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i feel i should preface this with saying that this relationship analysis "takes place" before qcellbit's emotional exhaustion and motivation crash---
---but i have been having SUCH crazy thoughts abt the archivists (qcellbit n qphilza). guy who needs evidence of Everything 🤝 guy who takes pictures of and hoards Everything. two-cars-passing-each-other meme whenever cellbit (practically nocturnal at this point) makes a late-night run to the Ordo to grab some notes he left there and bumps into phil (trouble sleeping ever since the birdhouse incident) who's sitting in one of the evidence rooms organizing a new backpack of photos to hand over to cellbit.
"oh. hey phil." "hi mate."
their conversations and interactions center mostly around cellbit's investigations---the ones cellbit lets the public know about, anyway---and whatever new info phil managed to scoop up since the last time they saw each other. theories are exchanged, and photos are passed between them as easily as pleasantries. "how're you doing?" "oh, doin' alright, doin' alright. you?" "eh. busy, you know?"
they don't talk about much else.
see, they both understand secrets. intimately. things you did you would much rather leave behind you, if you can, or thoughts, worries, doubts you would much rather keep to yourself for fear of speaking them into existence. sealed lips; a tight lid. they look at each other and know they're only seeing what the other wants them to see, but that's okay. they get it. sometimes, it's just easier to focus on what is directly in front of you. what you can see, what you can touch; what you know is true, what you know is real.
what you can do.
so cellbit generates and bounces his theories off of phil, and phil is more than happy to be a sounding board. phil fills up a backpack with photographs, and cellbit is more than happy to take it off his hands. they focus on The Work, on the spiderweb of red string and loose ends and grainy pictures and scrawled notes pinned to the wall, madness-incarnate sprawled out before them. they trust each other's judgement, and they trust each other's skills, and they trust each other, and neither asks too many questions. they both appreciate it.
#like seriously most of their conversations thus far have been about everything and everyone BESIDES themselves.#and that!! makes for such an interesting relationship!! bc they trust each other despite it!!#btw i rly tried to format this so that the concepts/ideas touched on this relationship study usually came in pairs-#-the first of each pair being mostly and cellbit and the second being mostly about phil-#-with the exception of the bolded sentence which is supposed to have different meanings depending on whose perspective-#-you read it from. idk i had a lot of fun formatting this. me when parallels me when mirror images <33#dont mind me im just rambling#qsmp philza#qsmp cellbit#q!philza#q!cellbit#also phil acting as cellbit's rubber duck is so important to me actually.#shout out to every friend of mine who has put up with my wall of texts abt an au or writing idea or incoherent mess of disjointed thoughts.#shout out to every friend of mine who's been there hanging out or on call with me as i lose my mind on a problem im whiteboarding.#u keep me sane and u help me more than u know. ily.#archivists#archivist duo
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i'm so obsessed right now with what the dynamic must have been between caleb and essek for the six months between cognouza and now
their interactions had all been with the m9 or with the m9 nearby, and i think being truly alone for the first time would change things a bit. there's nobody to interrupt them in the middle of a moment, but also, there's nobody to interrupt them if things got too overwhelming. no group to fall back to to cool off.
i think there was a lot of tension, at first just awkwardness as they tried to adapt their dynamic to the new circumstances. and nervous tension as they talk and learn more about each other, both afraid of accidentally crossing any unknown boundaries or bringing up a painful topic.
they would exchange spellbooks, nerves firing as they each try to acclimate to this level of intimacy
and it slowly gets easier and more comfortable and the tension transitions into wanting and yearning. the awareness that they both wanted more, and that they were both fucking terrified of that. hearts pounding as their casual touches stop feeling quite so casual. hands lingering longer. there's no reason for them not to go for it, but there's also all the reason in the world. so it goes unspoken, the elephant in the room.
to me this is why he didn't contact essek. things had changed between them in a way that the others would absolutely pick up on. and the m9 aren't exactly subtle. questions would be asked that caleb and essek weren't ready to answer. it was best to keep things between themselves for now.
#thank you for coming to my ted talk#i think that we'll see essek at the end of the next episode and we'll see them start making plans to go to aeor#i have so many more thoughts but they're mostly just an incoherent mess of emotions#shadowgast#essek thelyss#caleb widogast#cr campaign 2#cr spoilers#critical role spoilers#[placeholder original content tag]
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peter teaching derek to control the shift via anger really did fuck him for years huh
i'll come back and finish this later, preferably after doing a closer rewatch of tw but cliffnotes version is that when derek loses his powers in s4, i think part of it has to do with the fact he connected back to his 'origins' which is literally him right before peter teaches him how to use anger to control the shift, and that brief connection to his younger, less traumatized self kinda loosened that bit of anger he's kept inside him all this time.
also derek's hair-trigger temper in s1 - which admittedly has more to do with trauma and paranoia-induced hyper-vigilance (ooh wait s1!derek/s5!stiles comparison-) makes even more sense if you consider that he's been connecting to his anger and using it as a control since he was in high school
#peter hale#derek hale#teen wolf#i need to do a better rewatch to write an essay about this#but#to finish later#stiles stilinski#but only because i kinda wanna go back and actually do that comparison about their paranoia and temper and how they deal/don't deal with it#and how the show treats them for it -bad lol they get wrecked#teen wolf meta#well its not yet#because its currently an incoherent mess but if i save it to my drafts it might as well be lost for eternity because my drafts are mostly#unfinished works that have been haunting me for years#so instead im just posting it now and will fix it up at an indetermined date after i rewatch teen wolf#which wont happen anytime soon because ive still got 30+ anime to watch
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when do we get to see megumi in your new series ^3^
𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ! [toji fushiguro]
synopsis: “you really are your mother’s son,” toji grumbles to megumi as the little brat yet again refuses another kiss from him.
pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader | art: @/amulin67 on twt/ig | hidden inventory: the lost tapes series masterlist
warnings: n/a | a/n: finally welcoming megumi to this series, yay! 💓💞
“I’m just gonna go nap for a bit. Promise me you’ll wake me up if something happens. But either way, his bottle is over there, just heat it up when he gets hungry and you know where his diapers are—“
You are interrupted by a sweet kiss that still manages to catch you off guard ‘till this day.
“I wasn’t done, you know.” You place your hands on your hips, shooting him a warning glance. “And don’t you go tossing him too high. Need I remind you, our apartment has a literal ceiling fan—“
“—You worry too much,” Toji cuts you off again with another kiss. “Not gonna lie though, seeing you all worked up like that is kinda turning me on.”
“You’re horrible,” you conclude. Honestly, at this point, almost anything and everything you do can be classified as a thirst trap for Toji. You blush when Toji inches closer, his hips pressed against yours, a smirk plastered on his face when he sneakily squeezes your ass causing you to yelp. “Ah! Toji!” you swat his hand away, burying your blushing face in his chest.
Chuckling at you, he plants a soft kiss on your temple as he pulls away. “Alright, mama, go get some rest. I’ll hold down the fort.”
“Thank you.”
No one ever told you that motherhood would be so stressful. Which is why you’re so blessed to have a supportive husband who may have started out a little awkward with caring for your newborn son but gradually became a natural with this whole fatherhood business as time went by. And that’s mostly because when Megumi arrived in this world at half past two in the afternoon of December 22 with nothing more but a small hiccup as he slipped into his papa’s waiting arms, Toji fell in love. And you don’t pretend to not know why. Because whenever you look at Megumi, your heart always just seems to melt at his pudgy rose-colored cheeks and his deep expressive green eyes that fill up with tears regardless if he’s crying or being overcome by a laughing fit whenever you pepper his tiny face with kisses.
Speaking of kisses, today’s latest fiasco is centered exactly on that: kisses.
You see, you have this habit that goes way back to when you and Toji first started dating. Toji remembers it well, you have certain moods when it comes to kisses. Sometimes, you’re the one initiating it which mostly results in Toji becoming an incoherent blushing mess, or most times, Toji gets the party started by slowly kissing up your neck, his breath hot on your earlobe as he presses his hips against yours while you slept fitfully, your hushed dulcet whines ringing in his ear as your lips instinctively find each other. Fun fact: that’s exactly how Megumi came to be.
But there are times too, when you were just not having it and you’d gently nudge Toji’s face away when he tries to kiss you.
It was a typical afternoon. Toji didn’t have work that day which was a huge relief for him because you’ve been suffering from dizziness and lower back pain all day. And being the helicopter partner and soon-to-be papa that he is, Toji keeps a close eye on you as you nap the afternoon away on the couch. He smiles softly as he sees you instinctively put a protective hand over your belly whenever you’d feel the slightest movements from the baby.
“Shhh, you’re alright,” he’d whisper to you as you slept, combing his fingers through your hair, a permanent worried frown on his face when a whimper falling from your pursed lips as the baby kicks you again. “It’s just the overgrown parasite fidgeting around.”
“Don’t call him that.” You brush his hand away, your eyebrows knitting in discomfort.
Toji chuckles, going to press a kiss to your soft lips only for you to place your entire palm on his face, applying gentle force to pry him away. “I mean, what is he then? Other than this thing that competes for your nutrients? He’s—“
“—Our baby boy.”
“—An overgrown parasite.”
Fuming at his words, you decide to hit back with a quick retort of your own. “Yeah? It really does take one to know one, huh?”
“What a cute comeback but maybe not as cute as you,” Toji smirks, his hand gently removing your smaller one from his face, his lips puckered up as he leans in. Teasingly, you place a hand over your lips, still refusing to indulge him with his much-craved kisses. “Come on, I just want one sloppy one~”
“No!” Your laughter-filled voice comes out muffled against your palm.
“Mm, yes,” Toji teases. “Yes. Come on, baby, just one.”
“You and I both know it’s never just one.”
Of course. Why else would you be in this situation if Toji knew how to spell the words: self and control? Still, it’s not like the two of you were complaining. After all, the bond you and Toji share is an unbreakable one that’s only been strengthened by time and the many trials you’ve survived together. And now, the arrival of the very product of your love is only a hair’s breath away. Toji rests his chin on top of your head, plopping down next to you and spooning you from behind. “Guilty as charged.”
