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kachawo · 1 year

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What if Wei Ying turned out different? What if he had gone through much worse as a homeless child?

Heaven knows what his life was like before Jiang Fengmian found him, but it surely wasn't friendly. What if that changed him so much? The trauma ingraining itself into his brain that it becomes his main source of survival?

Yiling was a badly managed town, even the children saw that. And among the cultivation sects, none were really keen on investing their time and materials on withered soil, especially the nearest jurisdictions of Qishan Wen and Yunmeng Jiang.

That's why in Yiling, everything tagged crime can be stashed away, hidden into, escaped out of. Sects turn a blind eye to it, hell, even the previous Baron of the land didn't bother reclaiming Yiling because of its high crime rate.

It built itself up by blood money and fear, and with the Burial Mounds so close in vicinity it was much worse.

Anything and everything illegal was practically spoiled culture there.

Especially,

Especially slave traders, especially human trafficking. There was no authority to call upon, no one strong enough of a will to stop it. And so whenever Yiling hears the heart-dropping sound of golden bells chiming, the heavy hooves of a bull that carries with it a large wooden cage. They do nothing.

They can do nothing.

And there goes A-Ying, freshly orphaned, still getting a hang of wandering around the streets he would have to call his new home.

The first time it happened, his face got too close to the torch while he panicked. The large men and their ropes scared him too much and he wanted them to let go let go let go-

They didn't like how he moved around too much and tightened the noose around his neck, A-Ying suddenly couldn't breathe. He felt the bones of his weak throat cave on itself and it hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurt so bad. It made him thrash around the cage widely, using his remaining air to scream so violently that would have guaranteed his broken throat.

In his panic attack he hit his head on the splintered pole used as a torch on the corner of the cage they threw him in.

A-Ying didn't think he had the strength to scream about it, but apparently he did. He realized later that the graining sound against his ears were his blood-curdling cries, and that he couldn't feel the left side of his head.

They never took him, in the end. The slave traders complained loudly that he damaged himself and would be of no value. The large man who tied him up, held him by his hair and threw him out of the cage.

After that it was black.

You'd think that after that experience, Wei Ying would have known how to escape people like these then.

He should have died. He should have died a long time ago. When the slave traders lured him in with promise of a meal, when a drunk man mistook him for someone else and beat him with shattered wine jars, when a cultivator feigned kindness and Wei Ying took his hand--

A-Ying should have died when he was 5 when-

Wei Ying should have died when he was 7 when-

When-

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Someone stop it STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPSTOPSTOP

He can't be blamed! He can't deal with it! The ringing in his head has made itself a home in his head a long time ago and at that point its been a part of his life.

He's half-blind, half-dying, half a body, full of scars.

Wei Ying can't be blamed.

So when a man comes to him, on a cold winter night calling his name-- he can't be blamed.

(That was used on him several times, several ways, at this point the whole world knows his name. Maybe they were never addressing him really? And it's just so his foolish brain responded to every call hoping it was a-niang or baba who came back to get him.--

Hoping. He was hoping. Such a silly thing to do these days.)

The man wore purple robes, was surrounded by many people with purple robes. One of them approached when he didn't respond.

Wei Ying was 11 by now, 12 almost, he couldn't be blamed.

The robes were different-- a dark royal hue, but it was the same color of the- the same- and the man was approaching him too quickly he-

A child was never supposed to go through this pain. Wei Ying wouldn't know this, but he couldn't be blamed. A small tooth-dagger was plunged into the cultivator's abdomen and the man shrieked--- he couldn't be blamed.

He ran and ran and ran, the man who called his name ran after. His feet didn't acquaint well with the cold solid ground, it burned his skin ironically, but he ran with only fear to power him.

The man grabbed him by the shoulder and said his name again-- Wei Ying couldn't hear anything amongst the rapid beating of his own heart. Couldn't see quite clearly, couldn't think quite straight, he feared.

Wei Ying couldn't have been blamed. When carriage wheels screeched to a halt but it was too late-- and the man in purple had to let go of him one way or another.

He didn't stay too long to see what happened to him. He just ran and ran and ran.

Until there was no ground to run on. Until Yiling was no longer seen. Until he felt the last of his breath stolen from him.

Wei Ying falls falls fall-

His eyes close on their own, they can't be blamed.

#mdzs #mdzs au #wwx #wei wuxian #wei ying #young wei ying #child wei ying #the horrifying experience of being a child in the streets #cw: child abuse #cw: child endangerment #i imagine if canon wwx turned out this way #he wouldn't be so keen to intimate touch #the pain and trauma that came with the action never fully left him #but at the same time he yearns for that kind of warmth #the type of touch that'll wait for his acceptance #but he just can't out of that fear #also in this au he's a non-cultivator

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sukunasweetheart · 4 months

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oh, to fit him like a glove...

WARNINGS; ooc sukuna, virgin!reader (well... not for long), size kink, BREEDING, vaginal fingering, sukuna only has one dick here cuz i wanted to make it less complicated, COCKWARMING, stomach bulge, degradation, praise, sukuna is a four armed king, overstimulation, mouth-hands, EXCESSIVE CUM

based on this anon's ask! dividers credit; @/cafekitsune

word count; 3k

imagine being sukuna's precious princess of a wife-- whom he spoils and dotes on because its in his interests to do so. like any other woman, youre tiny compared to him, so having you take his cock eventually will be very tedious work, and sukuna will need a lot of patience.

and we all know, sukuna is the most patient man in the world... at least when it means that it'll be worth it for him at the end. and to him, you are worth everything.

he's proud and pleased to be your first... sukuna can't help but feel keen about the idea that he will be the only one ever to have had the pleasure of being so intimate with you.

he watches you intently, as you struggle to take even two of his thick fingers in your tight hole, tearing up and whimpering as he tampers with those delicate spots inside you.

"nngh.. sukuna... that feels so good..." you whimper his name delightfully, it almost makes his enduring patience snap.

outwardly, his face looks calm as he looks down at you with soft lust that takes the form of an almost blank expression.

"does it?" he asks, with a certain playfulness in his voice.

his fingers move a little faster, scissoring you inside and pressing in an upwards manner, where it makes you gasp the most. you're producing so much slick, but your hole is still so tight and unrelenting, clenching around his thick digits even more. sukuna thinks about good it'd feel if his dick was inside instead, and he feels himself aching with desire, twitching and leaking precum from his hidden erection.

...not yet.

he dutifully touches you to your orgasm, and watches with a hitched breath as you tremble on his fingers, walls fluttering against them. your sighs and soft moans reach his ears like nothing else.

his extra hands grope at your breasts, finding solace in them.

"do you think i'm ready yet?" you ask tenderly, after your breath returns to normal.

"... hardly, my love. that was only two of my fingers," sukuna tells you languidly, as he feeds your slick on his digits to the mouth on his stomach.

"only two? oh dear..." you sigh with sorrow, "will i ever be able to take you whole one day?"

he smirks at the question, and leans down into your chest while holding ahold of your hand.

"well of course. i'll make it happen no matter what. i promise."

the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

when it does happen, you best be ready for him to breed you full every night.

however, on some days, the urge gets unbearable, even for himself. he's been saving himself up a little, so he could pour everything inside you when the time comes, but the lust gets overwhelming, clouding his sight and judgement.

one night, you gesture towards the bulge in his pants, with a shaking hand.

"what about you? isn't it painful to always withhold yourself like that?" you ask, wanting for him to feel good as well, instead of just yourself.

sukuna grows silent, sweating bullets as his dick throbs upon your mention of it.

the next minute, he's taking it out and slotting it between your thighs, rubbing up against your slit and seeing how the size compares to your stomach.

the temptation is too great.

not. yet.

this was the whole reason he was avoiding using his cock with your body in the first place - because he was afraid he'd cave in and attempt to deflower you when you weren't ready yet, still too tight for him to squeeze in, causing you pain only.

if it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother... but you're one that he cherishes too much... he wants to work to make the end result even tastier. the moment where he'll finally claim you entirely.

the bed creaks as he thrusts in and out between your thighs, rubbing his twitching dick against your hole oozing with slick, also brushing up onto your clit that's swollen from arousal.

" 'm sorry... i wish... there was more i could do..." you whimper sweetly, squeezing one of his large hands.

"there's no need for that. whatever i can't put inside you now... i'll pump in twice as much, once you're ready for me," sukuna whispers gently, holding your hand back, a groan resounding in the back of his throat.

rewards become so much sweeter after restraint. like how you wouldn't pick and eat an unripe fruit from a tree.

"you're doing plenty enough for me... for now," he tells you breathlessly. he adores the glossy look in your eyes.

his cock continues to glide back and forth, and he feels so hot between your thighs.

"i... i want your tip inside when you cum, please," you say, eyeing his dick with a certain neediness.

"are you sure, love?" he asks, hoping you'll say yes. you nod fervently.

sukuna feels lightheaded at the thought of it, all the while his dick gets more and more sensitive against your thighs... his balls feel so heavy and full, all those times he held himself back coming to catch up on him.

you squeeze your legs around him harder, making him groan, cock pulsing for all it's worth. he thinks about how tightly your walls would clamp around him. the heat from your insides, and your slick covering his shaft. he's close.

he suddenly spreads your legs.

at this stage, he's only barely able to get his tip past your entrance. it's possible when he does it slowly enough. you whine beneath him, doing your best to not go against his arms that are pinning your legs down.

a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face. sukuna uses an extra hand to stroke the rest of his dick as his tip remains snug inside your puckering hole. when it comes, he gives a choked-off gasp from how good his first-in-a-while release feels.

he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from burying himself any further.

the ropes of cum seep and trickle into your womb in thick, heavy spurts, and the hotness of it gets you breathing unevenly, being so aroused by this sensation. there's a copious amount. he continues jerking himself off to get every last droplet out, and his own hand can feel the intense twitches of the veins on his erection.

it's not nearly enough to satisfy him, but it's enough to keep him patient.

once his tip pops out from your wet hole again, his spend come out of it in large globs, and sukuna can't help but admire the sight, his dick twitching weakly in his hand.

he abstains from cumming all over again for another few weeks- another few weeks of stretching you out with his fingers, and prepping you to perfection.

when the day finally creeps up, where he believes you're ready to take him whole, sukuna hears and feels his heartbeat in his own ears.

ever so slowly. he's sitting down on the edge of the bed, and he has you lower yourself on his throbbing cock as he's face to face with you, ever so slowly. your body trembles lightly and he feels it on his hands and fingers as they're placed against your hips. sukuna senses your anxiousness that flows from you in large waves.

your hole is so tight, trying to push the intrusion out, but the wetness from your slick helps his cock slip inside easier, and sukuna's breath is kept within the back of his throat as you swallow him up deeper and deeper.

he's sweating. you're sweating. but soon enough, you're sat on his lap completely, having gotten all of him inside you at last. you can barely breathe with how tightly you enclose around him. how his cock is nudged up snugly against your cervix, pushing the literal air out of your lungs. and the way you feel it twitching inside.

sukuna has never been more patient, more self disciplined, more repressed than in this moment. one wrong movement and he feels like he could snap and start thrusting in without concern for you in any moment. no. he shouldn't do that. it would ruin all everything he's done to build you up for this moment.. but your walls keep tauntingly squeezing around him...

"i- i can finally fit all of you inside..." you say with glee, tears on your lashes, but looking very proud of yourself. it snaps him back to sanity, a little bit.

"of course... you were made for me, after all. so perfectly mine, fitting me like a glove," sukuna mumbles, as his bigger tongue licks against your clit, arousing you more so that you could loosen up for him. his praise gets to your head and makes you feel sheepish, wanting to do more to please him. but you don't think you can do that, just yet.

"can we stay like this for a bit, please?"

"that would be...for the best. can't have my wife splitting in half, can i?" sukuna jests rather sinisterly.

"oh, you..." you pout at him. the larger tongue rubs against you more persistently to distract you, and he smirks as it does the trick. you whimper, and your walls pulse gently around him making him groan. your eyes get half lidded, already feeling somewhat exhausted, and you lean your face against the large man's chest.

veins are bulging out of his arms, and one on his forehead. you seem so relaxed, unbeknownst to the fact that he's currently doing everything to keep himself together. you're like a tiny mouse trapped in the claws of a tiger.

sukuna starts to bite and kiss down your neck and shoulder to satiate himself.

few minutes after you've calmed yourself a little, your eyes start wandering down, taking notice of the bump on your stomach, from having him inside you.

"it goes without saying, but you're so big..." you press against it without thinking, and you feel him throb inside you intensely. sukuna grabs your wrist with a growl.

"are you trying to test my patience right now?"

you look at him with wide eyes, from how unusually on edge he is... something about him being all restless makes you feel aroused. you're doing that to him. a man who rarely ever feels. but you've gotten him all sensitive.

" 'm sorry. kiss me?" you ask sweetly, lips curling up in a foxy way.

his gaze softens.

"when you ask me so sweetly... i can't deny you, can i?"

and he leans down to press his lips onto yours, despite seeing the mischief in your eyes. your arms go around his neck, and as he's kissing you, his hands go for your breasts.

you tighten up on his leaking dick, making him moan into your mouth. his grip on your hips squeeze harder, but he doesn't stop kissing you.

you want to make him cum. you want him to lose control from being inside you.

sukuna breaks the kiss with a little choked off heave, when you begin to roll your hips around him slightly.

