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plutolovesyou · 1 month

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currently thinking about edging sub!ellie...so...whoops

"hnnn- fuckfuckfuck baby, please." she'd whine into your ear, clawing wherever she could reach on you, scratching up your shoulder blades, digging into your waist. as soon as you feel the familiar flutters of her pussy around your skillful fingers, you'd pull away with a smirk, watching her gleefully.

you slow your movements until there's only a stationary pad of your finger resting on her pulsing clit. you stare down at her as she's gasping and bordering on tearing up, face all red and hair disheveled. auburn strands a stark contrast from the white pillow she's laid upon.

she'd try to squirm around to make you continue touching her, but you don't comply. frustrated huffs and grunts fall from her lips as her bare chest heaves up and down with desperation.

"hmmm?" you'd coo at her, voice sweet on the surface, but laced with a patronizing taunt.

she'd sigh, muster up her remaining energy and throw a deathly glare at you, sharp enough to kill a man painlessly. unfortunately for her it only amuses you further, and you bite back a sneer.

eyebrows scrunched together with her gaze not leaving yours, she sputters through a clenched jaw, "i'm gonna kill you." you can't help but chuckle at the threat. you know she doesn't mean it, it was always funny when she got feisty.

"oh you don't wanna do that, no one fucks you as good as i do, baby." you finish your rebuttal by re-inserting two fingers into her weeping pussy once more, curling skyward until you hit the spot that breaks her.

within moments her back is arching into you and eyes squeezing shut, a symphony of melodic moans and whimpers flooding the room.

"yeah, that's what you wanted?" you tease, but it's ignored. you'll allow it this time. pumping in and out of her, you can tell she's getting close again, and the thought to rip it away from her yet again crosses your mind, but you've lost count at this point.

she's gripping onto your other arm as if her life depended on it, holding on so hard you swear you'll lose feeling in it.

never letting up your pace her whines increase in volume and frequency, her pussy swallowing up your digits with ease.

you're entranced by her, she's done so well you'll let her cum, finally. she's earned it.

"pleaseplease, yes, ah-" incoherent strings of pleas and delicious begs escape her, you watch as her toned abs flex and cave in as the feeling begins to build for her.

"that's it, c'mon." you mumble a praise, which acts as the gateway for her to let go and succumb to the release enveloping her.

steadily working her through it, thumb rolling over her clit and fingers milking the orgasm out of her until it becomes too much.

she's breathing deeply once it's passed and seems finally at peace after so long, so much denial. you lay on top of her, peppering open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck, running your hands over her waist.

"you're so mean." she mumbles, her voice taken on a drowsy aura from the exertion.

"i know. but you love it."

"i do."

um HELLO the fuck idk what came over me needed to get this outta my system ig LMAO literally typed this in like 10 minutes in the app bye

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creedslove · 4 months

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DON'T DO THIS 💍

Husband's best man!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: He loves you and he can't bear the possibility of seeing you marry another man

Warnings: angst, cheating, unrequited love, mentions of smut

A/N: idk besties, I came up with the idea of a short drabble because of this picture as it gives serious Joel Miller vibes, but not just any kind of Joel Miller, it gives me best man at a wedding Joel Miller kinda vibes 🤩😜

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“Please don't do this”

Joel's voice made you jump even if his tone was low, just a little bit more than a humble whisper, making you snap back into reality and turn around to face him.

“What are you doing here, Joel?! You were supposed to be at the altar now, right next to my fiance!” you replied in an urgent, almost annoyed tone.

Joel shouldn't be there, it wasn't his place to be, he was nothing more than your soon-to-be husband's best man, he shouldn't just barge into the room where you'd spent the last few hours getting ready for your wedding, where you'd put on your wedding dress, done your hair and makeup. It was invasive, not only that, it was heartbreaking and tempting. He was a man, a real one, he was broad and strong, he shouldn't be looking at you the way he was; sad and disappointed eyes as he took a step further and placed his hands on your side, locking you in a grip you didn't actually want to break free from, but you knew you had to.

“I thought I could do it, I thought I could watch you marrying him, but I can't, darling, I want you for myself, I know I'm selfish and I have no right to ask you this, but please, don't do this..”

“Joel, what we did… it was a one time thing, I shouldn't have happened, it wasn't right, I cheated on my fiance with you to begin with… I was upset and you were there, you held me and made me feel better. It was special, but it was wrong” you could see the way his face fell, he wanted you, he was willing to give you anything if you stepped out of that crazy idea of getting married and finally stayed with him. Joel wasn't stupid, he was well aware of the fact he didn't have much to offer, but he could give you his heart and all the love he felt for you. The love he gathered through the years, ever since his friend introduced you to him. He tried really hard to let go of that feeling, to play it off as a silly crush, a passing crush, but it was impossible. All Joel could think of was you. Your eyes, your smile, your voice, how beautiful and intelligent you were; suddenly, that man who swore he would never let any other woman break his heart, saw himself at your feet. Allowing you to break his heart a little bit every single day without even knowing. He just watched you from afar, loving you, knowing the man you'd chosen wouldn't treat you as good as Joel would. He wanted you and it killed him he couldn't have you.

You, on the other hand, didn't dismiss Joel from your life. Since the day you met, you were taken aback by the fact he was handsome, gentle, sweet, hard-working and it still baffled you a man like himself wasn't taken; you had a soft spot for Joel, he was attractive, but at the same time you were engaged, your fiance was Joel's friend and absolutely nothing would ever come from that.

Until the night you showed up knocking on his door; you weren't proud of that, it shouldn't have happened. But when you saw your fiance walking through the door covered in glitter and smelling like cheap perfume, you knew something had happened in that bachelor party. You weren't a jealous type, but things had a limit and you were certain it had gone way beyond a simple stripper lap dance. No matter how many times you questioned him, even if he wasn't that drunk, you knew your fiance wouldn't tell you the truth, there was only one man who wouldn't falter being honest with you.

Joel Miller.

So when Joel saw you standing in front of him, mascara smeared down your eyes as you blinked away tears, showing him all the hurt you felt after being played by your fiance, he had no doubts. That motherfucker didn't deserve you, he did. So he tried his best to show you he could be good for you, he could be what you were missing out, the way he held you that night, how you asked him for more and more. He stayed between your legs for what it felt like forever and it wasn't enough for him; he wanted to taste you for the rest of his life.

When dawn came, so did reality shattering him once more, you had got dressed and left, asking him not to call you again, which he did, against all his will. But when he saw the opportunity of seeing you again before you could make the worst mistake of your life, he didn't hesitate. Seeing you in a wedding dress was certainly bittersweet. He loved and dreaded that sight in the same intensity. You looked perfect, but you weren't his.

“You don't love him, you know that, it's not too late. You can be happy, you know I can make you happy, all I ask for is a chance and nothing more”

His hand stroked your cheek as you tried hard to fight the desire you felt for him. What if you simply dropped everything behind and went with Joel?! Would it be too bad? For once not looking back and focusing on your happiness first?! You wish you could do it, but unfortunately it was impossible.

“I'm sorry Joel, but no, I won't don't this”

You said and watched pure disappointment in his eyes, the way his hands let go of your body and he nodded, pursing his lips. The rejection stung so hard he didn't think it was possible, but he couldn't force you into loving him. He wished you good luck in nothing more than a whisper and left you, without looking back.

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yandere-daydreams · 11 months

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Not the same anon but, what if the spot used his powers to fuck you without you knowing who or how. I haven't watched the movie so idk if his powers work like that, but I'm choosing to believe that's how it works. Just hanging out and then suddenly, hey, why is there a whole dick in me. I am wearing pants rn what the fuck-

Bonus if you were kidnapped by a yandere Spiderman who's right there and feeling ways about it

tw - non//con, unhealthy relationships, slight stalking, and implied kidnapping.

i will accept a yandere!spot scenario if and only if it's about him taking an interest in miguel's little darling and preying on them from afar,,, maybe you end up catching his eye while he's flickering through dimensions, lingering just long enough in yours to realize how cute you are and just who the giant of a man constantly looming over your shoulder is. it's not his spider-man, but it is a spider-man, and he'd be lying if he said that didn't bring him a certain amount of joy on its own when he finally decides to have a little fun, to reward himself for all his hard work, to split you open on his fingers from the safety of another dimension while you're spending time with your... with whatever miguel's supposed to be, to you. you're adorable - the way you frown and squirm as you try to figure out what's going on, how you knead your hands and subtly jerk away from his touch, how quickly you're reduced to a panting, flushing, dripping mess.

and miguel's there to see it all, of course - to catch you when your legs finally give out, to growl and ask what you think you're doing to him as you cry and beg him to make it stop. he's concerned, sure, but he's jealous first and foremost, and soon enough, your clothes have been torn away and now you've got two desperate men tearing you apart, filling you up, and forcing something onto you that you have no way to fight against <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere miguel #yandere spot #yandere spiderverse

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stedefxckingbonnet · 7 months

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PLEASE WRITE BEING IZZY'S LOVER (gn) AND IZZY ACTUALLY SURVIVED BECAUSE IDK THEY EITHER MISSED OR THE LOVER MANAGED TO SAVE HIM OR ANYTHING I JUST NEED TO SAVE THIS MAN 😭🙏

I GOT YOU!!! Here's my little fix-it fic, all! Writing this made me feel a bit better because my god I finally brought myself to watching the finale even after knowing all that happened already and wow I was not okay. But perhaps this fic is me turning poison into positivity in my own way? Yeah. Yeah! I'll leave it at that :) This one is a bit shorter but, it's short and sweet, I thinl!

I didn't really want to recount the battle itself, just more-so the aftermath, so please keep that in mind whilst reading in case it feels like I dove in a bit too suddenly and quickly!

Keep the requests coming, all! I love you all so, so dearly.

Love,

Lavinia

My Favorite | Izzy Hands x Reader

Warnings: light angst (but there's fluff GALORE and it ends happily, i swear!), some strong language, brief mentions of being shot, tending to an injury/mentions of injury (non-graphic descriptions)

Word Count: 1481

In your periphery, you couldn't help but notice Izzy suddenly hunched over, clutching his stomach. Everyone else managed to continue charging forward with their weapons, but you had other plans, and knew that both you and Izzy would be better for it. You rushed over to him without any hesitation, slinging his arm around you gently as you ushered him back to the ship as quickly as you could. His breathing staggered and the sound of it motivated you to move even faster.

You managed to rush him back to your quarters; in case the rest of the crew came stumbling onto The Revenge again, you would be able to focus on the most important mission of your life—helping Izzy Hands survive.

"I'm alright, love," Izzy breathed out, looking up at you as you cleaned the wound and prepared to bandage it.

"Clearly, you aren't," you laughed sadly, fighting back tears as you worked.

"You don't have to do this, you know," he sighed as he spotted you scrambling all over the place, very clearly in a panic about all of this. You so badly wanted to stop right there and scold him. You didn't have to do this? Was he fucking kidding? Of course you had to do this, you wanted to do this. You wanted him to be okay, needed him to be. You wanted to take away the harm brought upon him. You wanted to see him live another day and many, many more. You craved to see him go on to send you another one of his not-so-discreet-anymore smiles that got you through the toughest of times. You don't have to do this? How could he be so foolish? He was by far the most intelligent aboard the ship and yet, he still managed to say such a silly thing.

"Did you hear me?"

"Oh, I heard you," you almost seethed. "And once again, I will be ignoring your request."

"You manage to go and do that so much and yet, you're still my favorite," he weakly shook his head as he looked up at the ceiling and laughed under his breath.

You stopped in your tracks, for just a moment. You figured you could—Izzy was all patched up and all that was left to do was sit with him and make sure the bleeding stops and give him food, water, anything else he needed, and you were beyond happy to do so. You needed to be sure he was okay. But what he had just admitted to you earned quite a bit of a shock from you, a shock you couldn't quite process running all around the room. "I'm your favorite?"

He laughed once again, coughing immediately after and reaching to clutch his abdomen once again. You immediately sat down beside him, not realizing you had started to gently touch his cheek. "Isn't that fucking obvious? Everyone else sure as hell knows it."

You couldn't help but laugh yourself. "I guess? I don't know. You're my favorite too, you know."

"Oh, don't bother lying just because I'm injured," Izzy teased, reaching out to flick you in the arm.

"I'm not lying!" you threw your hands up in a playful surrender. "I mean it, Izzy. You know I do. And I don't want anything happening to you. I don't know what I'd do if you..." and with that, the tears began to spill out. Izzy knew there was no use trying to sit up, but he was able to extend his arm around you.

"I signed up for this," he shrugged.

"As long as I'm around, you are not dying any fucking time soon. Okay? You got that?"

Izzy's lips formed a smirk. "I love it when you get feisty."

