

Warning: bad science, no protection, swearing, overs!mulation, accidental exhibti0som, intoxicated smut? idk sex pollen is a drug i guess.....

W/C: 3.5k

“Bakugou, dude. We should not-”

“Shut up Kirishima!” Bakugou walks through the sterile hallways checking every corner for signs of other people. “That bitch took my top spot with some bullshit flowers?!” He finally gets to the lab that was granted to you for your research. After winning first place, stealing first place in the UA university science expo. He walks into the observing lobby, looking through the large window to make sure you weren’t working in the lab after hours.

“Just keep quiet and listen for any one coming this way.” He walks over to the security door and holds his key card up to it, the light on the scanner turns green and he hears the dead bolt slide open.

Kirishima is lingering behind him, hovering in the doorway. He turns to Bakugou to talk him out of this again but his friend has already entered the lab. “Ahh geez.” He didn’t even wear any safety gear.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Bakugou stops to examine the lab. Several different species of flowers in full bloom behind temperature controlled enclosures. Some of them are recognizable; lavender, chamomile, and jasmine. “I thought it would smell like the perfume department, this fuckin place smells like heaven.” Guess it wasn’t a new shampoo she was using then.

He walks through the aisles turning his head this way and that, trying to find something, anything that he can fuck up without it being overtly obvious. He gets to the back corner of the lab and sees a piece of familiar equipment. “Perfect.”

*****

“He said WHAT?!”

Your roommate flinches at your reaction to her news. “He told Professor Aizawa that your ‘Viagra flowers’ are a joke to the science department and they should ‘wither and die’.”

You’re fuming. That fuck tard Bakugou, mister my shit don’t stink is ridiculing my research? “All that man knows is how to blow shit up! Just cause I beat him in the expo this year, he thinks my research is a joke?!” You stand up from the couch, pacing in front of it and you can’t decide whether to scream or cry. “Why did I ever like that twat?”

Cause he has wide shoulders, big hands and scarlet eyes that -

“Oh for the love of god shut up.” Screw your inner thoughts.

Ochako watches you pace, worrying in her eyes when yours line with silver and your neck flushes bright red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

You stop moving and look at her, guilt flooding through you as she slumps forward. “Don’t apologize, I was talkin to myself babe.” She nods her head weakly and you stand up straight “I’m gonna go.” You walk to the door grabbing your coat and key card.

“W-where are you going?” Ochako follows you to the door and grabs your wrist gently. You turn to her and smile, she was always so sweet but you knew that if shit went down she would be right beside you, kicking ass.

“I need to blow off some steam, so I’m gonna go check on my ‘Viagra flowers’.” She huffs a laugh and let's go.

“Alright, don’t stay too late.”

You nod, put on your shoes and leave the dorm. It’s a bit of a walk to the building the lab is in and hopefully the cool breeze will calm your mind.

*****

As you walk into the building you are grateful that your professor is more of a night owl than most students. Considering how many naps he takes during lectures it is no wonder he can’t sleep at night. You contemplate going to his office to say hi but think better of it.

Don’t wanna end up venting about Bakugou to my professor of all people.

You walk down the hallway and notice the door to your lab is cracked. Not unusual, a lot of students from your class have been coming and going to see the different species of flowers and plants you are growing. Assuming someone didn’t shut the door behind them you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Out of the corner of your vision a quick flash of red and you walk right into Kirishima, Bakugou’s friend and one of your classmates.

“Hey! How- how's it goin?”

You take a step back, rubbing your nose from face planting into his giant chest. Does this guy eat boulders for breakfast? “Hey Kiri! Just gonna do some late night tests! You checkin out my garden?”

“Yeah! Flowers are pretty.” He laughs, it’s high pitched and obviously forced.

You take in his nervous appearance, the fact that he is still standing in front of the door and your mood sours.

“Where is he?”

Kirishima looks like he is gonna try and stall but one look at the fury in your eyes and his head hangs down. “He’s in the lab,” you rush past him and punch in the code to open the door. “I tried to talk him out of it!”

The door clicks shut and the spiky blonde huffs in annoyance somewhere in the back of the lab.

“I told you shitty hair, if you’re gonna keep a look out you have to stand outside.”

You clear your throat and his head shoots up. You walk over to him, taking note of all of the plants and equipment, taking note of anything that looks different. As you get closer to him you notice that he smells particularly good tonight.

Keep it in your pants idiot

“Really Bakugou?” You stop a few steps away from him, noticing the various disassembled parts on the counter top behind him. “What were you gonna do, break my extraction equipment and make it look like a malfunction? Are you a B-Movie villain?”