And unfortunately, it seemed your son had inherited that troublesome quirk of yours and it’s beginning to break Toji’s infuriated heart because whenever he tries to give Megumi a kiss…
“Mmph—“
There it was.
Toji’s eyes shot open, grimacing as Megumi turns his head away, his eyes trained stubbornly on his dog plushie, and his chubby hands pushing his poor papa’s chin away with all the might a six-month-old like him could muster. And to top things off, he must be imagining things because newborns surely couldn’t scowl right? Their tiny little brains couldn’t possibly have enough electrical energy to charge a snow globe much less, learn how to hate certain people’s kisses.
“You little shit—“
Sure enough, the tiny little baby seems gravely unamused, his eyebrows are knitted, the corner of his lips curled into a disappointed frown as if to say: Go kiss someone else, you even bigger shit.
Toji mirrors the unfriendly scowl on his son’s face, noting how Megumi seems to be glaring at him. Oh, okay. The brat ain’t messing around, his eyes twitches but somehow, Toji is also a picture of a proud father. At least the little shit’s got spunk. And he wonders momentarily who he should blame for that.
Definitely not him, that’s for sure.
Toji doesn’t recall the last time he’s ever had the comforts of a peace like this one. Actually, this might just be the first time that Toji knew what that word meant: “peace”. A freedom from disturbance; tranquility, as per the Merriam Webster Dictionary. But Toji has a better definition for peace: you and Megumi.
But…
“I meant what I said to your mother though,” Toji engages in a one-way conversation with his son. He won’t recall any of this, but it didn’t hurt for Toji to be candid about his feelings every now and then especially when it came to this little one that came accidentally into your lives but brightened it up nonetheless. “The two of you would be better off — maybe even happier — with someone else.” He presses his thumb against Megumi’s cheek. “It’s what you two deserve.”
He’s been gone close to a whole day now and you were probably beginning to worry. Out of all the shitty things Toji has done, this, by far, has to be the shittiest. Standing outside a pachinko den, his back pressed against the wall, and his hand absentmindedly playing with the tokens he just bought. When he left the apartment that day, you knew that could very well be the last time you ever see him. Types like him aren’t keen on the whole picket fence idea of settling down.
“I’m heading out today.”
Your blood runs cold when Toji steps into the kitchen to inform you of his plans. You don’t even bother to look at him, your gaze simply settled on the positive pregnancy test on the table. The right thing to do was to stay, he should have held you in his arms and tell you that everything’s going to be okay not plant seeds of doubt in your mind by taking off and running away like a coward.
But for once, Toji was scared.
He had no business becoming a father when he’s lived in a dysfunctional household for majority of his life. What good would he even impart to his child? His pathetic existence has been a picture of disorder that was only recently resolved when you came into the picture. Well, if he were being completely honest, he still hasn’t figured things out quite as well yet. And as a father, that could be catastrophic for a child that required stability if nothing else.
Frowning, Toji leaves the pachinko den, chucking the tokens in the trash. It was far too early in the day to be hanging around shady places like these anyway. He wanders the streets for a good while, his hands buried in his jacket’s pockets as his mind swirls with thoughts about the all too terrifying future.
A pang of guilt strikes his heart and he wonders what you’re doing now. You must still be in the kitchen, your face buried in your hands as you try to think of something. You were probably assuming he wasn’t coming back. After all, you did say: “I don’t wanna pressure you into staying, Toji. You deserve to live your life the way you want it.”
A life without you? Sounds pretty miserable.
Toji must have been walking on autopilot because for some reason, he unknowingly finds himself in front of a bank. Mizuho Bank, Toji reads the sign, his eyes flicking over to one of the posters plastered on the window about opening a savings account.
He looks at the promotional material, transfixed at the picture of a family of four donning on those typical wide stupid grins in ads, the father is holding a hundred yen bill and is seen dropping it into a piggy bank that was filled with both cash and words like: health insurance, family vacation, utility bills, rent, tax, school, and…happiness.
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Toji returns to the apartment at around eight in the evening after making a quick stop at the supermarket and the pharmacy. He finds you asleep on the couch, your cheeks stained with dry tears. He crouches on the edge of the couch, worriedly taking in your appearance. You’ve been crying. “Hey…hey, wake up,” he gently shakes you awake and your tired eyes flutter open. “Got you something.”
He holds out a shopping bag, chock full of fresh produce, and from the pharmacy, some camphor oil to relieve your symptoms and those folate supplements the attending pharmacist kept yapping about.
“You didn’t leave,” you said, bewildered. “I thought you—“
“—You thought wrong,” Toji says firmly. He pulls out something from his back pocket and you stare at him, perplexed.
“A bank passbook?” You open it to see that Toji had just made his first deposit amounting to fifty thousand yen earlier today. “You opened a savings account?”
Toji nods, looking a little proud of himself. “Yeah,” he tries to play it off with a shrug of his shoulders. “Every week, we’ll be depositing fifteen thousand yen in that thing. Ten thousand for your maternity needs, and five for the little brat’s schooling one day.”
Tears spring to your eyes upon realizing that Toji was here to stay. “You mean you’re—?” You are cut off by a warm kiss on your lips, and you place a hand over Toji’s chest, your fingertips gripping the fabric of his shirt as his lips move against yours. He pulls away after a while.
“Gonna spite the hell out of the Zenin clan and send my brat to the most expensive preschool in Tokyo? Yes, I am.”
Toji sighs, his thumb rubbing across Megumi’s chubby cheek. “But maybe — just maybe — hear me out and don’t you give me another glare.” Megumi’s not gonna remember any of this. After all, memories begin when the brain can fully register speech. But Toji felt the need to say this so, subconsciously, his son will understand just how much he’s done and he’s willing to do for the both of you.
“…Maybe I deserve the two of you too, you know.”
Megumi looks up at his father, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. Toji sticks his tongue out at the little one causing the latter to…hiccup? Nah, Toji was sure that was a giggle.
Smirking, Toji leans down to give his son a kiss, thinking he’s patched things up between them now only for Megumi to curl up again, his feet and hands resisting against Toji, his lip downturned in effort as he pushes him away yet again. Conceding, Toji grumbles, rubbing the spot where Megumi roughly pushed him away.
“You really are your mother’s son.”
#—𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨 🍓#toji fushiguro x reader#toji headcanons#toji imagine#jjk toji#toji x reader#toji x y/n#dilf toji#toji x you#toji fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji zenin#jujutsu toji#jujustu kaisen#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#toji fushiguro x y/n#toji fushiguro x you#toji fluff#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x you#toji zenin x you#toji zenin x reader#dilf toji zenin#dad!toji#megumi fushiguro#jjk drabbles#toji zenin x y/n fluff
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18+ minors dni
warnings: overstimulation (shocker)
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for someone of his size and strength, jason todd gets pussydrunk so easily. what starts as him generously preparing you to take his huge cock quickly devolves into a feast for him—and torture for you—as he pins you to the bed with one arm and makes a mess of devouring your cunt, the thought of fucking you long lost in his mind.
your eyes water as his plump lips suck at your overworked clit while his free hand fucks you slowly, his large fingers coated in your slick as they slide back into you. you’re incoherent as you try to wriggle away from him, the ache of another unbearable orgasm forming in the pit of your belly. you buck your hips against his face, trying to delay the inevitable as he curls his fingers inside you.
undeterred by your squirming, jason puts more of his weight on you as he buries his face deeper in your cunt. his chin is glazed with your arousal and his saliva, and his dark lashes rest on his cheeks as he releases your clit with a lewd pop. he flattens his tongue and drags it up your folds, letting out a gravelly moan against your pussy at the way you taste. you can’t help the heat that spreads over your cheeks at the obscene display he’s putting on, but you find yourself unable to look away.
he withdraws his fingers from your entrance and uses them to spread you apart, pulling back from you so he can admire the glossy mess as you clench involuntarily at the loss of contact. embarrassment has you trying to clasp your legs shut, but he easily blocks you with his arms. “so fuckin’ pretty, ma,” he mumbles, mostly to himself as he uses his thumb to smear your slick all over your sex, transfixed by the sight. “all mine, hm? all fuckin’ mine.”
you cry out as he latches back onto your clit, sucking hungrily while his hands keep you in place. you knot your fingers into his hair as your spine raises off the bed with the force of another overwhelming orgasm that has your thighs trembling around his head and your pussy gushing onto his tongue again, which he accepts with another moan. you can feel his smile against you as you breathe shakily, letting your legs collapse onto his shoulders.
“jay,” you whine suddenly, feeling him trail his lips along your inner thigh. “I can’t—”
“c’mon, princess,” he coos sweetly, grazing his thumb over your slit lightly. “just gimme one more, hm?”
#realised I’ve never written a jason giving head drabble??#so here u go#finally#jason todd as the kitty killer he is#let us rejoice#jason todd#jason todd smut#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#red hood#red hood smut#red hood x reader#red hood x you#dc comics#batfam#batman#fem reader
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the more i read through the early dmbj books with the hindsight of things that are unveiled as far down the line as queen's banquet the more i'm floored by the sheer amount of details that have been there from the start explaining and tying everything together so seamlessly
w h a t
#literally baffled#not that i didn't expect this#but it's an insane level of committment to detail in worldbuilding and plot build up god damn#i think the problem here is mostly that none of it explivitly connected in the narrative#as in wu xie never goes 'ah yes i remember A from that time ofc it equals B!'#it's up to the reader to pick up on the parallels through inference#and when a story is as long and complex as dmbj is it's easy to skim over itty bitty details as irrelevant plot fodder#and it's only when you stop to pay attention#especially in hindsight#that you realize the connections DO exist and there are heaps of them tying everything with intricate little invisible wires#they do say hindsight is 50/50 tbf#but also not to be controversial#but the next time i see someone say dmbj is full of plot holes and is an incoherent mess is gonna make me screech into the void#please can we stop parroting this narrative 😭#especially when a solid majority of the people doing the parroting have never touched the books and are operating on heresay#if you're gonna perpetuate an opinion at least read them to have your own 😭#and tbh this makes me feel like dmbj is really a story that's gonna deserve a whole close re-reading once it's truly over#to pick up on everything bc there's definitely gonna be a bunch of things i missed#you know it's good when a story needs multiple read throughs#aaand this accidentally turned into a rant#again 😭#rant#dmbj#dmbj novels
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" not so fast, patient zero "
pairing : wen junhui x gn!reader
a nauseating amount of fluff
warnings : jun is sick, but that's abt it
word count : 1.2 k
requested ? yes
a/n : i'm of the opinion that jun gets (at minimum) 93% cuter when he's sick.