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you giggled. Though suddenly, your expression hardened, and even Izzy noticed you were about to say something of the serious vein. "You really scared me back there, Iz."

Izzy could only sigh—he knew that none of the words he could muster would be enough to relieve you just yet, or even at all. And what was he supposed to say, anyway? That he was sorry he let himself get shot? Sorry that he didn't immediately seek help? Sorry that you had to see that? That he was so fucking exhausted of the life he's made for himself after all?

You made your way over to the foot of the bed, carefully sitting and stroking his leg. "I'm sorry," you suddenly lamented.

"Why are you sorry?"

"You just really scared me. I didn't want to lose you but I don't want you feeling bad about it either because it wasn't your fault you got hurt," you sighed, averting your eyes from his gaze.

Izzy slowly sat up, rubbing your upper back before gently wrapping his arm around you and resting his head upon your shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere, you know. I promise."

"I know," you exhaled. "I just...I could have lost you, and that thought absolutely haunts me every time we raid or duel or see another ship at all, or even just roam about the Republic of Pirates, but I know this is your life and what you're used to and I would never yank you away from—"

"I don't want any of it anymore," Izzy suddenly admitted. "I'm tired. So fucking tired. And I don't even know how many wounds my body can take anymore."

You laughed sadly, craning your head over to look at him once again. Even after the years of suffering and pain that remained on his face at times, he was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. And, he was healing as of late—you could see that, everyone could see that. "Well, what are you saying? And no, it isn't obvious—"

"I want to live," Izzy assured you. "But not this life. A different one."

"What would that look like to you?"

"I don't know," he whispered, almost ashamed of this answer.

"It's okay not to know. I'm up for anything as long as you are right there beside me," you reassured him as you planted a gentle kiss upon his forehead.

"Really? You'll stay with me?" Izzy asked in disbelief.

"I love you, Izzy. You. Not because you're Blackbeard's first mate, not because you're a pirate. Because you're you. You're Israel Hands. You are clever and caring and proud and you have so much else to offer this world, away from the sea. Beyond all this."

Izzy lifted his arms up from his sides, wincing as he did so, his hands flying back to his abdomen. You smiled softly as you ever so carefully wrapped your arms around him, making sure not to squeeze so tight. One of your hands made its way up to the back of his head as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. You suddenly heard him whimpering and it brought tears to your own eyes. At last, he spoke. "Fuck you."

You couldn't help but giggle as you sat back up once again.

"I love you," Izzy spoke sincerely, hoping with every part of him that this came across. By now, your face was in his hands, and he looked at you in such a way that truly did confirm his tenderness, his endless adoration that he reserved for you and only you.

You knew exactly the response he was searching for. He knew that you had love for him already—you were never exactly subtle about it. And he never exactly minded it. "I know that, Iz. I promise you."

"Suppose we should say goodbye to everyone?"

"We will. I just want to be here with you right now."

"I wouldn't mind that."

You lay down beside Izzy, draping your arm over his chest as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. He hums happily as you do, and he instantly settles into the warmth you provide. Before you know it, your eyes flutter shut and even in your dreams, Izzy Hands is there and you are together and you are living without fear and judgment, and the only thing you're stressing about is what to make for breakfast that day even though he'll always mumble, "Anything will do, darling." Perhaps whatever life the two of you should lead will come to you in your dreams and you will eagerly share these ideas once you awaken. In this moment, you were just grateful to get to spend the rest of your life with none other than him, and it almost didn't matter what endeavors you embarked on alongside one another from this moment forward. You finished the ditty Izzy was humming before you succumbed to the sweet dreams he wished upon you, and you looked forward to your dreams that were about to come true in just a few hours.

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #izzy hands x reader #ofmd season 2 #x reader #izzy hands my beloved #ofmd s2 #fanfic #ofmd izzy hands #fix it fic #fix it au #izzy is alive and well wdym?#fluff #light angst #requests open #keep the requests coming #please request #established relationship

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space-helen · 2 months

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Grade

Words: 1499

Pairing: All platonic (?) Nick Stokes x Reader, Greg Sanders x Reader, David Hodges x Reader

A/N: This was written back in October (sorry) but enjoy!

Request: Okay so this may be totally very random but idk either- the idea just popped into my head but my writer ass is too filled up with school to have motivation to write so- but like onto the idea.

So like, reader is maybe like, a student/works part time at the lab? And theyre everyones favourite as they can get along with everyone (even hodges though he would be the last to admit it-) but their grades are slipping majorly and no one knows as they keep up the 'im fine' mask before diverting the topic, like how that person is.

But one day maybe they get a grade or something in a subject they really studied for and its very bad or something else happens and someone just finds them in a very random spot and its all fluff :(?

Sorry if this was long and you dont have to write this if you dont want to, I just think your writing is awesome so :)

-🧽/Anon

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You nervously checked your phone again before shoving it back in your pocket. God, you hated waiting for results. It seemed like you'd been on a losing streak recently. No matter how hard you were studying your grades were consistently low. You knew some of your classmates thought it was because of your job in the crime lab but you wouldn't give it up for the world.

"How's it going?" Hodges spoke from the other side of the room.

"Everything's fine." You forced a smile "the tests are running."

"Perfect." He returned his attention back to the work in front of him "You can go for a break if you want. Go grab a coffee, just be back to get the results."

"Thanks. Want me to make you one?"

The man waved you off and gave you a smile "I'll be ok but thank you." Standing up you made sure everything was safe before leaving the room.

Getting into the break room you poured yourself a drink before looking at the snacks on offer today before turning and taking a seat at the table.

"How's it going?" Greg sat across from you at the table, a drink of his own in his hand.

"I'm ok, pretty quiet morning so far."

He laughed "today does seem slower, huh?" He took a sip of his drink as you did yours "have you had the test results back?"

"Yours should be done soon, Hodges told me to take a break while they were-"

"Not those." He interrupted "your grade for the-"

"Oh, they haven't come back yet."

"Are you nervous?"

You shook your head and took another sip of your drink, feeling the hot liquid slightly scold your mouth and throat. "I studied hard, it should be fine like always."

"I respect your positivity so much" he smiled as he checked his phone and then downed the last part of his drink, you weren't sure how he did it really, you knew you wouldn't be able to with the coffee at this temperature. "I have to run but let me know when you get the grade back." As he stood he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and gave it a light squeeze "good luck."

You gave him a smile and thanked him but before you knew it he was gone. Enjoying the rest of the silence you flipped through one of the newspapers left on the table before eventually finishing your coffee and cleaning your mug. Walking back down the corridor towards your workstation you felt a notification come in on your phone. Seeing it was your results you opened it immediately but instantly regretted it, another failed test. Diving for the nearest door you opened flung it open and threw yourself through into it. As you stared at your phone screen you could feel tears coming to your eyes quickly as your chest began to feel tighter. This couldn't be happening, not again.

Nick had seen your odd behaviour as he turned the corner. Speeding up his pace he knocked lightly on the storage cupboard door "Y/N is everything ok?" he listened carefully for a response but instead heard your quiet sobs through the door. Opening it carefully he slid inside and his heart felt sorry for you as soon as your tear filled eyes met his.

"Come here." His whispered opening his arms. You closed the small distance and were soon in his arms, allowing him to hug you. "What happened?"

"The test." You sobbed "I just got my grade back" another sob "I failed."

"It's ok. It's ok." The man placed his one hand on your hair to comfort you more as he brought you into his chest.

As he did Greg came to the door and opened it carefully, seeing the two of you he gave Nick a questioning look and mouthed the words 'what's up?'

'Grades' Nick mouthed back and Greg nodded his head. Leaning against the door frame he looked at you sympathetically, knowing how difficult it could be.

"I know it's silly." You pulled away from Nick and wiped your face. "But I worked so hard and it's just like I'm running in circles. Maybe I'm just not good enough."

"Don't say that." Nick said calmly

"Y/N you're literally incredible. Probably the most promising I've seen around here in forever. You're so clever and definitely have what it takes." It was Greg speaking now.

Looking at the man with tears in your eyes you swallowed a sob "It really doesn't feel like it right now."

Nick placed his hand on your shoulder lightly. "You should have said something if you're struggling with grades. We could have helped you out."

"I didn't want you to all think I was stupid."

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Greg teased lightly "We're all in awe at how much you have going on and we'd never think you were stupid."

"Man, you teach me something new most days." Nick added in, moving his hand from your shoulder to your back, gesturing forward with his other hand "let's move from the closet though, it's cramped in here and there's better places to cry in the lab."

Nodding you allowed the men to walk you to somewhere more appropriate, the two of them giving warning glances to anyone staring or small shakes of their head in a 'drop it' fashion to those who looked like they were going to interfere.

Sitting down at your desk, Hodges handed you your results as the two men stood next to you, clearly puzzled by everyone's expressions he had to fill the silence "what's going on-"

"I failed" You cut him off.

The man's jaw was slack "What? How? Wasn't this exam in your main field of expertise? We work on it most days."

You nodded and rested your elbows on the table and your chin on your hands as your eyes skimmed the results he'd handed you "yep."

"You have to ask for a remark."

"Leave it." Nick spoke as he pulled up a stool next to you.

You sighed if Nick and Greg knew, David should probably know too since you worked with him everyday and you were actually quite close to the man. "I've been pretty consistent with my failing grades this semester." You didn't raise your eyes from the piece of paper.

"There has to be some form of favouritism going on." The man shook his head "you've never once made an error in this lab-"

Greg interrupted the man "I don't think this is helping right now."

"No it's fine." You looked up at the men "What's done is done. I can try and redeem myself in the next one but if I fail that too I'll probably have to kiss the lab goodbye."

Hodges grumbled "I'll help you. Whatever you need I'll help."

"Can't we just show them the work you do here? Would that help your grade?" Nick questioned.

You shrugged "we could try, but they'd probably just tell me I've got too much going on. Just like how my friends say it."

"They don't sound very much like friends then do they." Greg scoffed "we're here for you though Y/N, like Hodges said, anything you need." Greg's phone buzzed and he was quickly excusing himself.

You looked back down at the results and slid them in front of Nick as you talked him through them as I'd nothing had happened, the man thanked you and gave you a warm smile before leaving.

"What do you have for me next?" You asked Hodges.

"You can help me prep these samples?"

You smiled and began to cross the room to him when your phone began to ring. Answering the call without looking, you were surprised to hear your University lecturer on the other end..

Locking your phone you slid it into your pocket and took a step back inside your lab space. "You'll never guess what" Hodges gestured for you to continue speaking "There was apparently an error in the system and everyone was given a failing grade. I passed. I’m a little annoyed it happened but-"

"I knew it had to be a mistake.” Hodges quickly added a smile beaming on his face.

"I don't know what my exact grade was but at least it wasn't a fail. She said that although my past grades weren't great the ones they really take into consideration is this one and the next two we get."

He smiled even more "good because I have no clue what I'd do in here without you now"

"Thank you, I really love the opportunity I have to work with you, I've learnt so much-"

He held up his hand "As much as I love to hear it from other people I don't want to hear it from you." He joked "go and tell Nick and Greg."

You nodded "I'll be right back"

"There's no rush, enjoy the news"

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sweatandwoe · 10 months

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I (and I'm sure a lot of us) would go feral if you wrote original monster content. I'm talking climbing the walls, screeching, hissing, bite bite biting feral. I wanna smooch the cryptids. The gonsts. The lil funky guys in the gloom under the moon. Please. One day. I loaf you sweaty for that thot alone

🩷

why not, let's do a little test run

MDNI - Lich x GN!Reader. Reader getting overstimulated, Skull Fucking (not in it's original context), Necrophilia maybe? Idk he's a lich and consenting, Oral Reader receiving, Fingering Reader recieving, Boning (this is linked to the fingering). Dacryphilia mention at the end.

"You can do it, my dear. What's one more little death?"

One more might actually lead to your actual death. But your lover was always so very thorough in his work, and you were never one to complain about helping him research. Well, not usually.

But now there are tears in your eyes, and you're starting to ache. It was bordering on painful now. "I don't know if I can."

The man, if he could still be considered that, peers up at you. Eyes a cold flame, ice blue lights dancing in wide, black sockets. His head is solid bone, a skull staring up at you. Long fingers, notched and thin, pause inside of you.

"Oh?" The skull leans forward, jaw moving. The little muscle left along the bone helped to stretch it out and let a shadowy tendril slip out; the ghost of a tongue. It hovers there, curling and flicking like smoke though it was far weightier than that. You knew from experience, and you can hear a chuckle when your legs tremble. "Would you like to make good on that assessment?"

Fuck. The tendril moves up, flicking along your sex while his fingers continue moving, searching and pressing inside you. He's determined and you can only grasp one hand onto his shoulder, gripping his robe, while the other roams over chilled bone. His true name spills from your lips, forbidden and complex but your tears are starting to slide down, warm and fat along your cheeks.

