#wet bones bby

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Now , Forever

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader (set during CABNW)

Summary: Bucky ended things out of fear , thinking his dark past made him unworthy of love , but when he found her drowning her heartbreak in a bar, he couldn’t stay away.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: anstyyyy then ends happy , established relationship , exes to lovers , lots of drinking , smoking mentioned , depression mentions , alcoholism mentions , buckys past mentioned , blood mentioned , throw up/vomitting , hangover symptoms , medicine mentions , kissing

A/N: im writing this half asleep and in one contiuos go , so sorry for any mistakes till i can proof read it! this little idea just popped in my head when rewatch CABNW and i just had to quickly whip something up. Hope you enjoy bbys :P

The night Bucky ended things , you could feel it in your gut before he had even said the words. 

He was tense , shoulders tight as cable , his jaw working like he was chewing on something bitter and sticky. 

The apartment was a little too quiet , the air too still. 

You sat on the edge of the bed , fingers twisting in your lap waiting for the ball to drop.

“Bucky , what is it?” you asked softly.

He didn’t look at you at first. 

He stared at the plush carpeted floor, eyes shadowed and distant in deep thought. 

His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides , the faint creak of the metal plates as his vibranium fingers flexed.

“I can’t do this ,” he finally replied , voice low and hoarse.

Your heart seized up. “What? What do you mean?”

He dragged a hand through his hair , his fingers trembling. 

“I’m not who you think I am. I’ve tried to be… someone better. But it doesn’t change what I’ve done. What I’ve been.”

“Bucky,” you whispered , your voice shaking and broken. 

You stood , crossing the space between you , reaching out to touch his flesh arm. “I know about your past. I know it’s hard for you. But I love you. I don’t care—”

“It’s not that simple!” he snapped , his voice breaking on the last word. 

He flinched like he’d struck you , his expression twisting and turning. “I can’t let you see it. If you did… if you really saw what I’ve done , the blood on my hands , the ghosts that haunt my mind , you’d never look at me the same again and I can't live like that.”

You swallowed hard , tears blurring your vision pouring out. “I already see you , Bucky. I see the man in front of me. I see the way you try every day. That’s who I love.”

He shook his head , shoulders slumping now. “You deserve more than this , more than me. I can’t keep pretending I’m not… tainted and bruised. I thought I could protect you from it , but I can’t.”

You stepped closer, your hands on his chest , feeling the frantic beat of his heart beneath your palms. “Don’t do this,” you whispered. “Please don’t , you dont mean it right?”

But his hands came up wrapping around your wrists , gently but firmly removing yours from his chest. His eyes were wet now , his lips trembling. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I have to.”

And with that , he turned and walked out the door , leaving you standing there with your heart in your hands and the taste of his goodbye lingering on your lips.

You didn’t go home that night. 

Couldn’t. The apartment felt like an empty tomb without him , every shadow whispering his name. So you ran.

The bar down the street was loud and bright , neon signs flickering in the dark and glitter scattered around like promises you knew better than to believe. 

You pushed your way in , the music hitting you with a physical force , the beat so loud it rattled inside your bones.

You didn’t bother with grabbing a seat. 

You went straight to the bar , your voice barely a thread as you ordered a shot of vodka. 

The bartender gave you a once-over , something like concern flickering in his eyes, but he poured it anyway, sliding it over.

You tossed it back, the burn slipping down your throat a welcome distraction from the ache in your heart. 

You ordered another. 

And another. 

The edge of the bar was sticky under your fingertips , the smell of sweat and smoke heavily thick in the air.

The world started to blur around the edges. 

Faces became smears of color and simple shapes , laughter and conversation melting into the thud of the bass blaring. 

You ordered another shot , your hand shaking so badly the shot glass clinked against the counter.

Someone bumped into you , muttered an apology you didn’t hear. 

You didn’t care. 

Nothing mattered except the heat of the alcohol and the numbness creeping through your veins.

Just what you were wanting.

Your phone buzzed and lit up in your jeans pocket , a tiny lifeline in the noise and haze. 

You fumbled for it , your fingers clumsy and tingling , almost dropping it twice before you managed to answer.

“Hello?” you mumbled,  your voice thick and slurred , not even looking at the contact.

“Hey,” Sam Wilson's voice came through , calm but urgent. “Where are you?”

You tried to focus , tried to remember. “I’m… I’m at the bar. The one by the river. He… he left me , Sam.” Your voice cracked , a sob breaking free before you could stop it. “Bucky left me.”

Sam took a breath on the other end , calming himself. “Okay. Listen to me. I need you to stay right there. I’m coming to get you , okay? Don't leave.”

You clutched the phone so hard it could crack under the pressure. “Don’t… don’t tell him where I am . Please. I don’t want him to see me like this.”

“I won’t,” Sam promised. “I’m just going to get you home safe.”

You didn’t remember hanging up. 

You didn’t remember much of anything after that , just the constant too loud music pounding in your buzzing head , the alcohol burning a hole in your gut and chest , and the feeling that you were already halfway to nowhere.

You slumped forward , your head resting on the bar top , the shot glass still clutched in your hand like medicine. 

You didn’t even fight it when the world went black around you.

When you woke back up , it was to the smell of stale coffee and paper. 

Sam’s office. 

The overhead light was dim , the soft hum of the city outside the only sound you could make out right now.

You tried to sit up , but your head felt like it was full of broken glass and bricks. A groan slipped past your lips , and you pressed a hand to your forehead , trying to piece together how you got here.

Your eyes caught a picture frame on Sam’s desk , Sam and Bucky, arms slung around each other, grinning wide and bright. 

It felt like a punch to the gut. 

In your fuzzy , still havely drunken mind , you couldn’t separate the photo from the real people.

You stumbled to the desk , your hands trembling as you reached for the frame. “Bucky,” you whispered , your voice small and raw. “Why’d you leave me? Why didn’t you let me fight for you , for us?”

Tears welled up , slipping hot and fast down your cheeks. You pressed the frame to your chest , your body shaking with sobs. “I love you,” you cried , your voice ragged. “I love you so much , please, don’t leave me.”

The picture didn’t answer. 

It just stared back at you , frozen in time. You sank to your knees , the frame still clutched in your hands , your tears dripping onto the glass.

And then , from the doorway , you heard a voice , soft , rough , but unmistakably real and him.

“I’m here.”

You looked up , your breath catching in your throat. 

Bucky stood there , his expression a mix of anguish and love , his hands curled into fists at his sides.

“Bucky,” you gasped , the frame slipping from your fingers. “You’re… you’re here.”

He crossed the room in three long strides , dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands came up to cradle your face , thumb pads brushing away your warm tears. “I’m here,” he said again, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry.”

You threw your arms around his neck , burying your face in his shoulder. 

The scent of him , leather and pine soap and something uniquely his , wrapped around you , grounding you to the world.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” you sobbed. “I thought I lost you.”

“Never,” he murmured , his breath warm against your hair. “I was trying to protect you. But I was wrong. I can’t protect you by pushing you away.”

Your fingers curled in the fabric of his jacket , holding him like you’d drown if you let go. 

Bucky didn’t say another word as he stood and scooped you into his arms. You let out a soft gasp , surprised by the effortless strength of his hold , but you didn’t fight it. 

You didn’t want to.

Your head lolled against his chest as he carried you out of Sam’s office. 

The cold night air bit at your skin , but it didn’t matter. 

All you could feel was the steady , sure beat of his heart under your cheek.

Sam and Joaquin hovered in the doorway, their expressions worried but relieved.

“Thank you guys,” Bucky murmured , his voice a promise as he shifted you in his arms. “I’ve got her.”

Sam gave him a small nod. “You know where I am if you need anything.”

Bucky just nodded , but his focus was entirely on you.

The ride back to your apartment was quiet and short.. 

You curled against him in the passenger seat of his car, the streetlights blurring past in streaks of white and golden light.. 

You felt the rough but also soft pad of his thumb brushing soothing circles on the back of your hand and knuckles , the last bit of tether to reality , in the here and now.

When you reached your building , he carried you inside like you weighed nothing at all. 

He kicked the door shut behind him , the soft click of the lock sealing you in with him , no more noise , no more neon lights , just you and him and the quiet of the night.

He set you down gently on the edge of your bed , his hands lingering on your shoulders as he knelt in front of you. 

Your eyelids fluttered , heavy with exhaustion and the last dregs of alcohol sinking in  , but you forced them to still be open.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby ,” he murmured , his voice a low rasp that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded , your breath hitching as his fingers brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. 

He reached for a washcloth in the nearby dresser , running it under warm water before wringing it out. 

He cupped your cheek with his flesh hand , tilting your head slightly as he began to wipe away the smudged mascara and left over makeup ruined by your tears.

The gentle drag of the cloth was comforting , his touch so tender it made your stomach do a flutter.

“I missed you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, eyes still closed. “So much.”

“I missed you too,” he said softly, his eyes full of intent on cleaning your face. “Every second.”

He set the now dirty washcloth aside , his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he moved to brush your hair. 

He found your black hairbrush on the nightstand , the bristles worn and familiar.

He worked slowly , carefully , untangling each knot with a patience that made you want to cry again but you were drained of all tears. 

Your eyes fell closed again , breathing in the familiarity of having him here with you , letting yourself relax under his touch.

“There you go,” he murmured , his voice a soothing rumble. “Almost done.”

When he was finished , he gathered your hair in a messy ponytail , his fingers deft as he laid it over your back. He tied it off with a small black band , his knuckles brushing against your collarbone in a way that made your skin tingle.

“Better?” he asked, his lips curling into a small smile.

You nodded , blinking up at him with glassy eyes. “Yeah. Thank you.”

He pressed a barely there and oh so quick kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you into bed , okay?”

He helped you out of your rumpled and dirty day clothes reeking of cheap vodka and that smokey club smell , swapping them for one of his old t-shirts that you loved so much. 

It hung loose on your frame , the fabric soft and word against your skin. When he was done , he tucked you in , smoothing the blankets and duvet around you with a care that stole your breath.

He paused for a moment , just watching you. 

His eyes traced every line of your face , every dotted freckle , and the soft curve of your lips , even the faint flush on your cheeks.

“I love you,” he said finally, his voice rough. “I hope you know that.”

“I love you too,” you murmured , your voice thick and raw with sleep. “Don’t leave again. Please.”

He brushed your fly aways back from your face , his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek bone . “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “Not this time, not ever again.”

You drifted off to sleep with his hand in yours , the world fading around you like the last echoes of a bad dream.

You woke to the sharp , twisting pain of a hangover in your gut and piercing dull pain in your head , your mouth overly dry. 

You stumbled to the bathroom barely making it , half-blind with the bright morning light streaming through the window.

Before you could even get your mind together , Bucky was there. 

He knelt beside you as you vomited into the toilet , his hand steady and warm on your back , his other hand gathering your hair away from your face to keep it clean and out of the way.

“It’s okay , I'm right here ,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Just let it out.”

When you were done and spent , he wiped your mouth with a damp corner of a  towel and helped you rinse your mouth and brush your teeth. 

You leaned against the cool tile wall ,  breathing ragged, but he didn’t move away. 

He stayed right there the entire time , his thumb brushing over your temple.

“Here,” he said , holding out a glass of cool water. “Small sips not too much.”

You took it with shaking hands , the cold liquid a relief against your parched and raw throat. 

You managed a weak smile of thanks , your eyes bleary as you looked at him.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you said , your voice barely audible.

“I wanted to ,” he said simply. “I love you.”

Tears welled up again , but this time they were soft , gentle. “I love you too,” you said , your voice breaking. “I don’t want you to run anymore.”

He cupped your face in his hands , his thumb brushing away the single tear that slipped down your cheek. “Then I don’t,” he said. “We face it together.”

He pulled you into a hug , his arms wrapping around you like a shield against the world. 

You clung to him , your face buried in his shoulder , breathing him in.

“You’re it for me,” he said softly, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re my forever.”

You looked up at him, your eyes shining. “You’re my forever too.”

He pressed his forehead to yours , the soft morning light catching on the tears in your lashes. “Then let’s start that forever right here , right now,” he murmured.

In the quiet morning , with the world slowly waking around you , you knew that no matter what came next , no matter how dark the nights , how heavy the memories , you’d now face it together. And that was all you both needed.

-end

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[a-hazbin-reader]

SHOWERING OR BATH TIMES WITH HUSBAND ALASTOR?!?!?!

YES

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Suggestive

Description: ☝️⬆️

Bath time with Alastor is one of the most relaxing things you can do with him

It's the best because of the obvious trust he's giving you with his body, his guard down

As his wife, you're the only person who gets to see this side of him

He starts to find excuses to get you to shower or bathe with him, sometimes he's subtle about it and other times, he's not

"Alastor!!"

"My dear, you're soaking wet! Luckily, I have just the remedy for those cold bones~ A hot bath~"

🥶🙄😑😮‍💨🙂‍↔️

He likes bubble baths but won't ever admit it to anyone besides you, the bubbles just add something a little ✨️

Will literally melt into your chest the moment you start scrubbing his hair, the attention making him go lax

Not his ears going flat against his head and twitching

Sometimes he lets out a few happy growls or bleats whenever you massage somewhere particularly sore

Sometimes forgets he's in a bath and will try to snuggle into you only to get a shock of water in his face, arms wrapped loosely around your hips

There's just something so special about spending uninterrupted quality time with your husband like this

Not that he just takes baths to have you pamper him, he likes doing the same for you as well

He's used to people being wary of him or not fully trusting him, so watching you relax under his care-knowing just how dangerous he is

And trusting him with his claws and his teeth with your bare body? In your most vulnerable state?? It does things to him

Sometimes you forget how strong your husband is, but in these moments when he's maneuvering your body around to better wash you??

He could easily manhandle you if he wanted to

Takes his time washing your body but not necessarily in a sexual way, more like he's admiring fine art that he's allowed to touch

It's like the most heavenly massage, especially when his claws scrape ever so gently against your flesh

Sometimes, the two of you will just lay together and listen to music while waiting for the water to go cold

Maybe you two drink some tea

Showers with Alastor are a little bit different, not by much though

He kisses your body a lot more in the shower, no longer deterred by soap or stagnant water

You two don't normally have as much time together in the shower so the touches are a little more rushed, more rough

Still pleasurable though

It's not as much about cuddling and being close as it is about cleaning each other

Sometimes sex

If you come out with a few more love bites on you than before well...

Alastor is going to be stepping out with some of his own because we all know he started it

You two literally take up ALL the hot water when you shower together, Angel fucking HATES IT

Too bad bby boi

Your husband in all his wisdom even manages to always have the softest, warmest towels waiting for you

If you really play up the cute wife act then you're sometimes able to convince him to carry you to the bedroom

"Oh fine! Just stop using those doll eyes on me~"

As much as he wishes he could just lay in bed with you and never get dressed...you both have work to do

But he cherishes the moments he gets to bathe/shower with his beautiful wife and always looks forward to the next

This one was so adorable 🥹 I hope you liked it

[skendoss]

lu guang & cheng xiaoshi nsfw headcanons

cw: smut, afab reader, reader has breasts and a vagina, p in v, oral, unprotected sex. 18+ minors pls dni. not proofread

these two are criminally underrated and they’re taking over my life. i’ve fallen HARDDDD for cheng xiaoshi and i don’t wanna get back up.

this is just me purely throwing up my thoughts because i need to let them out 🙂‍↕️ i need cheng xiaoshi so bad

honorary tag to @sunnyangy who i’m pulling down with me. enjoy some lu content bby 😘

i’d also LOVE to write more for these two, but my creativity isn’t the best on my own, my inbox is open to any suggestions and/or requests ❤️

lu guang

lu guang is soft, attentive, a naturally talented giver in the bedroom. he always takes care of your own pleasure before his own, and he’s more than happy to do so

- he’s extremely gifted. he knows every single sweet spot of yours, and will never leave one unsatisfied.

- there’s no rush, right? he’s kissing, nipping and sucking on every sensitive spot on your neck that has you whimpering into his ear, before moving on to your boobs and paying each one equal amounts of attention, followed by kissing down your torso, paying special attention to the spot that makes your entire body shudder

- once he arrives to where you so desperately want him, he’s kissing and nipping at both of your thighs until he’s driven you crazy and you’re begging for something

- ORAL KING 👑 when i tell you this man knows how to pull the most intense orgasm from you in minutes using nothing but his mouth (and perhaps a finger or two)

he’s firmly running his tongue back and forth over your clit until you squirm, before sucking the nub and pushing a finger into you, curling it upwards to rub against your g-spot over and over, not letting up until you’re seeing stars and pulling his hair tight. he slowly sits back up, sucking on his fingers whilst looking you dead in the eyes

- pretty dick 🎀 it’s long and thick, the veins running along his shaft prominent. his balls are tight and neat

- his signature positions? missionary and prone bone

missionary so he can look at you. he loves to watch the way your face twists in pleasure when the thrusts a certain way. he loves to see what he can to to make you grit your teeth and throw your head back. watching the way your tits bounce after every thrust? lu thinks he’s in heaven every time.

prone bone for the main event. he’ll always place a pillow under your hips so your ass is slightly arched for him. he likes to sit upright and watch for a moment as he drives his cock into you painfully slowly, pulling back all the way to the tip, before bottoming out again. he loves observing just how deep he can go before he goes all out, pounding into you as hard as he can with stamina that never seems to end until you’re clenching around him and he’s releasing into you

- condoms? nah. he likes to watch his cum dripping out of you once you’re done

- lu guang subtly teases and praises you, always.

