#THEIR LITTLE EYES 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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hi sweetie, how are u? i luv ur writings ^^
could you write a fic about lino's tummy scar? i'm so soft about it, wanna worship him 🥺
a/n: hi!! i'm really stressed with uni rn :( i finally found time to write this though! it's just simple and short i hope u like it!! i felt all warm and fuzzy writing this. i adore minho sm i wanna worship him toooo (also have you seen the latest pics of him he looks so buff like DAMN)
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idol!minho is really busy and tired from work lately. reader misses him and takes matters into their own hands.
genre: smut, fluff, some angst
warnings: MDNI! oral m!receiving, body worship, mentions of dom minho, dirty talk.
w.c.: 1.6k
minho had been busy lately from all the comeback preparations. you knew how hectic his schedule was so you don't blame him for the lack of quality time between you two.
you know how physically and mentally exhausting it is for him, waking up at 6 in the morning and often coming home past midnight.
you have been together for multiple comebacks now. you knew the drill. both of you did. and still you can't get used to it. but you didn't wanna add onto the things he was thinking, and all of this was really out of both your control, so you just made the most of what you had. but you still miss him.
sure, whenever he comes home, he lays on his side of the bed and pulls you closer to him from behind. sometimes he leaves a trail of soft kisses on your shoulder before passing out.
but you miss more of him. so when he came home a little bit earlier tonight, just an hour before midnight, you can't help but tackle the man in bed and hug him tight. you were practically squeezing and grabbing his skin while you buried your face on the crook of his neck.
you inhale him in.
you latch onto his figure, your body on top of him hugging impossibly tighter, and you all but melt.
he smells so good. so familiar and warm and just... good. you nuzzle your head deeper into his neck as you hear him chuckle and wrap his arms around you.
"you missed me, jagi?" minho says softly while running his hand down your back with the other, petting your hair.
you hum in agreement while licking his neck, just smelling him not enough anymore.
"smell so good, min." you mumble against his skin in between soft kisses.
minho coos at your actions. you're too adorable right now.
soon enough you started biting and sucking on his neck. you wanted to swallow him. you haven't felt him for so long you thought you were gonna lose your mind.
"mmh.. you want something, baby?" minho says, his breathing a bit labored. he missed you so fucking much too.
you remove yourself from the comfort of his neck to really look at him.
his eyes were gazing up at you tiredly, but still full of love and longing. you can see him trying to fight his eyes from closing.
"i just want you. but you're tired-"
"it's okay, i want you too. just give me a moment-"
"shh." you kiss his lips softly. and then his nose, and then leaving a bunch of kisses on his temple. "can i take over for now? wanna make you feel good. wanna take care of you this time."
you say it so sweetly with pleading eyes. how can he deny you, really?
"okay, baby."
you smile brightly at that, and minho feels like his heart is about to burst.
his sweet angel. the sweetest. what did he ever do to deserve you?
noticing the furrow on his brow, you planted a kiss to it.
"don't worry. just relax. it's okay if you fall asleep. my baby has been working so hard..."
your hands start to run over his chest, and you notice how big he's gotten. you gave one of his pecs a squeeze and he laughs.
"yah, stop playing."
"okay, okay. help me take this off." you tug on his shirt. "wanna kiss all of you."
"yeah?" minho says with a teasing smile before helping you get his shirt off.
and holy fuck.
his PT sessions really did one on him. his chest had gotten bigger and firmer. not just that. you can tell he's getting more buff all over.
"jagi." minho says, pulling you out of your trance.
"min, holy shit! so beautiful.." your soft hands run all over his exposed body and he can't help but shiver at the contrast of your warmth from the chill of the room.
"you like it?" he teases, obviously already knowing the answer.
you answer with a lick on his pecs and you can feel him stiffen beneath you. you're groping and squeezing all over and minho can't help the huffs slipping past his pretty lips.
"jagiya, don't tease." he warns.
"but you're so pretty." you whine while kissing his skin. "your arms have gotten bigger..."
you gave them a firm squeeze.
"so strong." you feel minho's cock twitch at the praise. "you could easily take me. any way you want."
your voice is dizzying. your words are sending him to heaven. you're regularly not this vocal. well, not with coherent words coming out of your mouth. but usually, it's him doing the talking. so this is new. he feels like he's floating.
"and these." you squeezed his pecs again. "you always complain about working out. but you did it. im so proud of you."
you leave a bunch of wet kisses down his torso until you reach his scar. you know minho wasn't the type to show off his body. he thought his scar isn't exactly something people would like to see.
when you both first had sex, the lights were all off as per your wishes. what you didn't know was that minho wanted that too for his own concerns since he didn't want to let you see him that time.
once you two got more comfortable with each other, you assured him the scar looked "sexy as fuck", which made him laugh.
and it really was. minho thought you just said that cause you loved him, and since the scar was on him, your love would naturally extend to that. but no, even just the scar on him is really hot. he still didn't believe you so you told him "it's like toji fushiguro with his scar". he kinda got it after that.
you kissed the permanent mark on his body, whispering out a little "pretty".
minho was incredibly horny at this point but his heart also felt heavy from the overwhelming emotions you're pulling out of him.
you lick the length of the scar, and his cock pokes at you from within his sleep shorts.
"baby-"
"i got you." you whisper softly while trailing more wet kisses down his belly until you reach the hem of his shorts.
minho hisses as you pull the material down, his heavy dick springing up.
your soft hand grips the shaft and he clenches his jaw hard.
"always so hard and pretty for me." you say with gentle strokes. "so big..."
minho can't help the little whimper escaping his throat.
you're driving him insane.
"love hearing you, min." you swipe your thumb on the tip and give it a gentle squeeze. "i always cum so hard when you're panting in my ear."
minho moans loudly at your words. his sweet baby is talking so dirty. all his.
his cock looks fucking good in your hand right now, all red, and hard, and fucking leaking. you lick the head for a taste and it takes everything out of minho not to cum fast.
it's been so long. but you're here again, all pretty and enchanting with his cock in your mouth.
soon enough, you started sucking him off, trying to take as much as you can in your mouth and gripping the rest of what you can't fit with your hand. you're minding your teeth, swirling your tongue just how he likes it, and drooling on it.
the squelches are driving both of you crazy. he tried his best to open his eyes and he starts gripping the sheets hard so he wouldn't use them to hold your head and just fuck up into it.
minho wasn't really a man of spirituality and religion but this? you deserved all of his devotion. your eyebrows are scrunched in focus, eyes a bit teary and hazed from taking his cock just how he likes it– just how he taught you, and your fucking mouth. your pretty fucking lips wrapped around him, your hot, and wet tongue- it's too fucking much.
and you're moaning. you're moaning on his cock as if you're the one getting the most pleasure out of it. his sweet messy fucking angel.
after a couple of squeezes from your hand and swirls from your tongue, you could feel him tightening, and you look up right into his eyes.
he cums hard, moaning your name coupled with strings of praises. you keep licking and swallowing all he could offer. your personal fucking God.
minho is breathing heavily, still trying to calm down from the intense orgasm. he's long gone but it's okay. you clean up the other mess and take care of him like you said you would and like he always does.
"thank you, jagi." minho smiles as he kisses you on the lips. he tries to escalate it further, pushing his tongue past your mouth, but you break the kiss.
"mmh- you should sleep. you have an early day tomorrow." you say while minho groans.
"but you-"
"some other time. you're barely awake!" you giggle while minho tries to grab you. you can't believe you're getting away with interrupting him multiple times tonight. you bet his half-asleep brain can't even register that right now. you laugh softly at his cuteness.
he eventually just cuddles you, his breathing now even and his eyes closed.
"i love you, y/n. m'sorry for not being here a lot." he says sleepily, whispering into your ear.
"i love you too. and don't worry. i'll keep being here when u get home."
"miss you... a lot. wanna make it up to you" minho mumbles while pulling you closer.
"you will." you melt into his embrace. "but sleep for now, hm?. i miss you too. so much..."
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contains: suggestive, slight mentions of alcohol, a lil bit cheesy but when is love not, unedited
happy birthday, my love 🥺
hajime doesn’t care much about his birthday.
at least, not as much his mom and oikawa do, with lit up candles and striped party hats in his rumpled godzilla pajamas. it's greetings at midnight, on the dot, no matter what—even through the crackling sound of static over ocean waves.
he definitely doesn’t care about it as much as his college friends do, with them slapping his back and elbowing his side until his ribs hurt just so he can down another shot for the 'nth' year of his existence.
(they try with all their might to get him past the 5th, but he's driving tonight; and if there's anything about hajiime stronger than his tolerance, it's how resolute he is—firm in his beliefs and even more with his principles.)
so, hajime doesn't care much about his birthday.
but you do, and when he says things like—
"it's not that important, we don't have to."
—all you hear is, 'bla bla bla, it's important, bla bla bla we have to.'
you prepared a picnic for him, among all the other activities you planned for today.
this morning, you served him a hefty stack of pancakes with a rice bowl full of his favorites (that he took a bite from oh-so-sweetly, only to push it to the side before gripping your thigh, deciding that he wanted something else for breakfast instead).
then, you went on a hike. just a short trek up his favorite spot an hour out of town. hajime likes being under the sun; he loves the heat, the sweat that trickles down the divots of his muscles because they mean hard work. a good effort. a sign of trying.
he loves tackling you the most in this state—sticky and sweaty, a little slippery. you hate how it mixes in with your sunscreen, but love how hajime feels against your skin, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and chin tucked sloppily against your neck.
so you let him.
(and even though you tell him he gets a pass because it's his birthday, he knows that isn't true. you always let him do this, anyway.)
his favorite roast beef sandwich, then a shower and dessert (yes, together) later have found yourselves here, at the cusp of sunset, a drive up at your favorite spot overlooking the city.
you prepared a picnic for him, packed all his favorite snacks and berries; made a small chocolate cake with the letters 'hbd hajime ♡' in even smaller fondant cut-outs. simple and minimal (because you know he would prefer it). you intended to watch the sun go down cuddled up in the few blankets you brought, but the weather’s been gloomy for the past 30 minutes, and even worse than that—it's begun to rain.
hajime can sense your stress, he always does, and when he rubs circles on your back telling you, "it's not that important, we don't have to."
you only feel the need to prove him wrong.
if you push forward the chairs in the middle row of his suv, you'll have enough space at the back. and if you park the car to face the view, you can still catch the twinkling of city lights when it turns dark.
the cogs in your brain turn and your brows scrunch as you remain silent, so much so that it begins to worry him.
rain patters against the windshield, and hajime leans over the center console, tucking your hair behind your ear.
"it's okay, babe, you've done so much for me already. we can go back—"
"no," you look him in the eye.
because, it is important.
hajime, the man you love and have loved for the past 4 years; the most hardworking, determined, and considerate man you've ever known was born today, 26 years ago.
and hajime might not care about his birthday because he doesn't think it matters all that much, but it matters to you, because this has been the most important day of the year to you since first meeting him.
"give me a bit," you twist to face the back, "excuse me," urging hajime to move to the side as you cross the center console to the seats at the middle row. you push the seats forward and bend over the backrest, hauling your picnic basket, blankets, and pillows to the now vacant and spacious trunk.
"i can help—" you hear his door handle click.
"no!" you shout from the back, "remember, we agreed! birthday boy relaxes and enjoys!"
he isn't happy about it, and you know he'll insist that he can only relax and enjoy if you're relaxed and enjoying, but you work quickly enough that he doesn't get to argue.
when you call him to the back, you've set up the entire space. the picnic mat is laid out, pillows placed comfortably in areas you both can cuddle in. a bunch of berries and crackers are laid out in a makeshift food section, along with a few bags of chips and the small chocolate cake you stayed up last night making. you serve water as your drinks because hajime prefers it that way.
the sight that greets him is more than anything he thinks he deserves, but what truly takes the cake is you, sitting on the palms of your feet with your baby hairs matted to your forehead and the sweetest smile reaching your cheeks. you hold up your phone to show a live youtube video of a setting sun in some place, somewhere in the world, and amidst the rain pattering against the roof of his car, hajime thinks he would rather have this over a real sunset, somewhere in the world, without you.
he crawls over to where you are, careful to avoid the food you set up. his cheeks hurt from smiling, eyes crinkling as he takes your cheeks in the palms of his hands, squishing them together before kissing you with all the love he can't put into words.
hajime doesn’t care much about his birthday.
but as he parks the car in reverse, positioning the trunk to view the city lights down below, he sees the twinkle in your eyes and can’t help but love how happy his birthday makes you.
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PAC: HOW DOES YOUR CRUSH FEEL ABOUT YOU? 🩷⭐️🧨
🎶 we found love in a hopeless place 🎶 timeless reading , pick a picture , what’s going through your crushes mind ?💭
PILE 1
They feel very sure about their feelings for you. I get a calm vibe from them, very relaxed energy. When they decide something, they are firm about it. They feel like you’re very beautiful. Like you set a beauty standard, prettier then anyone else he has his eyes on. I just heard “beauty queen”. I just thought of Lana Del Rey for some reason I think some of you guys look like her or have the vibe/aesthetic/essence. Anyway though they see a future with you, and they’re plotting on you, there’s like a timeline they’re following you know nothing about lol. They think of you as theirs already 👰♀️.
PILE 2
The way your crush feels about you is sincere. They seem to be someone who is blunt and direct with their energy. Masculine vibes. He’s seems like a gentleman like he was raised well and he will treat a girl how his parents taught him to. He’s a bit oblivious tho lol like he wouldn’t catch a hint if someone liked him. I see him asking you out one day very formally. Like with some little gift or treat, and asking you on a date “properly”. He has respect for you. If any of y’all are teenagers, he wants to ask you to prom 💐.
PILE 3
Your crush is good at keeping a poker face. They daydream about you so intensely. You’re more than just a person to them but like a ethereal frequency. A divine concept to behold. Aww you’re so special to them, but you’d never know it in the 3D realm. Maybe energetically first. Some of you guys rejected this person indirectly, or they interpreted something you said as rejection. I feel literal distance between you two, but you’ll see each other again definitely. They hope to make you their gf one day but from their end it’s really just only a hope 🥺.
PILE 4
They think you’re a hard nut to crack. Something about you intimidates them, but they can’t stop thinking about you. If you wear glasses they love that. They love if you look like a teacher/librarian. Ok either he’s a nerd or you’re a nerd but it’s giving that for some reason. Like “cute nerdy crush” 🤓. He’d like if you came up to him and just stared him down with intense eye contact. If something does happen between y’all, it’d be in the fall months like October/November. I see them planning something for you around then 🫶.
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@venulus HA! YOU THOUGHT! I bet you received the previous notification and thought it was all over!!! Guess who impulsively came up with the perfect little idea for an additional ficlet and just HAD TO make it a thing >:) is this how it feels to be Clavis's accomplice? Well, you know it better than me~ Happy Birthday once again, hope you enjoy <3
[🥺] 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐…
CLAVIS:
"Is something wrong, little bunny? You've been terribly tense all this time."
Clavis's words snap you out of your thoughts, but you don't allow yourself to relax just yet. That's precisely what he wants! To make you lower your guard so he can surprise you when you least expect it. For the longest time, or rather ever since you started dating this talented, handsome, scheming, charming, strange, beautiful creature that is your Clavis, your birthdays have been just that. One surprise after another.
And yes, this is the point, yes this is exactly what someone would want for their lover, to catch them by surprise with a loving gesture - but you can't help the side of you who craves the ultimate proof of love. Namely, knowing him well enough to predict exactly what he's got planned for you.
So every step you take, you stop in your tracks with exclamation. Aha, when you step on this tile, you'll activate some kind of mechanism that will launch a confetti attack! But it never comes.
"You're puzzling me, my darling. Let's get you to the balcony for some fresh air, shall we?"