"Alright, where is he?" You sigh, scanning the brightly lit dance room for any sign of your boyfriend, frowning when you come up empty-handed. Seungcheol peels himself from the floor, sweaty and winded.
"He's down the hall, I'll show you." the leader says before calling back to the rest of his members. "Once I'm back, we'll start again from the second verse, so rest up and be ready." All he gets in return is a chorus of groans.
You say your goodbyes and quickly follow Seungcheol down the hall, just a few doors down. "Sorry to call you all the way over here," he whispers, stopping just before he opens the door. "We tried to get him to let staff take him home, but he insisted we call you."
You shrug, "S'okay, I wasn't doing much anyways."
Seungcheol nods and carefully peers inside before letting out a snort. "I think he's still passed out."
Sure enough, there's Jun, tucked into a corner on the floor, despite the perfectly good couch available, with his knees pulled all the way up to his chest. He sits beneath a mound of jackets, presumably belonging to the other members, eyes half-lidded and lips parted. You can not fathom how he could possibly be comfortable with how his head lolls to the side. If he weren't obviously sick, skin pale, and heavy bags under his eyes, you'd take a picture for future blackmail.
"You gonna need help getting him to your car?"
"If you could."
Seungcehol nods, "Yeah, not a problem, it'll give the guys a bit more of a break."
You quietly tiptoe over to the bundle that is your boyfriend and crouch down. "Jun, baby," you call. He mumbles something incoherent, shifting beneath his cocoon.
"Jun, come on baby, it's time to go home," you coo, reaching out to cup his jaw, his skin clammy and feverish. He lets out a pitiful hum, barely regaining consciousness as he tries to blink himself awake.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah, I'm here, sorry it took me so long."
"S'fine," he mumbles, making you smile. It's hard to be mad about your day off being interrupted when sick Jun is this adorable, red nose, puffy eyes, and all.
"You ready to go home?" Seungcheol's deep voice resonates behind you. He's already stepping around the mess of winter jackets and vests, hovering over the two of you with his hands on his hips.
"Yes, please." You think he tries to nod but just ends up bumping his head against the wall behind him. His face scrunches up at the contact, though you will say, he looks a lot more awake now.
"Alright, up you go," Seungcheol grabs Jun's wrists, pulling him to stand, albeit wobbly, on his feet. The jackets crumple to a sad pile on the floor, getting trampled as Seungcheol leads Jun to the door, arm hooked under his armpit to keep him upright. You're not sure you've ever seen Jun this sick, not even when he got the stomach bug and spent three days hunched over your toilet. It makes you worry, and not even the sweet smile Jun musters up as he thanks you for coming reassures you.
All in all, it takes about five minutes to walk Jun down to your car, and another fifteen for you to drive. Which should have only been ten, but you had to slow down tremendously when Jun started mumbling about feeling nauseous. Now, your only challenge was getting him up two flights of stairs to your apartment without the aid of Seungcheol.
He tries, rather unceremoniously, to climb his way up the first flight. He's mostly successful, gripping the railing and hoisting himself up one by one even though his legs move as though they're made of lead. However, there are only a few more steps when his toe catches the lip of the next and he nearly face-plants onto the landing. You're lunging for him in a second, grabbing his shoulders and steadying him with cat-like reflexes.
"Sorry, dizzy," he mumbles, taking a moment to shut his eyes and regain his bearings.
"Wen Junhui, what am I going to do with you?" You mumble, guiding him to conquer the few remaining stairs so you can unlock your door. "You can go lay down in my room, I'll be there in a minute."
You wait until Jun trudges through your living room and out of view before you busy yourself in the kitchen. Brewing a special immunity-boosting tea Minghao once gifted you and grabbing a sleeve of salted crackers, then a bottle of cold and flu medicine.
When you return to your room, tea, medicine, and crackers in hand, you're met with a similar sight as to when you picked up your boyfriend from dance practice. Cuddled up with about three of your blankets and nested amongst your many pillows and stuffed animals.
"Make yourself at home there?" You tease.
Jun's face softens into something akin to a smile. "It's cold."
You answer by handing him the tea with the cold medicine, which he gladly takes after digging himself out from his burrow enough to sit up. He sips slowly, taking small nibbles of the crackers in between.
Jun, unlike most, is actually the picture-perfect patient when he's sick. Doesn't fuss or argue when you're shoving medicine down his throat, listens when you tell him to rest, rarely asks for much, and is adorably clingy. The worst thing he does is pout and occasionally complain through sniffles about his head hurting. Really, the only downside is that you usually end up bedridden a few days later. Because Jun has a bad habit of claiming, "I don't want to get you sick," while simultaneously clinging to you like a koala.
There's a slurping beside you, Jun's head tilted all the way back and the mug practically upside down. He hands it back to you with a large grin on his face, muttering out a thanks that's significantly less raspy than his voice has been. You make a mental note to thank Mingaho for the tea.
"Feeling any better?" You ask, taking a seat next to him and brushing his hair back to feel his temperature; still warm. "Do you need anything else? More blankets, water, soup, maybe?"
He shakes his head, looking up at you with that same dopey look he always weaponizes before trying to persuade you into joining his antics. "A kiss."
"Not so fast, patient zero." You turn your head when he leans in, only for him to pull back with a look of utter betrayal, because how dare you deny him kisses when he needs them most.
"Come on," he whines. "Just one? For me? Please? I promise I'll take care of you when you're sick."
"No, Junhui."
"But what if I die? Then what? Then you'll never be able to kiss me again, is that what you want?"
"Really?" You dead pan. "You're gonna make this as difficult as possible, aren't you?"
He just puckers his lips. You sigh, internally cursing yourself for being born with a spine that has the structural integrity of a Twizzler. You give him a quick peck, then a second when he inevitably chases after for another, which seems to please him greatly. And because you're but a victim to Jun's charm, you press an extra long kiss to the crown of his head, earning a pleased hum from the boy in question.
"Happy now?"
"Very, you take good care of me."
"Yeah, well, take notes. Cause I can already feel your germs infecting me."
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"Will elaborate on dry humping and sounding Vox if asked" I am asking. I am asking you to elaborate. I am thinking about the fact that he can't stay still when someone sits in his lap and ends up cumming in his pants about it and I am asking. I am thinking about double-tapping him with a vibrating sounding rod and an also vibrating strap until he knocks out power in the whole city and I Am Asking,
RAAAAA IVE GOTTEN SM ASKS TO ELABORATE LMAO- IM MOSTLY GONNA TALK AB THE SOUNDING IN THIS ONE CUZ NONNIEEEE U READ MY MINDDDDD
🥀Cw: smut, sub!vox, sounding, overstimulation, dirty talk, slapping, master kink, humiliation kink, SOFT AFTERCARE!!!, you fuck him in front of his camera so he can watch himself, no joke yall fuck until he passes out
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you're prob the one to suggest sounding to vox, its pretty casual and offhand but it piques his interest
after you first suggest sounding to vox he is..... intrigued to say the least
he does his own secret research on it and he ends up getting hard just thinking about it, which eventually leade to him begging you to try it
vox is both excited and slightly nervous, he knows that it will feel good and he trusts you, but there's something about being so vulnerable that gets to him
you end up buying a vibrating sounding rod, much to his delight
he def wants a rod with lots of ridges/beads, he wants to be able to feel it inside him...
vox has definitely taken your strap before so you start with that, fingering him and loosening his hole until hes practically sucking you in
the two of you are seated in his room of screens and monitors, with vox's legs spread wide so he can watch himself get double tapped and fucked by you
hes definitely squirming on your strap, thrusting backwards and demanding you to get on with it, he's truly a brat at first
you decide to let it slide, he'll be punished soon enough
vox is already hard by the time you're sliding the sounding rod in, and his cock twitches against your palm as the rod finally bottoms out
at this point hes already a mess, he can barely stay still with the rod and the strap both brushing against that spot so deep inside him, its too much and too little at the same time
ever so slowly, you begin to thrust your strap in and out of him, all the while gently toying with the tip of the sounding rod as he squirms, struggling not to toss his head back as he glitches and whines
slowly he begins to adjust, mumbling incoherently as his orgasm washes over him, yet unable to come from the sounding rod...
"fuck- 'm s'full..." "s'too much, please~" "i- i'm gonna-"
once you turn the vibrations on, hes GONE
start with the vibrating strap, and start fucking him rough too, thrusting deeper and harder as he goes crazy
he keeps trying to close his legs but you don't let him, one of your hands is digging into his thigh and keeping his legs spread while the other toys with him as you please~
vox is barely coherent enough to form words, hes babbling and whining as he glitches like crazy, sending soft static shocks and buzzes across your skin with each thrust
he cums almost instantly yet mewls and pleads with you to take out the sounding rod, to please please please let him truly come, hasn't he been so good?
and yet, you don't, thrusting deeper to fuck his prostate as you slide the rod in and out, fucking him stupid from both ends as tears stream down his screen
vox can watch himself getting wrecked on the screen in front of him, and the humiliation only turns him on more
you have to give him a few slaps on his thighs to get him to behave, hes so incoherent hes literally drooling all over himself as his eyes roll back
once you turn the vibrations on for the sounding rod? congrats you've killed your tv
vox moans so loud that his voice cracks and glitches, and static fills the air as all the electronics around you both start fizzing and crackling
even then you don't stop, hes moaning and whimpering as his hips jut with every thrust, he can feel the vibrations so deep inside him and it drives him absolutely crazy
hes a babbling mess, and when he comes for the final time that night, you cause a fucking blackout
the city outside goes quiet as all the lights and electronics around you shut down, including the monitors in front of you
the dark screen reflect vox's glitched, fucked out face as he slumps back against you, barely awake and mumbling softly under his breath
hes so far into subspace, hes def gonna need some aftercare, hes clinging to you like theres no tomorrow
he yelps when you take out the strap and sounding rod, hes still so sensitive :(
"i can't- chh-can't take it!" vox mewled, static buzzing in his voice as tears streamed down his face. "s'too full!" he let out another pathetic, whiny cry as you only fucked into him harder, gripping dark bruises into his hips. vox could feel the vibrations so deep inside him, each thrust bringing him even closer to euphoria as the vibrations reached his prostate. he babbles and whines, claws scrabbling at your thighs as you thrust the sounding rod ever so slightly deeper. the ridges add the perfect amount of friction inside his needy cock, juices streaming from the tip and pearling around the end of the sounding rod. "aww, are you close baby? d'you want your master to make you feel better?" you sneer, stroking his full cock as he moans and whimpers, struggling to form a coherent word.