He stands up and you are reminded of how small you feel next to him, wide shoulders, arms barely fitting the t-shirt he was wearing, strong chest that tapers to a toned waist. He laughs and you look at his face. What I wouldn’t give to just lick from your navel to your neck.

“A B-Movie villain huh? That’s rich coming from the fanfiction cliché scientist.” He crosses his arms, your eyes quickly dart to the sight of his biceps flexing with the movement then back at him.

“Fanfiction cliché? What the actual fuck are you talking about?” You take another step towards him, softly inhaling his scent. Why does he smell so good?

He laughs at you again, the sound caresses your skin and you realize your feeling very, very hot. You drag your fingers through your hair, your eyes zeroing in on a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. When you lick your lips and shift to take another step closer a small part of your brain connects the dots. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Bakugou looks at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and eyes that show you aren’t quite your normal smart and sexy self. Reaching behind himself you hear the unmistakable sound of clinking glass, he grabs a beaker, an open beaker. “Just grabbed this from your equipment, I know how long it takes to extract this stuff. Would suck if it were to suddenly go missing.”

“You idiot! Do you know how potent it is in that form?!” You reach for it but he pulls the beaker out of your reach. “Why do you think I keep it enclosed? You have to close it up now!”

“Why should I?”

Honestly how stupid can this guy get?!

“Put it back in the enclosure first and I’ll explain it to you!” Your breathing is getting heavy, the closer you get to Bakugou the hotter your body feels. You lunge for him again and trip, he hurries to put the beaker on the table behind him and catch you. Put off balance from the position you both crash to the floor with him underneath you. Sighing in frustration you lift yourself up only to bump your head on the table, knocking over the beaker and spilling the extract over you both.

“Shit!” You scramble off of him and run to the door, pressing the exposure button and effectively locking it. You turn to Bakugou and back up trying your best to keep your distance. “Stay on that side of the room, if we’re far enough apart the effects won’t be as bad.”

“What are the effects?” The question is spoken so calmly that you almost convince yourself he didn’t speak at all.

“What are the fucking side effects!?” His shirt is soaked, sticking to his tanned skin. The outline of his chiseled body makes your mouth go dry. You look back at his face, his mouth twisted in frustration at your silence but no less attractive. The sharp angle of his jawline, pink lips slightly chapped, aristocratic nose, scarlet eyes that-

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Shaking your head to clear some of the fog in your brain, you focus on him again.

“It’s an aphrodisiac so obviously it enhances sexual desire.”

“Yeah-yeah, sex pollen I get it. But what else?” he rings out the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slightly and you avert your eyes.

“It is not sex pollen, I don’t even use the pollen of the plant.” the last part coming out in a mumble. “The aphrodisiac only works on people who are consenting adults that are attracted to each other.” You clear your throat.

Bakugou freezes for a moment and looks up at you, examining you. The flushed skin, short breaths, and how you keep as much distance between the two of you as the small lab provides.

“So why are you so far away then?” The smirk on his face is sinful as all hell.

Cheeky bastard.

“Surely I don’t have to spell it out for you.” Resisting the urge to turn your face away from him like a pouty child..

“HA!” The smug look on his face momentarily lifts the cloud of lust and replaces it with anger. “Of course you’re attracted to me, who wouldn’t be?”

“Well, aren't you a cocky bastard?” Hoping you're not about to embarrass yourself you take a chance and muster up some courage. Slowly walking up to him you notice that his forehead is glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy, ears and back of his neck flushed with pink. “Tell me, Katsuki. How are you feeling?”

A few steps and you can see his hands balled up in white knuckled fists, a few more his jaw clench and unclench. Once you are only an arms length away you can see him swallow harshly, Adam's apple bobbing, nostrils flaring. You push your breasts against his toned chest, the light friction causing a moan to escape your mouth, the sound going straight to his cock.

“I’m - I’m fine.” Bakugou clears his throat, the sound of his first name from your lips sweeter than it should be.

“Lookin a little flushed, you feeling hot?”

He doesn’t answer, his attention captured by the closeness of your body, your lips, the tops of your breasts peeking out of the v neck top you’re wearing.. He stops breathing when your tongue flicks out to lick your bottom lip.

“Cat got your tongue?”

On impulse his hands move to rest on your hips, eyes never leaving your lips. “What was the question again?”

“How. Are. You. Feeling.” you walk your fingers up his chest with each word before pulling his head down so you can whisper in his ear, the anger fading fast. “Katsuki.” You hear him growl, the sound reverberating through your core, then you're being picked up.

