#{inbox fics}

[these-detestable-hands]

Erk and Priscilla moment!!!!!

Had another scene planned but I knew you guys would instantly explode me if I made Erk hurt more so it was not included

@beantothemax @crabknee

Escorting Priscilla was just what Erk needed after the last few clients. All those noble borns had been obnoxious, but Serra especially wore her down. To finally travel with a reasonable person was like a dream come true.

They always walked some paces ahead with a tome in hand, on the look out for potential enemies. Priscilla had become a friend, but she was also a target at risk of being assassinated.

She listened the rhythmic clop clop clop of Priscilla's beloved horse behind her. The sound of birds, rustling leaves and water seemed to disappear, only the hooves hitting the ground remained...

Their eyelids grew impossibly heavy and looking for threats became a chore. Perhaps she could slack just this once, they were in a secluded area and Priscilla wasn't an idiot...

They walked some paces more with shut eyes before their legs began to wobble.

"Erk?" Priscilla called out.

She climbed down from her horse, running to Erk's side as they collapsed where they stood.

"Erk!" she cried as she shook them.

"Huh? I'm awake," they yawned.

"You fell asleep?"

"What? Oh, no, of course not, I'm-" Erk yawned, "I'm fine."

Priscilla helped her stand and looked in her barely open eyes. They were bloodshot with great grey circles under them.

"You're too tired to walk," Priscilla sighed.

"I'm fine, I swear it," Erk muttered.

"No, you're not. Get on my horse."

She protested as much as she could, which wasn't very much as she knew better than to physically harm people. Priscilla gave them a hand, pulling them up to sit behind her on the horse.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," she instructed.

Erk did as told and immediately leaned forwards, only half awake as her head rested on Priscilla's shoulder.

"You work too hard, no one should be falling asleep while they walk," Priscilla sighed.

"It's not that," Erk whispered.

"So you know what caused this?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me what it is? I want to help you."

She got no response. That wasn't unusual for Erk. If she didn't want to talk about something, she would not answer. Oh well. Priscilla would interrogate her about it after they had found a town to rest in.

- - -

When Erk awoke, she lay on something far too soft and warm to be the sleeping bags she and Priscilla used. With a jump, she sat up, instinctively reaching for a tome that wasn't there.

But they finally looked around, seeing Priscilla sitting with a good book on a nice armchair only some meters from their bed.

"Where are we? What happened!?" they demanded.

"You fell asleep while we were walking so I brought you to the closest inn. I think we should stay here a full day so you can rest," Priscilla explained.

"I see," Erk sighed, sitting back down on her bed.

She recalled her nightmare, quickly attempting to dismiss it again as the images of what Louise had done became too much to handle. They grimaced as the images refused to leave. Pent had once teared up when Erk returned home with cuts and bruises, he would never harm her like he did in her dream...

"Erk?" Priscilla asked so sweetly.

They looked up to see their friend stand before them, her face softening when their eyes met.

"I think you're sick. We should stay here until you've recovered," she said.

"But we're looking for your family," Erk weakly protested.

"There's no point in having my family back if you die of exhaustion along the way, you're important to me too."

With a gentle hand, Priscilla felt her forehead. She thought for some moments before fishing medicine from the bottom of her bag. She really was a caring friend. Erk didn't deserve her, or at least they felt that.

After they had taken the medicine, they found their mind kept drifting back to the nightmare. Neither of their caretakers would ever even think of hurting them how their dream depicted. She wanted to forget it but it stayed as though it had always been there.

"Priscilla," they said.

"Yes, Erk?" Priscilla asked.

"I'm ready to say why I've been so tired," they muttered, "If you'll listen."

She set her book aside and sat beside her friend, eager to help with their problems however she could.

Erk described her nightmare, every gorey detail of how Pent and Louise had practically tortured her and how it felt like it lasted for days despite the few hours she had actually been asleep. She said how she could not think of anything else no matter how hard she tried.

Throughout it all, they kept glancing at Priscilla's face in desperate attempts to figure out what she felt. She wasn't upset, nor did she look eerily calm, she did truly look like she was concerned. But it didn't seem right. The last person Erk had told of these nightmares called her crazy and she had told no one since.

"I'm sorry you have nightmares like that," Priscilla started.

She thought for a while as Erk still stared at her, half expecting her to say something horribly mean despite her usual kindness.

Priscilla did nothing to indicate any anger, but Erk thought otherwise. She would misinterpret anything, find the slightest hint of anger and twist it beyond recognition until she had a reason to hide. She never liked hiding, never enjoyed isolating herself, but it felt right when she had done something horribly wrong, such as opening up.

"Sorry I said all that," Erk mumbled.

"No, it's okay. Thank you for telling me," Priscilla smiled, "Let's go, you'll feel better after we eat."

Erk stood, following behind with a soft smile as Priscilla led her around town. By the end of their meal, they had spoken so much of magic that she had forgotten all about the nightmare. The nightmares became more infrequent as she spent more time with Priscilla.

#Inbox fics #Rgb rpg

[beantothemax]

Deep in the woods, surrounded by looming trees long stripped of their leaves, 7 travellers slept soundly.

High above them, birdhouses clacked together and windchimes sang an eerie tune of things to come.

Deep in the woods, a creature prowled, observing the travellers as they dreamt. One caught its attention, and it slipped away with the person’s bag, vials and jars clinking together in a soft melody.

Deep in the forest of dead trees, 7 travellers woke up unexpectedly. They weren’t sure what had stirred them, but all of them were on edge. Agitated. Unsure.

Tressa drew her knees up to her chest, examining the terrain around her. It should have been morning, or at least dawn, but nothing except eerie darkness surrounded them, cloaking them in shadows unwanted.

Primrose sat up, clutching her knife close to her heart. “...What’s going on?” she asked, and Olberic shook his head, reaching for his sword.

“I am unsure, but it can’t be good. It would be wise to stay together for the time being, until we figure out what is happening,” he said.

H’aanit rose to her knees, reaching for her bow and quiver of arrows. Linde stalked over to her, crouched low and ready to hunt. The feline’s tail flicked in agitation.

Above them, the wind slammed together birdhouses strung up in the barren trees, and tossed the brazen windchimes about as though they were no more than silverware. Tressa jumped at the sudden sound, and Cyrus made his way over to her bedroll, hugging her close and murmuring comforts.

Far away, the sound of keening echoed across the dead valley, the cry of something injured reverberating among them all. Alfyn made to grab his satchel, but came up empty.

“What the... Has anyone seen my satchel?” he asked, scanning his bedroll for it. Everyone denied seeing it, and he frowned.

His eyes drifted over to the forest, where he saw his bag laying just beyond the trees. He wandered over to it, and went to pick it up.

As he crouched down, something snarled in victory, pale fingers that were far too long to be human grabbing his ankles, and dragging him into the woods.

He cried out, hands scrambling for purchase but coming up with nothing but bloodied fingers. Tressa screamed and tried to grab him, but fell just short. She shouted Alfyn’s name, and was met with silence. Primrose grabbed her and pulled her away from the woods, and the last thing Alfyn heard before succumbing to the void of the trees was Primrose’s frenzied cry of “no! It’s too dangerous to go after him, you’ll get killed!”

As he was dragged further into the forest, he kicked at his captor. The creature didn’t seem to notice as it continued to lug him through the trees.

As they plunged further and further into the woods, light grew brighter and brighter. Soon, he saw the beast that had captured him in the full glory of the moon’s light.

It was abnormally tall, with pale gaunt skin, jutting bones, messy white hair woven with dead flowers, a sunken face, broad horns like an elk’s, and lanky limbs. Dead-looking green eyes observed him with a primal sort of hunger, finally stopping its journey and dropping Alfyn.