"you're getting awfully ahead of yourself-"

you cut him off by latching your mouth to the side of his neck, suckling and running your tongue against his skin while your hips keep moving.

he'd call you cute, but it's working. sukuna grits his teeth and his eyes get heavy lidded, dick getting impossibly harder. his heavy breathing adds to your excitement.

"i never knew my wife was such a whore. i'll be sure to return this favour later," sukuna tells you with a low voice, his hands now guiding your hips against him.

you're wordless, as you continue running your lips and tongue up his skin, moving onto his jawline, only giving a whine in response, feeling his tip press into the entrance of your womb.

such lousy movement usually wouldn't be near enough for him, but...

his head lulls back, exposing the way his adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly, getting close... your little kitten thrusts and the way you're tonguing the sensitive area under his jaw...

sukuna's hips jolt into you for the last time.

" 'm cumming-"

his mouth hangs open as he releases - dumping weeks' worth of seed into your cunt. his body jerks against you and you bite into his shoulder.

his cock throbs erotically in your clamping walls, and you milk him effortlessly, and you moan on his neck, while still suckling and tonguing the same area, feeling the hotness of his cum as it thickly pours into you, making your belly swell a bit from it.

sukuna groans as he seeds your womb properly for the first time, two hands on your hips, one against the back of your neck, and the remaining arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his dick pulses inside you.

your head is whirring from the tense situation, being creampied so lewdly for the first time, to think that he's released inside, and the feeling of his every breath as he orgasms, is enough to make you feel so exhilarated.

suddenly, he stills.

it makes you a little nervous, so you detach your upper body from him and aim to look at his expression. but before you can make any further movement, you're suddenly thrown onto your back against the soft mattress of the bed in the speed of light. he keeps himself buried in you, making sure to plug you up nicely.

when you meet his eyes after a shocked gasp, you see his darkened expression, his eyebrows furrowed, but his mouth curved up in a toothy, sinister grin.

"you really tested me back there, didn't you?" he rasps, grabbing your face and forcing you to keep your gaze on him.

"i hope you're aware that i'm not letting you get a wink of sleep tonight."

not a word gets out of your mouth, before sukuna pulls his dick back, and slams his hips into you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls.

your voicebox makes a noise that you never thought was possible, a noise that's mixed with both a moan and a scream.

"oh, fuck..." sukuna mumbles gutturally, beginning to thrust in and out of you the way he's always wanted to. your hands fist the sheets behind your head, and his hands keep your legs spread apart for him, while the other two pinch at your breasts roughly, groping at your flesh so brazenly.

his heavy balls slap against your ass as his hips rut into you, making sure to drive himself in to the hilt, before pulling out to the tip and doing that all over again.

you squeal and mewl under him, eyes watering from pleasure and already getting overstimulated as he fucks you senseless. to think that only a few weeks ago, you were only able to fit two of his fingers. it all feels like a fever dream.

sukuna breathes heavily, his muscles glistening from his own sweat as he indulges in his reward, his reward of you, and your cunt that is finally nice and loose for him, sheathing him so nicely, coating his dick with your slick like the harlot you are. his laboured breaths stutter when your walls pulse around him as you reach your orgasm-- your head tilting back into the mattress.

cock leaking more precum into you, sukuna's eyes become half lidded again as he gets close to his second release.

"you're gonna drive me crazy," he grunts, as his tip reaches your cervix again and again and again.

his thrusts become erratic, and then halts as he busts another thick load into you, making you cry out pitifully.

"fuuck, fuck, fuck...." sukuna shudders, leaning down on his forearms, getting so close that you feel his breath ghosting against your skin, while his other two hands grip onto the sides of your hips. his pecs rub up into your tits and the tongue from his stomach messily laps away at your clit as he empties his balls into you, your pussy seemingly trying to squeeze him dry.

all of his eyes close up as he then kisses you like he's trying to swallow up your tongue. you whimper against his lips, doing your best to reciprocate, struggling to keep up with the pace of this kiss.

he breaks away from your lips.

"c'mon, not good enough. put your tongue into it more," he instructs breathlessly, with somewhat of a disappointed expression. your mind is too hazy from the intense lust but you give a short nod with teary eyes, which makes him smirk before pushing his lips onto you again.

you kiss him back the most you can, and he hums in pleasure, your tongue finally intertwining with his. it distracts you from how full you feel right now, even with only two of his loads in you.

his thrusts slowly start back up again.

"s-sukuna-!" you gasp, breaking the kiss.

"i warned you... it's gonna be a long night," sukuna tells you. he seems to have become more sound of mind after that second orgasm.

"give me more..." he mutters, leaning against the crook of your neck, and licking a stripe up against it, "my precious wife."

your arms wrap around his neck, holding him tight. he grins, and you feel it on your skin.

... eventually when his third load fills you up, he's running his tongue against the shell of your ear, two mouths sucking at each of your nipples, from the way he clasped his palms over your breasts at the last second.

you're trembling beneath him, tears now running down the side of your face, babbling nonsensical words at him.

sukuna leans back to run his third hand through his disheveled hair to slick it up again, and he grins at your state of overstimulation. he feels so good inside you. it was worth waiting and preparing you for so long.

once your orgasm subsides a bit, he finally detaches his mouth-hands away from your tits, making a line of saliva stretch between in the process. then, the mouths disappear. your body relaxes. but sukuna's cock is still inside you.

"you alright, my love?" he asks smugly, looking down at your state of fatigue caused by intense pleasure.

you mumble out something of a 'yes', and he chuckles. his eyes trail down to your now slightly pudgy stomach.

"you're so full with me, my dear wife. haha, it's quite the lovely sight," sukuna tells you softly, pressing his hand down softly against the swell of your tummy. you jolt a little, whining.

"sukuna... too full..."

he leans down closer to your face and wipes the sweat off your forehead, before bringing his lips to the same area gently.

"we can stay like this for a few minutes. rest up. but we're not done yet."

he hasn't even had the chance to sink his teeth into you yet. just a little more. you can do that for him, can't you?

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#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #soft sukuna

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anantaru · 1 year

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— favorite spot you kiss them on

including albedo, scaramouche, zhongli, al-haitham x gn! reader

genre: fluff, kissing, a little heated

— albedo

frankly, albedo was quite keen on any place you would place your lips on, really didn't matter to him where.

yet, well, when you quietly settle on his lap, he'd first be reluctant to pull you close to him, not that he doesn't want to of course, because you see, he was of a shy nature in that precise facet.

no matter how reserved he was, he after a while, will gather you close to his chest so you could easily place your head on his shoulder, lowly drifting your eyes through his otherworldly, handsome features.

your index finger rotated over his clothed collarbones before dancing over the edge of his shirt, gently hooking your digit into the garment to meet his bare neck.

"you look tired, 'bedo." you speak and he lightly tilted his head, allowing you to proceed.

"no matter, i'm almost finished my research for this day."

on a warm huff, he fairly nudged your head a little as his body shivered at the trifling lace of your warm breathing on his neck, right on top of his birthmark, the sign which was particularly precious and personal to him.

with your touch, you fade into his occupied thoughts, more so when a single finger brushed over the edges of his birthmark, tracing the symbol along his trembling skin. "we should cook together today."

you spin your finger teasingly, pulling it away before suffocating the distance from your lips to his neck, plastering a featherlight peck.

"alright, we will."

albedo held tighter on you now, his adams apple stiffly bobbing against his throat with each kiss you gifted him.

as your venture continued, his body was on the brink of falling limp, your lips were fitting and warm on top of his flesh, thoroughly occupying the deeply sensitive spot on him.

now, his head was steadily laid against yours, embracing a new version of intimacy on each other and relaxing, cozying up until albedo finished the last work load of the day.

— scaramouche

given scaramouche's prior hard comings, he had a troubling time with permitting someone close to him.

in nearly every instance in the past, his body would flinch at each touch from you, but after all, scaramouche was sure you were the one, it stung in him, that very emotion only you brought out right from within.

or perhaps he had just become more acquainted with you and the notion of subtle intimacy, now being the one to normally approach it first.

you were glowing and he couldn't see himself get satiated by your looks alone, not when your warm palms were gathering his trembling cheeks, drawing him near you.

garnering him, your heart stammered, your lips a hairbreadth parted from a burning euphoria.

you placed a lenient, subtle kiss on his forehead, following closely, you leaned yourself back to sweetly nudge his nose before ultimately, connecting to his cold lips.

scaramouche melted into you right away, he practically stumbled forward, that's how much he was anticipating that moment from you.

a light wrinkle converged on his forehead as he concentrated more than he should, essentially still wobbly on his offer to your call, holding his breath and giving himself up to you.

a kiss, close yet subtle, nothing more than that, as you in a trice, broke away with a relaxing, warm smile, eyes linking up promptly.

he flickered down his eyes to your lips again, feebly setting his palm on your cheek when he set his thumb on top of your mouth, without hurrying, tracing from left corner to the right corner.

dedicating his voice to one last question, he spoke, "can i kiss you this time?"

— zhongli

the specific gut feeling in the pits of zhongli's stomach whenever you touched and held him within reach, transpired an intimate reaction on him.

either way, as meticulous as it was, it wouldn't compare to his most dearest spot, his hands and scars.

weightless, that's how your touch felt on him, as you carefully dragged each hand out of his leather gloves, placing the material on the side.

they're pretty and calloused, his fingers were slender and clean but slightly rough around the edges. Besides, a simple touch and caress, was all the more personal with the right person.

it was only you he desired, he cradled with his palms when you too, closed the distance to have them in your hands.

before anything, you will gently brush your thumbs over each knuckle and ridge, tracing the muscles and faint lines of his silken skin, small scars becoming visible in the margins.

overwhelmed with your devotion and care, zhongli did not speak, rather did he give rein to you because his soul understood, perceived and accepted you.

"you have a few scars there." you pointed out the obvious, wiggling your thumb over a pretty abused spot that didn't heal entirely, it must've been of a peculiar, dangerous memory.

sitting upright in front of you, zhongli beheld his gaze on your face, a modest smile whittling on the corners of his mouth.

"yes, but i do not remember where i have gotten it from."

his head plummeted to the side as if he was striving to find an answer as you quietly laughed in return, bit by bit, bringing the scars to your parted lips.

the usual tense muscles in his shoulders relaxed while surveying his eyes on you, paying attention to your further steps.

once assembling his hand towards your face, you delicately smothered each and every scar, offering every blemish the same desiring treatment.

your eyes glared at him from under your lashes, earnestly asking, "how does that feel to you?"

his mouth began to tremble and twitch at the profound sensation of closeness shared right this second.

"it appeals to me."

his warm breathing was expelled from his throat at his sincere admittance, "quite a lot."

this alone had prevented zhongli to say anything at all after his last spoken words, rather he was sure that it was you who could make him feel alive and flourishing again— after all those years he had lived and perceived himself as numb.

— al-haitham

with how alhaitham would normally hold himself in front of other individuals, he was uncharacteristically different with you, at least uncommonly for people who did not know him.

offering his warm welcome to you after arriving to your home from work, you accepted his call and nurtured his tired muscles.

averse from his usual approach, with you, al-haitham's confidence could suffer from your exhilarating, familiar aura surrounding his body.

his gaze shortly lifted to you as you nudged yourself into his neck, gathering his musky, earthy scent in your nostrils. His heartbeat was steady and hammered in a calm manner, vibrating through your skin.

you listened to his every word and breathing, certainly was, that like this, you were more private and dear than almost in any other occasion.

with how close as you were, your lips garnered the courage to plant a sweet kiss along his jaw, lowly nibbling on the thin skin.

al-haitham didn't reply to your gesture, additionally he was pleased and fancied by those subtle touches.

you urged him while never faltering your main aim on his shivering flesh, "tell me more about your day."

one of your hands were located right above his strong chest, where his heart was firmly pummeling in. He found comfort in you, his vigorous arm now entirely winded around you.

"there's not much to tell other than plenty of headaches."

at this, you laughed, consoling his weary, sleepy expression, lingering persistence applying on your featherlight kisses on the underside of jaw, never floundering your attention, essentially sinking to his neck at last to continue.

"leave it to me baby." you speak, tracing your hand down the rills of his stomach, up and down, up and down, "just relax for me, okay?"

