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mrsrookhunt · 1 year

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Not me forgetting its Mermay until the last day of May. Anyway, idk if it really counts but now I don't have time for plot planning so have an Azul X Reader.

I really love the idea of present day chubby Azul. Maybe he gained weight over stress, I'm not sure. But you still think he's more than adorable when you see him again a year later.

Leave Me Be

Chubby!Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Self-shaming, Depression, reader is probably also chubby but maybe I'm just projecting

Traveling to the deepest depths of the Coral Sea was less than easy. Honestly, the amount of potions and formulas you had to drink from weaker mages made you feel like shit. Azul could've done far better for you, but upon your accidental return to Night Raven College through some portal you'd found in a puddle, you'd found that he'd left the school and decided to take a year for himself at home.

You were shocked, but there wasn't much you could do; he wasn't returning your messages. You waited a couple of weeks for school to let out, and had Jade and Floyd take you to his home.

You quickly found out that Azul had moved out of his family's home, into the outskirts of town, apparently, according to the rumors, depressed and ashamed of himself.

Alone, with Jade and Floyd already gone to their own destination, you swam unguided to where you hoped was at least the general direction of his new home.

The other Mers had said his home wasn't easy to miss, but for someone as unsuited to water as you, particularly in these dark depths, a serious worry that you would get lost ruminated in the back of your mind.

Around 30 minutes of aimless swimming later, you saw a dim light in the gloom.

It seemed to glow a dim purple, somewhere off in a hole in the side of a massive rock formation.

Bracing yourself to swim upwards quite the distance, you realized just how massive this wall of rock and sediment was.

It was just a guess.

No one had mentioned Azul's home as being on the human equivalent of a mountainside. But then again, it didn't seem like many people had visited him. They spoke strongly of his gloomy, irritated demeanor, and unwillingness to use his magic anymore. It seemed that shortly after he moved, he began rejecting visitors all together.

You pulled yourself along the rough rock wall with your hands, following the light, which became clearer and brighter the closer you swam.

It was just a guess, but you were certain if there was any place the Azul you knew would hide, it would be far away from others, holed up in a spot where he'd be safe and unbothered.

The relatively small opening to the cavern you were less than a few feet from fit the definition to a tee.

Maybe 12 feet across both directions, the mouth of the cavern felt tucked away.

You took in a deep breath when you reached the edge, seeing the gauzy purple light brighten from within, relishing the strange feeling of water filling your lungs instead of air.

"Azul?" You called out, unsteady and feeling small in the vast ocean around you, hands still tightly gripped on the rough rocky surface.

A small flurry of bubbles, and the light turned off with a tick.

"I'm not accepting visitors at the moment." A voice called from within, annoyance pricking every syllable.

You sighed and valted yourself into the entrance of the cave with relief, not going any farther.

"Did you not hear me? Step out of my home, I have not invited you here!" His tone was sharp and outright angry.

You couldn't see a thing in the dark now, but you could feel the soft swish in the water of Azul's swift movements nearby.

"Zullie, it's me." You called into the dark, feeling unsettled.

A silence seemed to fall over the small space.

"...Yuu?"

His voice shook, a little weaker than he had clearly intended it to come out.

"I've missed you." You said tentively, hoping he would turn the light on already.

"Why are you here?"

His voice was composed and sharp again.

"W-well," it was your turn to stutter. He seemed almost angry that you were here. "I found a portal back to school and.. I found out that you had left, and I just..." Though you tried to keep yourself together, tears began to flow freely into the ocean. "I couldn't leave you alone. The first person I went looking for when I came back, was you."

You could hear the heavy breathing from what you could now identify as across the room.

That swish of movement again, and--

"Leave me be."

"What-?"

"You heard me." He sounded solemn. "Go, Yuu. Go back to school, or go back home." His voice was softened and shaky; you could hear small sniffles.

"Azul, please, I've missed you so much!" He must have heard the panic, the hurt in your voice, but he only sank deeper into the depths of his cave.

"I don't want you here." He mumbled. "I don't want you here, and I'm not coming back to school either. Don't wait for me."

"Zullie, please! What happened? What's made you like this?"

"You have," He grumbled into the waves.

Your voice dropped to a whisper. "Me? What did I do?" You sat at the edge of the cave.

He didn't respond.

"I'll sit here until you tell me," you warned, in a voice softer than you thought you could manage.

The silence answered you.

"Azul.. I'll go. Just, listen for a moment. I'm sorry if I hurt you... I.. I really missed you. I'm so, so sorry, I'm--" You were crying into your hands at this point.

A single tentacle wrapped around your arm and gently tugged it away from your face.

"It's not your fault.. I shouldn't have hidden it from you. Yuu.. there was something I neglected to tell you before you left. I.. love you. And I didn't tell you. And I've regretted that every day since. I didn't think I would ever get the chance to tell you again."

The tentacle tightened around your arm.

You wiped your tears away, a wry laugh escaping from your mouth amongst the remnants of sobs.

"That's.. what I regretted too. I didn't tell you either.. I love you too, Azul."

You crawled closer to embrace him.

The tentacle rapidly whished away, and you heard him scoot back. You stopped in your tracks.

"..Azul?"

"Yuu.." You could hear the pain in his voice. "It would still be better if you left."

"Absolutely not! You can't j-just confess and expect to escape it now!" You protested. "I've missed you for far too long. Please, I don't want to leave you right now."

You grasped in the dark, coming into contact with a tentacle you gently pulled toward you, sensing Azul moving closer with it.

"You.. you won't like me anymore." His voice is breathy and he sounds pitiful.

"Who said that?"

"You don't understand... I'm not.. what you remember."

"What does that mean?"

"I look different."

"Your mer form, you mean? I've seen it before."

"No.. I looked different in.. other ways."

"...What do you mean?"

The air that hung between you was dampened by the cold, lonely feeling of sadness.

"I used to be fit, and beautiful, for a time... but I couldn't keep that up after you left. Now I'm just a disgusting remnant of who I was when you knew me. I've done nothing but indulge myself in treats, forgotten all about ideal caloric intake, I've not exercised or--" His voice was tangibly anxious, fast and unstable. You could guarantee his eyes were glazed over with tears.

You squeezed the tentacle you were holding tighter, watching him quiet as he wrapped it around your hand, shaking and softly crying.

"Azul, are you trying to tell me that you've gained weight?"

"I look disgusting."

You cast your eyes downward with solemn understanding. "I doubt that, Zullie. I can't imagine you could ever look anything other than perfect in my eyes." Your voice was whisper quiet, but his breath still caught at the sentiment, whimpers lessening as you gently ran a finger back and forth over his suckers to calm him.

"Don't hate me." He muttered, suddenly pulling away from you and shuffling to the other side of the cavern again.

Click

The light revealed your beautiful octo-mer, still as wonderfully entrancing and gorgeous as you'd remembered.

He took your breath away. You could hardly even see any imperfections, even now. His stomach was rounder, his arms were less toned, his jawline was softer and his tentacles looked more full than before. But he was still the most beautiful man you'd ever lain eyes on.

His icy blue eyes were filled with tears you couldn't overlook, and before he could say another word, you launched yourself upon him in a tearful embrace, soothing him with soft whispers while your tears intermingled with his into the open ocean.

His tentacles wrapped against you, words of love and passion falling from both your lips.

You put your hands on each side of his face, guiding him to look into your eyes.

"Azul, I don't see any difference. You're still you. And I love you because of the Azul up here--" you pushed a finger at his forehead. "Not because your body has changed. I love you, Azul. And I won't leave you again."

He buried his head against your neck.

"I love you, I love you so much, Yuu..."

"Zullie.. I'm here to stay. Do you hear me? I'm never leaving you again."

He pulled you tighter to him, sobbing once again.

"Thank you... thank you for coming back, Angelfish."

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May 31st, 2023

Yeah, this was healing, I know I'm not fat but damn I feel horrible about my body :(

-Kaori

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ellieslittleburrow · 1 month

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Requested by : @mymelodymia : you can't fall asleep. And clingy you needs to be around someone. Joel is -forced- to help. And Ellie is there to make sure you regret it.

Warnings : none, just internal swearing

Pairings : Joel Miller x daughter!reader /Ellie x platonic-sister!reader

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It's been a few months since you've been traveling with Ellie and Joel. Your friendship with both of them has been developping smoothly. As well as their own with each other.

While on a nightly stop out in central wyoming, Ellie had taken watch so that you and Joel could get some sleep....Joel could get some sleep. His snores, as uneven as they were, pierced the space. And you couldn't sleep. Not because of the constant tiring irritating snoring, but just because you simply couldn't.

Giving up and getting out of the uncomfortably thin matress, you shuffle your feet, roaming around the cave and then out to find Ellie.

But she was walking away.

"Where are you going?" Your voice booms, causing Ellie to duck and turn around.

"Go to sleep, what are you doing up at this hour?"

Honestly....you do not know. You shrugged.

"Go back to bed, man."

"I can take over..."

"No. You already took watch yesterday. Go to sleep."

Ughhhh. There's no way you'll be able to fall asleep. You unfortunately knew yourself too much. Nothing could stop that irritating feeling of wanting to be close to someon-

Hmmm.....

You head towards Joel, and stop a few inches away from him, squatting down to get closer to his face. You didn't want to scare him(no. You'd love to scare him but his fast reflexes would have you end up with a broken neck)

"Joel.." you whispered. But no sign of life from the man. So you tapped his shoulder, starting gently and going harder and harder, violating his shoulder until he huffed.

"What?"

You fidged, shrugging. "Nothinng." It sounds more like a question and Joel goes silent.

"Then why are you waking me up?"

You go quiet yourself...darting your eyes away from him even though the moon was straight behind you, meaning that all was lit BUT your face.

"Mmmm....well...."

"Spill." The man seems to be impatient.

"Can i...i can't sleep. Can i sleep with you-"

"No."

Uh-but you haven't even finished your sentence.

"Hear me out, joel-i"

"No. No. No. Go back to the other room and force yourself to sleep. It's much safer there anyways."

You slouch your shoulders. "But i don't caaare...i want to sleep here." You sternly argue, having made the decision that tonight, you choose.

"No." Joel says again as he shifts his head for a better sleeping position. "Now let me sleep."

"Okay then." You respond, sitting down on the ground. "Then i wont stop talking until you change your mind." You cross your arms over your chest, your brain fishing for things to blabber about for as long as it will take.

If you can't sleep, might as well benefit from your free time.

And then you start blabbering, about random things like the sky....the cold...El-

"Okay."

Well, that was quick. You think.

Joel shifts his body to the side, reaching for the space behind before he pats it and you hop over him and lay beside him, your back facing his.

You grin, quickly accomodating yourself to a comfortable position.

"Sleep." Joel commands but....you can't. The warmth radiating out of his body is too damn comfy. You might not be...in his arms. But you haven't been this close to him ever. And it feels....good. You don't think you'll fall asleep anytime soon...although..your eyes are suddenly feeling heavy...Damn...how long as it been since you've felt such physical and mental warmt-......

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"Wakey wakey little missy."

Snatched out of a beautifully blurry dream, your eyes violently open to a blinding light, causing you to shut them even more violently.

Hell....what in the f-

"Look who's finally up."

You might be deeply disoriented from the sleep you've just been kidnapped from, but that annoying little voice will never be one you can't easily recognize. Not only is it the voice but it's also the sacrcastic tone of-

"Ellie, what the hell do you wan-"

You squint to find yourself staring at a horizontal Ellie. You proceed to move but a pair of hands turn out to be wrapped around your chest. You try to free yourself but the arms around tighten their grip, causing a quick panic to set-

You spin your head around, meeting a pair of half closed eyes-you're envelloped in Joel's arms-

When did that happen?

"Joel." You gently nudge the man's stomach, earning yourself a groan. "Joel let go of me." Your voice is as low as it can get. It's not a whisper, it's just a worried tone. Worried about the crippling smirk painted on Ellie's dumb fucking face.

You know her well enough to know what she's thinking about and you just-you can-

"Joooell...."Your roar comes out as a whine.

A deep inhale tickles your ear and Joel seems to be annoyed but he only wraps his arm around you tighter.

"Let gooooooo....."

Your eyes search for something to fixate on as your face flushes red. You're embarrassed and you want to hide, but Ellie's....persistent. and Joel doesn't seem to want to l-

"Nope." He doesnt seem to want to let go.

"Joel, shes gonna be making fun of m-"

"No. You're stuck here." He groans, stretching his body without letting go of you. "She'll make fun of you wether you're in my arms or not, better take the ooportunity and enjoy this new pillow i got for free." Your da-Joel's voice is soft and reassuring.

And deep down, you'd rather he stays like that forever....You know what? Fuck Ellie.