He doesn't let up. The ghost of the tongue does not mean he can't speak, even if it's busy. The lich's eyes light up with each word and let each of the following sentences hang in the air before sinking into your skin. "Such a good assistant for me. Helping me explore all kinds of death. How many ways we can achieve this one, the little death before it breaks you?" There's a pause, before he crooks his fingers, pressing them against that one spot to make you keen out. He chuckles, warm and full of delight while his gaze rakes over your body. With a single movement, he's pressing forward his skull right against you, letting the cold bone hit your inner thighs. "I think after this one it will be five? Is that correct, dearest one?"

You're panting. Nails dig into bone while your teeth dig into your lower lip. "That's c-correct, Gar-"

"I think that will be enough for today then. Just one more, my dear." He doesn't wait. The tendril is no longer flicking against your sex, but rather engulfing it. Sucking and licking, it feels wet and warm, a wonderful contrast to the coldness of his natural form. His magic was always so warm.

Tears continue to leak, you're so tired, but you can give him one more. One more and you will be done. He will treat you so well if you give him one more. You force yourself to relax, to let his ministrations guide you through, but you're cumming with a sob and grind of your hips against his head.

He's nothing but praise, sliding his fingers out once your orgasm ends. "So wonderful to see. Such a good test subject." The tendrils from his mouth descend back in, but not before letting it roll over your thighs like a final caress or a soft kiss. He stays between your legs, gently rubbing over them with too-thin and rough fingers. Bones pet your flesh, and you don't mind it.

Finally, he lifts himself up, to stand and get you a glass of water that he had kept nearby. He dips the cup himself, and you know there is no option here but to drink. Heavy mouthfuls are quick to come as you realize your thirst. When he pulls away, turning to set it down, your fingers run along his robes. "Thank you."

The lich chuckles, thin arms wrapping around your body, until he can settle behind you. Having you lay over him, the robe helping to smooth out all the hard lines of his body. "I should be thanking you, my dear. I've learned so much." He shifts beneath you slightly. "Was it too much?"

You consider the fact that you just had the equivalent of a talking skeleton eat you out and finger you open until you wept. Surprisingly, no. "It wasn't that bad. Just got too..."

"Overstimulated?" You nod and he hums. "Perhaps next time, we can have some longer breaks in between. That may help with preventing some tears."

You gaze at him, meeting the blue flames of his eyes head-on. "But you like the tears."

His hand dips, feeling along your waist and then your stomach. He can't grin anymore, but you could sense it in the next few words. "Perhaps I should keep going then?" Boney fingers dip lower, following the line of your hip, hovering over your sex once again. "If you have no objections, of course, my dear."

You pause, thinking. "One minute break? And then you can get another one."

His teeth press on the crown of your head, the whisper of a kiss he couldn't give. "Of course, my dear."

You smile, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw. "Thanks, Garbear."

Gary sighs, no air pressing through the slightly parted teeth. "You're going down to thirty seconds now, brat."

"You shouldn't have let a human pick your casual name."

"Twenty."

You had an odd feeling it would be a long, but enjoyable night.

Thank you to @golden-rats for the name of the Lich

#monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster romance #I might make this a whole thing #I love Gary the Lich and his human partner #lich #monster lover #mdni

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Omgg it was so good to see a notification from you!!! thank you so much for tagging me and also CONGRATULATIONS on 3k that's such a big achievement im so proud of you 💖💖💖 so since I'm currently putting together a loki fics recommendation post and I'd love to include your work so maybe you could do from fate of the faithful with the song tangerine from Led Zeppelin with a forbidden romance trope? Idk its been on my mind for a very long time and the 54th prompt from your list made me think of like r having an arranged marriage with thor while she's been secretly dating loki for a very long time and now they're trying to fix this mess they're in ? Perhaps with some heavy angst and a happy ending ? I don't knowww im the worst at making requests😭 anyway im sure id love to read whatever you may write but thats just some ideas. Again congrats can't wait to see what you come up with 💖

How It Used To Be

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X fem!Reader

Summary: You and Loki are heartbroken when you are married off to his brother, Thor.

Warnings: Crying, secret romance, arranged marriage, yelling, kissing, arguing, Thor has a himbo realization moment lol

Word Count: 2.1k

a/n: i kinda went off topic in terms of going along with what that song is about i hope you like this anyways!

my 3k follower celebration!

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Loki truly considered the day of you and Thor’s wedding to be one of the worst days of his life. He had to stand by his brothers side as his best man and watch him put that ring on your finger. He was silent the whole ceremony, trying to focus on holding back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall down his face.

It was a beautiful summer day the day you and Thor got married but all Loki could think of was the moment you two had shared in this exact spot last summer. You and Loki had been dancing throughout the garden as the sun set, stopping you every once in a while to dip you down, making you smile every time he did.

And when he had brought you up for the last time that evening after dipping you, he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips and promised that he would marry you here someday, when the time was right. Now, you had to get married to someone who wasn’t him in the place he had promised to marry you.

Summer used to be so beautiful to Loki but now it all looked grey to him and all it brought was pain. This pain got worse the longer he had to stay at the wedding and watch you and Thor dance together for the first time as a married couple.

And when he was sure that everyone was paying attention to the two of you, he slipped away from the wedding and disappeared to his room in the palace. And once he was in the privacy of his bedroom, he let his tears fall while his chest moved quickly with every breath he took in and let out. Would he ever truly be able to be with you?

While he cried and gazed up at the stars outside his window, Loki cursed himself for falling for you so quickly. But it was so easy to fall in love with you, he couldn’t help it or stop it from happening. And now he had lost all remaining hope that he would get to love you freely without worrying about someone discovering what was going on between the two of you.

He just wished that people thought he was as good of a man as Thor, that way you would’ve never had to marry his brother in the first place and you wouldn’t have to hide your love either.

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Later that night once the wedding had been over for a couple hours, Loki heard someone knock at his door. And he would’ve ignored them and attempted to go back to sleep if it wasn’t for the voice he had heard on the other side, yours.

“Loki? Can I come in? I really need to talk to you.” you whispered to him through the wood of his bedroom door, mentally hoping that you were loud enough and he heard you.

He then let out a soft sigh and got out of his bed, dragging himself over to his door. He quickly opened it and closed it behind you once you had entered, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you here. Especially after you just got married to his brother.

Your relationship and your love seemed years away now, like it was a dream and you never actually loved him. You were all he had and now you were married to his brother instead of him.

But little did Loki know, while he was suffering at your wedding so were you, trying so hard to hold back your tears just like Loki had been. You felt your heart break in your chest as you promised yourself to Thor, saying “I do.” when the priest had prompted you to.

And once you were within the privacy of Loki’s room,— still wearing your wedding dress — you finally let the tears you had been expertly holding back all day fall. You placed your hand over your mouth — trying to silence your cries — and Loki wrapped his arms around you, letting you press your face into his chest. Your makeup had already been taken off for you not long ago but you couldn’t wait any longer to see Loki so you sneaked out of you and Thor’s room when no one was paying attention and came here.

You looked up at him from your spot in his arms a few moments later, “I’m so sorry, Loki. I-If I had any say in this, I wouldn’t have married him, I would’ve married you. I love you and only you, I swear.” you quietly said to him, easily becoming a bit hysteric while you continued to cry and your breathing sped up.

You desperately needed Loki to know that you didn’t love Thor the way everyone had tried to make him believe. And in this moment, while you cried to him, he understood all of the pain you were also feeling.

He had been so wrong about you and your loyalty to him and he kind of hated himself for it if he was being honest. But now wasn’t the time for him to be insecure, he needed to be there for you and love you the way you deserve to be loved.

Loki then placed one of his hands on the back of your head, placing the other one on your back and brought you closer to his chest once more. He slowly rocked the two of you back and forth while he started to speak to you and you slid your face into the crook of his neck, “Shh, Shh, it’ll be okay, my love, I believe you. We’ll figure something out, I promise.” he said, causing your crying and breathing to slow down.

You nodded against his chest and looked up at him again, “Can I stay in here tonight? I don’t want to face my new reality quite yet. I want to pretend that everything is how it used to be, how it should be for a little longer.” you asked him, hoping that he would say yes. You really didn’t want to have to go back to Thor tonight.

He placed his hands on your face and gently tipped your head back, then pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. “Of course, my love.” he answered in between kisses, making you smile against his lips.

Loki then scooped you up into his arms bridal style and held you close to him while he walked back over to his bed. He slowly unzipped your dress for you after he had set you down on his bed — gently pushing it onto the floor — and he slipped the sleep shirt he had been wearing off of himself and onto you.

That night, you fell asleep in Loki’s bed, in his arms, truly happy while you laid there and pretended that it was Loki you had just married that day, not Thor.

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The following morning, you were woken up by the sound of Loki and Thor yelling at each other in the office attached to Loki’s room as well as the cold temperature that had taken over the bed now that Loki had left it. You frowned at the sound of Thor belittling his brother and overall just being cruel to the raven-haired man.

You assumed that Thor had found you in Loki’s bed that morning and Loki had suggested that they talk in his office to avoid waking you up.

Your heart broke again, this time for your lover as you could hear all of the sadness, anger and desperation in his voice every time he yelled back at his Thor. So you swiftly got out of bed and headed over to Loki’s office, the door just slightly ajar.

You quickly pushed the door open then walked into the room, you looked at Thor first then spoke, “What the hell is going on here?” you sternly said, immediately silencing their argument.

Thor’s eyes narrowed directly at you, prompting Loki to rush to your side, wanting to be close to you in case his brother tried to hurt you for going behind his back. Instead he spoke to you with a sarcastic tone, “Ah, (y/n)! Care to explain what you were doing sleeping in my brothers bed?” Thor asked as he slowly stepped closer to you and waved his hands about while he spoke, making Loki feel more protective of you.

You took a deep breath and steadied yourself before you explained yourself to him, “I have never loved you, Thor, you should know that, my parents chose for us to get married after all. Loki is the person I love, not you,” you said, pointing to Loki while he still stood at your side, “And if I had any say in it, I would’ve married him yesterday. I have loved him for years and I’m tired of hiding it. I’m tired of pretending like he isn’t my soulmate!” you yelled at Thor and he took a step back from you, processing what you had told him.

Thor had been led to believe that you did love him and your marriage had been arranged just because of tradition. But now that he knew the truth, all of the anger in his system quickly left and instead he felt sadness.

“Is this really how you feel, (y/n)?” Thor gently asked you while he furrowed his eyebrows.

You nodded and spoke to him again, “Yes, he’s all I’ve ever wanted. Loki is truly the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” you confidently answered, your words telling Thor what he needed to do now.

Thor looked at you then Loki once again, “I’m so sorry, I’ve been such a fool and neither of you deserve the cruelty I’ve shown you. I’ll go speak to father right away and have our divorce put in place and make sure that your wedding will happen as soon as possible. I will make sure that the two of you get the future you deserve, even if father doesn’t agree.” Thor replied, taking off the weight that had been resting on both of your chests.

Loki then stood behind you and placed his dominant hand on your shoulder, the other resting at his side. “Thank you, brother.” he said and with that, Thor left the room and went straight to Odin. He wanted to make things right between the three of you now, he didn’t want to waste a single minute.

And once you two were completely alone in Loki’s office, you turned to face him and reached up to gingerly take his face in your hands, placing a kiss to his lips. You hoped that this kiss displayed all of the love you have for him and when he kissed you back, he hoped that his kiss would communicate the same thing.

When the two of you pulled away from each others lips a few minutes later, Loki softly rubbed his nose against your own, letting his forehead lightly rest on yours. “I love you, my sweet girl.” he said to you in this special moment like those words were a prisoner that had been set free, not caring anymore if anyone in the palace halls heard what he just said to you.

His sweet words made you softly smile at him, “And I love you, my sweet Loki.” you replied, causing him to smile with you while you both felt yourselves blush.

The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer when you eventually started to talk again, “Dance with me, Loki?” you asked him as you separated your face from his and gazed up into his emerald green eyes.

“Of course. You know how much I adore dancing with you, darling.” he answered, still smiling, reminding you of how he never gave up the chance to dance with you and feel you in his arms.

And while the two of you danced together, happy tears started to fall down to your cheeks, prompting Loki to stop moving right away. He placed one of his large hands on your cheek and lovingly wiped your tears away with his thumb, “What’s wrong?” he urgently asked you, his eyebrows furrowing again.

You simply smiled up at him, “We don’t have to hide anymore. We’re finally free to love each other without fearing what could happen if someone finds out.” you explaining, letting Loki know that these were happy tears on your face.

“We are, darling and I plan on letting everyone know how much I love you every chance I get.” he made known to you, that last bit of his statement making you grin.