“I’m gonna ruin you.” Bakugou crashes his lips to yours, pressing you up against one of the walls and bracing you with one hand so that the other can wrap around your throat. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He bites your lip, licking it to soothe the hurt. “Smart, funny, sexy, beautiful.”

You whine at the words and grind against the bulge in his pants, your pussy throbbing with need. “Need to feel you touch me Bakugou.” He stops moving and you shift to try and grind against him again but he holds you tight, slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.

“What happened to calling me by my first name, baby girl?” Loosening his hand and crouching down as if to put you down you sputter out “Kat-Katsuki Please touch me.”

The feral grin on his face has your pussy drooling and you all but sigh in relief when he stands up straight and slips a hand under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. “Oh god yes.”

“You’re so soft baby,” he pulls one of the cups down and rolls your nipple in between his fingers. “Take off your shirt, wanna see those pretty tits.”

Katsuki keeps playing with your nipple when you rip your shirt off, making short work of your bra and tossing it. As soon as the other nipple is in view he dives down to suckle it, his mouth hot. You throw your head back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing your chest out to give him better access.

He is merciless in his teasing, alternating between breasts, making sure to suck each nipple till they are both hard peaks. Kissing the top of your soft globes, your collarbone and neck, everywhere his mouth goes is left with a mark in varying shades of red and purple.

You grow impatient with him, needing to make him feel as good wanting to feel him with your hands, mouth, teeth.

“Wanna feel you too Katsuki.” you whine as he pinches one nipple while nibbling the other one. When you pull on his hair a little he groans but lifts his head, pulling both nipples with him before letting them go.

“What do ya wanna feel, baby girl?”

With all your inhibitions throw out the window you lean down and whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel you fuck me.”

You pull away and he quickly sets you down, you’re about to object when he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion then starts unbuttoning his jeans. You rush to follow, unzipping your pants and pulling them down, before you can pull down your panties he grabs your hand stopping you. “Leave ‘m on.”

Katsuki picks you up again before you can get a good look at his cock, but when it's pressed against you there is no need to see it. “Fuck you’re huge.”

He smirks at you, smug pride in his eyes. “Glad you approve.” Reaching a hand down he pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds. “This all for me?” bringing his fingers up to show you the slick dripping down them he puts them in his mouth and sucks. “Gonna have to enjoy that tasty treat later.”

Your body is burning up, breathing is heavy as you both watch him drag his cock along your wet slit before pushing in. Your moans echo in the lab and neither one of you cares as Katsuki's cock drags against your inner walls until bottoming out. Right now is not the time for slow strokes, not with the aphrodisiac flowing through both of your bodies, so he starts a pace that has your ass slapping against his thighs.

“C-cumming!” You scream out before your body bows in on itself and you're creaming around his cock.

“Already?” a sideways grin on his face Katsuki starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts, his cock reaching that much deeper. “Gonna cum for me again? Come on baby, wanna feel you milk my cock.”

Your mind is going blank, the only thing running through it is Katsuki. “Please don’t stop,” you dig your nails into his shoulders. “M Gonna cum again.” His thrusts go shallow and the head of his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

You’re repeating his name endlessly, the only word that is in your mind then you’re cumming again. Your legs tense around his waist and your pussy clenches down hard enough that he has to stop moving or risk hurting you. He watches your face contorted in pleasure and starts thrusting as soon as he feels your orgasm subside.

“One more.”

Your head fuzzy, body limp from two orgasms. “I can’t!”

“Wrong,” Katsuki pulls out for a second, setting you on the floor and pushing on your back. You obediently bend forward grabbing the edge of the counter top and he wastes no time in rutting back into you. “You want me to stop?”

“NO”

“Then you got one more beautiful thing.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet then reaches around rubbing soft circles on your puffy clit. His other hand gripping your hip, before moving up and grabbing your shoulder using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.

“Come on, cum for me.”

You turn your head to the side trying your best to look in his eyes, yours tearing up at the overstimulation. “You cum too, fill me up Katsuki.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Bending his knees he thrusts up into you and with the new angle, teasing circles being rubbed on your clit and the feral moans coming out of his mouth you cum one last time.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

Katsuki cums after you, rope after rope of cum coating your fluttering walls.

You both stand there catching your breath. Katsuki pulls out and you whimper, “Oh don’t worry beautiful,” he picks you up again, walks over to a chair and sits down with you in his lap “not done with you yet.”

By the time you are spent both of you are exhausted and lost track of how many times either of you came. He helps you stand up, quickly pulling your panties back in place. “Don’t want you leakin.”