You turn around, facing his chest. You're still too shy to look up, but this- his earthy(stinky) shirt and the soft puffing of his chest as he inhales-this..is enough for now.

"Mmmmm." You whine, keeping that annoyed salty tone to not have them know....but..they know. And it's not really that much of a problem. You just....like being in your dad's arms and you want to enjoy the moment.

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Hiiii babe! I really really hope you like this. It was really fun to write. But wtf is that ending omg. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for your sweet comments 🪷🪷🪷

#daughter!reader #father figure fic #adoptive father troop #daughter x father #sibling fic #sister!reader #sister x brothers #joel miller x daughter #joel miller x daughter!reader #joel miller x platonic reader #joel tlou #father figure

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h-c-u · 10 months

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Breaking the Billionaire

Summary: Being in control can be exhausting.

Pairing: sub!Toto Wolff x soft!femdom!reader

W/C: 5.2k

Rating: +18, dom/sub, size difference, anal sex, pegging, overstimulation, aftercare.

A/N: Toto gets pegged. And there is over 1k words spent on aftercare. I don't know what else to say... It's like... 5AM, so please have that in mind...

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As soon as you caught Toto's gaze right after the race, you knew what he needed this evening. He didn't have to ask, and you didn't have to reply, but you still smiled and nodded to confirm your unspoken agreement. Before anything could happen though, he had to attend the trophy ceremony, and give a few interviews, which you honestly didn't mind, because it gave you a chance to watch him from the sides with the knowledge that your mere presence in the corner of his eye was enough to give him peace and comfort.

When he was done with everything, he walked almost sheepishly to you, placed a long, soft kiss on the top of your head, and let himself be pulled into your arms. He buried his face in the nook of your neck (even though the angle of him leaning down so much wasn't exactly comfortable) and inhaled deeply, momentarily flooding his every sense with you. You gently ran your hand over his back and with the other, you cupped the back of his neck. One of the Mercedes media people just took a picture of this moment, but it was a conversation for later because you knew Toto wasn't in the right mind space to discuss anything like that.

- Let's go... - you whispered quietly, and he nodded. Even though he straightened his posture, he didn't let you go; his arm staying wrapped securely around your waist.

Today was one of the rare days when you were the one behind the wheel, and yet you were focusing more on the person next to you, than on savoring this moment. The ride back to the hotel was quiet, and when you stopped at the red light, you rested your hand on Toto’s thigh, wordlessly letting him know you were there for him, no matter what.

As soon as you closed the door to your hotel room and made sure it was locked, Toto dropped to his knees in front of you; his bag, phone, and keys landing on the floor, while he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face against your abdomen. You instantly saw the change in his posture, and you couldn't help but smile, appreciating the depth of trust he had in you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, softly scratching his scalp and in response, he let out a sound that could be only classified as a purr.

- Get ready... - you whispered as you leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the top of his head, and yet he didn't stand up right away. Instead, his hands traveled from your waist down your legs until they reached your shoes. He unlaced them and took them off for you with an almost blank expression on his face, but that was to be changed. - Up. - you said in a more authoritative tone, and this time he immediately stood up. Despite the fact he was towering over you, his demeanor and posture made it feel like he was the one who was smaller. – Undress. Leave just the shirt. - your voice was quiet, yet it was far from weak. His hands immediately went to his belt, but you were not watching. Instead, you went to your suitcase and took out an unnecessarily complicated leather harness, a toy you both chose a few months ago and a small bottle of lube, which you placed on the bed. When you turned around, the only thing he was wearing was the shirt you asked him to leave, the first two buttons permanently open.

- Undress me. - you said with a soft smile, but there was a slight warning in your voice because even though he enjoyed ripping your clothes off, this time was different. This time if his moves became too rapid, or if his fingers lingered too long in places they shouldn’t - there would be consequences.

Without saying a word, he got closer, and with a subtle uncertainty in his moves, he started slowly unbuttoning your shirt. His big, long fingers struggled with tiny buttons for a short moment, but eventually, all of them came undone. Without breaking eye contact, he slid both hands under the material on your shoulders and slowly removed the blouse from your body. When he tried to reach for the clasp of your bra, you stopped him and directed his hands lower; you'd rather have your breasts safely tucked in and secured for what would happen next.

He undid the string on the back of your skirt and loosened the lacing holding it in place, allowing it to fall to the ground. Carefully not to break the delicate material, he slid his fingers under the band of the tights and moved them down, gently caressing the skin of your thighs, but no longer than necessary. He had to kneel again to take them off completely, and when he did, his face was right in front of your clothed core; so close that he was able to feel the heat radiating from there. He looked at you with a question in his eyes, and when you nodded once, he slowly slid down your panties as well, leaving your pussy bare. You could see that he very obviously swallowed, salivating at the mere thought of your taste.

- Harness. - the tone of your voice stopped his thoughts from galloping, but he still needed a moment to process your request. Eventually, he took the harness and the toy from the bed. First, he secured the dildo to the front of the gear because it was much easier to do when no one was wearing it. When it was done, he lowered the contraption and let you step into it. Because he was still kneeling in front of you when the harness was in place, the toy was right in his face, and you noticed that he swallowed again while eying the familiar shape. He tightened the straps on your hips, and then he moved to the ones around your thighs. With one hand he reached between your legs to grab the longer strap, and when he was bringing it forward, he let his thumb graze between your folds, letting the touch linger. When you let out a quiet "Tsk, tsk, tsk...", he instantly went back to secure the harness. It's not like you didn't like him touching you there, but today you didn't give him permission to do so. The other strap was tightened around your thigh without any more surprises or misbehaviors.

Toto looked up at you with an unasked question in his eyes, but you didn't say anything. Instead, you gently cupped his cheek and ran your thumb over it. He closed his eyes and leaned almost forcefully into your hand as if he was a dying man and only your touch could save him... You let him relish in that sensation for a moment, while your hand slowly traveled into his hair, where you grabbed a fistful of it and harshly yanked his head, pulling him back to reality. His jaw was loose enough for his lips and teeth to slightly part, making it possible for you to thrust your hips forward and pull his head by the hair at the same time, burying the toy deep in his throat in one swift move.

He had no time to prepare, but out of instinct, muscle memory, or some other ungodly reason, he was still able to relax enough for the dildo to cross the barrier and slide down completely until his nose was tightly pressed against your abdomen. Because it happened so quickly, his brain didn't get the chance to catch up and he tried to sharply inhale, which only made him choke and gag. He tried to move away, but you just tightened your grip on his hair and held him steady until his eyes started watering and his shoulders were convulsing in a desperate attempt to retreat. He still didn't tap your thigh three times, so you knew you could do even more. Only when his face was red, his cheeks soaked with tears and the drool was dripping from his chin and seeping into his shirt, you yanked him back, allowing him to catch his breath for a few seconds. His frenzied gasps were louder than thunder in the dead quiet of the bedroom, but the stoic calmness in his eyes told you everything you needed to know...

By now you knew him and his body well enough to recognize what he could and more importantly couldn't handle. That's why you didn't even hesitate before pulling him onto the toy again. This time he was more prepared, and even though his face could still be used as a flag of a certain communist country, he had no issues with the brutal pace you set, only letting out a few gurgling noises then the dildo bruised the back of his throat.

It wasn't long before his shoulders relaxed and his eyes closed again, dwelling in that comfort of not having to do anything and just letting himself be used. He gave up control of his movements not even pretending to struggle when you harshly guided his head; he gave up control over his breath every time you buried the silicon cock so deep it burned his esophagus; he gave up control over his mind, allowing you to engulf him in the reality of your creation. A reality, where he didn't have to make any decisions and his existence, was dictated by your whim.

As soon as you saw how pliant he became under your touch, you held his head pressed against your abdomen again, but this time he didn't choke or gag... He stayed still, slowly breathing through his nose even when you finally let go of his hair. You couldn't help but gently smile at the sight of his lips wrapped tightly around the toy’s girth, not even a millimeter of silicon seeing the light of day. His mouth was pressed tightly against the harness, and you could feel his saliva rubbing off on your bare skin around there. His eyelashes were stuck together with tears, but there was no longer any trace of wetness on his cheeks. The crimson on his face summoned by the rough beginning was also gone, and now he just sat calm and content at your feet.

- Good boy... - you said quietly, running your hand through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. You could see his glossed eyes light up almost immediately when the words left your mouth, as he looked at you with pure adoration.

You retreated your hips, and the toy left his lips with a quiet "plop", and when it did, he loudly swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, but didn't even bother to wipe the wetness around it. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, a complete contrast to the rough fucking his throat just received.

- Bed. Knees together on the floor, chest on the mattress. - you whispered, still keeping your lips lightly pressed against his hair, but as soon as you straightened your back, he moved into the position you requested, not even bothering to stand up. His shirt rode up exposing his ass and already hard, leaking cock that was currently pressed against the side of the bed. For the moment he put his hands under his head, patiently waiting for your next move, and he didn't have to wait long. You opened the bottle of lube that you retrieved earlier, squeezed a generous portion onto the silicone dildo, and made sure every inch was covered. Next, you let a big drop fall in between Toto’s cheeks. He tensed for a second in reaction to the cold substance on his skin, but he relaxed again almost immediately.

With a tight grip on the toy, you guided its tip to thoroughly spread the lubricant around his entrance, gently pressing a little bit deeper from time to time, until he started subconsciously pushing his hips backward urging you to continue. Instead of giving into his needs, you retreated for a moment and went around the bed to get one of the pillows.

- Hips up. - he did as you asked, and you slipped the pillow under his abdomen, propping his pelvis higher, so it would be easier for you to stimulate his prostate with every thrust. What you didn't plan on was his cock being trapped in between the pillow and his abdomen, but you left it there, so Toto could get even more stimulation. The new angle also meant that his knees were off the floor, reducing the risk of carpet burn.

With one hand you gripped his hip and with the other, you pressed the silicon tip to his entrance. You didn't even have to tell him to relax, because he was already docile, just laying there already expecting what was about to come.

At first, you pushed gently, letting only the tip breach into his body. You even gave him a moment to adjust, though he didn't look like he needed it... You couldn't help but admire the way his back arched in this position, with his ass high up in the air, while his torso laid flat on the mattress and his cheek was pressed against the sheets as he looked back at you. You gave him a reassuring smile and finally, you snapped your hips forward, shoving in the whole toy in one quick move. He clenched his jaw in response to the burning sensation of his muscles being so suddenly stretched. The lube helped a lot and allowed you to slide completely in with no resistance. He wasn't prepped to accommodate such girth without any discomfort, but not even a few seconds passed, and his face relaxed again; you knew from experience that he could handle much, much more.

You leaned over his relaxed body and placed your hands on his waist over his Mercedes-branded shirt, which shifted your weight there, essentially pinning him to the mattress. If he tried, he could free himself from under you, but you both knew he wouldn't. Especially when you slowly moved your hips back, and the tip of the silicone cock dragged against his prostate, drawing a quiet whimper from his mouth, and his hips tried to chase that feeling.

A quiet chuckle left your mouth at the sight of how desperate he already was, but you didn't want to torture him any longer, so you thrusted forward, and Toto’s quiet whimper morphed into a deep, loud moan. You angled your hips even more down to make sure he would get as much pleasure from this experience as possible. With another thrust, you could see his eyes rolling back into his skull, and with the next, his lips didn't even close... When he was in this state, he was extremely responsive, letting go of all the inhibitions, and filters, and trusting you with his vulnerability completely.

When you increased the tempo, his eyebrows furrowed and the loud moans shifted into a continuous one, changing the tone in the rhythm of your moves. His hands gripped the sheets with such strength that his knuckles turned white. He tried to push his hips, to meet yours in the middle, but he was torn between that and thrusting down to stimulate his cock which was currently trapped between his own body and the pillow. So instead, he ended up flailing aimlessly trying to get both at the same time, but ending only railing himself up even more, because as soon as the pleasure on the one side started to overwhelm him, he moved away from it, chasing the same sensation in a different place.

For a moment it was amusing... Such a strong, powerful, and intelligent man was reduced to his basic instincts, not even able to focus for long enough to properly cum... Utterly helpless because of a fake cock pistoning in and out of him with force it made the bed shake. His face twisted by desperation and torment... He was a perfect mess; a masterpiece of your doing and as much as you wanted to admire it for eternity, you didn't want to torture him.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shhhhh... - you cooed at him, slowing down for a moment in an attempt to calm him down. He let out a disappointed groan and tried to buck his hips against yours, but that didn't work, because the toy was already buried fully inside him. - Stop that. - that was enough for him to go limp. - I'm going to use that tight little hole of yours now because you can't even be trusted with your own pleasure, is that right...? - your condescending words didn't match the loving and caring tone at all, but he didn't care. He just nodded enthusiastically, unable to form any words. - And you will take it, like a good boy I know you can be... Am I correct...? - he nodded again, and you could see the tears starting to form in his eyes. - Don't. Move. - you growled and tightly gripped the material on the back of his Mercedes-branded shirt with both hands and yanked him back and up, so you had leverage to pull him harder and deeper onto your strap.

