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judyx526 · 11 months

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Genya Shinazugawa NSFW Alphabet

Note: I normally don’t post on Tumblr at all. But I noticed a lack of Genya fan fiction and it seems a lot of people feel this way, so I made a simple one. Genya is 4+ years older for this, so he’s around 20-21. This is 18+ kids... I know where to find you.

A=Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)

The king of aftercare. He makes sure you’re taken care of and comfortable. Always grabs a damp towel and water after doing the deed. Need more pillows and blankets? You name it and he’ll grab it. Want to soak in the bath? Man’s booking it with you in his arms to the bathroom. Considering his father was an abusive jackass to his own mother and did more harm than good, so he’ll do anything to take care of you.

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“Are.. Ahem are you alright?” Genya croaked

After catching your breath, your hands soothed their way into his thick hair. A smile graced your lips as you nodded, “Yeah… I am a little thirsty though.”

He stared at you for a moment then set his forehead on yours and responded with “Alright..”

Within minutes, Genya was running a warm, damp towel along your thighs and stomach while you drank some water. Once you were finished, you gently stopped him from overcleaning and pulled him into an embrace, a small blush evident on his cheeks as you pressed his face against your chest. The man was asleep in seconds as you massaged his scalp, and pressed kisses to his head.

B=Body Part(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

On himself, he likes his arms. Despite not having the best confidence in himself, he knows he can depend on his strength, whether it be to protect or please you.

On you, he loves your neck and thighs. Though he’ll never admit it out loud, he loves leaving marks on both spots. Especially on your thighs. There’s just something about biting and sucking on such sensitive areas that drives him crazy and makes him want to leave more than intended.

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Your legs were starting to cramp from how long he’d been holding them on top of his shoulders. Even so, it was undeniable that Genya was enjoying himself and taking his time leaving hickies on your plump thighs. Despite the awkward position, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him because of how good his teeth felt on your skin. With a small tug on his hair, his dark eyes met yours with a hint of concern. A hum escaped your throat as you nudged his face closer to your entrance with a blush. Red enveloped his cheeks before pulling your hips closer to his face. This man was truly gonna be the death of you.

C=Cum

Most of the time, on your stomach or back. There’s something about making a mess of you that makes him go feral. Half the time, it’s what gets him going for another round.

However, every once in a while, he’ll release inside you and watch in awe as his cum seeps out. You always giggle a bit at his fascination with the staring, but you love it either way. You love seeing him go crazy from it, even if you end up walking funny later.

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“Enjoying the view, love?”

Genya jolted a bit at the comment before muttering an apology.

“Don’t say sorry. I like it too.”

“Ah.. good to know.”

D=Dirty Secret

There’s not much Genya will keep from you, after all he promised to always be honest. However, he has had thoughts of you taking control over him more than usual. I.E. tying down his hands and feet while you have your way with him. Watching you ride him time and time again always gets his heart racing and his imagination running wild.

One other secret is the fact he likes it up the ass. How he found out was by pure accident. He was on top of you when your hand traveled down his back to grab his ass cheek and a couple of your fingers dipped into his hole. He didn’t even think you realized what you were doing considering how tight your grip was on his plump ass. Afterward when he happened to be on a solo mission, he reached down and tried it for himself. Let’s just say his face was beet red after. Overtime, he’s been working up the courage to ask you about it, but he gets too flustered by the time you’re in front of him. One day he’ll tell you. Hopefully.

E=Experience(how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

This is Genya we’re talking about, the man blushes whenever he interacts with girls period. He was surprised with being able to pull you for himself. Once you had reached that critical point in your relationship where you two were getting a little too touchy, he was embarrassed to admit he’d never had sex before. But you didn’t blame him. Being in the Demon Slayer Corps didn’t grant either of you time to have that pleasure, even if it was for yourselves. However, the first time you two had sex was truly a once in a lifetime experience.

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“Um, Genya?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Can.. Can you kiss me for a minute? Please?”

His only response was to stare then place his lips on yours and rest his hips on yours. A moan hummed in your throat as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and legs around his hips. You felt one of his calloused palms cradle your face as the kiss became more passionate. Even knowing how strong he was, it made your heart swell with how gentle he was with you.

A few minutes later, you whispered his name and pulled away, cradling his face.

“Be gentle, okay?”

He simply nodded with a small smile then pecked your lips once more.

F=Favorite Position

You might as well be asking him to choose between you and his favorite meal. He can never truly pick a favorite position; however, he does have a top three:

1) Cowgirl

2) Missionary

3) Upstanding Citizen[basically fucking you against the wall]

He does have a weak spot for doggystyle, especially when he’s got a lot of energy and his confidence is higher than usual. He feels bad when you can’t feel your legs after, but you have no qualms or objection when he’s rougher. It’s a big turn on actually.

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This was the third round, and you two were just getting started. You had been separated for almost a month due to a really important mission he was assigned. Shinobu had just released him from the hospital as most of his injuries were healed. Your grip on his hair was almost terrifying as he held your thighs open and thrusted into you, pressing you back against the wooden wall. His face was buried into your neck with your head arched back.

“O-Oh! God, Genya… Right there!”

“Fuck…! I missed you so much, baby..”

His teeth attached themselves to your throat, causing a loud moan to echo through the room.

You had a lot of catching up to do.

G=Goofy(are they serious all the time or will they make you laugh?)

Genya has always been a serious man, just like his brother. That includes when you’re having sex.

But every once in a while, he’ll end up making you giggle while trying to be all stoic. It’s unintended, of course. However, if it makes you happy, he won’t mind. Your laugh is the music to his ears.

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“Heh.. G-Genya…” you utter out as you try not to laugh at the state of his wild hair nearly covering his eyes.

“Ah shit..” he cursed at himself as he tried to fix the mop of hair, slightly irritated he didn’t tie it up.

“It’s… It’s okay, love.. Pfft, r-really..”

“But you’re laughing!”

“Because it’s adorable!”

“I’m not supposed to be adorable, damnit!”

A laugh erupted from your chest as you held your stomach. You truly didn’t mean it, but his flustered attempts to make himself all serious for your sake was a bit comical. Genya made a move to get up with a huff but you grabbed his arm and pulled him into your embrace with a giggle.

“I promise it’s okay. I love it when you’re like this. You don’t have to be perfect for me. I love you for you.”

A small blush rushed to his cheeks before he pouted in defeat and muttered “Thanks..”

H=Hair(are they well-groomed?)

Even before he met you, he always made it a rule to keep himself well kept and clean. He’s an overall clean person despite his condition to consume demons. Genya keeps himself trimmed and well-groomed, though there are times he completely shaved off all the hair.

On you; however, he could care less if you were as smooth as a baby’s bum or as hairy as a bush, it won’t keep his oral fixation down. He’ll eat you out till you crush his head and suffocate him. ‘A hell of a way to die’ as Sanemi put it.

I=Intimacy(how are they in the moment?)

Considering how touch-starved he was when you two started seeing each other, the ‘intimacy’ was nonexistent to him. Slowly, you introduced him to it through holding his fingers and gently massaging his scalp. He practically fell asleep the first time he laid in your lap as you messed with his hair.

When it comes to sex, it came naturally to him. Simply from watching you be gentle with him of all things. Pressing his forehead to yours. Holding your hand. Checking in to make sure you’re okay. Hell, running his hands along your body to massage the aches out of your muscles. He loves doing it. He needs to be as close to you as physically possible.

J=Jack-Off(do they masturbate often?)

Genya can be a bit prideful, but not overly prideful. He understands his body has needs. But it doesn’t mean he’ll masturbate every single time. This is a man trained to be in control and calm at all times.

He won’t get himself off unless it’s truly unbearable. And even then, he tries to restrain himself until he’s with you again. He’s almost always in danger, he’d rather take his chances waiting for you. He cherishes every moment he spends with you.

K=Kink

Overall, Genya isn’t too kinky. He likes to keep things simple. The kinks he does have are truly stimulating.

1) Breeding Kink - This one is pretty obvious considering he loves watching his cum leak out of you. The thought of you being full with his kids isn’t a common thought, but a very tempting one.

2) Biting/Marking Kink - Another obvious one, afterall he leaves hickies all over your thighs, shoulders, and neck. Simply put: if someone sees them, it simply means ‘fuck off, she’s taken’ to any potential single man.

3) Choking Kink - When I mean choking kink, I mean it very mildly. Sometimes, he simply likes to hold onto your throat while he fucks you. However, he makes it a point for you to tell him if he’s squeezing you too much. Which thankfully hasn’t happened. Like I said, this guy has a lot of control over his strength.

4) Slight Manhandling Kink - In simple terms, he likes to hold your hands above your head and even toss you a bit. But only if you’re comfortable with it. This one is very slight as it only happens when he really needs to get his energy, and even frustration, out.

L=Location(where do they like to have sex?)

Genya prefers to keep your sex lives in the bedroom. It’s the most private you guys can get and he wants to keep it that way. And again, he has a lot of self-control. You, on the other hand, have tested his patience a couple times.

There was only one time he fucked you outside the comfort of your bedroom. You two had a couple of drinks, and you thought it would be a good idea to tease him. He proceeded to fuck you behind a tree. He won’t admit it out loud, but it was a little fun.

M=Motivation(what turns them on, gets them going?)

He doesn’t need too much motivation when it comes to you. Just say the word and he’ll have you on your back in seconds. Then again, Genya always makes it a point to ask you if you were sure. Your consent is all he needs.

N=NO(something they will not do)

Genya will absolutely never inflict any pain on you. Too many people in this world suffer in pain every day. When he wants to have sex with you, he wants both of you to feel good. Period.

Despite it happening once, Genya is still firm in his belief to keep your sex lives in the bedroom. No one else needs to see you two in such a vulnerable position.

O=Oral(giving or receiving?are they good at it?)

When I tell you this man has an oral fixation, it’s almost always like he’s dying of thirst. He is a natural giver. Want you to sit on his face 24/7. Half the time you guys get intimate, it consists mostly of Genya with his face between your legs. There is a reason he has a strong jaw and sense of taste. Sometimes he gets a little ahead of himself and overstimulates you. But you love it. It just requires a small break in between rounds sometimes.

When it comes to receiving oral from you; however, Genya turns into an absolute blushing, blubbering mess. Tries not to cum too quickly, but you don’t mind. In fact, you try to get him to release a few times from your hands and mouth before actualling fucking. It’s when you use your tongue that truly drives him insane. Like he’s fisting your hair and almost throat fucking you(poor baby always worries about hurting you tho).

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Delicate fingers tug on Genya’s hair as his tongue laps up your folds, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. This was your third go around and the stimulation was starting to overwhelm your senses. He was always so insatiable when it came to tasting you. His grip on your hips and thighs were the only thing keeping you steady as you sat atop his face. You really wanted to treat him as well, but he refused to accept the praise until you’ve cum on his tongue at least four times. Truly vigorous this man.

“Genya….” You moaned and whimpered as your hips moved back and forth against his mouth.

“Fuck.. Fuck me, you taste amazing.” he mumbled on your folds

If this was heaven, he wanted to stay forever.

P=Pace(are they fast and rough? or slow and sensual?)

It really depends. Most of the time, he wants to take his time with you. Passionate and sensual is the definition of a perfect night for you two.

On days he’s feeling extra spicy, he won’t hesitate to fuck the shit out of you. He will hold your hips so hard there will be handprints on your skin later. I’m talking there will be accessories and decorations shattered on the floor. Clothes? Torn to shreds. Furniture? Will be broken and replaced

Side Note: He feels embarrassed afterward and worries if he hurt you, but you’re a giggling mess. So, you just hold onto him and tell him you like that side of him. He blushes and accepts the affection.

Q=Quickie

Pretty much nonexistent. Like I said, this man does not like having sex with you out in the open. The time behind the tree was a one time thing.

Aside from the obvious, he doesn’t just want to pull you into some closet like a dirty secret. He wants to caress you, hold you, and kiss you as if it’s his last night on earth.

R=Risk

Don’t need to reiterate. He will not risk anything that includes exposing or hurting either of you. You are the most important person in his life[aside from Sanemi] and that is all anyone needs to know.

S=Stamina(how many rounds can they go?)

Remember how I mentioned he prefers to have you cum on his tongue at least four times before the main event?Yeah, that doesn’t even count.

It’ll start out slow and sensual like usual, but he’s rubbing your clit half the time. He likes it when you two finish together. This can go for three rounds without breaks.

He’ll clean you up with his tongue, but not to overstimulate you. He just really likes to eat you out.

The last two to three rounds, he gets a bit excited and thrusts with more passion than before. He’ll cum before you do but he’ll keep going until you cum one more time.

Overall, he can last about five to six rounds. Even on days he’s tired. He will not stop until you are satisfied.

T=Toys[modern headcanon]

Personally, I believe he would have a small collection of toys. A couple vibrators[for both you and himself], dildos[mainly for him ;)], and some handcuffs and rope. We all know he secretly likes it up the ass.

U=Unfair(do they tease you? do they like to be teased?)

Genya doesn’t necessarily like to tease you. He sees no point to it as he simply wants to please you, not torment you.

As for himself, he doesn’t care for it. He won’t mind if you tease him a little bit, but he’s grateful you don’t. You will please each other till kingdom come.

V=Volume(how loud are they during sex)

Genya isn’t too loud. He mainly grunts and groans in your ear. However, if you touch and scratch him in the right places, he’ll whimper fairly loudly. You can’t help but smirk a bit from it, but you never bring it up since it’ll embarrass him.

W=Wild Card

This is mostly circumstantial as it pertains to the type of demon he’s consumed. His demonic abilities fade away within hours; however, there were a few times the demons he ate affected his tongue.

Long story short, the demon had a forked tongue. Normally, that sort of thing wouldn’t affect him, but for some reason, this time it did. The morning Genya came back from his mission, he woke you up with a bit of a surprise. You were louder than usual as he tongued you. Having a forked tongue inside was a whole different experience. Apparently, Genya forgot all about it and was just going along with it out of habit.

X=X-Ray

Genya is a big guy. Bigger than his older brother[who denies it]. It’s safe to say he’s on the bigger spectrum overall.

He’s five and a half inches soft and almost seven inches when hard. He’s mostly long and a bit veiny. One vein runs along the underside of his dick, which is sensitive when you glide your tongue along it.

Y=Yearning(how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive was nonexistent before he met you. After though? He wishes he could have you 24/7. But he doesn’t show it, he’s a gentleman after all. He must show he has self-control around you.

Z=Zzz(how fast do they fall asleep afterward?)