The balcony?! Where Cyran and the others are waiting to recite an ode of love that yours truly wrote for you, finishing it off with artillery fire for maximum emotional impact?! You shake your head enthusiastically, telling him you want to eat some cake now. Clavis smiles and nods, guiding you by the shoulders to the table he decorated.
As his beautiful gloved hand removes the big cloche to uncover the cake, you've already taken a step back in caution. Who knows what will jump out from the cake - if Clavis wasn't right there where you can clearly see him, you'd think it would be him that jumps out from the cake.
It's a normal cake though. Wait, it's a normal cake??
"Believe it or not my bunny, it is I who baked you this cake. As you can see, there's nothing funny about it - not on the outside, not on the inside. It was extremely hard for me, and I must admit, I had helpers, but at last, the result is here for your eyes to see. Happy Birthday."
As your knife goes in, you're almost expecting for the cake to crumple down as a mass of purple goop oozes out of it, but it never happens. You even bring the forked bite to your mouth, chew on it, gulp it down - and the only thing out of the ordinary is just how amazing it is.
"Is it any good? It might be written all over my face now but, uh, I... I'm quite nervous, haha."
You feel like crying, so you just throw yourself on Clavis' neck, thanking him a hundred times and apologizing that you doubted him some more than that. Amidst it all, you also make sure to tell him how absolutely cute he is.
Clavis grins widely despite how obviously embarrassed your comment got him.
Little do you know, this only served to successfully lower your guard.
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Hi I saw your req open and I flew here ehe-
Hear me out please 😭
Miguel is a geneticist (someone who works around denetics) and sometimes he doesn't understand the programs that he 'made' and Lyla has to help him. That makes Peter B. and the spider-teens very suspicious of him.
What's even more suspicious is that once a month he leaves the Spider HQ to who-knows-where.
After some stalking investigating, they find out that every time that he leaves; he goes to a park to meet [Reader], that is the one who helped with all the tech he has at HQ.
When he returns the next day, he is confronted about it and explains that [Reader] is an old friend and he trusts them with the Multiverse secret. However Peter B. and the others obviously saw the mutual attraction between both of them so they help out Miguel confess to [Reader].
Fluff + a little suggestive with Gn Reader please ^^
Anyway drink lots of water and keep yourself healthy!! ❤❤
[Undercover Lover]
lab tester: @hikaru-sama 🩻
pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader
summary: Miguel is willing to stop the world for you, you just want to be the small part of his world that makes it better.
content warning: fluff, longing from reader and Miguel, the spider-teens are all menaces (as in they all have chismosavirus), Peter is Peter, a little suggestive but nothing crazy, I also made Miguel’s relationship with the teens pretty adorable (Papa Miggy 🥺)
word count: 5.8k, halfway proofread (don't ask...)
a/n: This request is not outlandish in any way, btw. It's very cute! I hope you don’t mind that I added a little extra to the programming aspect. THANK YOU TO THE MIGGY SERVER FOR YOUR HELP AS ALWAYS! I have been wallowing in the chats for who knows how long. I thought it would be cute and funny. Also, I've been doing better with my water intake! I hope you're proud. 🥺
Miguel blew out a tired breath, eyes blurry after staring at the same set of files all day.
“Lyla, could you replay the scan from this morning?”
“I don’t know, can I?”
Miguel frowned as his eyes panned to the flickering yellow glow, “Are we doing this right now?”
“Doing what?” Lyla posed with her head tilted in her hand.
“Lyla. Replay the scan from Earth 450-”
“Here’s what I found on scams on 4chan.”
“I said scans not scams- what are you talking about? And what is 4chan?”
Lyla switched to a pose that mimicked The Thinker, her heart-shaped glasses morphing into ones made of stone.
Miguel shifted his weight to one side, hands on his hips as he watched Lyla float around his desk.
“Pull up the LYrate Lifeform Approximation code.”
Lyla snickers, glasses shifting to match the marks of a clown’s face, “You don’t know how to work that, buddy.”
“I didn’t ask you to tell me that, I asked you to-”
Lyla opens the file before he can finish his spiel.
“Now, what?” Lyla whispers with glee. “Gonna hack into the motherboard? Break down the firewall?”
Miguel ignored her and read through the constant formulas, coding that he's never even seen before becoming longer and longer.
Lyla popped up right in his peripheral view, pulling out one of the smaller codes to highlight, “What’s this one mean?”
Miguel squints at the line, “Something about how you respond to tone?”
“It’s my hair color,” Lyla’s voice is high and giggly like she was anticipating his completely wrong answers. “What about this one?”
“I, I don’t know. Your jacket?”
“Voice modulator,” the code danced around him as Lyla switched her voice to something of an old Hollywood star. “You’re not very good at this, tuts.”
Miguel felt a strange chill as Lyla walked around with a long white dress instead of a jacket and her brown hair in curls falling down her back. She laughed at him some more as she pulled her now, thick-rimmed triangle-shaped sunglasses to the top of her head.
“Lyla-”
Miguel’s watch jolted, a notification blaring at him. He answered with haste, mind frantic.
“Miguel? Is something up with Lyla, because I asked her to find this Mysterio’s dimension, and she started playing some wrestler’s theme song instead,” Jess huffed, throwing the villain's body over the back of her motorcycle. “Now, he won’t stop singing it.”
Miguel felt his head start to pound, “Something’s going on with her. She’s not functioning at her normal state.”
“You’re never functioning at a normal state,” Lyla sighed dramatically, arm over her head with wind blowing around her. “Always so tense!”
“Oh my god?” Jess’s eyes went wide as she took in the Lyla at Miguel’s side. “Why does she sound like that?”
“I’m not sure, but I’m shutting her down until I can fix it. Just send the Mysterio back here.”
“You can’t turn me off, Miggy! Don’t you want me to sing for you?”
“Yeah, hurry up and log her off. She’s freaking me out.” Jess ended the call with a disgusted face.
With her gone, the room was filled with Miguel’s thoughts and Lyla humming and brushing her hair in a vintage mirror, something she would have never cared to do on a regular day.
Looking at the lines of coding in front of him, there was no way he was going to find what was happening.
He reached across his desk to a new screen, searching for a certain folder. Miguel laughed to himself as he read the title.
Don’t open unless it’s ABSOLUTELY crucial to your health…and well-being. .3.
Miguel would consider this a crisis.
He tapped the folder, watching as a sprout of several different colors surrounded him. He shifted it through the lights, some of them being pictures of you and him, some of them being animated GIFs of cats, and others being helpful guides to small technological problems. He kept searching until he found a yellow tab that read “LYLA? LIGHTS OUT!”
With one click, Lyla went from twirling and singing in heels to being dormant, gone to the Spider Society. Letting out the breath he was holding, he shifted the files back into the folder and geared up to make the announcement.
“Attention Spiders,” Miguel held his watch up to his mouth. “Lyla will be down for maintenance for a couple of hours.”
He could hear the collective groan from the society all the way in his office.
“And I will try my best to get her up and running for future missions. Until then, please send any anomalies directly to Margo and stick to local crimes as well as protecting your respective neighborhoods.”
As soon as he ended the announcement, Margo was flooding his watch with back-to-back memes. Miguel remained confused watching a little girl in a cowboy hat complain to her grandpa while he dismissed her.
“I can send someone else down there to help you.”
“no because if anyone breaks my tech, it’s coming out of YOUR 🫵🏾 paycheck”
“Everything comes out of my paycheck.”
“whatever dad”
“?”
Perturbed, but not wanting to waste any more time, Miguel locked his office and called your number.
Two rings and you were picking up the phone.
“Hey, Spider-ider!”
“Hi,” Miguel refused to admit how the nickname sounded cute coming from you. “I need your help with something.”
“No ‘How are you?’ or ‘Sorry I haven’t checked on you in forever.’ Just straight to business, huh?”
“Sorry,” Miguel collected himself. “How are things? Did you manage to get the job with that tech company?”
“Why, thank you for asking, Miguel! I’m pretty good. Things are different! I did end up getting that job, but the manager is eerily creepy, so I’m trying my best to pile up the meanest HR case or try to wiggle my way into a new department. So far, the former is slowly but surely working, not sure if my sanity can take much more. How are you?”
Miguel's eyebrows shifted a bit, “You know you can just call for my help if anything goes wrong, right?”
“Miguel, you’re protecting so many people. More than I can even fathom, actually. I’m not going to ask you to stop to check on me.”
You should. He’d drop everything.
“It wouldn’t take much from my end, I could just-”
“Miguel.”
He bit his cheek, knowing you wanted to move the conversation along.
“How are you?” you asked again, tone back to normal.
“I’m neutral. Same thing as always. Now, it’s just that Lyla was really unbearable today.”
“Unbearable how?”
Miguel went into every detail, pulling in some last-minute reports from other Spiders that managed to use her before he shut her down.
“So you’re telling me she glitched out, wore an alligator head, and integrated ‘Flat Fuck Friday’ into every conversation?”
“Well, that was just one of the many cases. Is that, is that all you heard?”
“No, I got it,” you fixed your face to try and hold back your laugh. “It sounds like she hit her funny bone.”
Miguel looked up at the ceiling and back at you, “This is serious.”
“And I’m being as serious as I can be!”
“She’s causing all of this trouble because of a funny bone.”
You laugh at Miguel’s deadpan tone, “Ok, so technically it’s called a laughing virus. It’s been hitting a lot of major search engines for some reason, but Lyla is the closest to human-like AI there is, so it’s a funny bone!”
“As stupid as that is, I need your help to come fix it.”
“Aw, you need me to come check your work?”
Miguel avoided your gaze, “There is no work. I couldn’t tell one line from the next.”
“But Miguel, you were doing so good last time. What happened?”
“I-I don’t know, I thought I had one right but I mixed up tones with shades.”
“That’s still on the same playing field, so you got something right! That’s good progress, Miguel.”
“Mm.”
“I’ll be there soon. Don’t do anything crazy, although you’ll probably just loom over the desk dramatically.”
Miguel opened his mouth to rebuttal but you already ended the call with a laugh.
With truly nothing but his thoughts, he hurried to clean his space. There were a few loose wires and an empty box from the cafeteria scattered around.
By the time you were tapping the code into his office door, his platform was back on the ground and he’d just swept up some dust that managed to build in the corner of the room.
“Don’t clean up now just because I’m here,” you watched as his shoulders jumped a bit at your voice.
“I’m not,” Miguel huffs and sets the broom against the wall.
“Sure.”
Miguel comes closer to you with his hands on his hips.
You were probably the main reason that Lyla was the way she was, sarcastic and immature.
The only difference was Miguel could mute Lyla or switch modes for some peace. For you? It was non-stop. The only way he knew how to get you to stop was a method that’s been crowding his dreams ever since he met you.
He saw your lips moving at a mile per minute, but nothing was really reaching his ears.
They looked so soft, so perfect. He wondered if he should just let the society function on its own for just a few more hours.
“Miguel!” You waved your hands in front of him. “Lyla being down has really stressed you out, huh? You’re unfocused.”
He cleared his throat, “I still have a lot of work to do.”
“Well, let’s get to it!”
Miguel moved so you could walk to his desk, heart racing.
Whatever it was you were about to try to teach him wasn’t going to stick. He just knew it.
“Hey, Miguel! You know, I was wondering if we could implement some type of spider-baby daycare? MJ is pretty busy these days,” Peter strided into Miguel’s office with a wiggly Mayday strapped to his chest.
The platform was down, but the serious figure was nowhere to be found.
“Miguel?”
Peter tried to feel him out, but there’s no way anyone could miss Miguel in plain sight.
“Hm,” Peter put two fingers out for Mayday grab. She squealed glee, taking one finger to chew on. “If I were a Miguel, where would I be?”
He pondered through the halls, eventually finding himself at the entrance of the cafeteria. Mayday looked up almost as if she was disappointed.
“I need fuel to think!”
Peter ran down the line grabbing his usual: a 2099 burger, a large fry, and a medium cola, he’s dieting!
At the end of the line, a familiar voice called his name.
“Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?” Peter made his way to the table occupied by the younger spider crew.
Miles squinted at him, “Not a kid, but it’s going good! Have you seen Miguel? He was supposed to be training me an hour ago, but he’s not answering his watch.”
“Funny that you say that,” Peter stuffed his mouth with a handful of fries. “Went to his office and he wasn’t there.”
“What is with him and disappearing lately? It’s not like him,” Gwen mumbled. “I was supposed to report to him not too long ago and he wasn’t here.”
“Time is an enigma,” Hobie was tuning his guitar. “Glad he’s finally taking advantage of it instead of chatting about doomsday.”
“True, but he missed part of the big party we planned three months ago, too,” Pavitr supplied.
The table stopped and stared at Pav with various deadpan looks.
“What? He promised he’d try my special dish! He never breaks our promises.”
“He did pile a load of work on me when Lyla broke. Usually, he would come down and help me, but he said he was busy fixing her,” Margo turned to Peter.
The table sat and pondered for just a second then the teens started spouting out nonsense.
“He’s retiring!”
“He’s going to give HQ up.”
“He’s not going to another universe again, right?”
“He’s finally taking breaks.”
“He’s dying!”
Again, the table stopped to look at Pavitr.
“False alarm?”
“Look,” Peter held his hands up. “I don’t think it’s any of that.”
“What makes you so sure?” Gwen sounded nervous.
“Uh, he would tell me!”
Miles snickered at that which caused Mayday to fall into a fit of laughter.
“What? He’s told me things before. We’re buddies!”
“And where is your so-called buddy right now?” Margo folded her arms.
“Touche,” Peter took a giant slurp of his drink, cupping a hand under it to make sure nothing dripped on Mayday’s head. “But don’t you have a way to find him?”
“The Grumpy GPS? Yeah, but I’ve never used it because he’s always here,” Margo sighs.
“How about the next time he disappears, you let us know?” Gwen suggested.
“Love it,” Hobie fist bumps Gwen.
Miles scratched his neck, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“Says the guy that snuck into the Spider Society,” Pavitr shook his head.
“That’s different.”
“Is it?” Gwen raised her eyebrow. “Margo is on Miguel-duty. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, right guys?”
Everyone nodded their head in determination.
Peter smiled. He’s still got this mentor thing down!
Margo was down near the Go-Home-Machine running Style Savvy through an emulator.
“That is so ugly,” she sang as she watched another contestant’s outfit go down the runway.
Her judging was interrupted by a dancing cartoon spider with bushy eyebrows.
She paused the game and stretched her arms to the other side of the room to give everyone a call, “Mission ‘Where is the Old Man?’ is up and running. The Grumpy GPS has been added to you guys’ gizmos. I’ve got everything ready to hack.”
“It sounds like we’re doing a lot more than tracking,” Hobie mumbled.
“But what if he actually is dying?” Gwen was lacing up her ballet shoes tight. “He would tell us, right?”
“Oh, but when I said that, it sounded crazy,” Pavitr pulled his mask down. “The double standards are appalling.”
“He could be just avoiding us. Can’t say it hasn’t happened before,” Miles’ voice was low and testy.
“He wasn’t avoiding you, Miles, he was just…projecting,” Gwen said matter-of-factly.
“Are we back on this? Sending the entire society after me is projecting. Missing our training sessions that he set up multiple times? That’s just foul.”
Gwen and Miles went back and forth, fussing over little things.
“They’re bickering again. How cute,” Pavitr stage-whispered.
“1 mission on Miles winning?” Hobie asked.
Pavitr thought for a second, “Deal.”
“You’ll probably be the most upset if he really is sick,” Gwen comments.
“Says who? I’m not worried,” Miles zipped up his jacket halfway.
“Then why are you bouncing around like that, Miles.”
Hobie sighed while Pavitr cheered.
“If you guys are done, Miguel’s moving on foot heading down 5th. I pinned a checkpoint,” Margo sent the coordinates to their watches.