You set a brutal pace from the beginning, focusing solely on Toto's orgasm. Your arms quickly grew tired and started to ache from manhandling his weight, but you pushed through it because you knew it would be worth it. His desirous moans, whines, and whimpers were creating a beautiful opera, and there were moments in which you could have sworn all the sounds he was making were overlapping on top of each other in perfect harmony, accompanied by the loud, rhythmic, squelching noises created by your every thrust. The tears were streaming down his cheeks, but you could see that he was almost on the edge of falling apart... You leaned down a bit more, moved one of your hands, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his head back. That slight but sudden pain was enough to finally push him into the arms of release.

With a scream mixed with a sob, he came, spilling his seed all over the pillow, sheets, and his own stomach, before you released your grip on him and let his body fall onto the mattress. You gave him a moment to catch a breath and admired wave after wave of orgasm rippling through his body, making him twitch and spasm uncontrollably. The toy remained nestled right against his prostate, keeping a light but constant pressure on it.

His breathing was still quick and shallow when you moved inside him again, drawing a hopeless, pained groan from his mouth when you dragged the dildo slowly out and back inside of him... And then again... And again... Until he was sobbing and biting down on the sheets from the overstimulation; all of his muscles tensing and relaxing rapidly, stretching the material of the shirt almost to its breaking point.

You didn't stop when he begged you to; you didn't stop when he tried to climb onto the bed and away from you; you didn't stop when his cries went silent and all he could do was lay there and take it, while uncontrollable spasms ravaged his body and tears were streaming down his cheeks... You only stopped when a barely noticeable blissed-out smile showed up on his face.

You released the hard grip you had on his hips from when he tried to get away and gently massaged the spots you dug your fingers into, the red marks already forming on the skin there. When Toto's breathing calmed down, you slowly moved your hips away from his, allowing the strap to slip out of his hole with a hollow "pop", as his body twitched one more time. With one hand gently rubbing his lower back, you removed the cum soaked pillow from under his hips, allowing his back to rest in a more comfortable position, because as much as you loved the way his spine arched during moments of deepest pleasure, it wasn't exactly the most relaxing pose.

He started to shift slightly, which you recognized as him trying to stand up, but you just put more pressure on his back, keeping him in place.

- Shh, shh, shhhhh... I've got you, honey... Just lay here for a moment longer, ok...? - you whispered, and when he nodded, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Still in the harness, you went to the bathroom and started a scorching hot bath with hotel-provided bath salt that smelled vaguely like the lily of the valley. While the bathtub was filling up, you went to the kitchen area and retrieved a trash bag from under the sink before coming back to the bedroom.

- Can you try to stand up for me, love...? - your voice was quiet but steady because you knew when Toto was in that state, loud noises and harsh lights were sometimes too much. He nodded slowly and pushed himself up on the mattress, but he lost his balance and his knees hit the floor. - It's ok, it's all right... - you smiled gently. - Is it ok if I touch you...? - you were sure it was, but you still asked, slowly presenting a concept of choice back to him, and when he nodded you slid under his arm and helped him stand up. His legs were still shaking, but with your support, he was able to move. - Let's go to the bathroom... - you rubbed your hand over his back to ground him back a little bit more in reality.

The room was already filled with steam and a light flowery scent, and the only light was coming from a small lamp fixed to the mirror, so it was pleasantly dim inside.

You slowly guided Toto to the bathtub and sat him down on the edge. You quickly opened the buttons of his shirt and slid it off him, softly tracing your fingers over the indents that were left by the stitches in the material. He turned around on his own and placed his feet in the hot water without making even the slightest sound indicating that it was too hot. Before you left, you placed a quick kiss on his shoulder, and for a short moment, he leaned his head against yours.

- I will be right back, I promise. - you whispered and pressed one more kiss to his skin and you went back to the bedroom, where at the speed of light you stripped the bed and put everything that was stained either with lube or body fluids into the trash bag and picked up the phone to call the front desk.

- Hello, we had a little accident in our room. Could we request a full change of bedding? Some of the sheets and the pillow are stained with red wine. I've already placed them in a trash bag, so it will be easier to handle. I am more than fine with being charged for cleaning or even replacing them... - you said, and when the concierge confirmed the room number you added. - We will be in the bath because of, you know... the wine... - you chuckled, and he mirrored the sound and asked another question. - Oh, yes, that would be amazing. Will our clothes be cleaned by tomorrow? Perfect thank you so much. Yes, just charge it to the room... - you caught Toto's gaze from the bathroom; a weak smile was present on his face. You blinked slowly, wordlessly letting him know that you love him. - 5 minutes, thank you again. You too... - you disconnected the call. - Just a moment longer, honey... - you quickly grabbed your shirt, skirt, and Toto's pants and put them in a separate bag. Next, you went to the kitchen, where you re-opened the bottle of wine you drank with yesterday's dinner and spilled a generous portion into both bags.

The whole ordeal took you less than two minutes, after which you closed the bathroom door behind you and finally unbuckled the straps of your harness. You put the whole contraption in the bathroom sink to clean later. You also got rid of your bra, which left you completely naked when you wrapped your arms around Toto's torso and pressed your cheek to his neck for a moment.

- Is it ok if I wash you or would you rather do that yourself? - you asked quietly, presenting him with another choice.

- It's ok... You can... - his low, deep voice was almost gone from all the screaming and crying. - I love you... - he added when you came into the bathtub, reached for the soap, and sat in front of him.

- I love you too... - you smiled and placed a soft kiss on his knee before you started softly soaping up his feet, calves, and eventually thighs, being extremely careful around his oversensitive cock. - Can you please try to stand up for me...? - you requested and without saying a word, he complied. - Thank you... - there was a very quiet beep coming from the other side of the bathroom door, indicating that the hotel staff got here and was about to change the bedding. You seriously doubted that your lie would hold up, but it's not like you could just say "Sorry, I fucked my partner so hard I've ruined your bedding. Would you be so kind and replace it?". - Turn around, Love... - you gently washed the back of his thighs and around his used hole, at the same time making sure that there weren’t any tears. When you ran your fingers around the sensitive muscles, he flinched, but since everything looked ok, you retreated not wanting to cause him any additional discomfort. You sat on the edge of the bathtub again. - You can sit down now... In the water, please... - he followed your instructions without questions, as he nestled in between your legs, resting his head on your stomach.

With your foot, you reached for the faucet and stopped the water from flowing, because the bathtub was already full. Before you continued washing him, you buried your face in his hair for a moment and inhaled his scent deeply, which was your own, small way of grounding yourself back in reality. There was a quiet rustling coming from the bedroom, but you paid no attention to it, focusing on finishing your task. You washed his shoulders, arms, forearms, and hands and then you moved to chest and back.

- Dive. - you asked when you put back the soap and reached for the shampoo, while Toto submerged under water completely and stayed there for over a minute. You knew it was his way of resetting himself, and as much as it freaked you out in the beginning, by now you were used to it, and you knew he could last without a breath longer than an average person. You also knew that he would emerge back when his mind was in the right place, so you just let him stew under the surface, where all of his senses were muted.

And eventually, he came back up, wiping the excess water from his face and hair.

- Are you all right? - you asked when he leaned back and rested his head on your stomach again, this time with closed eyes. His body was much more relaxed; he even draped his arm over your knee.

- I am... Thank you. - he said quietly, struggling to push every word through his vocal cords. - It was exactly what I needed... - he added and rubbed the back of his head against your skin, searching for any form of reassurance that you were there.

- Do you want to address anything...? - you asked while opening the bottle with shampoo. There was no longer a need for you to ask him about everything because he was back to his regular self. He took a moment to think about it as you were soaping up his hair.

- I really liked when you held me in place when I tried to get away, forcing me to take more... - he finally replied and rubbed the skin on your knee with his thumb. You couldn't help but chuckle as you ran your nails over his head, gently scratching the skin there.

- I need to hit the gym more then... Because my muscles will be sore as fuck tomorrow. - you continued massaging his scalp and he leaned back again. - Was anything too much?

- It was perfect... - even without seeing his full face, you could tell he was smiling. - Did you...?

- No, but I didn't need to today... Seeing you fall apart because of me was more than enough. - it could have been awkward and yet it wasn’t because you knew your turn will come soon enough, and that he will fuck you so hard you'll forget every word besides "please".

- Are you sure? - he looked up at you and you couldn't help but laugh quietly, as you wiped the excess of foam from his forehead.

- Yes, love, I am sure. And I really appreciate that you asked. - you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the place you just liberated from the residual shampoo. - Dive. - this time he spent only a few seconds under water to rinse his hair. - All good? - you asked when he emerged.

- All good... - he replied, his voice still weak. - Your turn. - he smiled, quickly turned around just enough to wrap his arm around your waist, and swiftly pulled you in front of him, making the water splash everywhere as you both laughed.

When you were both finally clean and dry, the hotel staff was long gone, and the bed was freshly made. You felt a little bit bad for how you treated some of the things, but mostly you were just tired, so you didn't even try to protest when Toto pulled you closer and tightly wrapped his arms around you, as well as hooking his leg over yours, essentially trapping you in the cage made entirely from his limbs, which was exactly what you needed after an evening like that.

- You were amazing today... Thank you for taking such good care of me... - he whispered, and you were able to only hum in the response. Just enough to acknowledge his words, because you were too exhausted to disagree, dismiss or even agree with what he was saying.

Despite the fact that the texture of the sheets, all the scents, and the bed placement were unfamiliar, you didn't have trouble falling asleep, because the most important thing, Toto, stayed constant, providing you with the same level of support and comfort wherever in the world you were.

He stayed awake much longer than you, still wired after the experience you gave him, but he didn't let you go even for a second, allowing himself to be completely mesmerized by the familiar sound of your slow, quiet breathing.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Toto Wolff fanfiction #Toto Wolff smut #Toto Wolff x reader #🔥#🧸#🥪#📏#🔨#🏴

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 10 months

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I just thought of something funny. What about a reader that can manipulated space-time but only uses it to travel. Like he goes: I’m going to get some groceries. Then travels to Belobog despite being at Herta’s space station. I could just imagine the shock!

I would request the characters: Tingyun, Asta, Herta, and of course Natasha!

@oxyotl Coming right up! Thank you so much for requesting! :D I hope you don't mind but I'm going to assume that Reader and the HSR character already know each other for the sake of convience.

Space-Time Traveler!Reader & Their Basic Need Warping with Tingyun, Asta, Herta, and Natasha!

(Warning: May be OOC!)

Tingyun

She finds it a little adorable, actually! You could literally go to the store on the Xianzhou Luofu, or even ask her since she runs good business (therefore she can find you good deals), but you seem to have your own little method of doing things and she loves it!

She is pretty curious about your abilities, and she highly respects your decision of not using it for anything but your basic needs—whether buying merchandise may be on that list or not. Heck, before you even go on this journey—sometimes Tingyun herself asks you to get something for her.

"My lovely benefactor~ Do you mind if you can get me something to help comb through my tail?~" If you have anything that is against your wishes of what you want to do, be sure to tell her! She wants you to be comfortable around her~

Asta

Finds your powers absolutely fascinating! How are you able to cross the stars and space? And time in general? Could that mean you could catch up with stuff that could light years away? So many questions!

She is very shocked to hear that you only use your powers when you need food, clothes, maybe a snack you wanted to retry, etc. Not that she's against it—she's just completely cut off guard.

But that just makes her more curious about you! Why do you only use your powers for basic necessities? Was there a restriction you constantly face while using your powers? Of course—she'll immediately apologize if any of these questions mean offence to you, but her curiosity sometimes gets the best of her.

"What's it like travelling through the stars as you stop time? Do they still glow, or do all celestial objects in the night just stop their reactivity? Ack!—Sorry, am I crossing any boundaries?"

Asta may ask you to recommend a few things to buy, since you travel to many different worlds that vary in goods. She'll personally buy something you recommend with her own money—online, of course.

If she can't find anything that you recommend, she'll ask you to buy it for her. And don't try to be generous and gift to her—you must use her money. There is no other option.

Please, side with Arlan and make sure Asta doesn't spend her money too much on shops—

Herta

Must I say a lot? You caught the attention of this Genius Society Member, that's for sure. Her puppets are constantly going online just simply because she wants to see you in action!