After making sure both of you have been taken care of, Genya almost always falls asleep right away. The sex plus all the fighting and training that comes with being a Demon Slayer takes a toll on his mind and body. So, the fact he can sleep in the arms of the person he loves is all he can ask for at the end of the day.

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The soft snores from your lover’s lips were music to your ears as you ran your fingers along his back up to his scalp. A smile spread across your face before closing your eyes and humming.

“I love you, Genya… More than you’ll ever know.”

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Hope you guys enjoyed!

#genya shinazugawa #genya smut #genya x reader #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #genya shinazugawa x reader #smut

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hornedqueenofhell · 8 months

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Steddie Sick fic pt. 4

Pt 3

Eddie wakes up and immediately feels his hackles raise. This isn’t his bed, this isn’t one of his friends' houses, hell he doesn’t even remember leaving Hellfire last nigh… oh because he didn’t. He fainted, but where is he now? And why is he still dressed?

He cracks one eye open to assess his surroundings, the room is nice, the bed doubly so. The pillow smells dusty though, like this room hasn’t been used in a while. His wallet and everything are still in his pants, it had been too humid for his leather jacket today, yesterday now, but nothing lends any details as to where the hell he might be. His shoes are even tucked away nicely next to the bedside table.

The smell of food hits him and stops all thoughts in his tracks. He’s still sore and his throat feels like someone took sandpaper to it, but his head is clearer today than it was yesterday and his stomach is growling. He gets his shoes back on and laced up before creeping downstairs as quietly as possible. There’s no pictures or anything to indicate who lives here but he’s seen Harrington’s living room before when he’d dealt. Why he’s here is still a mystery, Harrington hasn’t thrown a party in years.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

Eddie jumps almost a foot in the air as the man in question appears through the doorway to the kitchen. He’s barefoot, wearing a pair of criminally low slung sweatpants with no shirt and when did Steve Harrington get chest hair?! He sucks on his lower lip so he doesn’t drool and excuse me was that a once-over? Did King Steve just check him out? Oh his poor queer heart cannot take this.

“I’m working on breakfast if you think you could keep anything down for me.”

I’ll go down whenever you want big boy. Eddie mentally slaps himself before giving the other man a weak smile, “I’ll never turn down food but umm, why am I here?”

“You don’t remember?” Either his imagination is going wilder than usual, fantasies of biting Steve’s neck and chest notwithstanding, or Steve Harrington is giving him a disappointed pout.

“I was at Hellfire, and then I woke up here.”

“Come eat and I’ll explain.”

He trots after the younger man into the kitchen, ignoring the massive fuck off table in favor of grabbing a stool at the breakfast bar. He watches Steve cover a pleased little smile with his hand and he’s not sure what he did to earn it, he would like to so he can do it again, every day for however long it makes Steve do that. Steve makes up a plate for him with buttered toast and scrambled eggs, it’s not much but it looks good.

“There’s plenty if you want more, figured I’d start you off easy considering your fever was so bad last night you passed out at your game.”

“Christ, I did? Guess that’s why I don’t remember anything, maybe I got a concussion.” He shoves a bite of eggs in his mouth, they’re delightfully fluffy.

“I doubt it but I can check if you like, I’ve had several.”

“Umm, I guess?” Eddie shrugs and prepares himself to answer the usual questions that people ask when someone has possible brain damage. He is not prepared for Steve to come around the edge of the bar and physically turn Eddie to face him before lifting the metalhead’s chin with a finger curled under it and leaning in close to his face.

“Look right at me please.” He asks softly and Eddie resists the urge to blurt out ‘every damn day if you ask me like that’. Eddie can feel the warmth of Steve’s body so close to his own, the younger man almost close enough to have settled between his thighs instead. He barely holds back a whimper when Steve’s thumb brushes over his jaw, his fingers carefully tilting Eddie’s face as he examines his eyes for what feels like much longer than it probably has been.

“Your eye dilation looks normal, I’d ask if you see something you like based on how wide your pupils are but that’d be pretty unprofessional of me.” With a wink Steve steps back and walks back over to the stove while Eddie crosses his legs with a cough.

“W-what do you mean un-ahem-unprofessional?” His throat was scratchy from being sick, that's all.

“I’m going to EMT school. I know they think I don’t know that they know but Dustin is about as subtle as a bat to the face. And everyone keeps slipping me flashcards that are definitely not in my handwriting. It’s why they called me when you went down, I guess no one in your band could take you with them.” Steve starts eating eggs right out of the pan and tapping his fork over his plump, wet bottom lip and that should not be attractive what the fuck!

“So my van is still at the- school! Fuck what time is it?!” He starts looking around frantically even though he’s fairly certain no one thought to give Steve his backpack. Or his lunchbox.

“I already called the school, told a little fib about already being certified and that you’d be taking today and tomorrow off to recover from being sick. So you’re excused and Dustin or one of your friends can pick up your schoolwork.”

“Jeez man, thank you. I’d offer you a dime bag on the house or something if I had my lunch box.”

“How about you drop by movie night instead sometime? You could bring a few joints if you want.” Steve offers like they’re fucking friends or something, “You are good with the kids, they’ve been through a lot and the rest of us in the Babysitter’s club appreciate it. So you might as well join us for beers and movies and get the rest of the club package.”

“You need someone to help you veto the rest of the group's artsy movies don’t you?”

“Yessss,” Steve slumps against the counter with his head buried in his arms, “anything but another German expressionist film please!”

“Alright big boy I’ll give you a hand.”

Steve popped back up, cheeks flushed and a wide smile on his face, “Thanks Eddie, ugh I’m so happy I could kiss you!”

Eddie choked as Steve looked up at him, flushed and disheveled and barely dressed and he was not a strong man dammit!

“Never took you for the type to kiss boys Harrington.” Remember you’re straight and stop looking at me like that. Steve just shifts to where he’s leaning on his elbows, pushing his pectorals together in a way that would have made plenty of women jealous. He folds his hands and balances his chin on them, batting his eyelashes at Eddie.

“You’d be surprised.” He says slyly before nudging Eddie’s plate closer to him, “Finish eating before it gets cold, then I’ve got some pain killers for you and we can just crash on the couch for the day unless you want me to take you anywhere.”

“You, want me to stay?”

The smile Steve sends him feels undeserved, like he missed a chapter in this book somewhere. He and Steve had spoken maybe ten words to each other in high school and now he’s invited to have a movie marathon with the ex-king while he has a cold.

“Sure Eddie, I’d just be here alone otherwise.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want my uncle to catch this. Aren’t you worried about getting sick?”

The younger man shrugs, “Guaranteed the munchkins are going to get it, which means their siblings are going to get so one way or another I’m going to end up getting it too. Might as well get it out of the way now.”

“You’re not really anything like I expected.”

“Is that a good thing?” Steve asks softly, the first sign of insecurity Eddie has seen from him in their few interactions.

“Very Stevie.” He can only offer back honestly, the gentle smile he receives in return is like feeling the sun come through the clouds.

"Just no horror movies please, they can give me migraines sometimes." The younger man asks bashfully.

“That's fine by me sweetheart.” He goes back to his food and accepts the painkillers Steve hands him after.

He’s curious about what a day spent with Steve Harrington will be like.

Steve’s going to romance this cute nerd with a crush on him so hard. Thank you for reading!

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #sickfic #emt!steve #steddiefic chronicles

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myfanfic-urfantrash · 2 months

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OKAY I'M NOW HAVING MORE BRAIN ROT BC OF YOU /pos

BLADE 100% BITES AS BOTH A LOVE LANGUAGE AND JUST TO CALM HIMSELF DOWN *keyboard smash* i can see this man waking his partners up by gently biting on their shoulder in the morning or taking a little nibble at their side to tickle them. also absolutely likes to gently bite at fingers just because he thinks it's fun (this man is tabby/black cat coded ffr) he also has a really bad problem with biting his own fingers/nails when his oral fixation gets to be too much

jing yuan + oral fixation too???? this is both a blessing and a curse for his partner bc of how long he could just go at it for so long that it’d be overstim central for whoever’s getting that treatment (can it be me please?) *ahem* anyway

- messy nest (we all carry the hsr a/b/o tag here 😤)

Oral fixation kings! And yes we carry the hsr a/b/o tag :V

cw: omegaverse, nsfw

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Blade

Man bites all the time. Want attention? Bite. Hungry? Bite. Want to tell your mate you love them? BITE.

He's always gentle with his bites except when he gets a bit too excited during his ruts/heats. Biting for him is like holding hands for others to keep grounded.

Likes to tease his mate by nipping and sucking at their fingers if he's in the mood for a bit of fun. Might even nip at their neck if he's really in the mood.

His mate will probably take his hands into theirs before he can bite at his nails and either give him their own hand to suck and nip at or simply kiss him to keep his mouth occupied. His mate probably also carries and gives him chewy candies like gum or ginger candy to chew on so he has something to chew on.

Jing Yuan

His oral fixation is just amplified by the fact he just can't get enough of his mates taste. Will definitely overstimulate them on purpose though he will take a break should they say the safe word. If they don't say the word though he's gonna keep going until he's sore.

He doesn't care if they're sitting on his face or if he's lifting them up for him to taste he's enjoying himself to the fullest.

Always gives his mate the best aftercare afterwards and rests his jaw by applying a nice warm compress to it. As soon as they're both rested up and he's no longer feeling sore, if they're willing he's ready to go at it again.

#honkai star rail a/b/o #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader

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suicide-with-dazai · 8 months

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How they kiss ♥︎ - genshin men

characters : kazuha , xiao , diluc , scara , heizou , itto , childe , gorou , cyno .

(im bi but im better writing about men than women LMAO)

tags: kissing , making out , some nsfw themes , fluff , some nsfw situations alluded to in some parts , biting .

mostly fluff some nsfw themes / minors respectfully dni ♥︎

starts under the cut , enjoy <3

kazuha <3

kazuhas kisses are always genuine , and they always have a meaning . usually its a soft peck on the forehead or the cheek . whether hes proud of you or hes saying goodnight , he just cant seem to keep his lips off your skin .

his favourite place to kiss you is your neck , however . kazuha loves the way you gasp when his breath hits your neck , and when his lips touch your skin and you run your fingers through his hair .

unsurprisingly , he gives A LOT of kisses , whether it be in public or in private . when youre making out or getting intimate , you know he cant help but kiss every inch of your perfect body - from your face to your thighs . he always has kisses to spare <3

xiao <3

xiao doesnt usually show affection in public , however if you do recieve a kiss from him in public , its usually because hes proud of you for something , and its more than likely a kiss on the top of your head .

his favourite place to kiss is your head . whether it be on the back , side or top . when youre out in public , hes usually standing behind you if youre talking to someone , resting his chin on the top of your head nonchalantly , with his arms around you . it makes him feel so warm the fact that youre his . he loves always having his hands on you . however , xiao prefers recieving kisses than giving them .

in public , xiao doesnt give you many kisses . however in private , hes all over you . kissing your face and shoulders . sometimes hes too shy to kiss you on the lips so most of the time you have to instigate the makeout sessions <3

diluc <3

diluc shows a lot of public affection and kisses you very frequently when youre sat behind the bar with him at work . while hes waiting for another customer or simply cleaning glasses , hell have you sat on his lap . kissing you every so often .

his favourite place to kiss is your lips , he loves seeing them covered in his spit when he pulls away . at work , its usually a light peck on your lips every so often to show hes not ignoring you , just busy . however ... at home ? damn . he cant help himself . theres been several occasions where as soon as he gets through the door , hes making out with you , pressing your back against the wall and holding your body so close to his . and he wont stop until youre both out of breath .

as i said , he cant help himself , his mouth is always on yours . when youre making out , he loves slipping his tongue into your mouth and biting your lips every now and again . hes a really good and passionate kisser . and after every kiss , he licks his lips just to taste you again <3

scara <3

sometimes , scaramouche just kisses you to shut you up . he ignores you quite frequently , and when you point it out , he kisses you harshly to make you be quiet . however other times , if either of you are upset , youll share a kiss to make it better . hes the sort of person where when youre arguing , hell kiss you to make you be quiet .

his favourite place to kiss you is your thighs . when youre getting intimate he feels compelled to leave kisses up and down that plush skin of your thighs . he is a thigh guy for sure . (same scara same - except im a girl) AHEM- when youre getting intimate with him , his eyes are almost always on your thighs . he loves to kiss and lick them , and leave marks all over them .

so so so so so many kisses . in public , he doesnt give a fuck , hell kiss you , bite you - anything . all he wants to do is own you and show everyone who you belong to . sometimes he gets a little to needy and starts kissing your neck in public , and you have to pinch him to get him to calm down a bit . he shows public affection constantly . whether hes standing behind you with his arms around you or walking with you with his hand over your shoulders .

heizou <3

heizou always kisses to show affection . like kazuha , they are never meaningless . when hes working on a case in his office , youll be lying at the other side of the room on his sofa . when hes been working for a while , hell take a break to get on top of you to kiss you for a while . kisses always get him riled up , he just loves the closeness and trust that they require .

his favourite place to kiss you is either your neck, lips or your hands . he cant decide . when he picks you up for a date , or simply greets you , he always takes your hand and kisses it . making you feel like royalty . and to him - you are . he also love kissing your neck ; licking and sucking on it as you hug him and rub his back . and your lips ? theyre just so soft and .. kissable ... he seriously cant help himself - sneaking his tongue inside your mouth gets you both so excited .

his kisses always either comfort you or make you feel needy . in public , he also doesnt care . he loves public affection . how the people of Inazuma look at the two of you hand in hand and say ' aww ! look at them ' . he often kisses you in public , he loves you that much . his lips are always so soft as they brush over yours . something else youve noticed is that he always winks at you after he kisses you in public <3

itto <3

itto mostly kisses playfully . when you ask for a kiss ( because you cant reach unless he leans down ) he sometimes says , " you gotta catch me first ! " then he runs away , eventually slowing down and you catch up to him . you dive ontop of him , sending you both to the floor and kiss him where hes ticklish until hes laughing hysterically .

his favourite place to kiss you however , is your face . basically anywhere he can reach in the moment . forehead kisses are usually what he goes for though . he always has such a comforting aura , and the kisses add to that . in private though , hes a sucker for kissing your chest .

in public , he mainly hugs you instead of kissing you . however in private , he gives you lots of kisses . he just loves you so much , and he likes recieving kisses too ! he loves when you appreciate his muscles . either on his arms or his abs , he simply melts when you kiss them and drag your tongue over them . also , when hes feeling silly , he makes an almost comical ' MWAH ! ' sound when he kisses you , which always makes you laugh <3

childe <3

childes kisses almost always mean that hes proud of you . cutely enough , he even kisses you while hes asleep , on the back of your neck or on your shoulders as he cuddles behind you . when youre in public he kisses your lips mostly , but just a peck . and always rubs your back as he does so .