Much to Alfyn’s surprise, the creature shifted into something less terrifying.

The thing- or person- he was now looking at had that same hair, but his face was less sunken, his skin less gaunt, and was now clothed in purple, with an ornate dagger at his side.

To further stun Alfyn, the creature spoke.

“...Are... You Zeph...?” He asked, eyes drifting reluctantly from Alfyn’s face to the bag sitting between them. Zeph’s name was stitched into the side. Alfyn looked up from the bag, and so did the creature. “Nah. My name is Alfyn,” he answered, feeling oddly at ease with the creature. Perhaps it was the effect of its transformation, or perhaps it was because it was more docile now.

“...Therion,” the creature replied, pointing at himself. He seemed a bit unsure of himself, as though he wasn’t certain what his name was.

“Therion, eh? That’s a nice name,” Alfyn said, and Therion wrinkled his nose.

“Medicine Man,” he said derisively, and Alfyn couldn’t help but snort.

“Medicine Man?” He asked incredulously, and Therion pointed at the satchel.

“You have medicine. You are a man. Medicine Man. Simple.”

Alfyn cackled, completely caught off-guard. As he recovered his composure, he saw Therion looking oddly proud of himself.

“...So, Therion, why did you take me?” He asked, and Therion met his gaze with that hungry look.

“You... Are interesting. I’m so hungry... But I will not eat you,” he replied, and Alfyn blinked.

“What...? Interesting...?”

“You wanted to help me. I was the one crying in the woods. I could tell someone wanted to help me. Sensed it. It was you, Alfyn. You wanted to help a poor monster.”

“Monster!?” Alfyn stepped back out of instinct, but froze himself before he could run away. Therion nodded.

“Yes. Do not misunderstand- I did nothing. It was simply a stroke of misfortune that cost me my life as a human.”

“...Wrong place, wrong time,” Alfyn murmured, and Therion grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.

“You understand, then.”

Therion turned his gaze to the sky, traces of blood red and golden yellow beginning to leak across the velvet of the night sky.

“I will return you to your camp. Speak nothing of me or my existence,” Therion said, offering a hand to Alfyn, who accepted it.

“I won’t tell anyone a word of what I saw,” he promised, then paused. “...Will I see you again, Therion?”

Therion examined his expression, his own softening. “If that is what you wish,” he replied.

Alfyn smiled.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll be seeing you soon. Now, let’s get back to camp. The others are probably worried out of their minds.”

And they walked, hand in hand, to the edge of the forest, to the bridge between their two worlds that only one of them could cross.

HUH????? WHAHAV???!?!??????? HAH?????????????? PARDON?????????

#MAV EXPLAIN #asks #WHY IS THERI A CREATURE #adventures-of-turnabout #inbox fics

[pray4saint]

i love all the requests in my inbox saint 🫶

i love sending them in 🤭🫶🏽

just wait until i drop a whole fic in your inbox

#saint's inbox !! #saint's friends: honey !! #inbox fics

[sttoru]

thinking of dating older bf!satoru. . .and i’m talking like you’re in your early 20’s and he’s in his early 30’s.

the way he texts at the start of your blooming relationship is super attractive somehow. like the most simplest of texts would get you weak in the knees. texts like ‘good morning, sweetheart.’ // ‘how’s my pretty girl doing?’ // ‘there’s my gorgeous girl.’ // ‘rise ‘n shine, sleepyhead.’ // ‘it’s okay, baby. i understand.’ // ‘you never fail to amaze me, huh.’

or when you’re being very risky via your messenger app, older bf!satoru is definitely the type to say ‘careful.’ // ‘you’re gonna get me in trouble.’ // ‘you’re being quite brave today, doll. // ‘aww, how adorable of you.’ // ‘mhm? that so?’

also . . . gives you money out of the blue. randomly. doesn’t question it at all. or sends expensive gifts your way too without you asking. older bf!satoru would text you stuff like; ‘here’s some money, gorgeous. want you to spoil yourself for me today, okay?’ // ‘just a little gift.’ // ‘you deserve a break, baby. here you go.’ // ‘got you something small.’

and then you check your bank account and it’s an easy $200 / $500 / $800 ++ added by him. or when he’s sending gifts to your apartment, it’s gonna be one of them reaaaaal expensive ones. probably ones you eyed before or had mention you liked very briefly, but didn’t get it because of the price.

definitely also the type to try and accommodate or match his texting style to yours as the months go by. kinda to match your energy. perhaps fails horribly at it, but it’s cute to see him try.

#sttoru chats. #just wrote my thoughts down rlly quick LOL #self indulgent af but if yall want any fics w older bf!satoru let me know in my inbox teeheee might even make a series of it #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x you #gojo x you #cw age gap #cw age difference

[ghostlyfleur]

whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰

f u c k

steve harrington is such a daddy.

he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!

steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….

especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*

but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*

and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him

“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”

so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵‍💫

#steve inbox! #fairy writes #steve harrington (harmo’s version) #daddy!steve harrington #soft dom!steve harrington #boyfriend!steve harrington #desperate!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x shy!reader #steve x you #steve x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fic #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington hc #steve harrington smut

[pinkifiedbows]

Feel something.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠!: blackfem reader. eren calls reader: baby, mama. Reader calls him daddy, rennie/ren etc. creampie! Hair pulling, daddy kink. Eren refers to readers pussy as “her”! Riding, and doggystyle….and maybe some misspelling which I apologize for! I think that’s it!!

You swore to yourself never again. That you would never again sleep with the man that provided you with your weed. But in this moment, with the smoke in the air, the way both of your chests floated with each breath, the way he looked at you with his lips parted as he took another drag at the blunt. It made you feel so needy, you needed him.

“You good mama?” He said passing the blunt to you. His bushy eyebrows furrowed when you shook your head and declined the blunt.

“whatchu need baby?” He asked placing the blunt in the ashtray that sat on the nightstand beside your bed, and gave you his full attention once again.

“You. Make me feel something ren.” You said as you looked him in his eyes and made your way closer to him on the couch. Your facial expression brightened as you watched him spread his legs open and pat his lap, you smiled at him watching you straddle his strong thighs.

“You’re in charge mama, use me.” He said as he tied back his hair in a messy bun and smirked at you. As soon as you smashed your lips on his, Eren’s strong veiny hands made their way to grip and hold your ass. The kiss you two shared was so passionate. Eren’s grip on your ass tightened once you gave his tongue access to explore your mouth. You let out soft moans as your hands gripped the leftover hairs on his neck.

“Mmmhpf ren.” You let out once you two pulled away. Eren’s hand made its way to your dripping cunt. “Damn baby, you’re already so wet.” Eren said as he smirked feeling your wetness drip down his wrist. You frowned at his teasing and tugged on his waistband.

“Undress f’me Rennie.” You said as you moved off his pelvis and sat to the side of him to remove your clothing. Once you both were naked, Eren pulled you back on top of him, and watched you with lazy eyes as you stroked and spit on his needy cock.

You placed your delicate hands on his abs to hold yourself up as you lowered yourself on his dick. “Ouuu baby!” You moaned, feeling his huge cock stretch you out, it was like you could feel his tip kiss and touch everything, just as well as every vein.

“Fuck mama! That’s it.” Eren groaned out once you started moving up and down on his dick. His eyes were shut tight as he threw his head back, your pussy was so tight it felt like you were choking his dick, trying to drain him for all he’s got.

“Mmmhm eren! s’good daddy.” You cried out to him, leaving sex marks on the pale area of his neck. You were salivating at the feeling of his big dick running through your insides. You left out a squeak the second you felt him grip your hips and place you on your stomach.