She's utterly shocked and dumbfounded when she comes to realize you use your powers for such useless things! How was getting a carton of eggs so important you had to use your powers to travel and get them? With your inter-universal powers?

You truly know how to falter and short-circuit this one with your simple tasks. Herta just doesn't get it—but that doesn't mean she's against it. Sometimes, she even asks you to get things for her—though that won't stop her from asking you questions regarding your powers and she is NOT afraid to ask them, lemme tell you.

"Is there a significant difference between the dimensions of time, or does it all just feel the same to you? How do you preserve your....basic necessities through this jump through the universe?" Very scientific and big questions that really has to get your brain thinking before you answer them. Good luck.

Natasha

She's pretty calm about it, honestly. Sure, she's surprised when you do it for the first time, and she wonder why you only get basic things, but nevertheless, she doesn't judge you. You are you, after all.

Since she's an Underworld Doctor, and supplies are hard to come by, she frequently has to ask you for stuff. She does feel a tad bit guilty for constantly sending you on her errands, so be sure to reassure her!

She appreciates you a lot, since (probably) half of your runs are getting supplies for her and the patients she takes care of. Natasha, in return, makes sure that you are in peak health as possible.

"Y/N, did you have breakfast? You're not going to travel with an empty stomach, are you?" Loves taking care of you and loves how you're helpful.

She also finds your travelling habits a little silly and adorable—you, who has such powerful abilities that can make even Luka Strongarm look like a joke in the Fight Club, only using your powers for the sake of basic needs.

Safe to say, she welcomes you whole with open arms!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: DONE! Woo, this took longer than expected—apologies for that! But I hope you guys enjoyed these headcanons :D

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krynutsreal · 1 year

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my hand slipped a bit

no freaking way.... ishimondo sky au real....

ummm this took an embarrassingly long amount of time (79 hours altogether </3) so u will. look at them!!!!! If u don't know what sky au is or want 2 learn more about these sillies then I will be rambling about them rn (with extra doodles) !! lucky you :]

Kry, what is sky au ??

To put it simply, it's a (mostly) ishimondo centric au where Mondo guards over the sun, while Taka guards over the moon. Together they keep Earth in balance. Other planets (excluding Earth for now) are guarded by a being similar to Mondo and taka (aka the hopes peak students are now guardians too). They all each have their own ways of making sure that their planet/moon/etc are rotating correctly and orbiting around the sun n such !! (It's a work in progress so pls bear with me </3)

The Earth, in this case is not guarded by anyone in particular. Which gives the beings an opportunity to basically go down there and explore or just go through shenanigans pretty much. So long as they don't burn the whole planet down and are able to blend in with humans down there they're able to do whatever they please 👍

now to get some sorta like. random facts about Mondo n taka (plus the piece itself) out of the way cause !!!! the post is about them SO

Mondo: Sun guardian ☀️

Does not have a specific routine when doing his job. Usually goes with his gut feeling and continues on from there.

With that in mind, he tends to travel to earth very often to mess around n' have fun. He doesn't doesn't go out of his way to cause destruction (at least not on purpose)

But, he is more feared than liked by most of the mortals there. That does not stop him from roaming around the Earth though!

His halo can emit the brightest light that could honestly blind a regular human, but for the space beings it does not have much of an effect on em.

MF TOOK THE LONGEST TIME (42 hrs) !!! BC OF HIS HAIR. and the halo. shakes him crumples him up

Kiyotaka: Moon guardian 🌙

Unlike Mondo, Taka actually does have a routine that he carefully and thoughtfully planned out to make sure that everything goes smoothly with things regarding the moon (phases, rotations, yk)

Only goes down to Earth for educational purposes, he wants to learn more about how the moon directly affects the Earth (as well as other things about mortals and nature in general)

Does come off as intimidating to mortals, but it is mostly unintentional and therefore he doesn't hang around them much.

Is able to make little star projections with his hands and uses this to make his plans/write down stuff (good example is making that flower projection in [this] comic.)

he was the one I drew first !!! [37 hrs] (hence why he took less time then mondo) I lov his cape. umm also crumples him up

AND THATS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW. IF UR READING THIS THEN THANK U FOR UMM READING THE RAMBLES. I GIFT U THESE.

BYEEE!!!!!! collapses onto the floor .

#danganronpa #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimondo #kry k(art)#sky au #i genuinely.cant believe i spent that long on them #to be fair it wasnt 79 hours straight it was more of me working on it during free time (and procrastinating on it)#originally they were gonna be together in 1 piece. but ibis kept crashign so i had to split them in half #UMMM IDK. im glad i finally posted this #so glad i dont hate this piece. the hyper fixation is real. love wins etc etc #ok bye stay cringe and free #EDIT I FORGOT TO ADD THE LINK SORR

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sky-scribbles · 2 months

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Playlist for my Aeor longfic

I failed to figure out how to do a fancy spotify embed like the kids do but uh. Here's the playlist for Gravity!

I listened to this while planning and writing, and there are even a few shout-outs to the songs in the fic... Songs are arranged chronologically, so you should be able to hear the story happening, hopefully :'D

Further yelling about song choices under the cut!

A Matter of Time - This one is... sort of the fic's opening titles in my head? I wanted to start out with an instrumental, to capture the vibes of the months before the fic opens - Essek and Caleb apart, thinking about the T-Dock, and each other. Wondering. Waiting.

Horse to Water - Essek in Chapter 1, knowing his life as the Shadowhand is ending, waiting for Caleb to come and take him away to whatever comes next. (I'm normally very picky about not putting songs that reference modern day stuff on fantasy playlists but this one's vibes were too perfect)

Dear Fellow Traveller - Two wizards heading into Aeor together.

Conquest of Spaces - A song for Aeor. A dark, beautiful city, the remains of a people who lived by greed and power. (And two wizards in the ruins, trying to draw closer to each other.)

Neptune - This is mostly for Essek's breakdown in chapter 5, as he worries he'll never break out of his Shadowhand manipulation, wanting to be closer to Caleb and not knowing what that would even look like. And it's a little for Caleb in chapter 6, too, grappling with his feelings for Essek and his fears that they'll ultimately be bad for each other.

Please Don't Say You Love Me - ... and as they move past those fears, this song is for them tentatively acknowledging what they might be to each other. Not yet. But maybe soon.

Woodwork - This is for the chapters 6-9 span, as they learn more about Brashaar's plan. The pressure of a crisis has an odd way of making them realise just how deep their trust and care for each other runs.

Two Evils - Since we're at the point where Brashaar shows up, she gets a song now! This is pretty much her internal monologue during her confrontation with the wizards (though she really should have paid attention to 'if you're not careful, you will lose her' in reference to Quaera...)

Winter - Travelling northward, and yearning. Wishing they had more time.

Mind - A song for a young Quaera, slowly forming a personality, wondering about who she is and how her identity forms...

The Tower - ... and having their own breakdown.

What Could Have Been - I love me a good villainous breakdown, and this is a song for Brashaar's. This is how I imagine she feels during the final confrontation, raging against the gods, against Caleb and Essek, against Quaera after they turn from her. Not quite able to let go of what she thinks Aeor could have been. What, in her eyes, the world is meant to be. (As a bonus, I think the second verse sounds a bit like a retort to her from Quaera...)

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - This is such a fun cinematic cover, and I can't tell you how many times I've imagined a mental AMV of the final battle with Brashaar set to it :'D

Ori, Embracing the Light - I wanted an instrumental here too, because... Essek is dead, Caleb is in shutdown, and Essek and Quaera are communing with the Luxon, a being that doesn't really speak with words. Also, 'embracing the light' is exactly what Quaera does at this point.

Would That I - I know we all use this as Caleb's 'learning to live and love again' song... and I am no exception. This is for him after the T-Dock, finally fully acknowledging his grief, and his love for Essek.

First Day of my Life - Just two wizards realising that they have a future, and agreeing to slowly work at what's between them.

Ready to Call This Love - This one speaks for itself, honestly.

Five - Both of the wizards in the final chapter, but especially Essek realising how isolated he's been from the world, and letting it all in so he can feel it. (Also, studying the universe is a love language - )

Gravity - Gravity is a metaphor for love!!!!

#please know that restricting myself to just four sleeping at last songs #is Enormous restraint for me #anyway uh have some songs and rambling #shadowgast #gravity and all that's born within #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role

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raccoonfallsharder · 9 months

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fanfiction masterlist i guess ♡

*this masterlist is OLD! find the new masterlist here

here's what you need to know about what is behind this cut: lots of smut, always with feelings and fluff, praise kinks, dirty talk, maybe some light d/s, enthusiastic consent. a few clean headcanons/minifics & fan art of your amazing OCs

(it's all rocket raccoon, all the time) also, please let me love your OCs (doodle requests temporarily paused)

If you would like to be added to the fanfiction update taglist (or removed), please let me know via comment, message, or ask! ♡

recently updated

headcanon 8 - rocket, lylla, & drax [NEW posted 9/17] headcanon 9 - dad glasses [NEW posted 9/21]

Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual (Fourteenth Visit) [ONESHOT. added 9/18] Part Three of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel

Chapter 1/6 Year Zero: Seed [NEW posted 9/24] florescence ❀ (a meetgroot)

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared. [WIP 9/27] Chapter XV. Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly. [WIP 10/5] Window Across the Galaxy

I can't keep up with updating my kinktober prompts on a daily basis (I'm honestly amazed I've managed to keep up with the writing as well as I have and I've only been doing this for a few days) So for now, please find them with the tag #rfh kinktober and when the month is over I'll make a masterlist. [NEW all month] based on @flightlessangelwings’ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List

[complete works behind the cut ♡]

spoilers: I have a preferred trope/formula that I lean into quite hard (girl falls first; raccoon falls harder) and while I do really love tragic fanfic, I firmly believe rocket's suffered enough of that so it's only happy endings here (even if it takes a minute to get there). Well, more or less, anyway.

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel

reader x rocket fluff, medium-burn?? (at least for Part One), smut. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to read this - you just need to enjoy fluff + smut + rocket (and be 18 i guess). multiple parts. see notes for summary + warnings.

The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl Part One of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [COMPLETE 5/5 chapters] Summary: In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? get in loser we're gonna fix it Chapter One (The First Visit) Chapter Two (The Second Visit) Chapter Three (The Third Visit) Chapter Four (The Fourth Visit) Chapter Five (The Fifth Visit) complete post - The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl

Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training (Ninth Visit) Part Two of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [Oneshot. COMPLETE 8/21] Sequel to The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl [domestic fluff, dirty talk, oral sex - mind the ao3 tags.] Summary: Study Night. or - why study when you can seduce your hot local Space Pilot into oral? When you were a kid, you imagined yourself growing up, working a cool job, living in a cute house, getting a big dog, marrying, and having kids of your own. You've currently got none of those things, but you are getting regularly railed by a raccoon-shaped cosmic adventurer, and he's currently showing you around his spaceship. Which is kinda better than anything you could have dreamed up for yourself. [comics-inspired, though i'm fucking around with timelines/continuity and you really don't need any comics-context to ride this ride] complete post - Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training

Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual (Fourteenth Visit) Part Three of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [Oneshot. COMPLETE 9/18] [domestic fluff, dirty talk, orgasm delay, bf/gf silliness. - mind the ao3 tags.] Summary: Date Night. in a gesture of true romance, rocket takes you to a dive bar. of all the stories he's shared with you, his favorites are the ones where he gets saved by the space princess. not that he'd tell you that. ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙✧⋆｡°✩☼⋆｡°✩☽︎ loosely based on Rocket (2017): The Blue River Score. domestic bf/gf silliness & fluff. extensive smut. comics-knowledge isn't needed but HIGHLY recommend starting at the beginning of this collection for context (The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl).

florescence ❀ (a meetgroot)

[WIP: Year 0/5] [mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut circa chapter four. tentative allies to friends to lovers. the middle is angsty but there are only happy endings here. no use of y/n.] Summary: “The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.” Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in.

Chapter 1/6 Year Zero: Seed [NEW posted 9/24]

Blackmail Material

[WIP: Chapter 2/4] reader x rocket pwp with feelings; smut & fluff & love confessions. MCU-based, post-Endgame, friends-to-lovers. Summary: a classic tale of "this fuckin raccoon found your sex-toy." as per usual: girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. see notes for summary + warnings.

Chapter One: Blackmail Material Chapter Two: Self-Sufficience [NEW posted 8/29] Chapter Three: Firearms over Flowers ???