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ginnysgraffiti · 1 month

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i've received this ff request but since tumblr deleted it i wasn't able to answer directly to the person who sent it :,)

anyway, here's the ff!

needy y/n, overstimulation, hand-relief, self-stimulation, paul's dirty vision, 18+

&. PAUL ATREIDES x yn.

technically speaking you and paul were engaged.

it was he who declared himself, on the highest dune that could be glimpsed from your fremen camp.

that day the air was pleasant and the sand hardly rose.

you were immersed in a light conversation, which ended with paul meticulously explaining to you how his life was on caladan, his home planet.

life there sounded perfect the way the words slipped out of his perfect lips lightly coated with a few grains of melange spice.

you asked aloud what the sea was like, or rather, what it was.

on arrakis water was way more precious than spice, to stilgar and your people, and you couldn't imagine having an expanse of water (even salty) before your eyes.

paul noticed your incredulous expression and the way you raised your eyebrows and soft giggle left his lips.

looking at you again, he promised that he would take you to bathe in the sea, when political and war affairs would be over and he would finally bring the 'green paradise' written in the prophecy.

however, it wasn't the most romantic and exciting proposal that tickled his mind that day, even if it moved you anyway, because paul...well, he proposed more intimate things than a swim in the sea that evening.

that night you lost your virginity, and even though you were sure it was the same for him too, you didn't ask.

from the memory of that evening, bathed in your liquids and covered in sweet spice, paul's body never left your mind.

never.

in fact it was real torture when stilgar kept him for training or jessica took him out of your sight to talk about family or personal things.

one way or another, you and paul never had another chance to get back as close as the first evening, and it burned your gastric juices.

his mind was like war-set, and you didn't know if he could have time to satisfy your needs.

that evening you could still hear paul handling with his cryss, outside, probably with his skin shiny with sweat and his curls stuck to his forehead.

you coul hear his fighting movements, his labored breathing, and your mind could even see his hands shaking with adrenaline and his veins pumping.

that dirty thought got you soaked without even noticing.

now it was your breathing that stopped, and the only thing you wanted was for paul to enter the tent and touch you as only he did, and as only he had stopped (due to commitments) from doing...

the knot in the intestine wouldn't go away and the temperature seemed like a thermometer about to explode...

maybe you had a fever, maybe it was the effect it had on you.

he had on you.

you tried to make time fly by as much as possible, waiting for paul to get back to the tent, even though he would be too tired for any unhealthy plan you might have running through your gut.

your hands started to shake and a wave of tingles sucked you in

you felt the heat of your skin, even more accentuated by the fact that paul could return at any moment; a fire so hot that it only excited you terribly.

an unhealthy idea, in fact, took place in your mind and your hands began to move and travel across your body.

your breathing started to get heavy at the idea that paul could touch you like that. because you knew he could.

yes.

you dragged your own hands over your skin, starting with your neck and then in circular motions over your breasts before lingering on your belly.

the rhythm of your fingers becomes irregular and with the other hand you started making circular movements on the clitoris, now nothing but moans and incoherent words come out of your mouth.

you wanted paul.

your body felt the keen need to be touched by him, only by him.

you tried to push your fingers a little further in but you felt too close that you couldn't hide the desire to come thinking about how he would touch you.

you tried to regain some sanity when two strong hands pinned you even tighter against the carpet of the tent.

"were you practicing without me?"

his voice was incredibly hoarse and forced, perhaps due to training.

you couldn't tell if there was a smile or a threatening expression on his lips, by now your mouth was open, your head tilted back slightly and your fingers still down there.

you gave him a quick glance.

you were shocked, terrified and mesmerized.

those warm words wrapped in the smell of sweat, spice and vanilla from him made you tremble from head to toe...

a small laugh hit your ears, making you jump, and paul's hands grazed your arms, your hips, your chest, your breasts.

"really? touching yourself in the tent? without me? man, you must be so soaked..."

now his gaze was locked on your fingers still there.

fuck.

he moved the blanket and gently took them, putting them in his mouth and tasting your juices.

you moaned at his gesture, trying to look away but you were already too sensitive that you threw your head back again.

paul's lips passed over the tense skin of your neck, traveling along the jugular that was pumping like a madman, before stopping on your ear and blowing on it.

"why don't we get this done, hm? it would be a waste...and i need you, y/n" he hinted at an amused grin.

you could hear he was deadly needy.

you loved it.

"god y/n...i beg you, touch yourself again"

this was really unexpected from Paul.

your eyes widened, but his intentions were real.

you then adjusted your position and you could feel the grin return to his face as your movements resumed slow, in and out, but now they were picking up the pace faster as at the sight of your boyfriend the excitement only accelerated in you.

you moaned his name, helpless to do anything else.

you pushed two fingers inside again, you couldn't take it anymore...

you needed him.

now.

“hell the sounds you make…are you close, y/n?”

you nodded slightly and he grinned proudly.

he got even closer and your heartbeat accelerated dramatically.

you had a machine gun instead of a heart.

hopelessly you instinctively clung to his shoulders, to his muscular neck, as his hands ran up your thighs.

his deep eyes stared at you and instead of being intimidated you felt hypnotized.

two fingers slipped inside your mouth, inviting it to open.

and you, victim of his beauty, did it.

he brushed his lips against your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin, marking it with possession.

your knees shook and a burning heat exploded between your thighs that you had to grip onto his shoulders again.

paul had already taken off your clothes.

you suddenly found yourself completely naked.

he slipped a thigh between your legs and pressed his knee against your most sensitive spot.

damn...

you closed your eyes and pressed your lips together to suppress a moan, maybe an orgasm.

you felt giddy, excited and hungry.

so much so that, against all shame, you began to follow those movements.

you wiggled your hips, grinding against her muscular leg.

he increased the intensity to let you feel him even more.

"you like it like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire for him.

his kisses became more merciless and wild and his tongue melts against mine.

he then let one hand slide down.

he smiled at you, then kissed you softly.

paul continued to act skillfully but very slowly and, moving to the clit, he rubbed it with his index finger, then squeezed it tightly with his thumb.

that damn expert touch made you delirious.

he immediately withdrew his finger, however, giving you a jolt of indescribable pleasure and you let out a cry.

he stuck his finger in again, briefly.

he caressed your entire calf and then moved up your leg and ended up on your inner thigh.

"i want to kiss you here."

you froze at his words, but nodded.

something about the roughness he was practicing and the sweet permission that escaped his lips made you love him even more.

he leaned in and gently placed his lips on it.

with his wet tongue he licked on your clit, while his thin and veiny hands held your waist tightly.

"i feel you so tight..." he murmured.

he licked some more and his blue but not totally fremen eyes darkened feeling your sensitive spot twitch.

"were you like this even when you touched yourself for me?"

you tensed.

"relax baby...enjoy the moment, hm?"

he pushed his finger deeper but his words made you trust him and you tilted your head back, making your pupils roll as your hands ran through his hair to release the accumulated tension.

you pulled them even tighter, trying to tell him something you couldn't with words.

"say it" as if he almost read your mind, he ordered in the fremen language, and you almost actually came...

he turned you on like hell when he spoke in the same language as you...

you looked at him biting your lips and your gaze fell on his mouth swollen and purple from his kisses.

his breaths are panting and fast, like yours.

then when he placed a small and delicate kiss on your belly you finally melted.

"do it, paul"

as soon as you felt his hot tongue inside you, his whole tent began to turn, move, distort above my eyes.

you pushed your hips against his mouth.

he didn't stop, in fact, he continued to lick me.

you were shaking and panting against the fabric of the carpet.

when you finally felt you were close again the mix of sensations was too powerful...

you were distraught, sweaty and hot.

"do you really think we're done? i still have to make up for all the last nights, baby."

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Twst boys preferences for their partners

First of all, sorry for taking so long my rosies 😭😭 schools have been getting to me and I'm trying to catch up with the twst stuff again such as reading the story to understand the characters better! My bestie @twst-megane has been helping me a lot with this once again so tysm 🙏🙏🙏

Characters: All NRC students (except Ortho) x Reader Genre: Fluff Reminder: This is just a headcanon post, so even if you aren't your loved one's preference, do not worry! Remember, love might have preference, but it's never the final thing that decides one's partner, so rest assured~ Your lovely twst boys love you no matter what 🌹❤️ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (coming soon)

🐙 Azul 🐙

- If you manage to date a charismatic, handsome guy like him then I'd say his s/o is the world's luckiest person ever~ He isn't a person who would easily give his heart to someone else considering what happened to him in the past, so it takes time for him to genuinely fall for someone, and you just so happen to be very special to gain his affection! - He would need a s/o who is emotionally intelligent enough, someone that be able to pick up his feelings even though the signs are so subtle, he might brush it off mostly to keep up the professionalism but I'm sure you're the only one that he can trust showing his real side to you with the way you genuinely care and love him despite not being super touchy or show it obviously. - Because of the past he had, his insecurities are also something that needs a warm helping hand. A s/o with a caring, loving tendency would do so he won't think lowly of himself whenever he's around them. Perhaps at one point, despite his initial charismatic, calm appearance, he would think that he doesn't deserve someone as amazing as you. How can you care so much for him like that even after knowing his past or all the terrible things he did? Yet you just wipe those thoughts away from his mind with a gentle, soft reassurance as your hands caress his, feeling each other's warmth... and you caught his ears turning red~ - He pays attention to his appearance a lot especially after he comes on land, since he can nicely dress himself up and also even change his scent with different kinds of colognes. So I think he would have preferences for appearance too for a partner, maybe a s/o that knows how to dress themselves nicely enough, no need for fancy make-up or flashy clothing, but would be a nice touch if they like to use perfume like him too. He is pretty keen with his senses, and maybe he took a liking to you due to your scent... but he wouldn't openly admit that it smells really nice (or he gonna end up blushing and getting teased by the tweels). - Bonus: Azul would be the type to fumble at first when he got into a relationship, so being patient and teaching him would get him to fall even more for his s/o. He might study and research beforehand, but nothing comes as close as a real experience after all, he would get really flustered during your first kiss or when you embrace him... like a shy octopus, so just take it slow and intimate with him💖

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🐬Jade 🐬

- Being someone who loves to serve someone as his nature, it's no surprise when his s/o usually being the one receiving instead of giving. He wouldn't have a specific preference when it comes to finding a partner, but he would like it if his s/o let him serve them, it's something he likes to do and he wants you to enjoy it too. Being dependent on him, asking for his help with something when you can't do it by yourself, and he would immediately be there to lend a helping hand. Don't hold back or feel bad because like I said, it's something he likes doing after all. - Though I think he would like it if his s/o treated him equally too, like they're both on the same ground and not just a serving/receiving relationship only. He would find it fascinating that someone like you thought of him that way despite how he keeps offering his service to you, it's just... interesting to him, he probably gave you one of those smiles of his and brushed it off to you but little did you know... you have become the most intriguing person in his eyes and he would like to study you more. (Think of it as a good thing! Probably...) - If his s/o happens to show interest in him, he would be curious and start bringing up topics such as his hobby if they're curious about it, like for example: terrariums or mushrooms. Even better if his s/o actually shows genuine attention to them, he would feel delighted as you both talk about the said topic for hours until it's time to bid goodbye and get back. He felt like he seemingly just found a great partner, someone he is interested in as you're also interested in him... I'd say it's a special mutual feeling~ - He probably has researched a lot about the fashion on the land, hence why you see him dress up really well in a lot of times, so I think he would like it if his s/o knew how to dress nicely on the right occasion. Like Azul, he doesn't need you to wear fancy or flashy clothing, but just taking care of your look properly is enough, maybe some light perfume would catch his attention too as he would be able to tell that you were here or you're around this area easier with your scent (It's less work for him in a sense too) - Bonus: I think surprises would get him the most. Maybe something like knowledge about mushrooms or attempting to build a mini terrarium and show it to him, he would be delighted that you actually spent time on something like this just to impress him, and you sure did but that's not the only thing that will happen (his heart will be impressed too) 💖

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🦈Floyd 🦈

- The most unpredictable out of all characters, he can have such constant mood swings that make it hard for others to keep up with him, so I think his s/o should be someone that at least be able to handle them and doesn't get impatient with it. The moment he gets bored with someone he'll move on quickly, as such, patience is something that you would need when you date Floyd. If you can't keep up with his eccentric, constantly changing personality or easily get irritated then it'll be hard to put the relationship together. - He is pretty open when it comes to dating or preference because he won't be the one the reciprocate easily, his s/o should be someone who at least show constant interest in him or know how to get loose and have fun occasionally of when the right time come, maybe even know to play pranks too. He would be surprised in a way that makes him all chuckling and laughing in an... interesting way, don't worry, it's just how he usually is so don't get too startled, it just means he's having fun and you'd probably prefer it whenever he does. Also, it means he's having fun because of you, which is a great thing since you're that intriguing to him! - Though, it doesn't have to be someone that know how to have fun all the time, it could be a s/o who is pretty attentive, they can read his body language or treat him with genuine emotions, especially to not treat him like he's stupid or a fool. He might act like that but he needs respect too! I think he would be pretty impressed if you're able to guess what is he thinking right now from his behaviors (considering only Jade would be able to do that) and would squeeze you like a happy eel guy he is. - Unlike Azul and Jade, I don't think he would have a preference for appearance too much since he's pretty open to anything. He also doesn't pay attention to his looks most of the time too since well... You see how he dresses up most of the time. But since he's pretty interested in shoes, maybe if you happen to have a bit of knowledge about them then it'll impress him since he's quite fixated on the said topic. I think he would be pretty keen with his nose too so he can tell what kinda scent you got like Jade, he probably doesn't have a favorite scent but as long as it's nothing too heavy or so then he'll be absolutely whipped~ - Bonus: Squeezing hours is the most effective way for someone like Floyd! He will give you a silly sea creature nickname as a way to show his affection but also hug- I mean, squeeze you often too whenever he caught a glimpse of you around the school. If you treat him well he'll really enjoy being around you, so I hope you're ready for the most random squeezing ever from the silly guy himself 💖