“Time to go see if big man’s a killer,” Hobie yawned. “Or not.”
Peter felt the ground shake under him, hair rising on the back of his neck. His senses were screaming at him to turn around.
The thing is, if he turned around, he'd lose track on Miguel who was currently inside of the very building he was standing on top of.
The shaking grew, pebbles and vent plates rattling around him, then everything fell back into place.
One, two, thre, four pairs of feet hit the ground.
“Where’s Margo?” Peter asked, eyes not leaving the ground under him.
“In our ears singing,” Gwen groaned. “Where’s Mayday?”
“Enjoying a lovely Mommy-Daughter date with MJ and her girlfriends. Glad to have you all join me.”
“How’d you know he was going to be here?” Hobie crossed his arms.
“Like I said, buddies!”
“You waited outside of his office, didn’t you?” Pavitr pointed his finger at Peter.
Peter turned around with an offended face, “Details-schmetails!”
“Well, do you have any idea what he’s up to now?” Gwen put a hand on her hip.
“Well, we’re on the roof of an apartment, super expensive might I add, and I’m assuming his apartment is here. So maybe he’s just getting a nap in.”
“He’s on the move,” Margo’s voice buzzed through all of the teens' ears and they ran to the edge of the building, practically pushing Peter to the side.
“He’s wearing normal clothes for once,” Gwen’s voice was shocked.
“His trousers are quite nice,” Hobie nodded as if he was looking at a magazine.
“It’s so…weird,” Miles shuddered. “I’ve never seen him in anything else but his suit.”
“He wore a nice button-down to my Zoom celebration once,” Margo hummed.
“Guys?” Pavitr’s voice went high. “Where’s Peter?”
The three of them turned around to see a missing pink-robed Spider.
“Oh, come on!” Miles jumped from the roof to the next one, following the pink fluff. Miguel was walking fast on the sidewalk and Peter was keeping his trail from up high.
“Really, Peter?” Gwen swung alongside the two with the rest right on their tails. “Some mentor you are.”
“I’m a great teacher! You’re all catching on quite well,” Peter swung lower as Miguel crossed the street.
Colors flew across the sky, contrasting with the constant grays and small specs of green of Nueva York. Scaling from building to building was a lot easier with flying cars added to the mix, but it was a little odd to see wobbling vehicles every now and then.
“I think you guys should slow it down. His pace changed,” Margo noted. “He’s stopping at…a park? Didn’t know they still had those here.”
With a sturdy pull, Miles used his web to stop Peeter from running any further and the now quintet landed on the ground a safe distance from the park.
“A little dreary for a park, innit?” One eye on Hobie’s mask went higher than the other.
From where they were hiding, steel statues stood tall, tufts of greenery growing up the structure. There was more pavement than grass and the walkways contained several dips and turns.
“I think there’s some flare to it,” Miles countered. “Could use a lot more color.”
They quieted down as they watched Miguel find an empty bench. He sat down and started to rub his hands against his pants. He sat for a minute or so before he checked his watch and his leg started to bounce.
“Is he waiting on someone?” Gwen whispered.
“Oh, I wonder who it could be?” Pav whispered back.
“Why are you guys whispering?” Margo paused her side mission of trying to find any security cameras in the area.
“Doesn’t he have super-hearing?” Miles asked.
“Over this much noise?” Hobie brought the talking level back to normal. “If he doesn’t suspect us of following him, there’s no need for him to focus on us.”
After about five minutes of watching and making a game out of how many times can Miguel check his clothes, with Peter mumbling about how the pants aren’t going to get any looser with those thighs, everyone holds their breath as they watch someone take a seat next to him.
Miguel’s entire demeanor changed.
His face lit up, his back straightened, and the tension from his body fell.
“No way,” Pavitr whispered excitedly. “Guys!”
“What’s going on? I still can’t get into the security cams,” Margo’s voice was impatient.
“Miguel…has a partner?” Gwen tilted her head watching the two react. The mystery person got up to hug Miguel as he sat on the bench. He hesitated a bit, fingers twitching awkwardly before he hugged them back. “Or not.”
“If one of you could get closer, I could pitch the sound to everyone. And, I could see!”
Everyone turned to Miles.
“Why is everybody looking at me?”
“You can turn invisible, genius,” Gwen said.
He just sighed and faded from head to toe.
“How’s it going Spidey?” you lean back from your hug to look down at him. Your hands rub his shoulders. “You look nice today.”
Miguel averted his eyes, “You’re not supposed to call me that-”
“Outside of HQ or our phone calls. I know, I know. Seriously though, why are you so dressed up today? Got a hot date waiting?”
Miguel tilted his head, “Do I really look nice?”
The shirt he was wearing was barely hiding anything, any tighter and it would have been considered a muscle tee. It was tucked into some slacks with a belt that made his tiny waist even smaller. The pants hugged his thighs just enough.
“Yeah!” More than he could imagine.
“Thanks,” he smiled a bit. “There’s no hot date. Just wearing something casual.”
Your shoulders lifted at the words.
“Cool, cool.”
“You look nice, as well.”
“Really?” you looked down at your last-minute outfit. Some gray joggers you found at a thrift store and a hoodie you’re almost certain has a random bleach stain somewhere on the back. “You’re digging the midnight chic?”
“Midnight chic?”
“Yeah, an outfit you wear when going out for a snack in the middle of the night.”
Miguel pursed his lips, “It looks soft. Comfortable.”
You involuntarily gripped your bag tighter, watching Miguel’s eyes roam you from the neck down.
Lately, he’s been saying things that make your stomach flutter, from being willing to beat up your boss to fussing at you for running errands so late to remembering small details from months ago.
Only recently has his eyes began to wander. He doesn’t catch on as fast when you explain things to him. You’ve caught him staring at you while you’re looking at other things. His smile lingered a little longer. His hands were a lot more careful. Sometimes, he’d tense up when you touched him.
It was all so confusing and the feelings you’ve pushed down for years have crawled their way back up, waiting at the back of your tongue to be announced.
Still, you were just here to help him for as long as he needed you. Nothing more, nothing less.
You cleared your throat, “Okay so, you said you needed help with…Excel?”
“Mm hm,” Miguel nodded and locked his eyes back on your face.
You pulled your laptop, turning up the brightness so that the scenery wouldn’t shoot straight through the transparent device.
“So, this program is like, extremely old.”
“I know, but it's a middle ground for all of the Spiders. Anything newer would be too much for about a fourth of them and anything older would take ages for anyone to complete.”
“Got it,” you inch close enough to Miguel for his cologne to dance around you. He leaned closer to squint at your laptop and you had to will your hands to not shake like jelly. “So, the program is actually pretty simple. You just enter formulas, charts, numbers, or information in these boxes. There’s a lot more manual work than we’re used to, but it won’t take much to get used to.”
You walked Miguel through everything you’ve taught yourself over the past few days. Having him put in formulas and waiting for the result.
“Like this?”
“Almost! You’re missing a letter here.”
“Can you go over it again?”
Miguel's hands would hover over the keyboard, eyes focused and nose scrunched. Sometimes you would fight the screaming in your head and place your hands over his, helping him punch certain numbers in.
“Miguel, I think you’re messing with me. We’ve repeated this same thing on four other sheets now. I know you’re smarter than that.”
He poked his tongue in his cheek, “I’m just quadruple checking. Gotta teach this to some older people.”
“Fine,” you snort. “One more time and then I have to get ready to go.”
“Already?” Miguel turned to you. “I thought you didn’t have to be somewhere until this evening.”
“I don’t, but I can’t go looking like this. You spent 30 minutes arguing with me about the interface. Don’t you have to go back to HQ soon?”
“No.”
There was a noise behind you. You turn around to see nothing but a curved wall embedded with vines.
You put your heart to your chest, “God, I thought that was a reporter or something. Just the wind I suppose.”
Miguel’s eyes stayed planted on the empty space, “On second thought, let me walk you there. Don’t want any surprises.”
“So you don’t need me to go over this for the fifth time?”
“Nope,” Miguel grinned down at you. “I got it the first time, actually.”
“Oh my god,” you laugh as you hit his arm. He doesn’t even flinch. “You’re such a jerk.”
He looked around and got behind you to squat down, tapping on his gizmo. You could only hide so much of him. “Would a jerk swing you to your apartment?”
You look up at him equipped with his mask.
“He probably would, actually.”
“Aw,” Miguel said, red marks for eyes holding so much sadness. “Oh well.”
You yell as he yanks you up by the waist and shoots his web up to the nearest flying car.
“Miles! You almost screwed us over!” Margo did her best to wipe their trace.
“I panicked!” Miles tried to explain himself as he ran on the windows of a skyscraper.
“For what?” Gwen flipped as she connected from one structure to the next. “It was so clear that he meant that he wanted to be with whoever that was, not because he wants to quit HQ.”
“Seeing him like that feels like we met a new man,” Hobie said. His boots were light in the air. “Don’t like it.”
“You say that like he doesn’t let you get away with everything,” Pavitr said.
“Like what?”
“Like giving away food to the street cleaners.”
“Or like pasting your band stickers everywhere.”
“Or painting an ACAB mural.”
“To be fair, Miguel aligns with every single one of those things,” Hobie shrugged.
“This is great and all, but talk about a major fail,” Peter sighed. “He clearly needs a wingman.”
“I thought he did pretty good!” Miles said.
The rest of the group made a range of judging noises.
“His game definitely needs some work and he’s already on his way back to HQ, so hurry it up, guys. We need to hustle and huddle.”
Miguel was at his dock again, preparing to go check out the anomalies of the week.
He was back doing the thing that distracted him most: thinking about you.
Yesterday only confirmed what he’s been thinking about ever since you opened your mouth.
He’s absolutely infatuated with you.
At first, he thought it was a fluke, a blip in his timeline. No matter how many times your jokes made him chuckle or your smile brought him warmth, he wasn’t going to lean into it.
But then, you called him one night and your voice brought him back from the darkness that was consuming him. Stories of your life, an exchange of nostalgia, a whisper of hope for the future, and the confirmation that he was more than the error in time that he thought he was.
You’re something that he more than adored.
And yet, he still hasn’t figured out how to tell you.
He wanted more than the monthly meetups to refresh his memory on the stupid tech that kept this building running.
Truthfully, he could call Gabriel, or worst case scenario, Xina for help, but every time he got a chance it was your name that crossed his mind.
Miguel sighed as he started to shut some tabs down.
“Spiders incoming,” Lyla popped up to inform him.
Miguel saw the gaggle of teens plus Peter walking to his office.
“Here we go,” he grumbled.
“Turn that frown upside-down! Company is always good,” Lyla said.
Before Peter can open his mouth Miguel is beating him to it.
“What do you want?”
“Ouch!” Peter laughed. “Not up for a bit of family bonding time?”
“Not with you.”
“Oh c’mon, Miguel,” Peter inches forward as Miguel’s platform comes down. “Hear us out.”
“Make it quick.”
The teens all stared at Peter who looked back and forth between them.
“Do any of you not know what the word ‘quick’ means?” Miguel asked with irritation lining his voice.
“Well,” Miles started.
“You see, we were thinking that you might need some help,” Gwen finishes.
Miguel crossed his arms, “Help with what.”
“Your sad flirting,” Hobie says.
“What?”
“You know,” Peter puts his arm around Miguel’s shoulders. “You need a wingman!”
Miguel’s frown grew deeper, “What are you talking about? Did you guys spy on me?”
Six voices overloaded Miguel’s eardrums, all explaining their part of some convoluted scheme.
“Alright, alight! Quiet!” Miguel holds his hands out. “Margo!”
Miguel pinned his eyes to her with his eyebrows pinched.
She danced from foot to foot, face scrunched, “We just! We were worried about you so we followed you and saw you making googly eyes at someone!” The words spilled out of her like water.
Everyone but Hobie looked at Margo incredulously.
“What?” she whined. “He was giving me his disappointed look. The disappointment was torturing me!”
Miguel turned and paced, pinching his nose as he whispered to himself.
“Miguel, they could help you!” Lyla said cheerfully. “You’ve only been crushing on them for what…multiple years?”
“Lyla!”
“Multiple years? No wonder you’re always so tense. That’s pretty sad, bro,” Pavitr hummed.
Miguel pointed his finger, “Don’t bro me.”
“Still seeking authority in his moment of weakness. Something’s got to give,” Hobie went to lean on a wall.
“We really thought something terrible was going on,” Miles’ shoulders drop. “You also go M.I.A. whenever you have a problem.”
“We just wanted to help,” Gwen supplied.
“Hey man, don’t blame the kids for this one, alright?” Peter’s voice lowered so only the two of them could hear it, albeit a bit useless in a room full of power-holding teens. “Say the word and we’ll stay out of it, but the kids deserve to know why you were canceling on them at least.”
Miguel looked at Peter with an exasperated face before looking at the teens, three of which looked like they were about to cry.
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and let out a deep breath, “I’m not sick.”
“But lovesick?” Margo asked.
He gave her a tired look, “Yes.”
“Well why not say that instead of just disappearing?”
“They’re the one who helped make the tech for this society. Without them, there would be no updated gizmos, no updated Lyla, no new ideas. Every time I left it was to…get insight on something here. To fix broken tech.”
“And to stare in their face,” Pavitr snickered.
Miguel panned his eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to admit it.
“What’s the hold up in telling them how you feel?” Peter asked. “There’s no time like the present.”
“Don’t tell me yesterday was an example of what happens when you try to confess?” Gwen’s face twisted up, teeth clenched in second-hand embarrassment.
Miguel’s silence was enough of an answer.
“Tío,” Miles closed his eyes then looked back up dramatically with his hands out. “¡Vamo’! Sácale, llévale al cine.”
Lyla put a spotlight on Miles and held a microphone out to him while Miguel groaned.
“Cómprale, un ramo de flores!”
“Ya no puédo mas,” Miguel swiped through the holographic mic. “Eso no va a funcionar.”
Miles slumped, “But how do you know? You haven’t even tried! Bañate, junto con el-”
“Don’t finish that song, Miles,” Miguel’s fingers went to his temples.
“You should really listen to the lyrics-”
“Why don’t we help you win them over?” Margo stood in between the two, ending the squabble. “It’s clear that they seem to like you too.”
Miguel's eyes went softer staring at Margo’s pleading face, “How do you know?”
“We quite literally saw it,” Hobie spoke as if Miguel lost his mind. “No one ever talks to you that sweet.”
The teens all nodded their head in unison and Peter did a horrible job at hiding his laugh.
Hobie wasn’t done, “Don’t let someone like that slip through your fingers.”
Miguel was at the park again, dressed up even more than last time. An open navy button-down was tucked into his pants, his slacks were dark gray, and he had on one of the more expensive pairs of dress shoes he owned. A chain he borrowed from Gabriel adorned his neck and he let his hair natural and loose for once.
Under Miles’ advice, he did buy some flowers. Hobie told him to remain calm, Gwen told him to just talk, Pavitr gave him a bullet point list of what and what not to do, and Margo told him that he was the best no matter how the confession turned out.
Peter went on and on about the importance of love and relationships but Miguel was never inclined to listen to him. He did keep the comment about letting you know how much he means to you to heart, though.
He was so in his own thoughts when you showed up in front of him that he didn’t even notice you at first.
He jumped when you tapped his shoulder.
“Woah, it’s just me. And you’re super dressed up today. What’s the occasion? I’m not taking ‘casual’ for an answer this time.”
Miguel swallowed dryly, grip on the bouquet of cool-toned flowers almost enough to wilt the stems.
“Flowers?” your eyes went to his hand.
“Yeah, um.”
Just breathe, Miguel!
Margo’s perky reminders sounded off in Miguel’s head.
“I brought them for you,” Miguel placed them in your hands.