“Arch f’daddy baby.” Eren said watching you, rubbing his leaky red tip. A smile formed on his pretty face as you did what you were told.

“Good fucking girl.” Eren praised as he circled his tip around your needy hole before slamming inside. Your eyes widened and rolled to the back of your head, it felt like he was in your throat. It felt so good, it was almost suffocating.

“Ouu! Erennn!” You screamed out his name, almost out of breath with each fast thrust.

“I know mama I know. Fuck! Who’s pussy is this baby? Hmm?” Eren moaned out as he led his left hand to grip onto your hair, leaving his right hand to guide and grip your hips into nothing but submission. He slightly pulled back on your hair and slapped your ass, when his question was answered with nothing but whimpers. “Answer daddy mama.”

“Y-yours Eren! It’s all yours baby please. Oh fuck!” You whimpered, tears streaming down your beautiful face as you felt your stomach knotting and that familiar warm feeling on your pelvis. You could tell Eren was close too, you could tell just from the way his grip on you tightened, like he needed something to keep him up straight or else he’d fall, weakened from all the pleasure you were giving him.

And Eren wasn’t stupid, he read your body like a book. Reading your signs, until you’d climax on his pretty cock. “Come on baby. Let go f’me, I know you want to.” He said moving his hand down to play with your swollen bud. “Listen to her talk to me baby.” He whimpered at the sounds of your wet pussy squelching from his strokes and his fingers.

“Mmhmm!! Ren! Im cumming!” You screamed as you creamed all over his dick. Before you could come down from your high, you felt Eren painting your walls completely white with his heavy load.

#eren x black fem!reader #eren x black reader #x black reader #black reader #aot x black reader #plug eren #aot x black y/n #anime x black!reader #first fic! #inbox open #eren smut #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x reader #black reader smut #aot smut

[bloodbruise]

@jegulus-microfic | april 26: aimless | 1,276 words | trans! regulus

james does regulus' tape binding aftercare <3

James lingers in the doorway, quietly observing Regulus in their softly lit bathroom.

He's perched on the ledge of the bathtub, seemingly lost in thought, his head bowed and fingers idle and aimless where they trace the rim of it. He's shirtless, clad in only boxers and socks. His bare thighs press against the cool porcelain, causing goosebumps to rise there. Soft, late evening light leaks from the window, casting gentle shadows against his frame. 

Outside, the rhythmic passing of cars punctuates the stillness, their headlights casting golden beams that dance across the wet asphalt. The nearby stoplight's red glow mingles with them, creating a surreal mix of colors on the shimmering pavement.

There's a soft rustle of movement as James enters the room behind Regulus, moving to the sink. He sifts through the contents of their vanity, hands passing over their shared face wash and the cup holding their toothbrushes to retrieve the items needed for Regulus' tape aftercare. Deft hands gather oil, washcloths, cotton swabs, and salve before placing them on the bathtub ledge. He approaches Regulus with a tenderness reserved only for moments like these, for him. 

"Ready, love?" James' voice breaks the silence with a mellow murmur. He settles his weight behind him. 

Regulus turns his head, giving a small nod against his own shoulder. "Yeah," he says, voice crackling from disuse. 

James leans in to press a kiss between Regulus' shoulder blades. He lingers there for a moment. This close, he can see the faint dusting of freckles that mark his back. They're spattered across the skin like spray from a wave on sand. Speckles in shades of russet, sepia, and chocolate dance across his pale skin, shifting as Regulus shivers lightly. As James' lips leave his back, the muscles beneath those pretty dots tremble.

James reaches for the oil, uncaps it, and warms it between his hands. He presses both his palms to Regulus, carefully smoothing the oil over the edges of the tape. His touch follows the span of the tape from Regulus' back, under his arms, to the front of his chest. His movements are slow and practiced, designed as much to reassure as to treat. The oil glistens slightly on Regulus' skin, catching the dim light as it begins to soften the adhesive.

As they wait for the tape to loosen, a comfortable silence settles over them, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city and their own quiet breathing. James doesn't stop his ministrations; his fingers continue to trace gentle paths along Regulus' shoulders, the back of his neck, following the delicate contours of his shoulder blades. These moments are so special to him; he wants Regulus to feel loved through his actions, to experience the same palpable surge of affection with each pass of his hands that James feels. There is so much trust that Reg offers him in these moments—it's intimate. James is the only person Regulus allows to see the most vulnerable parts of himself, and that knowledge alone makes James' heart swell with fondness and love. He has never loved someone as he does Regulus.

Regulus, Regulus, Regulus. 

Sometimes, James thinks Regulus was crafted specifically for him; as if the cosmos themselves conspired to mold him to perfectly complement the contours of James' own body, his own soul. Looking back, it's almost silly to him now—he thought he knew what love was like before him. His heart was already overflowing with it for Sirius, his mum, his dad, his friends. He's always had big emotions, brimming with affection and fierce protectiveness for the people around him. He's always cared deeply and felt profoundly, but nothing could have prepared him for the depth of feeling that Regulus brought into his life.

James knows nothing, nobody else could ever make him feel like this.

He settles his hands on the edges of the tape on Regulus' left side. "Gonna take it off now, okay?"

"Yeah, okay James. Go ahead"

James pulls at the tape gently, easing it from the skin. He's careful not to pull too hard or move too fast, patient as he works. He grabs Regulus' bicep, thumb pressing into the underside, fingers curling over. "Lift your arm up, Reg," he instructs softly.

Regulus raises his arm, holding it aloft as James' hand moves back down to steady the skin being separated from the tape. He can't resist pausing to press a kiss to the underside of his bicep before continuing to peel off the tape there. When he encounters a tough spot, where the tape still clings to his skin, James reaches for more oil. He warms it between his fingers once again before lightly holding the piece back, rubbing it into the seam between Regulus' skin and the tape until it loosens enough for him to continue. He carefully removes the first piece, then works at a second, a third, before repeating the process on Regulus' right side.

There's still a faint trace of leftover adhesive where the edges of the tape once were. So, James takes a cotton swab, dips it in oil, and meticulously traces the outlines left by the pieces. He moves slowly, with deliberate delicacy, mindful of the soreness of his skin.

Once he's satisfied, James fetches the washcloth. He soaks it in warm, soapy water and carefully cleans the area, wiping away excess oil and any lingering traces of the day. Then he reaches for the salve—the last physical part of their routine, though James knows the comfort it brings goes beyond just the skin. Two of his fingers dip into the container, scooping up the soothing balm. James is so careful with him, his fingers so gentle as they spread the salve, taking extra care with the tender skin under his arms and over his ribs. He traces the rungs of them, then the dip of his chest, making sure no skin is left uncared for.

James then grabs what's technically his own shirt—a worn, soft thing that Regulus has claimed as his own, his favorite pajama top—from the ledge of the sink. He helps Regulus slip it over his head, taking advantage of every second he allows him to be so close, to take care of him.

"Feeling okay?" James asks once Regulus is settled.

He trails his hand at the hem of his shirt, slipping it underneath to rest gently on his stomach, careful not to brush the newly cared-for skin or his chest. 

Regulus hums an affirmative, "mhmm." Eyes closing and head tipping back as he nods.

"I'm not just asking about your skin, love," James whispers. It's tough for Regulus sometimes, taking the tape off, sitting with his chest. It's a necessity though, for his well-being, despite the discomfort it brings. And James always does everything within his power to make it easier for him. He knows he can't fix everything, but he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to.

Regulus reaches back, his palm sliding from James' elbow to his hand beneath his shirt, their fingers intertwining at his stomach. Their faces are so close that Regulus' cheek drags against James' as he turns his head, planting a soft kiss on James' cheek. "I do, I feel okay. I promise," he murmurs, giving James a warm smile.