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🕌Kalim🕌

- This big ball of sunshine definitely needs someone who knows how to take care of others or be attentive, knowing how clumsy he can be, he needs a s/o who loves to take care of him or pay a lot of attention just in case he accidentally injures himself again (might as well call you Jamil's sibling-), but when he sees how worried you look whenever you look out for him, he will try his best to be careful with himself too! The last thing he wanna see is your sad face after all so he'll remember your advice as best as he can! - He needs someone who has stability and balance to themselves so they won't feel tired out when they're with him, knowing how energetic he can be. Taking care of himself and making sure he's okay is one thing, but he also wants you to look out for your health too and not just all about him! You both would look out for each other (even though it's mostly your side), it's a relationship of caring and giving mutually and constantly~ - I feel like other than stability, he would like a s/o who knows how to have fun too when the time comes. Who wouldn't like some fun once in a while! He probably drags his s/o around to have fun with him, whether it be having a banquet or a ride with the magic carpet, he wants to see that pretty smile of yours every day, especially when you stay by his side, it just makes things more special to him you know? It's like he's the only one that can make you all bright and cheered up or show you a whole new world! - I think when he gets into a relationship, he can be a bit of a big puppy or touchy, I mean, who doesn't enjoy a warm, loving hug from your loved one? So he might need a s/o that doesn't mind too much skinship at the time or maybe even enjoys sudden hugs out of nowhere. Of course, he still knows how to respect boundaries at times or read the mood, but when he gets too happy he just couldn't help but embrace you! You bring him immense joy, so treasure those moments as much as you can, because there isn't anybody else that's like him after all. - Bonus: It's a bit hard to get him to like someone in a specific way, since in a sense anything could get him to like you, he is pretty easy to gain affection with how soft and kind he is compared to other characters, but if you're being forward and direct with your feelings then he'll surely return those feelings even stronger or brighter like the sunshine he is💖

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🐍Jamil 🐍

- Being the vice leader of Scarabia with tons of work every day, I'm sure he can get very tired sometimes even though he doesn't show it on his face; that's why I think he needs a s/o that would be there to take care and reminds him to get loose or to take breaks in between. He's the one giving most of the time so it would be nice if it's the opposite once in a while. It doesn't need to be anything too grand, just a gentle reminder from you or maybe you can be sweeter and put a small note in between his school books with tiny scribbles here in there that reads "Daily reminder: Take a break in between! ;)". He definitely would not show it to anyone else in case he gets embarrassed, but he really appreciates that someone cares for him this much and wants the best for him despite the way he keeps burdening himself with work and chores and doesn't have too much free time. - Like Kalim, he probably needs someone who is also stable and has balance in their life so they can manage themselves better without needing other's help, he would be impressed his s/o knows how to organize things so well without his help (since he usually ended up being the helping hand most of the time) and wonder if you grow up being by yourself or perhaps used to be the same situation as him... Either way, he would compliment you for your independence and admit it out loud, he isn't a person who saves the praising for nothing. Speaking of that, maybe you could give some compliments to him too in return for his hard work. He is used to praises, but if it comes from you then it just hits differently. It feels like he actually got appreciated genuinely with kindness! - He's a member of the basketball club and is very good at the said sport, so I think he would like a s/o that also has decently good stamina to keep up with him. As in whenever he's busy, you can be there to help him out including all the heavy work too. And don't let his "It's okay, I'm used to it" get to you! Or maybe whenever the chances come, be the one that serves him. No, not as in the literal sense of serving like a servant, but just let him sit down, take a breather, and make sure he got enough rest (and no but for him!) - He won't have a preference much for appearance in my opinion, he is pretty open to any type of look, but perhaps he would like someone who is more expressive or cheerful looking than him. He isn't a very emotional person, so if he sees his partner being lively and happy then he'll unconsciously smile before he realizes it, even though he sighs at first after that realization (He does sigh a lot, but it's more like in a "guess it can't be helped then" kinda way y'know). - Bonus: Acts of gratitude and kindness will get him to fall for someone the most. If his s/o is willing to lend a helping hand or make the work lighter for him, he'll be thankful though he might insist that you don't need to help him (since he is used to it), but don't give up! It always takes time for a person to fall in love, and that includes Jamil so just be patient, your kindness will surely get to his heart 💖

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👑 Vil 👑

- In my opinion, he would have the highest standard when it comes to appearance out of all the characters in here. I mean, he's the housewarden of Pomefiore we're talking about here, his standard is if not, someone that looks like they take care of themselves well at the very least. He will not stand people that don't do self-care or at least pay attention to their appearance! As the sentence goes "How you look is how you treat yourself", he is definitely taking that motto seriously (and no but!). - However, despite his strict nature, he's still a person with a soft side deep down. If his s/o is someone who isn't confident about their appearance or feels like they look "bad", he's here to erase those thoughts away! He'll make sure his s/o is the most shining diamond in the crowd, that they'll look as pretty as him to show how powerful you two are as a couple, and nobody will get to slander you or your look, not when the dorm leader of Pomefiore is here. Those who bully you will never get to see the sunlight again the moment he find out, he can be very terrifying if he's angry after all, and he isn't someone weak either, only fools would dare to pick a fight with him or you - his precious, beautiful partner. - Do try to not get sad if he acts strict around you, since he's always acting like that in pursuit of beauty, and he also wants the best for you. He will remind you to properly take care of yourself both physically and mentally, and make sure you get the best of the best treatment, even if it comes off as a bit harsh. He wants to see one's hard efforts they put into themselves, how much they went through to appear as they want today, it's just like him too, and that's why he'll feel really proud once his words really come through and see how confident you're in your current look and will praise you for it, like serious, genuine praising, and Vil is definitely not someone that give cheap compliments easily! - When it doesn't come to beauty-related topics, he can actually give you useful advice to improve your health or study. Surprises or not, he is very strong despite his elegant, poised look. Of course, you aren't the only one that gets shocked at this. (As you can see what happened to Ace and Deuce) Even better if you take his advice seriously and start taking care of your health, he'll be really proud that you actually listen to him instead of some other stubborn potatoes out there. - Bonus: He is pretty hard to come through, but I believe acts of genuine emotions will get to his heart the most. Instead of praising and admiring his beauty, you could admire the efforts that he put in instead. Tell him that he has gone through a lot, or that he is very hardworking, very attentive or always wants the best for himself. He'll be delighted to hear that's what you like... no, love about him instead of his usual beautiful look. He'll admit it, for a little potato, you sure know how to really appreciate someone else genuinely that even he can feel it 💖

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🍎Epel 🍎

- I think for Epel, he would need someone who wouldn't judge others based on their look and look at their real strength instead. As someone appearing ephemeral and dainty, he would often get called pretty in a way that makes him sound weak, and it's not something he likes at all. So, as his s/o, the first thing you should do is not judging him and treat him equally! He'll like compliments but not those that make him sound too cutesy or fragile. - Maybe his s/o could be someone that has the same situation as him: appearing weak but having a strong and somewhat even rumble personality. You two would get along due to the mutual feelings of understanding each other's struggles. He would find relief knowing someone having the same troubles as him as you guys both talking and laughing to each other, gradually getting relaxed the more you two hung out. Epel rarely ever shows his real self to someone else due to how difficult to make out what he's saying with his accent, but with you, he feels like it's a normal thing as you also show your real side to him as well more than just one time, it's like a mutual thing. It's okay if you didn't get what he meant at first but I think you'll... get it eventually. - I think he would like a s/o that is also physically strong, as he always admires and looks up to Savanaclaw students for that reason, so the moment he found out how easily you can lift up those chairs or have good stamina, our apple boy would be impressed! Even better if you rarely ever show your strength, he will ask you such things like how can you be that strong?? Or teach him your training methods! And maybe he would end up idolizing you even, for how amazing you're to him! - I think he'll like a s/o that is also pretty creative in their work. Since he has a great apple-cutting skill and can turn a normal apple into beautiful pieces of art so they'll attract others better, that's why he'll be impressed seeing someone artistic or creative with turning normal, ordinary things into arts like him. It feels like you're someone who can see the beautiful potential from the plainest thing ever without any judgment beforehand, like how you see the real, hidden strength in him despite his appearance. - Bonus: For someone who is actually very competitive and rumbles on the inside, maybe he'll fall for someone who is on the same level of competitiveness as him. Just you two going around having fun activities, like flying around the school with the broom, playing magishift together, etc. Or even having competitions of the most random thing ever, Epel feels like he doesn't need to restrict himself in any way whatsoever when he's with you, and that would get him to fall for you so much 💖

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🏹Rook🏹

- A true fan of beauty, he would praise anyone with pretty words or being a bit... overwhelming with it. So I think he doesn't really have a big preference since in a sense he would literally call others pretty, but if his s/o is someone who also loves beauty or somehow gets what he means then he'll be so impressed he starts praising you a whole lot instead. (It's his way of showing affection, so I hope you can keep up with it). He tends to find other people interesting in one way or another, and thus he would feel the same about you, so try to not be too startled if he suddenly appears out of nowhere and greets you in French or asks you the most random question ever (whether you expect it or not). He's pretty affectionate in his own way after all. - Although he may look and act like it, I think he can tell when someone has a beautiful heart or not. If his s/o is someone with an admirable, pretty heart then you're about to catch him painting a portrait of you soon enough with tears in his eyes (he means it genuinely though, looking like it or not). People often find him weird due to his eccentric personality so trust me, you aren't the first one that feels like that... but once you get used to it and start talking to him more often, you'll find out that he's actually a really kind, supportive person. He loves encouraging others and seeing their strength, such a sparkly, beautiful thing to see one's willpower! (according to him) - He is also a pretty sociable person, so maybe his s/o could be someone who can be sociable enough or have enough energy to keep up with random conversations, it would be tiring to be in a relationship with someone like him when you don't like socializing now wouldn't it? Of course, as a (surprisingly) attentive person, he'll know how to set the boundary between you two, but he always hopes you're up for a conversation with him since you're so interesting! He's amazed every time he watches over you and your behavior (it's just one of his habits... as a hunter, or so he said). - Since he has a very specific sense of beauty and art, maybe his s/o could also be a fellow appreciator of art and poetry. Not many people are seriously into arts as they would find it rather "old-timed", so the moment he knows, he'll be super whipped with you and the way you view art in your eyes! It doesn't even have to be historical, renascence type of art, if your sense of beauty is unique, he'll be attracted to them as well and to you, that just means you're so special in his eyes~ - Bonus: He is definitely into surprises no doubt! A small bouquet, a random doodle or sketch or even just a compliment will do, he loves it when he receives such beautiful things from you that he might end up shedding tears (again, but it's a good thing y'know) 💖

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To be continued! Stay tuned for part 3~

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do you think joel would say anything reassuring if he noticed reader was embarrassed of her pubic hair after the outbreak? i force myself to believe yes

oh definitely.

it actually really worries you. you remember a few things from before the outbreak and one of them was certainly the attitude toward body hair in the early 2000s, the hairless women in magazines, the expectations for them in movies and tv shows. so it's hard to erase that part in your brain that tells you it still matters despite the current circumstances.

the first time you're intimate with joel it's all you can think about, and he knows immediately something is wrong.

"hey," he whispers, stroking your cheek with his thumb and peering down at you with a concerned expression, "we can stop, we don't have to go any further."

you shake your head, "no, i want to. i'm just... i'm embarrassed."

his brow furrows, "why, sweetheart?"

you bite down on your lip, already feeling small and humiliated at the thought of having to say the words. he must realize you're having trouble articulating it so he begins to quietly worship you until you're ready, kiss you all over your face, your neck, your chest. your shirt is already off, breasts exposed as he trails his lips across your flesh, pulling one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking gently. you keen beneath his touch, hand coming up to grip his hair.

"you're beautiful, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," he murmurs as he pulls away from your breast, moves downward even more to press kisses along your abdomen and belly, "absolutely perfect," he whispers, kissing the tops of your thighs, sliding down even further as his fingers loop into the fabric of your underwear.

"wait!" you sit up a bit, looking down at him with what you're sure is a frightened expression.

he lets go of your panties immediately, looks up at you with a worry creased brow again, "what is it, baby? tell me," he palms your thighs soothingly, moving his hands back and forth in a comforting way, "have you never done this before? because that's okay, i don't mind."

you shake your head again, "i have, b-but..."

he waits patiently, lips downturned into a frown. you feel so bad disrupting his pleasure like this but you're so nervous, you don't know what else to do.

"the last guy i slept with, he said some...things," you wince at the memory.

joel's eyes go dark, but not in a sexy or anticipatory way, "what kind of things?"

"well, i'm..." you exhale loudly, "i'm hairy."

he raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, looking at you with disbelief, "so?"

you stare at him, unsure what to say, "um. well. it was a problem for him, he said it was ugly."

the darkness in his eyes is definitely anger. he thumbs your thighs and takes a deep breath, "well i'm not him," he finally says, swallowing back insults he wants to fling at the man who would say such a thing to you, "and i'm from a different generation, sweetheart. i like it, trust me."

"you do? really?" you're not sure if you believe him, biting your lip again.