Window Across the Galaxy

[WIP: Chapter 15/25+] [NEW chapter posted 10/5] rocket x oc angst/hurt/comfort; slow burn + eventual smut with feelings. MCU-based. slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1. enemies to friends to lovers but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies. see notes for summary + warnings. could become 1 part of a 2-part series, if I have the energy/inspiration. Summary: Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship. Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron. Chapter III. A Kindness.in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last. Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food. Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave. Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course. Chapter VII. I'm Here.in which we visit Knowhere. Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets.in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.” Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking. Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way. Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost. Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes. Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm. Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared. Chapter XV. Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly. [WIP 10/5]

Autopilot Systems Check [Oneshot. COMPLETE 9/3/2023] Est Word Count: 1409 reader x rocket soft fluff & domestica. MCU-based, post-Endgame i guess. Summary: reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. drabble based on this post/inadvertent prompt.[complete post - Autopilot Systems Check]

Kinktober 2023

based on day 8 of @flightlessangelwings’ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List Kinktober Day 8: Turbulence. rocket needs you to hold. flarkin. still. [NEW 10/8]

Other Duties As Assigned

[WIP: ???] rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings. Begins five months after The Snap. I don't have an intended outcome for this fic yet (just kind of rambling around) so this has the most uncertain publishing date. Summary: Natasha Romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the Milano. First she demands that the remaining two Guardians of the Galaxy be reachable via a primitive Terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. Thank fuck she's hired a new assistant.

Headcannons & Drabbles headcanon 1 - rocket & sex work headcanon 2 - rocket & occassional post-sex feelings headcanon 3 - quill & innocence/optimism headcanon 4 (minific/drabble) - rocket & nebula (2014) in endgame/post time-heist headcanon 5 (minific/drabble) - rocket & quill were scooped at the same time headcanon 6 - cinnamon roll peter quill continued headcanon 7 - rocket & nova corps headcanon 8 - rocket, lylla, & drax [NEW posted 9/17] headcanon 9 - dad glasses [NEW posted 9/21]

Fan Art of Your Amazing OCs (and maybe sometimes mine)

Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr ) & Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡

Brita (@pretty-chips) is such a pure, delightfully fun character with record-store-clerk vibes. Thank you for letting me draw her. She is a glowing sunbeam-soul. ♡ another Brita wearing a terran t-shirt gifted to her by my oc, Jolie Spinner

Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you again for letting me illustrate some of Moon's rad powers. i am OBSESSED. I appreciate so much you bringing her to life!

Chérie (Cherry) (@aliasrocket) I have a crush. 10/10 would attempt to flirt with (badly). Thank you so much for creating her and letting me doodle her!

Jolie (Window Across the Galaxy) - my gremlin child. just some scritchy-scratchy character concepts. feel free not to look if you want to imagine Jo in your own way. ♡ the "real" Jolie doodle - refined, finished, && in color

Fleuret (I think?) (@elegant-fleuret) is my personal caffeine deity. i now pray to her for the ability to scrap myself out of bed and deliverance from coffee crashes. she is also the dj of knowhere which is possibly the coolest fucking job in the universe and i would like to be her friend.

Star (@cleo-is-babygirl) is a pure fluffy little sundrop and a brilliant self-taught medic/surgeon. she is also the first tanuki/anthropomorphic animal i have drawn other than rocket so i was very nervous but i did my best. thank you for letting me try something new and expand my experience, friend!

Juno (@lazarel-3000) is one of my favorite OCs ever. she is everything. i want to be her && i want to date her (unfortunately she only has eyes for rocket).

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 1 year

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missed you

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ʚ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader ɞ

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❥ Summary: You've gained weight and are feeling insecure, and Nanami understands. He gives you your space, but after a rough day at work and being rejected once again, he decides to confront you.

❥ Word Count: 3.7k

❥ CW: fem reader, reader gains weight and is insecure about it, slight angst, reader talks through their feelings, mentions of stretch marks, smut, breast play, oral (fem receiving), vaginal penetration, nicknames (darling, dear, love, girl, dearest, princess)

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Nanami was a patient man—understanding, empathetic, kind—at least he thought he was. He hadn't been told any differently. Of course, strangers thought he was cold, but they didn't really know him—not like you, his girlfriend. You knew who he really was, that he would do anything for you, push aside all feelings just to make sure you were satisfied. He'd walk over hot coals just to get you to smile, so it was safe to say he would do anything to ensure your happiness.

But all men have their limits.

Nanami knew you were having a rough time the minute you pulled out the bathroom scale. He kept his mouth shut at first, quietly observing you as you weighed yourself in the mornings, frowning when he saw your shoulders slump. He didn't say anything when you pulled out your baggier clothes: he convinced himself that you were just getting colder due to the winter air and wanted to stay warm in the sweatshirts and pants that were almost three sizes too big. He didn't even fuss when you first cowered away from his advances. He pulled back as any respectful boyfriend should and gave you your space.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, unintentionally pouting in that adorable way that always seemed to rile him up. "I just… I've been gaining weight… and I'm just not comfortable with you seeing me yet. I'm really sorry."

"Don't be," he said. "Your comfort is more important than my physical desires. Take all the time you need; I'll always be here for you."

He meant that when he said it, honestly he did, but days had turned into weeks which turned into a month of not touching you the way he wanted. He was ever the gentleman during that time, removing his touch when you pulled away and asking for permission to put his hands on you. He couldn't lie, it was exhausting at times, but your feelings were a priority of his and a big one at that.

But Nanami admits: he, too, can be a slave to his primal desires. He was doing his best to respect you and your space, but he found his gaze lingering on the bathroom door when you were showering, temptation bubbling up inside him. All he could think about was your heated soapy body standing under the stream of water coming from the showerhead, steam clouding the room and hiding all your delicious features. He wanted to burst into the bathroom and join you, turn down the temperature of the water just a bit so he could wrap his arms around you, grind his hardening cock into your plump ass and slip his hand down to your—

He was torturing himself by thinking about you all day, but what else could he do? He was having such an awful time at work and all he wanted to do was improve his day somewhat by fucking you the way he'd been imagining for the last several hours.

Maybe you'd be more receptive tonight. Maybe he could push himself into your back and sandwich you between him and the kitchen counter. Maybe he could lift you up onto the granite and eat your beautiful cunt until he had his fill. Just the thought of doing all that made him salivate, his cock thrumming in his slacks on the train ride back from work. He was traveling late, forced to work overtime despite his protests.

Curses never clock out, he thought bitterly, biting into the sandwich he was able to purchase before getting on the train. He couldn't even savor his unplanned dinner because all he could think about was you, his mind clouded with thoughts of your nude body, skin searing hot due to all the attention he was giving you. He could practically hear your cries, sweet pleas for him to slow down, to give you a break of some sort. He could practically taste your spit on his tongue, saliva stringed between the two of you every time you kissed, only breaking away to moan his name, glassy eyes begging him to make you cum, to give you that white hot pleasure you oh so desperately craved.

He needed you, as soon as possible.

He elected to go up the stairs instead of the elevator, taking two at a time, reaching your floor much faster. He fumbled with his keys, struggling to unlock the door, practically shaking when he managed to get the key in its slot. The kitchen light was on when he entered, but you were nowhere in sight, neither in the kitchen nor the living room.

"Darling?" he called out, panicking slightly when he heard no response. He toed off his shoes and rushed to the bedroom, sighing when he saw you curled up in bed, your face smushed into your pillow, your phone beside you. He took a slow breath, peeling off his jacket as he moved to the bed, sitting beside you. He admired your features for a moment, reaching out a hand to stroke your soft cheek, smiling to himself. You stirred, peeking through your lashes as him.

"Ken?" you mumbled oh so cutely, reaching up to rub at your eyes. "Wha time izzit?"

"After nine," he whispered in reply, running his thumb over your cheek. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." You grunted.

"'s okay. You hungry?"

"No, love. I picked something up and ate on the way here." You grunted again, causing him to smile. "How was your day, dear?"

"Mmm… it was fine. Didn't do much. Whatta bout you?"

"Today was busy," he sighed, loosening his tie with his free hand, eyes flicking over your face. "I missed you… a lot." You cooed, untucking one of your hands to reach for his face, cupping his cheek.

"Missed you too, bubby. Lots and lots."

Nanami smiled, turning his head to kiss at your palm. He watched for your reaction, waiting to see if you'd pull away. When you didn't, he kissed you again, moving to the inside of your wrist. He moved down slowly, like a predator sneaking up on its prey. You didn't seem to realize his intentions until he pulled back the sheets to kiss your inner elbow.

"What're you doing?"

"Nothing, dear," he lied, slipping the sheets down further, feeling his body burn when he saw you wearing one of his old oversized shirts.

"Well, it doesn't look like nothing," you huffed, letting him lean down and kiss across your cheek. You allowed him to nose his way between your shoulder and ear, breath hitching when his lips met your neck. You were tense under his touch, but his soft kisses caused you to loosen up. "Ken… that t-tickles…"

"I've missed you, darling, so, so much." He poked out his tongue, running it along the underside of your jaw, his cock twitching when you gasped.

"W-Wait, Ken, I'm t-tired—"

"Don't worry, darling. I'll do all the work: you just lay back and relax for me, yes?" You stuttered, squeaking when his hand moved down to palm at your waist.

"But… I just… I mean, i-it's so late and you must be tired and…"

He sighed, begrudgingly pulling away to look down at you.

"What's wrong, Y/N? I know something isn't right, so please tell me what it is so I can try to make it better."

He already had an idea of what was wrong, but he wanted to hear you say it. He needed you to admit your true feelings instead of hiding and constantly cowering away from him.

"I…" You looked away, chewing at your lip nervously. "I—look, I promise it's not you—"

"I know it's not me, darling," Nanami spoke softly, brushing a stray hair out of your face, "but there's still something upsetting you, and I want to know what it is so I can help."

You twisted your mouth, opening it just to shut it again. Nanami waited, trying once again to be patient for you.

"I… I've gained weight recently, and…"

"I know, dear," he interrupted your pause, "but that doesn't matter to me. I don't care if you gain weight."

"But I do care!" you huffed, curling into yourself. "I don't want to keep getting bigger and bigger. I already get insecure about my size—I don't want to feel worse about myself by getting even bigger—"

"Stop," he whispered, putting his large hand over yours. "Please don't feel that way. It breaks my heart to hear you talk about yourself like that." You paused before you sighed, letting him link his fingers with yours and squeeze your hand.

"I… I don't hate myself… my self confidence is the highest it's ever been… but I still have these moments where I don't think I'm… good enough for you." You tried to ignore his pained expression and continued. "Sometimes I think you deserve someone better: someone prettier, skinner, smarter, funnier. I feel like I'm lacking in a lot of things and I hate it. I want to stand by your side and feel like I deserve to be there. Of course I don't feel this way all the time, but when I get in this headspace, it feels like I can't get out. I feel stuck and hopeless."

You started rubbing your thumbs over the back of his hand, soothing yourself in the silence between your confessions.

"And I feel so silly about the whole thing because I know these things I'm thinking aren't true. I know I'm good enough for you. I know that you love me as I am because if you didn't, we wouldn't be together. I know that you find me attractive and sexy because you try to have sex with me. You desire me, I know all this, I do. I just… I get insecure and I don't always think clearly and see the truth… Does that make sense?"

"Yes," he nodded, letting your hands go to cup your face, holding you tenderly. "It makes perfect sense. Thank you for being honest with me and telling me how you feel. I'm grateful for your honesty.

"You're not mad at me?" you asked, pouting cutely, making his heart skip a beat.

"Of course not, love. I'll never be mad at you for telling me how you feel." He leaned forward, kissing your forehead, then both your cheeks and the tip of your nose to make you giggle. He wiped away the start of a tear, smiling down at you. "Don't cry, sweet girl. I hate to see you upset."

"Sorry," you mumbled, wiping your eyes with the hem of your shirt.

"Don't apologize, dear. I'm just glad you told me."

Silence fell over the two of you, warm and comfortable. Your hands instinctively found each other, his large warm ones engulfing yours. Nanami cleared his throat, squeezing your hand.

"Well, now that we've cleared the air and you've shared how you feel…" His hands moved up your arms, rubbing his thumbs into your skin. "Maybe you could let me show you how attractive I find you, weight gain and all."

You tensed slightly under his touch, laughing nervously.

"I… I don't know… Just because I'm honest about my feelings doesn't mean I'm ready for you to see me yet…"

"Oh, really?" he asked, his tone bordering on playful. "So, you're not ready for me to see you, but surely you must be ready for me to touch you, yes?"

"I—ah!" You gasped, hands grabbing Nanami's wrists. His own hands had found your breasts, fondling them through your nightshirt. You bit your lip, trying to stifle your moan but failing.

"Is touching okay, then? Is this alright?" His voice still oozed seduction, but you could hear a hint of uncertainty. He was genuinely asking for permission, eager to have you, but only if you wanted it too.