You were truly his now and he would finally get the future with you that he had always wanted since the day he first met you six years ago. You two would actually get to spend the rest of your lives together and in love.

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vexy-hexy · 3 months

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Just came up with a new TMNT 2012 AU I want to write in, like, 20 minutes (well, maybe, IDK if anyone else has come up with something exactly like this)

IDK a name yet, but anyway, here's what I have so far:

Raphael never meant to hurt his brothers while playing, but he always seemed to be a little too rough for them and Sensei would always put him in timeouts. He could understand why

But then there were the times his brothers seemed to push him into a reaction, taking his book or toy from his hands, leading him to try and get it back, or making fun of his poor writing and math skills until he cried frustrated tears. Once, Mikey even ripped his drawing

But he was always wrong

He didn't get it, do his feelings not matter like his brothers’ matter?

Maybe if he was more like Leo, his Sensei would care for him more, maybe then he would matter

But he never was as good as Leo, not to his Sensei at least, regardless of how many moves he mastered, or how helpful he tried to be, or if he beat Leo in their daily sparring matches. In fact, he seemed to get in more trouble if he beat Leo at sparring, always being kept back with his Sensei to go through punishment back flips

He asked once, only to be shut down and told he was imagining it, but after prodding his father more, he… he called him Saki

Saki?

As in… Oroku Saki? The man Sensei said took away everything from him? His love, his daughter?

That Saki?

Splinter saw him as Saki?

Why?

He didn't get to ask, as his Sensei, his father, rushed out of the room, a look of horror on his face

After some thought, he realised that, if Sensei believed him to be like the man who destroyed his prior family, he would prove him wrong. He would protect his family, no matter what, even if it costs him his life

And the first thing he needed to protect them from? Himself

So he begins pulling away, not playing games with his brothers, not trying at sparring in hopes he doesn't hurt them, training more by himself, etc, etc.

Still, it's not enough, because Mikey, upset at being ignored by Raph, pushes him by breaking or losing his favourite toy car (He only planned to threaten it, as children sometimes do, but Raph rushed him. Now the car is gone and Mikey has a black eye from the tussle)

Again, Raph is the only one in trouble. Realising he can't have important things laying around, he sneaks out in hopes of finding a hiding spot for his more prized things. After all, if they can't get to his beloved stuff, he won't feel the need to go at them, right?

As they grow, Raph withdraws more and more, barely even speaking to them unless he has to (he can't get too close to them, if he has to protect them with his life later on, they might be sad. Besides, what if he accidentally hurts their feelings). Hell, he even learned how not to emote

Naturally, Raph ends up in comatose instead of Leo. He shuts down when Shredder kills Splinter because that should've been him. What kind of protector is he?

Sorry for any errors, I typed this whole thing out in 20 minutes while at work, and I've been up since 5AM

ETA, if you wanna expand on this idea more and write a whole fanfic about it, please do

The only thing I ask is that you credit me for the inspiration and that you link me to or tag me in the fanfic because I'm really excited to read whatever people come up with when inspired by my post

#tmnt #tmnt au #teenage mutant ninja turtles au #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raphael #raph #raph au #raph angst #tmnt angst #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph au #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt 2012

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Pain Relive

SoftDom!Husband!Kakucho x Sub!Wife!Reader

MDNI! MINORS DO NOT READ!

Masterlist:

a/n: .........took me long enough..that's all i will say.....i hate that its shorter but idk....its just like.....i personally like how it turned out.

Synopsis: Kakucho comes home to take care of his wife. you are in so much pain due to your period. he understands and makes sure you feel better

Trigger warnings: afab-reader, period sex, mentions of unprotected sex, fingering, mating press, petnames: beautiful, angel, precious, princess, good girl, baby

word count: 1633

Y/N:

Can you bring me something when you get back from work?

Kakucho:

Sure, what do you need?

Y/N:

Pads, chocolate and a heating pad.

Kakucho:

…...do you have your period?

Y/N:

Yes…..

Kakucho:

Oh. yeah, I will have it.

Y/N:

Once he walked through the front door, he scanned for his wife. "Y/N?" he called out for you. He walked to their shared bedroom to find you curled up in the bed, crying in pain.

"I got what you asked for." he whispered. He felt bad for you. He slowly walked up to the bed, kneeled down next to it, and petted your head. Your hair was pushed back behind your ear. "I'm sorry; beautiful..."

You sobbed as you looked into his eyes.

"It hurts so much, ´Kucho……" you whimpered. He thought for a second. His expression showed how bad he felt for you. He kissed your forehead before sliding his hand under your shirt and onto your abdomen. He held his hand there to give you some heat. He really wanted to relive some pain for you. He drew some circles on your stomach. Tears are running down your cheeks. He sighed. "...let me help you...Okay?" He looked at you with a desperate look. He wanted to make you feel better so badly. You gave him a small nod. "Do you trust me?" You nodded again. At that point, all you wanted was for it to stop. The pain was almost unbearable.

He slowly laid you back on the bed, slowly moving down on your body. He spread your legs, kissing your thighs.

You were lying in bed, wearing a long t-shirt and your panties, so the access was easy for him. His hands caressed your thighs gently and lovingly. With closed eyes, he rubbed his face against the inside your legs. "You feel so soft....." a mewl escaped your lips. A pink tint sneaked up on your cheeks. "Kakucho...y-you don't have to….it's gross and..-"

"Shhh. Let me take care of you. You are in so much discomfort…. I want to help...I don't mind some blood. I'm a man, not a boy."

He laid his hand flat on your covered folds and gave it some gentle rubs. A few gasps left your mouth. Your eyes hooded themselves. You were so much more sensitive than normal...his rubs were firm but still gentle.

Fingers found Your waistband of your panties. He slowly pulled them down, not even reacting when he saw the bloody spot on the pad. He smiled softly as he looked into your eyes, his hand softly reaching out to your face, rubbing your cheek. "I will make it all better; beautiful…"

He leaned in, kissing your forehead. His left hand moved from your hip, between your legs. Gently running up and down between your folds. "You are very wet, angel….is that the blood or am I making you feel good already?" you held onto his shoulders and moaned out breathy. Your eyes squinted into thin lines. You tried so hard to keep them open, looking into his eyes. His thumb rubbed an infinity symbol on your little bundle of nerves. A mewly moan escaped your throat. "You are doing so good; precious…just let go. I will make sure you will feel good…..I can't stand seeing you in pain…." another kiss on your forehead.

You lost yourself in the eye contact you had with him. His soft, loving gaze. Those eyes, that always made you feel like the most beautiful woman on this planet. His right hand moved back to your cheek as he pressed his forehead against your own and smiled at you. "You are so beautiful...you know that, right?"

He never stopped rubbing your puffy clit as he treated you so softly.

The pain in your abdomen from earlier, replaced with butterflies and utter adoration.

You snapped back into reality when you felt his middle finger sliding inside your needy hole. "kaku...cho~" you moaned out.

"God you are so beautiful….you look so unbearably gorgeous…"

He slowly began to slide his finger in and out of you. His fingers were so much longer and thicker than your own, hitting spots you could never reach. You closed your eyes and gasped. The feeling of his finger is already so stimulating that all you could do was bring out incohesive words and babble out nonsense.

You heard a chuckels rumbling in his chest.

"You look so cute when you are such a mess, angel…."

He pushed another finger inside of you. "Oh god…"

His forehead was still pressed against yours when he picked up the pace. His eyes were still fixed on you. You felt like you were getting closer; your lust dilated eyes found his again. "I'm...I´m….I'm close…" "I know...just let it happen, beautiful….let go.."

Your body began to convoluted. Your eyes shut tight as the waves of your orgasm crashed onto you. His hand didn't stop. He helped you ride out your climax while kissing your forehead and cheeks. "Shhh, you are doing so well, princess...such a good girl…"

He pulled out, and you whined from the missing feeling. He smirked and chuckled again. "More?" and you nodded.

He got up and took off his shirt, wiping off the blood on his fingers. Then he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

You stared at him, still a little delirious from the past climax.

You already saw the giant bulge in his boxer shorts. When you tried to get up with the intention of pleasing him too, he held you down. He kissed your cheek and jawline before whispering into your ear, "Don't bother, angel...I'm here to make you feel good...my needs to come later…"

He pulled down his boxers, enough for his large cock to sprang free. He slapped his length against your swollen pussy, which caused you to whine out and him to gasp.

"Look at me, angel….look at me…"

You nodded and opened your eyes to stare directly into his eyes, your cheek flushed with red. You could feel his tip on your entrance and almost forgot to breathe when he slowly pushed in. your eyes fixed on his. "Kakucho…." you moan out. You felt him twitch in you. "Say my name again, angel…"

He took both of your legs and pushed them further apart. "Kakucho…" you said again, and you heard him curse under his breath, trying to keep his composure. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and lifted your hips with ease to put the pillow under you. It took some pressure away from your abdomen and gave him just the right angle to hit all the correct spots. He pushed your legs against your chest as he began to push deeper. "I can't think..." Another dark chuckle rumbled in his chest when he kissed your caves while pushing the rest of the way, now fully bottoming you out. "I know Angel...I know.....just let go...let me take care of you." He pulled halfway out, then pushed back in. Your back arched into his, but he pushed you back down. "No, baby...just stay put. Don't move…" He applied more pressure to your body to keep you in place while he began to move at a steady but firm pace. Your brain is completely muddled up. He gave your ass a firm slap that made you yelp out. Drool spilled out of your mouth as you couldn't comprehend what was happening, entranced and drunk from the pleasure he gave you. Throughout all that, he praised you the whole time. "You are taking me so well, beautiful...you are doing so good...my perfect angel."

You felt him twitch in you every time when you moaned his name. "God...you feel Devine angel…" his face was buried in the crook of your neck as he picked up the pace. "G'nna make you feel good, angel….real good…" You felt his hot breath against your neck. He made it so hard to think but even if you would have been thinking, you would only think about him. His face, his eyes and his sweet, sweet smile. "I'm close….I'm so close…" you whined "hold it baby...I know...please hold it ... .i...I want to cum with you baby….can you do that for me?" and you nodded, keeping your breathing steady and trying your hardest to hold back. Tears were prickling down your cheeks. He kissed them away as he picked up the pace. You could feel him moan and growl. He stopped talking and kept ramming into you while cursing under his breath. He twitched more and more inside of you. You are fighting for dear life to hold back your incoming orgasm. "Just a little more...just...a little…" When you began to whine, he shushed you "I know baby….please...please hold just a little longer….I'm almost there…..fuck….please baby…" you held it and held it until he finally began to shake uncontrollably. "Fuck...now angel….now...im cumming...fuck...i´m cumming…"

That took you the edge. You screamed as your eyes squinted shut.

With a low, almost animal-like growl, he shot his cum deep inside your tight hole.

He rode out the orgasm for both of you with a few more thrusts.

His grip on your hips subsided, and your legs moved back down to the bed. His hand found your cheek, showering your face with kisses. "So good baby …did so good for me angel…"

He gave you a small, tired smile.

"Does it still hurt?" He was still thinking about your pain, and you smiled back and shook your head. "No. I'm better now…"

He gave you a warm smile before kissing your lips. The kiss was filled with love, adoration and pure bliss. Then he turned over, lying on the bed, and pulled you into his arms.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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moronic-validity · 5 months

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The Shower

GUYS I'M SO FUCKING SORRY, MY BROTHER IS STAYING THE NIGHT AND WE STARTED PLAYING VIDEO GAMES AND THEN I STARTED PREPPING FOR TOMORROW'S BREAKFAST BC HE HAS LIKE 20 MINUTES TO EAT AND HAS TO HE UP AND AT EM AT LIKE 5 AM

Anyway, I'm gonna ptetend it's not after midnight here

Chapter 12 on my docs, so it's probably like 14? Idk. We're rolling with it

The DWU is 18+ bc a few chapters are. No warning for this chapter (i think)

I'll fix formatting later, I swear

Simon had grown more distant.

It was one of the first things Winter had noticed since they had returned home.

He had begun to sleep in his own room, only coming into their once shared space to shower or change clothes.

The only time he questioned Simon about it, he was met with a shrug and told he just wanted to have some time alone.

He knew that wasn’t the full story, but he also knew that he’d tell him what was wrong when he was ready.

Winter sat on his bed and listened to the shower run.

He was used to this by now.

He usually sat on the toilet seat and they would talk about their plans for the day, but Simon had asked for privacy, and that was something Winter could respect.

He still liked to sit nearby.

Everyone had been vague when he asked about Simon’s injuries from his journey into the Fire Kingdom, only telling him to keep an eye on the other man.

He felt like he was owed the information, given that he was the king, but no one would tell him anything.

He was completely in the dark.

Simon hated feeling like this, so helpless, so weak.

