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What think about a smut where Willy he finds out that you faked an orgasm so he gives you an experience that you won’t forget?

#slutforwilliamnylander

Oh babe! You can't just spring something like this on me - there were loads of possibilities here 🙈 And naturally, I couldn't quite make up my mind on how to approach it, so I opted for a more straightforward route - but there were countless potential outcomes here 😜

Willy would of course never let you off the hook for faking it - need I say more? - but we all know that reaching the peak isn't always a walk in the park, even for the most skilled 😉

So, having said that, I hope you find it enjoyable 🤍

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; Smut 18+; unprotected sex, cum inside, oral stimulation (f receiving), fingering, tying up, sex toy (vibrator), overstimulation, more unprotected sex (p in v), more cum inside;

Word count; 4.8K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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Fake it till you make it I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

You knew you were taking a risk as soon as you did it. You had never done it before. But tonight, just wasn’t your night, and you ended up faking an orgasm while being intimate with your boyfriend, William Nylander.

William was always amazing in bed - on the sofa, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in the car – the list went on, but no matter where you were, he always made sure you reached climax. At least once, and preferably twice or more.

Just not tonight. Maybe you were too stressed out about work, or maybe your body and mind just weren’t in sync. But whatever the reason, you just couldn’t get there. Even though he felt so good inside you, moving at different paces as he listened to your moans, even hitting your G-spot with the tip of his cock, it still didn’t do it.

You even tried suggesting switching things up a bit – carefully not mentioning that you weren’t close – and as William took you from behind in doggy style, usually the perfect position to make you both moan loudly and climax together, it seemed that William was the only one about to come.

And at this point, you had given up on your own orgasm. If this position, with the intensity of William’s thrusts, didn’t do it for you, nothing would. So, instead, you did what you never thought you’d do with him inside you; you faked your moans louder, consciously clenched your walls around his member as a signal of your fake pending orgasm. And then, as you heard his deep groan, mixed with the words, “Fuck yes baby, I’m about to come,” you also pretended to climax.

Even after he had shot his load into your depth, you kept up the act by pretending to gasp for air as you came down from your fake high. Yet, when William then held you close as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

Your sex life with William had always been described with words like amazing, mind-blowing, incredible, and overwhelming. Occasionally, you even had light physical challenges after an intense night with your boyfriend – especially when he’d returned from a road trip, and you were both longing for each other’s touch. But it was always worth it.

From the very beginning, he had had a knack for navigating your body, finding the erogenous zones, and stimulating you just right. He was the first man you’d been with who took the time to find your sensitive spots and simply enjoyed your moans and small squirms when he did something just right. Whether he used his fingers, his mouth, both, or his cock, William always found ways to make you moan his name loudly, mixed with cries of pleasure as your juices covered him. And usually, he’d never be in doubt whether you’d come or not.

Of course, there were times of trial and error with positions, angles, and timing. You were both rather creative and adventurous in exploring each other and finding new ways to stimulate one another, though it wasn’t always without small challenges. Figuring out how to bend the legs without it hurting too much, avoiding gagging too hard, tying something just right – loads of things had happened over time. However, most of the time, you both managed to reach climax. Only a few times had William not been able to come, but that had just been because he was too tired after an intense match or training. And instead, he’d just focused on how many times he could make you come.

So, it was nothing but a mystery to you why you hadn’t been able to reach your high. And what surprised you even more was that William hadn’t noticed you’d been faking it. Though you never really liked the sound of your own moans, you were sure they sounded different when you faked them. Yet, it seemed your little act had convinced him.

It’s not that it hadn’t felt good. In fact, it had felt just as amazing as per usual. You could sort of feel the orgasm building up, so maybe your moans weren’t completely fake. However, you just couldn’t push yourself over the edge into that blissful state of mind. So, you settled for simple, nice stimulation, while William managed to fuck his way to his own climax.

In a way, you wanted to tell William, as you knew communication was key to incredible sex with a partner. However, you feared he might be too disappointed or even annoyed with you for not saying anything in the moment. And with his focus on the end of the regular season, you decided to live and let go. You convinced yourself it was just a one-off and perhaps it was better to ignore it and move on so you could enjoy the next time you and William were intimate.

Yet, that evening didn’t quite start the way it usually did.

What seemed like a regular Saturday game day against the Detroit Red Wings quickly turned into something much more sexual. While William was still completely unaware of your little act a few nights ago, you were chatting with your best friend about how to handle it.

And unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had just returned from his morning skate in order to rest before the match. So, while you were in the kitchen, chatting away as you made pancakes for his return, he simply stopped his movements.

“I swear, it has never happened before,” you said, looking at the delicious pancake you were preparing. “I just had to fake it… I know it wasn’t the best thing to do… yeah, I know, but Willy was giving his all, and it did feel so good… I know he’s got these moves that just make me ugh… they’re so good… I know, and I still couldn’t get a fucking orgasm… I know… hmm, yeah… but I don’t want to tell him with the last few games coming up… hmm, yeah… I don’t know, it’s not like he’s bad in bed or anything… it was just one time – I’m sure it won’t happen again, right? … Yeah, maybe, I’ve been quite stressed about work… alright… yes, we’ll chat soon.” You hung up and let out a soft sigh as you prepared the next pancake.

What you didn’t know was that William had heard every bit of your conversation as he stood in the entryway. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt and instead ended up accidentally eavesdropping. But it didn’t take much to connect the dots: you’d faked an orgasm while having sex with him.

And naturally, he couldn’t accept that.

Being good in bed was something William knew he was. It wasn’t something he’d brag about, except maybe occasionally to the boys when they were chatting about girls, but he just knew he was skilled when it came to the female body.

If not, then all the girls he’d been with had been great at faking it. Including you. And to say he’d been with several women might be a bit of an understatement. Not that William necessarily used to hook up with a new girl every week, but before you came along, he had a handful of female names in his contact list that he’d bring over when he needed it.

But then he met you. Someone who caught him completely off guard, even though he didn’t think he’d be up for dating.

You simply came into his life without a warning, and almost immediately, he was intrigued by you. It started as nothing but a simple one-night stand, where you got a pretty good taste of who William Nylander was. But then the one time became two times, and then your name was added to the existing contact list.

To put it in short, you were a great match for him. You showed up when he wanted and gave him the space he needed. It was simple and uncomplicated. However, as weeks turned into months, things just kept progressing, and William suddenly found himself wanting to see you more than the other girls on his list. You were the first one he’d call or text, and to his surprise, he’d feel disappointed when you weren’t available, having to settle for someone else instead.

This though, wasn’t something he’d really experienced before. With you, he simply felt a different connection. It wasn’t just sex between the two of you; it was so much more. You would laugh, talk, and cuddle. Quickies turned into longer sessions where you’d explore different positions and angles, maybe even toys if you felt like it. Late-night sex became late-night talks, and the moments when you’d grab your things and leave turned into you staying the night and showering at his place before heading off to work in the morning.

It was simple enough.

However, with William’s demanding career and schedule, and trying to manage your own work-life balance, you knew you couldn’t keep going like this. Though you liked William more than anyone you’d ever liked before, you knew this casual thing wouldn’t work out in the long run.

So, you gave him a choice—something you initially weren’t too keen on doing but felt was necessary. You told him either you’d keep it to only sex and nothing more, or you’d date and explore the idea of being exclusive.

William, of course, didn’t like the idea of having to choose, but he understood your position. And being a typical guy in his mid to late twenties, his first choice was to keep it just sex so he could focus on hockey. And surprisingly enough, this arrangement worked out alright – well, at least for a few weeks.

As is common in friends-with-benefits scenarios, William realised he didn’t like the idea of you starting to see someone else. And the mere thought of not having you available if he let you go made him swiftly change his mind, so he agreed to make it exclusive.

And this turned out to be one of the best choices he’d ever made. The shift from friends with benefits to romantic lovers felt almost natural and went a lot smoother than you’d expected. So soon after, you made it official to your friends and families (who weren’t really that surprised), as well as on his social media account—which, for you, was a huge step.

But when William heard your little confession to your friend, he decided to act as cool as possible about it—because naturally, you shouldn’t get the chance to be prepared for what he suddenly had in store for you.

Instead, he used the element of surprise to his advantage and greeted you with a simple kiss as he entered the condo and found you in the kitchen, his hands resting on your hips as his lips found the crook of your neck as you’d finished your call.

“Well, hello there, mister,” you chuckled lightly, flipping over the pancake.

“Mmm, smells so good, baby—you’re spoiling me,” William mumbled into your neck, his hands still tightly on your hips.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, you deserve nothing less.”

“Yeah, because you faked it the other night…” William thought, yet he kept that to himself.

“Can’t wait, babe,” he instead simply said, before placing a kiss on the back of your head and making his way to the fridge to grab his favourite toppings.

You then flashed him a great smile, thinking everything was good and that he was just tired after his morning training. And so, you finished the last couple of pancakes before joining him at the dining table.

Yet, as the two of you enjoyed the deliciousness, you couldn’t help but sense something was off when William didn’t talk much. Usually, he’d praise you a lot more for making him pancakes without him asking for it. And though he knew you could have just made them as a gesture before the playoffs, he seemed to sense that you did it out of guilt.

And he wasn’t completely wrong. Even though you didn’t realise he was onto you, you made an effort to put him in a good mood before tonight's game by playing your best cards. But William had something else on his mind. He felt like you had deceived him, and he couldn’t just head off to the game tonight without making sure you had learned your lesson.

So, after you both finished the pancakes and tidied the table, you would have expected him to go for his usual afternoon nap, yet, to your great surprise, he simply walked slowly towards you as you stood by the dining table.

"What’s up, Willy?" You asked with curiosity as his grin widened. But he didn’t reply. Instead, he gently lifted you to sit on the table, and hooked two fingers under the hem of your comfy shorts as well as knickers, before tucking them down as he knelt before you.

Helping him by lifting yourself a little, you couldn’t help but smile as you anticipated what he was about to do. William was certainly skilled in the art of oral pleasure, and you never missed an opportunity to let him indulge in your core. And given that this particular scenario before a match wasn’t entirely uncommon, you simply relaxed into his movements, leaning back on the table as he positioned himself before you, lifting your legs over his shoulders while he kissed his way up your inner thighs.

Soft moans escaped your lips as he drew closer and closer to your most sensitive area. And as soon as his expert mouth made contact with your delicate flesh, you couldn’t help but let out a louder moan, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, while running your hand through his hair.

"Oh yes, Willy!" you moaned breathlessly, feeling arousal starting to pulse through your body and mind.

You could almost sense William smirking against your throbbing centre as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping your hips in place as they occasionally lifted upwards in response to his ministrations.

It was sheer bliss as he sucked and licked your core, his tongue alternating between flicking your sensitive clit and delving into your entrance. He simply showed no restraint.

William’s aim was solely to make you squirm under his touch, to elicit louder and louder moans as he drove you closer to orgasm. And he could already sense it when your thighs pressed against him, your fingers tugging at his hair, your heels digging into his back, and your breath becoming rapid.

But as you quickly neared climax, he abruptly stopped and withdrew from your warmth.

"What—?" you panted, swiftly opening your eyes to find a thoroughly satisfied boyfriend before you. "Willy?" you asked, still bewildered by his sudden halt.

But William's plan had worked perfectly. And with a giant smirk, he slowly hovered over you, coming intensely close to your ear so you could feel his hot breath and smell your own juices on his glistening lips and beard.

"Not so fun to be teased, huh?" he chuckled darkly, pulling back gently to meet your gaze. His pupils dilated, his grin wide and almost devilish as he growled deeply. "Yeah, I know about your little act the other night... You think you can fake it with me? Hmm, I think I'll have to teach you a lesson and make sure it never happens again."

You were left utterly baffled, in disbelief. You knew William possessed a dominant character, especially in the bedroom, but you had never heard him growl like that. And never before had he denied you an orgasm in such a manner. He had skilfully brought you to the brink of climax faster than ever before, only to leave you hanging, without release, and simply strutted off to his match.

"That motherf-..." you muttered under your breath, still lying on the table while William busied himself getting ready for the arena.

Normally, he wouldn’t be in such a rush to leave, as he was usually the last to arrive. But today was entirely different, and a giant smirk was plastered across his handsome face as he left you high and dry – well, more accurately, almost high and definitely wet.

The match against the Red Wings didn’t end well for the Leafs, unfortunately. Despite all the players giving their all, the result was a disappointing 5-4 victory for Detroit.

And with the intense match, packed with power plays, penalties, hits, and more, you assumed William had long forgotten about the little encounter the two of you had before he left for tonight’s game. Even you had nearly forgotten about it as you felt the rush of adrenaline while watching from the side-line.

However, to your surprise, the loss only seemed to fuel William's inner fire even more. And as he quickly whisked you away from the hallway, almost interrupting your conversation with Sanna, he grabbed your hand and led you to the car park.