“Oh!” your face lit up. “These are beautiful. Thank you so much. I didn’t get you anything, though. I didn’t know we were bringing gifts today.”
“No need. I wanted to get them because,” Miguel felt his throat closing in. “I really, really like you.”
The smile on your face dropped as you stared at him.
“It’s been particularly hard over the past years to try to focus without you running through my thoughts and I don’t want the fear of myself or my circumstance to stop me from having a chance to be with you.”
Maybe his ears could pick up how fast your heart was going, too.
“So if you’re willing, will you please go out with me?”
You dropped the flowers and brought him in for a tight hug.
“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll go out with you.”
Miguel was quick to wrap his arms around you today, burying his face in your neck, “No hesitation?”
“I’ve been wanting and honestly, waiting for one of us to make a move for years. You’re always so busy, so I was too nervous to even bother,” you look back at Miguel’s face, smiling from ear to ear.
“Sorry to keep you waiting then.”
You looked from his lips to his eyes, “Can we skip a few steps?”
“Such as?”
You pushed forward, melting into him as you slotted his lips against yours, head full of warmth and clouds. Miguel matched your pace, hand on your back as he pressed against you. When he opened your lips you pulled back, breath dancing against his.
“Swing me to my apartment?”
Miguel smirked, “Always.”
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I would like to request a smut of Zevlor where he’s the human ftav’s first tiefling and he makes her SQUIRT 👀👀 pretty please with cherries on top 🥺
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ Pretty Little Squirter ˖⟡˚౨ৎ⋆
Summary: Zevlor fucks you, his first human, and is amazed at how drunk you are on the pleasure he is giving you. Hells, you’re taking him so well, making such a pretty mess all over him.
♡ Content: NSFW - Squirting - Creampie - Begging - Ridged Cock - Big Dick Zevy - Horn Grabbing - Zevlor Makes You Make A Mess
Notes: LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! Zevlor and squirting just go so well together. He’d give you, his first ever human, the ride of your life with his ridged veiny cock. The way it would make you quiver is unlike anything else.
Your fingers dug into his skin, your whines filling the room as you tried to say how you can’t take his cock anymore. The ridges on it stirring up your insides, making it impossible for you to speak a coherent sentence.
“Ple..Please...Ah..haa!”
“I can stop my dear,” he spoke in your ear, his lips gliding over your sweat drenched flesh.
You didn't want him to stop, your body craving every inch of him. Even when he was this deep inside you, you wanted more, “n’...no! D...d...dont…stop...hnngh!! Ah! Haa! Mmmmph! jus’ S’good.” Your words slurred together, your breath coming in pants as your head rolled from side to side.
“I- I truly don't know what I like more, my dear-“ Zevlor’s paced slowed, his hips rolling slowly against yours, “The sounds you make, the taste of your skin, or the feel of you squeezing me so tight. But the sight of you like this-“ Your eyes shut tightly, your mouth opened in a silent scream, the pleasure so great it rendered you speechless and these words he spoke so confidently… It was a side of him you wished to see over and over again, “The way you move under me, begging me to continue. I am certain it is that sight, it's the one thing that is sure to get me to spill inside you with little effort on my part, but the feel of you- nngh- the feel of your body is truly- haah- the best.”
His lips claimed yours again, the pace of his thrusts returning to what they once were. The ridges on his member stimulating every inch of you. Your walls were quivering around him, your legs shaking and back arching. He pulled away from the kiss, your lips chasing after his. He placed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, a soft smile tugging at his lips,
“Z-zev-“
“Y-yes, my love?”
“C-close, so close, gonna-gonna-nnngh- cum...”
You took advantage of his tiefling heritage and grabbed hold of his horns, your fingers gripping them tight as you held his face close. His tail coiling around one of your legs to spread you wider than before, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust.
You felt the familiar yet unfamiliar coil in your belly tightening, “H-Haah! Zevlor! Ah-ah-ah! Haaaah!” You had never been with a tielfing before, the way his ridges caught on your inner walls had you seeing stars. And his size, my gods his size was something else entirely. His tail only adding to the sensations with the way he was holding your legs open. Giving him access for his cock to hit deeper and harder with every thrust.
Zevlor was nervous at first, unsure of how to treat a human, you had also been his first after all, first human that is. so afraid he’d cause harm to your fragile little body… He could already see bruised forming throughout your body from how hard he was holding you down… He was sure there’d be a nice tail shaped bruise as well around your thigh.
You were just so fragile compared to his kind, your skin easy to bruise, but the way his heart thumped in his chest with every sound you made, with everyone expression you made. You were a sight to behold, your body arching for him, your hands gripping his horns tighter with each passing second, you were drunk on the pleasure he was giving you and that knowledge only made him want to give you more.
Your back arched off the bed, your walls quivering and tightening around his cock. A sharp gasp fell from your lips as he bottomed out, your legs shaking, “C-cumming-g-g! C-cu-mming!! Oh gods! Zev-Zevlor!!! Nnnnnngh!!! Ah-hhh! Ha-haaahhhh!”
Just like that, your juices began to gush all over him.
You were screaming and crying, your hands letting go of his horns to grab the blankets, your toes curling as he continued his thrusts, “Zev- Z-zev! T-too much, to much- too much, t-too m-much!! Too much-g-g-g-g, too good! I-I c-can't- can't- can't-can't-can't- can-“ You couldn’t contain yourself, your body acting freely as it continued to drench him with your juices, his thighs and cock completely coated in your essence, the sheets beneath you drenched and ruined.
Zevlor, despite his age, had never seen someone come undone in such a way. Never heard them scream like you did, make a mess like you did, nor plead for more like you did.
Grabbing the sides of your face, Zevlor pressed his forehead to yours, his pace never faltering, “s-so beautiful my dear- s-so- ah- beautiful- nngh- such a s-sight- h-haah- ha-ha- so b-beautiful, so beautiful- you- you- are- so- so beautiful- my love-“
“Zevlor~”
His name on your tongue made him come undone completely. His hips pressed into yours as he came. His tail constricting around your leg tighter. A loud groan falling from his lips as he pumped his seed deep within your walls, his hips rolling against yours as his eyes screwed shut, his sharp teeth baring as he continued to cum, his seed coating your insides completely as more continued to spill inside you.
His breath was shaky as he slowly pulled out, his cum leaking from your cunt. Zevlor was still amazed at the mess you had left behind, the sheets really were ruined… He smiled to himself, you had taken him so well. His hands grabbed your legs gently as he placed a soft kiss on each thigh before laying down beside you, his arms pulling your back flush against his chest.
He was in love with a human, and he couldn’t careless about what others might think.
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate#tav#zevlor#zevlor nation#bg3 smut#zevlor bg3#bg3 Zevlor#monster fucking
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Hello! You wanted ideas? I have a random.thought I'd like to share! Oh I am a writer myself, so bear with me here!
Imagine that after the with shishitoren, you go to check Ume's bite. Because you know, bites can get infected awfully easily.
After checking, it seems fine. Just like Ume promised it was.
So you say " Hm, well.. from all have seen, it seems like you will have a very interesting hicky."
Which makes Ume slightly concerned:
" Yeah it's not that- wait what? That you had seen?"
You giggle and confirm. The boy freaks out:
" Y/N, seriously, what do YOU know about hickys??"
To which you smile at him before walking away:
" What I know indeed~"
That makes him flush red. Worried sick and slightly jealous by what that means.
But the thing is, you were used on trying to hide your friend's hicky. So you have seen a few.
Alas Ume wondered what you meant. Kotoha had to reassure him you were just messing with him.
Once alone, he wondered what it would be like to give you hicky. Which made him blush a lot and he started to scold himself to have such thoughts and tried to forget that idea.
But the image of a mark on you looked pretty good on his head.
Thank you for reading!
OOOOOHOO THIS IS SO YUMMY
imagine the conflicting feelings Ume would have 😭
“Ume?” he hums in reply, eyes still glued to your face as you stand between his legs and scan him for more injuries, “Move your neck a little, lemme see the bite.”
He tilts his head to the right, just a bit. Though he’s told you he’s fine, you always like to check, to make sure it’s up to your standard of fine.
You’re so..cute. He wants to bite you up. “That tickles!” he whines as your fingers splay on his nape as you unwrap the bandage to change it.
“Woah!” you exclaim with a chuckle, leaning down to look at it,. You’re so close to his face, his cheeks rings with the lightest shade of red, “That’s going to heal and look like someone gave you a huge hickey! The boy are going to have a field day teasing you.”
His blush darkens at your teasing words, “W-what?” he chuckles, “How’d you know what a hickey looks like?” he teases.
You just smile and wink at him teasingly and if it was any other situation he’d have taken your wrist and pulled you to him and kissed the daylight’s out of you but now he’s-
What is he feeling?
It’s not something he feels very often, there’s nothing for him to be feeling this way over.
“Is my boy jealous?” you croon from above him, your hands slowly making their way to the back of his neck and playing with the strands there, each stroke making him more pliant in your hands, his head tilts up seemingly of its own accord.
You’re so unbelievably adorable. He’s never adored someone this way, and his blood runs cold when he thinks that someone else got to love you before he did. That maybe your hands played with their hair and you kissed them when they were tired too.
“Me? Jealous? Please.” he scoffs, looking away, desperately trying to calm his nerves. You huff out a laugh and step back from the circle of his legs, taking the first aid kit back to the storage on the terrace.
With your back turned, you don’t see your boyfriend whip his phone out and hurriedly text someone like a mad man.
“Hello my sweet younger sister i know you and my girlfriend are close did she date anyone before me? haha :DD”
“….Uhh.”
“DONT BE MEAN.”
“She hasn’t been this serious with anyone.”
“Rlly???”
“Yes, you big BABY. I’m busy! Tell the boys to come over later, and you bring my friend with you, i’ve missed her.”
“You’re telling me to come over? AWWWWW MY SWEET SISTER🥹🥹”
“i take it back, STAY THERE.”
“🥺🥺🥺”
“BYE.”
Your hands wind around his neck from behind and you smooch his cheek, he closes his eyes in glee and leans to smother your face in little pecks that have you giggling and him pulling you into his arms again.
After a few moments of silence, he speaks, “I lied. I was jealous.”
You snort, “Knew it.” He shoved you a little and you laugh.
“So.. was your boyfriend better than me?” he raises his eyebrow teasingly.
“For the record,” you meet his eyes, “You’re my first serious boyfriend, and the only one i’ve ever kissed, so you don’t have to be that jealous. And I know so much about hickeys because i had to help my friend hide them many times for school.”
He heaves out a sigh, “Ah I see.”
“You baby.”
“I’m your baby.” he sing songs and your face flushes.
He has direct access to your neck in the position he has you in, and he gets the urge to shove his face into its crook and kiss you there. Maybe even leave a mark of his own, maybe leave a few of them. So anyone who saw you would know that you were all his and that they couldn’t have you. He’d be quick about it too, just a kiss and a nip and a soothing kiss again-
“Hey, you with me?” your voice drags him out his thoughts and he blushes, looking up in an attempt to hide his face from you. He feels a little ashamed to have thoughts like this, if you ever found out, you’d be so creeped out, he’s sure of it. He should just come clean and apologise.
But then he feels a light kiss on the column of his neck, right below his ear and his eyes roll back.
He’s the strongest guy in Furin. He leads a gang who is feared among others. He’s a force to be reckoned with.
But right now, he’s weak. You let him be weak and he’s never been more at peace.
#hajime umemiya x reader#hajime umemiya#wind breaker x reader#wind breaker#umemiya hajime x reader#umemiya hajime
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HIII ❤️ I love your AU ideas! I just wanted to ask ~ how does Kaburamaru handle baby Obanai? Does he get super protective over the baby, even when the other hashira come to take care of him? Does he try to get help from a hashira when Obanai is hungry or thirsty? And when the baby is crying, does he try to calm him down with hugs and cuddles? 🥺 Just the idea of Kaburamaru being super protective and careful and caring towards little Obanai makes my heart bawl 😭 i can imagine the two being inseparable, and if Obanai is separated from Kaburamaru then he's gonna cry his eyes out 😭
hey hi anon!! sorry for the late response ahhh x_x
im so happy to hear you like my silly little au... to answer your question-- you're exactly right!
kaburamaru is extremely protective and helpful with the baby
if obanai is upset he goes to find someone to help. if obanai is hungry he finds someone to feed him
however he also tends to help in ways that may inconvenience the others. if obanai does not want to use his pacifier kaburamaru will hide it somewhere, for instance, under the porch of gyomei's estate
the serpent loves to snuggle up to him. obanai is a bit embarrassed by it but whenever he's in baby mode he just clings onto him. kaburamaru is a huge source of comfort to obanai either way
a lot of the time kaburamaru is able to get obanai to regress INTO baby mode via snuggling up to him and giving him little kisses
the hashira learned not to separate them at risk of an angry and frightened/hurt baby obanai
but kaburamaru is indeed extra careful with him... he tries not to coil around him or open his jaw around him in fear of it either scaring the baby or hurting the baby
it turns out it doesn't do either. the baby loves his serpentine friend
baby mode obanai has a habit of 'blepping' / sticking his tongue out to mimic kabruamaru. it of course makes everyone coo at the two
tengen and mitsuri also collaborated and made him a kaburamaru onesie (seen here) so they can match
it's obanai's favorite outfit
and kaburamaru's
reposting this old gem... ignore how kaburamaru is much smaller than he should be i can never get his scaling right
that baby loves his serpentine friend.... and kaburamaru loves him just as much!!! do not separate them ever
#demon slayer#kny#obanai iguro#kaburamaru#mitsuri kanroji#tengen uzui#gyomei himejima#tiny 21 trio au#art#artists on tumblr#demon slayer art#kimetsu#demon slayer au#agere#demon slayer agere#kny agere#deaging au#deaged au#askbites#artbites
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dom g!p cat liz! 😵💫😵💫
Liz is an obedient dom, but she loves to make the reader cry a little, even though she knows there will be consequences later🤓☝
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i feel like didn’t understand this ask quite right since i got confused a little but i hope 🐶 anon still likes it! 😭🥺 anw kitty liz comeback bcs we all missed her apparently 🤭💕
jiwon being your very patient dom(-leaning switch bcs i said so!) who gives you everything you want in bed! she is so whipped it’s unbelievable 🥺 quite literally cannot take her eyes off of you the entire time she’s going down on you bcs she likes the delicious view of your marked-up neck when you throw your head back every time she does something you like with her tongue.. and she’s so cute when she’s in between your legs too! her cute ears twitching and curling bc she loves how you tasted on her tongue, her tail swaying about in the air.. those big, shiny eyes looking up at you attentively… she’s not always very nice and cute tho! very rarely is jiwon annoying, but she can be 😈
a playful kitty who gets to have her way is a happy kitty! she likes pleasing you of course, but she needs to have her own fun too! jiwon tends to play games while you're under her, whether it may be edging you, overstimulating you... she wants to do it all! and it doesn't help that the kitty knows how to use her mouth too well 🤭 doesn't tease you out loud ofc but even from where you sat, you saw the mischief that shined in her eyes and her little smirk as she ate you out and so eagerly denied you of your orgasm even though you've told her that you wanted to cum multiple times! you weren't exactly opposed to jiwon being a bit of a tease but you at least expected some sort of obedience after you've pleaded multiple times... bad kitty! 😤
little scoldings and glares wouldn't stop jiwon just yet however! she exploits your weaknesses and ignores the growing pain in her scalp and arms from your nails and how hard to held onto her,, thinks it’s so cute to dumb you down to this crying and begging mess when you’re usually so level-headed and cool… and she definitely thinks all your punishments are worth the trouble! especially when she can get you to squirt all over her pretty face and make a mess out of her!