"i swear," he says, eyes softening at your insecurity, a small smile playing at his lips, "will you let me show you?"

you nod slowly, "y-yes."

you ease yourself back down on the bed and watch as joel fingers the loops on your underwear again, pulling them down your legs. you feel yourself making a face, wanting to hide away but knowing he wouldn't want you to. you watch as finishes taking them off and brings his full attention to your naked pussy in all it's unshaven glory. his eyes have gone dark again, but there's certainly no anger to be seen.

"fuck," he whispers, and brings his thumb from your thigh to your center, pressing it lightly against your clit. your hips buck and you stifle a moan, still watching him take you in, "oh, sweetheart, you're fucking beautiful."

you feel yourself turn red, "you don't have to say that, it's okay."

he shakes his head, eyes still glued to where he's touching you, his other hand coming over to pull one of your lips back a bit, open you up for him. he makes a guttural groaning noise at the sight.

"baby, i mean it," he murmurs, "you're so fucking pretty. gonna treat you so good, so right. make you forget about that stupid." he leans down and licks a stripe up your opening, making you shiver, "fucking." he presses a kiss to your clit, "idiot."

"joel." you whine, and the fear is suddenly gone, evaporated into thin air. now it's just you and him in his bed, no insecurities or worries present.

"i know, baby," he breathes, the tip of his thumb slipping slightly inside your hole as he kisses your clit again, "gonna make this absolutely perfect little pussy feel so good."

#NOT ME JUST SITTING HERE WRITING SMUT ABOUT TO MISS MY FUCKING BUS #joel miller x reader #*

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wishing-stones · 6 months

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Are the boys into soulplay? Like- you know that trope where souls are incredibly sensitive in a spicy way? Would they be into that? -

This has been sitting unfinished so long in my drafts jfc

Killer has to be convinced. His is always on display and does get brushed on occasion. He's gotten good at ignoring accidental contact, but genuine touching of the soul with Intent to make him feel good? That's... an entire level of intimacy that he's... he's not sure about. You have to go slow and be gentle, but in the face of glaring acceptance and even love for him entirely, he's not going to object. Chances are he's not even going to be able to vocalize anything, he's too busy alternatively feeling the pleasure and feeling the all-encompassing warmth of being known. It's still a really scary thing, though so... this will be something done sparingly.

Dust is a little gunshy, too, but... mostly because he doesn't want to see the damage he's done to it. He hasn't really seen his soul since... well, everything. You can convince him, but he won't be comfortable looking at it. He'd rather lay back with his arm over his sockets and just... feel. Be very, very gentle, because he might have a bit of a hair trigger here. He could also very easily get overwhelmed if you pour on too much stimulation all at once, so slow and careful is the best way to deal with him.

Axe is a little more accepting of this if you've been together for a while. He'd be delighted to have you know him so intimately, actually, but it's going to be a mutual thing. He'll let you touch his first, just so you understand how deeply personal this is for him, and wouldn't you know it, you have a melty puddle of Axe. He can take a little more firm contact with his soul, but be careful you don't squeeze too hard. He basks in the feeling of all of your good Intent shot directly into the core of his being. His soul has a little damage, but is arguably the most normal-looking. Once you get your feet wet with handling his soul, he will handle yours, and you'd better be ready because he loves you so much.

Cross is hesitant, but if he really trusts you, he'll allow it. He's very tense until you actually have his soul in your hands. Show him your Intent, and he's absolutely putty. He'll put his head in your lap and just, enjoy it. He's practically immobilized by emotion, and depending on how you handle him, he might tear up. Still, he enjoys it immensely, especially when your Intent to make him feel good permeates his entire being. It's a little embarrassing being so vulnerable, but... he trusts you. He'd like to return the favor, if you'll let him, actually. It's an experience he thinks you should have.

Baggs is very hesitant to let anyone near his soul. He already messed with it enough, he's not sure he'd like someone else touching it. Nevermind that he will (and probably does) gleefully handle yours, your soul can take a bit more than his can. If you're patient and persistent, though, he'll cave eventually on the caveat that he has yours, too. He wants the insurance that he can stop you with a thought if it's too much. It... winds up not being too much because the instant he feels good Intent, he's a puddle. He'll cuddle closer so that he is as physically close to you as he feels he is with his soul in your hands. For someone so vocal with... more physical intimacy, he's very quiet if you're touching his soul. It's very cathartic to him.

Nightmare is a very hard sell. He's massively possessive of his soul and if anyone's ever seen it, they haven't said anything about it. This is not something he's terribly keen on, but you might be able to wear him down eventually. Being a Guardian, his soul is... unique. It is apple-shaped as opposed to the standard heart shape, and is similarly corrupted. it's kind of slimy to touch, but unlike with him, you can wipe it away to reveal the kind of purplish soul beneath. The corruption on his soul offers a small layer of protection, but to touch the soul beneath it is a very new sensation for him. Nightmare and vulnerability don't generally mix very well, so if you have gotten this far, it's forever. This may as well be a proposal. He clings to you and makes some very undignified noises, but since he can feel your Intent directly on his soul, he knows it's okay, that he doesn't need to stop you even if it makes him a little (a lot) anxious to be so intimately known, so have everything that he has built up stripped away and his true self seen for the first time in centuries. The frightened, defensive boy who did what he had to in order to survive, the person he grew into, still frightened of any form of weakness... except for you. He's going to be incredibly clingy and cuddly for a while after that while he processes the gravity of that. You are the only person in five centuries who has ever touched his soul.

It's entirely possible to make them come this way, but it's very different than anything done with ecto. It's so much more intimate and takes them a while to recover from. You have to be very good with aftercare here, reassurances and cuddles because none of them except for Axe, maybe, are very comfortable with being known so completely. Rest assured, though, they'll absolutely return the favor if for no other reason than to help you understand how truly intimate an experience it is.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #cw spicy content?#not really actually but yknow #I love this trope but I never use it LOL

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cellythefloshie · 1 year

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ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ Celly's 300 Follower Appreciation

Huge shoutout to @hagelpoint-3821 for helping me out with this one.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Vince used to lean heavily towards fuck boy behaviour, which often ended in getting dressed and assuring his partner of the night had an uber home - but when he's looking at things a little more seriously he likes to cuddle after sex - just don't expect him to admit it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Of his own body, Vince likes his eyes - though he hates how they can so easily betray him with the emotion they can hold. Vince often finds himself attracted to a partner with nice lips and a smile that is eye-catching to him. He is a big fan of running his fingers over someone's lips before a kiss and will often find himself staring at someone's mouth during a conversation.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Vince has the preference of being able to finish inside their partner without a condom - but only if they are okay with it and the proper precautions/expectations are met by each party. Otherwise, protection is used and/or he will finish on their face/chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Vince has a degradation kink, and loves being on both the giving and receiving end of it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Vince had gotten around, more than he would like to admit to someone he is looking to spend more than a night with - which has him excelling in many aspects but could afford to learn a thing or two more to make him less selfish in bed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Vince doesn't really have a favorite - but more of a default. When he's looking for a general hookup he will just bend his partner over and take them doggy style. But as he seeks to be more intimate he is still experimenting with what he likes best.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) For a hookup, you wouldn't see much personality out of him, but his playful side would begin to come out in the bedroom.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Dunn is very keen on his self-care and grooming habits, and is manscaped to his own liking.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Intimacy is something that Vince struggles with in the bedroom, but it is something he is working on to assure he is getting in touch with his romantic side. But his love language is 100% touch, so even when things aren't sexual, he's always gotta be holding his partner's hand, touching their ass, or stroking their skin.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Vince is an advocate for masturbation, alone and mutually, and is not afraid to request a video from his partner or have a video call with them to sext while he is on the road.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) degradation, unprotected sex, body worship - this man will kiss every inch of his lover, and will also experiment with his partner being a little more dominant.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Vince loves to take his partner in the living room, but has been testing his patience to make it to the bedroom so as to be more intimate with his partner.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Vince loves when his partner takes control and guides him to exactly what they like in bed.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Vince is not a fan of sex in public, this man gets too loud and he cannot afford to get caught - the scandal would be too much for his agent to handle.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Vince always leaned toward being a receiving and not a giving guy - so he isn't all that talented with his mouth and tongue, but he's willing to learn if his partner is willing to be patient with him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Fast and rough sex can leave Vince feeling a little disjointed. He likes to slow things down when he can and enjoy sweet touches and lingering kisses.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Vince used to prefer quickies but as he strives to be more intimate with his partner is seeks to spend more time focusing on them in the bedroom - but he will still enjoy a quickie from time to time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Vince is willing to take risks and experiment when he and his partner find a kink or toy they both agree they would like to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Vince is more likely to lean towards having 1 longer session than multiple shorter sessions.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Vince enjoys keeping toys to use on his partner during sex - or on themselves while he is on the road.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Dunn like a little teasing and even likes being teased himself.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) While Vince is not all that loud, he is not a man that will shy away from being a little louder in bed. He will moan, groan, curse, and he will enjoy every minute of it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Vince is surprisingly good with his words. His dirty talk is impeccable and he gets his partner wet with a single sentence - don't even get him started on the sexting because his partner will get full-on erotica of what he wants to do with his partner.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Beneath his clothes has a lean athletic build, prefers boxer briefs and is packing something generous.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Not too low, he will never refuse the offer for sex, but not too high that it's a distraction. It does not cloud his mind daily, but it can become consuming when he wants it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Vince is the kind of guy that can get up and get on with his day after sex - so he does not shy away from mid-day or morning sex. If it is before bed, it does take him a bit of time to calm down and finally be able to sleep.

#vince dunn #nsft alphabet #hockey rpf #nhl rpf #nhl players #nhl imagine #hockey smut #hockey imagines #;;300

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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hello! i recently found your blog and adore your writing and was wondering if you could write ot8 reaction to you getting your nipples pierced 👀 if you’re not comfortable writing all of them specifically felix, han, and lee know 💕

hii! im so glad you adore my content! thank you for your request and for being patient. i hope this is what you wanted. this is my first ot8 reaction so please let me know your thoughts and opinions on this! 💭

skz reacts to you getting your nipples pierced •°. *࿐

➥ pairing: all x fem!reader

➥ genre: smut [suggestive themes] MDNI

➥ synopsis: you get / have your nipples pierced.

➥ warnings: piercings, implications of nipple and breast play, photo taking during intimate moments - if i missed any, lmk!

➥ words: 1.6k

➥ have a request? send it to me here. read my rules to learn about my guidelines before submitting requests

➥ m.list – ➥ ao3

ʚ Bang Chan ɞ

He'd come with you to the piercing shop. He'd be holding your hand and watching with very beady eyes to make sure the piercer is going their job [ofc they are. chan is just very protective]

You'd be fine with it, the pain wasn't as bad as you thought however, Chan would be the one cringing, asking you countless times if you're okay

As you're healing, he would be very gentle and careful with you. He doesn't want to cause you any more discomfort. He'd be handing you painkillers and ice cold compress.

He'd want to help you clean up your fresh piercings so you would allow him to. Standing in the bathroom, you'd show him how to clean them. Chan would be hyper focused, watching you to make sure he gets it right

Nipple piercings take a while to heal so that means no touching. Chan wouldn't mind it at the beginning but as time goes on, he's dying for a touch. He just wants to play with your nipples, flick his tongue over the bars, just one little touch is all he wants.

ʚ Lee Know ɞ

You got it done whilst you was drunk (don't ever get a piercing whilst drunk, terrible idea btw) thinking it was a good idea

it was, until you got home and fell asleep. You awoke the next morning with a pain in your breasts. You rushed down to Minho and practically flashed him "Look!! I have my nipples pierced!"

The poor man wouldn't know where to look, blood rushing south in an instant. He's angry at you for doing something so reckless but at the same time, he cannot deny the fact that it looks so attractive to him

He knows not to touch whilst healing but he just wants to. So much so that he'd often find himself fantasizing about playing with your nipples

He's ecstatically to know that you're finally healed because that meant he can have a lot of fun with them.

ʚ Changbin ɞ

Changbin would be unsure about it. He cannot decide whether he loves them or not. He's supportive in whatever you do to your body (it is your body after all), he's just not sure

It's not that he's not a fan of body mods, it's just, he knows the dangers and how long it takes for nipples to heal – especially with his own knowledge about the human body due to training.

In his mind, he's looking out for you, which is sweet of him. You know Changbin isn't 100% sure but you went to get them pierced regardless.

You kept it a secret for some time, making excuses when you and Changbin would be intermit with each other. "It's been a long day." "I'm tired." "Maybe tomorrow, Binnie."

Being the sweetheart that he is, he'd understand however he cannot help but feel like you're hiding something for him. It wasn't until you was getting undressed and Changbin accidently walked in on you

His eyes naturally gazed down to you breasts, the metal bar between your nipples showing. His mind went blank. He always thought he wouldn't be too keen on nipple piercings, yet here he is, stood in front of you with a raging hard on.

You'd splutter, trying to hide your breasts because you're worried about what Changbin will think. You didn't want him to hate them, that's for sure so when he found out accidently, you was so sure he would freak out

He took you by surprise when he walked to you, cupping your breasts in his hands. His gaze fixated on the bar that was through your nipples. He would ask you whether it hurts or not and if you was healed.