"Willy, slow down," you tried to say as you hurried to keep up with his pace. But your boyfriend had no intention of slowing down. And as you sat in the car, ready to head home, he simply gave you a dark, stern look while biting his lower lip.

"You don’t get to tell me what to do, baby... I'll be the one to tell you."

His words were simple, yet his voice dripped with raw desire and pure lust. It was a side of him you hadn’t truly experienced before, only catching glimpses of it after an intense night. But tonight, it seemed like you were getting the full show. And you couldn’t help but feel your arousal building at the mere thought of what he might do to you.

However, you shouldn’t get too excited just yet. William had already started the game by teasing you earlier, and you sensed he was still up to no good. So, as he navigated through the streets of Toronto, you tried to control your breathing and relax as much as possible.

You were nothing but curious to find out more about his plan, and fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long. As soon as you entered the lift taking you to one of the high floors, William pinned your hands above your head, pressing you against the wall as his lips crashed onto yours.

His tongue forcefully pressed against your lips, seeking entrance, and you immediately obliged, letting his tongue explore yours. It was already incredibly hot and steamy, and you hadn’t even reached the apartment yet.

And as soon as you reached the floor, William left you breathless, before he dragged you to the front door of the condo, where he simply threw you over his shoulder, giving your arse a quick, hard slap before he carried you to the bedroom, where he tossed you onto the mattress.

“So, you think you can fake an orgasm?” he chuckled darkly, untying his tie with a smirk spreading across his face.

Though you couldn’t help but smile a little, gazing up at him with pressed lips, you shook your head. Leaning back on your arms for support, your eyes followed his every move as he undressed down to his boxers, still grinning before he knelt onto the bed.

“So, you didn’t fake it?” he inquired with a cocked brow as he crawled closer, his movements naturally spreading your legs. Then leaning over your body, placing an arm on each side, he gently forced you to lie down on your back.

And this time, you nodded. “I did…” you admitted in a light whisper, trying your best to suppress a smile.

“Hmm,” William merely groaned. “I guess we’ll have to make up for it then.”

You knew William wasn't exactly Christian Grey, or any other extreme dom. For the two of you, it was usually more about fun and play rather than something serious and structured. And though he had a naturally dominant character, you were equals in bed, often smiling and giggling as you pleased each other.

So, when he said he wanted to teach you a lesson, you knew it was more of a playful tease than an actual reprimand.

“Stay still,” he then simply commanded before crawling back, leaning down to reach for his tie. Of course, you complied, curious to see what he had in mind. And as he then came back and placed your hands above your head, doing his best to tie the fabric around your wrists and connect them to the headboard, you felt an exciting sensation coursing through you.

“Be a good girl for me.”

His commands were simple, and you knew better than to misbehave. Instead, you wanted to play along to ensure both of you felt pleased. And as you remain in position, William slowly began to undress you, removing your jeans, socks, and then your bottoms, leaving you in just your jersey, proudly displaying his last name and number – which he seemed to enjoy a little too much.

With your core fully exposed to him, you couldn’t help but let out a light gasp as you felt the cool air brush against your sensitive area. Especially when William carefully ran his larger hands over your thighs, spreading your legs wider to give him the perfect view of your cunt.

“Mmm, yes… and it’s all mine,” he muttered under his breath as he slowly let his fingers draw closer, gently sliding them between your folds, feeling your wetness.

“Oh Willy…” you moaned softly as he brushed over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.

“You like that, baby?”

Of course, you did. William was incredibly skilled at pleasuring you, and he knew it. So, you simply nodded, keeping your hands in place as your eyes followed his movements and you bit your lip. “Mmm, yes…” a soft whimper escaped you. It was almost embarrassing how needy you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. William had you completely under his control, and your body was his to use.

As he then pressed a finger against your entrance, you let out another soft moan.

“So wet already? We haven’t even started,” William chuckled as he easily slid his middle finger inside you, feeling how wet you were for him as he gently massaged your inner walls.

“Mmm yes… just for you,” you moaned, feeling the pleasure slowly building within you as he curled his finger at just the right angle.

“That’s it, baby... all for me,” he growled once more, adding another finger and stretching you a little further as he pumped his digits in and out. “Is this what you want? Will this make you come?”

His questions were somewhat rhetorical, but you couldn’t help but nod in response. Meanwhile, the wet sounds of his fingers working inside you only spurred him on further. William knew your body well, and this was definitely a good sign.

So, curling his fingers at just the right angle to find that particularly sensitive spot, he increased his speed and force, fingering you with the sole mission of pushing you closer to orgasm.

And he was succeeding. With your hands tied firmly above your head, you couldn’t help but let the pleasure consume you, surrendering to his touch as you closed your eyes and allowed your mind to drift freely, embracing the approaching climax and the euphoria that followed.

“Yes, Willy… yes…”

And just like that, you let out a louder moan as he pushed you over the edge into a blissful high. Bucking your hips upwards, arching your back, and tilting your head backwards as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, you surrendered to the ecstasy.

Reaching the peak was nothing short of amazing, yet as you slowly calmed from the high and opened your eyes, you were met with a thoroughly satisfied William before you.

“Was that good?” he chuckled, prompting another nod from you. “Well, then I guess we’ll have to do it again then.”

You understood William’s mission. Since you’d faked one orgasm, he was determined to see how many more he could elicit from you. And this was just the beginning of many more to come.

The next one came from something entirely different: namely a vibrator. Though William wasn’t usually one to incorporate toys into your intimacy, tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity to change that.

“So, you couldn’t come from me fucking you, huh? But maybe you could with this?” he said as he knelt between your legs once more, bringing the buzzing toy closer to your heat. And quickly a cry of pleasure escaped your lips as the vibrating sensation made contact with your sensitive flesh.

“Oh yes…” you moaned louder this time, your legs almost trembling as he dragged the toy against your folds and clit, bringing you even closer to your second climax by every movement. And with your hands tucking on the fabric above your head, you couldn’t do anything but let him play with you.

However, as much as William enjoyed your whimpers and cries beneath him, he found even greater pleasure in hearing you moan out his name when you reached your peak. So, he didn’t delay in allowing you to reach your orgasm. And seeing the wetness he was creating between your legs, the sheets completely soaked from your juices, filled him with satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he breathed deeply before leaning down to forcefully capture your lips, stealing away all your breath as he kept the toy against your heat.

But it became too overwhelming. And upon reaching your third orgasm quickly after, you let out another soft cry. “Please, Willy…” you pleaded in a whisper. “I want you…”

And that was all the encouragement he needed to toss the vibrator across the room, swiftly removing his last piece of clothing and freeing his incredibly hard and throbbing cock.

Then moving into the missionary position once more, he leaned in close to your ear. “You want me?” he growled once again, his member pressing against your core as the tip teasingly brushed against you.

“Yes, Willy… please... fuck me.”

And your words spurred him to thrust himself entirely into your depths with one forceful movement, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Fuck!” you almost screamed as he hit the deepest parts inside you.

But that only drove William wilder. Feeling his own urgent need for release, he swiftly picked up the pace, pounding into you with vigorous motions, stimulating your walls with each movement.

“Shit, yes, baby,” he moaned in sync with you, your breaths mixing in the close distance as he thrusted mercilessly.

It was almost too much for you to handle. Your arms above you felt sore, and your lower body was close to going numb from the intensity. However, your mind was completely immersed in a euphoric haze as William brought you to your fourth and probably most intense orgasm.

You couldn’t even warn him about it. However, he knew by the way your eyes remained closed, your head sinking into the mattress, your breaths becoming incoherent, and your muscles tightening around him. And this time, William was sure it wasn’t fake.

Mixed with beads of sweat on your skins, caused by the intense activity, he could almost feel himself being soaked by your essence as he continued to pound into you. And with your loud moans echoing through the room, coupled with the sound of skin colliding, William then pushed himself closer to his own release. With a deep grunt, he finally reached his much-desired climax, releasing strings of cum deep inside you.

The air felt thick and heavy as you both gasped for breath, slowly coming down from the pleasure-induced high and regaining strength in your bodies. With slow and gentle movements, William managed to untie your hands from the knot.

He wanted to hold you close, and you wanted the same. However, with the heat radiating from both of you, you simply rested next to each other, turning your heads to share wide smiles.

“So,” William breathed, turning his body to lean on his arm and elbow. “Just to make sure... this wasn’t fake, was it?”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, turning to face him with a cocky grin. “Hmm... I’m not sure,” you teased, prompting William's signature laughter.

“Well, in that case,” he smirked once again, positioning himself on top of you and causing you to roll onto your back. “Maybe we should do it again... just to be sure.”

You knew he was teasing, yet the devilish glint in his eye had you doubting. And with your body already sore and overstimulated, you knew what the sensible answer should be. However, as the playful banter between you two was a never-ending game, you couldn’t resist the challenge.

“Maybe we should.”

Did you immediately regret it? Perhaps. But did you end up experiencing two more intense orgasms? Yes, indeed you did.

#my asks #18+ smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #william nylander imagine #william nylander x reader #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl hockey smut #nhl hockey imagine

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greencheekconure27 · 7 months

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@transfaabulous some of the stuff I did on scratch paper

#i think it was less intimidating for me because my default drawing tool is an ink pen to begin with #but it still took a bit of trial and error #fun medium tho #here be dragons #drawings #dragons

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Creator Spotlight: @mimimar

Hi! I’m Michelle (Mimimar), an illustrator born and raised in Venezuela, currently based in Italy. I enjoy making colorful illustrations that reflect the things I love: fairy tales, fantasy, tenderness and queer (especially sapphic) stories. Occasionally, I also make paper dolls, comics and animatics. I have a lot of interest in book illustration and I’m currently developing my own stories that I hope to share as an author-illustrator someday!

Check out our interview with Michelle below!

Did you originally have a background in art? If not, how did you start?

I always enjoyed drawing when I was a kid, but it only became a hobby that I did almost every day when I was around 11. At first I only used traditional mediums, but I decided to make a serious effort to learn how to draw digitally when I was 15, and once I got the hang of it I never stopped!

I didn’t go to art school so all of my learning was done through studying the tutorials and resources that other artists generously share on the internet and lots of practice / trial and error.

How do you want to evolve as a creator?

I want to do many things but what I want to do the most right now is work on books! I want to make art for other authors’ stories and also my own stories as an author-illustrator. I want to grow as a storyteller and create art and stories that will really resonate with people emotionally. I’m always striving to improve my skills as well.

I also really love dolls, so working on doll box art or as a doll designer is something I would love to do someday. I actually have been designing paper dolls on my Patreon for the past few months, it’s been a fun project that is still ongoing right now!

What is one habit you find yourself doing a lot as an artist?

Probably using a lot of purple! It’s my favorite color so I find myself using it a lot. If I can find a way to sneak a little bit of purple into an illustration or a character design then I will.

Congratulations on finishing your Ivy Comic! Did the outcome turn out like how you expected or were there some unexpected bumps along the way?

Thank you! It’s a project that I worked on very slowly in between other art because I wanted to really take my time with every spread and make each of them a fully detailed illustration. I thumbnailed the full comic before starting but I kept changing the sketch for the final spread until the very end! Overall I’m really proud of the end result. I sprinkled a lot of hidden details in every page that I hope some of the readers will notice. For example: the meanings of the flowers in each page represent what the characters are feeling in that moment, and the colors of their wardrobe become gradually lighter as the story progresses to represent their emotions, as well as the changing of seasons.

We’ve noticed that you have created some amazing cover art for TGCF. Is there another series you would like to do something similar with?

That was another passion project that took some time to complete. Initially, I didn’t intend for them to be specifically covers, it was just a series of illustrations based on the 5 books/main arcs of TGCF. But since they were well-received and I had people telling me they wish they could use them as covers for their books, I decided to rework them into dust jackets for the english translation of TGCF!

I haven’t thought of any other specific series but I love doing cover art so maybe I’ll do something similar again in the future!

What’s your favorite part of your style? Why?

I’ve heard from other people that there’s a delicate quality to my art, this is something that I like a lot! I like pretty things, fairytales and vibrant colors. I think all of these things probably reflect in the art I make as well.

If there is one thing you want your audience to remember about your work, what would it be?

I hope that they remember how it made them feel. Feelings and colors are the two things I give priority to in my work. Most of the time I like depicting tenderness, softness and emotional intimacy. If that could reach the viewer and stay with them it would make me very happy.

I make a lot of art with queer (mainly sapphic) themes because they’re the kind of stories I personally like and want to see more of, so whenever people tell me that my art has helped them in their journey to discover and accept themselves, or that they see themselves and their partner in my art, it is always extremely meaningful to me. When art that I made to give myself comfort can provide comfort for others, no matter how small, it reminds me once again that despite any hardships art is genuinely worth pursuing.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

So many artists! To name a few: I love @sakizo’s amazing eye for fashion and detail, @paneeps’ gorgeous style and striking colors, the sweetness of @bevsi’s art, @vickisigh’s pretty colors and concepts, @idledee’s warm and heartfelt art, @littlestpersimmon’s dreamy wonderful art, and @loish has been an inspiration for as long as I can remember.

Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing, Michelle! Be sure to check out their Tumblr blog over at @mimimar.

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #tgcf #ivy comic #mimimar

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devourable · 7 months

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your first time • yanderes x reader, part one

nsfw, minors and ageless dni ;; smut (duh), virgin top x bottom gn reader, various kinks that will be tagged per character.

ft. abraham (yandere church boy), sterling (yandere prodigy), gene (yandere hacker), tobias and sebastian (yandere best friends), and mykolas (yandere monster)

this part will just be the guys (excluding the delinquents)! i wanted to put most of my polyamorous groups as well as the girls and enbies in part two. decided last minute to change it a bit and make it sort of ambiguous as to if the reader is a virgin or not. regardless!

thanks again for 2k 🫶

the church boy — abraham atkins ;; dacryphilia, elements of sizeplay, mentions of religion

abraham thought his first time would be well into the future, after he’d gotten married at his church and whisked off to start his own family like his father before him. it was just a part of life to him, not something to really care about or look forward to; but it was supposed to happen that way. but abe… he just couldn’t resist you!

he knew he shouldve stopped you the moment you had found yourself on his lap, pinning him to his bed after what was supposed to be an sleepover had gone completely off course. and he should’ve stopped you when you got your tongue in his mouth, grinded on him, getting him hard for practically the first time in his life. he should’ve stopped things before they went too far — but he couldn’t stop you. or himself, after he started to clumsily hump you back, his hands finding and delicately groping your ass in an attempt to figure out how he could fit against you best. abe has such an innocent hunger about him, he so desperately wants more — more what, exactly? he doesn't really know. you definitely end up having to take lead because he wholeheartedly doesn't know what he's doing.

but once you coax him out of his nerves and a bit of trial and error (he absolutely wouldn't have fit in you dry; and even after you taught him how to work you open and got his dick wet enough, it was still a tight fit!), you finally, finally get him inside you. and abe, poor abe didn't even know what hit him. despite the tears tumbling down his face purely from how good you felt around him, despite the deep rooted guilt of committing such a sin with the one he loved clawing at his chest, he couldn’t help how brutally he ended up fucking you. he’d pour out all of his pent up desire into you in one night, fucking you through climax after climax till you were seeing stars too.

the prodigy — sterling cygnus ;; overstimulation, risky(ish) setting/exhibitionism

it must all be a game to you, his feelings and this weird dynamic in your relationship. even when the two of you actually start dating (…sorta), he still had it in his head that you were just trying to fuck with him. what other reason could there be to explain how he felt aside from it being your fault?

it was when the two of you were in his dorm that he actually decided to push your boundaries, see what you would let him do before your ‘facade’ finally cracked. but you didn’t stop him when he pinned you against your bed, or when he started kissing you, or when the kiss transformed into an unintentionally heated makeout session. it wasn’t until you had started to pull off your shirt and palm at him through his pants that he started to think that you might’ve actually wanted him.

sterling didn’t really know how it went so far, but he stopped caring when the absolute carnal need to just feel you took over his brain. you must’ve assumed that he didn’t know how to make you feel good because he’s inexperienced, right? no? well, he doesn’t believe you. and to ensure you do, you’re not getting out of that dorm until he’s made you cum on him again, and again, and again. you’d have to think he’s playing with you at some point with how often he switches between fucking you and fingering you — he insists on making you cum both ways as many times as you can handle. he’s rattling the walls and got you sobbing his name so loud that no doubt the entire dorm can hear you (the walls were never that thick to begin with anyway). he relishes in not only knowing he’s completely claimed you, but now all of your colleagues will know too. he doesn’t care how much of a mess he’s making with your insides or how much of him spills out of you, nor does he care if you’re exhausted and sore from the waist down. you’re not done until he’s done with you — and being the overachiever he is, who knows when that’ll be? he’d hate to leave you thinking he’s anything but your number one.

the hacker — gene eliades ;; a lil dubcon-y, filming w/o reader’s knowledge

gene had waited for you to make a move on him first, he really did. he even tried enticing you in his own way, always sitting with his legs open so you could see the very clear outline of his dick through his pants, sitting you on his lap when he was working and keeping a hand on your body at all times. he’d kiss you, tell you how crazy you drove him, anything to give you an idea of what he wanted. but you never took that extra step and it left him wondering if it was because you were toying with him or if you really were that dense. either way, he had had enough, and after one particular day where the need burning in the pit of his stomach just wouldn’t go away, he decided that he wouldn’t wait anymore.

when you tried to slip off of his leg to do something, his arm curled around your waist and pulled you square into his lap, making sure you felt every inch of his erection against your ass. you were so irresponsible, constantly getting him riled up and never doing anything about it. did you even like him at all? regardless of your answer he was already sliding his hands under your clothes, groping your chest with one and working your bottoms down with the other.

it was unceremonious, the way gene bent you over his desk and buried himself up to the hilt in you before you could even voice any potential protests. but the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you made your mind go blank, unable to do anything but moan his name every time he pulled you back against him. god, he loved hearing the way you whimpered for him, feeling you stretch around him when he fucked you just a bit too hard, the way your hips fit so nicely in his hands.

it was a good thing you were too fucked out to notice the little light next to his webcam aimed down at you. you wouldn’t mind if you did, he assumed — there was nothing wrong with wanting to remember this moment later, was there?

the boys next door — tobias & sebastian ;; double penetration, threesome

the pair had fantasized about losing their virginity to you years before it actually happened. the amount of times they’d gotten each other off with your name falling from their lips was too many to count, but god knows it just wasn’t enough for the two. but they never acted on those feelings, not until they had planned out the day to ensure it would be perfect.

you did find it a bit suspicious that the first time you were all free for the weekend at the same time was on the night that toby’s parents went out for an unplanned vacation, but you easily overlooked it when the pair offered you a sleepover (for old time’s sake!), bribed with promises of your favorite snacks and whatever movies you wanted to watch. you were sandwiched between the two in your best friend’s room, oh so aware of the growing tension but unsure where it was leading to — but then toby suddenly asked to kiss you. and what you assumed would be a playful peck ended with you pinned to the bed with tobias holding your wrists while sebastian made himself comfortable between your legs.

they really like you, and they know you like them too — you wanna be their first, don’t you? be their special someone? that’s what toby’s asking between kisses while seb’s lifting your shirt and sliding a hand down the front of your pants. it wasn’t until you finally gave them the permission they’d waited so long for that the pair allowed themself to really get the night started.

toby was the first to break you in while seb held you in his lap. it was a shame the pair didn’t think to record the moment… the face you made when toby fucked into you was so cute! and the noise you made when seb slid under you to try and squeeze into you alongside toby would play in their minds over and over again. they might’ve pushed you a bit too hard, stretching you well beyond your limit without even letting you catch your breath. they just couldn’t resist! you were clamping down on them, sucking them both in like you didn’t wanna let them go. it felt so good to make you cum.

the two were still up long after you had passed out, ogling your ruined state with an undeniable urge to fuck you up even more. they saw it like a badge of honor, proof that you’d always be theirs. the two would let you rest for the time being, but don’t worry — they still had an entire weekend with you ahead, and they didn’t plan on letting you step foot outside that house till their time was up.

the beast — mykolas ;; teratophilia (duh), size difference, outercourse/thighfucking

mykolas really, really didn’t want to hurt you. he was well aware of how big he was, especially compared to you — if you got hurt because he couldn’t control himself, he wouldn’t know what to do!

all of those thoughts were completely disregarded when he started rutting, though. the poor monster couldn’t think straight with his hormones running amok, and you being you — so soft, so small, so vulnerable, it was like you were designed to torture him through the season. you’d very quickly catch on to what was happening to your monstrous partner, considering you’d often be woken up by him grinding up against your back or stomach in a desperate bid to try and relieve the borderline painfully throbbing cock that was bothering him more and more these days. and though he’d never make his needs known vocally, you could just tell — that sad, pleading look he’d give you every time you looked at his pitiful form was just begging you to take care of him.

you knew for certain that you couldn’t just fuck him in his current state. his cock practically matched the length of your torso! and with how reckless his hormones were making him, the possibility of him ‘accidentally’ making you take more than you could handle was too high, even if you did try to take control. so to work around this problem, you opted to get a bit creative with your methods.

mykolas didn’t quite understand what was going on at first when you bent over in front of him, pants pulled down to your knees. but when you guided him between your legs and clamped your thighs around his length, you could tell the switch in his brain had flipped and he completely allowed instinct to take over. you had no clue just how good it’d feel when mykolas’s hard, wet cock rutted against you relentlessly until he was gripping your waist and pulling you against him, fucking your thighs like you were his living fleshlight. but fuck, the way he managed to slide against every sensitive spot he had access to despite his carnal state was nearly driving you insane. and mykolas delighted in the way you clawed at the ground and mewled for him, your voice so pretty when you stammered out his name. it didn’t take long for either of you to cum at that rate.

despite the mess mykolas made of your thighs and stomach, though, he wouldn’t let you get off him. he’d been pent up for so long, repressing his desire to mate with you, he couldn’t just stop there! so he went again, and again, humping you in any position he could think of, pinning you down, thoroughly wrecking you as best as he could. you were gonna be in for a rough mating season now that mykie knew how to relieve himself with you — but you didn’t mind, he assumed. you were the one that showed him how to feel better, after all.

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circeyoru · 3 months

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Can I request soul owner the Reader with yandere Alastor go on a date I can imagine him being exciting and super happy with the reader being calm.

I've been reading anger a lot today so I want to read something funny happy cute anything you know.

By the way I hope you have a nice day 💐

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}

I'm having a great day! Doing work and getting my phone blown up with you guys' notification here. Thank you guys for the support!!! I will repeat this as many times, I'm just that grateful!!!!

Wholesome fluff time!!!

I'll imagine that Reader/you are the one to ask about going on a date because Alastor would be too hesitant to ask, since he doesn't want to mess things up after you declared your love and wanted things to go at your pace.

Surprise, you make an effort to do what Alastor likes. Alastor's the one to do what you like, so you figured, time for a bit of a flop around. You asked around what Alastor likes to do, the hotel members were no help.

Vaggie says Alastor hates TV and a bunch of modern day technology to the point of making a deal. But with you, he watches anime on your laptop while laying side by side. Huh??? Husk and Niffty said Alastor doesn't do sweets. But he baked you a number of desserts and those were the ones he did as trial and error, he ate all the leftovers because you didn't like wasting things. Charlie says Alastor's always smiling and loves the entertainment and misery of demons. But with you, every time you were down or sad, he's doing all he can to cheer you up. Lucifer was even worse, he said Alastor loves to take care of Charlie like a daughter. You paused him and just left. Nope.

You came to the conclusion that Alastor's preferences were non-existent when it came to spending time with you. The thought made you smile and feel bubbly. Now you had to make the date worthwhile.

As much energy and time it took, also to be secretive. You made it all happen. Of course, you had to tell Alastor's shadows to keep quiet about your plans, they agreed with your headpats.

On the day. You requested Alastor's undivided attention and time. He was confused and came to you on the dot, only to regret not appearing more charming when you said it was a date. You had to hold onto him so he doesn't teleport through the shadows to fix up his looks.

"You look just fine!"

"No! It's our first date! I must look perfect! BETTER THAN PERFECT!"

You started with a stroll through a garden, hooking his arm with yours as you walked along the path. Alastor's silence was because he was still shocked and didn't dare to speak thinking he'll say something wrong. So you started small talk.

Then you brought him to Cannibal Town. Setting him down on a table and Rosie distracted him enough for you to slip into the kitchen to cook him his meal. Lucky you practiced and didn't take long cause Alastor was about to search for you in his giant demonic form. You appearing with a trollery had him sit back down and Rosie left with a giggle. Alastor stared at the plate in front of him. You cooked him something? Is he in Heaven?

"Darling, I think Heaven's a bit too red and hot."

"Just eat and tell me how it taste."

Alastor was talking, wrong word, praising your cooking. He even said the two of you could cook sometime back in the hotel kitchen. You agreed to his joy. After that, you brought Alastor to the town square, jazz music played and you offered your hand, telling him to teach you some of his moves. He happily did so and other cannibals joined in on the dance party.

At the end of the day, you brought Alastor to the forest and sang him a song *Everytime We Touch*, using his microphone staff as a mic. He secretly recorded your voice too. You didn't mind since this was both of you's first date.

"So? How was the date? You like it?"

"Darling Love," Alastor suddenly brought you into a swirl and dipped you, "This is the third best day of my afterlife."

"What's the first and second?"

"Second is the day you defended me and confessed your love to me." Alastor straightened you up and brought you close to him, "The first is the day we met."