his favourite place to kiss you is your stomach though . when youre lying down on your bed , he crawls on top of you , kissing your stomach on the way . he loves your soft skin and how ticklish you are there . he likes recieving kisses just as much as giving them . and when youre making out , he kisses for so long to leave you both gasping for air .

childe may not give as many kisses as others , but you know hes gonna miss you when he kisses you as he leaves the house . and when youre out with him , hell kiss your lips to show how proud he is of you . at home , his kisses always last longer , and you can count on him to start massaging your shoulders as you kiss <3

gorou <3

gorou has a habit of kissing you when he gets excited or giddy over something . hell pepper your face with kisses as he gets all excited and stares like a wondrous child into your eyes . his tail wags with joy as you kiss him back .

his favourite place to kiss you is either your cheek or your back . when hes cuddling you in bed , he wraps his tail around you both and kisses all over your upper back , hes obsessed with how warm you get when he shows you affection . in public however , he kisses your cheek , its always soft , sweet and meaningful . he gets shy when you kiss him back though .

in public , he doesnt kiss you a lot . it makes him nervous . when youre alone or at home together , he plants soft kisses on your face as you fall asleep next to him . when youre making out though , he usually gets all flustered and whines when you tease him . (hes weak for neck kisses) <3

cyno <3

cyno quite literally kisses you whenever , wherever . he always kisses to reassure you , or comfort you , or simply just to show affection . he loves it when you kiss him to calm him down , and he sighs into your mouth as he becomes less stressed . he doesnt care ; hell kiss you infront of anyone . he loves to feel possessive over you and kissing you will show anyone who you belong to .

his favourite place to kiss you is your neck . and thats his favourite place to be kissed too . he loves how you shiver when his lips brush against your neck . he tilts your head up for better access as he sucks on your neck . he likes when you kiss his neck because it always makes him feel comforted and loved . the way you brush his hair aside to kiss him , and the way you snake your arms around his waist as you do so .

he kisses you a lot . a LOT . when youre making out , he kisses you everywhere . up and down your body , basically worshipping you . if you kiss his neck for too long , he might just let out a groan from how good it makes him feel . the two of you always enjoy the long kisses where your hands get tangled up in eachothers hair as you whimper into the kiss . hes the type to always ask for a kiss though . most of the time , he just moves your hair out of the way and looks into your eyes for consent with a little ' mm? ' to which you always nod <3

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chris-continues · 10 months

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Maybe another idea if u would like :P

What if Vash or Nai get into a big fight and is loosing a dangerous amount blood, maybe the reader could offer help?

What if Nai turned feral because he hasn't been drinking enough blood because of how much he hates wolfwoods blood?

OH HO HO FERAL NAI HHEEHEHEEH U KNOW ME SO WELLLL LUNE MWAHAHAHAHAH

ahem.

*straightens out papers* shall we begin?

Suggestive?? But not really- Nai is hot and cold (when is he not tbh) pining (do we know if it’s mutual? OOoOo) (the header is lowk satire but also not)

TW: blood, biting (although that’s expected so)

TAGS: @lune010 @vashfantasy @coffinbeananteiku

“You, with your kind words and wonderful laugh, and Nai hates, loathes you even. Do you taste as sweet as you act?”

Nai hated having no sense of control.

Control was what he craved, every second of the day. The hedges in front of the manor were to be trimmed in this exact manner, the books organized in their usual fashion, and his collar straightened out just the way he liked.

His urges, feeding- that was one thing he could not control.

While Vash found it plenty fine to feed from an undertaker such as the human he’d welcomed into their home once a week to feed, Nai turned up his nose plenty times at said offering. It wasn’t like anyone was clamoring for him anyway- all of said visitors only came for Vash’s company, bright smiles and joyous laughs. He was so pathetic in that way, pleasing them as if his company wasn’t enough.

Hmph.

Well, aside from their usual visits, now he had you. You resided in the castle amongst them, entertaining Vash with your feeble presence and conversation- tending and assisting wherever and looking into the library whenever.

How did you plan to pay them back? You couldn’t just live here for free. You cleaning up every now and then didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, as servants tended to such matters all the time, clamoring to his feet as head of household.

The minute Vash had offered some of Nicholas’ blood to him, he adamantly refused. The man reeked of cigarette smoke and musk from outside, and the scowl he’d been giving him was returned in full.

His hunger continued to grow.

Vash could tell- the chew of his lip constantly, his slight jumpiness to his straight dazed state on occasion- he was losing control.

Slipping.

Vash truly believes his cravat being tucked slightly to his dislike would drive Nai wild, minuscule irks seeming to irritate him to no end, even more so than before.

And that’s where you come in.

Sweet and attentive, truly just wanting to help- he hopes Nai has taken more of a liking to you than Nico. Would you be preferable to him? He truly doesn’t know, but he’s hoping for the best. Seeing his brother starve before him isn’t something he finds enjoyable, worrying him greatly into the hours of day and night.

When Vash proposes the idea, a hand gesturing to you in a flourish (as if marketing a new product), Knives’ eyebrows furrow further in rejection of the idea.

“Absolutely not.”

Depending on you? A human? Knives’ supply of blood began to run low awhile ago, the dwindling amount that had gone to 0 fluid ounces a known fact that he had tried to lock away in the recesses of his mind- as he did with every other issue.

“They just want to help, and you do need the blood.. it’s either them or Nico, Nai.” Vash’s voice is patient, as it always is, but he can detect a hint of pleading.

And he supposes you’re a bit less insufferable than Nicholas, and your neck is exposed revealing any moles or freckles or-

No. No. He cannot accept. No.

The smell of you is intoxicating. The way you saunter from one room to the next, cheeky comments and, god.

Vash doesn’t comment on his refusal over the next few days. But by god does he note the antsy habits of Nai starting to kick in. Drumming his fingers against the hard cover of a book or his mahogany desk in the study, his study, where you sat now with one of his books.

“I apologize- Vash handed it to me as a recommendation.” Which you’d found strange, considering he wasn’t one for literature, unlike Nai, who found comfort in the world of reading often.

His face was unreadable. Eyes set on the book in your hands, forearms resting on it as it lay on your lap, silence thick and swimming in the room.

“Uh, here you go..?” You stood up, chair moving back as you rested the book onto his desk. Your wrist was so close, he could grab it and take a bite if he really wanted to. Your outstretched wrist was practically dangling before him, and before you knew it a large hand clasped around your wrist and tugged you closer, your hip bumping into the front of his desk as he brought your pulse point to his lips.

The thrumming of it was routine, he noted silently, flow of blood felt against his lips as he takes it in, snowy eyelashes fluttering closed in temporary relief. From your point of view? He was absolutely ethereal, comparable to a seraph with his angelic appearance. He’d always been painstakingly beautiful, and unbelievably cold, but for some reason his touch felt.. warm. Well, as warm as he could be.

“…May I?” His eyes open in questioning up at you, and despite the fact you’re towering over him as of currently (as he’s still seated in his plush armchair), he still exudes some sort of power.

At least he’s trying to.

“May you what? Hold my wrist?” A breathy chuckle escapes you, a huff leaving his lips. You can feel it on your skin.

He speaks as if he’s exposing some inside joke you should’ve gotten by now, “Feed from you.” His voice is uncharacteristically small to its usual commanding tone- it’s quite the change of pace, adding onto the surprise striking you. He doesn’t miss how you swallow thickly, he can hear it. Doesn’t miss how your heart picks up, he can feel it,

He doesn’t miss how you nod, hesitance evident in your mannerisms yet he pauses once more, “Pull up your chair. It’s better when you sit.” He instructs curtly.

Had he fed from many people before? Vash never disclosed such details with you, but the thought still crosses your mind as you sit back in your chair, scooting it closed until your knees bump into the wood and your elbows rest comfortably on the surface of his desk. His fingers clasp around your wrist again, lips meeting with an unexpected tenderness as he.. kissed your pulse point.

The rhythm of it is almost soothing, the motion almost too sweet. Maybe he’s being considerate for once and preparing you for the pain, you think, as he checks for your reaction once more. Pecks meet your wrist once more, your palm grazing his cheek as he wonders what you’d taste like.

And he was just beginning to satiate that need as his fangs dug into your skin, the initial bruising soreness nothing as painful as you’d imagined. In fact, you’d studied from the books in the castle’s library that high class vampires had the ability to calm who they fed from, injecting some sort of substance to momentarily comfort their prey.

Although strangely, you didn’t feel like prey. Rather, he worshipped you in some strange way, even with him continuing to suck greedily on your arm, you could feel the blood leaving you but the needy grip on your wrist was telling.

He needed this.

His other hand came up to grip your arm, holding you still. As if you’d pull away. It didn’t truly hurt besides the starting sting of the bite, which had faded into a dull ache by now. His thumb was against the back of your hand, stroking the skin. Perhaps it was in hopes to coax more blood out of you? Or maybe do you wouldn’t attempt to struggle, to writhe in pain and try to hide away? There was the idea he was being loving, but that most definitely wasn’t true. Not with him. He clearly held a distinct bitterness for most, and that included you. Sadly.

But as he pulled away, slight daze in his gaze as he looked up before you… with his lips stained cherry, tongue laving at the wound in hopes to get one last taste- the sight alone caused your breath to hitch in your throat. An understandable reaction, you’d say.

He forced himself away, curling back into himself and laying in his armchair. “..you’re free to go now.”

“Ah. Yeah.” You respond curtly, having no true idea on what to say.

The minute the door to his study closed shut behind your person, his eyes closed as his hand covered his brow bone, tongue running against his teeth and lips to taste the remnants of you.

You were a nuisance, remaining in his study and conscience even when you weren’t truly present.

The next time hunger strikes him, it’s around a week later.

Vampires are supposed to feed multiple times per week to sustain themselves- how Nai had managed to curve that hunger for so long was either through status or sheer willpower and determination.

Hunger hides for nobody though, as one night you find neat stationary underneath your chamber door. A black wax seal is pressed into the parchment, the initials, K.M. , in rich lettering engraved into what must be a seal stamp in one of his fine desk drawers. The parchment is thick and rich beneath your fingers- even his letters were extravagant, his neat handwriting detailing:

Arrive at my study tonight, 6:45 o’clock.

-Knives

How informative of him. No hi, hello, or perhaps even a basic explanation as to why, but Knives was above the formality of a simple greeting, pfft. With a roll of your eyes, you focus on the letter once more. Hm. His signature was rather elegant, swooping K ending with a sleek S.

It suited him.

Being punctual was something Knives appreciated, your timid form knocking at the double doors of his study, knuckles hesitantly knocking.

“Come in.” He sounded almost.. bored, (although that was far from the truth), fang prickling his tongue in preparation for what was to come. His trenchcoat and outerwear had been hung neatly on the coat rack beside his desk, cravat a bit looser around his neck as if he had been trying to destress.

You seated yourself before him like last time.

“..any reason why you requested my presence?”

It had occurred to you a long time ago Knives loathed explaining himself or his behaviors, believing he could go about as he pleased. To an extent? That was true. But he couldn’t just summon you and not have any sound reason.

His eyes darted to the side before settling onto you once more, eyeing you wearily. “..your blood.” He muttered, hand crossing over his chest and sighing.

…you waited for further elaboration, but clearly none was to come.

“You.. you need to feed again?”

“Yes, I need to feed again.” He exhaled in exasperation, “Is your offer still on the table?” It was amusing how depraved he must be, and it entertained you until at the end of his retort you caught a glimpse of his fangs peeking from his lips once more. He was clearly annoyed with you, but something else seemed to irk him moreso than his usual pissy self.

It was probably just the hunger talking.

Scooting your chair forward, you allowed your knees to bump the front of his desk once more, extending a hand silently in waiting.

“Close your eyes,” he muttered, moving his lips to your skin. His breath cascaded upon you, leaving you to quietly savor and relish in each ministration. Do vampires have the ability to do such magic? To entrance whoever they feed upon? If they do, Knives’ surely must be strong.

He’s a high class vampire, one of his kind, so it truly only makes sense.

Your eyes flutter closed at his command, awaiting a bite that doesn’t come. Instead, he continues to kiss your wrist once again.

But he doesn’t stop.

Plush lips laying chaste kiss upon kiss up your forearm, hand holding your wrist before moving to encapsulate your smaller fingers in his as he twirls..

Closer to you now. His footsteps are practically silent, as terrifying as that may be it only thrills you. His palm on your shoulder is the first solid touch you feel aside from his hand holding yours, breath shaky as he takes you in.

His nose nudges your jaw, free hand laid upon your collarbone. Each sensation astounds you, coalescing and building upon one another and leaving your mind in a heavy fog alike to the smog surrounding the manor.

Hands cool against your quickening heartbeat, he barely has the patience to feel it with his hands, then lips, then his fangs.

His proximity is intoxicating. Almost pressed against you, he can hear and feel your chest below his hands as your breath hitches from his teeth digging into you. You flood his senses like no other, it’s a nuisance, truly, and this is the only way he can subdue it.

With his fangs hitched into your neck and him relishing in the slight gasp you give, pulse quickening with a silent hum of his lips.

A depraved, guttural groan leaves him as he holds you by the junction between your shoulders and clavicle. Thoughts of you have been running rampant in his mind for what feels like an eternity, painstakingly on loop in his mind constantly- with you holding him closer, as if you.. enjoy this.

That thought alone twists something within him as he forces himself to pull away, a few stray drops of blood dripping down his chin and dirtying his cravat.

“You.. you are dismissed.” He cooly disgregards you-

You and the split crack in his composure you cause in your wake, as he loosens his cravat around his neck once more, desire thickening. It’s soon to become palpable, as your presence in the castle is more apparent.

#yes it’s mutual #mutual pining #vampire au #vampire knives #knives millions #millions knives #millions knives x reader #knives x reader #knives x you #millions knives x you #Trigun #tristamp #Trigun stampede #Chris writes #drabble #fanfic #knives millions x reader

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khuzena · 2 years

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yoru and omen make-out hcs?

Makeout hcs w yoru and omen (+cypher and chamber because im a simp)

Tw. A bit nsfw

Omg finally( ╹▽╹ ) thank you for requesting! (≧▽≦)

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Yoru

Yoru rarely makes out with you in public, due to him getting flustered when other people see him, especially jett and phoenix; if they both see this man getting intimate with you they'll never stop talking about it.

Though in public, he'd just brush his hands with your and press a small peck on your cheek and look away.

However, in private, his kisses are deeper and heated.

Pulling your face closer to his as his hands wander and trace every inch of your body, especially your collarbone.