"I… I guess touching is o-okay," you mumbled shyly, still on the fence about showing yourself to him, but also enjoying his firm touch immensely. Nanami visibly relaxed, lips curling into a soft smile.

"That's my girl." With that, he gave your breasts a generous squeeze, catching your lips with his right as you gasped. You moaned softly into the kiss, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around your own. It had been quite a while since you let Nanami properly touch you, and you just now realized how much you truly craved it all this time. You sighed dreamily, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. He grunted in surprise but kissed you gladly, grateful that you were returning his affections with just as much passion as he gave. The two of you broke the kiss just to breathe, a string of spit keeping the two of you connected.

"Well, looks like somebody is needier than they were letting on."

"Oh, shush," you pouted, gasping when his fingers began circling your nipples. "It's your fault for—oh—t-turning me on." He chuckled softly, rubbing his nose against yours.

"My apologies, dearest." His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath and crawling up your skin. "I promise to take full responsibility for putting you in this position."

"Jeez, if you say things like that, I may cum."

"Oh, don't worry, dear," he continued, sighing with relief once his strong hands found your soft breasts. "You'll be cumming many times tonight if I have any say in it."

You squealed giddily, covering your burning cheeks with your hands.

"Ken! You're so bold today. What happened to my sweet, stoic boyfriend?" He gave a sheepish grin and shrugged, preoccupied with mapping out the fat of your breasts.

"I can't help it. I haven't had you in so long; I thought I was going to go mad." Your nipples pebbled under his touch, making you keen. You almost missed the twinge of guilt in the back of your throat due to his ministrations.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled sincerely, letting him slowly lift up your shirt despite your urge to hide.

"I know you are, princess." The nickname made you shiver, but you weren't entirely sure if it was due to the name or the cool air hitting your skin. His hands were warm and solid, pushing your breasts together before letting them fall in opposite directions. "I guess you'll just have to make it up to me, huh?"

"H-How so?" you stuttered, legs clenching together in anticipation.

"Well, to start," he leaned down, breath fanning your chest, "you'll let me taste you."

He paused momentarily, giving you the chance to reject his advances. He waited a beat, and, when you made no move to stop him, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning into your skin as he began to suck. You whined, shielding your eyes with your forearm. Normally, he wouldn't let you do that—he wanted you to watch him as he pleasured you—but he knew you were already in a sensitive position and wanted to make things easier for you.

Your nipple hardened in his mouth, giving him ample opportunity to suck it. He groaned at the salty taste of your skin, the faint, far off taste of lotion or perfume stinging his tongue. He ignored the bitterness, focusing on the taste of your sweat, the tanginess of your body in its natural state. He released your nipple, quickly moving to the other and latching onto it, coating it in spit.

"Wow," you breathed, peeking at him from under your forearm. "Guess you've really missed me, huh?" He tugged your nipple along with him as he pulled away, letting it go with a lewd pop!, causing your breast to jiggle back into place.

"You have no idea," he sighed, palming at your breasts again, kissing down your sternum to your stomach.

He paused, making you tense anxiously, suddenly worried once again that he may not like what he sees. His finger traced your skin, finding a divot that he was unfamiliar with.

"You have a new stretch mark," he mumbled mostly to himself, staring down at the newest addition of skin gracing your body.

"I told you," you almost scolded, "I've gained weight."

He hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down and running his tongue along the new stretch mark, melting his way into kissing it passionately. Your breath hitched at the sight, voice catching in your throat when he grabbed your waist and dug his fingers into your skin, as if grounding himself.

"God… I love you so much."

Without another word, he continued his way down, kissing over your stomach. Quick hands tugged down your sleep shorts, leaving you bare from the waist down. He continued his quest over your hips and mound, pressing chaste kisses onto your thighs before spreading them.

"Oh…" he sighed, lowering his head and taking a deep breath. "Oh, you smell so good."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Nanami."

"Maybe not," he pondered, "but perhaps my tongue alone could do the trick."

Your entire body shuddered when he dragged his tongue over your folds, getting a hint of your arousal before he focused his attention on your clit. You swooned, moaning loudly, back arching off the bed from the slightest flick of his tongue.

"O-Oh! Ken, oh, Ken!" you gasped, hips bucking up into him, forcing him to hold you down.

"Keep still, dear," he mumbled between licks. "I can't properly taste you if you keep moving." He licked down to your entrance, his fitted glasses being pushed off the bridge of his nose. You removed his glasses once they ran up his forehead, setting them down on the nightstand, hearing a muffled 'thank you' from between your legs.

He kept you there for a good while, lapping at your cunt languidly, moaning as he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth. It felt like his batteries had been drained for so long and he was finally rechanging them by lying between your legs like this.

"K-Ken, Ken, Ken!" His name fell from your lips like a soft and enchanting hymn as you fell over your first peak, making his cock throb in his slacks. Oh, how he wished he could fuck your pretty cunt and taste you at the same time. He'd do anything to have his cock and his tongue inside you at the same time. He might've had a dream like that once, where there were two of you and he begged to have one ride his face while the other bounced on his cock. But this was the real world, and there was only one perfect angel like you, so he would have to make do. He gave your clit one last needy suck before breaking away, determining that your climax made you wet enough to take him now.

"I've missed this," he huffed, raising himself to his hands and knees. He sat back on his haunches, unbuckling his belt, releasing his member a moment later with a quiet hiss. His dick was flushed red and throbbing, hard and eager to press inside you. Luckily, you were just as eager to have him inside you.

"Me too," you whined, beckoning him closer, pulling at his untucked shirt and loose tie. "Missed you so much, Ken."

"Don't hide from me anymore," he practically begged, running his cock through your folds. "Not touching you was torture. I can't bear to be away from you for so long."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for pushing you away," you babbled, pushing his dick down to your entrance, gasping when he started pushing into you. "Missed you, missed your cock so much—oh! Oh, I-I think I'm gonna cum again."

"Good, because I don't think I'll be able to last long." Hearing him admit that made you keen, your hand finding your cunt, fingers quickly rubbing your clit. Nanami clicked his tongue, pushing your hand away and replacing it with his own, his thumb rubbing your clit rapidly. You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Your tongues slipped around each other, licking and sucking at each other's mouths as he began thrusting into you. His thrusts were shallow but hard, hitting the end of your vagina over and over, massaging that sweet spot deep inside your cunt. He milked that spot continuously, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once again, making you thrash beneath him, impatient for that white hot pleasure you were aching for. Kento wasn't faring much better, on the cusp of his climax but determined to make you cum first despite his desperation to fill you up.

Finally, after feeling like he was going to collapse from edging himself, you came around his cock, pushing him over the edge with you. He came hard, struggling not to fall on top of you, the arm holding him up shaking as he released strings of cum inside you. You held onto him the whole time, rocking your hips to coax the last sparks of your orgasms out of your system, clawing at his ass as he finished.

When the two of you were finally spent, you stilled your movements, relaxing in each other's hold. You began to slump against each other, Kento slowly putting his weight on top of you, you wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him ever closer and holding him there.

"God…" he heaved. "That was… incredible."

"Mmm… yeah." You took a deep breath, nuzzling into his neck. "Love you, Ken."

"I love you, too, Y/N," he mumbled, burying his face into your hair. You stayed there a few minutes longer, bodies cooling due to your sweat, limbs growing sore from their unusual positions.

"I know we should get cleaned and changed," you spoke up, "but I really don't want to get up."

"I feel the same, but we must," he replied, grunting softly as he began to pull out. You whined unhappily, pouting at him for leaving you empty. Kento merely smiled and kissed your forehead. "Come on, my darling. I'll make you a late night snack after we clean up. Maybe we could go for another round after."

Well. You certainly couldn't argue with that.

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#☀️ fics #nanami kento #smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x fem reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fem reader

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fictionalslvr · 10 months

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Hello! I just want to say I love your writing, I enjoy reading your subby Leon posts hehe If it's possible, can we have an aftermath of rookie! Leon and Instructor! Reader, where it's the day of extra classes after the whole situation and it's all awkward and stuff but reader tries to act normal, maybe a lil tease, but Leon can't take it so he excuses himself to the bathroom to 'release tension' but reader follows him and then oop- got caught. something along those lines, honestly I just want more pervy! Leon

Thank you again <3<3

SYNOPSIS:Leon is a rookie cop who needs an instructor for practical classes, you. But you're so damn pretty that he can't control himself.

PAIRING: Rookie cop¡RE2Leon x Instructor¡F¡Reader

WORD COUNT:1.478k

WARNINGS: SMUT/NSFW Sub¡Leon. Male!Masturbation. Virgin!Leon. Whimpering mess!Leon. Pervert!Leon

NOTES: Thanks for all the love on my writing! And thank you for the idea, it helped me a lot through writing this. Btw, this is the part 2 of this post, so read it first to undertand properly this one ;)

Thanks for all the love, reblogs and comments, they all make me very happy😭🩵

And there is Leon again, sitting on the chair after his expedient waiting for you. After the call he did, when he knew you listened to everything, he immediately hung up the call, leaving you confused, while Leon…he was breathing heavily and extremely embarrassed that you heard everything. He looks everywhere in that room, his eyes don't stop stil, just like his leg, his hands fidgeting while he needs something to distract himself. You will hate him, that's for sure, you will yell at him on how perverted he is. Oh my, he just wants to bury himself in a hole and forget everything that happens.

When the door opens, he almost jumps on his place, his eyes staring at the floor with shame. His breath is heavy and he seems restless.

—"Oh hello Leon. Should we start?"

He looks at you, his eyes a bit confused. Did you forget everything that happened? Well, that's…better…for him. Leon gets up from the chair and his fingers are trembling when he looks at you for a few seconds. You're pretty as always, but your clothes…are more revealing than always, are you teasing him? Of course. It's so weird looking at your face after everything you heard.

Everything goes well, except it doesn't, your breath against his back, your arms wrapped around his is making Leon nervous than ever, but this time, there's a little voice in his mind saying "she remembers everything you did." Leon shivers, his breath stuttering when your hands travel down to his back.

—"Adjust your posture, okay?"

Your voice is gonna drive him crazy, it's a purring melody in his ear, that enters his brain and doesn't leave anymore. Leon nods with his head frantically. Your hands down a bit further, on his hip, pressing your body even more against his. He gulps down the tension, looking at the dummy in front of him while he trembles with the gun in his hands, he can hear you chuckle softly, are you laughing of his state? Do you know what you do to him?

Only your heavy and hot breath against his ear is enough to make him hard, your teasing voice so close like this while you rock your body at his, Leon is dizzy. He looks down for a second, only to see his hard dick on his pants, he widens his eyes, in pure shock, he needs to get this out before you notice.

—"I…I need a break!"

Leon suddenly let this out, his voice sounding so pleading while he can't shoot the dummy in front of him with you like this on him. You gently step back, leaving him with some space and he can finally breathe.

—"Okay, but be quick."

And he nods with his head again, leaving the gun on the counter before running to the nearest bathroom. You watch it closely, there's something wrong with him, that's for sure. Leon enters the bathroom and closes the door behind him with an anormal rush. He sits on the toilet and immediately unzips his pants, leading them down quickly while he looks at his current state, his dick is throbbing, red and looks so painful. Leon groans softly, it hurts so much.

—"Gotta be quick…"

He breaths in and out for a while, his face all red while he touches his dick slowly, the image of you popping on his head immediately, he imagine a lot of things you should do to him, like spitting on his mouth for being so pervert like this, spanking his ass to teach him a lesson or anything like that, it's enough to make him desire you even more. Leon rolls his eyes, the touch getting more desperate on his cock while he thinks of you, you're especially good looking today, the sight of a bit of your butt showing on that shorts…he can only bite his lips and gets enough with his own hands, he don't deserve you anyways, you would find him disgusting. But Leon can't help but imagine…you calling him disgusting while he's like this for her, so needy and looking like a puppy. His hips rock back and forth, looking for any friction to help him in that sad situation.

Before Leon can finish, the door opens suddenly, and he finds you, standing in front of him with a look of disappointment. Leon yelps softly, looking at you with pleading eyes. He immediately tries to get his pants and bowers back, but you hold his wrists.

—"I knew something was wrong. You're a disgusting pervert, aren't you? After that call…you thought i forgot, huh?"

You hold his wrists, your face is a frown while you talk to him in a hiss. Leon looked at you, blinking a few times, and he couldn't help but let a little whimper escape his mouth when you degraded him like this.

—"You're liking this? Liking when I call you a disgusting pervert? You're sick, Leon."

And you chuckle without humor, getting close to him, closing the door behind you two in that tight bathroom, he's looking up at you like a pleading puppy, it's adorable. You smirk softly, letting his wrists go while he has his dick exposed to you, you look down and see that throbbing cock, leaking pre cum.