You giggle and pick up your clothes from the floor, he helps you get dressed and you both walk to the door. Making sure to check the air quality before leaving the lab you confirm that nothing is left in the air and unlock it. Before opening the door you turn to him opening your mouth to ask a question but he talks first.

“Let's go back to my room, yeah? I’ll help you clean up.” His voice rough from moaning and growling but you can see a small smile on his lips. Even though you know that the effects of the extract have worn off you can’t help but worry that he is still under their influence. Nodding your head you turn away from him again and open the door, walking into the lobby.

“I assume you're finished with the lab?”

You stop dead in your tracks, Katsuki bumping into you. “P-professor Aizawa?” Red hair peeks out behind him and Kirishima looks at you both with a nervous sharp toothed smile and red face. The fog of your memory clears and you vaguely remember hearing knocking on the window and door while you were… indisposed.

Katsuki steps in front of you, from the lack of red on his face or neck you know he isn’t nearly as mortified as you. “How long have you been standing there?”

The tired eyes of your teacher examine both of you. “Long enough.” He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are both to meet me in my office tomorrow morning.”

And just before you can’t get anymore embarrassed he walks out and says over his shoulder. “The labs aren’t sound proof, and these walls echo.”

@doinmybesthere @patchworkpuzzle @eyebagsbutglam @sugarspiceanddynamight

[anyoneseenadam]

wing kink w azriel x reader?!?!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: smut SMUT SMUT, dom!reader, sub!az, creampie, wing kink, degredation, but also simultaneously praise idk, oral (male recieving), penetration and bad language :)

a/n: i have zero chill omg this is filthy but also like az is hot so idc. I hope you like it!! (also I didn’t proof read this so sorry for any errors lol)

part 2

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Azriel was infuriating you. All day he had been making jabs at you, he wasn’t being mean, he was just bored. And when he got bored that meant he made it his life mission to annoy you until you snapped. Usually you could deal with this, commenting back, the two of you riffing back and forth with insults and petty comments. Today however you were up to your neck in paperwork that you had to fill out by the end of the day and Azriel’s neediness was not helping you concentrate.

Currently you were sitting at your desk, your neck bent as you scribbled furiously, trying to ignore the tall pile of paper still stacked to your left and instead focusing on the work in front of you. Azriel had just come home from a mission and was disquieted to find you not rushing into his arms ready to ride him into next week but instead bent over your desk, only offering him a small kiss to his cheek before you turned back to continue. Truthfully he was only annoying you because he knew that was the only way to get you to take a break, not that you had to know that.

You grit your teeth as he threw another balled-up piece of paper at you, hitting you directly in the forehead with his always perfect aim. You were seconds away from stabbing him when he threw a second piece of paper, laughing when you glared at him.

“Shut up.” You all but growled and he smirked, pleased with his win.

“Make me.”

In a matter of seconds you were in his lap, kissing him ferociously, a hand tugging his hair roughly as he groaned into your mouth, grinning. He picked you up, pushing against a wall as he grinded into you, his hips moving on their own accord and creating delicious friction, his crotch hard and pressing against your clit as you moaned into his mouth. He winnowed the two of you up to your shared room without falter and dropped you on your bed, pulling down your trousers and ripping your top off, dropping to his forearms as he latched his lips around your nipple. He suckled and bit at your right nipple, leaving wet kisses all over your breast before moving to give your left the same treatment.

You felt yourself getting wetter, but you were still angry so before you lost the battle for dominance completely you were pushing him off of you and flipping the two of you around, so you were straddling him. He took a minute to appreciate you. Your hair was already messy, falling out of the loose bun you had held it in for most the day, dark marks were forming on your breasts and all you were wearing was a simple pair of panties. You smirked down at him before moving down his legs, bringing your head down and licking the bulge in his trousers like a kitten.

He groaned as you looked up at him through full lashes, all pouty lips and sultry eyes. You moved back down, grabbing the waist band of the joggers he had thrown on between your teeth and tugging them down until his cock bounced free, having foregone boxers knowing that the two of you would end up in this position sooner or later.

“C’mon baby, please,” he groaned as you pressed a light kiss to his leaking tip, licking the salty precum of your lips and moaning in delight.

“Hmm I don’t know I haven’t heard an apology yet,” you giggled, and he growled at you before grabbing your head and forcing you down on his cock. You smiled around his length and started bobbing your head, taking him deep into your throat and moaning around him, his legs bucking at the vibrations. You forced him down deeper, relaxing your throat muscles and holding him there for a second, one hand coming up to gently rub his balls in your palm. He still had one hand in your hair but the other was working on pulling off his shirt now, his wings flaring out when he managed, and an idea popped into your head. You knew exactly how to make him apologise.