His kisses are passionate and slow as he stares at your eyes, lovingly; admiring your features and continues kissing you.

As he kisses you, his lips taste like matcha since most of the time he drinks it alot when he's with you. Not that you're opposed to it.

As you both pull away, he then nips at your collarbone and holding you tighter.

After that, he'd put a hand between your thighs as he kisses you again and pushing you down to the bed.

He'll pull you up and slowly take off the hem of your underwear. As you watch him do his own thing, blushing and whining at him playfully that he should 'stop'.

He likes to place love-bites all over your body, it gives him a sense of dominance over you so he doesn't stop doing it until your body is littered with his kisses and hickeys.

He doesn't care if anyone saw it, infact, he'd be more proud if someone noticed it and pointed it out.(as long as it's not jett and phoenix who points it out)

When you both are tired, the kisses are short but he loves to litter your face with small kisses.

Although if you guys aren't that tired, it'd be passionate and slow and will most likely lead to, ahem ahem sex.

Overall, great kisser and a very passionate one too. Just a bit shy at first but as you both get comfortable with each other he's a bold piece of shit. 100000000/10

Omen

He's a shadow and I don't think he has lips but let's say hypothetically he does.

Since this man forgot his past life, he's pretty inexperienced when it comes to kissing.

You'd have to teach him the ropes and you'd have to be the one who initiate the kisses until he gets more experience and becomes more comfortable.

When you both make out, he gets very nervous and the kiss gets really messy but he's trying and is really into it.

His lips taste like nothing compared to the other agents, he doesn't need to drink or eat so it's like you're kissing a soft cloth most of the time.

He doesn't mind kissing like small peck on the cheek stuff in public, but full out make out sesh? Nah. He doesn't get embarrassed but he doesn't want to get caught either.

As time pass by, he starts to become really experienced and he's the one initiating the kisses now.

He'd pull you into onto his lap and starts kissing you, then wrapping his arms around your neck.

Though most of the time it's sloppy and he gets embarrassed sometimes because some days he just doesn't know what he's doing.

Doesn't mean he doesn't like it though, in fact, he likes making out with you even if the make out sessions are short.

Make out sessions don't really end up like ahem ahem.. seggs unlike yoru and chamber. (Though it did only happen 1 time)

Once he gets too comfy with you though, no one will believe you if you said omen like to dirty talk sometimes.

Overall 12/10 shy at first but very passionate, sometimes sloppy but it's the thought that counts.

Chamber

Chamber probably has a lot of experience like cypher when it comes to making out.

Boy is so charming he's probably had some hook ups here and there(rarely though) but onto the topic.

When he kisses you, the kisses are romantic and passionate, like yoru but more confident about it.

Sometimes he's a bit rough and would slightly bite your lips and pin you against the wall and hold your wrists so you won't move.

He'll often trace his lips from your lips to your chest and hold you tightly.

Teasing is something he does lots and he uses it to his advantage, sometimes mid make out sesh, he'll lean to your ear and say something teasing as hell and he finds it amusing when you stutter and get shy from what he says.

He doesn't mind kissing you in public and doesn't give any shits if you both get caught, in fact, he likes making out with you when there's a chance you two will get caught because he likes to rub it in on peoples faces.

There are times he gets very stressed and is longing for your comfort, he'd randomly teleport to your room and kiss you in the cheek and teleport back to his room because believe it or not he gets shy sometimes. (And doing that to you, he'd literally scream at himself internally why the fuck did he do that)

When you two make out, you can taste a little bit of coffee that he brews often and drinks in his room while he works; his lips are soft but when you two kiss, like I said, he softly bites your lips or maybe grazes his teeth onto your neck.

Sometimes you'd hang out in his room and watch him do his work, he notices you peeking from behind and ushers you onto his lap.

You'd plop down on his lap while he works and he occasionally looks at you with loving eyes and you press a small kiss on his nose, that he'll gladly reciprocate.

The make out sessions with him are good and when no one's around, there's a 70% chance y'all will definitely have seggs

Overall 473849/10 because he's a little shit and a tease but I'm into that (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Cypher

The man we've been waiting for cough cough

Idk but for me I think he's the one who just doesn't doubt his skill in kissing and making out with you and will gladly teach you and lead it if you wanted to.

Most of the fandom has collectively agreed he's had a family, if so if he had a wife then that's already a bunch of experience,(add some experience before he's met his wife and thats a shit ton) but don't worry that's in his past and he doesn't have time for anyone else but you.

When he makes out with you, the kisses are rough but romantic as he pulls you closer.

Much like chamber, he likes to tease and flirt with you every god damn time to just see your reaction.

In no way he would ever kiss or make out with you in public because of him keeping his identity a secret, and he would never want to be caught in the act. (But he does like making out with you in an empty alleyway)

In private though, he'd take it slow when he feels like it; peppering your face with soft kisses, onto your nose, cheeks, forehead and just everywhere.

Most of the time when you guys are alone, he'd randomly pull you into a deep kiss and brush your hair away from your face. There's little to no taste from his lips other than the lingering taste of mint tea he often likes to drink.

A bit nsfw but man has a high seggs drive and most 'innocent' kisses turn into heated kisses and lastly onto just him inside you.

He likes doing the french kiss with you and would sometimes abandon his work just to spend time with you and cough cough make out with you.

Much like yoru, he gets very handsy mid-make out sesh and would pull your hair a bit just for his amusement.

After the kisses though, he'd nuzzle his face on your neck and you both just stay there, ignoring the work that cypher should've finished yesterday; but for him doing things like this with you is much more better than work.

He's very dominant and my guy is a sadist and would make you beg for his kisses when he suddenly stops.

Most of your make out sesh with him will just end up with him inside you 90% of the time unless one of you guys are not in the mood or just too busy.

But he'll always find a way to spend time with you even if it's just short kisses.

Overall ∞/10 this man is just the best at doing it I don't make the rules it's a universal fact.

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This was long as shit but I hope you enjoyed it even if it isn't proofread and probably had some errors (◕ᴗ◕✿)

And the urge to just add chamber and cypher because i love them both

Thanks for reading and requesting

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#cypher x reader #valorant fluff #valorant x reader #chamber x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant headcanons #yoru x reader #omen x reader #valorant smut

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hypersonic04 · 8 months

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Ohhhh resource cupboard make out sesh maybe during break 😍😍

OH this is perfect. I think you’ve done your hair a bit different, maybe curled it a bit looser, and you’re wearing one of his favourite work outfits (maybe a top that’s a bit more fitted, in a colour he loves on you), so he’s been looking at you all morning. You kept catching him staring across the room in assembly, shaking your head at him and biting back a smile. His arms are crossed and his muscles are straining against his shirt, and you know that if you go into his classroom later on, you’re not going to be able to stop yourself from doing what you really want to do. But who cares.

You knock on his door when the bell rings for lunch - he’s at his desk, chin resting in the palm of his hand and brow furrowed, looking a bit frustrated.

“Got a minute, Mr Macdonald?” You poke your head round the door, and he physically softens when he sees you (or hardens, if you get my gist. you can make your mind up about that lol). You make your way over to him, his eyes so dark that it makes you swallow heavily.

Standing in between his legs, he rests a hand either side of your thighs as you ask him what’s wrong. You lean down to press a kiss to his lips, but the feeling of his hands around your hips is just a bit too much and makes your stomach warm. He can tell when you hun into the kiss, raising his eyebrows at you when you pull away. It’s always been something you’ve daydreamed about, getting it on at work lol, but never actually thought would happen, not until now, anyway. He stands up and kind of walks you backwards a few steps, eyes fixed on yours, and you just know where this is going. Like you said, resource cupboard make out sesh. It’s hot and it’s stuffy in there, and you’re in such close proximity to each other, the smell of his aftershave just surrounding every inch of you. Your nails on the skin at his neck makes him groan, pressing you further into the shelves behind you, and it’s not until he checks his watch as sees five minutes to go that he properly pulls away. He rests his head on your shoulder, allowing himself to, ahem, gather himself and come down from high of making out with you at work, your fingertips gently raking through the hair at the nape of his neck as he presses a kiss to your collarbone. It’s all whispers of sweet nothings and gentle kisses to corners of mouths after that, until he decides you both really have to get back to work lol. You avoid him for the rest of the day, his lips forming a smirk whenever he sees your pink cheeks, but his issue hasn’t exactly been resolved either, distracted and restless the whole afternoon. It is definitely fixed at home though, lol.

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #matty the 1975 #asks #teacher ross

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windhamsrotunda · 1 year

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Pacify Her - C.C

Pairing: Christian Cage x Female! Reader

Synopsis: Christian Cage is always wearing that damn turtle neck when you are out and about with him, but soon, it gets too out of hand and you bravely (try) to confront him about how you feel about it.

Rating: Mature (18+)

Warnings: dilf!christian, age gap (the reader is in her late 20’s), smut: fingering in a public place (in the back of the library), the reader and Christian almost get caught, kinda edited.

Word Count: 1,282 (ficlet, I guess?)

Every time you see your older significant other, Christian, he’s either wearing a black or light brown turtle neck that hugs onto his body. He probably does all of this on purpose, because in the back of his mind, he knows it turns you on. Along with that five hundred dollar watch wrapped around his wrist, oh my god don’t forget about those dress pants. He shows them off so damn well because he knows that he’s got the dilf vibe in him. He makes you weak in your knees as no other man could, he’ll manhandle you while he’s wearing his signature turtle neck just to make sure his baby girl knows who owns her.

Your books plopped down hard onto the library floors, bending over to gather them up in the palms of your hands, a ‘’ahem’’ erupted through the silent library. Christian fucking Cage himself in the living flesh.

‘’You know you shouldn’t be bending over that far down without asking for help first?’’ He asked, ‘’Especially with that tight skirt of yours showing off your skin to random people around you. Here, let me be a gentleman and help you with your books, they must be so heavy for you, little one.’’

A slight smirk of amusement flashed upon his plump lips, he bent down at breathtaking eye level gently so caringly taking the books out of your hands.

‘’Thank you, Christian.’’

Your cheeks were burnt pink as soon as you noticed what he was dressed in, leaving you standing there by yourself for a second. You watched him set the books you dropped down on one of the empty spare tables five feet away from you, he probably sensed you staring at him all hot and bothered so you snapped out of your trance, awkwardly walking over to him.

‘’I bet those books weren’t heavy for you now, were they?’’ You bravely challenged, biting your puffed out bottom lip.

Christian turned to face you, his eyebrows knitted.

‘’No.’’ a sharp exhale of breath, more of a frustrated breath escalated out of the older man. ‘’But if you keep on teasing me the way you are, you’ll have to find out for yourself on how heavy I can have you panting like a whore for me right now if it wasn’t for us being in a public library.’’

His cold stoned breath was trickling down the back of your neck.

‘’You bending down to grab those books the way you did, did you think I wouldn’t have seen you when you have gotten the chance to fix your pretty little skirt?’’

You closed your eyes temporarily, feeling the heat pool in between your legs which made you clench them closed as you listened in on his words carving in the back of your fuzzy mind.

‘’Answer me when I'm talking to you,’’

‘’I-I’m sorry, sir. I won’t let it happen again.’’ choking on your own words, you heard him curse under his breath quietly in response.

‘’Tell me bunny, what do you want to do? Do you want to wait for me to take you home and fuck you like the woman you ought to be, or you just can’t wait any longer and you want me to fuck you in the back of this library, right here, right now? Your choice, choose wisely.’’ he seductively whispered.

‘’I want you right here and right now. I don’t care if we get caught,’’ you answered with a hint of arousal in your voice, not overthinking about the options he gave you.

‘’Good. Because I can’t wait any longer either. Follow me.’’

Christian took your smaller hand in his much larger hand, he glanced around every corner of the library there was just to make sure there weren’t any librarians nearby in sight. Dragging you to the back of the library with no suspicion from other people of what might occur between you and him, the sooner you knew it, you were pinned against the wall with hands above your head as he drew the air out of your lungs with one deep passionate kiss. Consuming the sugary taste that fell off of his lips, he let out a hot moan.

‘’Fuck you in this turtle neck of mine? Is that what you were wanting all this time? Because I know damn well that’s what most of your fantasies are about.’’ a dark chuckle tickled at your skin, ‘’don’t be shy, use your words. I want to hear you.’’

‘’Y-yes sir,’’ you managed to utter out between the kisses, ‘’fuck me in that turtle neck of yours, please.’’

‘’With pleasure. Use my fingers on you first or fill you up?’’

That cocky bastard.

‘’Just fuck me.’’ you plead, your voice growing louder and more desperate.

‘’Guess you want me to use my fingers, yeah?’’

Christian let his grasp go of your wrists, he watched in pleasure of you favoring your wrists, then yanking your skirt off alongside your underwear. A smile played upon his lips admiring your already wet core, how fucking hot and bothered you were for him was so ridiculous. Even if he wasn’t in that goddamn turtle neck, it didn’t matter how he was dressed, but something about his turtle neck had you feral for him.

Curiously darting his finger across your slick folds, despite the fact of him barely touching you, you writhed under his sudden touch. His thick finger disappeared inside of you, slowly pumping it in and out, in and out until you were grasping onto nothing. Attempting to hold yourself up before your knees gave out, you were in fact panting like a whore as he promised earlier. Picking the pace up of his finger, he inserted another one without a single warning, his blue eyes piercing into yours as his face dramatically fell into the crook of your neck.

‘’My god, bunny. You are so soaked for me. Bet you weren’t this wet for your last boyfriend, huh?’’ Christian mumbled, slowing the pace down of his fingers, then gradually picking up the speed again driving you crazy.

‘’Oh, oh fuck, Christian!’’ You cried out, ‘’I’m about to—-’’

Suddenly when you were on the verge of reaching your high coming undone all over your fingers, he came to a dead stop.

‘’Shh! I just heard someone walk by. Fuck, fuck.’’ Slipping his two fingers out of you, he slightly slapped you on the thigh gesturing for you to get dressed.

‘’W—What?’’ You questioned him dumbfounded, pulling back on your underwear and skirt.

‘’We can’t, Y/N. Not when we’re about to get caught,’’ Christian sighed, ‘’Guess I was pushing my luck here with the thought of us not getting caught. God fucking damn it.’’

‘’I mean, we can always wait until we get home, right?’’

‘’Yeah, it wouldn’t hurt anything,’’

Pulling you into another steamy kiss, but this time quick, his hand found yours again and intertwined his fingers into yours.

‘’I am so lucky to have you as mine. Next time when I wear my turtle neck around you, guaranteed we will finish off what we started.’’

Likes, Reblogs, and Feedback are appreciated! - Shar?