"mngh~ mast-cch-master, plea-" vox buzzes, his face flickering between his wrecked expression and a fuzzy, glitched out screen. his eyes r wide and teary as he watches you absolutely ruin him, and the thought of someone else possibly seeing this only made him impossibly harder. as the coil in his abdomen tightens, vox's eyes roll back as the lights around you flicker and spark. "go on, baby, you can cum," you purr in his ear, giving him a few rough thrusts to push him over the edge. vox sobs, babbling and screaming your name like a prayer as you pull the rod out. he cums harder than he ever has before, and a broken, undignified moan falls past his lips as all the lights around you turn off with a soft pop. the screens in front of you are coated with his release, along with his thighs.
vox slumps back against you, his screen flickering as you realize he must've blacked out. it seemed the entire city had faced the same problem, considering the shocked cries from the streets below. you couldn't care less about anyone but the man in front of you, who is still fuzzy and incoherent from pleasure. you coo at vox as he begins to slowly float back to coherence, mumbling and clinging onto you. you slowly pull out, watching as he shudders and whimpers at the loss of the strap. "you okay darling?" you ask, and vox mumbles something you can't understand as he turns to face you. his screen is pink from embarrassment as he curls into you, and you press soft kisses to his shoulders while he nuzzles into your chest.
"you did so good for me baby, so good f'me," you whisper, accentuating each word with a kiss to his screen. vox whispers something else, his eyes glazed as he admires you adoringly. "what was that, hm? use your words," you whisper, and he whines. he must be really fucked out, you think, chuckling as he wraps his arms around your waist and pouts. "lets get you cleaned up, 'mkay?" you offer, attempting to stand and scoop him into your arms. "no," he grumbles, pulling you back down. "hold me. please," he whispers, and you marvel at the vulnerable side he's showing you. "of course, baby, i'm not going anywhere~"
HELP THE AMOUNT OF EFFORT I PUT INTO THIS IS CRAAAAZYYYYYY!!!! ILL ELABORATE MORE ON THE DRY HUMPING IN A SECOND POST, I GOT A LOOOOT OF ASKS IN MY INBOX ASKING ME TO ELABORATE SO ILL PROB TRY TO REPLY TO ALL OF THEM WITH SEPARATE LITTLE SCENARIOS ABOUT SOUNDING OR DRY HUMPING W VOX <3333 ANYWAYS HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!!!! i have such a vox bias, esp a sub vox bias, its not even funny💀
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👉🏼👈🏼 any cute headcanons for König? And maybe some lewd..? I’m falling hard for this mountain aaaaaa
hi babe! I'm quite new to König so forgive me if this is a little rough. but i agree, he's very sexy
miscellaneous könig headcanons:
SFW
a guaranteed ginger, fully freckled and all. his skin is extremely sensitive to the sun too, given he wears the sniper mask most of the time. he got a bad sunburn once and didn't really... know how to properly take care of it, just picked and peeled at the skin until it got extremely irritated, then took a cold shower to ease the heat.
because, he is a shower man. i mean, there isn't much of an option for frequent luxurious soaks in the military, but even when deployed, he doesn't fit into most bathtubs. with the water filled all the way, his knees and half his torso still stick out. (that is to say, he's taller than most shower heads too. his neck aches from crouching too long so they're limited to 5 minutes at the most).
really long eyelashes. all his hair grows out really quick, actually. when he first joined the GAF, he tried to make an effort to groom himself regularly. eventually, though, it just got too tedious. he still trims his own hair on occasion, but not until it curls around his ears and proves to impede his vision during missions.
the fact that he can't sit still is already canon, but i imagine König's grip is especially jittery. he often fumbles and drops ammunition while reloading; everyone thinks it's because his hands are too big to properly handle the bullets, but really, it's the adrenaline-fuelled tremor that constantly courses through him. it proves to be disastrous when he's trying to aim and shoots his gun off prematurely, his uncontrollable trigger finger rendering it impossible to actually hover over the trip.
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König's got three sweet spots.
- His ear (all of it, but mostly the earlobe) - bite him there or blow air on the shell and he'll be a whimpering mess in less than a minute.
- His abdomen, which can't handle the gentle graze of your nails down the sides - it assures that he erupt into gooseflesh every time.
- Most of all, his balls. Whenever you go down on him, he'd rather you suckle the heavy weights and jack him off instead of vice versa. In fact, during one of your first times together, you cupped them through his pants and he creamed himself.
Doesn't have any specific names he calls you in bed. He tends to lose himself in the pleasure and becomes an incoherent mess; the only things out of his mouth are usually screeching pleas and breathless groans.
Was actually insecure about his size before he met you. Not to say he was a virgin, or small in any sense of the word - König just became accustomed to the borderline abnormal sizes present in animated porn. It only took three cases of 'fuck, it literally doesn't fit inside- oh my god. Oh my god, you're practically bulging out of me' for him to realise that he's way above average.
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The Onceler Headcanons
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NSFW Warning
Most of these head canons are sexual though there will be some fluff.
The Onceler x Gender Neutral Reader
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The Onceler is a very needy person
He loves physical touch, he practically begs for it any chance he can get
He’s borderline touch starved from the lack of a father figure and a not so good mother figure
So when you want to get all cuddly, he will jump into your lap and never let go
He loves when you mess with his hair. Rubbing, playing, yanking, he is a mess when you play with it
When you play with it, especially when he’s giving head, his eyes roll back into his head and he lets out faint whines
This man is very vocal, like can hear you from a mile away vocal
He mostly vocal when he’s in a submissive position and/or overstimulated
When he’s overstimmed, you have to hold your hand across his mouth to keep him quiet
Wails and whines pour out of that man’s mouth. He starts to mutter incoherent sentences too
Usually it gets to the point where he’s begging and pleading for you to stop (he doesn’t want it to stop, and neither do you)
His cock is very sensitive, specifically near the tip
If you hit that spot, his hips are out of control. Bucking and thrusting trying to get more of that feeling.
He pouts and whines when you hold his hips down restricting him from thrusting
When he releases, that’s when he looks the prettiest. Head thrown back, mouth agape and eyes in the back of his head. He tries to get a hold of something, to help stabilize himself
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I hope you guys somewhat enjoyed this😭
It’s my first ever tumblr head canon so I hope it’s good enough! Leave suggestions down below and I’ll make sure to follow up
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Pairing: Bucky x f!reader
Word count : 2.4k
Warnings: smut
It was rare for you to fall asleep like this, in a tangled mess of limbs. Bucky was a furnace, emanating heat from every inch of his body which often left you feeling too uncomfortable to sleep. It had taken a long time for Bucky to let his guard down when he came to sleep. The dreams that plagued his unconscious form left him in a heightened state of anxiety and he worried how it might affect you. He hadn't quite found the words to express how much he cared about you, afraid of the frailty of life and the fleeting nature of love.
He enjoyed intimacy but he very much appreciated his space in bed, occasionally slipping away to sleep on the floor. So you felt very much surprised to find him spooning your back, his arm draped across your torso and one of his legs hooked between your thighs.
It was 3am and you weren't sure what had woken you, but you supposed it was the almost suffocating grip your boyfriend had around your chest. For several moments, you lay still, contemplating the best way to extricate yourself from his grasp without waking him. An answer came in the form of your name, mumbled in your ear almost incoherently by Bucky.
Turning to face him, you whispered back to him. "Buck?"
No answer. Except for a few deep breaths which puffed warm air across your face, there was silence.
Had you imagined it?
You turned away, wriggling like a mouse trying to free itself from a python's hold. Bucky groaned and you froze, breath held anxiously until you were confident that he was still in a state of slumber. You were stuck. It was hardly something to complain about, being cradled in the arms of a man who was enchanted by your very being.
The clock in your room ticked away faithfully, intermingled with the sounds of the rise and fall of Bucky’s chest. You closed your eyes, starting to drift off to the melody of your bed chamber.
Another loud groan from Bucky made your eyes fly open. Was he sick? In pain? You twisted around to peer at his face in the dark. In a futile attempt, you reached out to find your glasses, but they were miles from your reach.
"Buck?" you called softly, squinting at his face through the darkness. The lines of his face were mildly lit by the moonlight which crept through a crack in the blinds and as your eyes adjusted to the night you found a softness in his features which only came with sleep.
As you stared, his lips parted gently and uttered your name in a breathy moan. He was dreaming. Of you. For a second he stirred, only to tighten his grasp and pull closer towards you. It was only then that you noticed that he was more alert than you'd originally suspected.
It wasn't just his leg you could feel pushed against your thigh. Your sleeping super soldier had an undeniable hard on. You smirked, that must be some dream he was having!
You waited, wondering whether to wake him or not. But as time ticked on, the sizable tent in his boxers was not diminishing, in fact, his erection was swelling and pushing against your ass. Even in his sleep, Bucky muttered quietly, mostly things you couldn't make out, but one phrase caught your attention. "I want you."
The lust in his words, still thick with sleep, filled you with a sudden and carnal urge. It lit a fire in the depths of your loins and made you hum in appreciation. Losing yourself in the moment you pushed back against his cock making Bucky's chest flutter and he exhaled a shuddering breath.