“i know baby, i know. i’ll give you what you need soon”

“so wet for me already. i haven’t even touched you yet”

“lift up your hips for me, my love”

“i know it hurts, taking me so well, princess”

- AFTERCARE WARRIOR!!!! lu guang basks in the afterglow without fail every single time. he’ll always make sure you’re taken care of first, helping to clean you up and make sure you’re hydrated.

he’s holding you close, gently, as though you might break if he lets you go as you talk, watch tv, or just lay there together. he’s happy to do whatever as long as he’s with you.

lu gueng may not say much, but his intense love for you is always shown in these precious, intimate moments ❤️

cheng xiaoshi

cheng xiaoshi is messy, sensitive and emotional. he has a knack for getting ahead of himself, but he’s an extremely passionate lover

- he’s fast and so so handsy. he sloppily makes out with you, whimpering and grinding his hips into you before your clothes are even off. patience is not his virtue.

- he’s clingy, emotional and vocal. it’s like he’s scared to let go of you, as though you’ll vanish. after all, he’s no stranger to having people he loves disappear without a trace. he’s so loud and has no fear of anyone hearing him. he needs you to know

“fuck, i love you. i love you so much baby please…”

“wanna feel you, i need you”

“don’t leave me, baby. please, don’t ever leave me”

- body worshipper 👑 he’s sloppy, filthy even. he’s licking you, biting you, anywhere he can. your neck, chest and the insides of your thighs are littered with hickeys. he doesn’t give a shit. he wants everyone to know that you’re his

- ORAL FEASTING 🍽️ - the way this man DEVOURS your pussy as though you’re the most delectable meal… he’s spitting on you, licking, nipping sucking, fucking you with his fingers, losing his breath and moaning into your folds until you’re releasing all over his face. he doesn’t have a particular skill the way lu guang does - he just goes to town until you’re screaming his name

- the most SENSITIVE cock. he stands loud and proud, long and thick, and his sensitivity is on another LEVEL. he’s shivering and whimpering at the slightest touch and gets full body shudders when you clench around him. his balls are full and heavy and he loves it when you grab them.

- his favourite positions? cowgirl & doggy

- cowgirl because he feels closest to you when you ride him. he’s grasping your ass with both hands helping you grind into him, face buried in the junction between your neck and shoulder, sinking his teeth into the skin there

- doggy because he loves the way you arch your back and how your ass bounces off of his hips as he pounds into you from behind. he’s completely bottoming out, sinking his cock into you as deep as it can possibly go, fucking the prettiest, filthiest noises from you (his are on the same level as yours)

- condom? nah. he’s sensitive and it feels even better when he’s hitting it raw. he likes watching his cum drip out of you and fucking it back in with his fingers (or his cock if he’s still hard 😏)

- CRIES WHEN HE CUMS. send message.

- another aftercare king yes yes yes.

pulls you on top of him until you both come down from your highs, tracing patterns on your back and telling you sweet nothings about how beautiful you are, how good you feel, how good you make him feel

cleans you up and makes sure you have everything you want before hopping back into bed with you and scrolling through his tiktok fyp, yapping as normal and making you watch every single video he finds funny

- in a nutshell, this man bares his entire SOUL to you through sex. very regularly 🙂‍↕️

im gonna go grown myself in holy water now

i need cheng xiaoshi like i need oxygen

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Because I feel feral!Hank or Hank in general does not get enough love. Here's some ideas for him"

-Because he's covered in fur, he puts out a lot stronger pheromones than the other ferals. If he were to not shower for a while, even non-ferals would start to smell it too. So he takes extra care when washing as to not assualt anyone's senses. But it's very useful for scent marking his bby.

- The obsessively cleanliness and lab safety protocol means his bby also gets regularly cleaned.

- imagine him and his bby doing science together with matching lab coats. Do it. For the good of your heart.

- He definitely keeps planner for his heats, or any other Feral related things. It completely separate from his normal one.

- Remember, he's got brains and brawn. So no matter how big his kid is, they will be picked up.

- if his bby is a clone of him like Laura is to Logan, he is gonna be so protective and worried. Constantly worried something is gonna take them away from him or that unseen damage from the experiments are gonna catch up to them like how the adamantiam is poisoning Logan in the movie, Logan.

- he watches his bby through the mansion cameras.

- he'll allow reader around Logan and others but none else

He is such a proud, protective, and cuddly papa/mentor. He's such a nice guy, too. Seriously.

• Hank is making sure he and Reader and the other teens are eating three square meals a day, have nutritional snacks, are getting rest when they need it, and makes sure sure drink their water

• He's making sure he and Reader have matching lab coats. If he has a lanyard with Bones (aka Dr. McCoy) from Stsr Trek from Reader, he is keeping it on him at all times

• Loves hugs, gives them all the time, will accept any hugs from his bby. If he goes into instincts, he's basically just cuddling them and Logan amd Kurt and Laura in a dog pile of fluff amd blankets, happily getting some much needed sleep with his friends and family!

• Checks Reader over any time they feel sick or get a wound dirty or got in an accident. He uses the cute character bandaids for Reader and the others teens. Makes sure everyone takes their medicine if they're sick or have a prescription. Believes chicken noodle soup is a godsend and will feed it to the kids and adults when it's flu season

• Is very very clean. Will keep himself groomed, he's washing his fur every day, trins it in the summer, etc. . Definitely makes sure the kids and Logan shower and bathe regularly. He will NOT have them getting sick or infected because they weren't clean! He's looking at you, Logan!

• Loves making science experiments with Reader. They've made slime, they've looked over preserved animals in jars, they studied chicken eggs for its incubation period (and gave the chickens a good home), have tested what liquids are heavier than others, have made soda volcanoes together, etc.

• Reads books to Reader. Especially Shakespeare and fairy tales, because they're classics

• If he goes into instincts and finds our someone hurt Reader or any of his kids, he's NOT going easy on them. Terrifies the cr*p out of whoever hurt them, hunts them, scares them half to death, and once they've fainted from fear or wet themselves, he's gone- (back to Reader and the teens because, look, kits, he took care of it, it's safe now, no need to worry anymore-!)

• If Reader was a clone of him, he is taking very good care of them. He's monitoring them and their health, he's giving them therapy, he's making sure they aren't overwhelmed, he's giving him medicine when they're being too stubborn, he makes sure they have everything and anything they need. He's looking his care through providing any help they need, medical or emotional or physical. The moment he thinks Reader is being poisoned or dying from a past experiment, Hank is checking them over and running tests. His kit is NOT DYING on HIS watch! Now eat your stew, drink your water, and take the medicine-!

• Will spy on Reader through the cameras and keeps track of where they've been. If he thinks Reader is out too long or he catches them in a lie, he is making them stay at the mansion and starting lessons on what is and isn't good behavior. Trusts Reader, but knows they're not going to tell him everything, so he does his best to know everything through other means

• Is usually a 9/10, but when he's more paranoid, it gets closer to 7.5/10 or a 6/10

[softmamawrites]

Several Sentences Sunday (going up on a Monday)

tagged by the lovely @roseszirnheld love you bby 💕

I’ve got 4 different snippets because my brain doesn’t know the meaning of focus

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Alpha Stalag Bucky

“Do you ever think about it? About the fucking destruction we cause?” Bucky asks quietly, his breathing hitches when she brushes her lips across the fresh scab on his skin, goosebumps form on his skin. While Audrey shifts in his lap again, her hand slides down from his chest to gently cup his length between them.

The green button up on her body shifts to show off her shoulder, before she brings her mouth up to his. John grunts softly as she squeezes around him, before he lifts her up so she can slip his tip between her already wet folds. A combination of his cum from earlier and her slick eases the way for him to slide home. Audrey rests her pelvis against his while she lets out a deep breath at the never ending stretch.

Cleganmarge - with a twist

They had lived in a POW camp, everyone’s scent was always a little sour, a little distressed around the edges. It had almost every alpha on alert constantly, Gale had been included in that majority. Him and Brady had both been on damage control for their barrack room, both of the alphas had tried desperately to get all of the men to be calm. But there was only so much that could be done, and Brady was…well Brady, he liked a handful of them and Bucky tended to fall low on that list.

Gale quietly steps closer to the mess of blankets to gently pull them back, and it’s then that he can hear soft snores coming from inside of the blankets. He lets out a soft sound of relief at the fact that John was there and breathing, but now he’s concerned about why the man isn’t responding to the call of his name. Once Gale has the blanket pulled away the pit that has been his stomach completely caves in as he sees the mess that is John Egan.

alpha John Brady

The guards have begun to amble their way over, some of them leer while others mutter phrases in German. An alpha on alpha brawl was a spectacle in the outside world, to see one happening before their eyes was their own form of entertainment. If they could have thrown money into the ring they most certainly would have. Some of the other prisoners have begun to crowd around, before Murphy is darting away to go and get the two people who would have a fair shot at breaking them apart.

Johnny is on top again, with his fist raised to hit Gale in the nose when he’s suddenly being pulled back. The scent of burning cedar fills his nose as Benny wraps one of his arms around Johnny’s throat, the crook of his elbow meets the brunette’s Adam's apple. Benny’s other arm comes down to curl under Johnny’s bicep and lock across his chest almost like a seatbelt as he rips the taller man backwards. Meanwhile, Bucky grabs at Gale’s shirt to try to tug him out from underneath the seething and growling alpha that has become John Brady. It isn’t until Johnny is a good two feet away from Gale that he hears the trilling sobs that are coming out of Juliet’s mouth. He turns his head to look for her just to see that Crank is holding her up, her entire body is soaked to the bone from the rain and she’s shaking.

TWYN

Benny silently pulls into the driveway, and kills the engine for his green truck, he feels numb at the moment, the papers sitting in the passenger seat next to him are like a glaring beacon of hopelessness next to him. He was home…he wasn’t supposed to leave again, he had thought he’d be safe from this. He thought he’d be safe from getting these ugly pieces of papers dropped on his desk. Benny sits for just a minute longer, to look up and see the lights are on in the house.

If he squints enough, he can see Johnny spinning Juliet around in the living room while the kids all dance. No doubt one of the records he had picked up from the store was playing on the record player. Benny doesn’t want to go in there and tell them he’s leaving, he doesn’t want to go in there and tell them he has to go. Benny doesn’t want to go.

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anyone is welcome to play

I’m now going to go back to my depression den 💕

[swampstew]

hii raven!! i hope you're doing okay 🤲💓 could i ask for law and NSFW prompt 3 for your Captains mini-event? much love!!

Hiiii Ceb bby♥ I'm happy to end this fun little event with your request♥ You requested NSFW, Subtle Intimacy, and I'm happy to present you with [ Hair ] sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards.

Oh Captain, My Captain Law

Warnings: Spicy, Transmasc reader (no pronouns used and light mention of reader anatomy mentioned), handjob/handplay in the submarine, Law being Sassy™ Word count: 587 Minors DNI - you will be blocked.

Lightning ran through your body the moment Law’s finger grazed your ear. You tensed and he tensed for a moment too – before he finished tucking the stray hair behind your ear.

“Was that not ok?”

“No! No. I mean yes! Ah! I’m sorry I meant yes, it was ok. I didn’t mind!” your fists clenched tight as you held them to your sternum, eyes wide in exasperation. It happened every time. Every time he touched your body you felt your nerve endings light up through your central nervous system, flustering you in front of the man you admired most. Adored the most.

Secretly pined for the most.

Law smirked at you, and his fingers crept towards your face once more. Your breath hitched in anticipation and he absolutely saw.

“Missed one,” he whispered, tucking another strand of hair behind your opposite ear, only that time, his touch lingered. His fingers trailed to behind your lobe, then down to the nape of your neck. “Have I ever told you I like you hair?”

It’s hard to tell who moved first but suddenly both your heads instinctively tucked at an angle as your lips crashed into each other. Both his hands pulled at your roots as he angled your head up to his, slipping his tongue past yours in a battle of dominance.

Passionately kissing you while squeezing at your trapezius. Law began grinding his erection against you as his fingers tweaked your sensitive zones. He bit lightly on your lower lip before devouring your mouth again.

“Do you mind this?” he whispered before he pulled the hem of your stretchy sweatpants to snap against your goosebump riddled skin.

You gasped out loud before giving out a shaky nod, “W-wh-whatever you do—” you struggled to pant out through Law’s wandering fingers inside your underwear “—I can d-do better.” His eyes widened in surprise then amusement, watching your hand shyly pull at his button and zipper.

“Wanna bet?”

Caged against the steel wall by Law, he held one arm on the wall above your shoulder as his other hand strobed your sex, spreading your wetness as you mewled. You copied his actions and elicited a pleased sigh from the Captain.

He dropped his face down to suck on your neck as his pace grew noticeably sloppier – you maintained your pace and grip, firmly stroking his lengthy shaft with swift precision. With a twist of your wrist on the upwards slide, the mushroom tip spewed with sticky white all over your hand. His gray eyes were widened orbs – amazed, overwhelmed, lovestruck. A final rope of cum shot from your slowing motions and landed on your skewed sweatpants.

Law’s hand was re-energized and moved swiftly, immediately making you squirm in his hand. He rubbed his still dribbling cock against your exposed hip bone as his fingers worked their magic, returning his lips to bite at your neck. While you whimpered he husked into your ear, “I learned something new.”

He kissed you and held you to the wall as Law applied the trick you did for him to your own pleasure, and your reaction told him he was doing it right. Three seconds later and you came all over Law’s hand.

“Sh-shit. You learned that well far too quickly,” you pouted.

“I’ve always been a quick study,” Law chuckled. “C’mon, let’s change and talk about our bet.”

“But we didn’t actually bet anything.”

“I did, a date. I lost so now you have to take meon one.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

[ladylooch]

Tying Kevin up to a chair and making him lose his mind with hands, mouth, tongue... 😋😈

A/N: This is completely self indulgent. And I made it soft in the end cause I need that scene like BREATH right now. Fuck me good and make me feel safe. That’s the dream bbys. Thank you for this ask… it has taken awhile to get here, but I hope it is worth the wait 😘

This is part of Letters in Your Last Name because I literally went to post this and assumed it said Sam and Kevin originally and it absolutely did not ☠️

Word count: 1.6k

“Which one?” I ask Kevin, holding up the two tie options to him.

“Left.” He says after licking his lips. “I’m wearing the other one to the game tomorrow. Can’t have it wrinkled.”

I toss that one onto the dining room table, then step forward with the burgundy one. My eyes go to the tent just under the thick band of Swedish underwear he is wearing. I walk towards him, barefoot and only in a bra and panties. Slowly, I lower myself onto his lap. I run my gaze along the handsome features of his face. Flecks of gold are pronounced in his eyes with the fading sunlight of our spacious home. I tilt my head to the side, then grab both of his wrists. I pull them down from my hips and behind his back.

“You gonna be nice to me?” Kevin whispers. His voice is husky, dripping with a desire that makes me wet for him. I brush my nose along his jaw as I twist down with the tie. I wrap it around his wrists twice, then cross the two ends and tighten them closed. Kevin chases my face, kissing my cheeks, urging me to turn so our lips can connect. “You gonna fuck me like a good girl?” He whispers against my wet mouth.

“I don’t know… you’ve been kinda bad.” I say, pulling enough away that his lips can’t reach mine anymore. No problem for Kevin. He drops his face to rest between my plumped breasts. I’m wearing a new push up bra that has everything perfectly in place. He bites down on my skin, leaving an instant red mark.

“You’re such a brat tonight. All because I scored on your brother.” 

“Twice.” I fill in.

“Why are you mad at me? I did my job. I score then we score.” 

“You know what you did.” It wasn’t the goals. It was the celebration right in front of Alex. And then the obvious, cheeky grin he shot right at me as he skated to the bench. That kind of behavior… can’t go unchecked. So, tonight, Kevin loses the use of his silky mitts. 

“Your baby daddy is a super star.” There is that cheeky grin again.