He'd be hyper fixated on your breasts during intimate time. his hands never leaving you breasts, tongue contently flicking over your bud.

"I thought I wouldn't be so keen, yet here I am, unable to keep my hands off you."

ʚ Hyunjin ɞ

Hyunjin would love the idea of you getting your nipples pierced – he'd even get one himself if he was brave enough

We all know Hyunjin is super artistic so for the next month's, your breats/nipples are all he would draw. No one would that it's your breasts he is constantly drawing. There's just something artistic Hyunjin finds in you having your nipples pierced.

Sometimes, he would ask for you to pose for him. Dressing you in nothing but a sheer top so your nipples could be seen. You'd feel shy, posing for Hyunjin in such a lewd way, but you didn't hate it – you love that Hyunjin adores your decorated nipples.

During intimacy, Hyunjin would he quick to pull out his camera and snap a few photos (possibly videos) of you. He'd stash them away in a secret folder, to save for a rainy day.

ʚ Jisung ɞ

He'd be the one to suggest a nipple piercing, claiming it would look oh so attractive on you. (he most likely saw some anime girl that looked like you with her nipples pierced 🤷🏻‍♀️)

What he didn't bank on, is that in reality, it looked a thousand times better than what he thought.

The poor boy wouldn't know what to do or where to look. Having to wait for them to heal would be torture to him.

When they are healed, oh boy, it's like something deep within him has come out. we all know Jisung had some perverted tendencies to him so its not surprise he would request you to wear no bras, sheer / revealing clothing.

When in public, Jisung would a hundred percent have to drag you to the public restrooms, due to the fact that he cannot get your breasts out off his mind (and the fact your wearing little to no clothing underneath your coat)

Soon, your nipples would get sore and tender from Jisung playing with them too much. The poor boy just don't know when to stop. whilst your poor nipples are healing (once again), Jisung would result to taking photos, much like Hyunjin, saving them in his folder specifically named 'wank material'

He's so in love with your piercings that he would buy the majority of your nipple jewellery. It would range from pink bars, hearts, bats, explicit wording – you name it! If Jisung thinks it looks nice on you, he buys it. although, he does like the pink, glittery hearts, they give that 'innocent' affect on you and he loves it.

ʚ Felix ɞ

Felix loves your body, body mods or not. When you show him your piercings for the first time, he would be stunned

Like Changbin, he doesn't hate it but it takes some time to get use to. He liked that you had this innocent feel to him and now seeing you with nipple piercings stripped away that feel.

To Felix, your happiness is everything to him, so if you're happy, he is happy. He would be so delicate around your breast, scared of touching or playing with them in case he accidentally pulled one out

Months in and Felix was getting use to seeing metal in your nipples, although he was still very very careful around you. It wasn't until one intimate moment where Felix was so consumed by pleasure that he forgot

He flicked and rolled your nipples between his fingers. Your moans would be nothing like he has heard before. Your piercings left your nipples hyper sensitive – so sensitive you could cum just from them being played with

Felix loved that. His dom side showing straight away. He made it his goal to make you cum purely from playing with your sensitive nipples. He felt some type of accomplishment when he managed to do that "You see that? I did that to you, no one else but me. Don't you forget that."

Like Jisung, Felix would also like to buy you your jewellery, however, unlike Jisung who liked the 'innocent' look, Felix would buy you jewellery that would represent him. That way, he was always with you, no matter where or when. He liked that controlling aspect of it

ʚ Seungmin ɞ

i feel like Seungmin wouldn't really care. Of course he would have his opinions on it and that would be that it doesn't look that bad, however, I feel like Seungmin doesn't have much to say or feel about body mods in generally

he strikes me as the type of person to be like "It's your body, you go for it. As long as you're happy and safe, that's all that matters."

ʚ Jeongin / I.N ɞ

being the maknae, I feel like he doesn't have much experience when it comes to this type of things

How does he react? Feel? He would be so overwhelmed with his thoughts and feelings that he would lag, cheeks and ears flush red. He would act like a virgin, all shy and flustered

You'd find it adorable. That little sadistic side of you would tease him. You'd flash him randomly, grab his hand and place it on your breast so he could feel your piercing. You love his reaction, so much so that you would want to dom him in the bedroom department

and dominate you did. One look and he would be weak at the knees, flustered and shy. He would melt into your touch, his mind fuzzy with so many thoughts and possibilities.

He would be so gentle with you – maybe too gentle. You would have to ask him to be a bit rougher with you, claiming that it's okay when he would object. You love seeing his hands gripping your breasts. Your breasts would look so small in his hands (I mean, he does have big hands and long fingers, like, c'mon!) you adore it!

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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Bubble baths

Sort of a continuation of this lyle fic, but recom now! (Mainly a surprise gift for @thevanityofthefox)

Sequel to

Summary: Recom!Lyle is a little body conscious but decides to share a bubble bath with his partner!

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, na'vi gentles differences (Will link the post if I find it but picture that scene from the shape of water)

Of all the team Lyle found himself adjusting the easiest. Miles brooded, Mansk was grumpier than normal and even Lopez wasn't up to joke around. He felt Walker and Zdog at least had more of an excuse, their biology was the most altered.

Although at least they still looked themselves downstairs. Lyle grumbled at the ken doll look he sported in the mirror. The lab coats had given them a very amusing sex ed lesson. One they could barely get through from the laughter of their audience.

He was still there, just tucked up and hidden. Suppose that explained the loin cloths their enemies wore, nothing to hide. Well not entirely true, the human DNA left him still with his happy trail.

He'd avoided being intimate with you since he'd returned. You were keen no question but he just wasn't comfortable yet. Angel you were you'd backed down, being extremely affectionate without pushing it.

It was incredibly frustrating. Of course you had no idea how bad he wanted you, innocently pecking his cheek, sharing his bed, cuddling. All perfectly tame behavior, it was Lyle's mind that kept dwelling on your touch. The feel of your hands on him, your soft flesh squishing against him under the covers.

You'd been enjoying the new facilities. Lyle's room was even bigger now at Bridgehead. Large soft bed, windows, a desk big enough for both of you and the en suite. This new bathroom had you giddy, jumping in place and holding his arm.

It was pretty nice, even he had to admit it. Walk in shower, large sink, lots of surface space and the centerpiece, a huge bath tub. This truly was massive, easily five times the size of any he'd seen before. Though with his new body it had to be. Even so he'd probably still have to raise his knees to fit but the water could go up to his chest.

He'd not been in yet. He'd joked you were never out of it to the others. Prager smiling cheekily at him from across the table.

"You could join them!" He smirked, jabbing Walker beside him.

"You better or I will!" Ja clapped his shoulder taking a seat beside him. Lyle feigned jealousy, demanding a duel for your honour. It didn't bother him, their jokes were just that and he trusted you more than anyone.

It was in that spirit he entered your shared room. The tell tale light and steam coming from the bathroom. He was being silly, he knew it. You wouldn't shame him for his new form, it was his problem and he wanted to deal with it.

He entered the room, removing his shirt and tossing it to the bed. He'd been in plenty of times while you'd bathed or showered now. There was no shyness left in you as you grinned from the tub.

"Dinner good?" You hummed, your eyes slipping closed again. You'd even lit some scented candles he'd found for you. Hell he should have got some rose petals! You looked beautiful in the bubbles, skin glowing in the dim flames.

"Mhm, nothing beats grubs and roots." He joked, new diet had been hard to adjust to. He stood at the mirror above the sink, stalling a moment. He heard you shift in the water behind him, glancing at your reflection. You moved to the edge closest to him, gazing up his bare back.

He took a deep breath, unbuckling his belt. The seconds dragged on in to infinity, it felt torturous. He watched your gaze linger on his figure, drinking in his muscled back. He remembered your first night on the base, you fingers lazily tracing his glowing freckles in the dark. His throat tightened as he unzipped his trousers, letting them fall and kicking them away.

"Mind if I join you?" He called over his shoulder, his voice calmer than he felt. His heart fluttered at your spreading grin, exited to be close to him.

"Sure!" You chirped, "Big spoon or little?" you added. It'd been a joke at first but he'd come to really enjoy being little spoon at night. Your frame wrapping around him, tucking his head to your chest, legs around his slim waist.

"Little." he decided. If he was gonna do this he wanted to relax. He heard the squeak as you shifted back to the other end of the tub. With one last gulp he dropped his pants.

There was no reaction, of course not, you'd been well aware of na'vi biology before he had. You just smiled up at him before reaching grabbing hands to him. He chuckled, stepping into the warm water and leaning back against you.

It was heavenly, the gentle scent on the bubbles and candles, the warmth of the water seeping into his skin and you hands. You rubbed bubbles up his arms, stopping to knead into the muscle of his neck. He groaned, letting the tension drift out with the sound. His tail shifted uncomfortable before he moved it to curl around your waist.

He felt you legs on either side of his own clench together slightly before your hands continued to his scalp. You rubbed the skin as Lyle relaxed further, slipping down your chest a little. He felt amazing, cursing himself for not enjoying this luxury sooner. When your massage ended your hands slipped forward to rest on his chest, giving his peck a playful squeeze.

He laughed a little, before he felt you kiss against his neck. It was just a peck, you weren't pushing things but oh what it did to him. He let his hand glide down your thigh, feeling your breath hitch behind him. One thing was glad for now, was that he could literally smell your arousal. Even past the soap and candles your scent was the sweetest thing.

Lyle sat up twisting to rest his back on the other side of the tub. He smirked across at you, now able to see the blush tipping your ears. He reached his hands out, beckoning you to join him. You rose to your knees, giving Lyle a good show of your chest. Water and soap tracing down your form as he stared, desperate to engrave the sight into his mind.

You took his arms, Lyle tugging you to him. The water sloshed, spilling out onto the tiles. Neither of you could find it in yourselves to care for a little mess right now. Both caught so strongly by the others gaze. Now closer you shifted up, climbing into Lyle's lap.

He felt his core twitch, an aching in him stronger than he'd ever felt. A drive to be closer, his tail reacting on its own, wrapping round your thigh. He trailed his hands up your spine, your body arching against his own. Closer, he needed to be closer.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, silent question hanging between you both. You were too sweet, still waiting to be sure he was ready. Lyle answered with a kiss, heated and greedy.

His hands tangling into your hair, tilting your head to deepen the connection. He nipped gently at your lips, weary of fangs before trailing his kiss to your jaw. He felt your hands gripping his shoulders, your hip now grinding down against him.

He muffled his moans into your neck, sucking and nipping where your scent grew stronger. Your whimpers above him were driving him wild. His hips bucked up against yours desperate for friction.

Lyle let a hand slip down, grazing against your hardened nipple on his way down. You whined, body so sensitive under his touch. Maybe from the weeks without his attention or maybe just your own changes. Whatever it was it didn't matter, it drove him feral to hear your reactions.

He tipped you back to mouth at your chest, while his hand slipped between you both. You moaned out his name, Lyle's ears flicking at the wanton sound, focusing forward desperate for more.

He rubbed languid circles against you, savoring the way you tensed and writhed. Your nails digging into his arms, even the sting was exquisite. He felt his own need growing, desperate for more. The driving need to be closer still.

He reached to his own, feeling the hardened tip pocking there, the need almost painful. He pressed in and up under it, the strange new sensation making his eyes roll back. He unfurled, his hard cock bouncing up against you.

He tipped his head to meet your gaze. Your hooded eyes staring down only looked hungry. Your hand slipping bellow the water to curl around him. Lyle sucked air in through his teeth at your touch, hands darting to the tubs sides for support.

You gently explored his length, excited by the feeling of hard ridges, wondering just how magnificent he'll look out of the obscuring water. You rose, hand aligning him to your entrance before locking eyes again.

Lyle's pupils were blow, almost black in the dim light. His mouth slack as he took in the sight. You sat, sliding down his length in one motion, keening at the sudden stretch. Still it was worth it for the sound Lyle made, an animalistic growl that set your hairs on end. His hand gripping your hips to grind you against him.

You rose again, slapping back down, Lyle grunting and bucking with you. His head diving down to your throat again latching on as you road him. You were sure you were covered in love bites but you couldn't care. Your need driving your hips deeper down, grinding after your own high.

He could feel you getting close, the fluttering walls tightening against him driving him deeper. His hand slipped back down, needing to add more sensation, craving your release around him. You chanted his name in his ear, unable to form any other word past the moans.

He was edging closer himself, keeping pace despite the dizzying pleasure. Just a little longer, he needed to hear you first, need to feel it.

Your orgasm crashed against you, crying out as waves of it coursed through you, gripping onto Lyle. He was barely a second behind, the sudden rush of warmth, the tight spasm, your voice, it was all too much. You road out your high, stilling against his stuttering hips as it passed.

Both your chests heaved in rhythm together. Lyle whispered praises against your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses up until he reached your lips.

He kissed you gently, hands stroking your hair delicately before pulling away to admire your blissed out expression. He kissed the tip of your nose, watching your eyes refocus and letting out a giggle. The movement making him twitch inside you.

"Again?" Your eyes widened, a small smiles spreading across your swollen lips. Lyle leaned in to kiss you again, sure he'd never want to stop.