Your desire to hear your boyfriend make more of those salacious sounds was overwhelming, but a voice deep down inside you was telling you to tread carefully. Bucky wasn't awake, and even though his body was responding to his thoughts, you felt you had no right to administer any pleasure without his knowing consent.
"Buck," you turned your head towards your slumbering husband. "Hey handsome, rise and shine." You chuckled softly at your own words, Bucky was already halfway there.
He moaned protestingly, he had never been good at the shining part. Your hundred year old grumpus was definitely a night owl, so it was almost a blessing that the sun hadn't risen.
"Buck, Bucky," you breathed his name onto his lips, hoping to wake him gently. "Wake up, I want you to fuck me."
Bucky’s eyelids fluttered slightly in response to your words. You smirked at what was needed to get his attention. "Babe please, I want you inside me."
"What did you say, doll?" he slurred sleepily.
"Hi," you whispered, smiling as he opened his eyes and met your gaze.
"Hi," he answered, marveling at your beauty. Even in the middle of the night you looked like an angel to him, an angel that had fallen into his arms. "You look stunning."
"Thank you."
"I was dreaming about you."
You laughed, "oh, I don't doubt that."
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at your reaction of mirth. "What's so funny?"
"You were dreaming of me, that was abundantly clear."
"Oh? What makes you so sure?"
"I'm pretty sure this," you took the hand that was cradling your chest and guided it to his erection, "gives the game away."
Bucky's expression quickly turned to horror and he pulled away from the embrace. "Oh God, I'm sorry. I didn't-"
"Woah, Buck, it's fine."
"It's not fine."
"Isn't that for me to decide?"
Your boyfriend looked at you, you certainly had a way of winning an argument. "I'll just go cool off."
"Well, I'd rather you didn't." You put a hand on his arm as he attempted to untangle himself from you.
Bucky stopped in his tracks, one leg was already hanging off the bed as he tried to escape to the bathroom. He turned back to face you. "What?"
"Get back in bed, Bucky."
He looked at you with uncertainty.
"Please, babe. Take off your pants."
Bucky felt his cock twitch at your words.
"Help me?"
"Help you? Don't make me get out of this bed Buck. Just take off your boxers and get back in. We're losing heat."
"We?"
"Yeah, get back in here and I'll show you how hot I actually am."
Bucky chuckled, "I'm intimately familiar with how hot you are, doll."
"I still think you need a little refresher," you waved him under the duvet in the darkness. "Touch me."
Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist in response to your request for him to touch you.
"Kiss me."
His lips were on your neck, kissing, sucking, tasting that sweet unique blend that made you so appealing and aroused him so.
Every nip he made at your neck, every stroke his fingers made over your abdomen stoked the fire in loins. He slipped under your shirt, raking his fingers across your bare flesh up towards your unbound breasts.
You pushed your back against his chest, against his now throbbing member. "Here, Bucky," you reveled in the way that he massaged your breast.
Lost in the moment you closed your eyes, taking in everything you could feel. Your boyfriend was now propped up on his elbow, his chin resting on your shoulder. Every now and then his nose would graze your jawline and the stubble on his chin tickled your skin. His breath was hot and heavy and each one felt like a billow, stoking the desire inside you.
"Yes, Bucky," you murmured, pressing your hand on his. "Here."
Since Bucky was behind you, you both faced the same direction and couldn't meet his eyes, you knew he was craving something more from the way his breath had become more haggard.
"I thought I'd told you to get rid of those pants?" you scolded as Bucky thrusted his hips against your backside, erection still clothed. You turned your head to face him, taking your hand off his and running it over his leg. It was almost as though the tiny hairs on his thigh rose along the lines you traced with your fingers.
Gently, you tugged at the elasticated waistline of his boxers and Bucky shivered in anticipation. You tried to pull them down but you couldn't quite manage at the awkward angle.
"Bucky, help a girl out."
Behind you, Bucky smirked. He removed his hand from your bosom and slipped it between your legs, pushing down hard on your scantily clad pussy.
"BUCK!" Caught unawares, your eyes flew open and you gasped with pleasure.
"Enough help for you, doll?" he whispered smugly in your ear.
You shivered, desire penetrating your core by the pressure he was applying, massaging your folds gently, every now and then breaking through to lightly graze your clit. It wreaked havoc with your senses, the teasing, the anticipation, the tiny taste of what he had to offer you, but keeping the real feast just out of reach. You were desperate, filled with a carnal lust that made your juices flow freely soaking the silken cloth that kept him from you.
"I want you," you mumbled incoherently.
"What was that?" Bucky feigned deafness.
"I want you to fuck me," you forced yourself to enunciate.
"Doll, when did you get so confident about telling me what you want?" Bucky asked conversationally, as though you were having a casual chat, hand still caressing your crotch. "I had no idea how desperate you were."
"Clearly not quite enough for you to get your pants off though."
Bucky laughed, you loved the sound. "Eager. I like it."
He hoisted his hips off the bed and awkwardly used his free hand to push down his pants.
"Need a little help there, soldier?"
You hooked your thumb into one corner of the elastic band around his waist and tugged as Bucky did the same thing on the other side, successfully freeing his fully erect member.
Seeing him like this, engorged, veins throbbing, tip glistening made your mouth water. There was nothing you enjoyed more than looking up at your boyfriend and watching him come undone. But tonight you were feeling impatient, you didn't want him to waste time, teasing him with your lips, you wanted him pushing, pulsing inside you. Every second he wasn't thrusting into you was a second wasted.
Twisting your arm around Bucky's, which was still securely clamped on your clit, you reached under him to give him a few strokes before leading him towards your aching center.
"Oh God, doll, I-ahhh!"
"I want you, Bucky. Now!" You didn't care how desperate you sounded.
"Show me," he growled in your ear. "Show me how much you want this." Bucky's cock was pressed up against your ass, he was grinding against you at the same intoxicating pace at which he ran his fingers back and forth over your already quivering clit.
You lifted your top leg, moaning wantonly as Bucky used the opportunity to slip his fingers under your panties. Unadulterated access to your leaking core. Once your leg was hooked around Bucky's thigh, you guided him inside you, reveling in the initial stretch as he pushed apart your glossy walls. He pushed into the hilt before holding still, willing himself not to come undone with just one thrust. He used the opportunity to pepper small kisses on your bare shoulder.
"I love how you fill me up, Buck."
Bucky was murmuring in your ear, words you couldn't quite make out because you were so lost in the way his cock was pushing into you. "I want to be with you forever."
Forever didn't seem long enough to you in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to be lost in each other's bliss for eternity. Slowly at first, Bucky moved in and out, rolling his hips expertly, knowing exactly how to make you unravel at the seams. Each time his hips slapped against your ass it felt like he was pushing the air right out of your lungs and the pressure building inside of you was almost suffocating.
His lips ghosted your neck and ear, erratic breaths felt hot and heavy on your cheek. His tip swept across your sweet spot, slow and steady and you could feel the pressure building inside you, like a volcano ready to erupt.
"Buck-" you continued to whimper, barely able to articulate anything of meaning. But Bucky understood exactly what you meant.
He propped himself up with his free arm, changing the angle at which he plunged into you, deeper, faster, harder, making you twist and writhe in ecstasy. Bucky's hand was still pressed on your clit, but he had long since given up on any methodical administration, not that it mattered, every thrust of his cock made his hand slide across your nub. It was haphazard and completely unmethodical and felt incredible.
"I want to come, Buck!"
"Look at me, doll," Bucky whispered in your ear. "Come on beautiful. I want to see you."
"Come with me, Buck!" you choked out, turning your head as far back as you could. Your nails dug into his arms as you craned your head in your boyfriend's direction.
You couldn't see him, because your orgasm forced your eyes shut. Try as you might, you had never mastered the skill of keeping your eyes open when you came. Your bodies shook with pleasure and you desperately tried to face Bucky. You we're doing really well until he collapsed on your back, face falling into the crook of your neck.
"Oof," your remaining breath was forced from your lungs as Bucky's full weight crushed you.
"S-ry," a muffled sound emerged from behind you.
"Post orgasm suffocation isn't ideal, babe."
Bucky groaned with effort as he pushed himself away with one arm, extracting himself from your center. He lay back on his pillow and chuckled contentedly. "You're still breathing there, doll?"
"Barely."
"You ok?" His face was laced with sudden concern.
"Oh I'm more than ok. Just give me a minute to get the feeling back in my extremities."
"I'll be here when you're ready."
You lay face first on your pillow, soaking in the post orgasmic euphoria of your nocturnal activities. After a few minutes of laying in the dark in silence, you rolled over to see how your boyfriend was doing.
"Buck?"
Silence.
"Hey, Bucky!"
You were answered with a loud snore.
"That good, huh?" you said bemusedly at your boyfriend's slumbering form before pulling the duvet up to his chin. "Sweet dreams, babe."
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ok thought!
big brother mammon who acts like one to lucifer too because lucifer deserves to have someone to lean on too! this post was totally inspired by rock on haha
imagine this:
mammon dragging luci home after a night out drinking with a tenderness only an older brother would know despite the frustration at his stupidity
mammon bringing luci dinner after he spent his evening working and trying to disguise his worry
mammon cleaning up luci’s coffee cups and messes around the house so he’s able to enjoy a clean space
mammon buy luci his favorite candle scent and leaving it on his desk without a note
mammon picking up luci’s chores without letting him know after he knows he had a hard day so he gets a nice surprise when he goes to do them
mammon "scheming" with diavolo to surprise luci in all sorts of ways
just all the things mammon would never say to luci's face, but wants him to know he cares <3
"Ya know, for the little brother in this relationship, I feel like I'm draggin' ya home a lot more than I should. Getting wasted at Lord Diavolo's party isn't exactly a great look for ya." Mammon was carrying his older brother, Lucifer, on his back. They'd just left Diavolo's birthday party. As the right hand man to the Prince of Hell, Lucifer was obviously by his side the entire time. Every time someone offered Diavolo a drink, Lucifer would take it and down it himself to avoid him getting wasted and acting afool at his own party. The gesture was sweet, but of course it resulted in Lucifer getting wasted himself.