His injuries wouldn’t be healed in an afternoon with some beauty sleep, not like Winter’s. His would take time and proper care.

He did his best to not let him know.

He had started sleeping and showering alone, he wanted to make sure Winter never saw his wounds.

Which led him to this point.

His hair was greasy and he didn’t want to think of how tangled it was.

He had tried, early on, to shower like normal; bending over to wash his legs was painful enough to make his vision go white at the edges.

Washing his hair was the true nightmare though.

He couldn’t reach up to wash it and he had already ruled out bending over to do it. The best he could do was let the water run over it and hope for the best.

But this had gone on for long enough.

He pushed through the pain and began scrubbing his hair.

Simon felt like he was on the verge of blacking out, silently crying as he tried to work through the knots that had formed.

He leaned back to wash the soap out of his hair and he felt the stitches along his chest begin to tear.

He let out an almost involuntary sob and corrected his posture, now openly sobbing in the shower, all the frustration and pain pouring down the drain.

Winter went into the bathroom without hesitating and found himself frozen to the spot.

It was the first time he had seen Simon’s body since before the Fire Kingdom.

He didn’t know.

Simon looked in his general direction, his vision blurred from the tears and his lack of glasses.

He deflated.

He opened his mouth to protest, but Winter simply took off his jacket and got in the shower with him.

He was quiet and careful, washing the soap from Simon’s hair and beginning to condition it, meticulously working through each knot that had formed on his lover’s head.

Simon continued to cry, relaxing into Winter’s touch.

As he let the conditioner set, he began to wash Simon’s back and legs.

He couldn’t stop the tears from forming in his eyes. He didn’t know and he should have. His partner was trying so hard to be Atlas, but no man was made to cary the weight of the world. Not alone.

He couldn’t figure out why Simon hadn’t told him what had happened, but at this point, he didn’t care. He just wanted to take all the pain away from him.

“Would you like me to wash your front?” The question came out as more of a strained whisper, trying to hide the pain in his voice.

Simon turned to face him and was confronted with the tear streaked face of the man he traveled across the multiverse to get back to.

Winter looked down and began to wash his body, taking special care around his stitches.

They looked worse up close. The one that extended from the middle of his chest to just above his belly button was bleeding.

His eyebrows knit in concern, but he said nothing.

They could talk about it later.

He finished washing Simon’s body and had Simon turn back around so he could rinse the conditioner out of his hair.

When he was satisfied, Winter turned off the water and reached for a towel, drying Simon off with a level of care people generally only reserved for fine china.

They were both unable to find the right words to express what was going through their heads, but Simon spoke first.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he gingerly motioned to the growing bloodstain on the once pristine towel, “I didn’t want you to see me this weak.”

Winter’s heart caught in his throat and the tears began to stream down his face again.

“Si…” He trailed off before hugging his Simon, his partner, his other piece.

He did his best to not press on either of his wounds, and rested his head on his good shoulder.

Simon relaxed in touch and let himself cry.

“I was so scared Simon, I thought they killed you…” Winter whispered into his shoulder, “I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to you…”

He blinked a few times and let his words sink in.

He began to feel sick to his stomach that he even considered turning Winter over.

“She…She made it sound like you only keep me around for sex and I…” Simon trailed off, unable to continue speaking.

Winter bristled at the words, murmuring the word ‘no’ on repeat, disbelief, pain, and reassurance coating each word in equal measure.

He carefully redressed Simon, a loose button-up and an old pair of sweatpants that were hidden in the bottom of their dresser, then walked him back to the medical wing to have his stitches looked at.

It was only then he realized he and his clothes were soaking wet.

#teddy talks #theo's thoughts #winterkov #simon petrikov #the winter king #simonpetrikov #simoncest #simon x winter king #winter king x simon #winterking #dwu

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nirikeehan · 2 years

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happy friday!!! I'm here for obscure sorrows!! For Blackwall & Sera, "etterath n. the feeling of emptiness after a long and arduous process is finally complete, which leaves you relieved that it’s over but missing the stress that organized your life into a mission."

Thank you!! I've never written Sera before but this was great. I love her and Blackwall's friendship.

The ending I got for Blackwall after Trespasser moved me to tears, and I remember thinking “omg please bring him back in DA4 with a Suicide Squad-esque team of ex-con mercenaries at his back.” So, idk if that will happen, but I got full of Dreadwolf hype and wanted to write about the idea a little bit.

For @dadrunkwriting

Word Count: 1474

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The recruits were in good spirits today. Some threw themselves at the practice dummies with abandon, others sparring with dulled blades, but they were quick to smile and quicker to offer advice when needed. There were many who thought a mercenary company of ex-convicts would never work; that the men and women released from the bowels of dungeons and prisons would lack the needed discipline. Thom had found the opposite to be true: most were eager for a fresh start, and even more liked having an alternative to the Grey Wardens or Chantry service.

He stood on the balcony above the practice yard, watching like a ghost. The Man in Black had become his moniker, as both a sign of respect and fear. He rarely ventured down himself; one of his lieutenants usually led lessons, but every so often he enjoyed making an appearance, picking up a sword or a great axe, and giving the kids a display. No, not kids, he thought, squinting at the fresh faces that glistened with sweat in the humidity. Everyone was starting to look like a kid to him these days, a worrying sign that he was inching into old age.

“Sir?”

Thom turned to see one of his couriers standing under the awning, wringing his hands. “What is it, Payne?”

“There’s a woman come to see you, sir.”

Thom paused. Years now since he’d last seen her, and still something inside him hoped. Ridiculous, of course. He’d shut that door tight. You’ll always have my sword arm and my friendship. She’d married someone else that same afternoon. “She got a name, this woman?”

“Wouldn’t say. But she’s not exactly — normal. Elf, blond hair? Hard to understand, and sort of rude. I told her to wait outside, but she just strolled right into your office—”

Thom smirked under his beard.

“Should I have her escorted out?”

“No, no. It’s all right, Payne. She’s an old friend. I’ll go see her right now.”

Responsibility absolved, Payne took his leave with infinite relief. Thom cast one last glance at the practice yard and went inside, wondering what on earth Sera could possibly want with him in person. Not that he wouldn’t be glad to see her — in his now-fading memories of his time with the Inquisition, she stood out as a bright spot. One of the few who hadn’t passed judgment on his behavior, and she’d never fallen for the allure of power that had gripped the rest of them in those heady days.

Thom strolled through the corridors of the company’s headquarters, gripped by a strange feeling, an emptiness that wasn’t quite nostalgia. He’d done well these last few years, his pilgrimages through the jails of Thedas yielding more than he could have ever asked for. Unlike most sellswords, who fought for whoever had the most coin, his company only took on work he deemed honorable. Other companies in Markham were of the opinion that would put them out of business, but somehow Thom had managed. It helped, perhaps, to have a network of reliable referrals, chief among them a mysterious figure called Red Jenny.

He rounded the corner to his office door, swung it open, and there sat Sera: at his desk with her feet up, lounging like she owned the place. She looked good, too; the years had been kind to her. Her straw-colored hair had grown out to her shoulders and she no longer bore the hallmarks of cutting it herself. Her dress was less shabby as well, though her patched leggings a flair of vagabond chic. Thom had never understood her passion for plaids, but it suited her well.

“Well, well,” he said, “look what the cat dragged in, eh?”

“Oi, Beardy!” Sera leapt clear over the desk and crushed him in a hug. “You know how long it took me to get here? Fucking tit.”

Thom returned the embrace. She was easily a foot shorter and about a third of his width, but he was vaguely concerned she’d crack a rib if she squeezed any tighter. “It’s good to see you, too.”

Sera released him and perched on the edge of his desk, kicking her feet in the air as she looked around. “Hell of a place you’ve got here, innit? Fixed yourself up real good.”

“It’s had its ups and downs.” The success, though easily measurable by any metric, had left him with a sort of hollowness, though it was difficult to articulate why. Most jobs were clean and easy; the ones too messy or morally questionable he refused by default. He was doing good work out there, he knew it. He did not like to dwell on why it never felt like enough. Thom leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “Sera, why exactly have you come?”

She let out an indignant huff. “What, can’t a girl go see her oaf-y old friend? I mean it — like, old. You’ve got grey in your beard now! Huh.”

“Time is a harsh mistress.” Thom resisted the urge to run his fingers through the offending facial hair. “But that’s not really why you’re here, is it?”

Sera’s feet slowed to a stop. She leaned back on her hands, mouth worked into a frown. “How’d you guess?”

“Usually your messages are more discreet. And you’re a busy woman these days, I hear. You wouldn’t come all this way just to shoot the shit.”

“‘Shoot the shit.’ Hahahaha. Did I ever tell you about the time me and my mates took bags of dung, then got these arrows we could ignite and—” She cut herself off abruptly. “Never mind. It was a long time ago.” She looked up, locking gazes with him. A deep concern shone in her eyes. “The Inquisitor’s called a meeting. I thought you deserved to hear it directly from someone who, well, cares.”

Thom felt the floor shift beneath him. He reached out and gripped the doorframe. “Why now?”

“Why else?” Sera’s features twisted into a sneer. “Fuckin’ elf boy’s making moves. So she says, anyway.”

At long last, Thalia was making good on plans made at the Exalted Council those years ago. He had thought the day would never come. He could still feel the weight of her limp body in his arms as he carried her through the eluvian — and the unspoken accusation in Cullen’s eyes where he stood waiting on the other side. When Thom had handed her off to her new husband, he’d only said one thing before leaving: Take care of her.

“How is she?” Thom asked, his voice strained.

“Pfft, you think I keep track? We never talk.” Sera slid off the desk and went over to his side. “You don’t hafta go, you know.”

Oh, but I do. With the Inquisition disbanded, Thalia would need all the help she could get. She had no army to command, no citizens to conscript. The Chargers were still around, under the leadership of Krem Aclassi, but they were a smaller operation than the one Thom had built.

He held Sera’s gaze and spoke quietly. “If it weren’t for her, I’d be dead.”

“If it weren’t for her? Bleeding hell, Beardy, the way she treated you back then— it wasn’t right. Just chewed you up and spit you out, for who? Commander Jackboot? Tit. Anyone could see you’re the grander choice.” She grimaced. “If you’re into that big hairy man sorta thing.”

Thom smiled and placed his hands on Sera’s shoulders. “I appreciate the support, but you’re misremembering.” His expression darkened, recalling the worst of it. The way he pulled Thalia toward him only to push her away. Once she’d learned the truth, the rest was a scorched earth campaign to ensure she could never love someone as vile as Thom Rainier. “I never let her have a choice.”

“Well, it’s too late now, innit? No point in gouging open the painful bits, yeah? Leave it be, Beardy. She can save the world without you this time.”

Can she? Thom wasn’t so sure. And the prospect of raising his own banner, and marching on his own terms, with his own men, fighting the good fight again — what was that worth? More than the price he would pay for seeing the Lady Trevelyan-Rutherford again.

“So, will Red Jenny be there?” Thom asked casually.

Sera averted her eyes and sighed. “O’ course.”

“You realize now that you’re here, we can make the trip together.”

“Oh, hell.” Sera kicked angrily at the grout in the floor tile. “I knew this wasn’t gonna work.” She looked up at him and spoke through gritted teeth. “Just promise me. Promise me you won’t go all wrist-slitty for her again.”

He smiled sadly.

“Fuck.” Sera turned and stormed out of the room.

Thom followed, closing the door softly behind them. He had travel arrangements to make.

#blackwall #thom rainier #sera #blackwall x trevelyan #cullen x trevelyan #the love triangle that never ends #fics #dragon age inqusition #dragon age drunk writing circle #getting the band back together

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joshsbimbo · 3 months

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bento box

part one ♡ part two ♡ part four

dedicated to @luverstream

pairings: stalker! mike schmidt x victim! reader

warnings: mike’s a weirdo and a creep wth is he doing here? he doesn’t belong here, mentions of pregnancy, it gets kinda cringey at times bc i’m silly, he jacks off, idk LOL

a/n: sup ladies i hope u likey

♡ when mike came home, all he could think about was you. of course, you're all he thinks about, but he finally felt your lips on his cheek. your lips.

♡ even after jacking off in the mall bathroom, his cock stayed hard. his face flushed from not being able to stop thinking about your praise and lips. he left work early, complaining about how "sick" he felt to his boss. poor mikey, such a lovesick boy. he pathetically thrusted into the mattress, still in his uniform. excess amounts of precum leaked out of his pretty tip and went through his boxers, leaving a wet spot in his khakis.

♡ "please... hmm... such pretty lips," he whimpered into his pillow as he enjoyed the friction, flipping over to desperately trying to pull up a picture of you on your laptop. palming himself with one hand while the other tried to enter your password, tears pricking from the corner of his eyes from how painful his cock felt.