“Careful. I might decide you lose use of your mouth too.” Kevin pops a thick eyebrow up in question. Then brings his chocolatey gaze back to my breasts. He leans forward, but I lean back again, not letting his mouth hit my warm skin. He growls. 

“When you untie me, you’re going to pay up for being so mouthy.”

"Gonna show you how mouthy I can be."

I run the tip of my nose along his jaw, then press my first kiss to his mouth. He turns his face so it rests against my cheek. He moans into my ear as I suck his skin between my lips. His breath tickles against the sensitive skin on my neck, tightening my nipples against his chest. The lace on my bra tickles at his chest hair. I run my mouth along his collar bone next, letting my tongue trace the ridge of his muscular chest. I brush kisses along his body as I work my way down to kneel between his wide thighs. He looks so good like this in front of me. Huge thighs spread wide on the chair, thick erection seeping from the tip as I pull him out of his underwear. I kiss the red tip as he exhales sharply. A moan follows as I wrap my lips around the very top of his cock. 

I watch his biceps tighten as he tries to bring his hands to my hair, forgetting they are tied behind his back. I smirk around his cock as I go lower, taking him deep, hesitantly teasing. Kevin’s head knocks back to the ceiling. A heavy curse falls from his swollen lips. 

“Ohmygod.” The words come from deep in his chest. “Oh.” He chokes when I take him deeper into my throat. He presses his hips up, pushing me further down him until my nose touches his abdomen. “Wow.” He pants. His noises have my folds soaked. I reach a hand down, bringing my hand into them to touch myself while Kevin watches. I work my mouth down him again, rubbing my clit as I do so. I moan around him, watching Kevin squeeze his eyes shut.

My velvet mouth takes him the way he needs it. I build into a consistent lap and suck alternating tempo. Kevin watches me playing with myself in tandem, breathing starting to become ragged. He licks his lips, moaning out deeply as he presses his hips up again. 

“More.” He demands. I answer immediately, pulling my hand out to grip the base of his shaft. My wetness hits his dick and everything gets hotter. “Baby, I need your pussy. Please. Get up here. Fuck me until you come.” He is unabashed, brazen with a slight curl to his top lip as he watches me get off my knees. “No, no, no.” He moans as I tease his sensitive, dribbling head through my folds. “Be my good girl. Need to fill you full, baby.”  

I oblige my husband like a good wife, sliding down until my pussy devours his cock. Kevin’s mouth falls open, speechless, breathless too, as I take him in one push down. I pull back up, then do it again. Kevin’s shoulders fall in pleasure.

“Doing everything you can not to cum?” I tease, nipping his top lip. Kevin looks tortured as he confirms my suspicion.

“All the stops. Your pussy is so good, baby. So wet and perfect for me.” He groans as I rock forward then back on him. 

“A… B…. C….” I joke, grinning at his strangled moan. 

“Gee-ZUS, fu-uuuck me.” He grits his teeth together, letting his head fall back so he is tilted up to my face. I lift completely, then stuff myself with him again.

I create a steady tempo as Kevin focuses on his breathing. He seems to regain a bit of control. His eyes are still wild and desperate though. I grin, feeling my chest swell at how sexy it feels to have him look at me like that. I bounce, taking him deep and consistent. 

“Take your bra off. Wanna taste you.” I reach around without stopping the tempo, unclasping the three clips. He attaches his lips over my nipple immediately, sucking it far into his mouth.

“Yeah.” I moan, feeling him begin to fuck up into me. “More of that.” I beg, not caring how needy I sound to him. I will gladly give up some of my control as long as he keeps doing that. “Yes.”

He picks up the tempo, matching his sucking and tonguing of my nipple with his hard thrusts. I can feel his heavy breath against my wet skin. I reach down, pulling his face away from me. I grab his chin in my hand, pressing my thumb and two fingers into the deep lines of his cheeks. I hold his face looking at mine. Kevin grins at the blissed out look on my face as we fuck each other desperately. My stomach tightens deep within. My other fingers fall down to my clit, working it with two fingers. 

“Come for me, gorgeous girl.” He watches my face, seeing I need one more nudge to go over. “Kiss me.” He licks his lips, looking so damn provocative as I crash my mouth onto his. His tongue comes to meet mine and he moans. The vibrations of it against my mouth have me coming. He releases into me immediately when my orgasm grips him, milking all of his seed from his swollen slit. Our juices flow out of me together as I slowly rock my way down to keep him buried to the hilt. I drop my forehead on his shoulder, exhausted, moaning at the little final flutters of my orgasm around him. Kevin sighs happily into my hair, lips kissing three times against my scalp, heading towards my ear. 

“I love you so much. Untie me. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“I love you too, but you haven’t learned anything.” I whine, staying on him as I lean forward to undo the tie. It comes apart quickly. Kevin wastes no time in getting his strong hands around me. He lifts me, taking himself out of me and standing up with me in his arms.

“Bath or shower?”

“Bath. With you.”

“Vanilla? Lavender? Almond?”

“Lavender… so you smell like that at morning skate tomorrow. That’s your other punishment.” 

“I love it. Reminds me of you.” 

After the water is ready, Kevin eases us both back into the sudsy warmth, me settled between his big thighs. After he puts my hair into an awkward bun, his lips make a home on my head next to it. He softly presses kisses there every so often as we contently relax into the flowery water together. 

“Baby, are you asleep?” Kevin whispers after awhile.

“Mmm.” I respond, even though I am definitely 30 seconds from losing any grip on reality. 

“You wanna get out?”

“No.” I murmur, snuggling deeper into his chest. I let my head fall back to his shoulder, tilting my head at an angle so he can kiss along my face. Gradually, I open my eyes to look at his brown orbs soaking me in. 

“Miluji tě, zlato.” His whisper barely disrupts the quiet night, adding a softness to his harsher native tongue.

“Miluji tě víc, má lásko” I respond.

I love you more, my love.

[strawberrycherriesncream]

Ringo character study, kinda sorta. The basics are about his illness and his strange relationship with over coming it. Also poly ship bby featuring Blackmore and Mountain Tim bc they deserve nice things

2,055 words; blood & illness & mentions of Ringo’s backstory (if you know you know)

Living out in the middle of nowhere came with its own special list of perks that made it more desirable than moving into town. The most notable was the quiet. He could sit out on the front porch steps without worry of polite conversation. It was truly peaceful without the hustle and bustle of city living Blackmore subjected himself to as Mr. Valentine’s personal hunting dog. There were no neighbors to cater to or bother whenever the echo of gunshots rang throughout the trees. Scattering the panicking birds and making his ears ring.

But the best was the fact he was able to enjoy his duels without meddling strangers dragging the sheriff’s and deputy’s into the middle of his business. No one but him and the body of the person that failed to kill him should intervene in a one on one duel.

Ringo grimaced, hidden behind his crop top’s raised collar as the deep scratch in his lungs itched like a wild animal flared up something fierce. The empty cylinder of his Colt sat in his palm, half disassembled to be cleaned. Bullets sat on the wooden porch between him and Tim, whom remained blissfully unaware of his silent struggle to smother the episode that’s been threatening him all day to make its grand appearance. Since the moment he woke up this morning, he’s been struggling not to cough or imply he’s feeling under the weather.

It’s been hell trying to keep it together for when they leave in the morning. Blackmore had been particularly antsy about going back to work, having expressed his worry for their employer in his absence despite Mr. Valentine having at least one of his personal bodyguards with him at all times.

The next exhale was wet and far too warm. It wasn’t often Ringo doubted anything, but he doubted he’d be able to hide his illness for much longer. Which would prompt Tim to stay with him until he felt better and Blackmore would throw a fuss and be upset the next time he saw him because he’d be unable to stay. And while he would appreciate the gesture, he didn’t want to worry either of them when he had a cure. He just had to wait for someone to come around. Travelers got lost all the time and wander towards the smoke of the fireplace to seek help. Which they would be then prompted into a death match.

The dirt around the house was filled with the bones and blood of people never able to kill him. People with murder that burned in their eyes but unable to shoot him dead. People that were likely reported missing and never able to be found by the families that missed them. But those that had that certain fire in their eyes marked a good day for many of the families he’d taken them away from.

Ringo doubted anyone would wander into the orchard in the coming days, knew that even if someone did happen to stumble upon him, that Tim would offer his assistance to guide them safely back out and give directions towards to wherever they were headed. That was just the kind of man Tim was. A kind one, always willing to help a stranger to the best of his ability. Something he deeply respected about the cowboy.

Tim was a different kind of man than him. Offering his time and help to the sheriffs to work as a bounty hunter and always returning with the bounty alive. Ringo wouldn’t have been nearly as kind. For him, if he chose to walk down that path, every instigation would become a duel for his life. Offering the chance to kill him in exchange for their freedom. It would greatly benefit both parties as the bounty would be a free man if they succeeded, and help guide him towards becoming a better man himself.

But he wasn’t going to seek someone out. That would defeat the purpose of bettering himself through duels meant to be nothing more than pure intended murder. Giving an option other than killing him would soil his betterment and make it obsolete. There would be no point in hunting anyone down. Trapping them and giving only one option, to kill him, was the only way.

Clearing his throat relieved some of that maddening itch but only made it worse as the desire to cough burned. The rocking chair Tim had dragged outside creaked from Blackmore idly pushing himself back and forth with his foot. A sack of pears sat between Tim’s feet, the same pears he was peeling with a knife and cutting into chunks to periodically hand back to Blackmore. Tim offered him some as well, but each time, Ringo would decline. The taste of blood on the back of his tongue had already ruined both breakfast and lunch.

It started off easy. A singular cough that started a chain reaction. Like dislodging a tiny pebble out of the wedge underneath a boulder that came tumbling down the hill.

Doubling over, he covered his mouth with his fist as hacking coughs raked his body. Violently sputtering up blood where it splattered against his fist, seeping into the wrinkles and pores of his skin and into the fabric of his gloves. Blood dribbled down the crease of his lips, uncomfortably warm drooling down his chin.

These flare ups always reminded him of being a child. He wondered if Tim felt the same way out on the range with the long hours of the sun beating down on him. If he thought back on his time as a soldier marching through the desert with his company slowly dying from dehydration. Ringo admired him for braving the sun’s rays after knocking on death’s door by its own hand. He knew a thing or two about that door. The familiar cracks and peeling paint, chipped along the frame where people have fought kicking, clawing and screaming to be spared.

There was no reason to be scared of death. It felt like how mom used to hold him when she would quietly sit by his side dabbing away the blood dribbling out his lips and down his neck. He always felt content when she did that. Loved. Death felt exactly like that.

Tim was at his side the second he noticed something was truly wrong. His hand felt heavy but warm and comforting on his shoulder. Reassurance he wasn’t alone.

Thankfully, the fit didn’t last long. His chest and lungs ached, feeling like someone lit his muscles on fire and stomped all over his chest like dirt. His face felt flushed and sweaty.

The sheer look of alarm on Tim’s face would forever be seared into his mind. Along with the fear hidden underneath a faux front of being brave. Tim wiped away the blood off his lips and chin the best he could. Smearing red into his skin.

Ringo’s eyes trailed after him cautiously. Uncertain. This was a part of himself he’s always seen as weak and vulnerable. A part of himself he’s never been able to accept and buried underneath a convincing lie of a suicidal ideation.

“Is it a Stand attack?” Blackmore asked, glancing around from underneath his umbrella. If it was, he’d be unable to defend himself utilizing his own Stand. He’s always said his ability was useless without the rain, and yet he still put his body in between them and the orchard.

Forever trained to give his life for what he believed was greater.

Ringo sighed. It came out wheezing and rough as speckles of blood came out his nose. “It’s no Stand attack. Just my body acting up again. Nothing more than that I’m sick.”

“How long has this been going on?” Tim demanded, getting up to his feet with a sense of urgency in it with his hand raised ready to call for his horse. “We need to get you to a doctor.”

Ringo snorted in dry amusement and went back to cleaning his gun. Tiny bits of blood were freckled all over the cold metal and wooden grip. “A doctor ain’t going to help me.”

The sentiment was touching, and made his chest all fuzzy. In a good way for once today.

“It’s their code of conduct,” Blackmore defended. That placidness no longer present in his voice. He strode forward and slipped to his side in an instant. Without Tim he wouldn’t be able to move him but Ringo had a feeling that wasn’t about to stop him. “They cannot refuse to treat someone.”

“I apologize, Blackmore. I didn’t mean it like that.” Ringo took a deep breath, that quickly proved to be a mistake as a coughing fit started up something fierce. Tim looked worried, scared almost, bless his heart, but couldn’t do much more besides rub his back soothingly until the fit stopped. It didn’t let up and blood pooled up his throat. Coating his tongue in a layer that felt disgustingly thick. Spitting it out in the dirt, he glared at it. Despising it for everything that it was. “Going to a doctor won’t change this. They hadn’t been able to help when I was a child and they won’t be able to figure it out now. Besides, I have a cure for it. Though it’s temporary.”

Tim groaned. “You think those death squabbles of yours does something to help that?”

He sounded angry. At what? Ringo pretended to be unsure.

“Yes, I’m positive they help. I have undeniable proof it helps.” The reassurance fell on deaf ears. All he could see on Tim’s face was panic, his hands were trembling like he was battling something difficult and not being able to do anything but watch. “There’s no reason to worry, Tim. This was inevitable and not something that can be fixed or changed with medicine.”

“Have you tried.” Tim gritted out.

Ringo shrugged, acting nonchalant and dropping the bullets back into their home within the cylinder. “My mother did, but me specifically? No. I found the cure without the need of a doctor.”

Found the cure at the cost of his sisters and mother being murdered.

Blackmore shifted anxiously on his feet. Like he wanted to say something but was too nervous to get it out. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done that. Tim didn’t look happy at all. Neither of them did.

“The only way to make it stop is by dueling someone with dark intentions,” Ringo told them. A part of him knew deep down he was bullshitting himself because of everything that happened that day. How he’s never been able to get over it. “I figured it out by killing the man that murdered my mother and sisters then tried raping me. This gun was his. I took it from him and shot him. He didn’t believe I’d actually do it.”

He’s told them before. Bits and pieces of his childhood. Never about being sick and frail. The shame ate him up inside. The regret and pain of losing his family after having been branded traitors and having to pick up and leave.

“He wore a military uniform.” Ringo pointed out towards the orchard, between the spread of trees. Blackmore turned to look but faced back around with a frown when he saw nothing remarkable. “He’s buried somewhere out there. I could probably find it if I needed to.”

Living out in the middle of nowhere meant not many people came around, making it difficult to read people whom didn’t wear their heart on their sleeve. But being so close, he saw how Tim’s shoulders tensed and in that moment, remembered he had been a soldier himself.

Quietly, Blackmore slipped into the house, only to come back shortly with a cup of piping hot coffee as he didn’t usually keep tea in the house. Softly saying it was for his throat in the hopes to ease the pain, Blackmore handed it to him and sat down beside him. Thighs touching as the assassin invaded his space to lay his head on his shoulder.

Pity was useless but he’d let his partners do whatever they wanted if it was to comfort themselves. The past is the past. What’s done is done. No one in the world can go back and change that.

[theonepiecebrainrotisreal]

FIOSDGSDFGUHDSGUH OMFG YIPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! JEN UR ACTUALLY CRAYYYYYZAYYY INSANE FOR BEING ABLE TO CHURN OUT THOSE 15 PAGES SO FAST OMFG!!!!!!! UR CRACKED CONGRATULPATIONS T O T!!!!!! WAHHURAWHUHUHFSH

im never getting over how nice ur screentones are T O T!!!! u use such nice textures wahhhh ; u ;

BRO TAGE B SOUNDING LIKE SUCH A TANTRUMING TODDLER RN ROESIOGSIRGTHRDS

Im a big fan of aces shadow being cast onto the tent eheheh, ATMOSPHEREEE ✨

this is a fun lil sequence!!! it also absolutely REEEKS of sad puppy ace. Just. the way hes all hunched over and slowly turns around. HE IS SOOO SOPPING SOGGY WET I CANT BELIEVE U JUST SAID U HATED ACE WTFFFFF!!!! TAGE NOT COOL.

aegghh the harsh split between the bright white of the outside and how dark and depressing it is inside ; u ; wahhh the thick outline on tage,,,, oeawweagh its such a strong pose i want to give him a million hugs ; u ; :(((( aoeigehgh,,,, also,,, i rlly like how u arranged the speech bubbles on this page O _ O and WAH OFC ACE KNOWS FIRE CAN B SCARY TOOO T O T HE SAW GREY TERMINAL GET ALL COATED IN FLAMES WAHHH

omg im such a master of prediction i knew he wud talk about it

broooo you cant be hitting us with such a pretty panel T O T!!!!

the lil panel of inhaling to build up that slight bit of anticipation before ace drops da facts.... and the way the camera zooms out too,,, KYAAA SO CINEMATICCCC~!!!