Mammon had been enjoying dancing with Mc when the two of them noticed Lucifer begin to act overly emotional and erratically. He was leaning heavily into Diavolo's side, looking close to tears and telling him he loved him. Beel was nowhere in sight, so Mammon knew he had to step up to the plate. While he didn't want to leave Mc alone, he knew one of his brothers would be willing to take his place. He flagged down which ever of his brothers that he saw first, which happened to be Satan, who was conversing with someone Mammon presumed he knew. After explaining the situation, Mammon left with Lucifer in tow behind him. As bum hurt he was about having to call it a night earlier than he'd wanted to, since he'd planned to stay at that party all night without a break, he knew Lucifer needed him more.
With his older brother on his back with a little help from Satan and Mc, Mammon set off on his way home. Mc had been the group's designated driver of that night, yet for some reason he didn't think to ask Mc to just drive them home. So, he resolved to walking because going back in would be too embarrassing, but it wasn't too far to home. The walk was mostly uneventful, besides Lucifer's sniffling and incoherent babbling. A few times he went off on a rant, and all Mammon did was nod and ask vague questions.
Once they got home, Mammon was quick to bring Lucifer upstairs. After opening the door to his room, he put Lucifer down on his bed. While the bed was made, a few empty cups and a large stack of papers sat on his bedside table. If it hadn't been for Diavolo's party, Mammon wasn't sure Lucifer would have left his room. He picked up the cups and moved the paperwork out of the way. He got a set of pajamas for his brother, and instructed him to go change, while he went back downstairs to get some water for him.
"Here. Drink this." Mammon passed the water to Lucifer, who was sitting on the edge of his bed and miraculously fully dressed. He took the glass without a word and drank half of it in one go. "How are ya feelin'?" He stood in front of him, hands on his hips.
"I'm tired." Lucifer told him. He then flopped over onto his back on his bed. With a sigh, Mammon rolled him onto his side and sat beside him.
"Get some rest then. I'll be here." Mammon's D.D.D. was dead, so he set it down on the bed beside him since Lucifer's D.D.D. was currently charging. Lucifer shut his eyes pretty quickly and Mammon thought he was asleep. Resolved to just sitting there, waiting, Mammon began to think about that night of fun he'd have before. He loved Lucifer, but the choice to drink that recklessly was stupid. But, it was because he cared so much, he was willing to make a fool of himself to prevent that same thing from happening to Diavolo, and potentially help him avoid harm. Mammon wasn't sure how many drinks he'd had, or what was in them.
The phone ringing interrupted his train of thought. His was dead, so he looked over to Lucifer's to see Mc was calling. After picking it up, he was greeted with Mc with the sound of the party in the background. "Hello?" They said.
"Hey, Mc. Somethin' the matter? Lucifer is asleep." Mammon held the phone to his ear, trying to keep his voice down.
"Oh, sorry. No, everything is fine. Just wanted to check up on you. Everything good there?" They lowered their voice.
"Yeah, thanks for checkin'. What time will ya be home? If ya know." Mammon looked over at Lucifer, who still hadn't moved.
"Soon. Belphie is asleep in a corner and Beel ate everything already, so they're tapped out. Asmo is still going, but I can pry him away easily, and Satan is ready to go when I am. I actually haven't seen Levi, but I assume he's in a side room somehere." Mc chuckled a little into the phone, presumably at something they saw.
"Alright. I'm stayin' with Lucifer. See ya later." Mammon waited for his goodbye to put down the phone. Once he did, he hung up and plugged it back in. He peered at Lucifer's face again. He looked normal, so he let himself begin to think again. This time, he didn't get far at all.
"Mammon?" Lucifer spoke up.
"Aren't ya supposed to be asleep?" Mammon looked back at him again. He was awake now, his crimson eyes searching his face.
"I don't say thank you enough." Mammon was taken aback by his words.
"Sorry?" Mammon blinked.
"Thank you. You really do care." With that, Lucifer shut his eyes again. Mammon was a little shocked, but smiled to himself. Lucifer could be so sweet when he wanted to be, but it just took a little Demonus in his system to make him say what he was thinking.
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Wanting you.
Caitlin foord x reader oneshot
SMUT! 18+ ONLY
Tags: cunnilingus, switch dynamics, mostly very very vanilla, rivals?
Note: Gotta put my money where my mouth is and contribute to the Caitlin content. Barely proofread this, just wanted to get something out but enjoyyyyy.
Your relationship with arsenals left winger was complicated.
You were somehow Foord's WSL rival and National team-mate. You knew eachothers strengths, weaknesses and how to anticipate the others every move, only leading to more and more physical altercations, with each of you wanting to one up the other. What made your relationship more intense was what happened off the pitch. When it was just you two behind a closed door, wanting nothing more than to relive the obvious tension that hung in the air after every tackle, hand graze and whatever excuse you made that day to feel her against you. You knew her body like the back of your hand, memorizing every single mark along her skin and she knew exactly how to leave you nothing but an incoherent mess beneath her.
But you didn't do commitment. And Caitlin didn't either.
Thats what worked so well. Thats what softened the sting of a dead line for weeks or even months on end as you both got "caught up" in work and whichever girl you chose to fill the void. But it's also what lit that flame when one of you finally broke and the other stared at the familiar "You up?" text.
You couldn't deny how much you loved the chase, especially during international break. Watching as Caitlin purposefully diverted her gaze from yours all day only to show up, leaning against your door frame that very night, eyes filled with nothing but pure need.
This time however, you had been the one to show up completley unannounced to her hotel room. You had initially waited for her to make the first move. Break the stalemate. But it had been months and the more you watched her stories out partying, drinking, dancing with and on her team mates, you could feel yourself getting more and more irrational.
She answered the door, in her usual lounge clothes but still very much awake. You knew she always was. The same way you conveniently left your phone off do not disturb, the familliar buzz of want often waking you up in the middle of the night.
"What are you-"
You placed both your hands against the sides of her neck, claiming her mouth with an embarrassing desperation that would have made you cringe had she not immediately reciprocated.
She gladly let you cut her off, her shoulders relaxing as she melted into the kiss. Caitlin moved a hand around your waist and to your back, pulling you further towards her inside the room and closing the door behind you. Locking it. Your skin felt alight wth every graze of her fingers and before you could realise her true intentions, she had you pressed up against the door, completely overpowering you in every way. You scanned her face, so close to your own. Her dark eyes which nailed you into place, her dark brows which were lowered as she took you in and her showered, curly hair that fell so delicately against her neck. When she leant into you again, it was much slower than your initiation. Every move of her tongue, dripping with unmatched desire as she explored your mouth. The soft moans she coaxed out of you had her smiling lazily against you which only made you weaker. If you weren't losing balance before, the way her hands trailed underneath your shirt and up your spine so pain stakingly slow as she continued to dominate your mouth had you on the edge of collapsing. Noticing this, she simply pryed one of your legs open, supporting your weight with her knee and you could only whimper in response. The feeling of her leg against your core left you practically throbbing with need and without even thinking, you began grinding down against her.
After letting out a soft chuckle, Caitlin moved her hands down from where they caressed your skin to rest against your waist, guiding your movements. Knowingly tensing her muscles, you kept working yourself against her thigh, every last bit of friction only leaving you aching for more as her mouth remained hot against your own, though you were barely able to kiss back. Teasingly, she nibbled against your lower lip before pulling away and trailing even softer kisses up the length of your jaw until you could hear her breath against your ear.
"Thought you said last week was the last time." She questioned, her cockiness exuding off her words.
"Shut up." You managed to breathe out, laboured as you continued to lose yourself on her. Slowly she trailed bites down the side of your neck, making you keen as she used her tongue to sooth the pain.
"Always so aggressive..." she lulled against your neck, breath hot.
"I can think of a better use for that mouth."
You smiled at her words before pushing both of you off the door and, leading her further and further back into the room until you reached the bed. You pushed her down onto it, sending her back onto her elbows where she stared up into your eyes, a mixture of suprise and lust. She lifted a questioning eyebrow at your assumed dominance but before she could make any further remarks, you crawled on top of her, capturing her lips in another ever heated kiss. Caitlin sunk further back into the bed, letting you explore every corner of her mouth as your body pressed deeper into every curve of hers. She attempted to run her hands across your body but you captured them swiftly and pinned them over her head, doubling your efforts in order to keep her from trying again. Your thighs straddled the sides of her legs, taking control of her mouth as your hands trailed up to tug at her shirt.
"Off." You mumbled against her lips. Not used to you being this pushy, she lifted her eyebrows again but granted that you were obliging to her request, submitted to your demand and sat up to remove it. The sight of her toned body, even in the warm dim of the bedside light, was something you would never get enough of. You let your eyes wander across her muscular arms now fully exposed, the crook of her collarbones and down to her stomach where her abs were practically chiselled out. When you met her eyes again, she bit her lower lip with a smirk at your attentions.
"Missed me that much?" Her accent heavy as she spoke.
"Yes..." you spoke lowly, helping her take her bra off, throwing it across the room and laying her back down on the bed flat.
"But I miss how you taste even more." The soft, shaky breath she let out in response told you all you needed to know. It was rare that you got to look down at Caitlin like this, fully exposed and splayed out just for you, but God, those few times she let you were worth it. You began to shift yourself down her body, her eyes watching you intently as you left soft kisses along her collarbones and down to the swell of her breasts, using your tongue to teasingly circle her nipple and taking one in to your mouth. The low moan she let out was music to your ears, but you continue down instead. As you made your way across her abs, you ran your hands up and down the length of her toned thighs, keeping your gaze set on her half lidded eyes and the feeling of her muscles tensing underneath you.
You played with the waistband of her sweats for a bit before helping her pull them off. Caitlin let out another shaky breath as you hooked your fingers around her boxers and slowly pulled them down, leaving her fully bare. As you continued down her body, you pressed open mouth kisses down her lower stomach until you reached her heat, moving your lips around to her inner thighs rather than where she was clearly ready for you.
"Fucking tease." She smirked down at you, grin on full display as you smiled back up at her.
"You love it." Your words mumbled against the warmth of her leg.