You pulled back up, sucking hard on his tip, and wrapping your hand around his impressive girth, twisting, and tugging his cock in a way you knew made him see stars. You pulled your mouth off, licking away the precum that was spilling over onto your hands and peered up at him, seeing him focused intently on you, eyes dark. You pumped hm harder and he let loose an animalistic groan, hips bucking into your hand as he got closer.

“Are you ready to apologise yet?” you asked with a sly smirk as he shot you a glare.

“Fuck! What for?” you laughed at his comment. He really didn’t know what was coming.

You took your hand of his dick and wrapped your lips around him again, taking him to the base and gagging, knowing he secretly loved the sound. You gave him a final harsh suck before pulling off completely and coming to straddle him, watching his face contort as the sweet release he was seconds away from grabbing was pulled away from him.

“Baby, fuck please,” He whined as you ground your pantie-clad centre onto his aching member.

“Say it.” you demanded, and he growled again.

“Why would I, I got what I wanted didn’t I?” he smirked at you and you lightly slapped his face, grinning at the shocked look paired with a desperate moan from him. You grabbed his cock in one hand and pushed your panties to the side with the other, hovering above him as your hole drools with want. He pleads beneath you and you take some mercy, sinking down on him, a squelching sound filling the room as you do, knowing that you’ll have him under your thumb in no time.

You lift your hips slowly, forgetting how much he filled you. You almost felt winded, his huge size pushing against your walls just right, so much so that you could see the faint outline of his cock in your stomach, the sight making him grin when you sank back down with a moan. You lifted yourself up again and sat back quicker this time, soon picking up a pace. When you had partially adjusted to his size you bit your lip before reaching out a hand to his left wing, your right hand still firmly pressed against his toned chest.

His eyes were closed, a blissful look on his face, but they shot open when you slowly trailed your nail along the sensitive side of his wing. You grinned and trailed your hand back up, before scratching back down, following the veins that were clear through the thin membrane of his bat like wings.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come,”

“No.”

“What?” he looked at you with those big eyes you usually couldn’t resist, but you were finally in charge and he wasn’t going to take that away from you.

“You’re going to apologise, or if you’d rather, I could tie you to this bed and edge you all night?” you leaned down and licked a stripe up his right wing as his hips bucked uncontrollably up into yours. You knew the signs with him, the way his chest flushed red, and he got a dazed look in his eyes, he was about to cum.

You lifted your self completely off him as he practically screamed in frustration, trying to grab your hips to push you back down but with a flick of your wrist you had them tied to the headboard. You sat back, drooling pussy leaking your juices onto his thigh, and leaned forward to press kisses into his wings, licking up them with a flat tongue, nails scratching along the sensitive skin.

“Awe are you going to cum baby? I’m barely even touching you,” you mocked, tracing patterns on his wing with one hand and pumping his cock slowly with the other.

“Please baby, I’ll be good just please let me come,” he begged, eyes watering as he tried to hold back.

“Say it baby and I’ll let you fill me up nicely, how about that?” you moved so you were sat over him again, and he whined when he felt you drip onto him. You were unbelievably turned on watching him struggle against his bonds as he begged you, hips bucking up, to come. And while you wanted nothing more than to untie him and have him fuck you into oblivion you weren’t going to give up the dominance you so rarely got.

“I’m sorry baby please,” he begged, and you smirked.

“What for my love?” your nails were still drawing patterns on his wings and he was going red in the face, the room darkening as his shadows grew stronger, brushing against your hot skin.

“For annoying you! I just wanted you to pay me some attention,” he cred and you cooed at him, one hand coming to rest on his face.

“So needy.” You sat back down and started lifting your hips up and down quickly, one hand braced on his chest and the other stroking his wing as you rode him, his hips bucking up into yours. Hard.

The two of you were groaning in harmony as his cock slammed into your cervix, the pleasure far outweighing any pain you were in. he was babbling incoherently, and you ran a gentle hand over his face.

“You’re so good, so good for me. Cum baby.” You demanded and he moaned loudly, shaking as he came. You moaned as you felt him fill you, his cum warm and you smiled as it leaked out around his cock as his hips stuttered. You felt your self get closer and continued riding him, prolonging his high as he shook from the over stimulation, before you finally came, your back arching as your walls clenched around him. you reached your hand down, rubbing your clit as you rode out your orgasm, Azriel watching you with awe, amazed that you were in his lap, on his cock. As far as he was concerned he was pretty sure you were a goddess, sent down to bless him and he thanked whatever force brought you into his life.