The shadows on aces face are GORGEOUS, my bby girl is sooo 3 dimensional <333

the wisps of smoke around him look SO GNARLY and do so well to frame the whole thang, u were actually so big brain for this

WAHHHH IM BEING BLOWWWNN AWAYY???? WAHHTTT/??? I THINK THIS IS SOME OF UR BEST FLOWY WORK BRO THIS LOOKS IIINSSAAAANELLY GOOD??? WTF??? THIS ACTUALLY FLOWS SOO WELL. AND THE WISPS OF SMOKE CROSSING OVER LUFFY AND ACE MAKE IT ALL CONNECT SO MUCH BETTER. BROI THIS PAGE IS DROP DEAD GORGEOUS I AM LOSING MY BONKERS.

omggg haii luffy <333 🥺🥺🥺🥺

ah. ah. ah,. ahfsd.;a ha

the previous page was so overwhelming and suffocating and then this page is so. free.

I feel the breath of fresh air in my BONES.

JEN DONT THINK I DONT SEE UR DEVIOUS TRICKS. WAUWRFUHASETGHSUDGHUSDHUGHUGDS!!!!!!!!!!!

ACES WORDS ARE COMFORTING HIM NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

also BRO. there are the (really really pretty n cool) leaves in the background of the second page but not in the first!!! Sabo was so overwhelmed before that he blocked out EVERYTHING around him!!!

OMGGG HE TOOK DA MASSSKKK OFFF. PRETTTY BOY!!!!!!!!

jen u gotta stop cooking so hard i think u textured this beach leik. so beautifully and softly. likeeeee. LIKEEE

aeghh.. atmospheric... reaching into the light......... symbolism... he making it his lifes mission to make it into the spotlight n prove his worth or smthin (or maybe... reaching 2 find the warmth of nakama 🥺🥺🥺)

NOOO THESE SHOTS ALWAYS GET MEEE. WAHHHHH. WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. also quick stop to hjust mention how gnarly all the leaves look in this comic. like JEN they look SO GOOD!!!

this is gorgeous. im astonished at how genuinely atmospheric this comic is. you're doing such a fantastic job with the lighting it takes my breath away. the way the light peeks in from underneat the curtain... there's a glow behind where's sabo sitting and while u might have done that just to seperate him from the background a bit,,,, ace is also sitting behind him!!! I think,,, the thought of ace being that light is vry ; u ;

I love how the background is gone. the curtains are being put away. Sabo is truly letting his barriers down but....

NOOO THE CURTAINS ARE BACK T O T!!! BARRIERS BACK UP PACK IT UP BOYS HES NOT READY TO TALK ABOUT HIS TRAUMA TO MAH BOY

jen please dont worry when i say this!!!! but

IM GONNA END IT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ITS JOEVER FOR ME

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AETGFSDGSDHUG

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FUHSDGHU

HOW DO I KEEP MOVING ON

I CANT DO THISS OTESGISDFHG

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH

(omggg pretty leaves <333)

god... sabos mindscape is so empty.... so much of his life was wiped away. the hills in the background look so devoid of life (its because they have no pretty leaves >:////)

the allconsuming scratchy blackness of sabos scar. so much of his life was taken from him and I think you brilliantly communciate the horror of his memory loss

The ASL reflection is such a subtle but genuinely heartbreaking detail. I couldn't breathe when I saw it man. I think im gonna tear up i am tearing up im not okay. baby sabo.... how lost were you when you woke up again?

omfg i just realised the 'bench' hes sitting on is a dock. when he went and sailed away for the first time. jen im never forgiving you.

EDIT: OHH WAIT well the text IS literally saying something hes meant to be search on for the seas... how many times did he sit on a dock like this just staring blankly into the oceans....? wondering? oeguh

oh haaeeeyyy u draw hands so nicely :DDD

im so

heartbroken

im

i

fuckkk

ohhfd

im crying nooo

noo

nooo

bofno

nooo

nooo

tage..

sabo

yo

youi arent

fufciuckkk

hes had so much taken from him i cant

hes so babygirl omfg

THE REFLECTION ON THE MASKK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. CLEVER ASS FRAMINGGG NOOOOO

JENNN I HATE YOUUUU

ACE IS SO GOOD AT DISARMING HIS BARRIERS

MAKING HIM FEEL SAFE

HES GOT HIS BACK T O T

TAGE IS BACK IN COMMISSION BOYS!!! READY TO FACE THE WORLD o7!!! (sabo is vry much not tho RIP)

thanku jen for this wonderful chapter u actually leik legit broke my heart and im never recovering thanku <3333

Fire (part 3)

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(Spade Pirate Sabo AU Masterpost)

[tchaikovskym]

I love the sky like wherever u go u know that the sky is pretty much the same everywhere

[lovejosephquinn]

Under 18's DNI & if you're not interested in Joe smut, please scroll ahead, tysm.

Credit to my bby @joejoequinnquinn for finding the perfect image

I'm sorry for my brain computing pervy!Joe. I just-

Joe wasn't able to get you out of his brain, you're only friends and you always have been but to him it goes so much deeper than that. He's lost in his head going crazy about you, not necessarily thinking of the way you'd look all pretty on your knees for him, or the way you'd look throwing your head back as your cunt devoured his length, even the way your hips bucked up as his lips sucked on your clit, no it goes way more intimate than the filthy kind.

It was the way you smiled, the way you laughed at him when he delivered a funny statement, the several ways that you'd touch him in approval of what he said. The way you rolled your eyes and scrunched your nose up at his sarcasm, the way you hugged him tight in hello's and goodbye's. The way you danced around all silly being your natural self, singing along to the car radio in the passenger seat, the way you'd text him randomly throwing him off as he didn't expect to hear from you that day.

That was when he found himself laid out on the sofa that evening scrolling through his camera roll when he came across a photo he'd taken of you at a party, smiling sweetly and posing for the picture, the way your cleavage busted out, the way your hair stroked your collar bone, just the general beauty of you had him palming at his jeans, the bulge tightening beneath his touch as he gasped for air; not being able to think of anything else but you. "My god, you're so beautiful love." Joe choked out, undoing the zipper and button to make the throbbing of his now fully thick erection easier to attend to. Sliding down his jeans and teasing himself by stroking the sides of his cock, he whimpered deep from his throat as his retinas burnt through his phone screen. The chocolate eyes were no where to be seen, just darkened fully dilated pupils.

Not being able to take anymore of the self inflicted mess he was creating, Joe pulled himself to drown his thoughts in the shower, to let all the deep desire and frustration out on himself the way he knew only how. As he stripped down stark naked, waiting for the shower to warm up, he tossed his phone to the side leaving your image on his screen well enough still in his sight; taking one last look he stepped under the water and closed the glass door shut.

Wetting his whole body, the steam hitting his face making his cheeks blush, his cock still stood proud and there you were when he shut his eyes tight, on your knees before him taking little kitten licks on his tip, he could hear your giggle, your eyes staring up into his as you took him into your mouth. "I need to show that pretty little mouth what it does to me Y/N." That was when he came back down to reality, his eyes shooting open, he looked down to see his fist tightly gripped to his shaft, pumping slowly as beads of pre-cum descended onto the floor. If this was the only way to see you in this way, so be it.

Pressing his arm onto the wall across from him and leaning his forehead against it, Joe's mouth gaped open as he took faster strides up and down, jerking harshly and letting out breathy groans, edging himself on further until his eyes shut once more to keep the day dream going. He pictured you patiently waiting for his seed, mouth wide open, tongue sticking out whilst you finger fucked your hole in anticipation. "Y-yeah you w-want my cum? I k-know you want me, I w-want you so f-fucking bad." He stuttered out, flashing his eyes open once more to find his new demeanour was his hips thrusting into his fisted grip. Joe swatted his head round just seeing the image of you on his phone screen through the distorted, condensed glass.

His eyes shut once more as his hips picked up the pace, you were now bent over and his fist was now the walls of your cunt, taking every inch of him as he rammed into you as hard as he could go. "Your pussy is fucking heaven baby, you feel so tight, oh shit-" His eyes immediately rolled to the back of his head as he felt the intensity of the climax building. "Fuck yes, f-fucking yes Y/N. You don't know what you do to me. I- I'm going to cum, I-I'm so close." Joe moaned out, twisting his wrist in circular motions, the water bouncing onto the tip of his cock only urging him to finish.

Glancing down at the careless way he was abusing his cock, his breathing ruptured. As if the echoing of the bathroom tiles weren't enough to louden his noise, the way he cried out your name would surely do it. His cock burst in that moment, cum spewing in every corner of the four walls of the shower block, coating the ever growing load over his thick fingers. "Holy shit." Joe sighed sharply, shuddering the tingly sensation that fell from head to toe as he rid out his orgasm.

Once cleaned up and ready to get out, Joe dried himself off, slipping the towel around his waist and grabbing his phone, slowly walking into the bedroom and planting himself down on the edge of his bed. Head in his hands, he felt like he'd degraded the both of you to his horny, filthy thoughts, without even you knowing a thing.

Joe unlocked his screen, taking one last look at the photo, biting the edge of his thumb, his soft eyes relaxed as he took you in once more. "One day, I'll tell you the truth." He smiled slight, but not enough to catch a happy emotion at a crime he'd felt like he'd just committed, sure there was nothing wrong with lusting over your friend, a friend that he clearly liked more than a friend, but that was the furthest his mind had ever taken him. Locking his phone and throwing it to the other side of the bed, he laid back, rubbing his hands over his face, making a pact that he was sure to let you know the way he felt, sooner rather than later hopefully. One day he might.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: xiao, kazuha, thoma, scaramouche, and aether

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the type of boys you can fuck until they break, finger open until they can't take it, and the type you can jerk off until they're milked completely dry.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): this shit nsfw, subby genshin boys, dom reader, mentions of reader having a dick/ strap-on (just read as cock lol), fingering ( giving ), anal sex, tentacles, double penetration, handjobs, nipple play, bondage, overstimulation, humiliation, mind break, oral ( giving ), deepthroating, outdoor sex, degradation ( lots of it lmao ), sexual punishment, sex toys, semi-public sex, puppy play, 69-ing, masturbation, mating press

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: gender neutral

𝐧𝐨�� 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: first fuck ー 6black, jhené aiko

because i'm horny as fuck and i'd like to have my own bby boy thank you very much ( `ε´ )

nsfw below!

" Hnghh, finally, home at last," you sighed happily and you stretched out your arms, popping your bones in the process. It had been such a long day today, and you'd promised your precious boy that you would've been back sooner, but jeez, to think you'd be held back this late.

" 'Mm so tired," you mumbled as you placed your bag onto the floor, already forgetting about it, and becoming more focused on greeting your beloved. He was probably busy, seeing as how he didn't greet you like he normally would. You smiled to yourself, already knowing why. No matter, you'd come to greet him yourself.

You opened the bedroom door, already perking up once you heard him shuffling around. " Sorry I was late sweetie, today was a long day." You smiled wistfully as you approached him.

" Did you have a good day?"

" Mmpf! Hnghh, mmff!"

Well, he couldn't properly answer you, seeing as how his mouth was completely gagged, muffling any noises that he would've made. He was completely naked, his pretty little cock standing upright and an angry red, with spurts of previous orgasms splattered across his tummy. His nipples hadn't fared much better, seeing as how the tentacles you'd placed on earlier were still sucking away, the lewd wet sound filling the air.

But what really fired you up, was the good amount of slimy tentacles that were slamming into him like crazy, fucking him like he was their personal cocksleeve. Several had kept his legs spread apart, so he wouldn't try and resist the endless amount of pleasure the ones buried deep inside were giving him. From what you could tell, all of the tentacles you'd left him with had each had their turn with him, and then some.

His once vibrant eyes had become hazy, long since pleasured-dazed and too fucked out to focus on anything else except for the stretch of his cute ass, and his pretty nipples being sucked on. But they turned onto you, and you saw something akin to relief briefly flicker in them. That, and he made a particularly happy sound, albeit muffled.

" Were you a good boy today?" you smiled, acting as if you weren't the reason he was a lewd mess in the first place. His eyes teared up more as if he were begging you to hurry up and take the tentacles out already. He left out more muffled cries as he squirmed even more, desperate to have your touch on his bare body.

" My my, eager are we sweetie?" you snickered, pushing back the stray hairs on his flushed forehead, before pressing a gentle kiss onto his forehead as lovingly as you could. You smiled warmly at him, as he continued to squirm, even attempting to have your legs press against his lower half, but you wouldn't let him.

" If you stop pushing your hips like a dog, then I might give you a reward" you cooed softly as you slipped your fingers under the gag, your other hand busy untying it, until it finally fell from his drool-stained lips, the sticky liquid having thoroughly soaked it. You pulled away to admire your handiwork, taking note of his labored breathing.

" P-pleashe-hngh! pleashe take them ouwt.." he babbled, silently sobbing as he attempted to push himself closer to you. " Hmm, impatient as ever I see," you sighed in feigned disappointment, a slight pout on your lips. You lowered your hand before extending your pointer finger between his chest, and then slowly trailing it downwards until your fingertip was on his leaking head. He let out a whimper, his cock twitching at your touch.

With that, you wrapped your hand tightly around the base of his leaking erection drawing out a yelp from the man beneath you.

"guhh-w-wait, n-not-ooh!"

You grinned, already having planned to not let him have any relief just yet. Yes, it was cruel, but you wanted to see him cry, you wanted to see him pushed over the edge, you wanted to see him completely fucked out until he couldn't even think or walk anymore.

You wanted to break him.

" You can cum a few more times, can't you sweetie?"

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

Xiao is so pretty when he's underneath you, his once cold and gruff facade now melted away, and in its place a fucked out mess of a man who can barely even walk. Surely if anyone were to see him like this, they'd get the shock of their life. The Vigilant Yaksha himself, bent over like he's some common whore, taking your cock so so deep and cumming all over himself.

His nipples are sensitive, especially when you pinch them between your fingers and tug on them to get his attention. Poor Xiao has had you do this to him, but out in public, where anyone could see. His lithe body is trembling in your tight embrace as you pinch and tug on his pretty nipples, with no ounce of shame or embarrassment in any of your actions. Even when he hisses at you to quit it, or warning you of a nearby passerby, you pay no heed to his words, just continuing to toy with the cute nubs.

Xiao's moans are so incredibly adorable and when he first moaned, it rather caught you off guard to how cute and lewd they sounded, especially, well, coming from someone like him. They're so breathy, high-pitched, slightly feminine even. And his voice always seems to come out like this when you toy with any of his sensitive spots; that's when his cold and rough facade melts away, and what's left is a flustered mess of a man who can barely hide the growing bulge in his pants.

Bondage works quite well with Xiao, more so than one would think that it would. But after some careful wording and consideration, you've got the yaksha right where you want him. His pretty little cock spurting out cum as your fingers massage his prostate over and over, and you'll watch quite eagerly as he's pushed beyond his limits. It helps with the fact that he can't push away your fingers as they harshly pinch his cute nipples, or grip your wrists tightly as your jerk him off into the nth orgasm.

He always looks so cute with your cock stuffed down his tight little throat, his cheeks hollowed out, and wet gagging noises filling the air. He starts out with little kitten licks, gently lapping at the tip and all over the member. But of course, you're not satisfied with something as trifling as that and force your cock all the way down his tight throat. Gripping his long teal locks, you'll facefuck him, his pretty tears and cries only fueling you even further. And when you finally reach your peak, you shove your cock as deep as it can go, keeping him pressed against your crotch until you're satisfied, and eventually pull him off.

Overstimulating and pushing Xiao past his limits is always so much fun since he can't do anything but take what you give him. No matter how much he tells you that it's too much, or that he can't possibly cum anymore, you won't stop until you've practically milked him dry. You've made him cum so many times at a time that he began to squirt like he was a whore. Whether it be your hand jerking his little cock off, your cock slamming into his tight hole, or your tentacles having their turns with him, you'll happily push Xiao beyond his limits until he breaks.

Xiao is such a good boy and hardly ever does anything to garner any punishments; always doing anything you ask, even if it is a rather humiliating feat. The most he's done to rebel if at all, would be his embarrassed expression, his movements halted. But still, you like to give the occasional punishment, as a way to see that crying face of his. So you'll have your tentacles play with him, toy around with him until he breaks, while you watch in excitement, waiting for him to crumble before you.

" Woah, Xiao look, you really came so much!" You chirped excitedly, your ( eye color ) eyes brightening as you watched said man tremble, his head thrown back against your shoulder. He was sat upon your lap, your cock buried deep within his tight ass while your fingers twisted and tugged on his pink nipples. " You came from having your nipples played with huh?" you continued, not even really needing him to answer, but still posing the question anyway.