Without warning, you slowly ran your tongue to trace from her entrance right up her folds, feeling as she dripped down your mouth, already wet from your prior teasing. She let out a soft shaky breath as you did so and you silently admired the way her chest slowly rose and fell with every small attention from your tongue.
When your mouth finally came into contact with her clit, she practically jolted her hips up in response, still sensitive.
"Shit..." Caitlin's hand drew across her eyes, baring her neck as you moved your tongue in gradual circles. You began to alternate between softly sucking at her clit and running your tongue along her folds until you reached her entrance, revelling in the way she seemed to only get wetter. You felt as her hand travelled back further to grip your hair, forcing your head gently back up to her. "Eyes on me baby." She spoke lowly and when you did, she hummed quitely in approval. You kept your eyes on hers, watching as they dilated, growing with desire and lust with every second that went on. The room became nothing but an echo chamber of the muffled groans and soft moans she tried to supress. As much as you wanted to please her you couldn't deny how much of this was for your own pleasure. The way her hands trembled in your hair. The flex of her abs as you drew up to her clit again. The way her jaw fell slack as you slid 2 fingers into her, mouth still preoccupied.
You began slowly pumping into her, feeling as she clenched so tightly around you. When you hit her g spot, you curled your fingers inside of her, and the guttural keen she let out was intoxicating. Her hands were gentle and encouraging at first, running through your hair repeatedly and keeping your mouth close to where she needed it most but as your attentions sped up, she too lost herself in how you felt, causing you to keep a hand against her lower stomach to keep her in place. Noticing the slight shake of her legs, you could tell she was getting closer, moving up from where you lapped at her folds to focus on working up her clit again.
"Fuck, atta girl." Her grip in your hair hardened and that act of possession mixed with her praise cause you to let out your own moan against her heat, sending vibrations through her and only causing her to grind down against you harder.
You tried your best to focus on getting her there but between the whimpers that slipped from her mouth, the way her thighs tightened against you and the way her lips parted in pure ecstasy, you started to notice more and more the growing ache building inside you. As she ground down on you, you could feel her slipping away, using a mix of your tongue as well as your relenetless pace inside her to send her over the edge, her thighs trapping you in her as she came down, her breathing slowing but still heavy. Noticing your lack of air, she quickly released her legs and let out a soft chuckle. "Sorry baby,"
Using your mouth to clean her up, you moved up to her face, smiling down at her as you brushed the hair from her face. "Worth it." You breathed before letting her taste herself on your lips. It was a sweet, intimate moment that felt heavier than anything else the happened between you two earlier. You stayed like that for a brief moment before Caitlin moved you off of her, getting up to look into her suitcase, your eyes following her every movement.
"What are you doing?" You asked, her back still turned to you.
"I think," she started. "You need to know how good you made me feel." Looking at you over her shoulder then with a slight grin.
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Reckless Abandon
Pairing: Hobie Brown x female reader
Summary: You and Hobie had "grown up," but that doesn't mean you're immune to making some questionable decisions.
Rating: Explicit (18+) - Smutty smut. Minors be gone.
Notes: Listen, don't fuck in grimy venue restrooms. You don't know the last time they've seen hot water and a mop. Written on my phone per usual. All mistakes are my own.
Cross-posted on AO3
You and Hobie had long outgrown your wild youth. Still fun, but less reckless. It’s what happened right? Just a typical progression of life. Plus your wild past had thrown you into large responsibilities earlier than either of you had planned. But you’d both been able to grow and adapt together.
It had been years since Hobie played a gig. Sure the group would get together every now and then when schedules allowed in order to let off some steam and practice their old sets, but performing gigs had not been a priority for a long time, but this opportunity was one Hobie couldn’t pass up. The gig was at your old stomping grounds and everyone was able to get together for it. Hobie had been buzzing with energy the entire week as the gig approached. It was a small show, mostly for old time’s sake, but the excitement was palpable.
You could tell Hobie had been nervous upon stepping into the venue, but as soon as Hobie stepped onto what was considered to be the “stage” all the nerves evaporated. Hobie settled into that old persona so easily and it was captivating to watch. You’d found yourself almost breathless at his presence, he’d always been a force to be reckoned with, but over the years you’d forgotten just how striking he could be when he commanded the stage. Then he found you. The lighting in the room was shit, but that didn’t stop his eyes from locking onto yours. This was the person you’d spent the last decade plus with, but fuck if that look didn’t go straight to your cunt. And he knew, he fucking knew exactly what he was doing.
…which is how you found yourself here. Bent over, skirt hiked up around your waist, palms pressed to the graffiti covered wall with Hobie thrusting deep inside from behind.
“Fuck love, squeezing me so tight. Better bite down harder on that belt, the whole fucking place can hear ya whining for my cock. Bet there’s a line outside right now, knowing exactly what you’re doing right now.”
You couldn’t help the flutter of your walls at that. The thought of being caught had always been something that turned you on, and Hobie had always used that to his advantage.
“Fuckin’ knew it. Still just as filthy and needy as the day we met eh?”
A needy whine slipped from your lips, Hobie’s belt nearly slipping from between your teeth. You couldn’t form a coherent thought if your life depended on it. Your orgasm was barreling toward you. Hobie knew all your tells and reached his hand around and put those fingers to good use, knowing exactly the pressure and pace to apply to your clit. And you were done. Hobie’s belt clattered to the floor as you let out a cry. Words incoherent, begging for more while it was simultaneously too much.
Hobie was right behind you, his pumping becoming erratic before he found his end. You could feel his hot cum spilling out of you and dripping down your thighs. “Fuck…so fucking perfect. Makin’ a mess all over me huh love?”
Hobie pressed gentle kisses down the back of your neck as he eased out of you, using his fingers to push his cum back inside of you, causing your whole body to shiver. When he finally spun you back around to face him, the world had begun to come back into focus and though your chest was still heaving, your breathing was slowly starting to mellow out. Your cheeks were heated and your legs were quivering. Yeah you’d just been thoroughly fucked in a dingy bathroom, but you felt so good, so safe, so loved. It’s how you’d always felt with Hobie, and although you’d both grown and evolved over the years, that part had never changed.
“Right love. Now that the whole place knows how good ya are to me, let’s get you home so I can really take my time with ya.”
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐖/ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓!
+ ayato, diluc, kaeya, venti, thoma, itto
tw. fem!reader, hand!job, m!masturbation, dirty talk, cursing, m!oral, slight hair pulling, fingering, very needy men, dom! w/ sub! reader
an. part one here! also bryce is officially back! yahoo!
☉ 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨
maybe it was your reaction that crumbled ayato’s composure, he thought you wouldn’t have whimpered against his touch, lips quivering against one another while he steadily brought forth his greedy fingers between your thighs. ayato wanted the subtle touches to catch your attention but he also wanted to leave you a withering mess as he went on about his day—too bad what he did to you completely, utterly backfired.
he had so much to do—so many people awaited his arrival but that was something he’d have to deal with another time as he was far too preoccupied following you around the house with his cock throbbing through his pants, practically begging for you but too smug about himself to outright say it.
“my love” ayato muses, gently cradling your head within his palms as he brushes his lips across your own, his eyes crinkle while you walk away minding your own business but ayato is hard—he’s fucking needy, he needs relief, ayato cannot fathom another thought but your pretty pussy gripping his cock like a vice.
ayato grabs the edge of your shirt, halting you from walking away from him, he presses his body against your chest, his bulge rubbing against you. “make me feel good—please, i need you. you won’t deny me, right angel?” ayato drops his head against your shoulder, whimpering when you finally cave, slipping your fingers down to palm at his cock springing it free.
“d-don’t stop, make me cum, please” ayato groans, bucking his hips into your hand while you move your hand quicker over his cock. ayato seems to be so incoherent that he’s completely dropped whatever act he always wears, cheeks blistering red, lips parted as he gasps for air and those moans—how they whimper your name.
ayato looks down for just a moment as he watches his swollen cock throb in your hands, the amounts of cum dripping from the sensitive head when ayato finally lets go, his eyes flutter close against your shoulder, legs trembling from the orgasm and he can only wrap his arms around you for leverage, “my princess, do you see what you do to me? how could i ever live without your touch?”
☉ 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜
mostly stoic, oblivious to human touch or even an interaction diluc could carry on with his day without any of the most obscene thoughts but on this particular day he seems to not be able to get you out of his head.
when his imagination really begins to drift he only imagines the filthiest thoughts, and maybe he’d be lying to himself if he wished you were sitting on his lap right now, calloused fingers messily drawing soft circles against your puffy clit, the wetness clinging to the pads of his thick digits—it seems like his prayers are further taunted when you finally make your appearance in your shared home.
“come here, now” diluc mutters, clearing his throat while he makes room for you on his desk, shoving the papers aside and sitting you right front and center. diluc admires the natural curves dug into your body, lingering gaze scatters across your chest until they invade between your legs, he takes the palms of his hands and places them gently on the fat of your thighs.
“kiss me” diluc whispers, tilting his head up from his position slightly below you in his office chair, crimson eyes glimmering as you lean down to softly meet his lips with your own. and he can’t help but groan into the kiss, nails digging into the skin as the kiss deepens quicker than he predicted.
it takes only a shred of time before diluc is above you, panties pulled to the side while his cock slides effortlessly through your slick folds, thumb pressed on your clit while his hips gently rock to a slow pace. “n-needed this, needed you” diluc can only gargle between pants, eyes slanting with pleasure, just a blur of your beautiful form below him.
your hand cups his cheek, back arching with his cock splitting you open, glimpses of life outside his office but now diluc is only worried about you—how hard you’ll cum around his cock, if you’d be able to take all of his seed and that you look so fucking perfect while he’s deep inside you.
diluc’s shell is so hard to break yet you seem to just shatter that all in mere seconds, the soft features of his handsome face melting to the palm of your hand, your walls eagerly sucking him in and diluc wishes so fucking hard this will last forever or at least the image of your pretty hole leaking of his cum over and over—he has so many possibilities.
☉ 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚
cerulean orbs taunt you from across the room, legs crossing with pressed lips. kaeya hasn’t spoken a word since he left the bathroom only wrapped in a beige towel, sitting down in a chair that was placed in front of you—you watch his body language closely until kaeya removes himself from the chair, dropping the towel to the floor.