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sibmakesart · 8 days

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i love the way you draw age! most ppl shy away from it or try to make it look "pretty," but as someone who adores her old-and-looks-like-it grandparents, i find the wrinkles and sags and spots very beautiful. tyty for ur contribution <3

thank you sm !!!

i love love love drawing older people, you can be so much more expressive with faces that have lived than with doll faces imo (and theyre much more forgiving imo lol)

it took a bit of trial and error (and studies) to get to a point where i understood how skin aged, it was rough at the start lol (from~2020-21 i think)

the ofmd fandom my izzy obsession saved my Old People drawing skills fr (from last year)

im still lacking on the women department but im working on it 💪

vvv (i was coming from very far lmao) (these are from 2020) vvv

vvv these people are in their late 40s they look like sleep deprived 25 yo lmao vvv

ANYWAY SORRY THIS WAS LONG GIVE WRINKLES TO CHARACTERS AND DONT GIVE UP ON ART THAT WAS NOT THE POINT OF THE ASK AT ALL BUT HERE WE ARE

#IM SORRY I GOT SIDETRACKED #old people #wrinkles #art #drawing

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improbable-outset · 8 months

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📂 𝐑𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

↳ 📂 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 "𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡"

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.4k (that wasn’t supposed to happen icl)

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Kissing, PIV sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, virginal fingering, cum eating, oral (m and f receiving), prone bone position (sorry bruh, very self indulgent here 💀), Olfactophilia, slight jealous Miguel (if you squint), Spanish pet names. MINORS DNI🔞🔞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Miguel unveils more about his enhanced abilities with you and the air is quickly charged with desire. Yet lurking beneath your connection, there is a sense of uncertainty about the implications of Miguel’s extraordinary powers.

𝐀/𝐍: The chapter title sounded more amusing in my head. I didn’t think this one would turn out this long, I went a little overboard. I had to break down the paragraphs bc I got carried away ;-; anyways hope you enjoy this filth <3

You turned the key and pushed open the door to your apartment with a mix of anticipation and thrill erupting inside your gut. Tonight had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and was very eventful. Despite Miguel’s huge confession that came crashing down on you like a bolder, the night still ended well.

Though, the thought of him being Spider-Man still lingered at the back of your mind and you couldn’t shake off the feeling of your ex-husband being a human mutate the entire time. Yet you still welcomed him inside the familiar confines of your home with a warm gracious smile, the door closing with a soft click behind. In the warm glow of your apartment, you made your way to the walk-in kitchen.

“Can I get you something to drink?” You asked, glancing back at Miguel as you placed your purse on the countertop.

“A glass of water would be perfect.” He replied, taking in the surroundings of your home. You were amused by the awe in his expression as you filled two glasses with cold water from your tap.

“Here,” you handed him one of the glasses.

“Thanks” he took slow sips while his gaze explored the connected living room. Your talent for interior design hadn’t gone unnoticed, even during your early days of your marriage when you both moved in together. You would always have a plan on how things would be arranged, and with a bit of trial and error, it usually turned out beautifully. Miguel, on the other hand, left the planning all to you while he would make sure you were still fed after your hard work.

It was a distinctive dynamic you had. Miguel would always make the best dishes from back home and you adored and savoured every bite. You even tried to make empanadas for him once as a surprise anniversary gift back when your relationship was still filled with warmth and closure before you grew distant from each other with him always coming home late at night, probably from his heroic duties that you were clueless about at the time. After you went your separate ways, you would try to replicate his dishes but it would only bring you pain of what you had lost. Speaking of food…

“That baked ziti was amazing.” You commented as you took another sip. It’s been a while since you went out to eat in a high end restaurant. There was never a special occasion or an excuse for you to go.

“Was the food the only thing you enjoyed tonight?” Miguel replied in a teasing tone. You watched his face over the rim of your own glass as he said that.

“The night hasn’t ended just yet.”

“Oh? Care to elaborate on that?” He responded, clearly intrigued. You didn’t give him a verbal answer, instead you put your empty glass down on the counter and took his hand, leading him down the hall and to your bedroom. The anticipation settled in the air as you settled yourself on the bed and gestured for Miguel to follow.

“We’ve got all night. So you might as well tell me everything about Spider-Man, all the details.” You purred, your gaze locked into his with excitement.

“What do you want to know?” He lied beside you in amusement and willingness.

“First of all, what was the first thing you noticed when your genes were altered?”

“You want to get to those details hm? Well, the first thing I noticed was my vision was enhanced, a lot. Along with my strength and stamina. Oh, and the spinnerets in my forearm.”

You hummed in amusement as you soaked in every word he uttered. You couldn’t believe this was where things had ended up between the two of you but you also couldn’t help but marvel at how far you’ve come. “Well, look at you. Brawn and brains. What else is there?” You noticed he was hesitant for a moment before he spoke again.

“I'm sure you’ve seen my fangs at one point.” Your body stiffened as you recalled those awful memories of your heated arguments. What you saw from his mouth was real. A hint of relief washed over you knowing that you haven’t lost your mind and Miguel had confirmed it himself.

“I have…and I thought I was just hallucinating.” Your voice trailed off.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t blame you. I should’ve been honest from the start.”

“It’s alright, we’re starting something new now.”— you paused— “So what else haven’t you shown me.” You watched as he lifted his hand and you noticed something unusual emerging from his fingers. You audibly gasped at the sight of his talons. He brought his hand closer to your face so you could get a closer look. It didn’t occur to you how intimately close you were until now, yet there was an undeniable thrill in his proximity. Maybe it was a default habit in your mind that was convincing you that you were still comfortable with Miguel being this close.

With agonising anticipation, he lightly trailed your jaw with the tip of his talons, leaving a tingling feeling in its wake. Your breath hitched, feeling how sharp and pointy they were on your soft skin. If he were to press any harder, he would surely pierce your jaw. Not that you were entirely against that; but you didn’t want to raise any suspicions at work the following Monday, especially in a facility like Alchemax. His face was mere inches from yours and you knew where he was heading with this. The air in the room thickened with each passing second.

“You want to see more?” He asked, his voice lowered to a sultry tone. You nodded, unable to form any words.

Miguel leaned in and closed the remaining gap between the two of you. Finally, you managed to seal your longing with an electrifying connection and a scorching kiss. His lips moved against yours passionately making your heart pound in your chest. Miguel must’ve retracted his talons because now he was cradling your face as your mouth moved in sync. However, you pulled away abruptly when you felt a sudden shift in the air.

“My God…” you mumbled, feeling the familiar bugle in his pants.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to get ahead of myself.” He said, though the strained desire in his voice was palpable. “I mean, you’re not on birth control, right?” He held his gaze at you. You could practically feel the desperation in his tone.

“No…” You leaned closer, “but I might’ve got myself the morning after pill from the drug store before this.” You were planning for this moment the day you asked him out and the way his expression dropped, you could tell he picked up on that too. You got them prior to this date and the rest of the night you spend trying to please yourself before your date while imagining yourself with Miguel in bed together. But you knew no matter how much you touched yourself, you’d never reach the sensation that Miguel could give you.

A sly smile played on your lips before you leaned in for another kiss. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled down the zipper at the back of your dress. Once it reached all the way he let the dress pool around you before tossing it to the side. He left trails of wet kisses around your jaw and down your neck, however you had other things in mind. You attempted to reach for his clothed cock as he kept kissing you and gave it a desperate squeeze, making him pull away immediately from your neck.

“That needy, huh?” He retreated off of you and removed his shirt before his pants along with his boxers— his cock springing out in its full glory. You didn’t expect him to stay at the edge of your bed and lean back slightly with his cock still standing on its end. You shifted yourself so you were now on your knees. Suddenly, you felt his hand combed your scalp before grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you close. “Don't just stare at it, cariño,” he tugged at you and brought your face closer to his crotch.

“Since when were you in charge?” You quipped, wrapping your hand around the length and swiped your thumb over the pre-cum that was already leaking from the tip.

“The second I realised how bad you want this by getting yourself the morning after pill. Now get to work.” You didn’t expect him to catch you off guard like that, let alone even give you an answer to your rhetorical question but now you could feel your mouth getting dry. Did he know how much of an impact he had on you with his words?

“You better not make a mess on my bed.” You joked but there was a hint of seriousness in your tone. Though you wanted Miguel to leave a mark in your bedroom the morning after, the last thing you wanted was a stained sheet to deal with.

“You realise that means you’re gonna have to swallow, right?” He cocked his brow. You knew he was right and you didn’t have anything against that. If it were anyone else you wouldn’t agree to do it at all, you wouldn’t even let them touch your hair like this; they could just fuck you and leave. But you wanted the night to last with Miguel so you’d do anything it’ll take.

The strong scent coming from his crotch mixed with the faint smell of his sweat was dizzying and ignited a fire deep in your gut. That might be the pheromones doing that. You planted small kisses on the surface as his cock twitched with anticipation and desperate to be squeezed. The stifled groan you heard from his throat made your cunt throb a little and coaxed you to keep at it.

Slowly, you wrapped your lips around the tip and took his length in his mouth. You tried to avoid scraping your teeth on the skin so you wouldn’t cause him any discomfort— given the fact that his girth was taking up a lot of space in your mouth, it was difficult. You still remember the first time you sucked him off on your wedding night and he specifically told you not to do that. His length rubbed against your upper palate while your tongue wrapped around its surface. It was taking up your whole mouth and you struggled to maintain a steady rhythm while giving it some friction. It wasn’t the most pleasurable experience having your mouth full to the point where he was almost touching your gullet, but watching his reaction made it all worth it. You kept your focus on his moans and the pleasurable sound of your name on his lips. His lascivious noises were for you and only you and encouraged you to keep your pace.

That’s it, that’s it. Let me hear you.

You noticed the muscles on his thighs clenching now. It was all familiar to you, the way his body would react when he was close to his peak. Before you knew it, you could taste the ropes of his warm jizz spilling from his cock. However, you forgot how much this man could come and you bit off more than you could chew, throwing you completely off guard. Your mouth was starting to fill up more as he released and his cum was beginning to leak down your chin— your eyes watered from the intensity and you had to pull away so you wouldn’t choke. His cock was now slick from a mix of your saliva and his remaining cum. You felt his thumb wiping your mouth before he lifted your head up to look at him.

“You okay?” His voice was still hazy and eyes still half-lidded.

“Yeah…just forgot how intense you can be.” You answered, still trying to stabilise yourself.

“Let me make you feel good then.” He gestured for you to lay down on the bed. You complied and you watched how his hands reached for your panties. His thick fingers hooked on the loop before pulling them off completely. The feeling of the open air hitting your drenched cunt, that was trapped in your panties for so long, made you shiver. His index finger rubbed against the folds first. You could hear the slick sound of yourself as he kept rubbing you. Without warning he inserted his finger in your gaping hole leaving you squirming under him. His fingers were big, so big, and though you have felt them before, your body was still not prepared for the sensation.

You gulped when his finger was fully inserted with the heel of his palm pressed against the sensitive bud. He pulled out and started pumping his digit while curling them inside you. Your breathing became more shallow as he continued finger-fucking you. Part of you wondered how it would feel if he used his talons inside you. But you didn’t want to risk anything. Things were getting so good. You tensed when you felt another one of his thick fingers being pushed inside you and you couldn’t control the whine that came out of your mouth and the way your body convulsed.

The knot inside your stomach snapped as your walls clenched hard before spilling everything. He pulled out his fingers and stuck them near your mouth, his eyes instructing you to open. You did and started sucking on his coated digit, the mix of his salty cum mixed with yours on your taste buds. You released his fingers and he plunged them back in your hole. Even with them being coated in your spit, it was still dizzying taking in his fingers, especially now that your cunt was swollen from your release— it felt a little sore this time around but the pain was easy to subside with his palm nudging on your clit.

“Come on cariño, I know you can come on my finger again.” You knew there was no point protesting. Once he had his mind fixed on doing something, he would do everything in his power to get it done. It was another thing you loved about this man. “Can those other men you had flings with make you come with just their fingers?” Ah, of course he remembered you saying that. You wondered what was going through his head when you told him. Was he jealous? Maybe he wanted to claim you again? “Tell me, cariño” You didn’t say anything to him directly but it didn’t take long for your body to spasm again and your cunt gushed with another orgasm. That was all he needed to satisfy his query. You were a panting mess by the time he pulled his fingers out of you again.

You still had enough strength to register and watch what he was doing next. He left wet kisses around your stomach and licked the exposed skin. He lowered himself around your crotch and sent trails of kisses around your inner thigh before getting to your swollen core, still dripping from your last release.

“Miguel…” you breathed, still trying to maintain your composure.

“You thought I was going to give you my cock after that?” His breath brushed against your eager cunt that was still clenching onto nothing. He was definitely doing that on purpose. “You scratched my back so I’ll scratch yours. That’s how it’s always been with us, remember? I saw how you were struggling so I thought I’d reward you for your work.” Sweet fuck, you loved this man. You chewed on your lower lip to suppress your pathetic moan. The look he was giving you between your legs only made your cunt pulsate more and your walls desperate for some friction.