" Urk! Guhh-! I-I-ooh! ( n-name )-Oughh-!"

Hmm, figures, he couldn't really answer you after having several orgasms wrenched out of him and cumming like he was a girl. Well, no matter, he was doing a rather good job, so you'd wait until he calmed down a bit more.

" ( n-name ), please I-I-

Oughh! w-wait, n-not so-oohh!"

Xiao cried out as your hips began to rut into his, not caring about his already sensitive state, your fingers twisting his poor nipples until they became an irritated red. His cries and moans would halt with each and every thrust of your cock into his hole, his mind being turned into even more of a jumbled mess. He couldn't focus on anything except for how hard you were fucking him and how good you made him feel.

And you soaked it all up eagerly, watching and listening as he began to slowly crumble, his many orgasms making his mind blank and fall apart. You wanted to see that face of his, watch as he lost all coherency as you fucked him dumb. Even as you gently kissed his cheek, you were still waiting for him to fall apart in your arms. And you were a rather patient person; you could wait.

" You're so adorable, Xiao."

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

Kazuha is so adorable when he's being pushed past his limitsーhis adorable cries as his tight little hole is being filled to the brim, the way he gets so excited from how you whisper absolute filth into his ears while he's trying his best to hide his growing erection, and you absolutely revel in it all.

He seems to like it when you either have him bent over the nearest surface, forcing him to grip whatever leverage he can while your cock fucks into him, or when you forcibly push his face down into the mattress, forcing his ass upwards and left to be fucked open by you, which you'll gladly take. Either way, you'll slam yourself deeply into him with each thrust, going all the way to the hilt and your hips meet his own, causing Kazuha to yelp and moan out at the sensation of feeling so so full.

You can get away with fucking Kazuha out in the open, where the maple leaves lazily drift to the ground, or where sakura trees blossom petals flit down onto the ground. It was supposed to be a nice sightseeing date, but to hell with that, you're horny as fuck i see you. He tries to desperately whimper that you're out in the open and that anyone could see the two of you, but a harsh squeeze to his little cock has him go quiet, but if you were to strain your ears, you'd hear muffled whimpers as you jerk him off, or the lewd squelching of your hips meeting his behind as you fuck him against a tree, not caring if anyone witnesses the samurai being fucked like a whore.

Another good boy that hardly ever acts out and he hardly ever goes against what you ask of him. He's a romantic at heart, so of course, he'd do anything you'd ask of him. But of course, Kazuha is too cute for his own good, and forcing him to endure a punishment is just too exciting to pass up. You quite like using both two tentacles; one preoccupied with curling itself deeper and deeper into his tight ass, while you use the other as a makeshift onahole of sorts, suckling on his pretty little cock and swallowing up his spurts of cum. The only thing Kazuha can do is just sit back and take it, since you won't be letting him go any time soon, no matter how much he cries or begs.

You can sometimes be woken up by soft lithe kisses to your upper body, and a gentle pressure against your crotch, with Kazuha's grey locks tickling your jaw. He knows how tired you are from adventuring and fighting monsters, but he really needs your cock in him right now, so please put in already, please? You won't have to do anything, Kazuha will happily ride you with no complaints whatsoever. You'd normally be pissed off at being woken up so damn early, but Kazu's whimpers as he takes your cock all the way is quite the morning wakeup, so you don't mind too much. Plus you won't have to do much, just sit back as Kazuha rides you like a needy slut and cums all over his tummy.

Kazuha is known for his rather poetic responses, and when you're pounding into him, that's no exception. He normally starts out murmuring about how good it feels, and how you're so so big, and how his ass was molded for your cock only. It's pretty tame, loving even, as he tells you how much he loves you and how he's so happy. But, of course, there is a twist. If you fucked him long and hard enough, he'll eventually crack, and his words will become more lecherous. He'll mindlessly babble about how your cock is so damn big and he loves it so much, even telling you how tasty your cum is in his mouth, and the list goes on. He can be filthy when he wants to be.

You once got incredibly horny, and Kazuha's tight, red leggings weren't exactly helping you either. So you did what you could doーyou ripped a hole in the thin fabric right where his cute little hole was, causing him to yelp rather loudly. He tries to protest and ask what in archons name are you doing, but he doesn't get too far in his words before you slam yourself inside of him, hard. He was, of course, pissed afterward and made you buy him a new pair of leggings and wouldn't let you fuck him for a good amount of time. But if he's up for it, and his leggings are getting worn out, he'll let you fuck him, and it excites him more than he lets on.

" P-pleashe-hngh-I-I can't-oughh!"

" Now now Kazu, this is your punishment and you'll just have to accept it," you spoke matter of factly, waving off his loud cries and moans as he twitched next to you, his pretty red eyes crossed and his lips curled as his teeth grit together. " Pleashe-ahh-I-I didn't do anything-guhhh!" His hips bucked upwards as another orgasm was pushed out of him, the slimy tentacle wrapped around his cute little cock swallowing up the release.

Well, he wasn't wrong, he didn't misbehave or act out; in fact, he hardly ever did so. But you were bored and horny and Kazuha just so happened to be the entertainment you needed. Besides, he looked cute with his ass stuffed full of tentacles, and it suited him nicely. You didn't do much to touch him, only twisting his pretty nipples when you felt he wasn't moaning or responding enough. They were sensitive too, so it always made him produce the adorable noises you wanted to hear from him.

" Oughhhh-Ahhhh-Guhhhh-!"

" ( n-name ) hnghh-p-pleashe, I-I-aahhn-!"

Kazuha cried out as another countless orgasm was wrenched out of his poor body, the thin amount of cum barely visible, if it weren't the tentacle making an almost gulping-like motion as it swallowed up his cum. His puffy red eyes were focused onto you, silently begging for you to pull the appendages out. Heh, you almost chuckled at his pathetic state, but you held it in, but you couldn't hide everything. You couldn't wipe away the perverted smirk, and you knew your cute Kazu saw it too, judging from his eyes widening and his body flinching.

How pathetically cute.

" Aww, don't worry Kazu, I'll bring you some more playmates," you breathed out, already reaching for your drawer, where other tentacles were awaiting their turn with Kazuha.

" So be a good boy and take it, 'kay?"

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

Thoma is the human embodiment of a puppy, and it very clearly shows when you have his knees pushed back to his shoulders. He lives for your praise and affection and will do anything to have you call him a good boy, even if it means him being fucked dumb until he can't walk or think anymore. He's such a good puppyーyour adorable lewd puppy.

His nipples are so so sensitiveーeven just the slightest brush of your fingertips has his adorable cock getting hard at the snap of a finger. It's no surprise that he can just cum from them alone, the pretty pink nubs being pinched and twisted in between your fingers as he cums for the nth time that night. It's actually quite fun to force orgasms out of his already sensitive body with nothing but his nipples, his pleads for you to stop only drowned out by his cries and moans. Poor Thoma practically loses his mind from the pleasure alone and can't do anything but cum like the cute, dumb puppy he is.

You like to stick your cock in between his pecs and slowly slide your cock up and down between the two muscles. At first, Thoma was incredibly confused and embarrassed, but now he welcomes your cock in between his chest, even pressing the muscles together to fuck the member more easily. He'll even happily suck on the tip whenever it pushes upwards, asking you if you love his chest that much and telling you how much he loves your cock.

On your free days, he likes to wake up before you and make the two of you breakfast, complete with a pretty apron and all! Of course, when you awaken and sleepily wobble into the kitchen, your appetite begins to rise, but not only for the food. Thoma looks so tempting with that apron, and his pretty waist is doing wonders for your now spiking horniness. He tries to whine that your food will be ruined and that this can wait, but your fingers spreading apart his clenched ass has him going quiet within seconds. He eventually relents and lets you fuck him against the counter, whimpering all the while and gripping the counter till his knuckles go white. If you fuck him for a good amount but decide to stop, he'll whine and cry out for you to continue. It's advisable to do so unless you want a very needy and sexually frustrated Thoma attached to your side the whole day. But, then again, is that necessarily bad?

Thoma has the bad habit of pulling you into the nearest deserted alleyway and kissing you feverishly, his hands fumbling with your pants, desperate to have your cock spring out. As soon as your cock has been freed from the confines of your pants, Thoma gets to work immediatelyーstroking and licking the member all over, even pressing soft kisses all over it as well. But before you know it, the dirty blonde is sloppily sucking you off, desperate to have your cock snug in his mouth. He doesn't even mind when you start facefucking him, eagerly grabbing your hips and swallowing up everything you give to him. He isn't exactly quiet eitherーlewdly moaning as your bury your cock deep down his throat. You have to practically trigger his gag reflex just to shut him up, but even that is not nearly enough. He won't stop lewdly moaning and you've nearly been caught because of it.

It's already pretty obvious, but Thoma looovess being praised by you, normally when he's done a good job at cleaning around the Kamisato estate. But he just really loves it when you praise him for his much lewder accomplishments, such as being stuffed full with tentacles and not touching himself when he had to go out for a few errands. If he had a dog tail, it'd be a whirlwind, wagging happily from all of your praises as you fuck him dumb on your cock. You could've been mean that particular session, calling him mean names, jerking him off until he cums all over his pretty tummy, and he'll expectantly look up at you and ask if he did a good job. Bonus points if you rub his headーhe gets even happier and clingier if that's even possible.

He's a bit embarrassed to admit it, but Thoma loves it when you fuck him dumbーfuck him like he's your lewd cocksleeve, and push him beyond his limits even while he's sobbing and moaning. He will cry out in protest at first, but keep going and continue to fuck him into the mattress, and Thoma will end up with those pretty hearts in his eyes. He'll push you down and eagerly ride you himself, so so desperate to have your cock buried as deep inside of him as it can go. He'll mindlessly babble about how good everything feels and how your cock is making him feel so so good. Don't be surprised if he refuses to stop kissing youーhe doesn't care how sloppy it is, he just wantsーno, needs your lips on his.

" Oooh-Oughhh-Y-yesh-!M-more, gimme moreee-!"

Thoma squealed loudly, throwing back his head as your cock pulled another countless orgasm out of his trembling body. His nails dug into your forearms, causing you to wince at the stinging sensation and hiss lowly from the pain. You'd normally try to swat away the source of the pain to try and relieve it, but you'd finally gotten what you'd wanted out of your cute lewd puppy.

You fucked him completely dumbーhis mind utterly breaking from the sheer pleasure of your cock slamming into his now abused prostate and wrenching countless orgasms out of his pretty cock. You were honestly surprised that he had even lasted this long, considering you'd been using his tight hole for quite some time. But either way, it filled you with perverted excitement to see him broken like this, drooling all over himself like an excited puppy.

" Oughhhh-I love your cock sho much-guhhhh-s-sho big-! I love masters' cock sho much! O-ooohh-!"

You let out a heated huff as Thoma sloppily grinned down at you, his hips desperately rolling to shove your cock as deep inside of his hole as it could go. He was even jerking himself off too, even when you told him that he couldn't touch himself. Thoma looked and was acting just like a lewd whoreーa cute cock slut who was too pleasure drunk to even stop himself from bouncing on your cock.

" What-hnghh-did I say about touching yourself?" you slightly glared at him, a hand now grasped tightly onto his hand that had been feverishly jerking off his pathetic cock. He whimpered dumbly, quickly retracting his appendage and his bounces seemed to somewhat slow down. Huh, guess he did still have some sense in that brain of his.

" hic-S-sorry-'m sorry, pleashe," he hiccuped as his lips trembled, trying to keep his cries in," Just want-hic-your cock-"

You sighed, not even close to resisting his sad puppy eyes. He was lucky he was so damn adorable. " Stop crying Thoma, you're fine," he visibly brightened up, his cock twitching against his tummy in eager arousal. He had done little to stop his hips movements, still riding you oh so eagerly.

' He's not listening is he...'

" C-can I move? P-pleashe, lemme move, pleashe," he pleaded," I-I'll be a good boy, pleashe-"

You deadpanned as he began to rut his hips like a dog in heat, seemingly not even caring whether or not you'd give the green light for him. Well, whatever, you wanted to watch him fuck himself stupid on your cock some more, so there was no harm in letting him have his fun.

" Go ahead puppy, I'm not stopping you."

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

Scaramouche is an absolute brat who really tests the limits of your patience. He acts so goddamn high and mighty, carrying himself about like he owns the damn world. Hell, even you're not safe from his pretentious behavior, and you swear you're about to tear the man a new one. What a shame reallyーif his subordinates saw how ruthlessly he was being fucked by you and moaning like a filthy whore, they'd question if that's the same man who curb-stomped some poor Fatui agent just moments ago for no reason.

Since he's just so happy to always say the most infuriating things with that filthy mouth of his, then you'll happily use it how you damn well, please. When you first prod your cock against his cheek, Scaramouche taunts you for your blatant arousal and even makes the threat of not touching you. He eventually goes on to jerk you off, agonizinglyーteasingly sucking on the tip and smirking as he prevents another orgasm. And honestly, you've had enough of his bullshit and shove your cock down his tight throat not caring for his muffled cries and gagged moansーall you care about is using his mouth for your own pleasure and shutting him up.

He's just like a cute little kittyーalways so moody and bristling up when he gets angry over every small detail and happening within his radius. That's what you keep insisting to him, even while he's giving you the worst death stare while he's wearing said cat ears and a pretty cat butt plug holed in his pretty hole. He's hissing out insults under his breath like the bitch he is, but you aren't having it, telling him to sit and be a good kitty, and you won't be taking no for answer. You even mockingly pet his head and promise him a treat if he behaves. Unbeknownst to him, that so-called reward likely involves him being fucked in a mating press and kept there until you're satisfied. But for now, you'll settle with tangling your fingers through his indigo locks and call him your good kitty.

Since you're always doing the work when it comes to fucking Scara dumb, it can get pretty tiring, y'know? Always dealing with his bratty ass can really tire a person out, and you just need a break from being the one who does all the action. That, and you just want to be incredibly cruel to him, especially if you've gotten him nearly to his peak but pull away, leaving him to have to do it himself. You'll lie back on the plush mattress and tell him to ride you himself, that you're tired so he's gotta do it this time. He obviously gets pissed, but clampers onto your lap regardless and eases your cock into his tight hole, trying to hide his whimpers and muffling them behind his lithe hand. Give him enough time, and he's bouncing on your cock like the slut he is, moaning while he's cumming all over his pretty tummy. It's such a lewd sight.

Scaramouche absolutely breaks if you stuff his pretty hole full to the absolute brim. For example, it's usually a good handful of wriggling tentacles sliding in and out of him, filling his creamy hole to the brim and curling deeper and deeper inside of him. They happily play with his lewd body, curling around his perky nipples and swallowing up his cute little cock, each having their way with him. You do nothing to aid him, only cooing at how this really suits him since he seems to enjoy being violated in such a lewd manner. He starts to babble about how he's really gonna break when you align your cock against his already filled hole and cums on the spot when you slam yourself inside, too delirious on the sensation of being fucked full to even resist anything.

He gets off on you taking him from behind, slamming into him with little restraint while he drools from the mind-numbing pleasure. Poor Scaramouche is getting taken in so many waysーagainst the wall, bent over the bed, on his elbows and knees on the pristine floor, you name it. He hates how he can't even jerk off his pathetic little cock in tune with your thrusts like he normally does, and he can't even try and kiss youーhe's secretly soft for his lips against yours shhh.

It may seem like it pisses him off, but subtly fondle him when he's supposed to be out on another mission. He jolts when he feels your fingers draw formless shapes on the back of his neck, and hisses for you to quit acting like a child ironic ain't it, and to focus. But you continue, eventually making it to pinching his nipples through his silken clothes, and gently grabbing his cute little bulge, while Scara is doing his absolute best to keep his composure and not crumble into the lewd whore you want him to be. He suddenly makes a high-pitched noise, and you feel a warm wetness on your palm, and realize that your adorable Scara came in his pants, like a pervert, and out on a mission nonetheless. He'll try to glare at you, but he's simultaneously trying to hide both the now visible wet patch on his shorts and his adorable bulge from his still lingering arousal.

" Y-you fucking-oughhhh-guhhhh-n-not here-hnghhh-!"

Scaramouche's pretty mouth hung open as your cock grazed his prostate again, the sensation shooting pleasure all throughout his lithe body. Even though his back was to you, and you couldn't see his adorable face, you were he was gritting his teeth tightly in a pathetically weak attempt to hide those god-awful lewd noises he knew you loved hearing.

" B-bastard-hiii-f-fucking pervert-oughhh-!"