♡ as soon as he unlocked your laptop, the picture he was looking at earlier was still up. your mouth open, tongue poking out, cum in and around your mouth, your eyes half-opened, and tears trickling down your pretty cheeks. his heart skipped a beat as he came, panting heavily as he gripped his pillows. "fuck, need your lips again," he thought before getting up to clean himself.

♡ his morning was way better than usual. he happily ate his breakfast and scrolled through your laptop, instagram, tumblr... learning more about your sick, pretty head.

♡ ding!

♡ “‘her: you better bring something for him hehehe.’” his heart fluttered. could this be about him? he clicked on the notification.

you: heyyy bae, i just got back from the mall, and guess what?

her: WHATTT? :3

you: ok, ok, so i went to the mall and earrings were in my bag?!? WHICH I SWEAR I DIDNGT PUT IN THERE

her: ok...

you: STFU ANYWAYYYY!!! the alarm went off and this ASSHOLE accused me of stealing and i think he was gonna call the cops but then this CUTESTSTTS guy ever in the world saved me from him :000

i think i'm crushing.

her: did you get his number omg INDJNDJNAKJD

you: hehrheh .,DIJNDIOIK he asked for mine!!!!

her: :0000 he likes youuuuuu

you: i know and i kissed him on the cheek and he was blushing????????? today imma go to the mall again and LOOK 4 HIM he's so cute 😭

her: u better bring something for him hehehe

you: ur so right wtf do i bring

her: :00000 you should bring him food!!!

you: YESYYEYS OK ok imma make something i love u

her: i love you too, bestie <3

♡ mike got up from his seat, mouth agape... you think he's cute? he ran to the bathroom and washed his face, shaved, trying to make himself look presentable. running his fingers through his curls, putting on lip balm, brushing his teeth for an extra long time, even flossing!! his dream girl actually likes him..

♡ he took out his uniform and ironed out the wrinkles, making sure everything was amazing. he wanted to look perfect for you. he put on cologne before leaving for work.

♡ you excitedly held a bento box. inside was homemade fried rice, salad, and a cupcake. peeking around the mall, you find mike sitting at the food court. he was on his phone, checking your location and wondering why he hadn't seen you yet. he put his phone away in frustration before looking up and meeting your eyes, a blush crept on your cheek. he must think you're a creep! staring at him from afar…

♡ "hey, mikey! i was hoping to bump into you..." you shyly make your way to his table, sitting in front of him. how the fuck is he making you nervous? you've met actual scary men, and this is who's making you avoid eye contact? blushing?!?! who does this man think he is?

♡ "i didn't expect to see you so soon, y/n," mike smiled, and god was he beautiful. you were so mesmerized by how pretty he looked that you didn't notice him saying your name despite not giving it to him.

♡ "hmmm, i just wanted to say thank you for yesterday." you pushed the bento box closer to him. "i made you lunch... i'm sorry if you don't like it, i just didn't know what you liked, and i-"

♡ "thank you. genuinely," he cuts you off, practically killing you with his perfect smile. "it's my fault, i should've texted you, don't worry." his words felt so comforting to you. he knew how all the men treated you before, but he’s different. he knows everything you like, how you want to be treated, your love language, how fragile you are..

♡ he started unwrapping the bow, his heart thumping so loud, trying so hard not to shake, feeling his face warm up as he tried not to seem like a loser. the poor boy was so busy after you left, collapsing into bed as soon as he came home beforejackingofftoyou. by the time it was morning, he had no idea what to text you. ‘sorry it was a busy day’??? ‘i love you and i wish we could be together 24/7’ too creepy!

♡ "n-no!" you cough, feeling embarrassed for stuttering, "don't be sorry, you literally saved me from going to jail."

♡ “jail? probably a warning at most!” he chuckled softly. the conversation went back and forth for a while… they tried so desperately to put the blame on themselves.

♡ "ok! shut up and eat your food, mr. security man!" you teased him while smiling, and he felt like he died. he yearned for this for months, and he finally felt it. the butterflies in his stomach turning into hawks, the chance of becoming your lover becoming even more realistic.

♡ "ok, ok, ok!" he opened the box and gasped, "is this really for me?" he looked into your eyes with an appreciative smile.

♡ "yes, silly!" you giggled as you picked up his spoon, scooping some rice into his mouth excitedly. it didn’t even fully go down his throat before you asked, "do you like it?!"

♡ smiling as he swallowed, loving how eager you were to please him.. he felt so grateful for this moment. “of course i do. thank you again, seriously.” as his lunch continued, he kept offering you bites. you kept refusing but when he got to the cupcake, he split it and forced it into your hand. as you two ate, you guys talked and got to know more about each other. well, you got to know more about mike. mike already knew almost everything about you, silly!

♡ "hold on, stay still..." he wiped the side of your mouth with his thumb, taking a crumb off your face.

♡ you weren't used to this type of intimacy. usually, guys would've already tried to sneak their hand up your skirt, but he actually cared about you. he listened, showed compassion when you told him stories about your life, waited for your approval before touching you... "i could've gotten a napkin!" you squeaked as you covered your mouth in embarrassment.

♡ "so? it would've been easier for me to do it instead of you blindly cleaning your face, dummy.” his genuine smile. the crinkles beside his eyes. the shine in his white teeth. his rosy cheeks. his stubble. you felt like there was a frog in your throat, having no idea how to respond because you were in such a gaze.

♡ his smile disappeared and was replaced with a concerned look, “are you okay?”

♡ “yeah!” you eat the rest of the cupcake awkwardly, “you know, i have more at my place i made, like.. 12 of them..”

♡ “oh, really?” he smiles teasingly, knowing what’s coming next.

♡ “mhm, do you maybe.. wanna-”

♡ “yes. when?”

♡ “right now.”

♡ as you two walked out of the mall, he quickly texted his boss telling him he was sick again. there must be a virus going around... a loveeeeee virus!

♡ he shut the door and barely had time to turn back to you before you pulled him into a kiss, he moaned as he tasted your cherry flavored lip gloss. his hands held onto your waist, his stubble giving the best burn against your cheek, his tongue slipping in and tasting more of you.

♡ you led him to your bedroom, holding yourself up on your bed with your elbows as he took off his shirt, his warmth surrounding you again as he laid on you before-

♡ “wait- stop- i’m sorry..” you covered yourself with your blanket, and he moved to the edge of your bed. reminding yourself that you were pregnant… and that you actually liked mike. he wasn’t like anyone you’ve ever met.

♡ “are you okay? i’m sorry if i hurt you-”

♡ “no no, it’s not your fault, i just..” you buried your face into your hands, “i really like you. usually.. guys would get annoyed at me but you asked if i was okay! and you were so sweet to me at the mall..”

♡ “i mean this in the nicest way possible, you have the lowest standards.”

♡ “shut up!” you threw your teddy bear at him. it was so hard for you two to get comfortable with other people, but it felt so natural right now. like this wasn’t the second time you ever talked to him. he knew exactly what to say and do to make your palms sweat.

♡ “i really like you as well,” he admitted, his cheeks becoming flushed. he LOVED you, but he didn’t want to scare you off...

♡ you leaned in and kissed where the teddy bear hit, his forehead. he could smell your perfume, which made his pretty brain fuzzy. he pulled you into a hug and inhaled the scent of your shampoo, loving everything about you. his arms felt like home. his musk and cologne felt like home. he felt like home. you felt crazy even for thinking he’s so pretty from only knowing him for a day, but it’s true. you were already addicted, but he’s been addicted to you for six months already..

♡ “we can count this as our first date..” you mumbled into his arms, smiling contently as you looked up at him.

♡ “no. i’m taking you on a proper date!” he looked into your eyes. “ will.. you go on a date with me?”

♡ “yes, dummy!”

♡ when he left later in the day, you texted your best friend..

you: i think he’s the one 💗

her: huh?? wtf did i miss

♡ you tell her everything that happened.

her: that’s like the bare minimum LOL i think he’s a maybe.

you: ugh u don’t like anyone thokjdniufniue

her: and rightfully so!! all the men u date r losers…..

you: he’s a cute loser….

her: like the others, right?? 🙄

you: WHATEVER im going on that date with him <333

♡ you swiped off insta and texted mike all night, planning your date for tomorrow!!

a/n: haiii!! this is longer cuz i felt bad for part 2 being lame! gimme date ideas!

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x reader

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valiantharpoon · 1 year

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My Hollow Identity (Fiction?)

By J. (as told to V. H.)

The Interlude of J:

Hello to you, friends.

Go away. It's not ready.

You're not ready. I'm not ready.

...are they gone? ...no?

Breathe deep and pretend. It's just me and you. Or more accurately me and myself. A lens through which to view... me barking at shadows, strangers, etc. Their presence an irritation and a subtle anxiety inducing rage waiting to explode.

Breathe. Hold on to it. Let it go. Release it. Feel relieved that it's gone. Feel depressed that it just filled back up while you were calm. Realize that you are just a vessel. A shell. Husk. A bottle of power and poison. But all you need, crave, lust for is...

Opposite. Love and support. Care and attention. But even then it seems like I'm asking too much from you. Don't worry about it. I'll close the box up again. Forget I said anything. Sorry I brought it up. ...but am I? Half says one. The other says worse. Stop pretending in the mirror.

I see myself reflected. I don't know who that is anymore. It's the skin I hide within. It's the mask over the masks. I don't see anyone inside working the controls. All I see is my Hollow Identity. See what I did there? Brought in the title instead of it just being a theme. Oh. That's me deflecting again. Uncomfortable. But I can't change the subject. Hell, it's about me. Myself. The only one that rarely talks. The others just won't shut up. I don't let them. Keeps me busy and distracted. Life's sweet spot.

The dance of truth between the lines. Here is where I should tread. Not these mires of lost, warm, soft cope. I know I'm running. Falling on purpose. Hurting just to feel something. Something other than nothing or everything. These springs of emotion are not consistent. Geysers erupt ad nauseam and forceful. The public seeing either one of these is embarrassing. Even if I lean into the rage, hate, irrational fears and make entertainment out of it. I hate that. I hate that rage that serves so useful and disastrous. I hate the coldness that I feel on it's plateaus. I want nothing more than to be overwritten.

Breaking into yourself is tricky. The defensive actions are in place before you engage. The trains are offline. The stare becomes mid-range. The distance unimportant. The destination of this city in your head. That mall you wander. Those shops you browse. Those confused streets that lead everywhere but where you want. The gas-station of your dreams that is just as dirty as reality. The bricks that feel rough and red. The concrete and asphalt and dirt roads all with their scents and textures. You become familiar with the surroundings. You ignore the dozens of people floating around. Faces are pointless. Items are enigmatic. All you have is a destination to get to... but where is it and why? How much here is in there? I'm not a participant. I'm the camera minus the man...

Hollow again. The tone of empty gongs somewhere without. Or so you'd like to believe. The song of monotone is pulsing in your chest. It booms in ears and scars.

Who am I? A writer for sure. Everything else doesn't feel like the truest me. Shit. There I go. Trying to hold back tears. Not sure where they came from. Maybe I do and I'm going to ignore it for now. I'm at work and the others just drive by. Why do I have this need to bark harshly at them? Why do I criticize their every mistake? Could be from an upbringing that wasn't the best one. It tracks. Could it be from my trail of thoughts that led me up to these gallows built from my bones? Idk.

Not to mention my confused sexuality. Hey. I said not to mention that. It's private. It's a private thing about privates. Which one do you prefer? Do I have to choose now? Can we just get to know each other first? A drink maybe? A smoke? Something else to avoid this conversation? No? Fuck you. I'm sorry. Don't leave yet... We can still patch things up right? Please don't...

Stop making me feel things. I love it too much. Okay. Fine. Change of subject. Are you gay? What the fuck, dude? What the fuck do you care? How is this your business? Sorry. Why are you so defensive? You know why. Say it. No, I'm not gay. Not entirely. I love women. If they happen to have a penis, it's not a deal breaker. Why does that appeal to you? Mother nature and Mother issues. Can we please leave it there? I'll leave if you don't.

Apologies. Breathe deep. Stop arguing with yourself. It only takes over if you let it.

Squeeze me more. Let this brain juice leak to the floor. That floor so dark and abyssal. Yet solid and imaginary. Squeeze me and stroke until the ultimate clarity spurts all over my face and soul. I haven't had a sober year since junior year of highschool. That was not yesterday... So why am I still blindly wandering these halls? What secret do they hold? Must not think naked people. I'm not good at... There you go getting distracted by... ADHD. Belittling yourself because of trauma. Don't hide it anymore, bro. I'm here for you. Sure, that's what you said last time you left. What do you want from me? Idk either.