You collapsed on his chest and waved your hand weakly, his arms wrapping around your waist soon after as he muttered his thanks into your hair, praising you and telling you how much he loved you. You remained that way for a while before he flipped you over, his cock hardening inside of you.

“Are you ready to be good for daddy now?” he asked, and your eyes widened at how quickly he turned the tide on you, biting your lip as you nodded.

“Good girl.” Your paperwork was not finished that night.

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I think Tumblr ate my last request, and unfortunately, I don't remember what it was :/.... So here's a new one:

If you write for Monoshin, could you please write some hcs of them with their female s/o (poly relationship) who loves rain but is terrified of thunder (as in, so terrified, she tries to go hide in or under something) ? I don't mind if the ending is nsfw or sfw (although...both would be nice....). Thank you, and I apologize if I'm being annoying with requests 😅 (seriously, please tell me if I am, and I'll back off)!

Hi again! I don't mind you sending multiple request, it's a great way to help me expand my writing. So feel free to request more! (You aren’t annoying. Say that about yourself again I will fight you 🔫)

And let me just say that it was a pleasure to write more smut for the two underrated boys.

MonoShin With A S/o Who’s Scared Of Thunder

Fluff and NSFW

Monoma and Shinsou were very busy people.

Both pro heroes, both married, both married to the same person.

The chaos that ensued when they revealed that they were both marrying you.

Everyone was happy but that meant that their families would make an issue to how the ceremony would look.

Anyways, since the very beginning of your relationship, Monoma and Shinsou made it very clear that it would only work if you were all communicating. You agreed to that fully with them.

You all started to date during your UA days.

During the first few times, you all slept in the same dorm, you all discovered something interesting about yourself specifically.

It was a relaxed day and the outside world was coming to life with heavy rain.

Monoma was helping you out with your skincare routine while Shinsou was brushing your hair.

It was peaceful, a calm drizzle outside that helped calm down the three of you after a long day.

Earlier, you had been walking with a small skip to your step in the rain.

It felt pleasant.

The cold water that fell without an end on you had some charm to it that made you overjoyed.

So overjoyed that you had forced your boyfriends to follow you.

Their priority wasn’t to hide from the rain but to make sure you didn’t trip and fall on the wet concrete.

They dragged you inside one you were soaked and helped dry you up.

BOOM.

A loud crash was heard and a bright light lit up the room.

Monoma and Shinsou were startled but laughed at the moment of fear the noise had induced.

They directed themselves toward you but you weren’t in between them anymore.

“Y/n?” The boys searched for you and they found you hiding in the closet.

Monoma laughed at you while Shinosu chuckled.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Shinsou asked. Monoma was about to laugh even harder when thunder struck again, causing him to choke on his laugh.

You shrieked again and took some of the hanging clothes to cover your head with.

Shinsou smacked Monoma on the back of the head and went into the closet to comfort you. Monoma, on the other hand, continued to choke and once he got some of his breath back he follows suit.

That was years ago.

You were all now sleeping in your penthouse, under the covers on the two pro heroes’ day off.

You laid in between them, head resting on Monoma as his arms held you close and Sshinsou doing the same but with his face buried into your neck.

Usually, they would set up a day full of fun and relaxation for the three of you.

But they were both too tired and you yourself were too comfortable to get up and do anything.

That’s when the piece was disrupted.

The loud noise from outside woke you up but kept the two pros sound asleep.

You quickly got up from the bed and looked aimlessly for somewhere to hide.

Your warmth didn’t go unnoticed though.

Shinsou was the first to wake up.

He reached out for you but found your usual spot in between him and Monoma empty.

He got up and opened his eyes. You weren’t beside them.

Shinsou got up and started to look in different secluded spots in the penthouse.

You told them about your fear of thunder after the first incident back in UA. So this was nothing new.

He found you in one of the bathrooms downstairs and asked if he could come in. Once inside he lifted you from the floor and placed you in his lap.

“Everything’s ok Y/n. I’m here, I’ll take care of you.” He wrapped an arm around you and brushed your hair out of your face.

Light kisses were placed on your neck as a distraction from the thunder booming outside.

The gentle touches making your skin burn hot and your stomach do flips.

“Toshi.” You moaned. It only made him want to hear more of you.

NSFW Below (Minors DNI)

W: Strap On, Bottom Monoma

Shinsou bucked his hips up towards you.