A/N: I wrote this at 12 a.m. and didn’t finish this until 1:50 a.m. yup lol

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autumntouched · 1 year

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Day 12 of Ode to Phoenix

This is the first NSFW, 18+ ode to Phoenix so for anyone who wants or needs to (ahem minors,) please exit stage left or right at this time.

Prompt: When Hangman compliments her lingerie, Phoenix realizes it's his favorite and uses it to seduce him. Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry AU...don't ask me how the Super Bowl ended up in this one. It did.

Requested by: @melodiousoblivionao3

Warnings: Not really a plot, just Hannix smut. m masturbation, m/f blow job, m/f vaginal fingering, mention of m/f intercourse

A/N: Once again, from my brain to the page with few edits. Sorry for any mistakes. xx

Team Colors

They’re not practical. The silky ribbons that hold the dark green satin and lace thong together come undone too easily or show through anything that hugs her hips. A friend gave them to her as a joke several years ago, and she almost never wears them. But she and Jake are behind on laundry, and it’s the only option left in her drawer if she wants to be ready to go in time.

“Phoenix, are you–,” Jake trails off as he comes through the bedroom door. She pauses her search for a t-shirt and looks over to find her boyfriend staring like his brain is buffering. “Is that new?” he stammers.

She knows what he’s talking about, but she never misses a chance to mess with him. “Is what new, dickhead?” Natasha asks innocently, looking around.

He swallows and reaches up to rub the back of his neck. His gaze jumps up and down between the matching lace bra, which he’s seen plenty of. His eyes darken to the color of the lingerie she’s wearing. “That thong,” he chokes out.

Natasha turns to face him and pops her hip. He fidgets, subtly widening his stance. “Not exactly new. Like it?”

Jake struggles to get ahold of himself because they don’t have a spare moment before they have to head out. “Looks good on you.” He slides his hands into his pockets and turns to leave.

“Weren’t you going to ask me something?” she prompts, not trying to hide her amusement.

It takes him a moment to remember. “I was going to ask if you’re almost ready, but uh, no rush.”

All day she catches him watching her, gaze lingering on her lower back and hips, what’s underneath her jeans no doubt preoccupying his mind. But before they get home, he gets called in early the next morning to cover for one of the instructors and the thong ends up in the hamper before he has time to appreciate it.

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Natasha smooths the freshly made bed and wonders where Jake is with the rest of the laundry. “Bagman!” she calls.

No answer. He doesn’t respond to "Jake" either.

She exhales sharply through her nose, annoyed. He probably got distracted on his phone. She heads down to the laundry room to check on him. The door is ajar, and it’s not the sound of the washer or dryer coming from the room.

Jake breathes heavily over the muffled slick friction of his hand on himself. A high whine punches out of his chest on what sounds like a particularly firm stroke. Natasha bites back a smile and creeps forward on tiptoe to peek into the room.

He leans against the wall, head thrown back and hand in his gym shorts. His throat muscles strain with his mounting arousal. Clutched to his chest is her green thong. “Fuck, Nat,” he exhales.

“Did you summon me?” she asks softly, pushing the door open all the way.

Jake’s eyes fly open and whatever part of his skin isn’t already flushed goes bright red. “No!” he shouts, throwing away the panties like that will save him now.

“Didn’t realize how much you liked those on me,” she teases, stooping to pick up the abandoned evidence. His chest heaves as he waits for her reaction. She makes a mental note to pack a little surprise for him the next time he goes on a trip or deployment. But for now, she sways her hips on her way to him and presses the thong to his stomach.

“How about you hold onto these while I finish where you left off?” Jake’s pupils blow wide open at that.

“Huh?” he asks stupidly.

She doesn’t give him a chance to put his brain back together. Natasha drops to her knees, one hand still holding the thong to his abdomen while the other tugs off his shorts and works his boxer briefs down his shapely thighs. He’s still holding his full, hard length, his head glistening with his precum. The musk of his aroused sweat and sight of his well-endowed dick stretched to its zenith goes straight to her core. She wraps her hand around his and lowers him to her mouth, darting out her tongue to swirl his tip. There’s a sweet edge to the saltiness of his leaking precum from the peaches he ate earlier.

He grunts and lets out a litany of “Fucks!” when she wraps her lips around him and sucks lightly. She loves the taste of him, the way he fills her mouth as he releases his hold to her. The hand over his stomach slides down to brace herself against his base, her thumb stroking through his pubes as she takes him in her mouth. Broken, ragged sighs and moans burst out of him as she sucks him down.

“I love how good you are,” she breathes across his tip before lifting him so she can lick a slow path from his balls to his head. The contrast of his hard erection with the petal soft skin of his dick is making her own brain intoxicatingly fuzzy.

“Oh god!” he shouts. Then pleadingly, “Nat.” The fist clutching her panties goes to his face. She presses her advantage and licks the same path again, sending his hips back into the wall as his precum spills over her lips and chin. He watches, eyes hooded and lips gnawed swollen, as she drags his fluid up to her mouth then licks it off her finger. She swallows, and his dick jumps hard. A molten swell of satisfaction pools between Natasha’s legs and floods her already soaked underwear.

Jake surges down and captures her mouth with his, his lips and tongue dragging the breath right out of her lungs. Natasha has to let go of him to wrap an arm around his neck and hang on lest she pass out from the sheer assault of him on her senses.

“Let me fuck your mouth,” he begs when he breaks away.

Her voice is wrecked, her vision a little hazy as she stares up at him. “Give me your shirt and promise to cum all over my tongue,” she rasps, “and my mouth is all yours.”

“Good lord, are you trying to kill me?” he moans. Jake rips off his shirt and hands it to her. She uses it and his discarded shorts to pad her aching knees. He settles back against the wall and in the laundry room light, he glows like her own glorious Eros. She wants to lick every bead of sweat that glistens between the carved ridges of his abdomen and chest. Gently, he strokes her hair before lacing his fingers through it. “Let me know if I hurt you or you want me to stop?”

She nods and parts her lips for him. It’s too much for Jake to watch himself stroke in and out of her mouth, but Natasha treasures every trembling clench of his muscles, the roped veins in his arms as he holds off his release, the alluring column of his throat, and the perfect arch of his jaw. She opens the back of her throat and hums her pleasure, ignoring the dribble of drool forced out by his girth. His panting accelerates with his pace.

“How is your mouth this perfect?” he groans. Jake chances a glance down in time to see her smirk and throws his head back again. “Fuck!”

The little room fills with his increasingly loud, desperate gasps and keens over the wet lap of his dick in her mouth. Natasha presses forward so that his thighs meet her breasts and her hands can knead the muscled curves of his ass. There’s something about being on her knees for Jake that makes her high on her love for him, the feeling that there is nothing she wouldn’t be willing to do for him. She tilts her head to give him a new angle, and to breathe a little easier, and his fingers curl in her hair. “Yeah there, Nat. That’s so good.”

His hips start to move more urgently. “So close. I can’t–I’m going to come.”

“Mhmm,” she encourages, relaxing her own muscles and closing her eyes because now he’s thrusting against the back of her throat. She can always tell from the pitch and cadence of Jake’s gasps how close he is to finishing, but what she loves most about taking him in her mouth is that she can also follow the subtle shifts in his body on its way to finding his release in her.

When she hears him on the brink, she sucks a little harder on his next thrust.

“Nat,” he chokes and gives way to his climax with a long, stuttering groan. His balls and dick constrict in rapid succession before the swell of his cum rushes through his length and bursts in hot spurts down her throat. She moans around the feel of him pumping out his release as she swallows everything she can. Jake’s legs tremble under her hands as he shudders through his orgasm. .

Carefully, she slides her mouth off of him and scoots out of his way. He tosses her thong onto the wash machine and sinks to the floor. Natasha curls up between his legs, leaning into his heat, as he continues to come down. A little clumsily, he uses her t-shirt to dab his cum off her face then drapes his arms around her. He looks down at her completely love drunk, eyes slightly out of focus and mouth slack with a dopey smile. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot those panties looked on you, babe.”

She reaches up and strokes the damp strands of hair behind his ear. “I guess I’m going to have to wear them a little more often then.”

He nuzzles her neck with a breathless laugh. “Like every day, please.”

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As soon as he knows the Chiefs are going to the Super Bowl, Jake calls dibs on them, leaving her the Eagles by default. “Mahomes is from East Texas!” he defends himself adamantly. “I root for anyone from East Texas.”

She rolls her eyes and gives him the finger.

They opt to stay home and watch the Super Bowl together, a decision that draws enough raised eyebrows that they end up making up a party that they’re going to just to avoid the knowing looks.

Natasha isn’t sure whether Jake has a Chiefs t-shirt or buys one for the occasion, but on game day he puts it on before going to pick up their order of wings and fries while she picks out something green. At a sudden burst of inspiration, she closes the kitchen and living room blinds before changing into her Eagles Super Bowl outfit.

Jake nearly drops the bag of food when he notices her watching the pre-game coverage on the sofa.

“Phoenix, what the fuck are you wearing!” he yelps.

She grins evilly and folds her arms on the cushions. “Green. For the Eagles. Like we agreed.” What she’s really wearing is a sheer green bra and his new favorite pair of underwear.

“For fucks sake, Nat! How am I supposed to watch the game with you in that?” he complains.

Natasha smirks. “Sounds like a problem for you, not for me.”

But it’s most definitely her problem by the time the Chiefs win the coin toss because even propping his legs up on the coffee table and holding his beer in his lap, Jake can’t hide that at least her outfit, if not her team, has his full support.

When the Eagles score right out of the gate, Natasha’s touchdown dance to “We Will Rock You” ends any pretense that they’re going to make it through this game. He slams his beer on the coaster and launches himself to his feet. Bodily, he lifts her over his shoulder and lightly smacks her ass.

Laughing, Natasha doesn’t have time to get her bearings before he dumps her on the sofa and pins her in place with a kiss that makes her forget where she was going with this other than where she’s landed. He tastes of beer, wings, football, and a day he promised to spend alone with her. And the way Jake's kissing her, tongue stroking hers, hips swaying his erection over her core, hand kneading her breast, she wouldn't mind if he never stopped.

She runs her leg along the line of his, and Jake growls. He kisses and nips his way to her chest, his tongue teasing her nipple through the barely there lace. "Fuck, Jake!" she hisses when he slides open her bra with one hand. The release of her chest feels so good and the way he's staring down at her peaked and hardened nipples like his birthday has come early quickens the pulse in her core.

If she doesn't stop him now, she's not going to be able to put the breaks on this much longer. Natasha presses a hand to his chest. “Hold up, Texas Hold ‘Em! No cum on the couch.”

Jake grins slyly and tugs out the bow on one side of her underwear. She looks down at his hands as he switches sides and pulls apart the other bow. Their foreheads are practically touching, their breaths racing against one another's as they watch him lift the top of the thong off her like he’s just unwrapped a present.

His breath hitches when he sees how wet his own anticipation made her. So much for no cum on the couch. Making a split second decision, Jake tugs off his shirt and spreads it under her hips. He traces her soaking slit, and she’s already wet enough for him to slip two of his large fingers into her.

Natasha arches her back off the pillow and lifts her hips onto his hand. He watches her biting her lip and leans in to kiss her again. His weight settles over her, pressing her into the sturdy softness of the sofa’s cushions. At some point, the Chiefs score and then the Eagles again but the only end zone Natasha and Jake still care about is the one his fingers and mouth are driving her toward.

They're already cuddled naked in a large throw blanket, exhausted and spent, when the Chiefs win the game. But Jake musters his stamina to drive home one last orgasm and his victory, his fingers laced through hers as she cries out his name.

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On the third day of deployment in the Indian Ocean, Jake pulls out a black undershirt for the day and something tumbles out into his seabag. He runs his hand over the top of his things and freezes.

He lifts out a green lace and satin thong and a folded piece of paper.

In case you want to remember how hot I look in these while you’re gone. Love, Natasha

Something about his shirt catches his attention. It smells like…he holds her lingerie to his nose. He’s fucked and never leaving his bunk. She sprayed it with her perfume.

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

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xsezzie · 1 year

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Hi, can you do Kavehtham for the questions, please!

I’ll also be including another anon’s ask here too~

Thank you both! ❤️

And to everyone else, I’ll need a break from these two 😂

Ahem - without further ado…

1. who has the cutest tickle laugh?

Okay while I love Kaveh’s laugh, I’m generally more of a fan of deeper chuckles like I imagine Alhaitham has. Eventually it gets into that deep squeaky laugh and I LOVE 🥰

2. what are their ticklish spots?

Kaveh’s would be his upper back, his sides, and his feet. While Alhaitham has the lower back and ribs~ Kaveh hasn’t gotten close enough to anywhere else to test it hehe

3. who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

Kaveh and his ankles…. For Alhaitham.. his ears? I’m not good with “unusual” places.

4. who gets cheer up tickles?

Being the emotional one, Kaveh needs them the most. He’s always getting overwhelmed by something, work, people needing his help, Alhaitham not doing anything around the house, his financial situation. He gets those gentle neck tickles and Alhaitham will stroke his hair softly 🥺

On the extremely rare occasion, I feel like Alhaitham sometimes takes the time to remember his grandmother and gets a little emotional about that too. Not that he shows it much but some soft shoulder tickles helps him calm down.

5. do either of them try to hide their ticklishness?

Yes. They both do. Kaveh will hide it in public, while Alhaitham will try to hide it in general.

Kaveh thinks he has an image to maintain, while Alhaitham wouldn’t be caught dead showing any form of weakness to the masses 😂

6. who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

Since Alhaitham wears those stupid sexy tight tank tops, he will sometimes get a bit stuck in them… Kaveh is taking full advantage of this 👀

7. Answered already!

8. who can’t take tickle bites/raspberries?

Alhaitham. He finds them just.. weird? Unnatural? And super embarrassing. Like why do they tickle so much? Why does Kaveh have to use his mouth like that? 👀

9. who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

Alhaitham. It’s already canon he isn’t a morning person. If he isn’t working he’s going to sleep in big time and Kaveh just wants to get the chores done already so he’s gotta tickle him out of bed… if Alhaitham hasn’t locked the door to his room 😂

10. who initiates tickle fights?

Kaveh! And it’s usually if Alhaitham is on the couch. He will laze around near him, kicking, poking, generally being clingy until Alhaitham finally decides to stop keeping him waiting or he finishes his book.

11. who gives up in tickle fights?

I feel like both of them could. Kaveh is the usual one because he is way too ticklish~ But if he gets the upper hand on Alhaitham hoooo boy 👀

12. who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

Alhaitham 😂 Kaveh is a kicker and flailer LOL

13. who provokes the other into tickling them and how?