I want you. I want you to be you. I want you to be comfortable and confident. All the emotions are not going away. Just have to buy a better filter. Can use drugs for that? Technically. But not recommended. Deleterious effects and returns are abundant. Pharmacy says they have nothing for me. Check out the fancy stores. The ones with products overpriced and possibly a fad. Jump on them while they last. Supplies are limited. You're an idiot. Stop treating yourself like you know what you're doing. Liar. Internet garbage disposal that you are... Harsh. Sorry. The shadows crept in while I was focused on them. Couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity. Of course. Of life. Of... get on with it, man. Forward or something else.

You spoke of abuse. No. Yes you did. Maybe. Hard to say certain things. I know. I don't want to talk about it. Was it negative? Was it neglect? Something like that. Did she love you? I'll never ask her about it if that's where this is leading. Fuck that fucking cunt ass bitch. Easy there. Sorry. There's definitely a bit there. I'm not touching it right now. It's still on fire. Anything else? The neighbor kid. For fucks sake. No. Not him... It's not your fault. I know, right? He used you. I know. Can we please stop? You were like 9. SHUT UP!

Moving on as I seal doors and hatches behind me as I flee down the hallways that never move. Fuck that guy. It's okay dude. Sure. Whatever. Can we please get high now? No. You have to face yourself soon. I don't think I bought the right... Distracted?

Shit. Maybe another tangent will fix that.

You know you're not a real doctor. I know. I'm not a real person but I can still help you. Trust me? No. Sigh. Maybe... What's the catch? None. Liar. Bro. Sorry. You apologize a lot. Why? Comes with the territory. No choice as it seems. Bullshit. Everything has a chance and a choice. Find yours and spin. What do you think this all is about? Me? Sure. You? Definitely. Us? Yes. Why? Necessary. Ok, it's more compulsive than that. Doctor's orders.

The mall of dreams and of tangibility are often the same to me. Blank faces on stick bodies that live independent and close. My shell is made of sandpaper and razors. I can't even keep my closest friends. I'm a snarling dog biting his own leash just for show. But they don't see the show. They don't know how to watch it. Watch me. Like a freak. An adorable monster.

No matter how many layers of clothes I wear, I feel exposed. Afterwards, at all costs, I feel exhausted. Not of my own volition. Just satisfied to be done with shopping, chores, errands. Do you hate them? Objectively, no. I have no reason. No easy answers that don't come without layers of sarcasm and makeup. Then why? Fear. Fear and possible futures. I'm not ready for that yet. Sure. That's the... Liar.

So what conclusion have you come to? I'm still hollow. Angry. Sad. Frustrated. Things all in-between up and null. The points are attached and yet blood flows uncaring. I want to want to be around others. Has there been anyone? Not many. Too shy to approach. Too scary to coddle. It might not be that. That's how it resonates. Few get under my skin. Few with which to I wish I had more time. Much more.

Breathe and hold on to the doorknob. It will be okay. Will it? Maybe. Only one way to find out. Ready? No. Not yet. Don't want to be taken advantage of again. Don't want to be used like a single soft tissue. Disposable and elated. Are you still at the door? Yes. Open it. No. Why? It's not real. So? I'm not a doctor. No, you're not. So? What? Open it. What's on the other side?

Hello? You picked an awkward time to vanish. I didn't go anywhere. Sorry. Am I being needy? A little bit. You're not used to this and it's oddly satisfying. To what end? Maybe another tangent. The hillside is cresting. The sky isn't blue. Bela is dead.

You began this with an intent, right? Yeah. Why? Idk. I'm confused still. The switches and swirls dance in my brain. Thinking about that dance with her. It was a sad dance. I wasn't comfortable in that bizarre relationship. Two ships that skirt and fondle. Two ships on fire. Another ship nests in the distance. I didn't want that ship either. People that exist should be killed. Those that don't are spared. Just go away now.

You're still here aren't you? Yes. Have you run out of ammo and steam? Yes. Is it ready yet? No... but if I'm in charge it never will be so... No. You have to explain it. Don't want to. Too scary and complicated. Are you avoiding me? Of course. Comes with the curtains and the drapes.

There is no simple answer.

I'm... who knows?

Maybe another tangent.

Maybe another day.

My Hollow Identity remains loyal.

Someone reading this should...

Just go have fun and enjoy life.

I'll be there tomorrow.

Promise...

#short story #true story #lgbtq #fiction #mystery #mature

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setaflow · 3 years

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It's weird because as a band, Judah & the Lion is not my favorite and I don't really jive with their overall style, but the 2 songs I really love from them-- "Queen Songs / human." and "Family / Best is Yet To Come"-- are a pair of the most emotionally gut-punching songs I've ever heard in my life and I highly recommend giving the entire band a listen solely based on how powerful those two tracks are on their own

#Seta speaks #Judah & the Lion #I've been having a funky week and diving deeper into some of the bands I...should like more I guess #and I've already loved QS/h. but I fell deeper into the feel of F/tBiYTC #and GOD do they hit #they make me tear up on the spot idk man I'm going through the works atm

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Fun idea: Druig LOVES eating pussy and gets messy as hell with it. He’ll eat her out through her panties and tease the fuck out of her, then he takes them off and literally eats her out until she’s crying from overstimulation before he fucks her

That’s my angel.

oh 100%

that man takes his time. end of discussion.

totally went off topic! my bad <3

druig x fem!reader

dom!druig (hard dom but he has his moments <3)

sub!reader (bratty-ish)

warnings: degradation & humiliation (i am mean it’s me so that’s a given at this point..but this one is particularly degradation heavy!), orgasm delay + overstimulation, spit kink, crying (in a good way!), dacryphilia, spanking, use of restraints, pet names (mainly angel, puppy is also used!), mind control 😵‍💫, uhhh boot riding? idk how to tag that, dumbification! might be forgetting something?? idk

reblogs are very much appreciated!! :D

sorry if this sucks 🤧 i’m feeling a little off? hopefully it’s okay!!

18+ MDNI!!!!!!! no minors. fuck off plz <3

Druig. Druig. Druig pay attention to me please. Hey Druig please-

You thought over and over and over again. Knowing that he was reading your mind. He always did when you were being a brat (or as he sometimes liked to call it ‘a pain in the ass’). So he could monitor you behavior without having to give you the attention you so desperately craved, but had yet to deserve.

You'd been begging to get fucked dumb the entire day. Distracting him while he's working, being a total brat, and constantly teasing him.

But he refused to give in. No matter how turned on he was or how badly he wanted to put you in your fucking place, he was going to make you wait for it.

He finished up his work and stretched before heading to the bedroom you both shared. You were sitting there waiting for him. Your feet tucked under you and your hands resting gracefully in your lap. Looking like gods blue print for a innocent, obedient, submissive, little angle.

You smiled sweetly at him and cocked your head to the side playfully. Flashing him your puppy dog eyes, as if daring him to treat you like anything other than a good girl.

He looked you up and down before nodding approvingly and walking over to the closet. You watched confusedly as he simply went about business as though everything was normal.

He discarded his jacket, hanging it up before shutting the door and turning to face you again.

The look in his eyes was intense, almost angry.

He continued starring at you as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled them up so the fabric bunched around his forearms. He undid a few buttons at the top of his chest, allowing him a bit more freedom. He relished in the sensation and stretched his neck. Letting out a groan of satisfaction.

The noises he was making mixed with the fact that you'd been turned on all day was driving you absolutely wild. You yearned to reach out, grab him, and kiss until the two of you had no choice to fall apart. To liter his neck with kisses and bite marks. You wanted to tug on his hair so he would make those wonderful little gasps that set your heart on fire.

You shifted from your spot, flipping your legs around so they dangled from the side of the bed, preparing yourself to stand and face him.

"I'm sorry who the fuck told you you were allowed to move?"

Druig snapped at you, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"W-what?" You stammered, extremely confused.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. His harsh words and cruel behavior had you causing you to feel ashamed…and extremely turned on.

Tears threatening to fall and thighs rubbing together expectantly.

"God you really are stupid? Need me to spell it out for you baby?"

A grin beginning to tug at his upper lip. He began to undo his belt, and you waited patiently. Knowing that you were certainly about to be fucked until you forgot what language you were suppose to be speaking and the only words you could remember were "yes sir" and "Druig".

But instead on throwing his belt on the back of his desk chair like he always did. He folded it in half and stalked closer to you. His foot steps echoing loudly across the room. You hadn't realized how silent everything had been until the only things left to be heard was the rhythmic fall of Druig’s boots hitting the floor, the steady increase of your breath, and the whimpers that fell for your lips and flooded the air, filling him with excitement.

“You spent the entire day whoring yourself out. Acting like a brain dead slut, which you are by the way and I’m glad to see you’re embracing it, And now you want to pretend like you’re innocent? Angel, don’t you want to finish what you started?”

You stared at him, your eyes wide as you tried to gather your thoughts enough to muster a semi-decent reply.

He tilted his head mockingly, the look in his eyes was intense and his demeanor became darker.

“God, look at yourself. I have yet to lay a finger on you and you’re already ruined. You’re so fucking pathetic, I love it.”

Druig said, his voice had dropped a few octaves but it was clear it wasn’t a conscious decision. You just did that to him. You brought out parts of him he hadn’t even know existed.

His head was swimming with thoughts of you. His mind focused on one thing and one thing only, ruining you.

You’re brain felt fuzzy. All you could focus on was him. The sound of his voice, his intoxicating presence, you were drunk off him. Completely enamored, utterly in love with, and incredibly turned on.

All for Druig.

He made you dizzy with lust. You cocked your head to the side, mirroring him. Your current headspace leaving you slightly confused as to what he wanted you to do.

He laughed at this. He loved the way you always tried to please him, no matter what. Trying desperately to obey him even when you had no idea what he was asking for.

“Would you look at that? So obedient for me, aren’t you?”

He sighed happily as you nodded quickly, your eyes looked hazy and slightly tearful.

“You just don’t know what to do with yourself. Do you? Need me to do everything for ya huh puppy. Not a single thought in that dumb little brain of yours.”

You were itching to reach out and touch him. Images of you clinging onto him as you rut yourself against him. His thigh, his abs, his bicep, his boot- the image changed. But one thing remained the same in every frame.

You were desperate for him, and he was making you work for it.

You saw Druig’s smile and immediately realized he was reading your thoughts. Skimming through your memories as if they were the morning paper.

Well, At least now he knows what you want and he can give it to you! You thought.

“Oh puppy you really have learned nothing. You think I’m gonna go easy on you? Think I’m gonna give in and hand you everything you want on a silver platter?”

His laughter was almost cruel.

“Angel, I’m going to ruin you. Just like you’ve been begging me to. And when you get to that point where you’re crying and shaking and telling me it’s too much, I want you to remember that you’re the one who asked for this. So sit there, be good for me, and remember your fucking place.”

He walked toward you slowly as he said this. Sizing you up and playing mindlessly with the belt in his hands. Trying to decide if he should cuff you, spank you, or both.

A whimper escaped your lips as his eyes glowed gold and suddenly your minds-eye was filled with various scenarios of yourself and Druig.

…

You were tied to the bed, your wrists bound and fastened securely to the headboard. Held together with his belt, which was wrapped tightly enough to remind you of your place but not so much that it was painful. Besides your arms the rest of your body wasn’t confined in any way. Though you were naked and vulnerable especially, in the presence of Druig who was still fully clothed (minus his jack and belt).

He never liked to tie your legs down. Watching you squirm and twist around as he overstimulated you to the point of tears was one of his favorite parts. He liked knowing he could hold you down with nothing more than a few words and his own strength. No need for ropes or mind control.

However, he did like keeping your hands cuffed. It kept you from moving around too much, and reminded you that he was in charge. Plus you looked adorable crying and begging for him, knowing that you’d never be able to ‘escape’ on your own. And the feeling that accompanied observing the way you practically flew to him the second he released you was like no other.

The way you’d cling to him, whimpering and grasping onto any part of him that you could. Memorizing the feeling of his skin. Running your hands through his hair. Burying your face in the crook of his neck as you whimpered, your tears staining his shirt. As he held you and kissed every part of you until you laughed and pulled him up crashing your lips together. He could taste the salt of your tears and you could still taste yourself on his lips.

…

You gasped and blinked rapidly as you were thrown back into reality.

He was closer now, his eyes still shimmering slightly with gold.

You shifted nervously under his gaze. Your skin rubbing against the cold wood beneath you. Wait, wood? How did you need up here?

You were on the floor, looking rather disheveled and pathetic. Your eyes were filled with tears that had yet to fall, and your thighs were covered in your own arousal (which was now dripping onto the floor beneath you, an act that Druig would have a little too much fun with when discovered).

You stared up at him. Confused, and desperate.

He was leaning against a small wooden desk, standing directly across from you. His legs were crossed nonchalantly, the heel of his boots digging into the floor as he rested the majority of his body weight back upon the little table. He was twisting the belt in his hands knowingly. With a raised eyebrow and a smile that never wavered he looked you in the eye and said:

“You liked that didn’t you? You want it right now angel?”