Your pussy twitched as you felt the outline of his dick.

You tried moving up and getting away from him, you were a bit overwhelmed with the pleasant feeling.

But Shinsou wouldn’t let you. He grabbed onto your hips with a tight grip and pushed them down onto his covered sex.

“Common sweetheart. I know I can make you forget for a while. Will you let me?” His mouth was next to your ear. Whispering an attractive offer you would never say no to.

“Yes.” You whispered out.

Shisnous hands moved away from hips and arms wrapped themselves around you instead.

He buried his face into your neck and he continued to buck into you while pushing you down onto himself.

Light moans escaped his lips while your eyes hazed with lust.

After minutes of teasing the weather outside became violent. Shinsou and you didn’t care.

His dick was buried inside of you as you moved up and down it.

He looked so beautiful under you. Panting and moaning. Voice deep and rumbling.

It was that same rumbling in his chest that helped ground you and comfort you as you ignored the sounds from outside.

“Y-y/n, ple-asee. Give me m-more of your tight pussyy.” You indulged him as he fucked into you desperately.

He held onto your chest and thrust his hips into you violently.

He had your legs shaking and weak as he himself felt his own body begin to break under the blind pleasure.

“T-toshi, give me m-ore!” You brokenly asked. He gladly went harder.

Monoma woke up alone in bed and got up to look for his two missing spouses.

Even from upstairs, he could hear your moans.

He smiled to himself and grabbed something from one of the drawers.

“This should help.” He spoke to himself.

Monoma listened outside of the bathroom door. The only sounds being the slapping of skin against skin and Shinosus groans. Your light and airy moans being a major attractor to him.

He knocked on the door and walked inside. Greeted by the sight of Shinsou on top of you panting like a cat in heat and you splayed out as Shinsou supports your body with his own strength.

“How cute, mind if I join?” You looked up at Monoma but were prevented from answering when you heard another thunderous boom from outside.

Before you could yell, the air was knocked out of you by Shinsous cock burying itself deeper inside you.

Monoma took that as his queue to enter the fun and showed you the object he brought.

It was a strap on.

He helped push Shinsou back, allowing him to put in on you and accommodate it.

“T-To-shi fuck, ge-t out.” You told him.

Shinsous thrusting stopped and he pulled out of you.

Monoma placed himself on the cold tiled floor with his back to it. He spread his legs out for you, giving you a full look at his sex and his ass.

“Y/n, would you mind filling me up?” He teased.

You got up from Shinsous lap, legs shaking at the few steps you had to take towards Monoma.

You got on top of him and slammed your hips into his entrance. You had him seeing stars for a moment.

“Oooh, Nei.” You placed your hands on the crook of his legs and pushed them higher.

Monoma felt as his hole narrowed and the strap on felt bigger than before. God, he loved this.

“You l-ook so pretty l-like this, N-Nei.” Monoma flustered at the compliment and watched as you buried yourself inside of him.

“AAaaah Fuuuck!” Shinsou took this as his queue to do his part and enter your sopping pussy again. This time quickly and with some force.

“FUuuuck!” Monoma and you moaned out.

Shinsou began to thrust hard and fast into your pussy.

Because of that, you were practically fucking hard into Monomas own body.

Monoma moaned out the most pornography moan you’ve ever heard.

His eyes crossed as his tongue stuck out.

You grabbed it with your fingers and watched as he lost himself with each thrust.

Shinsou couldn’t really touch Monoma but he could help you push his legs back.

He helped you and Monomas hole clenched around the strap as you and Shinsou continued to thrust into each other.

“FUCK, I’M GONNA CUM!” Monoma shouted.

You buried yourself inside of him as Shinsou did the same to you.

You both helped reach each other reach your high.

Monoma came, eyes crossed with legs back. Essentially in a mating press while Shinsou had you in doggy.

Monomas release was all over his chest as well as on your chest. Shinsous was deep inside of you, leaking out as he pulled out.

“F-fuck. Shit.” Shinsou picked you up from Monomas body and had to sit down inside the tub then going back to pick Monoma up and putting him in too.

He turned on the water and soaked with the two of you.

The warm water helping clean up the surface mess and relaxing your sore muscles.

The rain and thunder kept at it outside but you and your husband were relaxed and fulfilled.

The thunder no longer scaring you since your mind was in a haze.

“Thank you.” You kissed Shinsou and Monoma gently as you all washed away the evidence of your activities.

What a pleasant way to get rid of fear.