#lyle wainfleet x reader #lyle wainfleet #avatar imagine #my fics #the way of water #recom reader #maybe if you squint #wanted to leave it vague enough you could be human #also fun fact if your reading down here doing it in the tub really increases the risk of UTIs #and pain for the penetrated partner as water washes away lubrication #the more you know

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maehemthemisfit · 2 years

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Since Sumeru radiates Arabian trading energy, I like the idea of Tighnari with you, a successful merchant who actually deals with a lot of shady business (like the yakuza using a lot of normal business as fronts). I like the idea of you using pricy oils on Tighnari's tail while listening to what your secretary has to say about today's meeting and the trades. Btw I'm the one who sent the KM imagines and the dead inside reader, just call me ☂️ anon :)

NOOOO like!!! YES. I'd like to think Tighnari's animal features are sensitive or at most it's a very personal and intimate moment for him/species to let someone touch them so he'd rather you do it in private.

Btw this ain't proof read

your occupations don't really align so scheduling time to spend together can be a hassle, but surprisingly the both of you make it work. Tighnari doesn't mind if you're spending time with him on one of his patrols, in his humble abode, or if it's your office, as long as he gets to be near you and has your attention then he's really isn't one to argue... well, most times at least.

this time is no different. somehow you managed to convince the forest ranger to let you apply some new oils that reached your inventory recently to his tail. He was skeptical at first, asking for all the ingredients and if it was a waterproof formula, but the price immediately caught his eye. no, no, no, why are you spending so much money on oils that he could make himself!? his solutions work just fine, but then again, you already paid for it and the pleading look in your eye made him cave in, and he let out a prolonged sigh as he swayed his tail into your lap with a look of defeat written on his face.

it was peaceful at first, listening to you talk about your day as you card your fingers through the fur of his tail, gently massaging the product into his thick coat and brushing the dark tufts. it made his tail soft and it smelt of honey and flowers, the airy scent fortunately not overbearing to his keen sense of smell. It was nice, calm, and so—

"[name]? ah, sorry to interrupt but would you mind if I go over the schedule? you have a few meetings to attend soon and I want to make sure you have all the details and paperwork before going—"

and just like that Tighnari was annoyed, even more so when you hummed in agreement and allowed your secretary to go over what they wanted to voice. to him, it felt invasive for someone to interrupt such an endearing moment, and it wasn't long before you picked up on Tighnari's change in behavior, his tail going stiff and his shoulders tense.

your fingers tugged lightly on his tail, hugging it a bit closer to your chest which caused the grumpy fox to perk up, wide eyes scanning your sly smirk and knowing he'd been caught like a deer in headlights. Tighnari expected you to tease him, but the warmth and understanding he felt in your gaze washed away the thought, your hand coming up to dismiss your secretary from the room despite not going over the entire list.

"it can wait," you assured, watching as your secretary nodded and quickly left the room. "i'm sorry," you whispered after a beat, setting your brush aside to caress his tail with both hands before it slipped from your grasp.

A pang of guilt filled your chest, thinking Tighnari was still upset, but he was far from it, in fact, he was quick to restore the fragile moment the two of you previously had. a weight was placed on the crook of your neck, comforting vibrations running along your skin as the melody of Tighnari purring blessed your ears. he nuzzled into you, holding you close to his chest as he breathed out words of appreciation, the sudden warm embrace making you drowsy. if only you could see that gradual shade of red creeping up his neck, tail swishing behind him.

despite the disturbance, it was easy to fall back into place like pieces to a puzzle, drowning in the warmth of each other and affectionate touches.

the two of you wouldn't break away, not until responsibilities demanded and screamed for your attention. but even then, the thought of work wasn't as convincing as Tighnari's arms and fluffy features. and soon what felt like a forgiving hug for the moment, started to feel like "maybe I could miss a meeting or two".

ALSO HI ☂️ ANON!! I think the emoji is really fitting since you'll be feeling the downpour on my TEARS with you bittersweet or just down right angst imagines 😭 I still love you tho anytime you're in my inbox

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ectoplasmic-entity · 4 months

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Could you do something dealing with how he'd be in a relationship. We all know he wouldn't be the most normal boyfriend but I think he'd still be sweet in his own 'Dan' way uwu

Hm 🤔 I'd think that the way ghosts view relationships isn't all that different from humans... mostly.

Ghosts by nature are driven by their emotions. How driven they are is a case by case thing. Some develop "obsessions" that becomes the core part of their personality, and it sometimes drives them to extremes. Others are harmoniously in tune with their emotions, their ghost powers amplifying them from time to time.

One of those is commitment - platonic, familial, and romantic. Ghosts view their loved ones as "theirs" in a "I don't want anything to happen to them" way. Those with devotion based obsessions need to be mindful and dial it down or they'll accidentally drive their loved ones away.

Dan, fortunately, is not driven by an obsession. The worst he'll get is declare his partner as "his" in a threatening manner. He'll occasionally be suspicious of others but lets it be because he trusts his partner.

"Love" is not a foreign concept to Dan, but he has a hard time expressing it verbally. He's not keen on PDA and would rather keep behind closed doors. Physical intimate touch is difficult for him, opening up and leaving himself vulnerable is something he has a difficult time comprehending (it's been a very long time since he's felt a gentle touch). It starts very small at first, the occasional touches on the face or somewhere on his partner's upper body. It takes time to convince him that it's ok to feel gentle, physical intimacy, and give that intimacy to his partner. He'll shy away from it sometimes.

Hurt his partner, and you'll wish you were dead. Or actually be dead. Because getting physical is one of the few ways Dan can truly express his emotions, he'll get violently protective of his partner if something happens to them. It'll take some serious convincing to get him to back down, not before threatening the culprit if it happens again. It's a mystery why he gets like that (though, only he and possibly you know the answer).

He'll sometimes bring stuff from his excursions, ranging from small bits and pieces to something macabre. He doesn't quite understand when his partner, if human, will be freaked by body parts or bones. Or he'll randomly bring them someplace, with the requirement to cover his partner's eyes, and show the otherworldly wonders of the Ghost Zone that he finds.

Dan doesn't really sleep, he can try but the darkest corners of his mind will torment him. Rather, he stays awake late into the night watching over his partner. There's something very peaceful about it.

Surprisingly a good listener, Dan will happily oblige in whatever his partner's interested in, even if it doesn't always interest him. Dan likes his own things, but sometimes it's too extreme for his partner to handle so he either refrains from it (to his disappointment), or dials it down.

That's all that came to mind right now. If there's something in specific you want to know about my ideas for Dan, feel free to shoot me an ask.

#ask #anonymous #danny phantom #dan phantom #headcanon #zone culture #romantic headcanons

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hendolish · 8 months

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This might be a weird pairing, but can I ask for Jude/Marcus ficlet?❤️ I don't know if you saw the last england video with Dec and Madders, they were so funny. Maybe something fluffy and them bantering each other? Thank you if you take it!

jude bellingham/marcus rashford | new love ♡

As the morning training session wraps up at St. George's Park, most of the squad rush to the changing rooms, keen for some downtime.

Jude, however, with the ever-infectious enthusiasm of youth, stays to practice his finishing in front of net, scoring effortlessly over and over.

"Oi Rashy, bet you can't do this."

He shouts cheekily over at Marcus as he makes a point of taking his shot without looking. Marcus just shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips as the ball slots into the top-right corner.

"You're such a show-off." He teases as Jude grins back over at him, his eyes lit up in the way they always are when there's a ball at his feet.

“Just trying to impress someone.”

Jude winks, his voice dropping to a playful whisper meant only for Marcus as he shrugs.

Dec, passing by and forever keen to hone-in on some banter, comments through a cackle, "Impress Gareth, you mean? Good on you, Jude."

Madders, following closely behind Dec, smirks, "Leave the lovebirds be, mate. We’ve got a game to prep for."

Jude's cheeks flush slightly, but he laughs it off like he always does, making a playful jab at Madders. Marcus, however, remains stoic, a fortress of calm, but Jude notices the hint of a blush on his cheeks.

As the group disperses, Jude takes a bold step, pulling Marcus to the side.

"You alright?” He asks more quietly, genuine concern in his eyes. He knows everything is very new between them and that it'll take some getting used to. Especially the banter from the other lads.

Marcus sighs, the weight of the new feelings and their uncharted relationship pressing on him, "It's just... new, Jude. All of this. I've always been more... private about how I feel. Even with my mates."

Jude smiles softly, reaching out to gently cup Marcus' face.

“I know, and that’s okay. But you don’t have to hide from me.”

Marcus leans into the touch, relishing in the warmth.

“I’m not used to someone caring this much.” He admits almost solemnly.

“Well, you better get used to it,” Jude teases then, the playful gleam back in his eyes, "I don't plan on going anywhere soon."

The two share a grin between them, the moment intimate and light. But as they make their way back to the locker rooms, Marcus’s phone vibrates with a message. Glancing at it, he can't help but chuckle. It's Dec.

“You’ve got a keeper, mate. I'm happy for the two of you.”

Marcus thinks it's a nice sentiment, even if the message is followed by a variety of suggestive emojis in true Dec style.

Jude unashamedly peeks over Marcus's shoulder to read what it says, “Dec’s got a point, you know.”

Marcus rolls his eyes, though his smile gives away his amusement, “Oh, so now you’re teaming up with Dec?”

Jude just smirks, pulling Marcus into a playful headlock, “Always good to have backup!”

The next day at training, the playful banter continues.

Madders is the key culprit, cheekily passing comments whenever Marcus takes a shot, "Trying to show off for Jude, eh?" or when Jude's busy chatting to one of the other lads, "Look at that! Marcus, you've got competition!"

But despite the jests and teases, it's clear to everyone that the bond between Jude and Marcus was only growing stronger and wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Before their first game of the international break, Marcus, feeling particularly daring, pulls Jude close.

“For luck,” He whispers, planting a soft kiss on Jude’s forehead. Jude looks pleasantly surprised but recovers quickly, testing the waters, “You’ll need more than that to last the match.”

Marcus chuckles, the sound deep and genuine, “You might be right.”

Jude, with a teasing smile, stands up from the bench to plant a quick peck on Marcus's lips. “There, now you’re set.”

Dec, who'd caught their interaction despite the bustle of the changing room, raises an eyebrow from a distance.

“Think we’ll win today,” He tells Madders.

Madders just smirks as he pulls on his socks, “With that kind of morale boost? Absolutely.”

And the two of them share a knowing glance, silently cheering on their two friends as they watch their hands tangle tightly together.

♡

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spaceratprodigy · 11 months

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The Broker and the Broken

this is less a narrative of a scene unfolding and more of exploring the internal emotions being felt during this time

The buzzing of the fluorescent lights above them persisted. The air in the room felt thick, stale, suffocating. They just stood there. Staring at each other. No words enough to close the gap between them, but not wanting to be apart for any longer.

Max couldn't stand it. The way his captain stared up at him. The pain in her eyes, the disappointment. Hidden behind her tinted lenses he could just barely see how red and puffy they were.

I did this to her.

She cared so deeply for his wellbeing, fought through anywhere he asked her to take him, and he took advantage of it at every step. The vulnerability, the comfort, the trust she struggled to show anyone, she gave to him, and he shattered it. He could never take that back. He was so blinded by his own anger he failed to see the destruction his path would cause. The real casualty being the one person he respected more than anyone.

Max always had something to say. His line of work depended on it. His general attitude made it effortless. But not when it came to Her. Faith always knew how to make him lose his composure, to tie his tongue in knots, simply by just existing in front of him. She brought out a side of him he never knew existed.

Now he had a lump in his throat that wouldn't allow any words to be uttered. He just kept looking at her. Defeated. Ashamed. Desperate. He was ready to fall to his knees and beg. He wanted her to say anything to him. He wanted to heal every scar he left on her.

More than anything, he wanted them to be alone.

There was a nagging irritation under his skin caused by the looming presence of Hiram standing at his terminal. Pretending to work, but not hard enough. He wanted Max to know he was there, listening to the interaction unfolding. To know exactly the position he's been in. That when it came down to it, Faith had come running to his doorstep when she needed consolation.

Hiram knew exactly what pressure points to hit.

He didn't expect the Captain to grow on him the way she did, but he was blunt and made his newfound fondness known. He valued the friendship she'd shown him, and now he stood nearly face-to-face with that man who had broken her so deeply.

Faith had sought solitude from her ship at Devil's Peak Station. She's not the most sure why here. She was hurting and wanted to be as far away as she could think to get, not wanting to be around anyone. Hiram wasn't the most keen on the company, but something about the way Faith stood there, hardly able to hold herself together, was something he couldn't refuse. This wasn't the Captain he remembered.

He knew deep down she wouldn't stay here with him forever. That she would leave when she was ready or her crew would eventually figure out where she was and come to retrieve her. But the time had finally come, quicker than he'd like to admit. Seeing that it was the Vicar of all people who come to stand in his doorway annoyed him.

Hiram had seen intimately what Max had caused, and he knew Faith wouldn't put him in his place like he deserved. She cared too much too deeply, poor thing. It all reignited his snarkiness in full force.

Faith's lip quivered as she finally mustered up the courage to find her voice.

"I'll take you to Scylla" she said. She was quiet and sounded hoarse.