a fitting punishment for her would be getting your revenge and sticking a butt plug and have her walk around with it the whole day in a mall date without touching her! leaving her to suffer in silence as you discreetly tease her: grinding subtly as she’s backhugging you and even brushing your hand against her bulge every now and again while talking to a salesperson about a dress you would loveee to buy for your sweet kitty gf 🥺🥺 then you’d take her to the changing rooms and keep the punishment going there… looking at her condescendingly as she pathetically takes your hand and slides it underneath her skirt, her cock throbbing under your touch since she has gotten so needy over the two hours you’ve been teasing her ☹️
taunting her like “oh? where’s the naughty kitty from last night, hm?” but really rather than intimidating her, it just turns her on more! 🤤 yeah jiwonie takes the punishments like a champ bcs she knows she deserved it but that never stops her from starting shit up again even right after being exhausted by you 🤭 energetic & mischievous kitty gf >>>>
#🐶 anon#ive imagines#ive scenarios#ive x reader#ive x fem reader#liz smut#liz imagines#liz scenarios#liz x reader#liz x fem reader#kim jiwon smut#kim jiwon x reader#kim jiwon x fem reader#kim jiwon imagines#kim jiwon scenarios#girl group smut#girl group x reader#girl group imagines#girl group thoughts#girl group x fem reader#g!p ive#g!p idol#g!p liz#g!p kim jiwon#ive smut
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trust me with it | choso kamo
choso has experienced so much of what it is to be human already, but you're slowly making him realise that he's far more human than he thought.
word count: 7k
tagging: (ya’ll interacted with my interact to be tagged post back in November🥺) @meownotgood @sixpennydame @tomuraslut @romantichomicide95 @cathybarn @c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s @whatthefucksatan @loveackermannn + @p00pdev1l (have to tag you my beloved <3)
tags: 18+ canonverse choso kamo x fem!sorcerer reader, minor manga spoilers, (nothing plot wise is mentioned other than yuuji and megumi reuniting/implied culling games arc/ post shibuya incident arc), loss of virginity (virgin choso) but still soft dom choso, corruption kink too I guess?? choso has a big dick, breeding kink, size kink, slight praise kink, belly bulge, unprotected sex, use of "human/little human," light love confession/confession of feelings-so sex with feelings? low-key self indulgent, not beta read, vvv intense sex, possessive/smitten choso (slightly yandere at the end??)
author’s note 💌: (nov 23): hope this isn’t a little too ooc, ive been dying to write something for choso and this came to me so i had to write it! virgin characters are my faves to write🤭(june 24): I HAVE HAD THIS SAT IN MY DRAFTS SINCE NOVEMBER AND WANTED TO SET IT FREE😭😭😭
Choso had been plunged into a world of the unknown from the moment he met you. Before you, he liked to believe that one hundred and fifty years of existence meant that his wisdom would always be the indispensable weapon against which he truly feared—the unknown, and the humanity of his heart.
He was hardly a stranger to continuous, repetitive loops of thought but it felt as if his brain had rewired itself. Not even his inner world was safe from the insatiable need to be near you, his own thoughts searched for you when they dared stray elsewhere.
He thumped the tile before him, hot water scalding his back as he willed his hopeless blood to answer him. It was acting on its accord all the time, his heart nothing but frenzied beating in his chest, not even his body in his own control anymore.
The need to be near you, to feel you and touch you in ways he couldn’t even explain was going to be his undoing tonight. Sharing a room with you seemed to send equal prickles of fear and excitement through him.
You reached out for your reflection in the glass as if you’d throttle it but chose to reach out and trail patterns against the window instead. You wrote nonsense for a few moments, before cursed energy started to zap through your fingertips in minute electric pulses. A shower normally reset you after a day like this, but you supposed this was a rather special circumstance.
You were glad to be alive even though you didn’t feel you deserved it and the weight of your fellow sorcerers still slugged down your shoulders. The responsibility for your students was an ever present taste in your mouth. You eyed your tattered uniform beside you, all too grateful for the hotel robe Choso had insisted you wear after he picked apart the suitcase left by the last guests. It was soft and fluffy, perfect for how light your body felt after your shower and admittedly around Choso.
You gripped your stomach, the guilt demanding to be free. Your head was still fuzzy from how hot you’d had your shower, as you’d yearned to wash away all that had happened. But that would be a dream, “Satoru, I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” you whispered, laying your forehead against the cool glass.
Thankfully the wailing vibrations of a nearby car alarm rattled through the glass and then your ears, dragging you from the dark edges of your mind.
You peered down below at the scene, squinting to figure out the cause of the chaos. Cackles of maniacal laughter followed sounds of crumbling concrete as your eyes darted from fire to fire. When one was extinguished another rose up in its place. Yet the neon lights of Tokyo still shone, a loyal audience and an ever present reminder of what life used to be like.
It was pure anarchy, like waking up from one nightmare and going right back into another. Yet the world was not ending and then starting again it just kept ending instead.
You weren’t sure what was worse, the hell out there, or the one in this room? Choso wasn’t quite sure either, he thought as much as he watched you intently from the doorway of the bathroom. He found he could often do so and never tire of it because there was a fluidity to your movements that calmed him, something that reminded him of water, like warm waves somewhere safe.
He liked that about you, he liked a lot about you.
You glanced at his reflection in the glass, and resisted smiling at how he watched you so attentively. Concern knitted his features into something soft and more approachable than the expression he usually showed everyone else.
He was so cute and serious all at once that it was infuriating. He towered over you in height and his hands dwarfed yours, every feature of his face was dark and perfect, and maddeningly symmetrical like he was crafted in heaven, like some kind of dark, beautiful, fallen angel.
But nothing about Choso was what you expected, that you learned early. He might have looked intimidating, but he was careful and patient, he stopped to admire flowers when he thought nobody was watching, he didn’t always say a lot, nor did he smile often, but he had an array of expressions that always managed to move you in some way.
You sighed. You resented how he’d managed to send the usually calm waves of your heart into a frenzy, a full blown tsunami.
But you couldn’t hate him, it was impossible. Not when every interaction you had together, you treasured so sincerely. You casted your mind back to just nights ago, when you were sitting together on a roof in some district, sharing konbini raided food together under the stars. He held his onigiri out to cheers with yours, a phantom smile on his lips before he took a bite.
Or when your hand brushed his as you were walking back and he frowned at how cold it was, clasping it immediately on instinct with his large, warm hand. You tried to shake his grip but he shook his head and clasped it tighter, urging you to keep up with his pace. You didn’t argue it any further.
Then just this morning after passing through what used to be a department store. You all but yelped when you felt something hook around your throat from behind. But a hand landing atop of your head quickly stopped your thrashing, “It’s just me.” You heard the glimmer of his smile, turning with one of your own.
He was still smiling, simply as if he was so fond of you that words were futile to express the depth. Your throat went dry as he adjusted the scarf on you, “I found this,” he murmured, before continuing ahead, turning to beckon you when you stood there frozen.
This person often acted without words and out of pure kindness and it baffled you. You knew what he had done and what he was capable of, but every wordless gesture, reassuring nod, and the warm brush of his fingertips against yours had you rethinking everything about love.
His deep voice settled through your body and calmed your rising nerves. He’d only said your name but it sounded like the unmistakable call to come home, it made you feel like a child again.
You were still standing at the window, then, he thought, no doubt thinking of other sorcerers, of Satoru, at least you knew Yuuji and Megumi were safe, only a few doors down.
“You should sleep,” he murmured, soft footsteps growing close until his body heat somehow billowed against your nape.
It was easier to face yourself than him right now, so you dared not meet your faces in the reflection staring back at you. “What are you thinking about?”
You wanted to speak but found yourself trembling, silent tears rushed to embrace your palms, staggering where you stood you tried to cover your eyes, but Choso was already there. You felt his strong arms lock around you, stilling the tremors that shook you. You stiffened at first before you melted, the hard pieces of you pooling to his feet like wax.
“What are you doing, Choso?”
“I felt like it was right,” he whispered, resting his chin upon your head. Instinctively his hands cupped your cheeks, swiping away the warm tears rolling there. “You stopped shaking.”
You couldn’t breathe now for entirely different reasons, being handled so tenderly seemed to make you even more tearful.
The commotion of the fighting in the distance seemed to unsettle you more, making Choso exhale suddenly through his nose. “I…wish you didn’t have to see that.”
Your lips parted, “I don’t want to think about anything anymore Choso,” you croaked. “I don’t want to think about anything.”
“Can you think about me?” he bashfully asked, stroking his hands through your hair. “I just want to help you.”
“I don’t want to burden you, just go to bed, okay?”
He stiffened against you, unhanding you to head over to bed.
“You don’t have to fight how you feel around me. I’m not one of your students.”
“I know.” You refused to let yourself crumble anymore around him, it was too dangerous, for so many reasons.
“We have to rest so we can fight,” he murmured. You turned to find him gesturing again to the space beside him. You sighed and he countered you with an even louder one. He crossed his arms as you smirked at the sound, “Don’t be stubborn. You need to sleep.”
His bluntness was something he did to lessen the burden of talking at times, but when he spoke to you it felt as if he did it to protect your heart. It was obvious he didn’t always know how he should say things before others, but with you it came easy.
You let out a bitter laugh, wrapping your arms around your cold body. “You know, Choso? The more time passes, I can see that you’re an older sibling.”
He decided to take that as a compliment, humming in gratitude before continuing to pat the empty space beside him. “Then listen, come here and sleep. You can’t sleep over there.”
He cocked his brow at you, “Can you?”
“Listen, I don’t care what Yuuji says, alright? I don't trust you.”
You immediately covered your mouth as if to take the projectiled words back. You turned back quick enough to see the frown on his face before it was gone before he impassively said, “At least trust him.”
Your eyes held each other's gaze until you refused to be lost in the beautiful unsurety of those dark brown eyes. So you stared back at the moon instead, wondering how you found time crumbling into nothing whenever you looked at him. You were trying to ignore the pangs of your heart, asking it why it had chosen now to fall for this half-human, half-curse you found so utterly captivating.
Even with your back to him the reflection of him was clear beside you, not willing to leave your side. He was wearing whatever clothes the last guests had left. A black t-shirt and some loose sweatpants, and his hair was loose and silky at his shoulders from his shower, and his skin was still flushed from it, too.
The image beside you, and the reality behind you caged you in, forcing you to face your true desires and the guilt that was tugging at your gut. He was innocently offering you space beside him to rest and your mind was everywhere else. You couldn’t ignore how seductive he sounded when he spoke this late at night, or how the sight of him reclining against the headboard with his thighs slightly spread like that was so sexually charged it was making your thoughts run wild.
Without his usual clothing you could see how thick his biceps were, and how broad his chest really was. You longed for him to touch you, to hold you, to explore you so he could learn what being human really meant.
His aura and general demeanour was so undeniably strong it had you wondering how much longer he’d play this game with you, and what he’d do to you if you gave him the opportunity. But a part of you also doubted that he felt that way about you, or anyone for that matter.
“It’s cold over there,” he pressed again, no malice at all, only concern. “Yuuji told me that I'm naturally warmer, it must be because my blood circulates differently…So, you really should come and sleep here next to me.”
You were freezing in your robe, unwilling to put your tattered uniform back on. So, you finally abandoned the window ledge, “What are you gonna do if I do?”
His face furrowed, “Whatever you want me to do,” he sounded more like he was asking. He'd been around you long enough to pick up on the slither of the nuance aching to be acknowledged.
“I’d rather not hear you complaining any more beside me though.”
“Whatever.”
He cracked you a half-smile, happy to see you finally listening to him, even if you were being a brat about it. “Good.”
You were sure you caught his gaze on your thighs as you neared the bed. You’d been chalking it up to him being curious, but the way his eyes had lapped over your bare skin tonight held something you could feel in your core.
“Do you think I don’t notice when you do that? Earlier, too?” you blurted.
His eyes darted to the door as if he planned to escape or as if Yuuji was about to burst in and declare that he room with him instead, rather than the tall black haired boy he’d been attached to the hip with since they reunited.
“I don’t want to fight with you. Yuuji respects you-“
He looked up at you, those dark eyes alight with something reminiscent of relief and perhaps yearning? His unwavering gaze sent flutters through you, it was like he was taking in every detail and leaving everything else alone.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d acknowledge my question at least.”
He pouted, noticing how your arms were tightly folded and how you were looking down at him with an indecipherable emotion. He hadn’t quite figured that one out yet, he thought, but he liked the look of it on you. It excited him somewhere, somehow.
“Choso?” Your voice was a soft, hypnotising hum whenever you said his name all honeyed like that.
His mouth went dry as he really took you in. How the moon was creeping in to illuminate your skin, drifting down your throat to where your blood pumped. He briefly questioned whether all of these feelings were because your blood was special? How was it that you glowed like the sun and the moon had gifted you their light? Why were you so attractive to him?
The bathrobe was much too big for you, the sleeves large and encasing your wrists, but it cinched in your waist. You had such an attractive shape, one that was so different to his own. He’d spent far too long trying to conjure up how you must look in his mind, but he could never form the image. Clothes were always in the way, taunting him, teasing him.
“Choso!”
“Yeah, yeah-“ His eyes widened as you closed the gap between you both, kneeling tentatively in front of him. He quickly brought his legs to his chest and turned away from you.
You scoffed, “You’re the one that wanted me over here so bad.”
Blood was thundering in his ears and his skin was burning so hot he feared he was about to explode into a thousand different pieces. He needed to hold himself together because he felt like if he looked at you he’d be doomed. Maybe his worst worries were true, he couldn’t be around humans like you, at his core he was nothing but a curse. What if you caused his body to show him yet another reaction? One that was weird? One you would hate?
“I know,” he mumbled, curling up on his side, he appeared to be shaking slightly, as he rocked his hips every few seconds. He was trying to elevate the pressure building in his lower half that was making him feel like he might burst. “I still do.”
You sighed, leaning over his body to assess his face. “Now you’re just worrying me.” You rested your hand on his forehead and he groaned.
“Why are you burning up like this? Were you not supposed to shower or something? I don’t see how you’re any different from us in that regard?”
He groaned into his fist, “Ever since I lost my brothers, and I met Yuuji. I've been feeling and experiencing things I never have before. I thought the worst and the best were over. But now, you?”
He was groaning like he was in pain. “I don’t think I can take it any longer.”
“Hey, calm down.” You bit your lip, “Take what? Should I get Yuuji?”
He quickly shook his head.
“Then I guess I’ll keep my eye on you tonight.”
The bed dipped beside him as you laid down, curling your body up like his. He froze, staring at you and your mouth, your lips looked so soft, he ached to touch them.
“Listen, I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s not like I don’t trust you.” You paused, “You’re interesting, Choso. I’m just intrigued by you. I don’t know what you think of me, I guess that’s why I want to know why you stare at me like you do?”
His brows pinched together.
“Like earlier?”
“Was I?”
You nuzzled closer to savour the sweet treat of his scent. It was nothing and everything human all at once; sweet, and vaguely like metal.
“Maybe Yuuji hasn’t told you this…but like, you can’t just stare at people's bodies so obviously.”
“Their faces are better?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Got it,” he said slowly, but then he noticed you had nothing under your robe. He wondered if your nipples were hard because he could see goosebumps spreading over your skin.
His eyes settled on the space free from your robe. “And I…was staring at your body?”
“Yeah.”
Your eyes followed his, watching him grow more shameless by the second. With every doubt you had, a shaky breath or a small noise would escape him, that had you questioning if he felt the same desire for you. Seconds felt like minutes, as Choso allowed his gaze to roam freely of you, as you allowed him to.
“And…you don’t like that?” he whispered after what felt like forever, making your heart beat faster with all of these stolen whispers.
“You don’t like when I stare?”