[rotshop]

Oh geez long ask, take it easy. Uh, well an idea I’ve had for a little that I really like but have not really many ideas for is like an s/o who just doesn’t purr. They can and there’s nothing wrong with their ability to purr, but for some reason they just never do it, they don’t get why either. It’s just a thing. I don’t know who to pair the s/o with, all I had for the idea is that s/o is with someone and that someone in a moment gets to hear them purr. I think the idea makes sense? -Echo

CNANNOT stop thinking abt this so im answerig it now so i can excorcise whatever fuckgin demon u put in me with this ask /pos

pls consider ; s/o makes some noise other than purring (ex. squeaking / squealing, huffing, chirping, etc etc) to show they're happy and their respective partner just has no fucking clue what it means / it takes them a bit to go 'oh hey wait a minute , THATS their version of purring.' or whatev ,,,,

i did a two short lill hc sets w/ this in mind lol ,,,,,,,,,,,,, ignore typos its 4am and im jetlagged <33333

Hofnarr

-chances are you don't purr because you're just that exhausted / stressed out. sure, others are able to most times but for one reason or another the stress seems to effect that part of you a little more than it does others. you've just kinda. been like that for so long now bc of all the stress working under phobos brings and so ur body / mind is always just kinda (at least somewhat / distantly) in panic mode so u never calm down / relax enough to rlly purr

-hof is the opposite !! he doesn't full on purr too too often but he makes a lot of trills / chirrup noises when he's particularly excited / happy. chances are when he notices u walk into a room he unintentionally starts purring lmao ,,, it DOES make him a little sad that you don't purr or make a whole lot of 'happy noises' like he does but!! that's ok ,, he's just kinda learned to accept it over time

-there was one time you were REAALLL burnt out. you'd been working on some little project phobos had given you for days and days on end now and it was tearing you to shreds. you had it mostly done by this point but given how you could just barely remember things from 5 minutes ago and you kept dropping shit it was gonna take a lot longer to finish in this state ,,,, he manages to drag you away from your work and make you get some rest. ur stubborn tho and make him stay with you so u knw he's resting too lol

-you're laying with your face in the crook of his neck while he's tracing little patterns on your back, focusing on making sure he isn't pressing too hard or anything like that

-it takes him a while to notice the newer, quieter noise alongside your little breaths. it's shaky and kinda fades in and out, unsteady with lack of use but as SOON as he realizes what it is he has to stop himself from kissing you right then and there or waking you up with some trill or whatever

-it makes him so so happy knowing he's probably one of the few people you've purred around and that you feel comfortable enough to, he's riding the high for the next few days and he keeps thinking about it ,,,, hope u like purring bc he's gonna try and make you do it again and again /hj

Phobos

-ur probably an agent / soldier of his who ranks real high, ur kinda like his second in command or whatev its called. same kinda deal ; ur way too stressed and constantly in fear of your life being taken to really chill out enough to purr. he doesn't do it very often either except when he's watching some plan of his come to fruition or when he's asleep ,,,

-he's gotten used to ur guys' relationship being pretty professional (aside from the banter and the fact that he definitely doesn't care this much about someones hobbies or interests if they arent you and that he most certainly wouldn't ask one of his soldiers were doing if they werent you, of course) and so he just kinda. randomly notices it. ur both just hanging out and talking with one another and it just clicks that 'huh. ive never heard them purr'

-it makes him a little insecure SFHFRJVSWVSFKEF 'what do you MEAN you aren't so head over heels for me that you're little more than a purring content little mess for me, what am i doing wrong .' like at first he doesn't think too deep on it but then he just keeps remembering and it keeps putting him on edge

-he tries his best to get you to purr as soon as he can but like ,,, it just doesn't work ,,,, even having dinner with him or something your brain is still vaguely just kinda in danger / kill mode on the back burner of itself. it just makes him dig himself deeper lol

-BUT. there's a specific night where you're just kinda staring out one of the windows in your guys' little shared home of sorts. no real reason or anythign behind it you're just kinda. looking down at the scenery. the distant lights of the city outline you in color and luminescence like a halo and he's just kinda stuck staring at you from across the room

-after a breath or two he's walking over and wrapping his arms around your waist and tightening his grip till you're pulled up securely against him. as he's placing a little kiss between your shoulder and your neck he notices the sound and freezes up immediately

-he has to like. process it for a solid minute or too. hope u arent the type to get nervous / paranoid bc it's!!! a little nerve wracking for ur bf to hear u purr for the first time and then just go into like shock abt it with no comment or anything for a solid few minutes

-you know you're good though when he's tightening his hold on you further and you can feel his teeth against your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a grin