"I know this is important to you, we'll still see it through to the end together."

Almost instinctively Faith began reaching towards him, but retracted her fingers just as they were next to Max's face. She pulled her curled hand back to her chest, resting it where her locket used to lay. She would fiddle with it when she became anxious, but had taken it off and left it on her desk after what happened in Fallbrook.

Max had tensed up. His heart sank watching his captain fight against the familiarities they once shared.

He was starved for her soft touch on his skin again. He wanted to hold her hand against his cheek and melt into it. He wanted her to feel safe and comforted again, to relive every moment of closeness they had before pushing her away.

"Afterwards..." Faith began again, no longer looking Max in the eyes "we'll figure it out from there."

She turned from him, starting to walk away, slowing for a moment as if waiting for him to say something, but continuing on her course when realizing Max would remain silent.

He stood there, reliving the scene of Fallbrook in his mind over and over. What he did to her. What he said to her. What he didn't say to her when she poured her heart out. How he could never take any of it back. How right now what he really felt about her wouldn't make a difference.

Max's hand was in his pocket, thumbing the piece of jewelry he swiped from the Captain's desk. He doesn't deserve her. He doesn't deserve the kindness she's still continuing to show him. He only hopes that maybe, just maybe, he would be allowed to put this around her neck one more time.

Lost in his own head, Max had been tuning out the conversation being held in front of him between Faith and Hiram. Only returning once he saw Hiram placing his hands tenderly on his captain's arms and smiling down at her.

"Do take care, Faith.." was what finally rang crystal clear through Max's ears. He could feel his own skin getting hot.

But why?

That's her name. Why would someone calling her by her name be so bothersome?

Because you were the only one who referred to her by name.

Max was getting lost in his head again, and for the split moment it lasted, he caught it.

Hiram's eyes dart towards him, the corner of his mouth perk up before returning to his farewells with Faith. His heartfelt words were honest, but most definitely calculated.

"Oh, and before you go.." Hiram traced his fingers up to the captain's chin, thumb just barely touching her lips.

"Be a doll and shoot any marauders on the way down."

#I've decided y'all can have this one tonight :3 #stay tuned bc I have another faith and max illustration that I'll probably post tomorrow (it's wholesome I promise)#the outer worlds #outer worlds #captain of the unreliable #vicar max #maximillian desoto #hiram blythe #faith and max #my art #my writing

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lonewhumper · 2 years

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contains: EXPLICIT NSFWHUMP, EXPLICIT NON CON. Whumper POV, then Whumpee POV. Extremely creepy/intimate/possessive Whumper, pet whump, forced submission, forced everything, overstimulation, dissociation, victim blaming from both Whumper and Whumpee to himself, references to undisclosed past abuse.

+++ This whole storyline (and my blog) has an 18+ Only warning but going to reiterate that here, >>>18+ Only Interaction<<< If anyone wants to skip the detailed NSFW, too, you can by only reading after the —x— with Asa's POV.

[5.]

[prev]

Hayes is in love.

The sound the boy—his boy—Asa—lets out when he first takes that pretty cock into his mouth has him knowing he'll never regret this purchase, this gift to himself, no matter how difficult Asa turns out to be.

And maybe this will help. Maybe the pretty thing will realize fighting is useless, and it's all going to happen anyway, and it'll have already happened.

That's all he needs. The first time. It'll be a struggle, surely, but Hayes is ready for that.

And he's going to make it so good that Asa begs for it to happen again.

"Fuck, baby," he mumbles when he pulls off, wrapping his hand around the base to stroke and licking gently at the head, watching as Asa's back arches and he chokes into the gag.

Hayes should really remove that...hear him better...but he's a little busy, right now, working the boy to hardness, and for someone who protests so much—

"That really didn't take much, did it?"

Asa chokes again, quieter, his whole body tensed, and Hayes tsks. He should be getting louder, professing his gratitude to Hayes for this, for saving him from the men who wouldn't have cared about his pleasure, not quieter.

But he's untrained. He doesn't know all that yet. He has no idea what to do at all. Hayes has to remember that it's his job completely to shape the boy into what Hayes knows he should be.

Really, he wouldn't have trusted anyone else to do it. He wouldn't want Asa to love anyone else. And he can see the final product so clearly.

He takes Asa down again, and again, his other hand starting to travel, curiously exploring everywhere nearby, squeezing and rubbing and finally running his finger across the place he can't wait to be inside until Asa jerks in the restraints and whines.

Fuck. Fuck.

"Oh, sweetheart," he breathes, lifting himself up, reaching down into the box on the floor to grab a bottle of lubricant, and the way Asa flinches at the sound of it clicking open without ever looking only further proves that this isn't the first time. Unfortunate, but...with a face so pretty, there was no real chance of Hayes being his first. Though it would have been nice...Hayes knows he's surely the best Asa's ever had, anyway.

"You like being touched there? Of course you do."

Asa shakes his head, crying out another clear disagreement, but Hayes is confident he'll soon change his mind. He wets his fingers, taking Asa into his mouth again, and then slowly starts to slide one in.

And fuck, the sound Asa makes.

The boy keens, trying at first to pull up and away from the intrusion, and then slowly, as Hayes pushes in further, his hips sink back down to the mattress, back down against him.

God, he's perfect, his body made for Hayes to play with, to pleasure, to receive pleasure from.

"That's it, pet," Hayes praises. "That's so good of you. Come on. Just let your body lead, now. It knows what it wants. It knows what feels good."

He thinks Asa tries to kick him, the way he suddenly jerks his leg, but it's hopeless. He's helpless, as he should be. As he's meant to be. And one day, Hayes will be able to take him without restraints, and he'll cling to Hayes and tell him he loves him, thank him for making him such a good boy, thank him for loving him so thoroughly...

Asa makes a different, higher-pitched sound. His hips twitch, and then finally give their first thrust up into Hayes' mouth, and it's such a wonderful accomplishment. Hayes adds a second finger, crooking them to find where his prostate is, and Asa twitches and starts panting louder when he finally finds it, rubbing.

"Good boy," he mumbles, "good boy..."

Asa squirms, gagging on the cloth, and Hayes pauses just long enough to reach up with the hand not still very busy and pull it from Asa's mouth.

"Fuck—" Asa coughs out, heaving in air, face flushed red as he looks down at Hayes with eyes that Hayes can't wait to see full of affection for him.

They're mostly hate, now, though. Hate and fear, so much fear, and Hayes wonders how much of it is fear of himself, the way he has no control, the way his body is being played like a little instrument, one Hayes plans on becoming the one and only master of.

"You—fucking asshole—" Asa finally manages, empty words for someone getting this aroused. Ungrateful, but that can be fixed later. "You—you piece of sh-shit, get your—you fucking—"

Hayes takes him down again, starting to rub once more, and Asa cuts off with a frustrated cry, head falling back against the pillow. "Oh! No—stop!"

"You don't want me to stop," Hayes says, and sucks harder to prove it, massages his pet's prostate until Asa's shuddering and leaking in Hayes' mouth, squirming so damn pretty against the bed. Hayes thinks about how he'll look when his movement is unrestricted, when he can spread his limbs out and stretch out beautifully, when he'll look up at Hayes and accept his rightful place beneath him and enjoy it...

Asa suddenly jerks his hips up, nearly chokes Hayes, and it only turns Hayes on more to hear Asa struggle with the way his body does it again, and then again, leaning into the pleasure even when he keeps trying his hardest to fight it away.

"I'm—no," Asa gasps, even more panicked now, and Hayes is delighted to know exactly why. "Stop—d-d-don't make me—"

Hayes doesn't stop. He never would. In fact, he does everything quicker, as good as he can make it. And as valiantly as Asa struggles to hold it back, whimpering, it must be very good, because suddenly his cries intensify, going straight to Hayes' cock, and then the boy's back arches, and he comes with a broken sob.

Hayes pulls off, spitting out what got in his mouth and stroking his precious pet through it, grinning as he watches Asa's beautiful face as he falls apart, sweat-soaked hair plastered to his face, his eyes squeezed shut.

"That's it," he says, encouragingly. "Fuck, baby. That's it. Let it all out, now. Good boy."

The darling little thing is shaking so badly, mouth parting as he pants, and Hayes can't help but lean down again, licking up the boy's length to make him shudder harder.

"Again?" he asks, and Asa weeps.

"No...no...no..."

"Oh, come on...you're in your best years and only have one come in you? Liar. I bet I could get two...three, even...?"

He goes a little longer, while Asa chokes out adorable begs for him to stop, and eventually, the boy starts to fill out again. Hayes pushes his fingers back inside, and it's so easy this time that he adds a third just because, and Asa, fuck, he's going to kill Hayes with the way he sounds, the way he looks...

"No—" Asa gasps, whining, his expression one of physical pain, now. "No—stop—I can't—"

But this isn't even close to Hayes' first time. He's good with his fingers, good at making whoever's under him scream, and he knows if he keeps pushing, massaging, stroking, sucking—

Asa shouts as he comes again, and it doesn't sound like it brings him much pleasure this time. It sounds like he feels better when it's over, and Hayes sighs, and finally stops, letting him go.

"Too much at once," he agrees. "You're right. That's okay. We have all the time in the world. I have toys, too...but next time."

So many next times. All of them. Fuck that cheating whore—Hayes won't even think of him anymore, or any of the failures before that. Asa is his, now.

Time to make that official.

He lifts himself up, stripping off his underwear to settle himself down on top of Asa. Careful, because he doesn't want to keep him from breathing when his gasps sound this pretty, but he wants to kiss him, and he does.

His boy will understand now. If he doesn't just yet, then he will soon. Hayes just knows it.

—x—

Asa doesn't completely come back to himself, after.

He's there, physically. He knows that. And somewhat, he's there mentally, but...not entirely.

He just feels...different. Incomplete. Like something was just ripped away from him, though he's really not sure what, right now.

It's overall an uncomfortably familiar feeling. And it's safer, he knows, because when he feels like this, distant and dazed, things don't stick as much as they usually do. His memories sort of...fizzle. They're there, but faded, and easier to ignore. Sometimes they're not there at all, until something reminds him, and he's left desperate for them to fade again.

He's humiliated. He's distinctly aware of that. He's horrified, and afraid, and disgusted, and it's hardly even at anyone else, this time. It's not even really at Hayes, in the end.

It happened again. He thought maybe before...he thought there was something there, maybe. He thought that because of who it was, the history there, maybe—maybe his body just...did want it. Maybe it hadn't mattered as much as it'd felt like it mattered, as much as it destroyed him, as much as he wanted to disappear.

But this time...

This time there's no excuse, and he's glad he's not completely there enough to be properly upset that maybe Hayes was fucking right. Maybe the last time someone told him that, they were right too.

Maybe this is what he was meant for. If his fucking disgusting body likes being used so much, then maybe it deserves it. Maybe this is all he deserves at all. Maybe he shouldn't have fought so hard to stop it from happening again, then or now, maybe...

He cries out when Hayes starts nibbling at his neck, kissing and sucking up to his jaw, biting it gently and then kissing down again. He mumbles something, something Asa doesn't catch, and then slides back down between Asa's legs, hiking them up a bit.

"No," Asa sobs, shaking his head. "No. No. Please no."

Hayes groans. "Fuck, baby...say please again."

"Chris," Asa tries instead, because it's the only thing he can think of left to do. "Don't. Don't do that."

"Asa..." Hayes tsks, kissing up his chest. "You know I told you to call me Sir."

It doesn't matter. Asa knows it won't make it stop, and he refuses to do that when it won't change a thing. All he can do is lay there as Hayes teases at his body, and by the time Hayes finally pushes into him, he's even more distant, and it's a mercy.

"Asa—" Hayes gasps, right into his ear, "mmm—so tight, baby, so good—come on, enjoy this with me..."

Asa's mostly numb. Drained and exhausted. And even though a few angled thrusts send another few sparking aftershocks through him that make him shudder, Hayes finishes inside of him before his body can betray him again.

It did enough, though. Hayes did enough. Asa did enough.

Enough.

"Fuck, baby," Hayes murmurs, still twitching, still holding Asa tight. "Oh, that was so good. You're so good..."

Then finally, he relaxes. He pulls out, and tells Asa to stop crying, but Asa doesn't know how to. He feels like maybe he won't ever be able to stop again.

"Ssh, sweet boy." Hayes pulls himself close, cuddling him, kissing his lips and then nuzzling into his neck. "You're okay. It's all okay. It's over. That wasn't so awful, was it? No, it was good. You wouldn't have come like that if it wasn't good. I made you feel good...oh, I'm so happy for us. You did so well. So good for me. My Asa."

Asa can't even disagree. He can't. Not like this. Not after that.

Maybe he was never his own in the first place, if he broke this easily.

Maybe he can still fight...he can still...

But not now. No more, right now. No more.

"No more," he whispers, and Hayes pets through his hair, kisses his temple and seems horrifically genuine in his attempts to soothe him.

"No. Ssh. No more. You did good. You're a good boy. I knew you would be, and you are. I love you. I just had to show you. And you know now, right? Yeah. You know. You can rest now. Just rest, my love."

Another mercy, Asa's eyes slide quickly closed, and it doesn't take long at all for him to fall into sleep.

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