All those other men you had flings with were never too focused on getting you to come. They only used the sex as a stress reliever and just wanted to reach their own climax so they could fill you up. But you never complained though, in truth, you just wanted to feel another man’s touch. Since there were no strings attached and you weren’t committing to any of them, you felt like they didn’t owe you anything like that. You thought to yourself that things will be easier for your heart to handle this way since you weren’t expected to get hurt. Your mind was so fogged with that idea, you forgot what it felt like having someone care for your needs too.

He started off with licking your folds in aching slow motion, getting you riled up. Your hands immediately reached for his hair and laced your fingers through the locks, letting out a shaking breath of approval when you felt him sucking on your sensitive bud. His mouth was giving you a better sensation on your clit than his palm, that only just barely brushed against it. He pulled away momentarily and you could see your mess glistening around his lips.

Then you saw it, his fangs emerging making your heart quicken in your chest before he dived in again, fully connecting his mouth onto your core. The sudden contact made your legs enclose around him in reflex. He lapped his tongue over the folds all while gently scraping his fangs over the sensitive areas. He was careful with his movements not to dig his canines too deep to cause any pain. It was a new feeling you’ve never felt before and you knew you’d never experience it with anyone else. Every juice leaked from your core was eagerly licked by him.

You attempted to grind your sex against his face to get some sort of friction from his tongue but his strong grip on your hips planted you on the mattress. That still didn’t stop you from squirming under him though. Your mind started to cloud with bliss and all you could focus on was his tongue movement and the feeling of his fangs grazing on your skin. He watched your reaction between your thighs as your mouth hung open. You couldn’t see his full face but through the looks of his eyes, you could tell he was giving you a smug expression as he ate up your reaction to his touches like a famished man.

You could feel your senses firing again as the heat was building up in your core. His tongue started lapping faster and flickering deeper into your cunt and you couldn’t take it anymore. Your back arched against the bed and with a desperate cry, you finally unraveled again, everything that squirted from your pussy was quickly licked off from his tongue. As he pulled away, there was a line of saliva that connected your folds with his lips that he wiped away with the back of his hand. He lapped over his fangs too that were also coated from your fresh release. He leaned into your face again and kissed you lightly. You tasted and smelled the bittersweet of yourself from his mouth as he went to suck on your lower lip.

Next thing you knew, you were gently pushing and flipped over on the bed, ass up. He had better access to your hair now and it’ll be easier to take him in this position. He held onto your back, guiding his cock through your rear. He braced himself before he made his entrance slowly. You could still taste him and yourself on the base of your tongue and you knew his cock was still coated in your saliva making it easier to squeeze between your folds. Your walls caressed every inch of him as he pushed further and further into you.

You could hear and feel the suction from yourself that gripped around his length as he pulled back only to shove himself back in again. As he did, you could feel your clit rubbing against the sheets beneath you with each force from his thrusts. The bed screeched in protest as he rolled his hips into you, forcing it to move up and down. His rhythm became more sporadic like all that pent up energy was poured into one night while your head was buried into the pillow, muffling the noise building up in your throat. You were truly helpless under him, his frame was completely enclosing over you so you were rooted on the bed being shoved into the mattress over and over again from his thrusts. Blood could be heard rushing in your ear and every pulse in your system was throbbing.

Miguel, what have you done to me? What the fuck have you done to me?!

Each thrust was more intense than the last, forcing you deeper into the sheets. You couldn’t control the noises that were coming out of your mouth now as he was desperately trying to chase the high he could only get from you and the way you were squeezing him in all the right places. You felt his fingers combing through your hair again before he tugged gently, but firmly enough to force you head up from the pillow to look at him. The red hue on his eyes were glowing against the low lighting in your bedroom as he continued to plunge himself into you.

“Talk to me…who fucks you good?” He spoke over your shoulder and over the sound of the bed creaking, his breath fanning over your ear. You caught a glimpse of his fangs as he grinned at you and you allowed yourself to be drowned by the richness of his voice. He must’ve recognised that you couldn’t form anything coherent from your mouth so he slowed down his pace to give you a chance to talk.

“You…” Was all you could muster before you slipped out another moan from your lips. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, let alone form a cognitive thought in your head.

“Say my name, querida.” He commanded, giving one strong thrust that caught you by surprise.

“You, Miguel. It’s you-!” You gasped, the sound of your own voice was sounding foreign to you. No one had ever managed that out of you. He released your hair and your head dropped back on the pillow, no longer having the strength to hold yourself up. Out of all the times you’ve been fucked on your bed, this was by far the loudest you’ve been. The walls weren’t thin but you knew you’d still be getting noise complaints by the neighbours not just from your moans but with the repeated sounds of the headboard knocking against the wall. But that wasn’t in your mind right now. Every thought was slowly melting away from your brain, even your consciousness of your surroundings as he kept fucking you. It was like every other room in the building and everyone else in the apartment didn’t exist anymore— just you and him. You couldn’t see him but the sweat building up on his skin was giving off a subtle distinguishable smell and was causing his body to stick to yours as he kept on going.

He’s close, he’s close, he’s close.

Through your teary vision, you noticed him gripping onto your headboard as leverage before going deeper inside you. There it was, you could feel his release reaching every crevice and surface area inside as his body trembled from his strong climax. The rush of his hot release made you cry out his name before he took his time to pull out. Even with him releasing his cum deep inside you, there was still some leaking out through your folds.

You felt Miguel’s torso and your back sticking together with your sweat as he took his time to lift himself off of you. Lifting your head up from the pillow, you turned to see him leaving the room, his footsteps echoed in your, now, quiet apartment. You took this time to shift and turn your body around, the sheets were slightly damp under you. Your legs were still shaking from his rough thrusts and climax. Your senses were slowly coming back to you and the pulse in your ear was slowing down. The sound of the faucet could be heard from your kitchen as Miguel filled up a glass before his footsteps could be heard again as he approached you with a glass of water.

“Thought you might need this…” He handed you the glass. With shaking hands, you took the cold glass.

“Thank you.” You downed the water in one go, feeling the coolness down your throat before placing the empty glass on the nightstand.

“Do you want to get cleaned up?” Miguel asked. Your legs were still sticky from his cum and your sweat but you weren’t worried about that.

“In a bit, let me just hold you for a second, please.” Miguel climbed into bed and lied beside you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. His warmth enveloped you and you through us swirled in a mixture of emotions. The passion you've just shared with him is still palpable with the smell of sweat and fresh sex woven in the air. Your finger fiddled with Miguel’s collar bone before you cradled his jaw. Your heart was still going haywire even as the intimacy was starting to settle down between the two of you. Your gaze shifted to his own and your mind started to wander. You thought about the future and even started a family you’ve longed for with Miguel but didn’t dare to dream about until now.

“Miguel…do you ever think about having children?” You whispered, too afraid to break the peaceful silence.

“I do…is that what you want mi amor?” He murmured. Mi amor? You gulped.

“Yes but…with your Spider DNA, what if our children inherit them too. I want them to live a normal life but what if they face the same dangers you do? What if I won’t be able to handle it?” You confessed. Miguel caressed your cheek and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear before he spoke.

“I understand your worries, but we can’t let fear hold us back. I promise to protect you and them and I’ll try to be the best father and possibly the best husband too.” He reassured you. Amidst the doubts and uncertainty, there was still an undeniable warmth. The idea of raising a family with him felt like a second chance at happiness. You’ve both faced so much and you’ve overcome them. Perhaps you could both navigate the challenges of parenthood too. One step at a time.

“Thank you, Miguel. I think we should get in the shower to clean up now, don’t you?”

He smiled.

“You’re right. But first, don’t forget to take the pill…”

Part 4 🔞🔞

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #Miguel o’hara x reader smut #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #♦︎— spicy #★— ayrus writes

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radiance1 · 9 months

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Cha'll know when Danny had the power to control the weather?

Okay so we roll with that.

So what if the GIW took notice of how this seemingly human boy could cause unnatural weather based on whatever emotion he was currently feeling?

So they scoop him up, because they can do that due to having government perks, and try to 'train' him into using his power responsibily.

Which, in actually, was just training to stop him from feeling.

Then they found out that Danny is Phantom, but instead of thinking Danny was a ghost, they thought he possessed by Phantom, and tried to find a way to forcefully separate them.

Which they did.

Danny Fenton and Phantom split, Fenton still had the ability to control the weather with his emotions, while Phantom was carried off for experimentation.

Positive reinforcement, while working, failed to produce the best results possible, so they had to result too... negative, reinforcement.

It produced fast results; the Fenton boy was getting better and better at forcing down and disconnecting from his emotions until the changing of weather was kept to a minimum.

Phantom also produced excellent results under the scientists' hands, as well.

All in all, things where going hell. Even if the Fenton boy and Phantom seemed to have some sort of symbiotic relationship, perhaps due to the length (currently unknown) of possession, they developed an emotional link with one another?

So this goes on for a while, before, surprise surprise. Some of the scientists get sort of complacent and that lead to Phantom escaping, taking Fenton and running through the prototype ghost portal they were making through trial and error, and the ghost had the nerve to destroy it behind him.

Then Phantom and Danny fall through another portal because Phantom was kinda flying injured and a bit away from dropping and then they end up in an entirely different dimension.

So then Danny had to drag his other half into a rundown building that wouldn't meet any health standards and try to treat his injuries with torn up pieces of cloth from his shirt.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp

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yaut-jaknowit · 2 months

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Hear me out… the reader pegging Uihoy or Vic’tao 🤔

Tables Have Turned

Pairing: Vic'tao (male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: pegging (Duh), knots, anal, sub!Vic’tao, Dom!Reader, praise, pet name (Pretty boy, love, lover boy, etc…), talks about milking (like draining him of his sperm). Let me know if I miss any!

Word Count: 3580

Summary: Vic likes to act all dominate, like he's the top dog on the ship. If you know his hidden spots, you can turn the dominate male into a begging slut.

Author Note: So I’m choosing Vic for this. I looked at my master list for him and it’s looking a bit bare compared to Uie. Poor boy needs some love. And he’s not as much into pegging as Uihoy but he’ll indulge you. I also want him to be tied up some more at our expense.

Masterlist

Ao3

Like the position he’s place you into countless times, Vic’tao was stuck, tied, and restrained. These ropes, tested at their full strength, held up to peek male Yautja strength. A pair of cuffs held his hands behind his back, entwined in rope as well. Said material was soft against their scales. Though durable, it was wrapped beautiful to create a pattern that worked well to keep him trapped.

A few tools were laid out by his side. Everything needs to work a well endowed Yautja-like cock into his ass. It took a little convince and reassuring to make sure he was comfortable with this.

Once you got the go ahead, you were already planning everything you would do him. Anything to get him back on his knees, in this same position. Ass up, face down.

Between his slightly opened legs hung his long, bright green cock. It fit his stature. Tall, lean, agile. The green the same shade as the color of his blood. Perfect to reach all those spots deep inside of you and even further to reach your guts. You softly grasped the thicker base of his cock, his dormant knot slightly squeezy in your hold.

A large vein was popping out underneath his knot. You ran the soft pad of your finger against it and watched at the Yautja at your mercy squirmed and writhed at that touch alone. Despite loving the way the two of them pound you into the sheets or whatever surface was suitable for, seeing either of them like this did things to you.

“Look at you, so sensitive just from that,” you teased with a light tone and squeezed his knot again. He growled with clicks and pulled at his restraints. All it would take was one word to stop all of this, Vic knew this.

“Of course I am, touching my dick like that,” he snapped back you, hands flexing in the cuffs but unable to break the metal. You ran both your thumb and dull nail down the length of his twitching shaft. Vic’tao grunted and struggled more against his bonds but couldn’t get the material to snap like last time. Trial and error to get you here. “By Paya’s name, you’re going to be the death of me, little hunter.”

You couldn’t help the sly smirk on your face. “If all it takes is a single finger on the underside of your cock, you might need to toughen up, love.” Vic’tao growled again, lean muscles flexing still. Determined as he was, the rope would not bend to his will.

“I could say the same about my fingers filling that tight hole of yours. It’s dripping, isn’t it?” he snarked and still tried to act tough in a position he was at your will in. You giggled and pinched the cone shaped head of his cock. It jumped in your grasp and slapped against his belly. His hips rutted down into your hand and rubbed the precoat slick covering his cock onto your skin.

The Yautja gave an undignified cry. Small beads of precum drippled out to coat your fingers. You swiped what you could and licked it off in one fell swoop. Salty with a tang that just Vic’tao, Vic’tao. “You could easily beat me with how much your leaking yourself, lover boy. You need to save some for me though. Don’t you want to fill up my hole?” You leaned down to his ear while a hand ran up the length of his spine then back down. “Breed me? Full me with your seed? Watch as if leaks out only for you to fuck it back into me to make sure it takes?”

Vic’tao howled. His pulse shooting skyward. He pulled together every ounce of his strength together and strained once more against both the rope and cuff. They groaned and rattled under the peek male in his prime but thankfully held. True to Uihoy’s word, these ones would work for the occasion.