Leaning back into James' frame, Regulus lets his weight settle comfortably against him. "You make it easier," he breathes out, words floating into the space between them. Another kiss, "Thank you. I love you."

James holds him a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, heart swelling just a little bit more. "I love you too."

#i wonder if the transphobes in my inbox realize that all that they accomplish is motivating me to write more trans reg sooo #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders fanfic #james x regulus

[vagabond-umlaut]

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‣ this is merely a list of works i've enjoyed reading. kindly heed the tags and warnings in each of them and consume content responsibly, at your own discretion. ‣ that being said, i own neither these fics nor the characters. enjoy reading! 🥰

⇌ Conquest (SukunaXReader) (series) by JellyBelly531 on ao3 [I can't say anything on this series here, except, to request you to read this— provided you're fine with the tags and warnings the author has given. This is an absolute delight for those who love Trueform!Sukuna set in a canon-y historical backdrop. A 200% masterpiece, I'm tellin' ya! :))]

⇌ Sukuna with reader whos just dumb (hcs) by @poe-daydreams on tumblr [Humor, Fluff, Humor, Fluff, Humor— Comedy at its finest :D]

⇌ rhymes (oneshot) by @tender-rosiey on tumblr [Tooth-rotting fluff ft. Dad!Sukuna and his adorably menacing attitude xDD]

⇌ Tribe leader/Viking Sukuna (hcs) by @yuujispinkhair on tumblr [Terrifying 'Kuna + Charming 'Kuna + Protective 'Kuna + Soft 'Kuna + Husband 'Kuna + Dad 'Kuna— what more do you need, hmmm? ^_^]

⇌ Black Magic (twoshot) by sukirichi on ao3 [Arranged Marriage with Enemies-to-Lovers dynamics and Scary™️ Househusband 'Kuna— an ALL TIME FAVOURITE FIC of mine, for sure ^_^]

⇌ Little Monster (oneshot belonging to a series) by @lemonlover1110 on tumblr [A sweet combination of the tropes: Dad!Sukuna & Sukuna being Sukuna. I really love the way 'Kuna is in-character in this fic :))]

⇌ to satiate, seduce, and to sin. (oneshot) by @poe-daydreams on tumblr [For the twisted-yet-loving!Sukuna fuckers lovers like me ;)]

⇌ To the end (7 chapters) by @yuujispinkhair on tumblr [One Of THE very best Zombie Apocalypse AUs I've ever read. Please keep tissues close to you for the sad tears, then the happy tears. I ugly-cried while reading this, no kidding :))]

⇌ 7/11 (oneshot) by astreaborn on ao3 [Perfect way to lift your spirits, if you're ever feeling down. The characterizations are so well written... Just go read it, please. You will not regret it— I'm 10^10 times sure of this!! :))]

⇌ "make me (yours)." (oneshot) by @ancient-vivarium on tumblr [Age gap romance with rich older bf!Sukuna, ft. slow burn, fluff and SPICE— this is what one should call GIRL BREAKFAST, LUNCH & DINNER! ;DD]

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[turtletaubwrites]

My Pretty Little Thief

Thank you @wallachianblood for this request! The idea and prompts were so cute, and I had way too much fun with it 😊🔥 I hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Ace x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2004

Ao3 Link

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Summary: Ace knows where he left his hat. But when it's not there, he hunts it down, only to discover the culprit. How can he convince the thief to return his precious hat?

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Nipple Play, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Wrap it up y'all), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Just a bit of, Rough Sex, Temperature Play, Playful Sex, Teasing, Kind of Mention of Public Sex, (Ace just wants people to hear), Creampie, Maybe tiny Dacryphilia? (you have one tear that he thinks is "cute"), Pet Names, Fluff and Smut

A/N: I adore this man!! This one just feels super sweet and playful to me. Enjoy!

“I swore I hung it up here,” Ace muttered to himself as he scratched his head, holding up a towel around his waist.

He recalled taking off his hat, hanging it on the door, and heading into the showers. 

Narrowing his eyes at the empty hook, he yawned before heading to his quarters. 

I know I didn’t leave it in here…

His room was a bit of a mess, and Ace sucked his teeth at the sight of the clothes on the floor. 

He knew it couldn’t be down there, but he had to check, annoyance building the longer his hat wasn’t in sight. 

Keeping one hand on his towel, Ace got to his knees, leaning down to check under his bed.

“Ahem.”

Ace tensed, flipping around to see his door close, but his eyes were only on you.

You.

“Bam, got ya,” you said, mocking his voice as you pointed finger guns his way. You brought a finger to your lips, blowing imaginary smoke his way.

Ace’s eyes raked over your bare skin, loving the way your breathing hitched when he watched you. All you wore were cowboy boots, a belt around your waist, and… 

“That’s my hat,” Ace teased, just a hint of threat in his words. He sat on the ground, leaning his back against the side of the bed. 

“Are you sure? I think it looks better on me.”

“Oh,” he asked with a laugh, shaking his head at you. “Why don’t you come a little closer, and I’ll take a look?”

You bounced on your toes for a moment, giving him the cutest fucking smile before shaking your head.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“Trust me,” Ace questioned, mock outrage given away by his shit eating grin. “You’re the thief. Guess I’ll have to take it back from you myself.”

He loved the look in your eyes when you watched him stand, leaving the towel on the floor. The way your eyes widened every time his cock sprang loose, as if you could never get enough of him. 

You held your finger guns out to ward him off, but he just grabbed your wrists, leaning down to kiss your fingers.

“Bam,” you breathed, shooting a fake bullet against his lips.

“Oh no, you got me!”

Ace cried out, falling to his knees as you giggled, his warm hands sliding up and down on your thighs. 

“Looks like I’ll have to take you down to get what’s mine.”

Your laughter turned into a gasp as he pushed your back against the door. 

He wrapped one hand into the belt at your waist, holding you firm, then spread your thighs with the other.

“My hat does look pretty good on you from down here, sugar. But I’m still gonna take it from you.”

Your reply was cut short by the press of warm lips against your core, his tongue dipping into your wet folds so fast you felt dizzy. 

You felt him chuckle against your skin as you wobbled, and he gripped your belt harder, forcing your hips where he wanted them. 

“Such a brazen thief, I wonder what kind of punishment you deserve.”

He watched you moan and writhe, pressing yourself up against the door. 

“Who knew criminals could taste this sweet?”

He swirled his tongue around your clit before sucking it between his teeth. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder as he shoved his tongue into you as deep as he could go. 

“F-Fuck, Ace…”

“Oh, is my little villain already sorry? Ready to give me what’s mine?”

A cute whimper left your throat, but all you did was shake your head. 

He grinned, then sucked your clit back into his mouth. Then he made his tongue warm, and warmer, and hot, until you yelped, trying to pull away from him. He stopped the heat, but he didn’t let you escape, yanking on that belt while you squirmed. 

“Can’t take the heat…”

Ace teased you, pulling back to kiss your thighs. He looked up at your pretty face, your skin all flushed for him. 

He stood, pressing you against the door, his cock twitching as it traced against your skin. 

“You wanted to be a cowgirl, huh, baby?”

He grabbed your hands again, kissing them while you caught your breath.

Pulling one hand away, you pointed your finger at his heart with another breathy ‘bam.’

Ace let out a surprised, and joyful laugh. You were always so fun, so beautiful, so free. And you always seemed to want him. 

He lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, twisting your fingers into his still damp hair. 

He had planned on taking you to the bed, but when your wet cunt rubbed along his cock, he lost all rational thought, head leaning forward to moan in your ear. 