" Hm? Did you say something Scara?" you cruelly cooed, gripping his forearms even tighter as you pressed your hips taut against his ass, pulling out a muffled yelp from your cute kitty. You drew your head near the tips of his flushing ears and blew a puff of hot air onto the reddened skin, making him whimper and his body jolt.

" You're so pretty Scara y'know? Too bad such a pretty face has such a filthy mouth," you mocked a defeated sigh, resting your chin on his pale shoulder as you let go of his arms and gently hugged his waist. Ahh, you loved moments like these where you could lovingly hold him and-

" Y-you fucking pervert..."

Ahー

You really couldn't have just one nice moment with this damn brat, could you?

" Hahhh, so mean Scara, and here I was trying to be nice to you" " H-huh?" You unwrapped your arms, and without warning, pushed his face into the plush mattress, causing him to yelp loudly, even more so with your hand bruisingly pressed against the nape of his neck.

" W-wait y-you-!"

" You wanted to act like a bitch, so I'll treat you like one."

And then you slammed yourself inside of him, hard.

" Oughhhh-N-no-oughhhhh!"

He moanedーcried out as his hands scrambled to grab onto anything to stabilize himself from your harsh thrusts. What he could grab was the nearest pillow, and Scaramouche didn't take his chances. From what you could hear, he'd bitten the pillow to muffle his lewd moans as you pounded into him like he was just a cocksleeve for you.

And a part of him enjoyed that.

" Wow, you're such a perv Scara. You're seriously enjoying this?"

" Hnghhh-Ghhhhh-"

You grinned as he began to shudder, clearly close to another orgasm that would week his body even further.

" What am I gonna do with you baby," you sighed, both out of feigned disappointment and pleasure," I have such a lewd pervert of a boyfriend."

" Ghhh-Shunh uphhh-oughhh-!"

" Tsk tsk, Scara, you never learn, do you? It's okay, I'll teach you," you continued, gently smiling as you began to pull your cock out," So be a good boy and take it all."

And with that, you slammed yourself back inside.

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

Aether is such a hard workerーalways completing commissions on time and helping out the people of Teyvat. He's always overworked and doing others' jobs for them to the point of always passing out when he comes back to your shared abode. So of course you'll spoil your cute traveler! Whether it be pressing a flurry of kisses all over his face as he bounces on your cock or his knees being pushed back to his shoulders as you nearly fold his body in half, you'll spoil your baby boy and melt all of his stresses away.

Poor baby can't handle it when you overstimulate his adorable body in any way. He hiccups and freely sobs as the pleasure becomes too much for his body to handle and ends up clinging onto you, begging for mercy, even though you both know that you won't be stopping anytime soon. He can only embrace you tightly as you continue to fuck him dumb, cumming all over his pretty tummy until he can't cum anymore.

When the two of you go out on a date, you'll occasionally lace aphrodisiacs into his meals, all with his prior consent and awareness of course. It turns into a lewd game of sorts, with your hands softly grazing his most sensitive spotsーlike a butterfly wing brushing against his skin. With a soft ' shhh', you warn him to keep his noises in and to not palm himself, unless he's really that desperate for a punishment. He has to sit there and push down his rising arousalーlike ocean wavesーuntil he can be brought into a more secluded place. Then, he can cum like a good boy.

Aether loves it when you pull him on top of you whilst you lay down and slap your cock against his cheek, and he doesn't need you to verbally tell him what to do. He's already sucking away, slowly but surely taking your cock deeper into his mouth until it sits snug in his tight wet throat. He, of course, moans loudlyーso cutely tooーwhen you swallow his adorable cock up completely. Cute Aether ends up cumming multiple times in your warm mouth, thrusting into the warm cavern as he chases orgasm after orgasm.

You love to jerk off your precious Aether with an onahole, or in this case, one of your pretty tentacles. Cradling his head to your chest, you hold him like he's a baby, which, to be fair, he does look like one since he's desperately sucking away on your perky nipples. He can only fist the clothes in his hands as the tentacle lewdly swallows up his adorable cock, gulping down his cum at every release. Your nipples may end up sore and riddling with indents from his teeth, but it's worth it to watch him fall apart in such a lewd manner.

He gets so redーlike a pretty cherryーwhen you tell him to touch himself and you'll watch. Aether's golden eyes will shimmer in the dim, fading lights of your bedroom as he slides off his pants, then boxers, and finally, his cute little cock springs out, already twitching and leaking pretty beads of cum all over his tummy. He starts slow, wrapping his hand around his cock and rubbing his most sensitive areas, then he finally begins to fuck his hand rapidly, cutely, and desperately chasing his orgasm. He gets so into it that he slides two fingers into his cute hole, fingering himself to completion as he spurts his cum all over his pretty tummy.

Aether has never properly verbally admitted, but he just loves it when you're fucking him so hard into the mattress that you end up putting him into a mating press. When it first happened, he was so embarrassed and desperately covered his pretty face to hide his sinful noises. You obviously can't have that so you push his hands above his head and force out his cute moans and choked cries as your cock grazes his prostate. Over time, he doesn't bother covering his face, now happily moaning out at how good it feels and how he loves you so much and to give it to him.

" W-wait what are you-oughhh-!"

Aether's golden eyes widened as your hands pressed against his claves, pushing them back his shoulders, with your cock pushing itself deeper into his tight ass in the process. He frantically glanced up at you, trying to get your attention but to little avail as you pressed your weight into his body beneath yours.

" Have you ever heard of a mating press Aether?" you cooed, grinning as he shook his head 'no.' How cute, he was struggling to accommodate to the position he'd been pushed into and how your cock had been pushed deeper inside of him. You could tell by his muffled whimpers and how he was gripping the loose bedsheets in his fist, taking in deep breaths as part of his adorable struggle.

" Well don't worry, I'll teach you!" " W-wait h-hold o-oughhhhh-!"

You grunted as you'd pulled your cock out of his ass just enough, before thrusting back in, building up a rhythm as your cock dove in and out of his ass, spreading open his hot walls over and over.

" Nononono-Ghhhhh-Hnghhhhh-Oughhhhh-!"

Aahh, your Aether was just too cute, his moans were so precious and fragile and the way his body reacted to each of your advances aroused you so much. It only made you want to fuck him even harder and violate his body further.

" You're so cute Aether, my precious baby looks so cute being fucked by my cock," you groaned out, with said blonde moaning out in response. But by the looks of it, he was too distracted with how you were fucking him stupid, and he couldn't even so much as do a thing.

" Hnghhh-p-pleashe-Oughhhhh-!"

His golden eyes began to widen and shake in their sockets as his orgasm started to build up. To be honest, you thought he was already cumming, given how much pre-cum had been practically oozing out of his adorable little cock. He really was enjoying this, wasn't he?

" You're such a lewd perv Aether," you sighed dramatically, ignoring his cries as he came all over himself, drooling and sobbing freely from the sheer intensity of the pleasure raking his cute body.

" Don't worry, I'll take reeaal good care of you, 'kay?"

All you received in response were loud moans and cries as Aether seemingly tried to weakly refute, but seeing as how happily his cock was twitching, he was looking forward to it.

How cute♡

[naavispider]

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ONGOSBDEIF

OMG I HAVE A GIGABRAIN IDEA, THE MOST AMAZING PROMPT IM SURE YOU’LL FIND IT INTERESTING

A SEA STORM

AND SPIDER GETS THROWN OFF BOARD BY A WAVE

AND IF WHEN QUARITCH SAVES HIM HE SEES SPIDER HAS NO MASK SO HE TRIES TO GET HIM BACK ABOARD AS FAST AS POSSIBLE WHILE HIS BBY HYPERVENTILATES TRYING TO BREATHE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

This ask has been in my inbox for AGES (I'm so sorry) but every time I look at it I DIE thinking about it. Not Spider being thrown off the ship by a wave 😭😭 Here's a little crack drabble 😭

Spider grabbed for the nearest railing as the ship bowed again, dropping steeply as it descended the crest of another tremendous wave, sending Spider's stomach flying up through his throat. His feet left the deck and he clung to the wet railing as tightly as he could. He needed to get inside, now. 

“Spider!” He thought he could hear distant shouts calling his name, but they were lost to the wind and sea spray that assaulted his face, obscuring his mask. Then, the ship slammed back down onto the surface of the churning ocean, sending Spider hard to the floor. The force of it was so great that he momentarily lost his grip on the slippery railing, and with a jolt of panic found himself sliding along the deck in the direction of the stern of the ship. He was going to be washed away. He scrabbled desperately to find something - anything - to cling on to, but the metal deck was perfectly smooth, and he couldn’t control the direction he was sliding in. 

He felt the burn of the friction on his exposed skin, but it was overpowered by the dreadful realization that another wave was looming behind the ship - and he was headed straight for it. Thunder cracked and lightning illuminated the silhouette of the 70 foot wave. Spider stared at it for a moment that contained an eternity. 

This was it. 

It was going to crash down on them, and he would be lost to the sea. He didn’t have time to say a prayer to Eywa, because he hit the railing at the stern with an almighty crash, unable to brace himself in time. Pain bloomed in his side - it felt like he’d cracked at least a hundred bones with the impact. He reached his hands to grip on, and braced himself for the seconds before the wave crashed down. He didn’t look up to see his fate, but the darkening of the light around him told him that the wave was upon them… it was right above them… any minute now…

He took the deepest breath he was capable of, and braced. 

Water slammed into him from above with the force of a thousand direhorses. His skin burned and his body crumpled under the weight of the onslaught. He had no choice but to let go of the railings, knowing his fate was sealed. Water was all around him. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t even feel anything. He was lost, tumbling and swirling in a freezing void of grey. Panicked seconds passed, and still he was submerged. The deck was gone from below him. Something was wrong, he should have come up for air by now. He didn’t know where he was, his lungs had frozen up from the icy water and nothing made sense. 

He kicked out against the water, not caring about anything other than finding the surface. His hands reached upwards - or what he assumed was upwards - to try and claw himself towards air, and it was at that point that his fingers brushed past the tubing of his mask. It was floating next to his neck, unconnected to anything. He’d been holding his breath instinctively, but more panic surged through him as he realised the mask was compromised… the exopack had been ripped away by the storm surge. 

He kicked violently towards where the water seemed lighter - surely that was the surface. He continued to be battered and thrown constantly, but he never gave up. He had to make it. 

Just when he was sure his lungs couldn't hold out any longer, his fingers found air, and his head quickly followed. He breached the surface with a gasp of grateful air - completely forgetting that the Pandoran atmosphere was no longer filtered for him. 

Immediately, his head began to swim and dizziness clouded over his brain like a fog. He gasped for breath again - the only thing he could possibly do. 

As he knew it would, the dizziness doubled in ferocity and the backs of his eyes burned. This was it. This was how he went. He closed his eyes against the pain, and his final thoughts were a plea to Eywa for acceptance. 

*****

“Shit, Colonel, he’s overboard!” came a shout from Wainfleet, struggling to be heard over the roar of the storm. 

The recoms were clinging to the rail on the starboard side of the top deck, but when a wave had swept Spider away towards the stern, they’d screamed after him. 

Quaritch wasn’t waiting to be told. He had been fighting his way towards Spider since the first waves had crashed on the ship, but the kid was so small and fragile and… human. He simply couldn’t hold onto anything against the force of the water. 

“Spider!” Quaritch screamed for the hundredth time in the past half an hour. Where was he? He’d gone.. disappeared over the side. Quaritch couldn’t see him. He ran as best as he could towards the stern, but the swaying of the boat made him slow. Waves crashed against him, but he made it. His eyes scanned the churning ocean, but it was a nightmare. The water was grey, frothing, and choppier than Quaritch had ever seen on Earth, even including the gigantic sea storms as the planet cried out to be saved. It was apocalyptic. 

It was hopeless.

Wainfleet staggered up behind him, and a second later he was followed by Z-dog and Mansk, all of them desperately scanning the waves for signs of Spider. 

“There!” Z-dog shouted, pointing to a spot a hundred feet away. 

Quaritch searched the waves desperately, finally catching sight of a tiny head bobbing at the surface, a ragdoll in the waves. 

Without thinking, Quaritch leapt head first into the waves. He hit the water hard - he knew that if he were still human, he never would have survived it. It was stupid. It was necessary. It was the only thing he could do. 

Relishing in his Na’vi strength and stamina, he furiously swam towards the spot he’d last seen Spider. Waves towered over him now, and it was difficult to keep sight of the boy. When the next wave lowered, he found him again. Spider was floating twenty feet away, and Quaritch finally reached him, breathless and lungs burning. 

Shit. 

Spider’s exopack was missing. Quaritch turned the unconscious boy over in his arms, searching for the equipment as if it would just be floating nearby. Heart pounding, he found the disconnected tubing that connected Spider’s mask to the bare Pandoran atmosphere. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, turning back to the ship and dragging the boy with him. Wainfleet was at the deck, still clinging on, and he threw a buoy over the side that Quaritch made a beeline for. It was difficult enough keeping his own head above water, let alone the unconscious Spider’s. He didn’t have time to worry about it though. The kid had been without oxygen for too long, too many precious minutes. He finally reached the buoy, and the next thing he heard was the sound of chopping cutting through the air from a Sampson gunship above them. He gasped for breath, looking up at the dark sky and praying that the monstrous waves would relent for just another minute. 

“Come on, Spider, hold on!” he shouted at his son’s empty face. He ripped the boy’s mask off, since he noticed with a jolt that it had started to fill with water. “Shit!” Mansk and Z-dog appeared on hoists from the floating Sampson above their heads. “Give him here,” Z-dog shouted as she pulled Spider from the Colonel’s arms, signalling to the pilot of the aircraft to hoist them up. Spray splattered the group as Quaritch grabbed onto Mansk to be pulled up himself. 

“His mask disconnected!” he shouted. “Radio the med bay now!”

Mansk did so and they were lifted into the Sampson. As soon as Quaritch unclipped himself, he staggered straight over to Spider, fitting him with a fresh mask before checking for a pulse. It was there, faintly, but the kid wasn’t breathing. “Fuck!” he shouted. What did he do now?

*******

Spider woke up in a brightly lit room. The first thing he became aware of was his pounding headache, his burning throat, and pain all over the right side of his chest. 

He tried to make a sound, but all that came out was a dry rasp. Then he tried to sit up, but that was no good either. He cried out when his ribs protested harshly.

He looked around, trying to assess where he was and what had happened. He was on the Sea Dragon - he recognised the decor. But this was a different part of the ship. It was white, sterile, and filled with medical equipment. So, the med bay.

At that point, the doors to the left opened noisily and in strolled Quaritch, looking frantic and haggard, as if he hadn’t slept in days. Deep lines littered his forehead, and there were purple shadows under his eyes. Spider tried to croak a snide comment, but found his head hurt too much to even think of forming words. 

“Spider!” The recom’s face came back to life when he realised he was awake. His eyes widened in a mixture of relief and concern, and he crossed the room quickly to kneel next to Spider’s bed. 

“Jesus kid, you had us worried there!” He placed an uncertain hand on Spider’s arm.

Spider looked at him through bleary eyes, valiantly trying to form a sentence in his mind before exerting the effort of speech. “Wh-” he cleared his throat painfully. “What happened?” 

Quaritch huffed in fake amusement. “Well, you’re a little survivor is what happened. The storm threw you overboard and you lost your exopack. I jumped in to get you, and we managed to pull you out.”

Spider frowned slowly. “Y-you… jumped in?”

“Yeah. Don’t let it go to your head though… I’m a natural swimmer and I’d have done it for any unlucky bastard that fell in.” Spider stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or not. He couldn’t tell if Quaritch was being serious. He couldn’t tell much of anything right now. 

“You’re still pretty out of it, huh?” Quaritch asked. “You should get some rest… I’ll leave you alone to sleep.”

“No!” Spider surprised himself with the sudden steadiness of his voice. “You- you don’t have to…” he muttered, embarrassed at the way he was coming across. 

Quaritch considered him for a moment, before grinning slyly, and settling back into the chair. 

Spider let himself relax back into the sheets, and as soon as he had closed his eyes again he was passed out, safe in the knowledge that Quaritch would look out for him.

[duhnova]

give me more | wen junhui

wen junhui x fem?reader

word count: ~1.4k

@housewifehui because i’m a menace and this is what real crimes against huihuis looks like - also thank you @onlyseokmins for proofing for me bby, mwah <3

warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), throat training (kind of), deep throating, face fucking, pillow humping/riding, use of a strap (it’s kind of big too), sub!jun, domish!reader, hair pulling, slight cum eating, aftercare, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors/typos (me and elv tried)

jun was a mess, drool dripping all down his chin and tear stains on his cheeks as he tried to force more of your neon pink strap down his throat. he was determined to deep throat all eight inches after you cooed and joked about him not being able to handle all of it after he cried while trying to ride you for the first time last week.