As his mate for the last two years, you knew what did it for him. Breeding for Uihoy and Vic’tao are extremely high. It comes down to their very DNA. Yet, for Vic’tao, its worse. Want to get him riled up? Talk about breeding you. His seed deep inside of you. Then, if you don’t have him in a position as of now, you would be bent over just the same and filled. Just like how you said. Bred.

Vic’tao doesn’t kid around when it comes to breeding.

Deep, lung filled breaths panted from the straining male. Yet, he realized he could not get out of ropes on his own. “Untie me, now. Tressure. Now.” Without the safe word in the mixture, you brushed him off with a grin. He snarled so loudly it vibrated the air itself, like a gator bellowing. “I’m going to pauk you until you can’t think, can’t walk, can’t pauk-de talk. All you’ll remember is my name. That’s all.”

See? Just a mention about breeding has the male more than ready to stuff his cock into you, knotting deep. You giggled and patted the plush fat of his ass. “I love seeing you like this. Thinking you’re the one in charge. But when I’m milking you of your worth, it’ll be you who can’t even think. Nothing more than my cock plowing your ass into tomorrow,” you promised and ghosted your fingers over the tight ring of muscles. His lower back muscles tense and drew that part away from you touch.

“You won’t shy away from my touch much longer. I’ll have you bouncing back to each of my thrusts in a little bit, love.” The Yaujta growled again and strained against the ropes but with less strength this time. He must be finally coming to the realization he can’t win.

Watching as the male submit to your control was sweeter than candy. A grin was plastered to your face and nothing could wipe it off.

With one of your hands, you pulled his cock out from between his legs and leaned down. Soft, supple lips encased his pointed tip and sucked. Precum dripped into your waiting mouth. Your tongue ran a line on his slit.

A pitiful whine surpassed his lips. He wanted more. You smirked around his head and suckled like a calf on the head. His thigh muscles tensed and trembled. But even if he could close them despite the small bar keeping them open, you were just out of reach. You pulled back, saliva and precum connecting you to his hard cock. He released another weak noise. “Little hunter, please,” he pleaded, already.

The slit of the head of his cock was extremely sensitive. You knew to use this against him to get him begging in seconds.

Over to the side, you reached over and pick up a rubber zip tie of sorts. With their different anatomy, it took a little experimenting to see what works best. Then, you tied it around the very base of his cock, further down than his deflated knot and tightened it accordingly. He squirmed in your hold.

“Don’t-don’t use that. Please, anything but that,” he mewled and panted.

You laughed and patted his backside. “I can’t have you spilling so quickly. I want this to last. You know how the end is when you wait.” With their balls internal, this is the best you could to edge him with less worry of him coming before you wanted him to. You leaned down and gave a sucking kiss on his knot. He choked on a gasp, whole body shuddering.

Vic’tao knew this. Being edged and forced to wait for the inevitable to erupt from inside of me. He would never admit it but he loved it.

Along the sides of his cock were these small round bumps. They helped stimulate a spot inside of a female Yautja, different compared to a human. For you, they still felt good. You tilted your head and ran a stripe from your tongue up from the base back up to his tip. Your muscle running over each little nub then teasing his slit again. He jumped in your hold.

At this point, he looked painfully hard. His veins growing more prominent the long you teased him. Drool freely poured from his panting mouth. His eyes glazed over and dazed. A sight you were happily drinking.

Cool lube coated your fingers generously. You placed a clean hand on the plump flesh of one of his cheeks and rubbed the lubed digits around his puckered hole. The bright green cock between his legs slapped against the taunt muscles of his belly. You softly petted his butt. “Relax, I’m going to take good care of you, okay?” you cooed to the blissed male in your hands.

He whined and dazedly nodded his head, wiping more drool on the sheets below him. “Such a good boy,” you praised your lover. In return, he keened, head raising off of the bed. “There he is. You ready for my fingers?” Vic’tao rapidly nodded his head and pushed back on your hands.

Carefully, you slowly prodded his hole and pushed only a finger in. Instantly, you knew he could handle two but decided this time to go slow. It was rapture the way your digit disappeared inside of him. You slowly pulled out and began a soft rhythm that would loosen him up.

It didn’t take long for him to rut back on your single figure. You stopped him though and slickened up another digit before using it to stretch him all the same. He clenched down on your presence inside of him. That caused the muscles to flutter around your fingers, nearly forcing you further into him if it wasn’t for your knuckles.

Between his legs, you ghosted the tips of your fingers down the underside of his cock. Your lover jumped then tried to grind down on any part of you giving him friction. You decided to push him and added another finger. Three in total stretching hole for when you pull out the strap on that was the size of a Yautja, it would only give pleasure. As your good boy, he deserved it.

Once all four of your fingers fit comfortably inside of him, you withdrew them. His hole clenched down on nothing. “It’ll be okay. You’re ready to take my cock, love.” You stood up after grabbing the harness and slipped it on while putting on a show for him.

The thick shaft hung heavy from its own silicon weight between your legs. Lube was used to slick up the whole thing. You stroked it in front of Vic. The Yautja watched with hooded eyes, rapture clawing at his insides. His muscles again squeezing around the lack of fingers or this cock inside of him.

False concern passed over your features. “Oh, what’s wrong? Needing something to fill you? Need my thick cock to stretch you open?” you cooed and knelt in front of him to rub your thumb over the bridge of his brow. He whimpered again and leaned up.

With his long, forked tongue, he licked just the tip of the lubed silicon. If this thing was real, you would’ve probably be groaning and plowing into him immediately afterwards. Which, you were planning to do anyhow. You gave another stroke of the strap on before grabbing at his tresses and pulling them back. This forced him to keep his head more up. “Spit on it,” you growled out.

A dangerous look passing over your features. You shuffled a little closer to and forced more of the dildo into his awaiting, already drooling mouth. In his state, he did his best to slobbering over the material until it dripped with his saliva. You released his dreads and pulled back your hips. “Such a good boy. Getting the strap on all ready for yourself,” you praised him again. He purred choppily and attempted a grin up at you.

You ran your fingertips along his brow again before shuffling behind him again. Due to the height difference, you forced him to sit down on his knees more. This was a beautiful sight to behold. If you had a camera on you, you would happily snatch a photo of this for both you and Uihoy. It wasn’t one you see very often due to the fact he wasn’t very submissive. Uihoy, he likes when he can be lazy. He does get his moment is random energy and plow you until you can’t think. But, Uie’s an old man who wants to live out the rest of his life peacefully.

Slicked up digits prodded his hole again. The muscles around it fluttered in reaction. “Okay, pretty boy. I need you stay relaxed for me. Can you do that?” you cooed softly to him

Underneath you, Vic whined and wiggled his hips the best he could, enticing you. You sat up and grabbed the base of the strap on. It was hefty in your grasp as the pointed head was pressed to his hole. He flinched again. Your other hand came up and ran the length of his spine a couple of times. “Relax, love. I’m going to take great care of you. I’m going to milk your balls dry, take every last drop for my own. Then maybe, I’ll let you breed me before the end of the night.” You grinned as that got the reaction out of him. He tugged at the restraints even though he knows they won’t budge this time.

Both of your hands gripped his narrow waist. Then, you began to push the head into him. A combination of his slobber and the lube easily slid it in until you hit a thicker part of the shaft. Not even your fingers could stretch him that much. Your eyes were glued to the sight of him splitting open for this fake cock attached to your hips.

“I know you can do it, Vicy boy. You’ve done it with Uie before. And he’s got a bigger one than this dinky thing.” The Yautja grunted at the reminder of the stretch his other mate gave him. Uihoy’s size fits his stature as well.

It was the praise he need to allow the rest of it to sink further into him. Your hips pressed skin to skin against his rounded butt. In tandem, the two of you moaned out. Your nails dug into the flesh of his hips, forcing him stay. He wasn’t allowed to move, wasn’t allow to control anything about this. You were in control and he had to take it, take the entire cock yo his ass.

“Yeah, that’s it. Took so well. Got the entire thing inside of you, pretty boy. Such a pretty boy. Want me move?” you questioned and rubbed at his hips again.

“Please, move. Fuck me!” Vic pleaded and strained the metal of his cuffs as the groaned. The material stayed strong though still shook. You grinned and pulled back your hips until only the head stayed inside of his stretched hole. His fingers curled into fists and panted. With a single, strong thrust, the cock was buried deep into him again.

The Yautja howled his cry again. In this position, all he could do was take and take and take. There was no rutting back, no pushing into each thrust. He was strictly at your mercy. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

A grin was plastered to you features as you thrusted into him countless times. You aimed your hips down to ensure the length of shaft rubbed along that sensitive spot deep inside of him. You loved the fact males of both species had their similarities as such. When he groaned, you knew you found it and focused on that spot even more.

Every thrust in, flush with his butt, allowed his digits to touch your stomach. He attempted to grab at what flesh was within reach. Yet, there wasn’t enough for him to hold to. You knew he was scrambling for purchase before the inevitable hit him. Unless the cock ring did its job and kept him from disobeying you so soon.

Between his legs, you reached around his torso and grasped the painfully hard cock. Steel in your hand, you ghosted your fingertips up the underside. Vic twitch in your grasp, cock slapping against his chest again. All the while, you don’t stop moving your hips, driving the thick shaft into him.

You leaned back up and gazed down at the beautiful sight before you. Dulled nails dug into the plush flesh of his cheeks and held them, using them to pull you back into him.

The noises echoing back to you in the safety of your room were downright dirty. The slaps of your hips to his flesh were loud. Vic’tao himself was stentorian. About the loudest you’ve heard him before.

His muscles fluttered around the silicon again, trying to either push it out or swallow more of it. If you had to bet, it was the latter.

“Gonna… gonna come. Let me. Take-take off the damn ring, please. Let me. Wanna breed my little treasure. Let me fill that tight hole,” Vic mumbled and ranted to you in a voice you could barely understand. Even when he’s below you, taking a dildo up the ass, he tries to act like he’s in charge of the situation. Breeding with him is always a big thing for Vic’tao.

“Oh, sweetie. You want to breed me, don’t you?” you teased him and aimed your hips downward again. The muscles that lined his arms flexed with great strength. Your Yautja began to chitter in his language, losing himself to the pleasure. His brain turning to mush.

Once more, you encase his cock with your hand and slowly pumped at the throbbing muscle. He was on the edge; you could tell by the way his moans grew in pitch. More whinny than before, almost like a bat.

One handed, you undid the ziptie clamped down under the growing knot at the base of his cock. “Okay, pretty boy. You can come. Come all over my hand. Then, you’ll get a treat. Be a good boy and come for your mate,” you commanded of him. Your hand returned to stroke his cock, now trying to milk your love for all he’s worth.

His voice cut out as he pitched his head back with a cry. Loads of cum spilled onto the sheets below, staining the material and soaking your hand. You didn’t stop, both in stroking and thrusting. You were determine to take everything he could give.

The sight was beautiful. His muscles clenching around the dildo lodged into him, hitting that special spot that made him see stars.

At this point, his cum just leaked out of him onto the ground. You stopped moving and titled your head to glance at his face. His gorgeous eyes were hidden, closed as he gather whatever was left of him. “You okay, Vicy?” you asked in a softly, low voice. All he gave was a low groan but nothing else to supply he was in pain or discomfort.

A soft smile replaced your grin. You reached with your clean hand to rub your thumb along his cheek bone. “You did so well for me, Vic. Such a good boy. Look all the cum you produced. Imagine that inside of me next time. Don’t you want that.”

“Fuck, treasure. You’re gonna start something I know you can finish,” he grunted. One eye flicked open, still hooded over while he gazed at you. Instead, you shook your head in response.

Carefully, you withdrew your hips and pulled the shaft from him. “No. What we’re going to do is drag your sore ass to the bathroom. Then, I’ll wash you clean, change the sheets, and snuggle you,” you promised the yellow and blue Yautja now in your care. He rumbled deeply in his chest and slightly tugged on his restraint again.

Slowly, meticulously, you unwrapped the rope from his body. Each time a spot had been rubbed raw, you placed a kiss on the area and apologized.

After the last little bit fell, he stood up on his knees first and stretched his arms high above his head. Vic turned around then latched his arms around you and pulled you close to him. At first, you thought he was getting pay back for all the teasing you gave him. But, instead he just held you.

Well, until he rubbed his slick and sticky cock against your stomach, getting the clothing dirty. You scoffed and pushed him away, which he allowed for you to. “Vic! That’s gross,” you scolded and glared at the dark spot on your shirt. “That stuck is hard to wash out properly.” It takes a whole week of soaking in water and some sort of soap to get it out.

Vic chortled then stood, always towering over you. You got to your feet as well. “You know, I’m supposed to be bravely carrying you to the bathtub for a soak,” you mumbled with a teasing smirk. The yellow Yautja raised a brow at you.

“If you want, I can just collapse onto you and see how that words for you,” he jestered back. You set a unheated glare at your mate.