Your back hit the door again, and you felt the wood groan from the weight. 

“Wait–”

Your eyes rolled back as he rubbed his length along your clit, covering himself in your need for him. 

“Ace…”

His head was buried in your neck, breathing in your scent, and the sound of his name on your lips was everything. 

He lined himself up, holding you against the door. Slowly pushing into your tight, wet pussy, he moaned softly as your body clenched around his with every inch. 

“Ace,” you moaned, this time your voice was high and strained as you fought to stay quiet against the door.

“My pretty little thief,” he rasped in your ear, thrusting so fucking slowly into you. 

There was no better feeling than sinking himself into you, hearing your soft breaths, feeling your frantic heart. 

The aching pressure building in you made you shake, and you were clawing at his back as you tried to stay up, and stay quiet. 

“Please,” you stuttered, moaning again as he tilted his hips up into you. 

“Alright, cowgirl.”

Ace finally took you away from the door, fingers digging into your ass as he slammed you onto him a few times before walking to the bed. 

You had already lost. The hat was about to fall off your head from the way you twitched for him. 

You gasped as he climbed onto the mattress, standing on the edge as he turned. With his back to the bed, your eyes widened at his mischievous smile.

“Wait, Ace, don—“

“Hang on to my hat, gorgeous.”

“No!”

You grabbed his hat at the last second, hand pressing it onto your head as he let himself fall backwards onto the bed.

He laughed as he kept a firm grip on your hips, luckily keeping you in place as you fell.

But even with his effort to keep your body still on his, the slam onto the mattress made you both cry out.

You were reeling from the force of his cock, hitting so deep as you bounced onto the bed.

“Ace!”

You slapped his chest, still panting, trying to breathe.

He couldn’t help the laughter that burst out of him at your blown out eyes, your outrage diminished by the desperate way your mouth hung open. 

“Go on then, cowgirl. Take me for a ride.”

You let out what had to be a growl, pressing your hands down on his chest as you tried to fuck yourself onto his thick cock. 

With all that he’d already done to you, your body was limp and shaking. You rolled your hips, running your fingers along the muscles of his stomach, his chest, playing lightly with his nipples until he let out a breathy laugh. 

You gained some leverage, digging your boots into the bed as you started to lift off of him until just the tip of his cock was sunk into you.

Then you dropped down on him, your aching cunt sucking him in, the intense heat of his body filling you up.

“Your cock feels so good, Ace. I need you inside me everyday, baby.”

Needy whimpers left his throat, until your legs turned to jello, and you couldn’t keep up the pace.

“My pretty little cowgirl can’t ride? Do you want me to show you how, darlin’?”

“Mmhm,” you moaned, eyes heavy lidded as you nodded. 

“Ya gonna give me my hat back if I make you scream on my cock, princess?”

“Fuck, please, Ace.”

He thrust up into you abruptly, reaching a hand up to touch your beautiful face. He brushed away a cute little tear as you pressed your face against his warm hand.

“That didn’t sound like a yes. Guess I’d better not make deals with thieves.”

He stopped every movement, your own movement falling limp without his support.

“Wait, yes, please! Please make me come on your cock, I swear I’ll give your hat back.”

He rubbed his thumb over your drooling lips, smiling when you didn’t hesitate to suck it into your mouth. 

“There’s my pretty baby. Hold on tight.”

You gripped his chest again as he dug his heels into the mattress. He held the belt tight on your waist, using it to fuck up into you harder and faster than you were expecting so soon, and you let out a small, but filthy scream.

He kept thrusting as he laughed, so fucking pleased to watch you unravel for him.

“Already screamin’ for me, huh, baby? Looks like I get my hat back now.”

He sat up, pressing your bodies together as he rocked into you on his lap. 

Your faces were so close, breaths mixing as he teased raspy words in your ear.

“You look really good getting fucked in my hat, darlin’. You like getting in trouble, don’t ya?”

All you could could was moan, high and desperate. He could tell you were so close to that edge, and he needed it, needed you.

“You want me, baby?”

His question had you clenching on him harder, and he moaned while you answered.

“I want you so bad, Ace. I want you to fill me up. Fuck, please come inside me, I need you.”

His fingers dug into your thighs, body fighting not to give into your words that very second.

“Give me my hat back,” he said in a growl, watching your body shiver at his demand. With shaky hands, you lifted his hat up, your hair so adorably mussed, then set it on his head while he kept gently pushing into you. 

“Good girl.”

He flipped you onto your back, wasting no time. He pressed your thighs toward your shoulders, hunting for that spot that makes you melt.

You came almost instantly, knuckles shoved between your teeth as you tried, and failed, not to scream. 

Ace didn’t care if anyone heard. He loved that everyone knew how much you wanted him, loved hearing you scream his name.

He would have told you not to hide it now, but the sight of your sweet body, writhing underneath him, was too much. 

“Fuuckk... Coming, princess.”

“Ace!”

He used the belt like a handle again, shoving as deep inside you as he could. 

You milked his cock of every fucking drop, his come filling you, a wave of liquid heat inside you.

You were limp as he pressed slow kisses on your chest and face. Finally, you made little whimpers and squirmed as he pulled out of you. His eyes almost rolled back at the sight of his come spilling out of your messy little cunt.

“How’s my pretty hat thief?”

You hummed, a contented smile on your lips making him want to do this everyday. To make you feel good everyday. 

“I think you killed me,” you laughed, voice weak as you reached your hand up to touch his cheek. 

“I could never kill my little criminal,” he teased, kissing your lips so softly as his eyes melted into yours. 

“I love you too much.”

You pinched his cheek, face flushing as you grinned, the sight of you stopping his breath for a moment. 

“I love you too, Ace.”

Likes and reblogs bring me much ✨dopamine✨ thank you so much!

a/n: I would like to take him home and protect him from the world, pretty please??

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[lotte-s-web]

Hobie who fucks you to his own songs, and sex isn’t all soft and lovely when kick-ass British-hardcore punk music plays in the background.

— SAMO 🎸🥀⁉️

samo babe youre trying to kill me this is the first thing i saw when i got home😭😭 youre so right tho i HAD to write a thing

💿✩ ❝record ❞ hobie brown x gn!reader ✩💿

₊˚⭑ warnings: penetrative sex, teasing, hobie records reader's voice, overstimulation (i think?)

God knows how long it’s been since his record started playing, but all you know is that he’s been wrecking you for more than 3 orgasms. You’re shaking, hands uselessly gripping at the sheets as if it’d tether your mind to your body, as if you could do anything against the unrelenting pace of his hips. Your cheeks are damp with overstimulated tears, your voice raspy from all the noise you’ve been making.

But noise doesn’t matter when his music is so loud, blasting from all angles of the room and drowning out even the loudest of your moans. It drowns out the loud clapping noise your bodies make as his hips meet your ass, over, and over and over again, following the ever-changing rhythm of each of his band’s songs. The combination of the aggressive music blasting in your ears and his length making space within your body making you dizzy with pleasure.

Hobie groans from behind you, his lean frame fucking into you from the back as he keeps his hand on your hips to pull you back against him with each thrust. His other hand is pushing down on your back, forcing you to arch for him, holding you down despite the way you writhe under him and making you take each thrust into you. 

His skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, making his dark skin glisten in the dim lighting as if he was some god of the night. And with the way he was keeping you on the boundary between pain and pleasure tonight, it certainly felt like he was. 