“easy boy,” you mumble as you hold his hair in a makeshift ponytail. “don’t forget to breathe.” you pull him off of it enough for him to take a deep breath through his nose before he’s pushing forward again, his eyes rolling a little when it hits the back of his throat.

when you had gotten the strap in the mail you were both surprised to see they sent you the wrong size, the original one was two inches smaller and a little less girthy; since it was going to be jun’s first time ever taking a strap you wanted to start slow and build your way up to something bigger. instead of allowing you to send it back, jun was insistent that he could handle it (though the first time you didn’t even get to bottom out before he was falling apart and cumming all over himself).

“i can take more,” he pants quietly after you pull him off of your strap when he looked like he was going to pass out. “please let me try again.” his eyes began to water as his bottom lip jutted out.

“prepping your throat takes time,” you pet his hair gently before moving your hand to cup his cheek. “you shouldn’t force yourself to take it all down in one night, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“no i won’t.” he pouts as he leans forward to take the tip of it in his mouth again, swirling his tongue a little as he flutters his eyelashes at you.

“you’re such a brat,” you moan quietly at the sight, your fingers twitching in his hair before you’re tugging him forward as you buck your hips a little. he lets out a surprised sound before he’s groaning around the silicone cock in his mouth. his eyes flutter closed as he hums, his lips stretched a little thin as he takes in half an inch more than before. “and a whore.” you mumble to yourself as you watch him lazily.

one thing you’ve learned over the years with jun is that he’s very stubborn, once his mind is set on something he wants, he’ll get it. right now was one of those times. his hands moved to grip at the back of your thighs so he has more leverage to bob his head.

“you look so pretty like this,” you coo as you watch more of the strap slide into his mouth little by little. “mouth stuffed full.” you buck your hips forward again, laughing a little when his fingers dig into the back of your thighs and his eyes water.

jun tries to moan around the fake cock in his mouth but it comes out in a broken hum instead as he bobs his head faster. the room fills up with lewd wet sounds as the drool drips down his chin and onto the bed you two are situated on.

“so good,” you whine quietly at the sight of jun finally taking every inch of your strap. his nose nestled against your pelvic bone as he stays there for a second to allow his throat to adjust before he’s pulling off just enough to breathe through his nose before he’s taking it all in again. “such a good boy.” you thrust your hips forward to fuck his face a little as he looses his rhythm. his hips begin to rock against the air as he tries to find some relief for himself as he lets you use his mouth.

“are you getting desperate baby?” he tries to nod his head but he just gags more when the strap constricts his airway more. he whines when you pull all the way out of his mouth but he takes the opportunity to gulp in air. “here.” you grab one of his pillows and push it between his legs. jun whimpers a little at the contact against his throbbing cock.

“what… what do you want me to do?” he looks up at you with a pout, tears sticking to his eyelashes.

“i want you to ride it like the little whore you are.” he lets out a whine at the name before he's stuffing the pillow farther between his legs, finding the right position for him to grind against it. he lets out a shaky moan as his fingers dig into the pillow as he grinds against it harder, essentially fucking it into the mattress as precum leaks all over the pink silk pillowcase. “feel good?” you smirk when he moans louder and nods, his eyes fluttering closed.

“so good,” his voice his shaky, his moans getting louder. “want more.”

“more?”’ you scoff a little before you're grabbing his hair again, a malicious smirk on your face. “i’ll give you more.” almost instantly jun opens his mouth, wanting you to fuck his face again. moaning lowly at the sight of his tongue sticking out you grip his hair tighter before guiding his face towards the strap that was still glistening with his spit.

he moans around the fake cock as it slides down his throat easier than before. once you’re fully bottomed out in his mouth you’re relentless in the way you thrust your hips, loving the wet gagging sounds he was making. his fingers dig into the pillow more as he rocks his hips faster as he tries to meet every one of your thrusts, his nose bumping against your pelvic everytime.

you move to rest both of your hands on the back of his head to give yourself more leverage as you fuck his throat a little harder, his moans getting louder as his eyes roll back. his orgasm was fast approaching as his hips get sloppier and he lets the momentum of your hips rock him against the pillow that was squished against the bed between his thighs that were butterflied out.

“you look so pretty falling apart like this.” you moan at the sight as your rhythm slows down but your thrusts are still deep and hard. it didn’t take long for jun to finally cum, the thick hot ropes shooting out all over the pillow and his stomach. you bite your lip as you just hold jun in place for a second before letting his head go to allow him to pull off on his own.

“felt… good..” he pants quietly, his voice hoarse as he coughs a little. his eyes flutter open and they’re still blown with lust as he leans down to lick the little bit of cum he got on your legs before he kisses up to your thighs where he licks at the juices that were flowing out of you in waves. “thank you.” he mumbles before he pulls away to sit back on his heels to wait for your next move.

“i’m glad it felt good,” you smile gently before running your fingers through his hair. “let’s get you cleaned up and some hot tea.”

“but,” he pouts, “you still haven’t had an orgasm yet.”

“that’s ok baby,” you laugh quietly before getting off the bed to take the strap off, tossing it to the side to clean later. “if you do as i say i’ll let you fuck me in your hoodie later.” he was quick to scramble off the bed, his legs a little shaky. he lets you guide him to the bathroom where you both take a quick shower before he’s helping you pull the sheets off the bed to throw in the washer with the dirty pillowcase.

“we’ll just buy you a new pillow later.” you mumble not wanting to deal with the big pillow fitting in the tiny washer you own.

“what am i supposed to sleep with then.” he huffs as he watches you throw it away.

“you have one pillow left,” you roll your eyes fondly. “or you can use one of the couch pillows.”

“not the same,” he wraps his arms around your waist from behind as he tries to walk with you like that. “i’ll just use you as my pillow instead.” he smiles into your neck when you huff but reluctantly agree knowing he’ll end up with his face buried in your chest anyways.

[kkusuka]

HQ Middle blocker kinks <3

@xxxxtanaxxxx​ request  hq kinks but middle blocker version please 🥺

I'm gonna be honest i wasn't gonna do this buuut here it is 

i have a setter one in the works and here is the ace version!

here is the setter version <3

Characters:  Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa,  Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

Mentioned female anatomy, but mostly gn

content warning: consensual non-con, humiliation, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurisms, degradation, bondage, sex toys, cockwarming, edging, soft priamal/prey, mentions of house break-ins, pegging, size kink, overuse of the word Daddy, face fucking, hickeys

i think thats all? 

buckle up, this is gonna be looooong.

Tsukishima Kei

Degradation

This is a given, my mans has a mouth on him, AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT

He says the most vulgar things in your ears (and you love it)

His nickname for you is Cum-dump, and he calls you that so much that you’ve started to respond to it. “Hey, Cum-dump! Come here” “ok Tsukki”

And when he’s cumming? A slew of insults just come out

“You whore, oh, you fucking cum-slut, you’d let anyone do this to you won't you”

And it's not limited to this!

“You're just a hole”

“You only exist for me to fuck, Right? You're just a glorified fleshlight”

“You're only good for sucking my cock”

“I should just leave you chained to the wall so I can fuck you anytime I want, that's all you're good at so you should love it”

It won’t even be only during sex

You could literally be just studying with him and he’ll just lean over and say “ you want to be fucked right now don't you? In front of all these people, I bet you’d love it Cum-dump”

Humiliation

Goes with a dirty mouth

He’ll flip your skirt while walking in front of groups of other students

He purposely sucks hickeys where your uniform does not cover and then laughs at you because you're just such a slut.

One of his favorite things to do is have you wear a vibrator in school, only on days where you have to do something in front of the class

No worries he has the remote and turns it alllllll the way up during the middle of your presentation, you just look so cute all red!

He’ll make it better!!

You can cum in front of the class, let everyone know how much of a whore you are!

Purposeful neglect

He wants you so horny you can’t think

If that means not giving you attention for FIVE DAYS so be it.

No touching yourself and if he finds out you did he’ll ignore you for longer and you don’t want that do you?

You will wait for him to touch you.

He’ll also just ignore you.

No begging, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to hear it.

Don't touch him, stop being a brat or you won’t get off for a whole week.

Bondage

It's all about control <3

Having you tied up and immobile is the best way to show how little you are.

He’ll tie you up and put you on the couch with a vibrator and just watch movies, unable to rock your hips

This seems cruel but he’ll tie your hands up and make you eat dinner with just your mouth <3

He’ll make you watch tv with a ball gag in

He’ll have a riding crop in his hands when you study and he’ll hit your little clit/silt with it every time you get a question wrong

Kuroo Tetsuro

Pet names

Literally any kind o endearment, but mainly switches between Kitten and Baby Girl/Boy(i am swooning right now)

He WILL call you these in front of people and out loud in public

He’s called you them in front of your parents in front of Kenma in the middle of the grocery store.

So you're wondering, why does that matter? People do that all the time!

Well, he calls you them so you remember how he completely ruined your little body and how his cum is still dripping out of you <3

And its cannon that he has a sexy voice, and it drops and gets deeper when he calls you them.

Thigh highs

It doesn't matter in you have the biggest thighs ever or just a bone, if you wear any kind of thigh highs (bonus points for Cat ones) he will be ready to bust a nut

It's not only him that gets off on them, especially when he takes them off

He’ll climb over you and use his teeth to pull them down to your feet and he’ll kiss and bite his way back up to do the other one.

He also will sometimes leave them on to rail you into your bed, when this happens he puts your legs over your shoulders and squishes his head between them.

(kuroo loves thighs, and that's that)

Caregiver

He's taken care of Kenma all his life, and you bet your ass he’ll do it for you

This means he gives the best aftercare you could imagine, I’m talking bubble baths

He’ll cook for you in nothing but an apron, and he’ll tease you when you get all flushed and cute!

You had a bad day? He’ll eat you out for hours until you’re all cuddly and tired.

He’ll fuck you slow where you need it and he’ll kiss all the pain away <3

He just loves having you dependent on him makes him so happy and thankful to have you!

Threesomes

Mainly for Kenma, but he let bokuto have a turn and even convinced Tsikki to give it a try!

He really just wants to show off that you’re his what better way to show you off then let some of them get a taste of something they’d never have.

Favorite position for this? Split roasting/ Eiffel towering

He's the one who you're sucking on, and he’s so far down your throat making him suck you deeper and deeper until you’re drooling all over his balls like a good Kitten

Whoever he sharing you with would be in you following whatever Kuroo tells them to do

Rub your clit? Yes Sir.

Faster. Yup

Slowdown Kittens being bad so she doesn't get to get off <3

Suna Rinatro

Purposeful neglect

Just like Tsukki, he wants you hot and bothered all the time

He will just sit around and scroll on his phone while you’re whining :(

Just let him watch this video and he’ll get you off!

Will never tell you but you just look so cute, all needy and horny for him.

Sometimes he’ll slip you a libido pill and just watch the world burn.

He will wait until you have ruined whatever shorts you’re wearing (and he’ll take them) and THEN he will help his poor needy baby

Cockwarming

Almost every time he games, he puts you on his dick

you already know it’s happening when he takes the controller out

He says it's because he doesn't want to “leave you out”

No moving on him though, if you8 move it could distract him and you do not want him to lose, losing means being pounded into the floor until you can't think, then being ignored the rest of the day “horny sluts can sit on the floor until they need to be used”.

But if all goes well, he’ll go soft in between rounds and will suck on your neck and will let you cuddle into him during the rounds

But when Suna if feeling a bit more adventurous he will put his headset on you and fuck you with all of his friends listening

And if that's not bad enough they all clearly know what’s happening id Osamus soft coo’s and Gin’s little comments (but it's not like they want it to stop anyway)

Edging

Will literally just do this out of nowhere

You thought you were finally gonna cum, then nothing

HE WILL just do things for hours to see you cry and begging or him to just let you cum

He’ll stick four fingers in you and bring you to your climax and just leave you on the edge

He won't even have a reason, you were being good, you let him play his game and he does this?

Que pouty bby

Video/Photography

We all saw this coming-

But he takes it a step further than just having a photo collection of you

He has a personal private story with just you in it where he put videos of you riding him or sucking his dick fo you to “see how slutty you are”

 that's not even it,  he sends you a picture of you naked in the middle of work, with no shame either

Thus one time you were showing a coworker a shirt you had bought and he texted you and the picture showed up. It was awkward for the next few days.

But these don't even compare to how he has an entire Instagram account (private of course) of your nodes and videos of the two of you fucking.

One extra little thing is that you both watch porn together for ideas.

Satori Tendou

(i could make him a post of his own-so so many kinks for Satori)

Humiliation (mentions of pee)

This can range from calling you names to making you touch yourself in public

He’s called you a pillow princess in the middle of class, in front of your teacher

It had gotten so bad they Ushijima had to ask what a “cum-dumpster was” because Satori had called you that in front of the team.

He doesn't even introduce you as his S/O, hw=e would call you an escort or that you were just his personal fuck toy.

This kink goes so far that when you were on a double date with Semi, under the table Tendo had his hand literally in your pants.

**One of his favorite things is to make you hold your pee in until you are almost peeing yourself, isn't that embarrassing that you're a grown adult who’s about to wet yourself?

Overstimulation

He wants to see you a complete mess all over him

The main goal of all of this is to make you squirt or begin to have dry orgasms

He will not stop until he’s happy or you say your safe word (which is rare)

One orgasm just isn't enough for him :/

And it's a big boost of confidence for him!

he‘s proud to know he can make you cum so much you cant even think!

Dacryphilia

This AND overstim?

Good luck

He can't even explain why it turns him on so much.

You just look so beautiful with tears streaming down your face all fucked out

It always hits him at the worst times too, you crying over a bad grade? A pretty tear falling over your soft cheeks. Hard.

Just watched a sad movie, he’s ready to pound you into the couch.

Anal

Oh ho ho

This can be one of two things, he does it because it feels good

OR

He does it as punishment

That means no lube

No adjusting to his dick

And no extra pleasure to help you get off

He’s so mean </3

Taichi Kawanishi

This man screams pornstar

Public sex

This man is unstable

You could just be walking in public and he just decides he wants to fuck.

Who are you to stop him?

Just let him get this out real quick you can shop later.

Exhibitionism

The thought of being in the open? This man loves it

And you don't really have a choice but to love it

Every time you go to the beach he just has his dick in you, in the ocean sitting in his lap while eating lunch

He doesn't even care who sees

Children? Who cares, look away or whatever

Getting caught

It doesn't even matter who it is

If someone walks in when you're doing it he’s cumming

It's just hot

He doesn't need to explain it to you

he also makes u take nudes and had them as his homescreen for a while

Issei Matsukawa

I’d let this man kill me-

Leather/ latex

LEATHER GLOVES

He wears them when he fingers you so he can make fun of how wet you made them.

He dresses you up in these pretty little pastel dresses (gender to heel, he doesn't care, you look hot weather your a boy, girl, or not) and he wears all black (goth daddy Mattsun) and his gloves to fuck you in his leather-covered fist.

That's not even it

He has an entire bin of different colored chokers and leashes just for his pretty baby

Along with that, he has a shelf of latex thigh highs for you to wear and even has an entire outfit for you to wear and show off to him.

Ddlg/b/n-Lifestyle

This is why he has a lot of things that you wear!

He loves to take care of you all the time!

He loves to make his baby food and love to watch movies with you

And you love him so much too!

You would do anything for Daddy!

And he takes you shopping and to restaurants, and if you want literally anything big or small all you have to do is look up at him with puppy dog eyes and a “Daddy, please!!” and boom his credit card is already out.

Size kink

Big dick Mattsun-

This all comes back to the fact that you are so beautiful

And big dick little hole, who doesn't love that??

He sure does, don't worry though he always makes sure to prep you

Except if it's punishment- he doesn't like it he swears! He’d never want to hurt you!

And you’d believe it until your crying on his cock and it throbs ://

But if it still hurts, and it does, he’ll let you go your pace and sink all the way down onto his cock<3

Fun fact the first time he went into your ass he tried to with no lube and you couldn't sit for DAYS

Voyeurism (receiving)

Makki Makki Makki

I would say he was into Cuckolding but its always him doing the watching while Issei fucks you

And Makki loves it too if his constant praises and coo’s said anything about it.

And Mattsun just gets off on the fact his best friend is watching something he’ll (maybe if you're not into it) never fully have

Mattsun also likes having you tied up an watching him fuck a fleshlight of just jerking off

You look so pathetic :)

extra for big dick mattsun, he Shows all of his friends <3

I am a whore for the Seijoh 4

You bet Makki has an entire folder of pic of you, whether they are of you dripping cum or just with your legs open.

Even if he says he doesn't save them, you know Iwa has gotten off you a recording of you moaning and asking for Daddy’s cock

And Oikawa is always asking for more (the little manwhore), he says they are “references” for him, liar, he jerks off to them in his bathroom.