“You and your superhuman strength.” Vic laughed once more at your misfortune.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader

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Personal Nurses

Summary: You get sick with something and need to stay home, and so your lovely boyfriends take up the job of nursing you back to health.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick (sore throat, stuffy nose, and fever). Taking medicine. Half Google translated Spanish, my high school Spanish is really rusty the grammar may be weird. Other wise a nice wholesome sick comfort fic.

Author’s Snip: Fun fact, this was originally going to be a fic where it was about Abi (the reader and system’s daughter that have a bit of an unofficial series with) getting sick. But I decided to make it about the boys taking care of you because I got a nasty cold a while ago and wanted to see this.

Notes: Again, the grammar in Jake’s Spanish speaking might be not so good because my Spanish is rusty as hell.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 692

Being sick wasn’t that great. Sure, it got you out of needing to do things, but you also had to deal with actually being sick. And that’s never great.

You went to bed last night with a tickle in your throat and runny nose that you thought would pass in the morning, but then you woke up dying for water, barely able to breathe through your nose, and now you were burning up like a whore in church.

When Steven eventually woke up and found you in the kitchen you could tell he knew. You made an attempt to brush it off by saying “I’ll just drink some tea and sit under an air conditioner today.” but you could see Steven and the rest of them in that brain vote no on even letting you get out into your work clothes.

So now you get to wallow in bed and have three personal nurses.

Since Steven was the one who woke up with the body, so he was the one who set everything up. He politely shooed you back into bed, placed extra pillows, called your work for you, made you your tea and breakfast, and brought all that to you in bed with a cold rag and medicine. He also checked your temperature which, of course earned an “Oh, love. That’s no good.” that seemed more like him thinking out loud.

Steven was the one mostly in charge of your comfort and doing things for you when you’re sick. If you wanted an extra blanket, you got one. If your fever rag got lukewarm, he made it cool again. Do you want more water or tea? You got it. Is it too bright? He’ll draw the curtains for you. If anything he was more of a bell boy than a nurse. But it still made him blush a little when you called him that.

Marc was the one in charge of making sure you got your medicine in, and he was on top of it. Apparently, when you were taking a nap after eating breakfast, Marc took the body to go to the pharmacy and get new medicine and vitamins because “The one we have isn’t strong enough.” as if he was able to tell just by looking at you. When he came back, he had you eat some bread, saying “So that it doesn’t mess with your stomach if it's empty already.” and also “It helps it stay down. It has something to stick to.”.

“How do you know all this?” you questioned, to which Marc simply said “Trial and error,”, “Now take the vitamins. It helps your immune system fight it off.” Marc orders. You just shrug and comment “Whatever you say, Nurse Spector.”.

Jake was dead set on making food for you, making Marc go to a whole different market while he was out, just to buy ingredients for the soup he wanted to make you.

“Qué no, Marc. No puedes compras los sopas enlatadas.” Jake said to himself with a laugh. “Mind letting me in on the joke?” Marc asked as he watched Jake cut up the ingredients from the reflection in the soup. “You couldn’t buy them canned soup, Marc. Canned soup doesn’t do it. You gotta make it.” Jake explained, clearly referring to the whole ‘make it with love’ thing. “Well, that’s what we would have,” Marc mentioned. “Because that’s all we got.” Jake said back, “But not for them.” he added as to pointed to where you were resting. “They’d do the same for us.” Jake stated confidently.

When the soup was settled and done, and cooled down enough, Jake brought the bowl straight to you in bed. You thought he was going to bring a little table like Steven and Marc did, but it was clear when Jake kept holding the bowl and took up a spoonful of it and held it towards your mouth. You say his name with a scoff and he smiles. “Come on, mi amor. Steven and Marc got to play nurse today.” Jake teased. You roll your eyes and decide to humor him and let him feed you.

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george-weasleys-girl · 9 months

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North Star Series

NSFW Alphabet for George & Y/N

18+ only

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

George is the king of aftercare. And, while he insists on taking care of the cleanup, it's still very much a mutual activity. Showering together and taking turns washing each other. Cuddles, kissing, checking in with one another, especially if they tried something new or things got a little rough.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself - his arms. He's very protective of Y/N and loves how he can wrap them around her, cocooning her in his warmth and safety.

On Y/N - her hips. He adores the way they sway when she walks and how she knows exactly how to use them in bed to drive him absolutely crazy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

George, first and foremost, loves cumming inside her. But, he admits there is just something so satisfying about seeing Y/N covered in his seed.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It happened during the week George stayed with Y/N while she was sick with the flu. He's never told anyone about it, including Y/N. Despite knowing she wouldn't care, he's still too embarrassed and ashamed about the whole matter.

George had a nightly ritual of masturbating before going to sleep. During the week she was sick, he'd wait until Y/N was asleep, then slip off to the bathroom and take care of business. One night, he couldn't get away. She was asleep but had managed to wrap herself tightly around his arm, preventing him from moving without waking her up. After almost an hour of trying to ignore his raging hard-on, he slipped his hand beneath the covers and jacked himself off, then used his wand to quickly clean up the mess.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Both were virgins when they got together. It was a bit of trial and error in the beginning, but they spent a lot of time experimenting and exploring each other. It didn’t take long for them to learn how to make each other feel amazing.

F = Favorite Position

Any position that allows them to see each other's face. The only exception is 69.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

George can be a bit silly at first, but once things really get going, he's very focused on the task at hand.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

George will trim things occasionally, but since Y/N doesn't care either way, it's not a priority.

And yes, the carpet most definitely match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

They're both incredibly intimate during sex, even quickies, holding each other close, hands roaming over as much of one another's bodies as possible, deep passionate kisses...

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

They both masturbated daily before getting together. And while the frequency is less now, they still indulge and have incorporated it into their sex life, often enjoying mutual masturbation/showing off to one another.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

DIY Porn - It all started when Y/N was in the US, and they sent risqué moving photos to each other. Then George figured out how to rig the cameras to make very short films, and it just took off from there.

Praise kink - This is especially important for George. After feeling second-best for most of his life, he needs to know he's doing a good job.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In the warmer months the rooftop was their favorite. But once the weather cooled down and now with Death Eaters flying around at all hours of the day and night, the bedroom has taken the top spot.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

"Everything Little Thing She Does is Magic." Seriously. It really doesn't take much to turn George on.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing. Nope. Not happening. George has had to share everything with Fred his entire life. Y/N is his and his alone.

Pain. Aside from a playful slap on Y/N's ass or the occasional love bite, neither have found inflicting or receiving pain as particularly arousing.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

They both love giving and receiving oral equally. That's why they enjoy 69ing so much. They will go for hours slowly teasing and pleasuring each other.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It really just depends on the situation. If they're squeezing in a quickie, it's fast and hard. All other times George likes to draw it out as long as possible.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

While they both prefer proper sex, they're certainly not adverse to the occasional quick romp. Usually, in her lab, during one of George’s breaks.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As far as experimentation goes, they'll try almost anything once.

George is definitely the riskier of the two, but he'd never force Y/N into a situation where she's uncomfortable.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

George can go for one, maybe two rounds. But he can last for HOURS.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

George had invented a few things for each of them to use while they were separated, but they rarely use them now that they're together again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

George loves to tease, but he can never maintain doing it for long. The side effect of getting Y/N riled up is that he gets himself riled up as well, and one thing leads to another very quickly.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

George tends to be quiet in the beginning, with little moans and whimpers, but gets louder as he gets closer to his climax.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

They set their alarm an hour early every morning so they have time to start the day properly.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, pictures, or words)

Everything about this man is long and slender.

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

There's no such thing as having too much sex. Right?

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Once the aftercare is done and they're snuggled up in bed, it doesn't take long. A matter of minutes.

~•~

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Fluent Freshman - Part 19

There’s a couple things about FF that might be good to know at this point.

1. There are few things in the world he hates doing more than asking for clarification or admitting he doesn’t understand / know something. The thought of going up to someone and admitting that he hasn’t perfectly comprehended the situation upon the first explanation is something makes his stomach twist like he’d just eaten Mango-Habanero ice cream.

He has figured out his own math theorems in the pursuit of not having to ask the math teacher to explain he doesn’t understand. He got lost in an Ikea once for over 6 grueling hours where he considered making a home there and living among the display rooms until his grandma grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to safety (the food court) and let him regain his strength (eat Swedish meatballs). He, to this day, is not sure about one of his foreign language friend’s names (how embarrassing he just keeps waiting for someone else to say it but they go by some insane nickname).

So he has become a master of piecing shit together on his own. He sometimes gets it wrong (Andrew, god how embarrassing) but for the most part 8 times out of 10 he can get to the right answer if he just has a couple pieces to work with. No one had ever actually explained to him how Exy works and he was too embarrassed to ask after the third week of practice in middle school so he just pieced together what he was and was not allowed to do through the art of trial and error. He’s even mostly pieced out the rules for the other positions.

So with the information he has gotten through people being bound and determined to talk in foreign languages in front of him he has an idea about the tenuous situation some of the older Foxes find themselves in.

He’s heard Kevin Day and Jean Moreau talk in French.

He’s heard that the anxiety in both of their voices as they talked about their futures and owing 80% of their salaries to the ‘Moriyamas’ and how nervous they were about getting on professional teams or else they’d be killed.

Captain Neil and Andrew are not always using Russian to talk dirty.

He’s heard Andrew soothe Captain Neil’s worries about playing for a professional team. He’s heard Captain Neil mention that at least ‘Ichirou’ would likely just kill him and not make a game out of it like his father did.

Organized Crime might have more to do with Exy than FF had originally thought.

(He had thought it. Plenty of times he had thought it but his Gran had warned him that he was overthinking things. That he wasn’t playing a sport invented by the Mafia. That he had caffeinated coffee instead of decaf. “It’s going to be okay sweetie. Just take a deep breath.”)

This leads into the second thing you should know at this point.

2. Before he had signed with Wymack he had known the broad strokes of Captain Neil’s life. There had been a lot of news articles about it and Gran (bless her) loved trashy gossip magazines.

After he had signed with the Foxes he had done a bit of a deep dive on as many of their controversies as he could find. There’d been things from brawls on the court (worrying), player overdoses (concerning), a straight up MURDER (Oh god), and the very public breaking of the King of Exy’s arm resulting in his suicide (Warranted, that wacko was going to take off Captain Neil’s HEAD.)

But the thing that had made him actually a little bit, dare he admit, excited to go to Palmetto was the fact that Captain Neil was there.

For someone who froze for almost a decade, who just took it and didn’t have the balls to even react? Neil Josten is an inspiration.

This is someone who got away, who lived a life completely unlike FF’s, someone who knew how to run and more impressively someone who learned how to FIGHT. Captain Neil was being hunted but he still ripped people to shreds in interviews. Captain Neil was probably more scared of the Butcher than FF had been of anything in his entire life but Captain Neil was way braver than FF could ever hope to be.

Captain Neil was taken and tortured but he still fought. FF had seen the scars and Captain Neil is right to wear them proudly (though based on some conversations he has unfortunately overheard he is sure Andrew may have a role in Neil’s positive feelings about them).

FF had thought that he was being lead to his death down in a basement of a club (Don’t cringe. Don’t cringe. Don’t cringe. Don’t-) and he just trailed right behind the two of them without even an illusion of a fight.

Neil Abram Josten was a bit of a personal hero.

He’s proud to call him Captain Neil. He wishes Andrew hadn’t been there when Greg had mentioned wanting autographs because FF wants an autograph from Captain Neil but now Andrew has probably mentioned it to Neil.

Long story short, FF had looked into a lot of details on Captain Neil’s case.

Including two of the Butcher’s top men who were still on the loose.

Romero Malcolm and Jackson Plank.

He keeps his presence low but no matter how many times he blinks the man grumbling in Italian next to him continues to be Romero Malcolm.

Moreover Romero Malcolm continues to grumble about the fact that he is having a hard time finding ‘Nathaniel’ and that he’ll have to grab one of ‘The Wesninski brat’s friends’ to draw him out.

FF is a recently confirmed friend of Captain Neil.

FF who is standing next to this man, with his dick out, and trying to remain as invisible as possible.

After two shakes (Yes he was watching but only because he had to! He wonders briefly if he goes to the FBI if they would accept a description of Romero Malcolm’s penis for the wanted poster? Probably not but it is BURNED into his retinas.)

He watches as Romero tucks, zips, and then bypasses the sink entirely.

FF shivers at how unhygienic that is. Who RAISED him?

The door shuts and FF needs to get out of here ASAP but his hands are shaking with the sudden adrenaline of ’One of the FBI’s Most Wanted just took a piss next to me and is looking for me friend’. He pulls his phone from his pocket and ducks into one of the stalls. Even if there’s no door it’ll at least FEEL a little safer, a little more private. He needs to warn Neil, Warn Andrew, and warn-

The door to the bathroom SLAMS open and music blares in (palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy-) and his phone slips out of his hands and into the toilet. There are footsteps coming towards him and FF digs deep.