“don’t be shy, pretty” kaeya smirks, gripping his cock with one hand as the other cards lithe fingers through his blue strands of damp hair. you gulp nervously, vision fixated on his hand working his fingers over his cock until he starts a steady rhythm followed by shallow whines, “watch how messy i can get just by looking at you.”
you’re frozen to the bed watching kaeya’s body flex against himself, veins pulsating through his forearms as he grips his cock stroking eagerly. “look angel, look just how fucking hard i am for you” he hums in a coax moan, sweetness drips from his lips as your legs press harder against one another. it’s vile just how good kaeya looks touching himself in front of you, it’s punishing that you can’t be the one to touch him right now.
kaeya takes his eyes off of you to look down at his hand sliding against his dick, the tip of his cock throbbing with every filthy thought flooding his mind. he wants you so bad, to feel your walls swallow his cock whole but the rush of your eyes on him already has kaeya on edge.
“don’t you wish this was in your pretty little pussy?” kaeya groans, releasing the grip of his cock just enough for pretty white ribbons to splatter in the floor. his head drops as his chest irregularly heaves, left breathless from what just happened. you can’t really have a voice for words but kaeya seems to fill them in anyway.
“here princess” kaeya takes the residue of his seed left on his stomach and walks over to your location, bending down to smear the substance across your lips, “aren’t you just so fucking beautiful?” he smiles before crashing his lips against your own.
☉ 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢
venti was everywhere but nowhere at the same time, he always slipped through your fingers just when you were about to catch him. upon traveling through dark alleyways you were finally able to snatch his wrist, pushing him against the brick walls and a smile toying with his lips just as the moon casting right on his features.
“pretty girl, what are you doing?” venti laughs, snaking his hand behind your head while his fingers grip the strands of your hair. “do you want me or something?” he muses, gently bringing your head to his level while you feel the rush of his tongue dip between your lips, “or do you want something?”
“i want you” a whisper coaxes his tongue while venti hums back in response, releasing the grip he had to push you down on your knees and met with his bulge throbbing through his pants. “yeah? i want you too” venti looks down at you, springing his cock free as he taps the tip on your bottom lip, “want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” you can’t help but love the way venti needily pushes his length into your mouth, gasping as the warmth engulfs him.
“f-fuck, feels really good” venti whimpers, slouching his body against the wall while you begin sucking him, tongue rolling across his cock and fingers latching onto his thighs while your nails dig into the material. venti voice trails across the breeze lingering through the empty streets, reaching higher volume as you go deeper until your nose hits his stomach.
with saliva dripping down your chin, tears streaking the apples of your cheeks, venti smiles down at you—just how pretty you look on your knees just for him. “want more, angel?” venti grunts, placing a hand on your cheek to swipe the salty tears away, slowly rocking his hips until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat.
but more to venti is always so much more and with another look at your doe like eyes gleaming back at him venti can’t actually hold back, gasping as he cums down your throat unexpectedly—the searing hot liquid sliding right down your throat and he’s been a god for way too long to not have seen everything in this world—yet the image below him truly is a miracle.
☉ 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚
a silhouette of a shadow lingers in the hallway as you make your way to the kitchen though you ignore the gesture at first it isn’t long until two limbs wrap around your body while you pour yourself a cup of tea. the breath of your boyfriend cascades down your neck sending a shrill shiver to your spine—and to something else.
“what’s my pretty girl doing up so late, huh?” thoma whispers, gently leaving open mouth kisses down your neck, using the adjustment of his presence thoma lingers his touch down to your shorts, eagerly slipping his fingers into your panties. “i can’t sleep” you gasp out, back arching against his chest while thoma greedily inches two fingers through your folds, collecting the wetness to circle a soft circle on your clit.
“my baby can’t sleep? that’s such a shame” thoma hums quietly, his lips remain on your neck, sucking and licking against the tattered skin until a new color arises on the flesh. his pace on your bundle of nerves picks up, with your juices dripping on his pad thoma easily rolls the digits across your puffy clit until an orgasm bubbles to the surface.
instead of speaking out loud your voice carries through the nerves of your body, twitching through the skin and muscles rippling in effect. thoma is on fire—his cock is painfully aching in his pants but he has to feel you cum, he needs to know how much you can diminish because of him. “that’s right, be a good girl and cum for me” thoma whispers again in your ear, placing a kiss on your cheek while his fingers slide into your walls, curling the digits until it hits just that perfect spot.
within a splinter of a second you’re on the urge of cumming, thoma could probably do the same with how pretty you sound or how wet you are but he’d rather hold back for now because in this moment is far too perfect to be interrupted by him. instead he coaxes the orgasm out, flicking his wrist just right until he feels you gush around his fingers.
you cave against yourself as you ride the orgasm out on his fingers, whimpering when the over sensitivity jolts through your body, thoma pulls his fingers from your shorts to place them on his tongue before wrapping his arms around you once more, “want to be my good girl again and do that on my cock?”
☉ 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨
“are you going to fuck me or what? it’s been a whole day” itto utters from the floor, a set of peculiar crimson orbs glare at you from his position and you’re left speechless, looking down at him as he ignores your vision set permanently on the way you can clearly see his cock strained in his pants.
“i need you princess, i need you now” you’re trying not to trip over your words as itto mutters the begging call, he’s desperately looking at you as if his world is about to be torn apart, whining when you again give him no answer.
“baby look, i love you and i love your pretty pussy and i need it right now or i might just die” itto urges, standing to his feet as he makes himself to a spot beside you, heavily leaning over your body while his palms are placed on either side of your body. “i’m not saying right at this moment but i’m really fucking hard and i want you to know that” he adds but with more of a needily tone.
and honestly—could you really blame yourself for caving to his demands when itto looks so good under you? clothes scattered across the ground now, your fingers digging into the plushness of his chest, using them as leverage while you hoist your aching pussy over his cock, one sink in and itto’s lungs deflate in a defeating moan.
“oh fuck, feels like you needed this more than me, pretty” itto tries to add charm to his voice but it’s cracking, with every bounce on his cock and he’s already wanting to cum deep inside you. the way your tits move so perfectly, the slick between your thighs dripping down to his balls and the pure urge to fill you up endlessly is driving itto completely insane.
itto takes his rough palms slapping them on your hips, gripping the flesh as he rides you harder down on him. only the whites of his eyes exist while you look down at itto, drool slipping through the corners of his mouth and his hot cum unknowingly filling you up as you keep rocking itto into another orgasm and he needed you—but seems like you needed him too.
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cw: dom!gn reader, reader has a cock, mentions of domination loss, breeding, dirty talk, name calling, cervix fucking, degradation
Yae Miko, a woman both respected and feared by the people of Inazuma. She's known for many things— whether it be for her reputation as the Lady Guuji of the Grand Narukami shrine or as the most trusted companion of the Shogun.
But you mostly knew her to be a sly vixen.
She'd tease you endlessly for the most trivial of matters; telling you the filthy things she wants to do to you in public with her signature smirk as if she were talking about the weather.
Though, when Miko is in heat, all of her smugness fades away. She becomes shameless; begging for you to fill her up, telling you that it hurts and you're the only one that can help, as if she wasn't acting all high and mighty just the day before.
She'd leave work early, cancel whatever meetings she had scheduled for what she called "personal reasons". Not that anyone could do anything about it, lest they want to bear the wrath of the Shogun.
You already knew what was going on when Miko suddenly called you to her room; and you were certainly going to make the most of this rare opportunity.
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You weren't exactly surprised when you opened the door to the sight of Miko thrusting a dildo in and out of her dripping cunt. "A-ah.. you're here. Perfect timing." She tries to keep her voice steady as she speaks; not stopping her motions when you enter the room
"Dear. I want- need you to fuck me." Miko says as you close the door behind you, her pace getting quicker. "Mm.. seems you're already having plenty of fun, though." You tease as you start taking your clothes off.
Miko whines at your words. "Come on, don't be like that... You know these toys can't fill me up like you do." She takes the toy out completely; the loss of contact making her whimper.
Miko spreads her cunt using her fingers, smirking at you. "Look, I'm so wet for you already. Won't you fill me up, please?" She says in an innocent, yet mocking tone— her cunt throbbing around nothing.
Yae Miko, always so demanding— whether she's on top or not. You thought to yourself. Really, she had no right telling you what to do in her position. You were the best thing she had to quell her thirst, after all.
But what were you supposed to do? Not fuck her into submission? Not break her and make her apologize for all the times she's provoked you? Not breed her with your cum?
No. You were going to savor each and every pathetic plea, moan, and sound that came out of Miko's filthy mouth.
So of course, you pound her into the mattress relentlessly; her hands grasping at the sheets and her tail wrapped around your waist.
"I'm sorry- ngh..! Mmph.. 'm sorry.." she whined pathetically; small moans and an incoherent mess of apologies and begging falling from her lips as you fuck your cum back into her.
"Yeah? You like that, cockslut? You like getting filled with my cum?" You say breathlessly, still pounding into her. One particular thrust has her eyes rolling back, nails digging into your back as she warns you.
"I'm gonna cum, fuck..! Gonna c-" Miko couldn't even finish her words before her body spasmed with pleasure; her fluids forming a ring around the base of your length.
Her eyes were half lidded from the pleasure, her mascara ruined, her previously perfect lipstick smudged all over the place— the sight was pornographic.
Regardless, you kept on moving your hips. After all, Miko needed you. It was her that wanted you to fuck her nonstop until her heat was over. And what she wants, she'll get.
She'll take whatever you give to her; loud moans and gasps escaping her as she mutters a few 'thank you's and 'more's. "Greedy fox. You still want more?" You thrust deep into her, hitting her cervix and causing her stomach to bulge.
"More! So good, your cock feels so good..!" Miko moans, biting her lower lip as you hit the same spot over and over again. With a blissed sigh, she cums for the umpteenth time— a mixture of your fluids staining the sheets.
With the way she's wrapping her tail and legs around you, you have a feeling you two aren't done yet.
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