It’s always Kaveh… but let’s be real, these two argue so much they probably provoke each other. Someone is going to say something and then other will get fed up and attack :3

#genshin impact tickling #tickling #kaveh #alhaitham #asks #kavetham #haikaveh

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authorautumnbanks · 4 months

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Wish I Could Curse You (7)

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"I think you and Satoru should talk."

Suguru freezes. The rice slips through his chopsticks. "Talk?"

"Yes." Kagome plants her hands on her hips. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but whatever it is, there's no reason you can't talk it out and get your friendship back on track." She wets her lips and takes a seat next to Suguru. "I've been thinking with the loss of my family and Hojo-kun dying, that you're right about life being so short. It's too short for you and Satoru not to make amends."

"I don't think—"

"He'll be over tonight for a movie night. Would you be able to pick up some snacks?" She leans forward and rests her head on her fist. Why is he looking at her like that? Honestly, what could have been so bad that Suguru freezes at the thought of having a civil conversation with Satoru? "I gotta stop by InuYasha's today. You remember Inu right? Well, anyway. His wife, Hana, is due any day now, so I'm gonna stop by and help get their house together."

"That's sweet of you," he replies, setting his chopsticks down. "Now—ahem!" he coughs. "About Satoru stopping by?"

"Well, I don't know what he likes other than kikufuku. That can't be the only thing he eats. And he's your best friend, so you should get something he'd like as a peace offering."

"I don't think that's the kind of offering he would like to receive from me."

"Don't be difficult." She rolls her eyes and gets up. What a hypocrite. He can go on and on about how she needs to live in the present and make every moment count, but he refuses to listen to his own advice. "Either way, Satoru is coming over. Either you can join us, or you can do... whatever it is that you do when you aren't here pestering me."

"Easy. I might think you are trying to seduce me." He laughs, but it's the fakest laugh she has ever heard come from his mouth.

"Look, I'm sure whatever it is, you guys can work through it." She blows out a breath. "I mean, Inu and I didn't always get along and we got past it."

"What could he have possibly done that required your forgiveness?" He peeks at her through those long, dark lashes of his. Kagome bites the inside of her cheek. She messes with the flower vase on the table. She wants to fan herself so badly. Ever since that day, it's been harder to ignore Suguru.

"He did try to kill me the first time we met." She shrugs. "Then there was that issue with his dead girlfriend and her taking half of my soul for a bit." There, the flowers look much better slightly off to the right than in the middle of the table. "... What's with your face?"

"Can you repeat that? Dead girlfriend? Your soul?"

"Oh, it's in the past." Kagome smiles. She and Inu have come a long way. "Besides, I have the rest of my soul back, and Kikyo is resting again. It's not like she wanted to come back as a zombie." She walks back over to him and wraps her arms around him. He smells good. Better than good. "My point is, that whatever happened between you and Satoru, I think you guys can talk it out. It's obvious you guys still care about one another."

"... Can we revisit the soul thing?"

"No." She nips his ear and then freezes. He turns around so fast, she gets whiplash. Her back hits the table. "Uh? Suguru?" Her muscles tense. "I didn't—"

His lips press against hers. His hand, so large and warm, manacles her neck, applying just enough pleasure that her blood sings. She moans as his other hand grips a thigh. His fingers burn as though he's trying to brand her as his.

Wait.

"Suguru," she breathes, pushing back against his chest. His hold over her loosens, but that dark gleam in his eyes grows more heated. His dark shirt stretches, showing off the muscles hiding underneath.

"I want you," he says with no hesitation. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips while his gaze never leaves her. "I want you so badly, I'm willing to entertain this movie date with Satoru." He backs up and helps her off the table. "Text me anything you want and when to show up tonight."

She blinks. He's leaving? He never leaves unless she kicks him out.

"You're leaving?"

"Miss me already?"

"No." She turns her head away, cheeks far too warm than they have any right to be. "I'll see you tonight. Why would I miss you?"

He chuckles as he grabs his bowl off the table and deposits it into the sink. "Should I pack an overnight bag?"

"Who said you could spend the night?"

He just laughs at her before cupping her head and brushing his lips against hers. It's softer. Sweeter. And her knees shake. That's the second time he's kissed her today. She should put a stop to it. Should remind him she isn't ready for a relationship, but her mind is muddled and the longer he kisses her, the quieter those reasons become.

"I'll see you tonight." He pulls away and winks, humming to himself out the door. Kagome touches her lips. She needs to talk to Sango like now. Eri and the girls won't be of any help. They're still mad she broke up with Hojo and then his passing away unexpectedly at such a young age too, has not damped their sentiments in that regard.

So yeah, she needs to get a move on it, so she has enough time to chat with Sango before tonight. Kagome grabs a couple of items and snacks she knows Shippo-chan likes and stuffs them in her still going strong yellow bookbag. They do not make bookbags like these anymore. She shuts the door behind her and tries to sense Suguru.

Good.

He actually left.

Talking about the well and how she time travels is not something she wants to get into. At least not yet. Yes, Suguru has been here for her since losing her family and he knows about InuYasha now, but she needs to be sure he won't try to use the time travel to his advantage.

Maybe she's just jaded these days, but Suguru doesn't have to know everything about her. Kagome jumps into the well and the fresh air of the past greets her. The quality is so clean. So peaceful. If only she could experience this kind of air quality and her way of living back in her time.

She heads out to find Sango. If there is anyone that can give her advice, it'll be Sango-chan.

Kagome heads into the village where she finds Sango trying to wrangle in the twins. "Hey Sango!" she calls, waving her hand. Sango smiles warmly at her. Her simple kimono is yellow with pink flowers. It looks amazing on Sango. But Kagome is biased. She swears everything looks amazing on the demon slayer. "Do you have time for a chat? And I got goodies for everyone."

The twins swarm her backpack and take off with their respective dolls. Sango shakes her head and interlocks their arms together. They head down to the river and sit. Kagome pulls out some snacks and hands some to Sango.

"What's on your mind?" Sango asks, munching on a chip. She crosses her legs and leans back.

"Suguru kissed me again."

"The sorcerer guy that tried to save your family?"

"Yeah, he's been around nearly every day. At least it feels that way. Sometimes we go out and exorcise curses together." Kagome blows out a breath. "He wants more than I can give him."

"I think you are so strong for everyone else that you don't know how to allow someone to shoulder your pain, too." Sango sets the bag of chips down in her lap and looks out at the river. "No one is saying that you can't do both. You can grieve the loss of your family... and the loss of Hojo, while still allowing this Suguru to be there for you. Take it day by day. Isn't that what you told me when I was on the fence about Miroku?"

Kagome frowns. Yes, she did tell Sango to take it day by day with Miroku.

"Are you not attracted to him?"

"I am," she admits. "Suguru is..." Her mind goes blank. There are no words to fully encompass how attractive she finds him. "But there's also the dilemma with Satoru. Him and Suguru are friends, even though they don't seem to be speaking right now."

"That is quite the dilemma." Sango hums. "Are they upset with you?"

Are they upset? Satoru hasn't really mentioned it, but it's as though she's come out and told him she and Suguru have kissed. And he's not her boyfriend. "Satoru doesn't bring it up. Suguru has only complained that I was willing to sleep with Satoru and not him. But Satoru was only going to be a one-night thing. It's not like I knew they were friends."

Kagome falls back on the grass and stretches her legs out. "I should cancel this movie night with all of us."

"... If neither of them cares, why not have both?"

Kagome blinks. Did she hear Sango correctly? Both? "I'm sorry? What?" She turns her head to the side and looks over at Sango, who seems non-phased by the words she just uttered.

Sango shrugs. "Take it day by day?"

"I think Miroku has rubbed off on you."

"I hope he does later."

Kagome closes her eyes and laughs. Miroku has corrupted Sango, that's for sure. She and Sango continue to chat for a while until their legs go numb and it's time for Sango to get started on dinner. Kagome stops by InuYasha's and Hana's hut on her way back to the well. Their child will be born any day now, and Kagome wants them to be as comfortable as possible.

"Oi!" InuYasha calls from behind her while she has one leg over the edge of the well.

"What is it?" It's not like InuYasha to chase her down. At least not anymore.

"What happened with your family. It wasn't your fault." He turns his head away, though she can see the pink on his cheeks from here.

"They were your family, too. Mama always considered you as hers."

"I know," he says softly. "I just... it wasn't your fault, so stop moping around like it is." He shoves his hands into the sleeves of his red fire rat haori. "And stop by more often. Hana likes when you do."

Kagome smiles. "I'll try my best." She swings her other leg over and hops down. The familiar magic warms her bones and before she knows it, she's staring up at the inside of the well house. First thing she needs to do is take a shower and then get some things in order before Suguru and Satoru get here.

Kagome opens the door and takes one step out of the well house when Satoru's curse energy wraps around her.

"What are you doing?" Satoru asks. Kagome freezes.

Why is he here early? And doesn't he know that those sweatpants hint at everything? Is he even wearing boxers?

"Cleaning the well house. What are you doing here so early?" She grips the straps of her yellow backpack and prays her face doesn't give her lies away. "Movie night doesn't start for another hour?"

"I'm actually on time for once. Did you lose track cleaning?" He moves to take her bookbag, but she sidesteps him and motions for him to follow.

"Oh really? I left my watch inside." She goes for nonchalant. If Satoru is telling the truth, then must have got caught up in the past catching up with everyone. Which means then, that Suguru is probably inside. He doesn't have a key, but he gets in somehow. He refuses to tell her how exactly he is breaking in. "Suguru must be inside then."

"... Yeah, I sense his cursed energy inside. Thought it was just going to be us, though," he says, with a huff.

"Really? I could have sworn I said join us for a movie night." Great, did she lead him on? "Well, that's not a problem, right? You and Suguru? He picked out the snacks for us."

"Look, Kagome. Suguru isn't—"

"Sa-to-ru," Suguru greets, opening the front door. "Seems you found Kagome. I've been calling you for hours."

Kagome tilts her head to the side as she slides out of her shoes. "You should wear your hair down more often. I like it." She brushes past while Suguru appears stunned by her admission. It's not a lie. Something about Suguru with his hair down and not pulled back makes him look far more... feral.

Her stomach clenches.

"I'm going to take a quick shower!" she calls out. "You guys pick out the movie list."

"Can I join?" Satoru calls back.

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Sure, after you two have worked out your differences."

Kagome shifts as she gets comfortable on the couch. Sandwiched between Satoru and Suguru, she can feel the animosity brewing between the two of them. She rolls her eyes. Maybe she should leave and give them some space to talk things out? Since they clearly didn't take the time to chat when she was getting ready.

Suguru reaches over and lifts one leg and places it over his. "That's better," he says, looking straight ahead. She can't remember the name of the movie, but the horror aspect of it could use some work.

"For who?" Kagome wonders. It's a bit awkward to the say the least. Satoru stretches and places an arm around her. "Satoru?"

"Hm?" His jaw ticks. The light from the tv highlights the strong cut of his jaw. Her stomach flutters. "Did you want to stretch your legs?" He grabs her other leg and places it over his. With his free hand, he squeezes her thigh.

"... Are you guys going to talk about it? We can pause the movie." Not to mention, this pose is a bit awkward. It's as though they are fighting for a piece of her instead of talking to one another. And the movie isn't all that interesting. Or maybe her standards are too high now with the horrors she has seen? Either way, this pose feels a tad bit scandalous, even with her shorts on.

"Talk?" Satoru scoffs. "With the movie playing?"

"There's no need for us to talk about it," Suguru says, his fingers inch forward. Kagome swallows. Surely he doesn't mean what she thinks he means.

"About getting your friendship back on track," she says weakly, trying to wrangle in this situation. Dealing with Suguru is one thing. Dealing with Suguru and Satoru at the same is another ball park. She didn't prepare for this situation.

"Life is short," Suguru says, drawing circles on her thigh, "Too short for you to keep denying yourself."

"Suguru," Satoru warns.

"The fact that you are still here tells me you're hoping for the same thing." Suguru chuckles. The low, menacing chuckle does wicked things to Kagome's resolve. "Surely you knew I would be here. What were you hoping for?"

There's a dark, sensuous undercurrent in the air. Kagome swallows. It's as though Suguru and Satoru are having a conversation within the conversation. She feels a little off-kilter sitting between the two. Perhaps she should just get up and give them privacy?

"Are you uncomfortable?" Satoru asks, angling his head toward her. She can't see his expression with the sunglasses in the way, but there's a seriousness to him that strikes her as odd.

"No, I'd tell you to stop if I was."

The smirk is instantaneous.

"But you two should talk," she continues, moving her leg from his lap. "Suguru," she says with a sigh, while his hands tighten on her thigh. "Let me up."

"Or what?" He angles his head towards her, his long dark hair brushes against her shoulder. "What if I never want to let you go?"

"You're hilarious," she replies flatly, jerking her leg and attempting to kick out at him. Suguru moves towards her, but she jumps back and hits Satoru. "Sorry," she says, glancing up at Satoru. The blood in her face rushes down her body. Satoru pushes his sunglasses up. His blue eyes are so vibrant in the dark.

They really do sparkle.

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable," he murmurs. His hands lift her up as he bends down, stealing her breath away. Suguru's hands grip her legs, reminding her he isn't going anywhere.

She aches.

Kissing Satoru is like kissing the sun with how warm he is. His warmth seeps into her skin. Her hands fist his shirt.

"Wait," she says, slightly breathless. "Don't you—"

"We've already talked," Suguru interrupts. His fingers toy with the edge of her shorts. "Do I get to kiss you too?" He slides his hands up, hooking his fingers in her shorts, but he makes no move to pull them down. Kagome bites her lip. Is she really about to do this?

With both of them? On this cramped couch? Not that her bed would be any better.

If she does this, there's no going back. She thinks back to her talk with Sango. Kagome nods, not trusting herself to get the words out.

"I want to hear you say it," Suguru says, though he slides her shorts off and closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. "Need you to say it. Isn't that right, Satoru?"

"Say it, otherwise I'm kicking him out." Satoru eyes flit from Suguru to her. Oh. He's serious. Her face must be the color of a tomato with how hot her face is.

"I want both of you," she admits. Suguru has panties off and his face between her legs before she can finish. The moan wretches itself free. "Sug—" Satoru swallows her moans and makes them his own.

Her body burns from the stretch. Suguru swirls his tongue inside of her and she could die right there with no regrets. He eats her as though his life depends on it. As though he's been aching to have her like this.

Maybe he has.

Suguru groans with every swipe of his tongue. Satoru doesn't stop kissing her. Her body is disoriented. It doesn't know which pleasure to focus on. Her legs tremble. She grips Satoru's shirt tighter.