Your face screwed up in confusion, there was no way in hell he was going to make it this easy. But still, he stayed calm. Eerily calm. He had yet to break eye contact.

“Well? Speak up puppy. Use your big girl words and ask for what you want. Or are you too stupid to remember manners?”

He scoffed and tilted his chin upwards slightly. He looked (and felt) like your superior, he was.

Well here goes nothing!

“I want you to-”

He sighed loudly, cutting you off.

“Wrong! I know I say this a lot but jesus, you really are just my little fuck toy. Nothing else. It’s all you’re good for really. Can’t even beg properly. You know what happens when you don’t listen to me angel. Wanna see another scenario? You might not like this one that much, but I’m gonna fucking love it. Ya never no though, you always have been my little whore.”

“No wait! Please just touch me, or…or fuck me! Please Druig! Sir I need you-”

“Bit too late for that, aye princess?”

“Dru-” But you were cut off.

His eyes flashed gold again and suddenly you were transported into to another scenario.

…

The smooth texture of the wooden desk felt cool and grounding against your face. The feeling of leather snapped against your skin, leaving marks in its wake. You were bent over his desk, the papers around you mixed together haphazardly and threatening to the slip off the side and on to the floor below you.

You gasped and whimpered as he spanked you with his belt. Hard enough to leave bruises. Pain so sweet it was pleasurable.

You could feel the stinging pain as he brought his hand down again. You could taste the salt of your tears that had run down your cheeks and onto your lips. You could hear his voice and the words it carried, a wonderful mixture of praise and humiliation.

“20.”

Druig said as he brought the leather belt down one last time. Leaving you shaking with relief, though a twisted part of you still craved more.

He could sense this, your mind always was so easy for him to read. Especially when you were in this type of headspace. All floaty, without a thought in the world except him. Druig, your Druig. Your mind was practically inviting him to invade your subconscious.

Which was currently trying very hard to suppress the fact that you wanted more.

‘cute’ He thought to himself.

And brought his hand down one last time, though he did so quiet softly. Leaning over you, your body bent over the desk, he brought his face next to yours. And after gently brushing a strand of hair out of the way, whispered:

“You think so fucking loudly. I know what you want angel, I know you want more. But you’ve gotten enough of those for tonight pretty girl.”

Druig knew your limits, even the ones you tried to pretend didn’t apply to you. But he wasn’t done with you yet.

He pulled up up and twisted you around. You were sitting on the edge of his desk now, one of his legs slotted in between yours. He looked at you for a few moments, letting his gaze examine every inch of your skin. He smiled softly before kissing you passionately. You immediately deepened the kiss and after a few moment of calculated self control you threw caution to the wind and began grinding yourself against his thigh.

He pulled away and looked down at you. You were too far gone. Despite being disconnected from the kiss your hips continued to rut against his thigh. Chasing pleasure so close you could almost taste it. Tears fell down your cheeks and moans flooded the air. He cupped your face in his hand, stroking your cheek lovingly.

Then his eyes began to glow golden. And before you knew it you were pushed to the ground. Druig’s hand wrapped tightly around a portions of your hair as you stared up at him. Mouth opened wide obediently. You felt distantly aware of the fact that your hips had yet to stop moving despite not being on his thigh anymore. You were grinding against his boot, desperately praying for your orgasm to arrive soon.

You truly were a sight for sore eyes. Druig thought to himself as took you in.

Your eyes were blood shot, cheeks tear stained, lips red and swollen from bite marks and stolen kisses.

One hand was wrapped firmly around his thigh, grounding you as you rutted desperately against his boot. The other arm reached up, holding onto his hand tightly. A reminder that no matter how real the things he says i’m scenes like these sound, you’re always his beautiful perfect girl. And he wouldn’t trade you for anything in the entire universe.

Druig tugged your hair back, though his intense gaze was what caused you to halt your movements not the pain.

“I love you angel.” He whispered.

“I love you Druig.” You whispered back.

He stroked your cheek affectionately before moving his hand around and pushing his thumb past your lips. He raised an eyebrow expectantly and you opened your mouth wider.

He bent down and spit in your mouth. You swallowed it eagerly, causing him to smile widely.

“Atta girl.”

…

“So which ones it gonna be puppy?”

He smiles at your answer.

Letting his serious façade slip slightly in the process. Looking at you with pure adoration.

“Atta girl.”

He tilted his head down briefly and gave you a look that asked ‘are you okay? can we keep going?’.

You smiled and eagerly nodded. He winked at you and blew you a kiss. But just a soon as the glimpse of affection crossed his faces it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He slipped effortlessly back into an intense expression. His eyes darkening as he re-adjusted himself into his former position. His change in demeanor immediately caused you to squirm, you could practically feel the dominance rolling off him. And you became hyper aware of the belt. An observation which Druig quickly picked up on.

He let out a cold laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. You watched as he extended his right hand (the one not currently holding the belt menacingly) and beckoned your forward.

It took you a moment to register. Which annoyed Druig slightly and he demonstrated this by snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor in front of him. Ordering you to come closer.

You quickly scrambled in an attempt to stand up and walk towards him. An action that was met with a scoff of disapproval. Before you knew it Druig’s eyes were flowing gold again and you felt yourself stumble and fall back to the floor. You mindlessly situated yourself into the position you’d been in previously.

You let out a whine of confusion and desperation. The tears that had been gathering steadily on your bottom lashes taking this an open invitation to fall down your cheeks. Leaving you crying and whimpering.

You just wanted to be good for him.

He laughed again, earnestly this time, when he saw how fucked out and pathetic you looked. He had yet to lay a finger on you and yet you were dripping for him.

“You wanna try that again?”

Huh? Again?

Your confusion must have been evident as he simply raised an eye brow and gestured to the space in front of him.

Oh?

Oh.

He smiled, when he saw the look on your face. A clear indication to the fact that you did indeed understand what he was talking about.

“Good to see there are still a few brain cells left in that dumb little head of yours.”

He sighed happily and tilted his head, mock-lovingly.

“Now crawl.”

…

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toonblabbers · 3 years

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Balls to the Walls Random Headcanons

A/N: Just trying to flex and expand my writing with other characters: Ace Edition - Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Aran, Hoshiumi, Asahi, Yamamoto and Sakusa!

I didn’t write about my big sexy himbo Bokuto because my blog is like almost 90% him

This contains some mentions to smut so hey: minors DNI! Thanks!

Ushijima:

Service top with a dash of Dom. Got a big cock but he doesn’t know what to do with it so please help him out.

Had one (1) partner before you and they told him he can be too rough so now he’s the literal definition of Gentle Giant. Again tell him what to do and how you like it

He on the other hand…Well he’s got a hard body from years of strength and endurance training. He has very specific spots where he’s super sensitive, but he’s easily embarrassed about them

One spot is right behind his earlobe. Sit in his lap, pinch his ear and gently rub it between your fingers. The sight of Ushi’s eyes fluttering closed as his breathing picks up is truly a sight to behold

Another spot is his wrist; stare him in the eyes and kiss his wrist before a match to have his knees quake a little and shorts feel a little tighter

Actually loves to discover new kinks with you. He finds it more romantic than having a quiet dinner with you in an expensive restaurant

Can be a big ole needy baby during the off season of volleyball. Tugging on your shirt when you leave the bed, follows you into the bathroom, stands behind you in the kitchen or when you’re doing laundry. He’s not vocal with his words but more with his body

Don’t tease him though; it’s still a very new feeling for him to express

Iwaizumi

Hates fighting with you but loves to pull you close and soothe you with a hot kiss

Has big Dom Daddy energy, but there are a few ways to make him start to crumble under you touch

If you use any piece of clothing to pull him in closer to you like his collar, his tie when he wears one, or his belt. Lean in like your gonna kiss him, stare at his lips then his eyes and then just walk away like nothing happened. You bet your sweet ass he’s gonna follow you to get that kiss

Another way that he refuses to admit he likes: play with his nipples. He’s got some fairly big and dark nipples compared to his friends and they get hard easily. Brush your fingers over them when you lean in to kiss and he’s got diamonds poking through his polo shirt

One way that he will admit is ass play. Now he’s not ready to full on take a cock in his ass, but things like your fingers, anal beads, or a vibrator? Makes him practically cum on the spot

Loves it when you get rough on him. Not like in a “I’m gonna slap you” kind of way but in the “grab him by the hair and demand he fucks you properly when he’s taking it too slow” kind of way

His cock pulsing hard inside of you and his eyes dilating is a dead giveaway of how much he loves it

Aran

Admittedly, he doesn’t have a monster dong (sorry not sorry, not all fucking black guys have a big cock so stop fetishing it thanks – from a black woman) but it does have a nice curve to it

He’s a disgusting romantic so full on he will bust out the candles, the rose petals, and the silk robe waiting on the bed for you. He saw it in a movie once as a kid and wanted to try it ever since

He so cute though because since he is a big romantic, he’s always cooking you breakfast and singing a little song in the morning for you. He even does a little dance while carrying the tray off food just to see you smile in the morning

He’s also such a soft Dom dude. Admittedly a little scared to try an bottom for you but man does he make you feel loved when he’s in between your legs

Loves to hold your hands or hold you close when he cums. Wants you to feel how his whole body shudders because of how good you make him feel

Big ole cuddle bug so it’s best to have some towels and water bottles by the bed cause neither of you are moving unless he says so

He’s a man a of quality and not quantity, so yeah you guys only go one round of sex cause he’s bone tired after he cums. That doesn’t mean he can’t make you cum multiple times though

Hoshiumi

A short King. We stan (I’m 5’9 so he’s short to me)

He is a meeeeessy boi dude like if ya’ll in a hurry to fuck, he’ll quickly slobber all over you and use as much spit as he needs to slide home. Loves how tight you are, but he’s careful enough to make sure it doesn’t hurt you…..too much

Loves. To. Fuck. You. Both. Dumb.

Did you just cum? Well he’s not stopping until he cums. Did he just cum? Well he’s not stopping until you cum. Wants to keep it equal

Please sit on his face. He loves it. And if you play with his balls like rolling them in your hands and squeezing them? He’s whining and panting while eating you out like a mad man

He adores it when you play with his hair when you’re cuddling. Just don’t be surprised if he starts humping against you. It just feels so good

He’s very competitive so god help you if you’re with his friends and they start talking about their sex stories.

If there’s a friend there (Hinata) that talks about the kind of kinks they do with their partner and it’s something you guys haven’t tried before? Guess what’s on the list tonight

Asahi

God just hold him. He needs it. Another one that's is a great service top for someone who loves to lead from the bottom (me @ me)

Not the biggest set in the world but he's got passion so sex is almost always soft and sweet

He's still hot in his own ways like the way his deep grunts start to turn into softest and sweetest moans

Or the way he stares at you; eyes swirling between lust and loves with tears threatening to spill

Please don't be mean to him unless he asks. It's evident that he holds a lot of insecurities and he's trying his best for you. Love and dote on him because his aftercare is top tier

Even if you guys don't do anything special or crazy. Just some straight vanilla sex, he always makes sure that you're comfortable before you go to bed

Also he helps you establish a nightly routine with him so what's not to love about that?

Yamamoto

SIMP ALERT. Be ready for one of the LOUDEST simps out there.

I'm talking a bigger simp than all the setters for Hinata or all the captains for Daichi

You can fit so much passion and respecting people juice into this boy right here

I don't see him being a wild boy but if you're into it then so is he. Want him to spank you? He's gonna ask how hard baby.

However if you want to do something that he seems a bit hesitant on, he’s gonna try to be overconfident with everything. Make sure you talk to him and make sure you have a solid agreement with with him. Communication is key with him!

He's a little sloppy and lazy with his aftercare but you know what, it's always fun with him

I don't know much about him but he gives off that vibe of a man that runs on pure fiery passion and motivation. Like if he’s feeling like loving on you tonight? Be ready to not do a damn thing cause youre gonna be his precious pillow gem (idk if there's a gn term for ‘pillow princess’)

Sakusa

Ooof. Where do I begin with this beautiful man. Pretty body with a pretty cock to match for starts

He’s sexy man but he has these cute little moles all over his body. He personally doesn’t like them but please kiss each one even the one on his butt. He may not voice it but he loves it so much

He will gladly do the same for you; kissing you every part of your body that you may not like about yourself.

Doesn’t have a high sex drive, but when he’s in the mood, damn you better clear your plans. He believes in both quantity AND quality so you will be thoroughly fucked out when he’s done with you

I see him as the kind of dom that goes for the kind of pleasure that benefits you both. Not a selfish lover but also not an absolute giver like the others

Yeah there are nights where he wants to treat you but others nights he’s gonna make you work for it

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