—"Do you want me to help you, pervert? Huh?"

Leon nods with his head frantically at you, he can't say anything, he's dying in embarrassment, but he wants this so much.

—"Open you fucking mouth and say it to me."

You say to him, grabbing him by the cheeks and bringing his adorable face close to yours. Leon whimpers a little more when you do that.

—"P-Please! Do it, spit on my mouth, use me!! Just please…please help me!"

A smirk grows on your face when he finally says it, he's even more perverted than you thought, actually. You let his face go and observe as he's looking at you with no shame, his face all red while his eyes show the desire he has for you.

—"Open your mouth then."

Leon does it immediately, he's an obedient puppy after all, and this is all he's been craving for, all that he wishes while jerking off. You get closer and spit on his mouth, then you close his mouth with your fingers. Leon doesn't even need you to say before he gulps down like a good boy…this is so fucking sick, but you enjoyed too.

—"Such a sick pervert you are, huh?"

He nods again, he's looking so pathetic like this, it's amazing to have him on your fingers like this. You slowly gets on your knees, looking up at Leon while your hands rest on his thighs.

—"W-What are you doing…?"

Oh, he's still a virgin. What a cutie. You smile softly and open your mouth, getting close to his cock, and this is enough for him to understand what you're trying to do, he rolls his head back and closes his eyes. His fingers wrap on your hair while he's whiny like a bitch. You lick the tip of his cock, teasing him before starts to give him the first and best blowjob of his life. He's gonna enjoy this so much, but you're going to make this pervert even more pervert…but now…addicted to you.

#fanfic #smut #fictionalslvr #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy smut #leon x fem reader #leon x reader #leon x you #resident evil

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kitty-av · 9 months

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Hello CC fandom!

I've been lurking on CC Tumblr for a hot minute, and decided I needed to talk to people about the Facebook murder hidden objects/visual novel game. The brainrot won over the anxiety XD

I don't actually know a lot about the later games ( I watched like half of travel in time and the beginning district of MoTP and honestly it didn't feel the same. ) I mostly just brainrot over Pacific Bay and Save the World. I don't know why, but those are just MY games, you feel? The characters are just great, I vibe with them a lot. That being said, I doodled some of them!

I have no explanations or context except this. Amy influenced by Russell and the entirety of Pacific Bay would be unhinged in a good way. They become the CC equivalent of ' go kick his ass bby I got your flower ' if you get what I mean.

Angela loves Lars, I will die on that hill. She loves everyone, but Sombra is... Yknow, Sombra. Tell me they didn't try to threaten her husband and kids at least once, I dare you. Maybe it's me looking for nuance, but I firmly believe that besides her being raised in a cult essentially ( one of their branches literally was one ) she also thought there literally was no way she could stay with the team without sacrificing her family. I mean, Sombra agents got into and almost killed people in the Bureau multiple times. The only reason they didn't is because Jonah exists and he's not having any of it.

Speaking of STW, Michelle deserved better. I don't know why exactly, but I headcanon that because they were never shown together ( or so I remember ) she knew Jonah. Maybe she hired him for protection once. No other reason other than I feel they'd be those two friends that stay sober and drive everyone home after a party.

I'm really speaking about this because I randomly doodled these five, so I might as well give my thoughts.

I swear, I feel parched for interaction, I need more people to nerd out with over these games, even though I'm busy these days and likely will be. Is there maybe a discord server? Maybe I'll also lurk there ( likely not, knowing how excited I am to share all my little headcanons about these two games in particular) but it'll just feel nice to have that space to view more of people talking about the game. •^•

I'm open to doodling some more characters, but I'm doing it from memory, while bored at a seminar thing - and I'm also taking notes. I am a master of multitasking clearly. These are all done at the back of my notepad. XD

I suppose you guys can ask and I'll figure it out. I'm also probably going to give my thoughts on each character, or the little I remember if I don't.

I'm planning on rewatching Grimsborough gameplay soon because half of it has left my mind, and there isn't much emotional attachment, as with these two games, so... Yeah!

This is wordy because I'm feeling awkward posting into a smol fandom Tumblr honestly. I know it's not a crime at all, but it feels like I'm intruding into a sacred space or something XD

Well, I'll get used to it. So will you, hopefully. 👀💫

#criminal case #criminal case game #criminal case pacific bay #criminal case save the world #criminal case fanart #i do not know how to tag correctly yet #should i add the character tags #probably #i won't this time though #i can edit this later anyway XD

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thenamesblurrito · 8 months

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assorted Transformers fics to rec (part two!)

first list here! have more fics i missed the first time or discovered since then or were recommended to me by others! if you decide to read these, i recommend leaving a comment if you can to encourage the writers and show some love! 🥰 note: the ones marked with * were ones i read a long time ago and did not reread before adding them to this list, so i am going off the good vibes in my memory

An Act of Revenge for Crimes Uncommitted

canon soup, incomplete, AO3. young Orion Pax wakes up mutilated, empurata'd, and his assailants punished him for the crimes of one Optimus Prime. ooooo this is kind of heartwrenching, truly intriguing and unjust and mmmmm drama. time travel, gore, mind the tags here, a fascinating look at a bad timeline! some of the functionism stuff in here actually helped inspire my own functionist setup in SNAP

Blackout and Reboot

canon soup, complete multichap, AO3. amnesia was not on the table when Thundercracker agreed to go undercover as a human. giant robot aliens weren't on the table when Marissa took it upon herself to help the weirdest guy she'd ever met. it's a match made in heaven. i love this fic okay it's got some fantastic wth moments and TC being TC and Marissa being awesome and just. i like it. the writing could use some technical polish but the action and plot concept are good, and the fun alien/human interactions are my jam. has a sequel i haven't read

Canonfodder*

TFP, incomplete, Spacebattles. a series of harrowing updates from a poor hapless nobody isekai'd into the body of a Vehicon on dead Cybertron, and all the nonsense that spirals from there. i like this one, the pacing can get a lil jagged and the technical skill of the writing is a bit off but that's often the nature of these forum fics, i didn't mind it. definitely love the inclusion of Kup, and space video games, and the limited but interesting choices the protag can make when presented with such a dismal situation makes for a very compelling, journal-style story. if you don't know how to navigate forum fics like this, just use the links in the first post to skip to each snippet

Catching Feelings

TFA, oneshot with sequel, AO3. Bumblebee and Charlie are clearly a Thing, so what's Optimus doing thinking about her so much? honestly i just like this ship concept especially in a TFA context, it's very cute and awwwww poor Op, sorry you're experiencing emotions!

Commonality and Misunderstandings

canon soup, incomplete, AO3. a collection of scenes showing just how humans and mecha can figure each other out, no matter how wide the cross-cultural divide. this is cute! i like the human OCs and the shenanigans. talks about gender perceptions, has some mech-preg mentions, and hits some good emotional moments

the consequences of being a vehicle on Earth - even if only as a part-timer

TFA, oneshot, AO3. out of everyone who has to deal with the legality of autonomous sentient vehicles, it's Fanzone. dear god, save him. a very funny little read that honestly addresses some things i constantly wonder about re: driving laws and the bots. nothing more tortuous than the DMV!

Curious Thing, Isn't It?

vaguely G1, oneshot, AO3. the Ark crew, freshly crashed on Earth and uncomprehending of English, discover one of the tiny squishy native inhabitants. a very cute little scene, i love the variety of reactions and how they treat the kid they found

A Fourth to Remember

G1, oneshot, AO3. it's the 4th of July, and Wheeljack has taken it upon himself to make a fireworks show. lovely little story of his typical nonsense taken large-scale, and some interesting culture collision too!

The Great Space Opera

IDW/TFP crossover, incomplete, AO3. Brainstorm does a whoopsie and uh oh, is that Team Prime in the Lost Light? only a little bit written but VERY fun and i love the mindbending reactions of Ratchet meeting Ratchet. the whole premise is just. mwah

Introduction to Cybertronian Biomechanics

canon soup, incomplete, AO3. a small collection of medical essays and articles detailing a breakdown of anatomy. really fascinating, very coherent explanation that manages to condense canon and fanon into something understandable, perhaps even plausible!

Liberty Island's Decisive Battle: Godzilla vs Trypticon!

Aligned/Godzilla crossover, oneshot, AO3. when Trypticon is resurrected by dark energon and heads towards New York, Fowler remembers a certain other giant lizard monster that might be able to help. Rescue Bots cameo, Miko gets to speak Japanese, Godzilla is awesome, this is just the fic ever

Malto Family Search & Rescue

ES, oneshot, AO3. a Decepticon named Thundercracker shows up at the Malto home in the middle of the night to beg a vital favor: help find his lost dog! SUCH a cute and good and wonderful little fic that fits right in to canon!! i love TC and i love the Malto family interactions and just. oogh lovely little fic. has sequels that i am saving for a rainy day pick me up

marriages of convenience (and the inconvenience of explaining them)

IDW, oneshot, AO3. Minimus is a widower. this fun fact is dropped rather unceremoniously. the painful awkwardness is marvelously in character, there are feelings and funnies and an uncomfortably heartfelt discussion about this matter-of-fact revelation that manages to characterize each of them so well, especially Minimus

Murder Mystery Night

IDW, oneshot, AO3. it's NIGHTBEAT'S NIGHT, BABY! lovely little mystery following around the Lost Light's greatest detective when a fun game night is abruptly shut down by a real actual murder! can Nightbeat find the killer in time?

nothing is more sacred than any other thing

vaguely G1, oneshot, AO3. Skyfire is a nerdy scientist with nerdy friends, which means most shenanigans surrounding him are nerdy. very cute and fun little fic about friends and mushrooms and Starscream being duped! first in a series of oneshots that i haven't gotten around to reading yet but look equally lovely

Objectification

G1, oneshot, AO3. a human and a Cybertronian have very different opinions on who exactly the victim is in an oversexualized music video. stupid funny and good, just the way i like it! last line kills me

Optimus Prime is Destined to Die!!

canon soup AU, incomplete, AO3. poor little Orion is isekai'd into a Cybertronian fantasy light novel as one of the soon-to-die forgettable side characters: the cold prince Optimus Prime. supposed to be MegOp but that hasn't really shown up yet. fantastic premise i leapt at immediately, with interesting royal politics and classic isekai tropey vibes. it's a little slow in places from a lot of (warranted!) purple prose introspection, but i find it cool enough to read through and follow poor Orion adjusting to his new existence!

Return Me to the Stars

TFA AU, incomplete, AO3. when a near-dead little Prime is picked up by the Nemesis, it sparks a lot of shenanigans, mysteries, and interesting political developments, all thanks to Optimus being Optimus. i really love the way this fic is developing, with a terrified Autobot in enemy territory doing the best he can, an expanded cast of Decepticons, a lot of fun worldbuilding, and very engaging and dynamic interactions. features a good bit of whump for our tough lil Prime. tagged as MegOP which is still slowly developing, pretty realistically taking their time to find some kind of even footing without breaking their characterization which i greatly appreciate! the writing itself could use some spellchecking but the plot and pacing are very engaging nonetheless

Scaredy-Car

G1, oneshot, AO3. i love a good comedic misunderstanding and boy the assumptions people are making about Breakdown are WHOOF. kinda cracky, a smidgeon dirty, and just the right amount of loserness that is the entirety of the Decepticon army

The Season of the Smallest Stars

sorta IDW/Stardew Valley crossover?, incomplete, AO3. you weren't expecting a small troop of adorable little robots to help you with your farmwork. a very soft cute little fic, i love it!!! never played SV but it's easy enough to follow along anyway, and i love the cute beeping Lost Light bots helping out our farmer

Second Star From Morning

technically IDW, incomplete, AO3. only a little bit written but SELF INSERT BABYYYYYYYYY gotta love it when your protagonists are aware that this is in fact a fictional character! the panic, the questions, the wahuh?? captivating premise, i hope the author comes back to it someday

Skywarp And The Wonders Of The Unnatural World

G1, oneshot, AO3. their summary sums it up best: "The Elite Trine have a very serious and mature debate on the existence of mythical creatures." extremely funny to me, i LOVE when they're stupid and petty and catty and silly!! Skywarp is so dumb i love him so much

Small Problems*

G1, ongoing series, AO3. average human Crystal finds some shrunken Autobots lost in the big city, and her life only gets weirder from there. an OC-centric series that--spoilers for later in the series--may have been one of the original "human turned into Transformer" fics! the whole series goes from sweet and funny to heartwrenching and angsty, with a lot of in between. i love the OC and sympathize with the horrible things she ends up going through, and also the heights to which she rises! slowburn Prowl/OC, with a bit of love triangle with Jazz in there too (funfact this was the second ever piece of media in which i encountered Blurr)