Fuck, she's close. Almost there. Suguru spreads her thighs, opening her up to him. He doesn't let up. Doesn't give her a moment to breathe. Her orgasm crashes over her like a storm.

Wild.

Uncontrollable.

She screams as she comes, but it comes out muffled with how determined Satoru is with taking every breath of hers away.

"Kami, you taste amazing," Suguru says, eyes closed in bliss, while his hands run down her sides. The angle must be uncomfortable with how tall Suguru is, but if he's uncomfortable, he doesn't act like it. "Have you had a taste?"

Kagome sucks in a breath. Her nipples strain. Her body aches so badly. Suguru talks about her as those she is the greatest thing ever.

"Not yet," Satoru murmurs. His fingers pluck at her nipples through her thin tank top. Suddenly, he's pulling her away from Suguru as though she weighs nothing.

Suguru grunts. The light from the tv highlights the crazed gleam in his eyes. "I need to grab some stuff."

Grab some stuff?

She wants to question him, but Satoru repositions her, so her cunt is on his lips, and she has to grip the back of the couch to stay upright.

"Fuck, you are sweet," Satoru groans. He moves her hips back and forth, urging her to ride his face.

She's sensitive from the orgasm Suguru licked out of her, and now Satoru is determined to ruin her more. Her moans are broken variations of his name. He suctions his lips around her nub and her vision goes white.

Shit.

This was an awful idea. There's no way she can look either of them in the eye now and not think about tonight. Day by day, her ass. How is she going to survive this night? Satoru slaps her ass. It stings. She hopes he does it again.

"Stay with me, Gome-chan. Gonna make you feel you good," he coos, squeezing her cheeks. "Ride me, just like that."

She rocks back and forth, eyes closed, head thrown back, as she chases another high. "Satoru," she moans, "Close."

"Yeah?" He grabs her hips and moves her up and down, guiding her while he fucks her with his tongue. "Give it all to me. Just like that. Look at how much ya leaking. Keep coming on my tongue."

"Isn't she sweet?" Suguru asks.

Kagome opens her eyes. Rope? Satoru coaxes the orgasm out of her, and she squeezes her eyes shut again. Her breaths are erratic. Her legs feel like jello. And why the hell does Suguru have rope? Satoru? Suguru? Someone grabs her and helps her to sit upright on the couch.

"What's with the rope?" she asks, trying to catch her breath. Suguru toys with the rope, though his eyes never leave hers.

"I enjoy seeing you helpless."

Of course he does.

She suspects Suguru just likes her in general, but she doesn't call him out on it. "And what if I'd rather tie you up instead?"

"That could be arranged," Satoru agrees, shedding his clothes like a damn snake. Her hand flies to her chest. She figured he'd be big. She didn't think he would be that big. "See something you like?" Satoru grips his cock in one hand and strokes.

Fuck, that should be illegal.

"It's not that impressive," Suguru says with a snort. He kicks his pants off and bends down until he is eye level. "Here, I told you, you could do whatever you want with me." He pushes the rope into her hands and Kagome is speechless. She never thought Suguru would be the type.

Maybe she should stop thinking and just go with it.

"You're just mad because she came harder with me." Satoru walks around the couch and reaches for her shirt. "Just say the word and I'll kick Suguru out."

"That's my line," Suguru says, tapping the rope. "How bout it?" He holds out his hands with a smile on his face. Suguru may be offering to be tied up, but Kagome feels like a mouse, and she is their prey. She clucks her tongue, trying to ignore how Satoru's large hands cup her breast, toying with her nipples idly.

She ties Suguru's hands together and preens at the knot.

"... Have you done this before?" He admires the knot.

"No. Lucky first try?" Yeah, she isn't about to tell him about how often she used to get kidnapped. He freaked out about the whole not having all of her soul at one point. Suguru would probably double down and never let her out of his sight.

"Hm." Suguru doesn't seem all that convinced, but he doesn't press her. "Lift her up," Suguru commands, like he knows Satoru will listen to him.

And he does.

Maybe they did talk?

Satoru holds her bridal style and kisses her. She tastes herself on his tongue.

"Satoru," Suguru warns. Satoru rolls his eyes and eases her back down on top of Suguru. Her cunt clenches, desperate to have him inside of her. Suguru wets his lips. His hands rest behind him with his elbows pointed outward. He looks helpless, but she knows if Suguru wanted to, he could break out of his bindings.

"Is this what you wanted?" she murmurs, stroking his thick cock. He shifts and thrusts into her hand. She spreads the pre-cum over the mushroom shaped head. His cock is like a work of art.

"Don't tease," he says, eyes hooded. The noise from the movie goes silent.

Satoru tosses the remote on the table and then brushes his fingers across her lips. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, before pulling away. Warmth spreads through her. There's an odd reverence to his tone. She can't put her finger on it, but there's a shift in the room,

She rises and sinks down on Suguru. Her breath catches.

"Shit," he breathes, "you feel like... fuck." His eyes slide shut as her walls stretch around him. Satoru has Suguru on length, but damn if Suguru's cock isn't stretching her to the brim. She places her hands on his chest and rides him, nice and slow. Little moans escape her. Broken versions of Suguru's name.

He feels good. Better than good.

"Use me, just like that," he coos.

Satoru places a foot next to Suguru's head and reaches for her, guiding her head down. His vibrant blue eyes darken with such intensity, it should scare her. She opens her mouth and welcomes him in, gagging slightly when he hits the back of her throat. He fucks her face, slowly, allowing her to adjust to him.

"Sorry, Kagome," Suguru says, "Need to touch you." His hands are on her in an instant. So much for those bindings. She moans around Satoru's cock while Suguru takes control and drives into her. His hands grip her hips so tightly, she is sure there will be marks of his hands on her. He slides his hands up and cups her breasts.

"How does she feel?" Satoru asks, as though he and Suguru are having an everyday conversation.

"Like a dream," Suguru replies, snapping his hips up. For two people who pretend to not be friends anymore, they fuck her in perfect synchrony. Her mind is free of anything other than the way they love her. Suguru gives her one hard thrust and then lifts her off him. She swears they must have telepathy with how Satoru pulls out of her mouth and maneuvers her, so she is facing Suguru with her ass to Satoru.

"Fuck, ya do feel like a dream. Should have known with how sweet you taste." He slides into her, and the moan punches her in the throat with a vengeance. "Wanna live in this pussy," he babbles.

Suguru brushes the hair out of her face and kisses her softly. Much softer than the one they shared earlier. Her body hums in pleasure. "I want you," he says. "Can I have you?"

He's asking that now?

Satoru slides a hand around and plays with her clit. She squeezes her eyes shut. The pleasure is too much. She wants to run. She wants to stay. Suguru kisses her again before urging her to take him into her mouth.

"Don't come in her."

"That's not up to you."

Suguru threads his fingers through her hair and grabs a fistful. She gags as he pushes her head further down. Satoru's hips snap into her and then stops. She breathes through her nose and pulls back enough to look up.

Oh.

She blinks.

Suguru grips the back of Satoru's head with his other hand. For a moment she wonders if they forgot about her, but Satoru nips Suguru's lip. The red gleams under the harsh light. Suguru licks at the blood coating his lips.

"Sugr—"

"We'll talk later." Suguru glances down at her. "If I had my phone, I'd take a picture of you with my cock between your lips."

Kagome glares at him, but it lacks all the heat, with her hand wrapped around his cock, and Satoru thrusting from behind. She whines, her throat just a bit raw. "Glad you two—ah!" she swallows the moan. "Made up."

Suguru laughs and then pushes his cock past her lips once more. "Something like that." His legs tremble as he fucks her mouth. Satoru says something, but she can't hear him over her muffled moans and Suguru's. He shoots his come down her mouth, his cock twitching as he spends himself inside of her.

Some of it leaks out, but she swipes it up with her tongue.

"Satoru," Suguru warns, but he's clearly out of breath as he caresses the side of her face.

"Not up to you," Satoru quips, gripping her hips. "Come on Gome-chan, where do you want it?"

Where does she want it?

"I'm on birth control," she says, slightly stunned by her own admission. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. She can still taste the slightly salty taste of Suguru.

"Oho," Satoru says, "Hear that Suguru, looks like Gome-chan wants me to fill her up." He lifts one of her legs and she has to hold on to Suguru. "Damn, you're flexible."

"Look at me," Suguru commands, taking her lips once more. Her body wants to give out. She's lost track of how many orgasms she's had now. Satoru pounds into her, while holding her leg up. He reaches places within her she didn't even know could be reached.

He comes, and like magic, Satoru's orgasm triggers her own.

She. Is. Spent.

Satoru eases her leg down but makes no move to pull out. Kagome lifts her head and turns to look back at him. His sunglasses fell back on his face, hiding his eyes from view.

"Give me a moment," he breathes. "That was..." he trails off. His mind must be as jumbled up as hers.

"So about staying the night," Suguru says, because he isn't really asking her, that much she can tell. She suspects he already has an overnight bag packed and probably chilling in the closet.

"Yes, you can spend the night." She rolls her eyes and shivers when Satoru pulls out. "But I need another bath."

"And this couch is too small," Satoru says. "Got any extra bedding?"

"I do?" Satoru is staying too? She worries her bottom lip. Now what? Thank them for the mind-blowing sex? Suguru pokes her forehead.

"Stop overthinking it." He stands and picks her up. "The extra bedding is in the upstairs closet by the bathroom," Suguru says, heading towards the stairs.

"You've been snooping?" She pokes Suguru's chest.

"Do you want it in the ass next?"

Her mouth drops. How can he just come out and ask that?

"Kami, you're cute. It's no wonder Satoru is obsessed as I am."

Kagome looks back at Satoru, walking behind them. He pushes his sunglasses up and winks. Her face burns.

Day by day. She can do that. No problem.

****

A/N: Happy New Year! Even though is the last update for 2023 lol. Am I going to ignore the smut I just wrote? Yes. lmao.

"Could Suguru have tempted Kagome to the dark side?" - I think he could have by making it seem like certain people were bad. Kind of like how Naraku for awhile was able to trick Sango.

"Do I think Toji's worm was the straw that broke Geto?"- It definitely didn't help since he was running off of seeing Riko get shot and Satoru was possibly dead too.

"Forthright still writes fanfic"- I'll have to check out their published works. If I go down that route, then I need like a really cool pen name lol.

"Is Geto above baby trapping Kagome?"- I don't think so, but he is above getting her drunk since he wants her to want him.

"Do I think Geto neutralized some threats to Gojo?"- No, only because I can't think of anyone that would have gone after Gojo. But, I think Geto having people come to his temple with their curses, helped Gojo in a roundabout way. Geto wasn't really killing a bunch of non-sorcerers. He was using them to get more curses for his 'army' which gave jujutsu sorcerers less curses to exorcise.

"Geto is the king of rizz"- Geto's gaslightlighting is on a thousand. He gaslit Kagome and Gojo in this chapter.

As always, take care of yourselves! I know with the new year, we like to set big goals. I would highly suggest choosing one big goal to work towards and allowing the momentum of that to snowball into completing smaller goals. I have a one-night stand fic that I am hoping to write in 2024, but first at least one story needs to be complete before I do. Stay safe. Drink your water. And if you go out for New Year, try to be aware of your surroundings. Here's to more fics in 2024.

#gojo satoru x kagome #gojo x kagome #crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfiction #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru #inuyasha x jujutsu kaisen #getoxkagome #getoxkagomexgojo #geto fanfic #kagome smut #gojo smut #geto smut #crossposted on ao3

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Oooh I have a feeling this would be funny to write since he's the perfect person for this...Finrod and "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire-"

"These aren't chestnuts."

"... marshmallows roasting on an open fire..."

I guess this would probably take a modern turn if you're up for that....if it does and you don't want to write it you can make a random selection for him. I'd be happy either way 😊

☃: Our cute cuddly bean is perfect for the Christmas holidays. I did the modern take on this, but it's not that bad :)

𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓐 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼

“What’s that song you told me about that’s sung around campfires during the Christmas—fire, roasting and biting someone,” freezing for a short moment with the marshmallow hovering near your lips, you turned to watch Finrod stick a giant marshmallow on his skewer and hung it over the fire with a causal look on his face as he looked over at you. The little innocent puppy image on his face as he awaited your response had you fumbling for a few seconds as you fought to gather your thoughts.

“Uh, er—um, biting? What Christmas song contains biting Finrod?” screwing up your face as you judged his memory, he stared right back at you unhinged at the confusion of the contents of the song. His blank staring wasn’t helping at all since that was all he did as he waited for the song to spill from your lips, “it’s damn near impossible for me to figure this out all because you mentioned biting.”

“Well, the song did mention it. Biting at your nose…I think?” his lips pouted as he turned his focus to his marshmallow roasting away on the skewer. Turning it around to ensure it got all toasted, he withdrew the nearly burnt cloud and pried it off the stick and plopped it into his mouth, smiling like a child on Christmas day.

“Findo you idiot, it’s nibbling at your nose, from the song Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas,” sighing after bursting your brain at figuring out what could have been a simple song, you scolded the nonchalant elf sitting to your right as he munched on his marshmallows with a light bulb over his head.

“Oh, you’re a genius Y/N, I remember the song now. We used to sing it every Christmas with my cousins and annoy them,” he gleamed at the memory of running around his grandfather’s house singing the song on repeat causing him to be locked in the basement for some hours until he promised to stop.

“Of all things you could remember, that? You’re hopeless Findo.”

Flicking his golden hair over his shoulder like some model, you watched as your boyfriend cleared his throat as he prepared to re-sing the old Christmas classic, “Ahem, chestnuts roasting on an open fire—”

“Sorry to break it to you, but these aren’t chestnuts,” you cut him off mid-way.

Flashing you an annoyed look for interrupting his solo, he cleared his throat again before diving back into the song, “…marshmallows roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nibbling at your nose…” Turning his head to meet your eyes as he sang, he stopped and waited for you to continue and instead, was met with silence. “Y/N, it’s your turn, finish the song…”

Jumping in your seat, you smiled sheepishly at him while rubbing the back of your neck. You were ashamed to say that you got lost and stared at him as he sang—your boyfriend was truly a beauty and a cute bean sprout, you didn’t know what he saw in you and chose you over many other contenders. “Sorry, didn’t know I was supposed to sing the rest…”

“Oh, got lost staring at me—don’t deny it, I saw it. You just love me so much, don’t you.”

“...Yes, I do. I really do, but er—anyway, do we start from the top or just the chorus?”