He’s panting, groaning, and moaning above you, the rough and guttural sounds blending in with his song in a symphony that makes you clamp around him, your lust-addled mind soaking in his pleasure. His hips follow the aggressive beat of the drums, grating and angry guitar riffs pumping his veins with adrenaline and the energy to keep driving into you. His eyes zero on the way your greedy hole swallows in his cock as if it wasn’t enough, as if you hadn’t been complaining just a few minutes ago about it being too much. 

A new song plays, something even faster, even angrier. “Fuckin’ hell,” he grunts above you, stilling his pace to listen to the first few beats of this new song. The sudden stop gives you air to breathe, giving you time to gasp for air and thank whatever higher power there was for the much-needed break. Your face falls into his pillow, your body exhausted.

It’s just as sudden when he starts to move again, his hips pulling back and pushing back in, full force in one swift motion that makes you jolt, making you choke on your breath. The motion is repeated again, and again, and again in another swift rhythm that has you falling apart on his cock. It makes you whine into his pillow, trying to retreat from him in any way you could.

He clicks his tongue at that, disapproving, making his thrusts harder, making you moan louder. He removes his hand from your back to hold your cheeks in a firm grip, pulling your weakened body up flush against his chest. His mouth is right up in your ear as he continues his brutal pace, his fingers digging into the flesh on your hip and leaving purpling marks where they lay as he runs filth into your ear about how good he knows you sound. You can barely hear your own moans but his words ring loud and clear within the foggy state of pleasure he’s got you in.

“Wanna hear ya sing dove,” he groans into your ear, emphasizing each word with a thrust that hits right up against that gummy ridge that makes your eyes roll back and your mouth fall slack. He rests chin resting on the junction of your neck and shoulder, moaning into your skin as he starts to ramble in your ear. “Gonna— F–Fuck— gonna use i’ as yer audition tape, yeah? Mmmph— wanna show the band how fuckin’ pretty ya sound when y’re all fucked ou’ f’me.” 

You keen at the idea, getting his blood pumping hot through his body downwards to where he’s sheathed inside you, his grip on you tightening with every little noise that blends with his song. That’s when it hits him: an idea, a brilliant one. 

The hand on your hip moves away to scramble for something on the nightstand, your body trembling against his as he finds his tape recorder amidst the mess on the small table. He sets the device down underneath you and clicks a button, the cassette starting to roll just as he starts to move again, your whines and cries of pleasure all caught by his tape. You barely notice in your haze, too cockdrunk to even consider any resignations to the idea of you being recorded.

He hears your breath hitch at the idea of being recorded, your voice softly crying out his name in complaint. He chuckles, kisses your cheek then continues pumping up into you, murmuring into your ear, “who knows, hm? Migh’ even get ya on the next track li’ thi’.”

a/n: ik his accent here is shit guys MY BAD IM SORRY aghh its so hard to write it shfbdsh

๋࣭ ⭑ tag/s: @eyesxxyou, @s4mo-is-dead

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[these-detestable-hands]

ok so first things first HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! HOORAY YIPPEE!!!! WAHOO!!!!!!! INSERT ONE BILLION CYRUS PICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

second thing second, i have. bad news. i seem to have slightly overestimated my writing speed capabilities and the latest fe8 inbox fic is still not done.... its close tho! second section out of three is a little more than halfway done! however, as a compromise, your birthday gift shall be an exclusive sneak peek at said fic!!!! said peek of the sneek is here so i hope you enjoy :] (this section take place during the ch. 14 battle btw)

“Quit yapping and just grab something! Not that there’ll be much for you layabouts to do after we’re through, heh.” The soldier sneered as he hurried to get prepared. Whatever boosted his ego. Rennac didn’t have much faith in the soldiers he had seen so far, but they would hopefully hold off any enemies long enough for him to work through a chest or seven and slip away unnoticed. He- “…only had a key, this wouldn’t be such an issue…” Hm? Was that a… voice? It was coming from the other side of the door to outside… Rennac creeped towards it to listen in, “Hm…. flimsy hinges… mostly wood… we don’t need a key for this.” A new voice this time. Were they trying to break in? That was an problem. He wasn’t the only one to think this, seemingly, as a few other guards took notice of the voices and warily primed their weapons. “What do you mean we don’t-“ “Stand back, Artur. I know what to do.” Rennac took a good few dozen steps away from the entrance. “wh- LUTE NO-” “LUTE YES!” Smart of him to do that, for just a moment later the door exploded off its hinges and down the hall in a fiery burst, leaving behind a smoldering hole of a doorway with one very satisfied-looking sage (and an equally shocked bishop) staring down the new entrance, Elfire tome gripped tightly in one of said sage's hand with their other extended in a clear post-door-exploding position. A few soldiers weren’t as quick to move out of the way and were now desperately trying to writhe their way out of the fiery remains of the door. “Lute, I think Colm just found the k-" the bishop started, before the mage quickly interjected. “Too late, door’s gone, let’s move. Besides, we can use that key later now. I'm just being efficient." The mage shrugged, as if this was perfectly sound logic.

annnd that's all you get for now! hope you have a thoroughly excellent bday and that django falls asleep in a particularly sunny spot tonight!!!!!!

AUAUDUSJQJEJSJQJ!!!!!? THE EXCITEMENT GROWS!!!!!!! LUTE I LOVE THE SILLY AND HER WAY TOO WORRIED BF!!!!!

Bday was awesome, the headache from the wine lasted for 10 hours and I had to take paracetamol! Absolutely dreadful experience! Do not do this ever I am so serious Bean /gen

I'm also very sorry to say this but it's so so cloudy here because this is just how Scandinavia is (also British isles, Baltic trio and the other Nordics) it's why we're all depressed /hj. The sun was also only up for like 8 hours. Good news though, we all petted him so much and earlier today my sibling passed out back up on the couch and Django fell asleep on their back. He's been treated well today :]

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[wannabelife]

i can’t help but see mingyu as a gentle GIANT he’s probably would be so whipped for his partner in every aspect of his life and he is probably an amazing partner during sex always focusing his partner’s pleasure rather than his own which is followed along by loving aftercare… could you make scenario out of this? 🫣🫣

for sure, i see smth like this too! i just know it's more pleasurable for him when his partner is receiving more than him, like it's a big turn-on

warnings: penetration, lots of cum, passionate sex, pinning

you can feel goosebumps forming all over your skin, the familiar knock right there on your lower belly as mingyu thrust into you. he's so close, his hot breath hitting the side of your cheeks as you both moan with how hot it feels. his hands on yours as he pins you down while fucking you.

like he hadn't hooked you up enough from the start, like he hadn't eat you out like a starving man earlier, like he hadn't praised your taste like you were the last and only meal made for him, and drink up your juices. like he hadn't got impossible hard just from kissing all over your body alone. his warm hands that had caressed your nipples with so much eager and passion, just to hear the pretty sounds you make for him like you're doing right now underneath him.

"you're so fucking perfect, yn" he says, your back arching and head throwing back, the nastiest sounds slipping out from your lips.

you're so so close, he can feel it as he picks up the pace. your body goes stiff like you're afraid you might break if you let it go. your grip on his hands gets tighter, you moans turning into whimpers "i cant, it feels so good, gyu" you plea.

you start to move your hips, meeting his thrusts, but immediately feel his grip leave your hands to your waist, pinning you harshly to the bed. he grunts, stopping you from moving "no, pretty. let me give you everything, dont waste a single length of your muscles. you're too perfect" he states and you turn yourself in a moaning mess.