Sparkless

TFP, incomplete, AO3. a Vehicon left behind finds itself fixed up by a human, and might just gain some personhood along the way. a VERY sweet little story oogh i love this Vehicon!! poor thing i want to give them hot chocolate and a blankie. it's a lovely story with an intriguing premise

Stop Me*

TFP, incomplete (but with over 200 chapters), FFN. Starscream nearly dies at the claws of the Predacons... and then he's alive again, in the past, as if none of that ever happened. a rather (in?)famous fic in the fandom, i've found, although when i first read it i didn't know that. a very interesting take on a Starscream redemption AU, paired with some fascinating outlier power moments! a little bit wooby about Screamer (maybe a lot wooby?), a lot of whump, a lot of emotion, maybe some hints of StarOP idk if that's become an actual ship since i last checked. ymmv on this one depending on your Starscream opinions but i was hooked for the whole time for sure! i need to catch up, it's technically still updating. also the author has another, shorter, complete Starscream redemption fic which i also enjoyed, check that out too

A Streetcar Named Traitor

G1, oneshot, AO3. Megatron doesn't take Starscream's defection well and Optimus has had enough. very stupid, very funny, makes me cackle as Megsy gets dunked on

Sudden Active Development... I certainly feel SAD at the moment*

TFP, incomplete, Spacebattles. another isekai forum fic, this time somebody gets dropped into the body of Nemesis Prime and has to deal with running around as an Optimus lookalike! i like the misunderstandings and the process of adapting to a strange new body. some stilted dialogue, and it gets a little weird about gender perception but i can gloss over that. ramps up with more canon characters, a sprinkling of OCs, and completely taking canon off the rails within the last few posts! this one has threadmarks for easy navigation

Turning Points*

vaguely G1 AU, incomplete, FFN. Prowl was one of the most brilliant tacticians among the Decepticons, and then they destroyed his home. it's gonna be a long climb into the good graces of the Autobots for this defector. an absolutely fantastic character driven piece with a brilliant premise, i love how Prowl is written. and the politics of defecting and dealing with a security hazard, mmmmm good!

An Uneasy Partnership*

sorta G1/Armada/canon soup?, ongoing series, FFN. Alexis keeps an unruly Starscream in her barn. this can only go well. this series is WILD, it escalates and gets worse and then better and then worse again, you root for Screamer and then you hate him, poor Alexis is on a constant horrid rollercoaster but hey, (spoilers), she gets a cool robot body and also a tyrant king boyfriend out of it??? but man is it a long, manipulative, whumpy road to get there. the powerplays and emotional turmoil in their dynamic just keep going and it's fascinating, although probably not for you if you don't like bad power imbalances. it's the end of the world as we know it and whatever comes on the other end is going to be only as good as you make of it. i think this series may also be sort of (in)famous in the fandom? idk i don't pay attention that well

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IDW, drabble, tumblr. in an unexpected meetcute, Minimus finds himself rescuing Rung. honestly it's just a quick little concept of a conversation but it has captivated me and i'm obsessed with it

#transformers #fic rec #rec list #macaddam #transformers fanfiction #long post #ive got a list of to-read/to-finish fics too and ill make another one when i work my way thru all of those...#most of them are long multichaps tho so uhhh who knows when

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feelyourrush · 2 months

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A Sonny Disposition || Tim LaFlour x F!OC || Chapter 001

Synopsis: Sonny, a freshman at Stratford University, is a bubbly and hyper-feminine fashion design student all the way from Australia. She's excited to be on her own for the first time, but settling into independence is proving to be more complicated than she anticipated. Thankfully, fellow student, piercing-lover punk, and hockey ingenue Tim LaFlour lives in the same apartment building as her and is more than willing to lend a helping hand—even if they seem to be from completely separate worlds. What will they learn from each other? What will they have the patience to teach each other?

Genre/tags: Pure fluff, no smut. A friends-to-lovers slow burn romance with mutual pining. Imagine two golden retrievers crushing hard on each other p much!! Slight age difference, big size difference.

Word count: 1,850

A/N: My first fic in the Matt Lillard tag! My first fic on this blog! My first fic in a long, long time. And of course I couldn't help but start a new series. Aiming for this to be a novella/shorter chapter book. Hope y'all enjoy and please leave feedback if you have it!!

"Honestly, Auntie Steph, Uncle Benny—" I let out a grunt, hoisting a large suitcase and out of the back of their trunk— "Don't worry too much about me. I'll be fine, and I know who to call in case I need any help."

They followed behind me, with Auntie Steph carrying a large dress form and Uncle Benny pushing a dolly with the rest of my things. "We know, love. We're just one call away, and your Auntie Steph has some clients downtown," Uncle Benny addressed me from behind the pile of moving boxes atop the dolly as we walked into the apartment building.

"Right. I'm down here at least twice a week," Aunt Steph said. She was a consultant for an interior design firm, handling top-tier clients. Famous actresses, hockey players, the like. I held the door open as best as I could, practically squished between the door and the railing of the small staircase up to the apartment building.

I was a few days away from starting my freshman year at Stratford University in Toronto. I was a late registrant, so by the time I got accepted, there was no housing left in the freshman dorms. Instead, I was assigned to an apartment typically reserved for the upperclassmen. It was still maintained by the university, but I supposed I still had perks. Living with the older students probably meant a bit more freedom, not that I was planning on doing much besides schoolwork.

My aunt and uncle were just like my parents, worrywarts. Except, I could at least dodge my parents somewhat; I came all the way from Australia where I've lived for the last... well, my whole life. They were busy with work so all they could do was drop me off at the airport. Between then and about an hour ago, when I met up with my aunt and uncle at the airport, I traveled alone and enjoyed it. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, and I appreciate having people who cared about me a lot—but my goodness, could they be overbearing!

I was trying to hide my anxiousness to get rid of my aunt and uncle, but I wasn't so sure how well it was working. "I know. I've got you both on speed dial," I said, flashing them one of my signature megawatt smiles as we careened my things inside.

Like in the movies, students were bustling across the lobby, traversing its small space with ease. They looked grown up, if that makes sense. I felt intimidated, to say the least, and had half a mind to pay a visit to the chancellor's office or find someone else in charge to see if they could squeeze me into one of the freshman dorms. I would take an air duct if it was all they had.

My apartment was upstairs, at the very end of the hall on the third floor. The building seemed older, less well-kept and modern like the rest of the university. The dusty spiderwebs in the corners of the ceiling and the scratched linoleum in my room gave the whole place a nice charm, though. It was lived-in, and felt grown-up, too.

I could feel the excitement set in as Uncle Benny emptied the dolly. Eventually, they plopped onto the sunken-in, emerald green couch in the middle of the living room. I laughed, watching them take their exaggerated breaths. We were a theatrical bunch.

"Somehow, we did it," Auntie Steph said.

Uncle Benny checked his watch. "Alright, honey. It's almost lunch time. We'll get out of your hair so you can get something to eat. Remember what we said."

"Of course," I said, giving them hugs as they stood up from the couch. Real good hugs, too, like the ones I'd given my family right before I got on the plane. It was a bittersweet moment, one that marked the end of my phase as that little kid who played dress up with her Barbie dolls and the beginning of my new chapter as a fashion design student. "I love you both."

"We love you too," Aunt Steph said. "We'll send our wishes."

After they left, I was so exhausted from my long journey that I thought I'd better rest, too. With a deep breath, I landed on the couch—and heard a crack of wood underneath me. I sank a few inches.

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"Thanks so much," I said while signing my name on a piece of paper. I looked up at the gentleman with a polite, expectant smile.

"Are ya sure you don't need our help carrying this up?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at me. Behind him, a small crew of movers were transporting my new couch into the lobby.

"Umm..." I sized the couch up and down. It was about the same size as my old one, with three cushions. Knowing my parents, they ordered me something a bit hefty so it would last longer, made of real wood and all. I had the upper body strength of a squirrel, probably, but I didn't want to look stupid in front of the movers. I was grown up, after all, doing big girl things now. Surely I could move a couch by myself. Giving them all a thumbs up, I said, "I should be able to handle it. Got some friends coming soon to help me."

"Alright," the gentleman filed my papers away and gave his crew a shrug before walking out. "Have a good day, miss."

It was just me and a couch in the lobby now. "Hmm." I circled it, feeling its plastic wrap. At least I wouldn't have to worry about the cushions flying off while I was carrying this thing. I glanced over at the elevator, which was much too small to fit the couch on (and it probably would've been over the weight limit). Then I looked up at the stairs.

Not realizing I was taking up the space in front of the main entryway to the building, I heard someone clear their throat behind me, startling me.

"Uh... need a hand?"

I didn't know where to look first, because it certainly wasn't his face. He was a tall guy, at least a foot taller than me, bleach blonde, and he wore these giant black combat boots, faded gray jeans that had more than a little distressing on them, and a cut-off t-shirt that said The Ramones on it. He had a cornucopia of piercings on his face. Their silver beads reflected under the fluorescent light. I'd never seen anyone like him before.

I was probably gawking, because a second later, he spoke again. "You okay?"

I picked my jaw up off the floor. "Yeah! Yeah, totally. I just, um..." I chuckled awkwardly, patting the top of the couch.

"Did you order this thing?"

"Yes, I did," I said confidently.

"You know, the apartments come with their own couches, right?" He couldn't hide his smile.

"Yeah," I said, not so confidently anymore. For a scary-looking guy, he had a big, friendly smile. It caught me off guard, just like the rest of him did. "Mine, um, broke."

Despite his smile, I thought he was going to chew me out and tell me to move. But he looked the couch up and down, and then looked at me at least up (my lower half was covered by the back of the couch) and said, "Right. Well, I'm cool with it being here but I don't know if the rest of the guys will be."

"Rest of the...?"

Before I knew it, a slew of boys—men? students?—flooded into the apartment building, vaulting over the couch and brushing past me to go upstairs. They were all the same size and stature as him and for a second there, I was worried I would get trampled, so I stayed completely still, scrunching my face.

They were all carrying duffel bags and hockey sticks, dressed in Stratford jerseys and sweatpants. I put two and two together. When the dust settled was around the same time I realized I could ask them to help me carry the couch up, but they were already gone by then. I looked over at the guy and we seemed to be on the same wavelength.

"Do you think I could—"

"Hey, do you need—"

We chuckled, realizing we talked over each other. He said, "I got you." Then, he hollered up, "Hey! Sammo! Bowman! Could use a hand."

They spawned from above, almost racing each other to the bottom of the steps. I couldn't help but laugh at how rowdy they were.

"Oh, we got a new couch for the spot, eh?" asked Sammo, whose name was on his jersey. Bowman splayed across the couch for a laugh before hopping back up.

"This is..." the blonde guy looked over at me, furrowing his brow.

"Sonny. I'm Sonny," I smiled.

"Tim, you caught yourself a girl from down undah?" Sammo teased.

The blonde, who I knew now as Tim, continued. "....Sonny, and she needs our help carrying this to her apartment. Apartment...?"

"13."

"Damn. That's all the way at the end of the hall, isn't it?" Bowman asked.

"C'mon, boys. Sonny's new around here. Let's be polite and make her want to stay," Tim said. It was then that I noticed he also had a duffel bag and hockey sticks, which he set down outside. They each took a side and I went to lift my own, but I was met with a hand up from Sammo.

"Don't worry about this, me'lady. Don't want you liftin' up a finger." Sammo grinned.

So, I took careful steps behind them, figuring I shouldn't insist to be in the way, and watched them pivot with every bend of the staircase. This was a whole lot easier than careening this whole thing up myself. I wasn't sure what I was thinking when I let those movers leave.

Finally, they set the couch down in the middle of my room. It seemed to be no effort to them at all. I wore a warm smile.

"Thank you guys, so much," I said, holding my hands together.

"Ah, don't mention it. C'mon, Sammo, let's go." The pair left my place, and me and Tim, alone.

I chuckled, feeling a bit awkward. "You really saved the day," I said. "Sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry," he told me. "Looks like we were at the right place at the right time." He smiled. "Well, Sonny, it turns out I'm actually in the apartment right underneath you. Number six. So if you need anything else..."

A sort of dread filled my stomach. You could hear every step you took in this place thanks to the creaky wooden floors. I was already a bit worried about bothering my neighbors with my endless nights of sewing and my impromptu dance parties, now I had to think about not bothering Tim. Strange and yet adorable and super helpful Tim. I tried to hide how horrified I was with a smile right back.

"Cool. I'll keep that in mind," I said. "Thanks again, and, um, see ya around."

"See ya."

#tim laflour fluff #tim laflour x reader #tim laflour #matthew lillard x reader #matthew lillard #poc writer #senseless 1998

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