Time slowed and all other sounds ceased to exist to him, he could hear every bat of your lashes, and every hesitant swallow. He was watching you so carefully he barely blinked. “I want you to tell me why.”
Then you did it, the thing that confirmed everything for him as you clenched your thighs together, ever so slightly. His own were locked firmly together, as he could feel something was happening there that he couldn’t explain. Maybe you were experiencing the same thing, he thought. He didn’t want to grapple with doubt when this might be the only time he had with you like this.
“It’s just not something you should do,” you finally replied, curt and crisp, but the way your voice shook suggested anything but. He could feel the heat emulating from you now. You were on fire, too, or at least he hoped you were, because he was finally at bursting point.
“I want to show you what you do to me. Do you want to see?”
Your lips parted to speak but before you could he was sitting up and gesturing to the thick bulge in his pants.
“This. This is mine,” he whispered, leaning in so his breath brushed your neck. “You know what’s happening to me, don’t you?”
You throbbed and pulsed for him, weakened by your desire. “You really are getting used to this whole human thing admirably fast. It’s endearing, honestly. You want sex and you’re already figuring it out?-“
“I don’t want to just get you pregnant-“
The tension broke with your laughter, “That’s not all sex is for, Choso. There’s many ways to do it, did you know that?”
“There’s another way?”
“Choso, if I show you, you can’t go around telling everybody, okay?”
“Is it special?”
“Not every time. But it can be. Shall I explain first?”
“Yes.”
“People have sex because it feels really good. When a man and a woman have sex, yes, they can produce life. But people have sex mostly because it feels good, are you understanding me here?”
He nodded, “It can be called fucking too. Sex is sometimes called fucking.”
He leaned closer with his eyes glued to your lips. “How did you know that’s what I wanted?”
You swallowed as he studied your face so intently, “Because you’re hard, right?”
He frowned in confusion, rushing to check his stomach, “Where?”
You couldn’t help but laugh again, “Oh you’re too sweet. Sit back.”
He let go of your hand and leant against the headboard awaiting your next move. You couldn’t help but wonder how long he could remain this composed?
You carefully lowered yourself on his lap, watching him wince, you knew it was because his cock was probably growing more sensitive by the minute. Due to his abilities, his blood was in a frenzy everywhere.
“You’re curious, aren’t you? About my body?”
Your words were all he needed for his body to act for him, as he reached and ripped your robe open and apart, “Choso,” you stammered, “you should have asked!”
His hand cupped your throat carefully, thumbing your thudding pulse point. “I knew you wanted that. Your heart has been beating like this since you laid down. You want to show me your body too, and you want me to touch it. Explore it. Don’t you?”
He smirked at you, and he looked so gorgeous it hurt.
“You want sex, don’t you? But are you sure you want it with me? I don't know what to do.”
You lifted his chin and smiled, making that primal part of him go even crazier, “It’s okay. I still want it with you, Choso.”
In the rush of the moment he suddenly realised what he wasn’t laying his eyes on, and he gasped as he finally did, though all to himself. “I can touch you?”
You nodded and he worked the robe down your arms, he was mesmerised, brown eyes glimmering in the low light. His breath growing heavier at the sight, “You’re so soft,” he stroked you so gently it turned you into mush. His hands rose up and down the dips of your curves, over and over as he appreciated the unique shape of you. It seemed like he wanted to commit your every breath to memory.
“You’re beautiful,” he said under his breath as he cupped your breasts, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. “They’re so beautiful…You’re so beautiful.”
He leaned forward to rest his face in your breasts, locking a hand with yours. As he listened to your frenzied heart and toyed with your nipple, mesmerised by your body.
You ran your fingers through his hair and he moaned softly, pulling away to touch and grab at you all over again. His eyes locked on yours, watching the way you were getting worked up from his every touch. He noticed how much faster your heart beated when his hand stroked down your centre and neared lower. So he paused at your abdomen.
“You’re…exquisite.” His eyes were in yours like they always were, intense and full of anticipation. “Here, this part of you too.” He was flushed all the way up to his ears. “What do I call it?”
You smirked, “My stomach?”
He was trembling, trying to contain himself. Shaking his head, he asked a wordless question. You smiled, and he took that as assurance to venture further, cupping the hot heat between your legs. “You look so pretty like this, when I’m touching you here,” he whispered, watching your teeth sink into your lip as your arousal drowned his fingertips.
“My pussy? You’re touching my pussy,” you whispered. “Do you like it?”
He nodded eagerly, “This is where I put mine?”
“Do you want to?”
He nodded again, “Can I…look at it? Closer?”
“You can do what you want with it, Choso.” You cupped his face, leaning close. “I want you to do whatever feels natural to you.” You kissed along his jaw as you spoke, he quivered at each one.
“I think you’re more human than you give yourself credit for. A curse might have had its way with me by now and I know you must be bursting to try these new things as they come. So we’re going to do something special first.”
“What?”
“We’re gonna kiss. Kissing is done in all kinds of ways, you kiss your family on the cheek, normally. You kiss lovers on the lips. You kiss people you have sex with on the lips. It feels really good. Got it?”
“You’re going to show me though, aren’t you? You’re going to lead me.”
“Yeah, you ready?”
He nodded, “We’ll close our eyes, and then I’m gonna kiss you, got it? My lips will touch yours, and then you’ll let nature take its course from there. Don’t worry about being too rough with me,” you eyed his hands that were now resting at his sides, “You won’t hurt me. I’m a sorcerer, remember? It would take a lot to do that.”
“Then come here and give me your lips.” He tugged your mouth onto his, your lips meeting his eager ones, you thought he’d need a second to adjust to the sensation, but in a single second you were being slammed down onto your back. He clutched your face in his hands so he could kiss you without any distractions, it felt like he’d never let go. Everytime you moaned, he would too, like every kiss bonded you closer together.
He kissed you like he’d been waiting years for this, rutting his clothed cock into your naked, wet centre. You slid your tongue against his and he started to grunt, and his skin grew so hot against yours you wondered if he might set you both alight.
He was quick, and eager, pulling away to rip away his shirt, but earnest as he grabbed and then placed your hands on him. You made sure he felt your desire too, kissing all over him, finding that sensitive place just under his ear to suck and kiss. But then he was fighting you, just so he could kiss down your throat to get your tits once more, learning and learning. “I can kiss anywhere?”
“Yeah,” you moaned.
His eyes darkened with lust as he gripped both your breasts, running his teeth all over them and sucking until your blood rose to the surface in the shapes of his lips.
“I saw a lifetime when I saw you. I saw you, and I felt it all. I thought that was your technique, that you were going to lure me in and kill me with your beauty. I was wrong. Thank you for giving me your body. Trust me with it.”
He was gasping against your skin, running his hands up and down like you were about to disappear. And if his words were intense, his actions were even more so. “I want to kiss you forever.”
You had no idea what to reply to him right now, but there was something so beautiful about how direct he was, he loved his brothers, he knew of emotions, like love and admiration. He knew what he felt for you and he could put it into these words.
Falling for this man was hardly unusual when what you felt was so real.
“I trust you, Choso. I want you to kiss me for as long as you want to.”
“I can kiss here then?” he said, throwing your thighs over his shoulders as he gripped your hips and leered at your pussy.
“It’s so wet,” he hummed in awe, before he closed the space and kissed it. He let out such a loud groan you had to shush him, but then that was just it. He was sucking all over so your juices could dance through his taste buds. He was licking and sucking on your pussy with so much zeal you were surely louder than he was.
Choso was learning fast. He knew that you surely couldn’t be this wet like this all the time, he gathered it was because your body was readying itself to take him. Which also meant you wanted to take him, he wanted to take you. He’d yearned for you, he’d adored you. He adored this.
“I could do this forever,” he moaned, the grip bruising on your hips, as he locked you firmly in place so he could explore you. “Those noises of yours. Don’t stop. You won’t stop. I’m telling you not to stop them.”
“Yes Choso!”
He never thought the sound of his name could taste so sweet. He was groaning into you, sucking and licking until your swollen clit rubbing against his lips caught his attention. You prayed he’d be gentle as he spread your lips and looked at you, awaiting your reaction as he gave it a softer flick of his tongue. You shuddered so sweetly, squeezing his shoulders and tugging on his hair.
“That’s a sensitive part of you, isn’t it?” He chuckled to himself, a grin on his lips, “My sensitive little human.”
Your eyes widened at the words and he watched as more slick oozed from your throbbing sex. He laughed again, the deep sound reverberating deep in your core, he was so beautiful, so hypnotising. He brushed the hair from his eyes and kissed along your thighs, still keeping you spread.
“I’ll be gentle with you. I won’t break you unless that’s what you want.”
The pleasure you were experiencing from a half-human half-curse should have been illegal, it probably violated some sorcery law somewhere but you didn’t care. Not when he was somehow saying and doing everything to make you tick.
He kept licking and sucking until he found what you liked, and noticed the way you were shaking, the way your thighs were squeezing him tight so he didn’t stop. You gripped his hair, moaning his name as you came, the sweet taste filling his mouth until you had to forcibly push him away.
“Don’t keep your sweetness from me. That was all mine,” he grunted, travelling up your body with kisses. He took your face in one hand, his voice softening as he looked at you beaming in your afterglow, “Did I give you too much? Can’t take anymore of me?”
You shook your head, barely able to catch your breath. “You made me feel so good, Choso, you gave me an orgasm. That’s important in sex, to give your partner orgasms, it’s what just happened.”
His thumb rubbed your lower lip, marvelling at the subtle mark he’d left from biting it earlier, and he smiled, “So you keep stimulating your partner until they can’t take anymore, releasing themselves on you.”
“You catch on fast.”
He grinned, kissing you deeply as he rutted himself into you. “Show me what to do,” he said breathlessly. “I need you, now.”
“Fuck Choso your cock, I can feel it.”
You started to tug down his sweatpants, taking the time to admire how broad and built he was, he really was no different from a human at all. He moaned with every press of your lips on his skin, he’d made them so swollen, kissing and biting on them like he was ravenous.
You released his cock from the confines of his pants and gasped, frozen at the sight. “Are you scared of me? Is it different?”
“No, it’s amazing…” you licked your lip, “It’s just so big.”
The warm weight of his hand landed on your stomach, he rubbed there, reassuring whilst also obviously trying to calculate this himself, “But you want it, don’t you?” he murmured, soft, “So we can make it fit, can’t we? We have enough of this together.”
He was so clumsy as he touched himself it made your heart swell, gathering the slick that was pooling down his cock. He took it, and made sure to cover your pussy in it, pausing when his finger slipped inside of you with ease. But then you moaned so deliciously he found his jaw growing slack, eager to keep pleasing you.
“That’s why you’ve got this little hole haven’t you? It stretches to fit things inside, so it’s going to fit me inside like it’s doing right now.”
You quickly nodded, beyond fucked out by this man as he continued to stuff his precum into your pussy. “Yes Choso.”
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he grunted, stuffing in more of his fingers to fuck you even better. “Naked and free.”
“You can put it in now, Choso. It’ll fit. I want it.”
“Because you want me don’t you?”
“Yes Choso.”
You watched him, gripping the base of himself and aligning his heavy cockhead to your opening. His face was lost in pleasure, lost to every sensation, he was beautiful like this too, you thought.
“Only me?”
“Only you, Choso.”
“Then let me see everything,” he whispered against your forehead, large hands folding you and spreading your thighs wide. “You’re so beautiful. I want to see it all.”
“Please be gentle,” You whimpered, feeling him start to push in, you braced yourself, hanging on to him tight.
He groaned into your cheek as he felt resistance from you, no matter how good you felt he’d rather die than hurt you. “Is there another way?”
“Lie down.”
He did as you said, watching in awe as you were quick to straddle him, oozing slick all over his thighs. You still wanted him just as much as he wanted you and that excited him to no end. Even if he was a challenge and clearly more than you were used to.
You hovered as you aligned yourself with his cock, and he moaned as you finally touched him. And as you sunk yourself onto his cock he gripped your hips so tight you yelped, before your voice melted into a moan in unison with his.
“More,” he whimpered, as you stopped halfway, panting at the sensation. “Let me in.”
“Trying, Choso.”
“I want to feel all of you. All of your pussy.” His voice was low, and close to breaking as you throbbed on him.
“That’s it,” he stroked his thumbs in comforting circles, “Are you going to let me feel you?”
You quickly nodded, teeth sunk into your lip. His voice was as arousing as his cock, “Give me a minute, Choso. I can do it.”
“Does it hurt?”
You nodded and he pondered for a moment before he took his thumb to your clit, rubbing until you moaned. Then slowly, naturally, as if your body was melting into his, you made your way down the thick inches of him.
“You’re doing good, so good for me. You can take all of me inside. You’re strong.” He was so out of his mind he didn’t even know what he was cooing to you, but he just wanted to put you at ease.
“You pretty little human. Taking my body like this because you want your pussy fucked? Right? You like my cock inside you? Stretching you out?”
“Choso!” You groaned as he fully bottomed out, hands landing on his shoulders for support. “I love it, you feel so good. You’re making me feel so good.”
He whined at your words before composing himself, his lips trailing down your skin. “I am? Are you too weak now? Do you need me to help you feel good? Yuuji said you were a good teacher. He was wrong,” he taunted, kissing the side of your face as he gripped you.
His hands sunk into your ass as their final resting place, appreciating the softness there too, “You need to show me what to do, just once.”
“I can’t,” you whined, tears of pleasure flowing down your cheeks at how full you were. “Look at yourself. Your cock is so big.” You breathlessly gestured to your stomach.
His eyes widened as he pushed his palm onto your belly, feeling how deeply he was penetrating you, “You have to use me and make yourself feel good. That’s all, Choso.” You barely managed your words, eyes barely open as the pleasure he was giving you threatened to break you apart.
“I understand. Leave it to me,” he groaned, kissing your neck, as he started to move you off and on his cock, “We move together until we orgasm. You’ve never had a cock like mine so you can’t move, huh?”
He experimentally snapped his hips into yours and you whimpered so loudly he soon followed. Although he knew nothing of what was lewd and what wasn’t, he somehow knew that the sound you’d made was nothing but filth and that he’d done something you’d desperately needed.
He did it again and again, until he was drilling up into you and delighting in all of the sounds you were making, gasping from how good you felt. “Choso, your cock feels so good inside. It’s the best.”
“Then you never need another one, if only I make you feel this good. No other cock will ever feel the same,” he grunted, “You’re mine now, you beautiful woman.”
You kissed him messily in reply, barely able to form words as he fucked up into you until you were shaking and moaning into his mouth because you were coming all over him. “Then you’re mine, Choso. I showed you this, how to feel good. It won’t feel good if another human do-“
You gasped as his hand slammed over your mouth and you were on your back once more. He was folding you whilst holding back on finishing in minutes and he didn’t even know how impressive that was.
“Don’t say it. I don’t want another human near me like this. Only you. I told you, I saw you. I saw everything. I know that I’m different. But I can fuck you better, I know I can. You like what I’m doing to your body. I know, I know, I know, you do,” he chanted as he groaned into you, balls smacking hard against you as he ravaged you.
All you could do was hold tight and brace yourself as you whimpered.
“Mine, mine, mine. So, so, beautiful,” he grunted.
Tears pricked your water lines at the intensity, you felt so loved, and safe in his embrace like this.
You could feel him twitching inside of you, and you could see him holding back. “When you orgasm, Choso. Your cum will be different, it will be messier than mine.”
“Is that the stuff that breeds you? It’s going to shoot inside you, isn’t it?” he stammered. “You don’t want it? How do I control it?”
“You can’t, but that’s okay, I won’t get pregnant, I take something for that. So when you feel like it’s getting too much, give in. You can let go. You’ve already done so well.”
“I can fill you up with my seed?” He stretched your arms above you to take both your hands in a single clasp, cupping your chin with the other.