#red ribbon event 2022 #christmas event 2022 #finrod x reader #Findarato #Ingoldo #finrod felagund #finrod imagine #Finrod #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion imagine #middle earth x reader #middle earth imagine #arafinweans #house of finarfin #silmarillion #doodlepops writings ✨

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justmaghookit · 7 months

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2+3 for all sections

Baldur's Gate 3 Companion!Tav Ask List

General.

2. Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

I have thought about this So Much

Karlach and Wyll will comment that his accent is balduarian, Karlach especially will comment that he swears like the people she grew up around. Gale makes note that he seems a scholarly type and it'll be nice to have someone to discuss the arcane with. Lae'zel will admit that something about him makes her uneasy and if the tattoo on his neck comes up she's the only one that knows what it is, because its a symbol that only a single Gith knight has ever returned to tell of[The Friends are very active in the Astral Sea] she thinks he's dangerous, and she would be right! Shadowheart enjoys his company, but will comment that his insightfulness is borderline scary, though he seems the kind of person you can confide in. Astarion will tell you he's the kind of pretty face that will get you killed if you're not careful but that he seems useful to have around[they will have A Thing if you don't romance either of them]

3 answered here, sort of honestly deserves its own post break down

Story Specific

2. How do they advise the player character on Raphael?

Donnie will advise you in no uncertain terms that you should not deal with Raphael, that no matter how good the terms may seem a Devil will always come out on top in any deal, no matter what they say. If you speak to him about it again in act 3 and you're on good terms he'll admit he was ahem involved with the man in the past and will tell you Raphael is short sighted and quick tempered and well if you really really want that hammer... well Raphael never changed his locks so he can get you in to the House of Hope.

3. How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

Donnie doesn't judge nor does he kinkshame but he WILL ask you if you're comfortable telling him how it felt because he is honestly curious about it. Both in the scientific way and in the horny way

Romance

2. Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?

If you flirt Donnie will flirt back because he thinks its fun and he's the kinda guy who flirts with his friends, if you're serious about romancing him you'll have to be upfront about it though. He likes to be wined and dined and usually isn't the kind of person to be swept up in a romance in the middle of a high-stakes adventure. He's very clear with his boundaries, don't expect to be sleeping with him in act 1, if you try to pressure him he WILL slap you in front of all your party members. He wont approach you himself, because of the aforementioned isn't the kinda person to seek romance in a high stakes adventure, and honestly he doesn't really pursue people in general, mostly because its always ended in a broken heart or very bad decisions

3. Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option?

He's polyamorous, but he expects you to communicate, if you're with him first and you sleep with someone else without telling him he will be upset with you, likewise the other way around. He wants to know where he stands with you and with the others. Do you want the relationship to be open? are you looking to be with two or more people equally? Do you want HIM to be involved with the other person[s] as well? You can tell him from the beginning you want a physically open relationship and he'll be fine with anything you do, he will ask that you make sure you're being safe about it and if you're NOT being safe about it by the gods have him on stand by in case anything tears. [looking at you halsin bear form YEOWCH]

#bird chatter #oc chatter #ask game

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covetsauvignon · 2 years

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then i must be in the other side of tumblr bcs some carats i follow here are freaking out over that pic lolllllllll

but still I'm amazed at how good and soft he looks in that picture tho 👌🏻👌🏻

we're still not following too many people on tumblr!!! (we literally just made this account lol) neither of us have been super active on here since The Great Ban a few years back, so we get most of our Seventeen content from insta, twitter, and reddit!

ANYWHO

THAT PIC THO

lettuce 🥬 discuss

the caption?

dokey knows

he KNOWS what he's doing, and I am forever in his debt

alright let's break this down top to bottom

hair? so perfect and pretty I wanna run my hands through it wanna tug it pull it wanna asdf

face? god his lips look so perfect in that sort of smile, could be sweet, could be a smirk, won't be able to tell until he makes his next move...shiver inducing shit

Shua in a pretty pressed shirt...so neat and tidy...just begging for someone to undo those buttons, rumple that collar, mess him up a bit so he has to go back to work much more wrinkled than when he left...

pants...

p a n t s . . .

so much to unpack here, because, first of all: my eyes don't even go to crotch.

they go to THIGHS

#hockeyhoeproblems

Joshua is usually one of the ones who gets lost in anything other than pleather or latex pants, so, to see him filling out some KHAKIS? Idk if it's just a better fit or if he's getting fit but it's so flattering and I wanna drown in it

now

ahem

the main event

that

I know a lil something about costume design, about fabric fitting. But not enough. I can't tell you if a certain indent is an absolute indication of something or not. But I know what this picture looks like.

And it looks delicious.

All it makes me think of is being somewhere in public with Shua, somewhere nice. He's wearing a pressed shirt and khakis, after all. But you're wearing something nice, too. A dress, a blouse, a button-up. Whatever you're wearing on bottom is hugging your ass just right.

The event you're attending makes you meet and greet a lot of people. But, eventually, you have some downtime. And in that downtime? Joshua is pulling you into the nearest dimly lit hallway, broom closet, lockable unisex bathroom, whatever he can get his hands on...

So that he can get his hands on you. If you can see him that clearly through his pants when he's not aroused, imagine how thick and heavy he'll feel against you when he's in the mood.

"Promise we'll be quick, baby," he murmurs into your neck, licking and biting softly, not wanting to be too harsh but, c'mon now, you're on a time limit here!

If there's still a lot of the event to go? He'll probably scissor you open, spitting on his fingers if he has to, anything to get you wet and ready for him. He'll enter you gently at first, but soon he's a man on a mission. Good luck. Once he tells you he's close, you're either going to have to get on your knees and open your mouth quickly, or he's going to cum inside of you.

If it's towards the end of the night, though? Depending on how the night has gone, how much you've teased him, he might just settle for rutting against you through those well-fitting khakis, grinding into you, chasing his high so needily and desperately that any sign of pleasure from you - a sigh, a moan, a whimper - he might accidentally cream his pants.

Then, it's up to you how dirty things get from there. He can either go to the bathroom to tidy up and hope no one notices the small stain that grows on the journey, or he can reach beneath the waistband of his briefs and scoop the cum out with his fingers before it can seep through the layers of fabric.

Scoop it out, and slide it onto your awaiting tongue. Bit by bit, until his entire load is in your mouth. By now you're drooling slightly, so he tucks the spare streams of saliva back into your mouth with his thumb before demanding you, ever so gently, to, "Swallow."

Clove

#anon #replies #joshua smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua prompt #seventeen prompt #clove writes #clove talks

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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Belle!!!! It feels like forever since I’ve interacted on here 😭😭. Sorry abt that!! Honestly I’m good with either solo duds or long hcs. Maybe you can alternate between them? Either way I’m excited for the new works. Love how your angst is so phenomenal that your comfort has more notes asdjkhffggghghh 💀💀. Also. Like. It just hit me. OLIVER HAS HETERO EYES. OH MY GOD. Like I knew this before (obviously) but it’s like REALLY hit me recently and just mmmmmmhhhhmmmm yes yes yes HES SO SCUFFY LOOKINGLY HANDSOME AND ALL FOR WHAT. ahem anyways. “Should come soon if my fingers are fast enough” 💀💀. NO but like imagine saying that to Oliver as he’s a withering whiny desperate mess underneath you 👀👀. He’d love the objectification I just know it 😌. Aiku mini series you say?? 👀👀👀 I’m looking forward to it!! AKSO THESE ANON ASKS GAVE GOT ME KICKING MY FEET IN MY SHEETS AND TWIRLING MY HAIR AND TEARING UP. Like the fluff, the smut, and the angst??? UGH THEYRE ALL SO GOOD. All of it makes me want to bite something Bachiras neck. Also idea. But jealous Oliver would absolutely hate your obsessions with idols and fictional characters I’m telling you now.

“Are you telling me that if he was real, you’d pick him over me???”

“Yes. It’s like comparing a five course meal to an apple Ollie. The choice is obvious.”

*Oliver stands there in disbelief*

Asgkkkhghihhhhgffggg

I did not know that abt the ring thing that’s actually adorable. NO BUT IDEA OLIVER WOULD TOTALLY GET YOU A AMETHYST PROMISE RING WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HES SERIOUS ABT YOU AND AN EMERALD ENGAGEMENT RING FOR WHEN HE FINALLY PROPOSES!!!! ALSO thoughts. Bachira would absolutely be the kind of boyfriend that would assume you guys are dating without telling you and when someone asks “are you guys a couple” you’re standing there flustered and he’s like yes like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. AND idk why but I think Bachira would be one of the blue lock boys who marries the earliest. And it surprised everyone but also made complete sense because if Bachira knows he wants something, he goes after it and sticks with it. So when he realized that he couldn’t imagine you guys NOT growing old together, he immediately started looking for rings. Anyways. How’s are you?? How’s uni going? Tumblr bring super annoying with the tagging system atm cause I know I tagged you in a couple things and it’s not showing your responses?? And I’m mildly terrified that you’ll tag me in something and I won’t get it until later and it’ll seem like I’m ignoring you when I’m not 😭😭. Have you eaten today? Drank some water? Go do that!!! *sends aggressive virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

This is gonna be a long ask - cause Oliver + Meguru scenarios- drabbles

Starry! It has been long but understandable cause you have exams- so on popular opinion, alternating between them... hm. good idea- i'm working on a piece rn - and yk its gonna be good when you got good music playing the bg- cause this piece is just... i don't wanna put expectations high cause i might end up disappointing you, but for me? its something that's been making me smirk the whole day.

Oh god, the comfort getting more notes 💀 i'm still confused cause- how. To begin with the pain took a lot of notes (cause istg this is a first that my works are crossing beyond 400 notes) and then the sequel is getting more notes than the prequel? the math isn't mathing rn in my head 💀💀 (even the sequel for the Tōji fic crossed 500 notes and I’m so confused) but ty for reading them and sharing your thoughts with me on this - everyone. And thanks for telling me about my work-

Yes, my husband Oliver does have heterochromatic eyes. He is scuffy looking and handsome. He is a pretty boy (¬////¬) tch. as if his pride needs to hear that.

If I said that (“Should come soon if my fingers are fast enough”) to Oliver, then it would have its own repercussions with him challenging me and then turning into a whining desperate mess on the bed - from overstimulation. (and i'm shorter than him. Imagine the amount of damage his pride would take smh) oh yeah objectification - istg the first line that came into my head as a dialogue is going into a fic (and i have used it once) so the thing with Oliver is that- this man. he gives off that whole Aura that he knows what he is doing and all right- in truth? he wants to be dominated by you. He doesn't mind being the dom but he enjoys it when you're the one who is rough on him and he likes pissing you off. (and god the brainrot i'm having rn cause of him is going into this fic that i'm writing)

The amount of searching i did to find that doc (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) it was untitled among 30 other untitled docs (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) - so i finally labeled it and i'm putting labels on other fics as well Jealous oliver is very cute. He'd go and pout on the couch, way to coax him out- is to baby him. "Is my Olive sad?" “Is my wittle Olive sad?”

Oliver : “Shut up.”

You : “I’m not going anywhere you brat. I was just kidding.”

Oliver : “You would trade me for Henry Cavill?”

You : “Nope.”

Oliver : “Cause I would trade you for Scarlet Johansson.”

You : “…”

Oliver : “Doesn’t feel so good to be traded now is it?”

You : “Is Sendou looking for a girlfriend? I might be interested since my boyfriend is being a jackass.”

Oliver : “…”

You : “Doesn’t feel so good now does it?”

Getting back to the heterochromia part- imagine doing the pupil dilation with Oliver- for "science purposes." you : "Close your eyes. Think of some random stuff." Oliver : "Why are we even doing this." You : "I wanna see if pupil dilation works. Open them." Oliver *opens eyes* : "Pft. Okay" You : "Alright... close your eyes again and think of me." Oliver : "hm...." You : "Open them" Oliver slowly opened his eyes, the center of it dilated as it struggled to adjust to the light. "You really do love me don't you-" "Don't flatter yourself Bambi, it's your rack/ ass." Yeah i like this non-existent relationship. It's a very fun one ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ cause playful banter in a relationship is like a checkbox for me- honestly. I'm not one of the lovey dovey types- even if I am it is in micro doses. Actions matter to me more than words... and Oliver is good at both- smooth jackass cause he is a charmer (,,>﹏<,,)

Oh yeah Bachira is totally the type to drop a bomb out of somewhere abt a relationship. Like imagine you both being in a situationship and he says that you are gonna meet his mom cause he arranged dinner for the three of you to meet up- and Yuu asks about you. "We're in a relationship." *spits water* "You should have introduced me sooner, Meguru. Why hide such a pretty catch from me?" "But we're here aren't we?" There is no arguing with Meguru. You're wearing his clothes? He's sleeping at your house for afternoon nap? you're cooking for two and he's doing the same? That means you're in a relationship. Simple.

Bachira is the type to take things easy and slow at his own pace. But when he realizes that he can't waste his time away- he is gonna be on the lookout for the next best thing. Poor baby starts holding his hair in despair when he realizes that the two of you are official, but there are still other people out there who are gonna look at you funny. So he does go shopping for rings... dragging Isagi with him. Bachira could be the first one to marry possibly- ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ but i feel like karma would bite itoshi brothers in the ass first - cause they hate human touch. And rin would be the first one to marry. The shock everyone would have cause of it- ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა (then sae, and then Oliver...) I'm doing alright- listening to Abba cause i find it very stress busting. 80s music are such stress busters and this group is my fav - along with many other 80s songs (listened to a few of kiss's songs in the library earlier- i'm very experimental with my music taste) Uni is draining me honestly- (¬_¬") my prof especially - and everyone is annoyed with this one. Not a fan of the prof, but I'm only focusing on getting a good grade and working well to learn something new everyday. Even my roommates who don't have a class with them have heard enough of their notoriety - smh but anyway, i'm keeping some positivity by day dreaming in class and making my day better with pinterest and fake scenarios - yes. i daydream abt Oliver ૮• - •ა (are we even surprised atp?) and today is just not my day- slightest bit of inconvinience and i'm ready to fly to mars (to begin with- oil fell on my pants and then it got stained with mayo cause someone wasn't looking where they were going T.T - istg)

Oml, tumblr is at it again. istg- but its okay, i get updates on my dash from time to time and i do get the number of on my notifs- and when i check you're not there but then ik its you and i head over to your blog 0^^0

I had a sandwich and a popsicle (I got a "ice cream in the morning? Really?" Yes. it makes my mood better o.o and i want it) I hope you're doing okay and not overworking yourself - ♡︎

*sending back koala hugs and Oliver spam*

#belle.☏#.moot🍦: ✨ anon #olivercomehome

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