"you're doing do great, so good to me" he talks you through it, your heels pushing him more to your core as he grunts "come on pretty cum for me, i know you want to" he encourages.

its like your whole body listen and responds to him because in seconds you're cumming, wetting down his length, clenching around him nonstop, that has his dick twitching inside of you as he lets out the most beautiful low moan you've ever heard "fuck, you're a truly goddess"

a few more pounds and he's cumming too. he tries to pull out, some of it still getting inside and some hitting directly on your sensitive clit, making your body squirm under him as you tightens and cum some more. he moans sweet praises to your skin, close to your ear, before his body relaxes, coming down from the high.

both of you waiting for your breath to get back to normal and your mind back to reality. when he feels sober enough, he lifts his height from you, plopping down his naked sweaty body beside you on the bed. looking back at your face, he sees your eyes already closing "babe, you gotta wash up before you sleep" he says, and you whine, almost giving in to the sleep.

"just a few minutes, please..." you pout, looking back at him as a smile lights up his features.

he gets closer, adjusting some of the messy pieces of your hair and leaving a kiss to your lips "you aint getting away from it, i know you" he smiles foundly, knowing well you wont get up.

he pulls you, one hand around your back and the other one lifting your both knees as he's getting both of your bodies up from the mattress. caring you bridal style to the bathroom with him "really fast and we sleep, promise" he defends while on your way. and you couldn't mind at all, you know you won't have to move a muscle here too, he wouldn't let you. he will clean you up himself. some say that's too much, but you're just royalty to him, he needs to treat you as much as he can.

"can we hug?" you pronounce like you dont do it every night already.

"you dont even have to ask, baby. of course."

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[mammonsrockstargf]

Can I ask for headcanons where Diavolo, Barbato, Solomon, and Simeon react to their shy gn s/o asking to kiss him on the lips?

Diavolo would give you the world on a platter if you asked.

You're sitting in a chair at the student council office, waiting for him to finish some papers. You watch him intentively, taking in his looks, noticing the way his eyes seem to swirl like gold. His lips look so plush, so kissable- 

"Like what you're seeing?" you are interrupted by Diavolos's hearty laughter as he winks at you. Your cheeks immediately flush and you look away, trying to ignore the fact that you just got caught red-handed. 

Diavolo walks towards you and holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, smiling down at you. You grip his hand and he immediately interwines your fingers. "Can I..." you begin, but trail off. Diavolo leans closer to you. "Yeah?" he asks. "Can I kiss you?" you ask and Diavolos eyes seem to twinkle as a grin spreads on his face. "I would like nothing more," he says and leans in to press your lips against his, kissing you softly. Diavolo tastes like desserts and power and he can't help but smile once he's got you. 

Barbatos is never too busy for you.

"Barbs," you say and watch the demon from where you're sitting on the counter, as he walks back and forth. "Yes, dear?" he says pulling out a pot from the cabinet while getting ready to serve the afternoon tea. "Can we do something tonight? Just the two of us?" you ask softly, while fiddling with your hands, eyes glued to the ground. Barbatos stops in his tracks, turning to look at you. "Of course. I'll make time, Diavolo won't mind," he says, but seems to be talking more to himself than you. You smile nevertheless, looking up, legs swinging from the counter in excitement. "Okay, I'll come over then," you say and Barbatos sends you a small smile, before returning to the tea. "Do you have anything in particular in mind?" he asks and you hum, considering it. 

"I don't really care, I just wanna see you," you murmur under your breath. Barbatos smiles and puts the tea on a tray. "I have to go serve this," he says and walks over to you, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to it. "Okay," you say, breathless, eyes trained on his lips. He goes back to the tray, but you grip his hand in return, effectively stopping him.

"Can I get a kiss?" you whisper and he smiles, placing a hand on the counter on either side of you. "Of course you can," he says and his lips are on yours immediately, while a hand finds the back of your neck. Barbatos tastes like Earl Grey and loyalty and for a second it feels like time stops. 

Solomon is touch starved but somehow still makes you beg for it.

"Hello, my love" Solomon says and you shriek, clutching your chest as Solomon grins as he throws his arm over your shoulder and walks beside you. A furious blush spreads all the way from your neck to your ears and you bring the back of your hands to your cheeks, huffing with annoyance. "You scared me," you mutter and Solomon pouts at you before it morphs into a grin once again. "You're cute when you're scared, though," he says and you frown. 

"Aww, look at you," he says and grips your chin, turning your head towards him. "How can I make it up to you?" he asks and your cheeks heat up more. "A kiss," you whisper and Solomon's smile widens as he leans down and presses his lips to your cheek. He pulls away again and you let out a small noise of complaint. "What, was that not enough?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and you shake your head. He leans down again and gives your other cheek a peck. This time he doesn't pull away again and his lips hover over your own. "Tell me what you want," he sings and you grip his hand, playing with his fingers. "Don't make me say it," you mutter. 

You get a peck on the nose this time. "Solomon!" you complain and he chuckles before you grab his face and pull him towards you, lips finally crashing. 

His hands are immediately on your hips as you're pressed against the nearest wall. Lips pressed against your own, tongue sliding across your lower lip, he tastes like mints and magic and he's not letting you go for a while. 

Simeon, you don't even have to ask.

"Oh well, I should probably go," you say and stand up from where you're sitting in Simeon's room in Purgatory Hall. "Oh, yes, I suppose the brothers will be missing you," Simeon says and glances at the clock. You nod and begin to gather your things. Simeon instantly helps and hands you one of your notebooks. "Thank you for your help, Simeon, I really needed it," you say and Simeon lets out a laugh, shaking his head. "Of course, I'll always help you," he says and guides you out with a hand resting on your lower back. "Do you need me to escort you home?" he asks and you shake your head. 

"No thanks, Mammon is coming to pick me up," you say and he nods. 

You both stand by the door, hesitating. Your hands feel clammy and your heart beats hard in your chest. "Well, I suppose I'll get going," you say, but stop when you feel Simeon's hand on your cheek. He smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb. "Can I give you a goodbye kiss?" he asks and you nod quickly. Almost too quickly, making your cheeks heat up, but Simeon does not mind at all, a beautiful smile adorning his face and making the corner of his eyes crinkle. "Thank god," he says and gives you a peck on the side of your mouth. It barely lasts a second and you huff in complaint, before leaning in and kissing him again, this time properly. Simeon instantly returns the kiss, hands intertwining with yours. Simeon tastes like honey and love and he thinks you might be the end of him. 

a/n: thank you for the request, anon, hope you liked it. <3 not proofread, didn't feel like it, lol.

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[gojonanami]

vampire choso — what if his bite was an aphrodisiac….for both of you

he’s your shy coworker with a huge crush on you — and he ends up nearly passing out after not being able to get blood after a few too many days of overtime—

and you offer to let him bite you—and maybe do much more than bite—and this very shy man is suddenly pinning you down, his fangs brushing against your neck, asking if you’re sure—

and of course you are

#sab speaks #okay but like choso aphrodisiac fic??? #I like it #idk about the coworker angle #pls if you have thoughts pop in my inbox #but also I’m horribly behind on asks I apologize my spotty internet has been not conducive to anything really

[ghostlyfleur]

okay but steve harrington + shy! innocent! crybaby-ish reader where he is like play fighting with her and tickling her to the point where he’s pinned her down and she’s laughing so cute! but secretly, the weight of her boy on top of her and his hands all over her thighs and stomach, is making her rlly rlly wet 🥹

she’s like “steveee stop tickling me!” bc she can’t take it anymore and he does! but he also fully takes his weight off of her which makes her start huffing and whining for him to come back, grabby hands shooting out at him. steve is confused, ofc, like “honey i thought you wanted me to stop?” and she’s so embarrassed covering her face, squeezing her thighs and almost, if not, crying in frustration.

steve pulls her hands off her face to see her eyes, laying back down on her body when her legs spread open again, looking at her to explain further, but all she can do is whine that “it hurts s’bad stevie”.