“Look at me. Why won’t you get pregnant? Because I’m not fully human?”
There was a sadness in his eyes, but it was being blown out completely by his desire.
Why was this man so hot without realising it? His brow as all furrowed, his face flushed, fucking you so hard it was now dawning on you how loud you both were being. “It’s a pill I take,” you moaned as he slammed into that spot inside that had you creaming on him again. “I-I told you.”
“Then I’ll pretend,” he grunted, gripping your hips hard as he fucked into you like he was trying to breed you.
“Like I’m going to fuck my seed into you so I can keep you forever. No man can have you if you’re filled with me.”
“I want your cum, Cho!”
“I know you do! You’re a needy little human taking my cock even though it’s too big for you, wanting my cum to fill up your pretty little hole.”
“I want it, I want it,” you moaned into his ear, wrapping your arms around him tighter. Your voice only made it worse, he pinned you down even harder, kissing and licking up your tears.
He was whimpering now, all of the pressure building in his core, he could feel it, the very sensation you were talking about. “You’re lucky I haven’t split you in two with my strength. But you take it, you take me in your pussy, waiting for every last drop of me.”
The loud smacks of his hips on yours were no louder than your sounds. He was fucking you like he’d never get the chance again.
“I wish I could breed you. Then everyone would know, I’d know. That you’re mine, all mine,” he was rambling as he came, holding you tight with his tongue down your throat.
You felt the insane amounts of cum spurting inside of you until the noises were so lewd it was near comical. Until there was so much cum he was slipping out of you and coming all over your stomach and the sheets too. Your name laced in every breath.
He groaned out your name, falling into your arms so could put him back together again. You kissed wherever you could, praising him through your breathlessness. You both rested for several of these precious moments. It seemed like the night had finally calmed outside of the hotel too, as had you both, after purging what had been brewing between you both since you’d first laid eyes on each other.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, running his lips across your jaw.
“No, not at all.” You continued to soothe him, running your hands through his hair. “But now we have a whole lot to talk about. I wouldn’t normally fuck someone so soon that I saw a future with.”
He made a little hmph sound, “Why?”
“It normally comes after getting to know someone.”
“We’ll have all the time in the world for that,” he said gently, flipping you below him as he caged you beneath him.
“Won’t we?” he urged, folding up your thighs as he guided himself back inside. His voice was desperate all over again. “So,” he leant close, his lips brushing yours. He tried to resist, but gave in to taste your lips, taking the time to kiss you with so much unbridled affection it made your chest hurt. Before he finally spoke again, “So, stay alive for me, and I will for you.”
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So erm 👉👈 wuwa guys with a darling who has a womb tattoo 🥺
WUWA Men When They See Your Womb Tattoo [SFW]
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characters: scar, jiyan, geshu lin, calcharo, mortefi, aalto, yuanwu x reader
summary: you decided to get a womb tattoo and surprise your boyfriend with it
SCAR:
Scar silently watched as you lifted up your shirt and pulled down your pants, revealing your abdomen that had an inked womb tattoo on your skin. You watched as his bicolored eyes went from interested at your little strip tease to shock.
"Wow" Scar whispered, his fingers instinctively grazing over the tattoo, the gentle gesture made you giggle a bit from how ticklish you felt.
"You like it?" You asked with an excited smile, grinning at how Scar's eyes forced itself from looking at your tattoo to your eyes.
"Babe it's..." He trailed off, eyes once again looking back down to your tattoo, you let out a laugh before shoving his face into your abdomen, making him having to kiss your abdomen.
"There, now can I get an answer? You keep staring at it like you wanna kiss it" You teased, hearing Scar chuckle at you in response.
"It's beautiful babe, I like it"
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JIYAN:
Jiyan stared onto your abdomen in shock, he didn't know how to react at all. He didn't know if he should tell you that he liked it, or ask you if it hurted, or just compliment you right on the spot.
Noticing him struggling to find the words, you played with the strand of hair that was on his forehead, gaining his attention from the tattoo to you.
"What's the matter? Don't like it?" You asked, knowing that he did like it, but you just wanted to get a reaction from him, which you successfully do so.
"N-No, I like it, I really do" He stuttered, eyes breaking away from your abdomen and eyes, you let out a small giggle at his reaction.
"Thanks, honey"
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GESHU LIN:
"What..."
Geshu Lin stared at your abdomen, slightly startled to see that it wasn't blank anymore, but when he realized what was inked on the skin of your abdomen, his eyes widened in interest.
"When did you get this?" He asked, eyes trailing to every streak of your tattoo, tracing them in silence.
"About almost a month, I needed it to heal before I show you" You casually said, flinching when you felt Geshu Lin's thumb brush over your abdomen.
"Mmm..." It didn't seem like he was listening anymore, his eyes were so fixated on your tattoo to even answer you. His reaction made you smile to yourself.
I guess he likes it...♡
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CALCHARO:
"Calcharooo~ Look!"
You flashed Calcharo by lifting your shirt, your sudden reaction made him flinch before looking back at your stomach again in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What is that?" He asked you, to which you giggled at him for not knowing what it was.
"It's a womb tattoo, silly" You teased, wiggling your waist to show off how proud you were to show him.
"Is that so... It suits you" He stated, noticing how happy you were with the tattoo.
As long as you were happy, Calcharo had no issues with what you do to your body, matter of fact, he was happy with you.
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AALTO:
"Woooahhh"
Aalto stared at you tattoo in awe. Making eye contact with you as a way to ask for permission before touching your abdomen the moment you nodded your head.
"This is so cool, and hot" He blushed while grinning, fingertips grazing over your abdomen, tickling you.
"I know right? I've been planning to get a womb tattoo for a while" You said, flinching when he planted a kiss on your abdomen.
"Mm~ Good choice" He said in a low voice, making you blush as you gave him an embarrassed smile.
You made a good choice indeed.
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YUANWU:
"So, what do you think?" You asked Yuanwu who was sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Oh" Yuanwu's mouth fell open, the wrinkles on his eyes moving along with his eyelids and they widened. You watched him drop the remote control onto the floor.
"...Wow" You watched him bring his hands towards your waist, pulling you closer to him so that he could look at your tattoo in a closer distance.
"...Doesn't it hurt?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry, yet his ears seemed to be a bit red, most likely from a slight bit of arousal.
"Yeah but, the pain was so worth it" You grinned excitingly, waiting for Yuanwu to tell you if he liked your tattoo or not.
To which, of course he did.
"Looks beautiful" He smiled warmly, making you giggle at his compliment.
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MORTEFI:
Mortefi stared at your abdomen with his mouth hung open, nearly dropping his cup of tea onto the floor. Not only was your sudden action surprising, but he got surprised twice just by seeing a tattoo on your body.
"I-I...I thought you said you didn't want a tattoo?" Was his first question, eyes never leaving your womb tattoo.
"Yeaaahhh but I changed my mind" You grinned, watching his eyes trace every stroke on your abdomen.
"You like it?" You asked, smile dropping a bit since you suddenly felt worried he may not like it, but he proved you wrong.
"It's really gorgeous, you look amazing with it" He muttered in daze, it seemed that your tattoo has put this man in a trance.
Seeing his reaction made you laugh, you decided to walk closer to him so that he can feel it as well.
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A/N: this was such a unique request, ty for your patience and ty for the request 😚👐👐
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I love your latest story about Rhea...Brat tamer Rhea is probably my favorite, and I loved how she handled the situation...Please do more one shots about it (the little brat inside me needs it )🥺
Tamer
Mommy!Rhea ripley x little!fem!reader
Warnings: reader being a brat, age regression, punishments, spanking
“Y/n eat your veggies please. I don’t want to have to keep saying it again.” Rhea pleaded with you but you were being stubborn. “Nu! Nu wan to! It yuckies…” you pouted and whined. Rhea sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before warning you one last time. “This is your last warning princess. Eat your vegetables or I’ll have to punish you.” She said and you shook your head. Rhea sighed and got up and went over to you, grabbing your arm and putting you in the corner. “You stay here for five minutes do you understand?” Rhea instructed you and you pouted, not saying anything to her.
She lightly smacked you on your bottom to get your attention “words baby.” She demanded and you squeaked out a yes. Rhea nodded and went back to the table to finish her food. You on the other hand was feeling brave today and left the corner, going to your room to play. Five minutes have past and Rhea looked behind her to praise you for being good and taking your punishment well but when she looked, she saw a empty corner. She felt herself get angry but calmed down, not wanting to scare you. She got up from the table and went to your play room to find you sitting on the floor coloring with your stuffies.
“Baby…how long have you’ve been in here?” Rhea asked and you shrugged your shoulders, ignoring her question. She sighs angrily and leans down to close your coloring books. “Hey!” You said whining and Rhea gave you a stern glare to be quiet, which this time you did listen. She helped you stand on your fit and walked you into the bedroom. “Sit.” She demanded and you sat at the end of the bed. “When did you leave the corner baby. I know that you know.” She asked and you grew whiny and irritated again. “Don’t Nu! Didn’t wan to bes in da corners!” You exclaimed and rhea looked at you blankly.
Rhea walked over to you and grabbed your face between her fingers and looked deep into your eyes. “You better start telling me the truth little girl. Don’t make me spank it out of you.” She threatened and you gave her a shaky smirk, wanting to test her. “You are such a fucking brat.” She spat and sat on the bed and moved you over her lap. She pulled down your shorts and underwear in one swift motion. “You better start counting little one.” She grunted and started spanking you. By the end of it you were crying and begging for her to stop. She did about twenty in total and you only messed up once. Rhea pulled you up and sat you down gently on her lap, softly rubbing your red bottom as you cry in her neck.
“Do you know why I had to punish you?” She asked and you didn’t reply, still crying in her neck. Her heart broke to hear your cries. “I did it because you were not being my good girl that I know you are. You kept disrespecting and disobeying me and I won’t have that.” She explained to you and soon enough all Rhea could hear was little sniffles coming out of you. She stood up with you in her arms and walked to the bathroom. She got some cream to help with the redness and pain on your ass. Rhea started applying it all over your bum and you let out little whimpers here and there but Rhea was extremely gentle with you. She kept you in her arms when she put the cream away and carried you out of the bathroom and into the kitchen again.
“How about this. You eat most of your veggies and you and me will go out to get your favorite ice cream. How about that princess?” She tried to reason with you and you stilled whined a bit but nodded your head yes anyway. After a few minutes you had ate most of your veggies and Rhea was beaming with pride. “Good job baby! Mommy is so proud of you! Let’s get dressed and we’ll go get some ice cream.” She explained and you clapped your hands happily as y’all went upstairs to get dressed. The two of you came back down and went outside to rheas truck where she put you in the backseat and buckled you into your booster seat. The rest of the night was you and Rhea eating your ice cream outside of the place and then driving home to cuddle until the two of you went to sleep.
A/n: I hope this is what you wanted anon and I hope the rest of you enjoyed! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)
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𝘽𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙊𝙪𝙩 · 𝙟𝙝86
summary: Trevor isn’t a fan of how Jack’s changed for his girlfriend.
warnings: use of y/n, kind of angsty, more fluffy, trevor being kind of a bitter friend,
word count: 1.1k
authors note: i really liked the request prompt but i struggled to write it. to the anon who requested it i hope it doesn’t let you down 🥺

Y/n’s laughter echoed through the restaurant, a melody that seemed to seep deep into Jack's soul. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her throw her head back, revealing the small, delicate spot on her neck where he knew her pulse would be racing. He knew if he placed his lips to it just how the noise she would make would sound. Her hair, usually pulled back into a tidy bun, had come loose and now framed her face in a halo of curls. It may have been two years since they started dating, but Jack still found himself completely and utterly captivated by her.
As they finished their dinner, Trevor nudged Jack and motioned for him to follow him to the bathroom. "Look," Trevor whispered, "I know you love her and all, but she's holding you back, man. You need to live a little, go out with all of us, have some fun." Jack sighed, feeling torn. He knew that Trevor was his best friend, but he also knew how important y/n was to him. He didn't want to lose her, no he couldn’t lose her, but he didn't want to miss out on all the adventures he could still be having with his friends.
"Why don't you come out with us anymore?" Trevor asked bluntly. "You used to be the life of the party. Now you're just...different." Jack hung his head, unsure how to respond. "I just want you to be happy, man. I really think you're making a mistake by staying with her." Trevor opened the bathroom door and walked back towards the tables. It was purely happen chance he was even here and Jack was too. Trevor on a date while Jack was on one too.
The two boys returned to their respective tables, Jack couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in tightly churning in his gut. Trevor was on to something; he did miss going out with all their friends and having their crazy adventures. But y/n was everything to him. She made him feel loved in ways he had never experienced and supported him in everything he did. It may have only been two years, but Jack couldn't imagine his life without her now. He knew he couldn't continue like this, though. Something had to give.
That night after dinner, as the two walked hand in hand through the park, Jack managed to gather up the courage to confront his new worries with y/n. "Hey, there's something I want to talk to you about," he said, his voice barely registering over the children still playing on the playground. Y/n stopped and turned to face him, her eyes instantly filled with concern. "What's wrong, Jack?"
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I love you, y/n. I love you so much. You know that. But I feel like I'm missing out on a lot with my friends. I want to be able to spend time with them like I used to." He looked down at his girlfriend who drew in and chewed on her lower lip, clearly being hurt by his words.
"Jackie, I thought we had talked about this.. I thought you trusted me enough to know that I would never stand in the way of your friendships?. If anything, I want you to have them in your life more. You are my life, today, tomorrow, hopefully next week and further, but I want you to have a life outside of me too. I love you more than you probably think I do, but that doesn’t mean we always have to be together.” Y/n told the sweet boy standing before her. He was awestruck while she was speaking.
He looked at her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deception. An action he instantly felt guilty for. He should’ve never let his friends inside his head. Seeing nothing but sincerity, he exhaled slowly.
"I guess I just... I just need to find a balance, huh?" She nodded, wrapping her arms around him. "I'll always be here for you, jackie. And I want you to know that I understand. We'll figure this out together."
The next weekend, Jack and y/n arranged a "double date night" with Trevor and his newest girl. The four of them went to one of the local art galleries, something y/n loved to do, afterwards they went to a cozy Italian restaurant for dinner.
As they walked side by side, Jack was overcome with a sense of excitement and anticipation. Both had been building within him since the plans were made. For the first time since meeting y/n, he felt like he was truly experiencing something elating again.
The entirety of the night was filled with wholesome laughter and conversations about everything and anything, as both couples shared stories and experiences, and found common ground in their shared love for art and food. Y/n and Trevor even managed to strike up a conversation about their favorite artists and sport teams, which surprised Jack and made him smile. He had never really thought of his best friend and y/n having much in common, but it seemed like tonight was proving him wrong.
“Seems you picked a good one Rowdy.” Trevor snickered referring to y/n. “I’m glad you changed your mind about her Zegras. But I didn’t just pick a good one, I picked the best one. At least for me.” Jack was smitten with her and Trevor fake gagged. Earning himself a laugh from all of them.
While they finished their meals and sipped on their respective drinks, the atmosphere in the restaurant shifted ever so slightly. The lights were dimmed, and a soft, romantic medley filled the room. Jack caught y/n glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, an expanse flush of warmth spread through his chest.
In that moment, Jack realized that this was exactly what he needed: a balance between his relationship with her and his friendship. He didn't have to choose between them anymore.
As the music continued, Trevor and his date excused themselves to the dance floor, leaving Jack and y/n with a moment to themselves. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling practically screaming out her love for him and Jack himself was flooded with a rush of his affection for her.
He leaned down, gently brushing his lips against hers, whispering a quick intimate “i love you”. He placed another kiss on her lips, meant to be soft and innocent but as their kiss deepened, the warm, content feeling of love and happiness spread throughout both of them.