Takanobu Aone

It's always the quiet ones-

I just gotta get these first two out-

Consensual non-con

I can just TELL he like to pretend to break into your house

Pretend you're so scared and you don't like it

Tying you up and listening to your little cries, awwwwweeee

You were just too pretty to ignore

Just let him have a taste, stop crying he knows you want it just as much as he does

Primal/prey

He wants to feel like he earned his reward

A perfect little trophy for him to use as a toy

His dick in your tiny dripping hole is all the reward he needs

It's like you're a pretty innocent bunny and he’s a big fox just waiting for the right time to strike :)

Soft sex/ praise

I know what I said up there

But none of that means he doesn't love just setting you down on the bed with candles and rose petals and just making love

Soft music in the background and worshipping every inch of your skin

You need to be vocal though!

Tell him how pretty he is when he cums, and how perfectly his dick fits in your hole!

Tell him how soft he looks and how he is making your nipples feel like heaven.

Aftercare- bc I am also soft for aone and he is a good guy

Bubble baths and chocolate

Movies and cuddling

All of this makes him so glad that he found you

Especially when you cuddle into him all sleepily and tired.

Shoyo Hinata

oh he is so pretty-

Mutual masturbation

It's the perfect way to experience pleasure

He can see you in all your glory

All of the faces he sometimes misses when he’s fucking you!

He also learns from it!

He sees the angle your fingers go to hit that sweet spot so the next time he’s in you he knows where to aim!

(he is so precious-)

Pegging

You wanted to try it so he almost immediately agreed-

But it felt good!

The two of you reserved what one you wanted so the one he picked was almost made for him.

Plus, you look ridiculously good with the strap on-

And he voices that as much as he can!

And sometimes when he rides the strap he just watches it going in and out and in and out

(you also think this is SUPER hot but won't tell him :/)

Riding

It doesn't matter if it's you or him

Watching you fall apart on his cock without him doing a thing makes him cum harder than anything

Sometimes he gets so excited that he comes before you and makes you stay there until he’s hard again, which doesn't take long at all.

when it's him?

he’ll go for hours just to hear you tell him how good he is and how pretty he looks

Lingerie

Especially pastel babydolls

But nothing you wear could ever make you look bad in his eyes

Ok he likes it when you keep the lingerie on too like he’s fucking you and you till have a little nightgown/crop top on

Lord he will BUUUUUUSSSTTT

Lev Haiba

Size kink

Unintentionally too

He didn't even know it, but he did know that he liked that you were so much smaller than him.

He likes to put your hand to him and just look at the difference and before he knew it he was painfully hard

On the occasion, he makes fun of you saying his dick is just too big for you and you can't handle it, but then you get on your knees and he shuts up real quick

Praise kink

A given

He wants to know how good he makes you feel at all times

It doesn't have to be words either!

loud moans explanations of pleasure all drive him to move faster and faster!

Even yelling “oh god!” gets him off

He makes you feel that good huh?

Wall sex

Just playing on the size kink thing

He loves to just pick you up and fuck with reckless abandon

Gets a way better angle too- bet you didn't think he would realize that

He also likes to watch the combination of your juices drip to the floor-

Shugo Meian (MSBY captain)

Sexiest team-

Daddy/ Captain kink

Just look at him, he screams Daddy louder than you do when he’s fucking you

He takes pride in being Captain meaning he’ll fuck you for hour if the word even falls from your lips

And yes you have said it (daddy) front of the team and he did get hard, and the both of you did fuck in the locker room of the gym for an hour before you got kicked out

Even in arguments you better call him daddy, he will stop and fuck you into the ground for it

Angry or not you WILL use his title

Spanking

Will threaten you with this almost everyday

He just uses it as an excuse to touch your ass

He makes you count after each one and makes you thank him

It would look a bit like this

“Five! Thank you Daddy!” “Good Baby, five more”

But that doesn’t mean when you really deserve it that he won't unleash the wrath of god onto your poor ass

But after he’ll kiss it all better and Daddy will reward you for taking your punishment well

Controlled orgasms

By this i mean that you wont cum unless he says so

And you have to ask

Aka “Daddy please let me cum, I really want to”

And depending on what he’s feeling maybe you’ll get to cum then

And if not you’ll have to wait like a good Girl/Boy and cum when he does, which could late literally forever.

but its better than disobeying his orders, which could lead to him completely pulling out and just jerking off to cum on you :((

Deepthroating/ Face Fucking

Nothing is better to him than coming home to you on your knees and mouth open and ready

But when he’s all pent up from practice and he sees you?

Rip your throat, you aren't talking for a few days

He’ll literally fuck your face no question

He’ll put his dick so far down your throat you could feel it in your stomach

Yutaro Kindaichi

Hate sex 

He just makes everyone angry

And he gets off on it

You look so fucking delectable all red faced and angry

Makes him want to just slam into right then and there

Dom/Sub

Clearly he wants to be in control

Controlling someone is just such a  turn-on for him

Looking all pretty doing exactly what he wanted you too <3

Hickeys 

Wants to show off that you are his 

What better way than marking up your neck with pretty bruises

Plus he likes how you get all shy when people look at them 

[calciseptinefic]

a luxury few can afford

Marvel || Wade Wilson/Peter Parker || Part 4 notes: this fic is also available on ao3 warnings: D/s undertones, alcohol consumption

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Part 3

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Peter's address sits alone on the screen for less than ten seconds before Wade sends:

>> u waited. >> good boy

Those two little words make Peter's entire face turn red. He can almost hear the rough, praising way Wade would say it, his mouth against the shell of Peter's ear.

( . . . )

>> getting food rn >> eta 20 min >> hope ur hungry >> [cooked rice emoji] [mango emoji] [take-out box emoji]

Now that Peter's decided to take as much of Wade as Wade will give him, damn the consequences, he doesn't know how to respond. Normally, he'd send back a quick 'ok' or find an appropriate gif—maybe of Patrick hoovering Krabby Patties into his mouth, or maybe of Yoshi using his tongue to slurp up fruit—but both options feel... flat. He wavers between the two, overthinking it, and ends up choosing a thumbs-up emoji nearly five minutes later. He regrets sending it immediately. Don't people use the thumbs-up emoji passive-aggressively nowadays? Peter's never used it like that but he knows other people do and—

>> [plastic-bag-filled-with-styrofoam-take-out-containers.png] >> got 1 of everything no joke >> and [beer emoji]? u drink [beer emoji] right?

<< Wade, have you forgotten that I'm a college student?

>> me??? 4get a hawt co-ed??? >> slander me not

<< In print it's libel.

>> dont talk nerdy to me bby ill get a [bone emoji]r and scare the cabbie >> gray sweatpants dont hide nuthin'

Peter swallows—hard—and very carefully does not think about Wade going commando in a pair of sweats. Locks his phone and gets off his bed. He goes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth for the third time that day, then squints at his reflection. He knows he's not bad-looking, but he's always thought that he was more plain than handsome. His eyes are an unremarkable brown, as is his hair, which tends to curl when it gets long, as it currently is. Peter wets his hands and runs his fingers through the mess, attempting to tame it, and does not succeed.

It's not like Wade's going to turn around and leave if he doesn't like your hair, Peter thinks, scowling at himself in the mirror. And don't even think about buzzing it five minutes before he gets here. Your head is shaped like an egg. A really weird, unattractive egg. He will leave if he sees the egg.

Going back out into the living space, Peter sits on the edge of the couch, straight-backed and staring at the door. Ten seconds pass before he gets up, goes to the door, and unlocks it. Goes to sit back down before thinking that unlocking the door was stupid. Turns around and locks it. He even secures the deadbolt which—honestly—he rarely does while home. His hand is still hovering on the old brass metal, debating, when someone knocks rhythmically.

"♪ Shave and a hair cut ♪," Wade sings, voice muffled.

Peter unlocks the door and—after forcing his nerves as far down as possible—yanks it open.

Wade is wearing a black hoodie beneath a dark green work jacket, hood pulled up over an 'I <3 NY' baseball cap that casts most of his face in shadow. He's wearing gray joggers and heavy boots, the laces loose. In one hand he carries a white, plastic bag packed with several styrofoam take-out containers and, in the other, a twelve-pack of beer. He freezes in the doorframe.

"Oh," Wade says, a single word caught on an exhale. It sounds like it was punched out of him.

"Hi," Peter says. His smile feels wobbly.

Wade says nothing. He just stares.

"Would you..." The words die in Peter's mouth. He stops. Clears his throat. Tries again. "Uh, hi. Wade. Would you like to come in?"

"... Peter?"

"Yes?"

"Fuuuuuuuck," Wade hisses under his breath, stepping into Peter's apartment. He puts the beer and take-out down, and closes the door behind him. "Hold on, baby boy, I need to—"

Peter's jaw is in Wade's hands. He's wearing gloves. Not the thick leather ones that are part of his Deadpool costume, but a softer pair—suede, maybe?—that feel nice against Peter's skin. When Wade tilts Peter's face upwards, Peter's eyelids droop and his gaze falls to Wade's mouth; he wants to be kissed again.

"Shit shit shit," Wade says instead. The pads of his thumbs are running across Peter's cheeks. "What the actual fuck? How can you be this fucking cute? Look at you. Those big doe eyes, your eyebrows, even your fucking forehead—is it weird if I lick your forehead? Sweet ninja baby Jesus Christ, I wanna lick your forehead."

Peter's nose wrinkles.

"Oh god, you're even cuter when you're grossed out and I can see the little crinkle between your eyebrows. Hold still, Petey Pie, I gotta—"

"Wade, don't you fucking dare lick my—ew!"

Wade licks a stripe up from between Peter's eyebrows to his hairline. Peter shrieks and manages to wriggle out of Wade's hands, then dodge as Wade tries to grab for him again. He's laughing, he realizes, as Wade chases him around his small living space.

"Get back here, punk!" Wade yells, following Peter in circles around the couch.

"No!" Peter screeches. "You licked my forehead, you weirdo!"

Wade tries to vault the couch to tackle Peter, but Peter simply jumps, grabs onto the relatively high ceiling with a hand, and folds his body into a crouch. He hangs upside down as Wade jumps, his attempts to grab Peter close but unsuccessful. After a few tries, Wade folds over, breathing hard, and slaps a thigh in defeat.

"Okay, fine," he concedes. "We're at an impasse."

Peter raises an eyebrow. "From where I am, it looks like I win."

Wade stands upright and shrugs. "Maybe. I mean, you're right, I can't get what I want with you up there. But..." Wade walks back to the door. Toes out of his boots, then picks up the food he brought. "You can't get what you want either."

"So, truce?" Peter suggests, eyeing the take-out.

"Nah, baby boy, it don't work like that. We trade. One forehead lick for one dinner."

"And the beer?"

Wade pauses and looks around. There isn't much to see. Peter's apartment is a postage stamp on the top floor of an ancient building; one wall has an old fridge and oven, some cabinets and some counter space, while two doors are on the adjacent wall, one leading to Peter's bedroom and the other to the tiny bathroom. Peter has a couch and a tall square coffee table that doubles as an actual table. Wade sets the food and beer atop its scratched surface.

"Well, footsie seems to be out of the question here, but I'll settle for a simple exchange. One beer is one kiss."

"Me giving you a kiss, or you giving me a kiss?"

"Me to you."

"Placement?"

"Whatever tickles my fancy."

Peter wants to believe that getting a kiss from Wade will be a straightforward matter, but the problem is, what he wants to believe and what he knows to expect are two entirely different things. Wade is just as likely to give Peter a chaste peck on lips as he is to make-out with Peter's elbow.

Could be hot, a traitorous part of Peter's brain chimes in before Peter squashes it.

"I agree to your terms," Peter says. He unfolds, rolls his neck, then drops, doing a half-flip mid-fall so he lands on his feet. "Just, ugh, don't make it weird."

"Oh, sweetheart," Wade purrs. "It's like you don't even know me."

Wade gets into Peter's space. The line of their bodies are close, but not touching. One of Wade's finger curls beneath Peter's chin, pulling up and forcing Peter to both tilt his head back and to rise up onto the balls of his feet. At the same time, the palm of Wade's other hand slides over Peter's eyes, then back, pushing the strands that fall against his forehead away from the skin. Wade holds him there until Peter's calves start to shake. Then and only then does Wade lean forward and press the flat of his tongue to Peter's skin. The lick is a slow, wet slide that Peter feels down to his toes, equal parts strange and arousing.

"Don't wipe it off," Wade tells Peter when he steps back.

"But it's gross," Peter complains.

"Wipe it off and we do it again," Wade says. He waits for a moment but Peter's hands stay obediently by his sides. "No? Okay. Let's eat then."

It's a mad shuffle of containers, napkins, and utensils, but they make it work. Neither of them have a dedicated entree; they just pick and choose, taking bites from whatever looks appealing. Peter's first beer comes with a quick kiss on the cheek, Wade's lips slippery from his last bite of noodles; his second is accompanied by a press of lips and swipe of tongue to the inside of his wrist.

"Aren't you going to take your gloves off?" Peter asks halfway through the meal, even though he already knows how Wade gets about his skin. He hasn't been that way around Peter, not for a long time, rolling the bottom half of his mask up and over his nose without hesitation. "Your hat?"

Wade chews on a prawn, slowly, before saying, "I wasn't planning on it."

"Why not?" Peter takes a swig of his beer.

Wade shrugs, his big shoulders moving in a quick up-down motion that's more deflective than unsure. It's only then that Peter realizes the only part of Wade he's seen exposed is the lower half of his face. It's never been anything else. Even when Wade's suit was damaged, there was always so much blood and/or gore that Peter never saw much else.

"Well, I showed you mine," Peter says as casually as possible, gesturing to himself vaguely with his plastic fork. "And I would like it if you showed me yours."

Wade stabs at some chicken. Pops it into his mouth. Chews slowly, before asking, "Are you sure, baby boy? It ain't pretty under here."

"I'm sure," Peter says.

"Are you? Because I look like this," Wade points to his exposed chin, "all over. And I'm not gonna lie—I like how you look at me now. Like you want me. Like I'm someone who can be desired. If you see all of me, that might change."

"You could be an eye-searing shade of neon orange and I'd still find you attractive, Wade."

Wade snorts. "Traffic cone might be better than what I've got going on."

"I'm not going to force you, Wade," Peter says quietly. He focuses on the Kra Pad in front of him, pushing the rice grains and bits of vegetable around. "I just don't want to hide anything from you and I don't want you to hide anything from me. But if that's not what you want, then that's okay. Making you do something you don't want to do or aren't ready to do is a dick move, and I don't—"

"Peter."

But Peter's on a roll. "And I don't want to make you uncomfortable even though you should know by now that I'm not going to judge you based on what you look like. Hell, we've known each other long enough now that if anything was going to drive me away it would be your personality—"

"Peter."

"—but obviously your personality kinda does it for me because we're sitting here, aren't we, and I haven't blocked your number or kicked your ass out of Queens or—"

"Peter," Wade interjects. "Jesus, okay, would you just look at me—"

And.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Wade has pulled down his hoodie and taken off his hat, and he's just as hot as Peter imagined he would be. Hotter, maybe. Sure, his skin is uneven, raw and red in some places, but Peter has long since become accustomed to the ever-changing topography of it. Scars and sores are inconsequential compared to the shape of his blue eyes and the bald curve of his skull, the muscular set of his jaw and the strength of his brow. He looks brutish—powerful— dangerous—and it lights Peter up inside in a way that has nothing to do with fear.

"Nngh," Peter says intelligently.

Wade's expression remains cautious. He's waiting, Peter realizes, to be rejected. Or for Peter to trip over himself and assure him he's handsome—which he is, but Peter knows Wade won't believe him. So Peter wisely says nothing. Instead, he reaches forward and grabs the front of Wade's hoodie, tugging a little so Wade will lean in.

"Closer," Peter says.

Warily, Wade leans forward a bit more.

"No, closer," Peter says.

Wade leans forward even more.

"Okay, good," Peter says and—without warning—licks a long, wet stripe across Wade's forehead. The skin is textured beneath the flat of his tongue but not unpleasant. When Peter pulls back, a line of spit shines under the light.

"The fuck—" Wade begins, ungloved hand rising to his head.

"If you wipe it off, I do it again," Peter teases.

Wade stares at him, eyes round. He isn't wearing that awful, guarded expression anymore. Instead, he looks at Peter with genuine incredulity, like Peter did the last thing Wade would have expected. Peter smiles. It isn't often that he gets to pull a fast one on Wade, and he enjoys it immensely.

"One forehead lick, one dinner," Peter tells him. "Looks like I'm buying next time, huh?"

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Part 5

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