he’s confused for a moment but then he glances down and her ridden-up oversized t-shirt reveals the wet spot forming on her panties. he presses a big kiss on his angel’s lips before cooing on her mouth, lightly touching her clothed cunt, “aw honey you wanted me to stop bc your lil pussy got all wet f’me, huh? is that what you were trying to say?”

to which she responds something like “wanted y’to stop ticklin’ me, not to stop touching me :,(“! steve finds his lovely girl so adorable, he makes sure to take good care of her afterwards, like always! maybe even mocking her just a bit from getting so turned on from a little tickling 🫠

holy shiiiiit — normal sized font below the cut

this is definitely soft dom!daddy!steve…

like he’s so doting and caring and careful and affectionate, always spoiling and praising his angel, being all playful and funny and silly like he always is— and the two are best friends, don’t get it twisted! they’re dating, but they’re still the best of friends… they banter and play fight and mock each other, share secrets and personal thoughts and feelings and they gossip together, play pranks on each other… all the good best friend things…

so they’re very close. very. loyal and devoted and completely obsessed with each other. as much as steve’s sweet girl loves to dote on him and take care of him, it’s more so her stevie’s self-assigned job to care for his baby.

and so steve buys her flowers, takes her on cute dates, is always looking out for her and can’t help his casual dominance, tying her shoes and carrying her places sometimes and brushing her hair and treating her like a little doll, his little doll. slowly acclimates her to what being in a relationship is like, he’s so so patient.

but he’s so hungry for her, it drives him insane how oblivious she is to the affect she has on him, how fucking adorable and clueless she is but also so very eager to please— because that’s all she wants, to be stevie’s good girl, to make him feel safe and loved and cared for, to make him feel good. but she gets greedy easily now… now that steve has ingrained in her mind that he truly wants her and loves her, that he’s all hers, that he wants to spoil her, marry her and make her his little wife, and spend his entire life with her!!!!!! her! his best friend! his person! they’re soulmates after all!!!!!!

her shyness stays, it’s just who she is (and steve finds it so fucking cute he has to constantly hold himself back from cooing at her all the time), but she’s just so horny for her stevie and doesn’t know how to say it ‘cause she’s so embarrassed and flustered and unsure and finds it hard to voice her needs and wants, so it manifests into tears. whenever she wants something from her stevie she gets all soft and small and pouty, grabbing at him and whining and holding his fingers to get his attention, and steve coos at her, can’t help it, his sweet angel girl so needy, and he always wants to give her the world, right? that’s his baby! she deserves to be spoiled! but her stevie is very clear in his rules— you have to speak up, tell him what you want, communicate. that’s very important to him.

and yeah, in theory his angel thinks it’s perfect, the communication and attention and how safe it makes her feel, but she physically can’t speak up when her stevie is making her feel all these sweet, intense, pretty feelings that she’s never felt before, even though she knows her stevie, her daddy, will always give her whatever she wants 😖 she just gets so pouty and teary-eyed and huffs and puffs, crossing her arms or stomping her foot like a spoiled brat until she’s so desperate bc her stevie is adamant she has to tell him what she wants before he does anything, that he’ll give her whatever she wants if she asks for it, that she whines and mumbles and asks him “pretty please, daddy” and steve is gone.

when her perfect, incredible, dreamy stevie is playing around with her, after she teases him or mocks him or they pretend-fight, or when they’re joking around, he’ll tickle her ‘cause she has the cutest little giggles, even though her laugh is kind of weird— sometimes loud, sometimes silent, sometimes she’ll fall down from laughing so hard. still, he loves it. it’s his favorite sound in the world, along with her little needy noises. it’s always different and funny and steve loves finding out what kind of laugh he’ll get out of his sweet girl that day, so he tickles. and if there’s one thing about his angel is that she loves using him as a weighted blanket, loves his weight on her, pressing her down and molding their bodies together, so that coupled with how his hands are all over her body, fingers gripping her and poking at her, his bulge rubbing against her, she gets needy. wet. very greedy. but if her stevie gets up or pulls away or sits back????? away from her????? she’ll turn into such a crybaby, like it’s the most insulting thing he could ever do, to pull away.

and steve knows. he knows how much she’s taken to steve being all over her, making her feel good, letting her explore and learn what they both like, being the only one to touch her and her him, but she still carries this air of innocence and softness and inexperience that drives him up the wall. the little looks she gives him and the shy smiles and the eagerness. she’ll be the horniest little minx, crawling up his lap and rubbing her cunt against his thigh, but will also hide her face and whimper and get all shy even if steve is balls deep inside her.

the duality of her never fails to disarm him completely. steve definitely tickles his angel sometimes when he wants to rile her up and get her needy for him— he thinks she’s clueless about it, but soon it turns into this thing where steve has pretty much conditioned her to turn into a needy little mess whenever he starts tickling her— she gets wet instantly now.

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[grnherbs]

Can you do a blurb where Oscar is your sugar daddy and buys you a necklace and fucks you with the necklace on

mine, all mine | op81

eighteen plus, mdni

the moment he placed the necklace in your hands you know you’re in deep, the beautiful engraved ‘oscar’ written on the surface of it, dainty but enough to claim you, enough for people to see and question the boys name upon your chest, and you were lying if you said you didn’t love it.

oscar smothered you in gifts but nothing as beautiful and sentimental as the chain he was now placing on your neck, leaving a soft kiss to the soft spot there, sending a shiver down your spine, making you lean back into it.

you drop your hair back down, smiling to yourself as you look into the mirror in front of you, the light catching the jewel and you meet his eyes in the reflection, that same dumb smile present on his lips too.

“my name looks good on your neck baby” he smiles, wrapping his arms round your waist and holding you close, back pressed to his chest, lovingly. he was nothing if not a softie for you, despite the nonchalant personality he usually sported around.

you blush, hand finding the pendant and holding it “i love it, thank you daddy” you bite your lip and you physically see the switch, the gratefulness you displayed going straight to his dick, jaw clenching, and grabbing your shoulders, pushing you down so fast you gasp.

“who do you belong to sweet thing?” he says in your ear, chest pressed to you and he kisses down your chest, pulling down your trousers in a swift motion before palming his semi hard on, fiddling with his own belt, and you hear the metal clink as it falls to the floor.

“you daddy, i’m yours” you say softly, “all yours” you whine, pushing back to him and he slides your panties to the side, not even bothering to pull them down, “i’m gonna fuck you sweet thing, and you’re gonna take it aren’t you?” he says, spitting into his hand and wrapping it round his cock, not that he needed the extra lubrication with how wet you were now.

he pulls your shoulder with his hand as he presses into you, unsure of when he’d even pulled him boxers down, but catching yourself in the mirror before you, gasping at the curls which fell before his eyes, sweat on his forehead as he presses into you, grunting and you whine just seeing this.

his dick hit hard inside you, massaging your clit with his thick fingers, watching the chain which displayed his name rocking back and forth, hitting your chest and reflecting the light in the room, his eyes roll back at this view and he moans “oh fuck baby, you feel so good”

“daddy, feels so good i-“ you start but he nods “i know sweet thing, i know, feel you throbbing round my cock, feels so good baby” he soothes, cooing and kissing your neck more, leaving small nips there, “gonna drain daddy’s dick aren’t you baby?” he says half way through a grunt, dick in to the hilt, feeling every inch of you.

the pressure was too much, too hot, too hard and you feel yourself practically sucking him in, milky cum covering him as he finds his own finish, biting your shoulder, making you cry out, head dropping, and he grabs you to steady you, pulling you against him. “oh that’s my beautiful baby, god you look so good… fuck” and he smirks

“yeah i’d say that necklace was a good investment”…

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