The rest of the night flew by in a blur of conversation, laughter, and dancing. They all truly seemed to enjoy each other's company, and Jack couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected gift. As the night drew to a close, they agreed to get together again in the coming weeks. Trevor and Jack said their goodbyes before everyone went their separate ways.
“Y/n?” Jack called out softly from beside her. She glanced up at him, as if to ask him ‘what?’ “Thank you for tonight. I really appreciate what you’ve done for me. For us.” She squeezed his hand and smiled up at him. “I love you, I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you but I hope I keep staying lucky.” Jack brought her hand up to his lips placing a quick kiss to the top of it.
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He put “will you marry me” in the painting for her to find!!! Aww so sweet! 😩🥺 Can you write a little more of that snip-it. Please 🥹
He did. He’s such a sweetheart. This painting, done by Benedict who is in fact a photographer who dabbles in art, now hangs behind her desk. And it’s an odd thing for an appraiser for Christie’s to have behind their desk. It’s maybe the least expensive gift that Anthony’s ever given her and it’s her favourite. People comment on it all the time when they sit across the desk from her.
“Do they give you the art to put on your walls?”
Kate laughed, shifting the papers on her desk, “They definitely don’t.”
“Is it…? Sorry I don’t recognise it.”
“I’d be surprised if you did.” Kate smiled, “My brother in law painted it. That’s the way my husband proposed.”
The woman’s eyes widened, “You’re married to Viscount Bridgerton, aren’t you?”
Kate clicked her tongue, “Mostly I just think of him as the cute man who accidentally gave me a Monet to sell.”
“Did you give it back?”
Kate scoffed, “Absolutely not. It’s not good for him to have his own way all the time. We’d be in a mess if he did. He needs to be infuriated.”
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Plss write more about girlfriend to death 🙏🥺
*tig notaro voice* okay dyke
2600+ words, switching it up today, this is a post for the tops (i didn't say doms though). fem reader throughout. mommy kink in law's part. daddy kink in strade's part. par for the course, really
ren🦊
"NGH, hang on, that’s too much, TOO MUCH-!!"
Ren yowled loudly, sounding like a cat in heat as her sharp claws dug deep into your shoulders, all the while, your hips collided roughly with hers, the thick, heavy strap-on plunging deeper inside of her.
"Fuck," You growled through grit teeth, digging your own (bitten) nails into her full hips. "Put those claws away, girl, that hurts-"
"Nnn, mmph," She whimpered, pressing her face into your collarbone (her cheek bumping against your heavy collar as she did so, the electric prong pressing into your skin). "Y-You started it. You didn't even give me a warning before doing that!"
"Do you need a warning?" You asked with a huff, reaching up to push your hair out your eyes. You preferred it short, but she insisted on you growing it out (while you were still here, anyway). "Would you suck it up and let me get to it already?"
"You're so mean," Ren pouted, pulling back from your collar and letting the grip on your shoulders loosen up a little (but not much). "You know I'm the one who kidnapped you, right? Not the other way round..."
"Mmhmm, and yet," You let out a low chuckle, reaching down and taking her soft thighs in hand, shifting them up to her chest (it wasn’t a forceful gesture, you told yourself, you didn’t do the things she did). "You like it, right?"
"Mmm," She moaned softly, almost submissively, biting her lip with a sweet and coy expression, as she let herself be posed and moved around (like a toy, like a doll), dragging the filed tips of her claws down your biceps. The more she did it, the better it felt. "Y-Yeah, I guess I like it..."
"Good girl," You praised, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek. "Can I keep going or what?"
"Mmhmm," She hummed airily, shifting her hips upwards so to wrap her legs around your waist, pressing your hips together again.
With a satisfied sigh, you slid your hands underneath her ass (grabbing a plush handful while you were at it) and pulled her body even closer to yours, jerking your hips back before bucking them again, pressing the toy back inside her.
"Ahhhnnn..." She groaned sweetly as you started up a pace of shorter, deeper thrusts, getting her used to the harsher depth that you preferred. "God, it feels so deep..." She drawled, tilting her head back, exposing a scarred throat and the lovebites you had left behind on her.
"Haven't taken dick like this before, have you?" You teased with a slight smirk, dragging your lips down her cheek and to her jaw, leaving behind even more little love nips and relishing in her whines as you did so. "Too little to take it this hard, huh?"
"Nnn..." She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, no, she could take it.
"Mmhmm, I don't think so either, baby," You murmured again, trailing more kisses and bites down her neck, her heaving chest, trailing to her little breasts. "I think you can take more, can't you?"
"Fuck," She gasped needily, pushing her hands through your hair as you dragged your tongue over her nipple and latched on it with your teeth, digging them in. "Goddd, come on-"
"What was that?" You breathed hotly, glancing upwards with a raised brow. "Want more, sweetheart?"
She didn't get the opportunity to answer your question (or correct herself), before you were pulling back from her chest and caging her down, forcing the toy even deeper inside of her (how she was managing to take it all, you had no idea). To add insult to injury, you picked up the speed and force of your thrusts, too, pounding her into the mattress of the spare room’s bed.
“AHH! FUCK!”
She shrieked out brokenly again, her entire body shooting stiff as your hips met hers in an aggressive *slap* of flesh, her golden eyes wide open and her mouth slack with desperate pants, whines and shrieks.
Her toes were curling against the small of your back and her hands were clinging to your shoulders again, tethering your body close to hers as you fucked her hard.
You had no doubt that her 'My Melody' nail art would be stained with your blood after this.
But you didn't mind that.
Not when you could look at her like this.
law 🥀
"Are you okay? This isn't too much, right?"
You weren’t surprised that you had gotten Law under you, her long legs spread and her sensible skirt hiked up around her hips, after passing a joint back and forth for the last forty minutes.
You both got a little like that when you were high, after all.
Though you had been surprised when you found out that she hadn’t worn underwear to therapy that day. Law was always full of surprises, though.
"I-It's fine..." She stammered, the hands (big, long fingers, and lovely) covering her face trembling a little. "Kind of...full feeling."
"Well, yeah," You scoffed out a laugh, reaching up to push your bangs out of your sweaty face. "I have two fingers in your ass.” You gave them a little wiggle to emphasise your point, feeling the soft squish of too much lube (was there such a thing?) around your latex gloves coating her insides. “You're gonna feel like that."
"Mphh..." She pulled one of her hands down to her mouth, digging her teeth into her pointer finger, chipping black nail polish (black like yours were, she had picked it up from you).
"Are you sure you're okay, Law?” You said, pulling your fingers back a little. “We can stop if you want-"
"N-No, it's fine, I promise…” She said quite quickly, looking towards you with more life in her grey eyes than you had seen in a while. They were practically dead when you first met her…and weren’t much better now, most of the time. Your dead-eyed beauty. “I-I want to take you properly, so..."
"Okay.” You gave her a smile, reminded of the growing erection under your shorts, and eased your fingers back inside her. “Taking it slow...I can do that for you, baby."
"Mm..." She let out a little sigh, reaching forward to grab your shoulder with one hand, pulling your chest closer to hers, pulling your faces together.
You smiled a little bigger.
"How are you feeling, doll?" You purred quietly, curling your fingers around the rim of her asshole and rubbing at the bundle of nerves deep inside of her.
Doll, you called her. Was it just t-girl slang or was there a second meaning behind it, now?
"Good...it feels good." She mumbled, her voice stammering as her legs shifted downwards and curled tightly around your waist. The crotch of your shorts were pressed against the small of her back, right against her tailbone, making you ache a little more for her. "Kind of...like you're seeing and feeling every part of me, you know?"
"Yeah?" You asked with a slight giggle, pulling your fingers back a little and squeezing more lube against your latex-clad fingers. Never such a thing as too much lube. "Feeling your insides?"
"As close to a dissection as you can get without killing me," She whispered, tipping her head back, sighing at the feeling of the cool lubricant on her asshole, the gory image she had painted in her own brain.
You let out a little chuckle, tilting your head.
"You're so weird, Law," You said fondly, leaning down to press a slow kiss to her scarred thigh (so many scars). "I like how weird you are."
Her fingers tightened around your shoulder, and you could see an awkward smile through her spread fingers.
"T-Thank you," She murmured, totally earnest. You had a sense that she hadn’t heard a compliment like that before, and you were happy to give it to her.
"Ready for the third finger?"
"Yeah...yeah,” She nodded, biting her fingers again, crooked teeth digging into her skin. “Okay, I'm ready..."
You gave her thigh another quick kiss, before working a third finger inside of the tight ring of muscle, pressing them in and out at a slow pace and listening to the growing intensity behind each of Law’s whines as you did so.
"Nnnhhh..." She groaned, her tight eyelids fluttering and her head tipped back.
"All good?" You asked quietly, building up the pace, the wet *schlick* of your fingers utterly obscene in the quiet room.
"Perfect," She moaned, looking back towards you, a dark need in her grey eyes as she pressed a hand into her hair and curled it into a fist, like she was trying to tether herself to the ground. "I can't wait to feel you…” She said, shifting her backside down against the front of your shorts. “I wanna feel you..."
"Yeah?” You grinned, leaning towards her, caging her down to the bed and spreading her long body out obscenely. “You ready to be a good girl and take all of Mommy's cock, Law?"
Her eyes went wide just hearing you say that, and her asshole tightened around your fingers
"Oh my god," She let go of your shoulder and covered her face properly again, hiding her trembling lips and her flushed face.
"You really tensed up there, Law,” You said with a little titter, before slowing down the motions of your wrist and stopping your laughter. “...You like that?"
"Yeah, I like that...god,” She stammered after a moment of bashful hesitance, biting her trembling fingers again. She looked really embarrassed, like she was admitting something shameful. She had no reason to be ashamed, you thought. “Please-"
You grinned wider and let go of her thigh, reaching down to unbutton and unzip your shorts.
"Don't need to ask me again, baby. I've got you." You squeezed your cock through your tights and panties, and pressed a kiss to her heaving chest.
"Mommy's gonna take care of you~"
strade 🔨
The collar was pulled even tighter around your throat as Strade forced your body closer to hers, her hips gyrating upwards hungrily to take more of the thick, heavy toy buried deep in her cunt.
"Come on, put some fucking effort into it," She growled, pulling harder on the leash and forcing your chest down and your hips forward. "Way to live up to stereotypes, liebling."
"I'm trying," You whined, your voice tight in your throat as the ratty leather collar dug into your neck "I-I'm just not used to it-"
"I'm getting you used to it," She interrupted you, narrowing her golden eyes as she raised her hips again, pressing to the base of the harness that had been belted forcefully around your own hips, over the top of your skirt. "You think I'm going to let you get away with being a pillow princess here? No chance."
"Mph," You bit your lip, your cheeks blushing. An affectionate nickname you once wore with pride now sounded like an insult. "S-Sorry..."
"You can make it up to me by putting some effort in," She then said, giving your collar another firm yank, finally forcing your chest down against hers.
Even when she was naked and underneath you, taking a strap-on protruding from your crotch, she managed to maintain all of the power. It might have been attractive (hell, really attractive), had your shock collar not been in sight on the bedside table, waiting for the two of you to be finished so you could get back to your usual captor/captee dynamic.
"Don't get distracted," She said curtly, as she wound the leash around her wide palm and jerked your head upwards, forcing your eyes together, not letting you zone out for even a second. "You've got a job to do."
"R-Right," You stammered shyly, planting your hands on either side of her waist and trying to even out the rhythm of your thrusting, bucking forward and backward and watching intently as the toy disappeared inside her.
"Mmph," She groaned lowly at the back of her throat, keeping a firm hold of your leash as she reached up and toyed with her pierced nipple, rolling it between her fingers, her tongue between her teeth as she experimented with the sensation. "That's it, keep going like that...mmh,"
"Okay," You muttered, trying to take her encouragement as praise (it was all you really needed to get off, anyway), as you kept rocking your hips forwards and backwards against hers, feeling her sweaty flesh stick to the leather of the harness. "Is that okay?"
"That's good...very good, fraulein. Good girl," She sighed slowly, taking in an exhale through her teeth and tipping her head back, as she kept squeezing her nipple.
You found yourself licking your lips at the sight...maybe this was hot.
Or maybe you were just insane.
You found a motive to pick up the pace in her praise, though, curling your fingers into the blankets as your thrusting found a new and more intense vigour, pushing yourself so hard that the mattress was dipping in time with you.
"Ah, that's it," She groaned, as one of her thick legs slid up around your waist and pulled you closer, forcing the toy even deeper inside of her, in time with her pulling on the collar again. "That's it, you little cunt...getting eager now, are we?"
"Y-Yes," You rasped, reaching up with one hand to your collar, trying to give yourself a little space to breathe. "Mm...y-yes, I'm eager..."
"Show me how eager you are then," She replied, baring her teeth in a broad, almost excited grin. "Give me your all, girl. Schnell!"
Under her instruction, you started fucking her deeply, intently, your narrow hips slamming against hers with each desperate thrust.
She immediately groaned out loudly with pleasure, reaching up with her spare hand to pull you even closer by your collar, your chest to hers, growling mindlessly in time with each of your frantic thrusts, digging her heel into the small of your back as she was fucked, relentlessly.
She still managed to remind you of your place, in spite of her position, though.
“AH-AH-AH!” Strade cried out a pattern in deeply pleased groans, throwing her head back, exposing her throat (ready to bite, had you been a predator like she was) as her entire body went tight with pleasure. “Yes, fuck, god, yes, yes!" Her words came right from the very back of her throat, each one thick with her natural accent, and incredibly attractive. "Das ist es, you little motherfucker, right there, don’t stop!"
You heaved out your own breaths as you pounded the specific spot deep inside of her again and again, hard and fast and eager to serve her.
"Is it good, is it good?" You recited like a mantra, a prayer, as you continued to rut desperately inside of her, wide eyes staring at her blissed out expression, wanting, needing more praise. "Is it good, Strade, please-"
"Shhh," She shushed, looking at you with golden eyes, blown almost black with arousal, as she jerked your face upwards, your lips almost touching. "You're doing good, meine frau...doing such a good job for Daddy~"
You felt your own insides grow tight at her softer tone, staring at the intense look in her eyes.
"T...Thank you, Daddy," You murmured helplessly, your thighs trembling as a nervous smile came to your face. "Thank you…"
"If you get me off, I'll, ah," Her face flickered with an overwhelming pleasure, forcing her to trip on her words. It was a nice kind of vulnerability that you knew you’d never see again. "I'll repay the favour, ja?"
"Okay...okay."
"Good girl~"
#lawrence oleander#lawrence btd#lawrence x mc#lawrence x reader#ren hana#ren btd#ren x mc#ren x reader#strade btd#strade x mc#strade x reader#drabbles#qs#girlfriend to death#many prompts in one. happy pride!#did this while listening to dorian electra sophie and ag cook. i like hyperpop now
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TA DAAAA
Here he is 🖤🐦⬛ little Crowley
You probably didn't expect it when I said I have new Crowley art 😆
I made a design for little Crowley for a comic I am gonna make
He turned out to be little fancy boy 💜🐦⬛
I liked so I made another version with different colors
I made a version with ramshackle color pallette 🐈⬛
So he could look more like a commoner
I like it so much 🖤😭
The reason why he have blue eyes is it my mootie @prince-kallisto here
Said that baby crows have blue eyes and turn dark when They are adults
So they HC that Crowley too had blue eyes when he was young
They are so cute 🥺💜💜
If you looked closely his eyes is starting to turn golden in the middle cause he is growing up 🐦⬛
Maybe Crowley have golden eyes because he still youthful
Maybe his eyes can tell us how old is he 👀
Anyway here some random sketches
#twisted wonderland#twst#dire crowley#artists on tumblr#disney twst#twst fanart#twst dire crowley#ramshackle
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