He’s in ultra stealth mode. He is the wall behind the wallpaper. Mantis shrimp can only dream of the color he becomes, the United States military have the CIA on the look out for him because he’s fallen off all conventional forms of radar and tracking.

He is a bargain fruit platter on a dessert table at a kid’s birthday party.

He is ULTRA stealth.

Romero’s gaze glides over him.

Then the man leaves (STILL DID NOT WASH HIS HANDS).

His heart is hammering in his chest but he manages to reach down and grab his phone. Well, Coach Wymack had gotten the extended warranty at least. (“Do you know what these fuckers do to phones? Josten crushed his last year in a fight with the Baseball team captain.”)

His phone’s extended dip into the toilet water had not done it any favors in working properly.

Well fuck.

He wipes his phone down the best he can. He wipes his phone down with some toilet paper before cramming it into his pocket (Sorry Nicky, he’ll wash the toilet water pants if they survive).

He sees a flyer on the wall of the bathroom and starts to think of a plan.

He rushes out of the bathroom (he still washes his hands because he will not have something in common with a man on the FBI’s most wanted list and he just dipped his hand into a CLUB TOILET) and clocks Nicky’s wild arm movements and WORSE clocks Romero just 10 clubbers away.

He sees Romero’s eyes lock onto Nicky and a smile that terrifies him.

He’s out of Ultra Stealth Mode even if every atom in his body wants to run.

He is so stressed and panicked that he has gone beyond his body’s ability to process that so all that is left is determination. He’s got a head full of a half-baked plan, a hand going to his pocket, a second hand on the only ‘weapon’ he has on him, and a stomach full of acid.

He’s pulling his phone out of his pocket before he can really let himself think about it and walking up next to where Romero is standing. He holds his toilet water phone up to his ear and does the one weird social anxiety thing that he had never done before.

He pretends to be on a phone call.

“Hey Captain Neil,” he says and in the corner of his eye he can see Romero’s gaze shift from Nicky (surrounded by an adoring public, covered in sweat and therefore difficult to grab - a difficult target) to himself (alone, shorter, and probably looking like he’s about to pass out). “Yeah I think I’m going to take a break outside after I grab quick drink and then a water at the bar.” He says because he has to be the easier target and he has to go to the bar. “Yeah, yeah, okay I’ll mention it to that bartender guy.” He says and pretends to hang up.

He turns and he walks towards the bar and feels his pulse in his throat go to the beat of the music (success is my only motherfucking option, failure’s not).

He only knows about the alley because in the car ride to Sweetie’s Nicky had mentioned that he wouldn’t let FF’s first time be out there. He had been embarrassed but it was the only way he knew to get Romero out of the club and away from where he could hurt Captain Neil or anyone else in the pursuit of that.

He spots the bartender who had gotten the drinks for their table and his mind completely blanks on the name but the bartender sees him and smiles. “Oh you’re Neil and Andrew’s new friend! What can I help you with? I thought you were-“

“Hi, yes I am Captain Neil and Andrew’s friend.” He says a little loudly because he can feel Romero behind him and he does NOT want the man to know anything about where Captain Neil was.

“Captain Neil? Oh wow that’s adorable.” The man gushes. “What can I help you with? I won’t ask for ID for one of their friends.” He winks.

“I’d like to order the uh…” he tries to remember the exact drink name from the flyer, “…the deluxe chocolate martini?” He asks and knows he got it right when the bartender’s expression shifts ever so slightly.

“Oh yeah, how do Andrew and Neil feel about that?” He asks and oh great a coded conversation. It’s nice to actually be having a real one of these for once instead of just perceiving normal conversations to have hidden meanings.

“They don’t know. They probably prefer that I order it instead of Nicky or Aaron.” He lets his eyes dart to the wide where he believes Romero is watching him.

“I don’t know if that’s true.” The bartender says, “Nicky knows how to handle a drink and Aaron’s not a lightweight either.” He adds.

FF struggles to find a coded way to say ‘It’s not that someone’s hitting on me too hard like the flyer mentioned. It’s that there’s a mafia hitman in your club.’

Finally after a moment, “It’s not the usual kind of drink they get.” He tries and the bartender looks confused by the statement, dammit. He struggles to find a different way to say it before the bartender smiles.

“Y’know you’re really cute.” He reaches under the bar top and grabs a piece of paper and a pen. “How about you write down your number for me cutie? We can meet up sometime.” He says. “I’ll get started on that chocolate martini for you.” He says.

HE COULD KISS THIS MAN.

“I’d like that.” He says.

He writes out a quick message on the small note paper.

‘Armed. After Neil. Looked at Nicky. I’m going to the back alley. Phone is dead.’

The bartender comes back and looks at his note. “We’re out of chocolate martini mix, can I get you something-“ He hopes the club lighting obscures how pale the man got, “something else?” He asks and FF can SEE his pulse.

“Can I just get some water then?” He asks.

The bartender nods and pulls up his phone and hopefully is dialing the police and hands FF a water. His hand grabs hold of FF’s “You don’t need to go out into the alley. You could hang in the backroom with me?” He offers.

There really are some kind people in the world.

“I think it’s better if I’m not in here for a bit.” He says back and honestly he needs this kindness and he has a spare bit of courage, “What’s your name by the way? Sorry I missed it.” He says.

The bartender swallows, “It’s Roland.” He says.

“Thanks Roland.” He twists the cap off of the water bottle and takes a sip.

He turns and pretends not to notice how Romero is trying to be inconspicuous pretending to be on his phone.

He makes his way over to the alley door and notices that Romero is tracking his movements but is not following him like he did to the bar.

His heart is pounding and he can’t BELIEVE he’s doing this. He wants to run, wants to hide somewhere, wants to become imperceptible but…but…

He opens the door to the alley as the bass of the remixed song finishes.

(You can do anything you set your mind to, man)

He lets the door slam behind him and he is alone in the alley.

He was not expecting a van to come to a screeching halt in front of the entrance and for a different face to appear climbing out of the car.

Jackson Plank.

FF looks at the ugly smile on the man as he walks towards him with a knife in hand.

Okay now what genius?

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

5/26/23: EDITED. Can’t believe I forgot to put the Captain in front of Neil’s name on the meme. I’m blaming the accidental early awakening.

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The requests to be added to the tag list keep being spread out across a few different areas. If I missed you please just ask again in the replies I promise I just missed you.

As stated before if you’re up here and I spelled it right but you didn’t get a notification there might be something switched around in your settings that won’t let me tag you properly?

Lillyndra it worked this time!!!

#Fluent Freshman AU #Is it a songfic chapter if it's only 3 lines? Experts aren't sure #Did I listen to lose yourself a lot while writing this chapter? Perhaps #If Nora mentioned something about Jackson or Romero in her extras I did not read it #Also gonna be honest here and state that I forgot the likely year that AFTG happened in and this is happening in 2010 #So I guess this AU also involves a slight time shift #Andrew and Neil may have gotten lost in one another's eyes a bit down in the speakeasy #Really they're just being polite to get all of their PDA out of the way while FF is taking what might be the piss of a lifetime.#(They have no idea how accurate that might be)#Andrew is all set to kiss one of his favorite of Neil's freckles (yes he has ordered them from favorite to lesser favorite)#Then his phone goes off #He looks and it's Roland #Andrew: WTF is Roland trying to call me?#Nicky is busy being the Dancing Queen. If someone plays ABBA he will absolutely scream rn #I had considered a whole sequence of FF trying to get Nicky and Aaron to the safety of the backroom in Eden's #And Nicky just keeps reappearing on the dancefloor while FF is looking for Aaron #I was gonna use that simpsons meme where Moe throws out Barney and then Barney is just right back in the bar #But it got a little too crazy #But just know in this AU Nicky is canonically an excellent escape artist #Maybe Erik went through a bit of a magician phase and Nicky was DELIGHTED to be asked to be his assistant #Maybe that's how they got together #The inherent ROMANCE of magician and assistant #I don't remember if they ever really said in the books or nora's content #If I'm rambling because I forgot to shut off my alarm (Memorial Day 4-day weekend baby)#The fate of FF's phone may have been caused by some slight anger towards my own #RIP FF's Wymack phone (July 2010 - November 2010)#AFTG #AFTG AU #Andreil #FF - Pt.19

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inkofimagination · 7 months

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clouded confessions

late night smoke session turns into some feelings being revealed.

shy!hasan heheh

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“Boo, no,” came the quiet exasperated sigh through your lips. You shook your head with a frown, and stared down at the crazed page before you; scribbles of your notes that seemed to only get progressively more snappy. The sight only made the simmering agitation in your chest closer to its near-boiling point. You bit your lip, and squinted your eyes at the page. Maybe if you stared incredulously at it long enough, it would burn to ash.

This shit was truly too tiring for you.

Another sigh, it felt like that was all you were doing, huffing endless long breaths. You loved your job, really, cherished it too close to your heart. And it was all trial and error, you knew this. but fuck, it was tiring. The disappointment and anger that forms when you aren’t satisfied with your results are enough to doubt everything. And no one likes that feeling. The feeling of losing that grasp and love for your passion.

No one liked feeling the fear of not being good enough either.

You pushed your hair behind your ears, and with your eyes still on the page, you readjusted yourself so you were now lying on your stomach. Huffed as you settled with the paper in your grasp, and with one more quick scan of the notes, you felt the displeasure plaguing you only grow. You picked it up with narrowed eyes, and roughly crumpled it, tossing it across the room.

See how exhausting this is?

Today was a bad day, a grumpy day. You never liked those. You rather liked the days when you found enjoyment through your craft, the days when you could just fucking blaze through the cases without a

You were pretty sure you were beginning to see red. Maybe you were possessed because you were starting to feel the urge to smash your pretty head against the wall many, many times.

You rested your head in your arms with a small frown, and huffed. Deciding that, yes, going to bed would be best. Maybe tomorrow would be better.

You stared at the door and pursed your lips. The good lawyer and bad lawyer in your head were currently having a nasty debate. Go to bed and come back tomorrow with a fresh start or stay, and continue to get progressively angrier. The bad lawyer was sorely losing.

The disappointment towards your work tonight was beginning to make you feel rather sad, instead of angry. And with that, you rapidly decided that it was, indeed, time to go to bed.

You braced yourself before pushing yourself up, and sitting in a kneeling position. It was uncomfortable, the hard floor wasn’t all that kind to your legs, it actually rather hurt. You took a moment to brush your jean-covered legs before actually standing.

As you packed up, you began to zone out and get lost in thought. Whilst closing the case and reaching to clasp each buckle closed, a soft, nearly impossible-to-hear knock interrupted your actions.

You were staying at your friends Hasan’s house at the moment because he was kind enough to let you stay due to your apartment being renovated.

Your hands stilled, and you looked over to the door with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, thoroughly convinced he was asleep after his long stream.

The door opened, and you tilted your head a bit to get a glance at the unexpected guest. When the sight of a cheeky, sheepish smile came into your vision, you had to let out a soft laugh. He only smiled wider at the sound and looked down to hide it. “Hi, Hasan,” you said, looking away from his shy form to get back to your earlier activity of packing up your things.

Hasan Piker. You two became best friends not very long ago, but he was something else. You didn’t know what, but you knew you did really, really like Hasan. Strange, but he was the easiest person to talk to despite the fact you two very opinionated people. You could sit with him for hours and just talk about the weirdest things that have no relevance whatsoever.

“Hi, what are you up to this late at night, hm?” he walked in, shutting the door behind him and curiously looked at the various crumpled balls scattered across the room.

You let out a small ‘shit’, his short look at your mess acted as a reminder that you probably should tidy it up. Placing your case full of documents back on the ground, you paced over to each of the white papers, gathering them in your arms. “Well,” you huffed, “i was going to get to the bottom of this case, but it didn’t really go the way i wanted it to…”

Softly smiling at your mumbled words, he walked over and quickly picked up the rest (the majority) of the papers. “What about you, cheeky boy?” you asked in return, dumping the crumpled balls into the trash. Behind you, he grinned at the nickname. Always smiling when around you, he was. You looked up at him as he came to stand next to you, following your earlier actions. He brushed his hands and turned back to you with a hum, “Couldn’t sleep, ‘nd heard you shuffling around,” he tilted his head at you rubbing your eyes.

A sheepish ‘Oh’, passed your lips, “sorry if i woke you, war’, thought i was being quiet,”

He shook his head at your murmur, and waved a hand with a small smile, “You can’t wake someone who wasn’t sleeping in the first place darling, don’t worry about it,” he wasn’t lying either, really. Even his perfect sleeping schedule gets messed up due many thoughts of his.

Nodding, you bounded over back to your case and picked it up again.

“Okay, well, I’m gonna go to bed now, thanks for helping me tidy up,” you grinned softly at him, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Hasan,”

“See you tomorrow, sweets,” came his gentle reply, still standing there like a moron just watching you. He considered stopping, not wanting to seem like a creep, but ultimately those considerations were put to rest within two seconds. Maybe he could play it off well enough. You had to have known he had a crush on you, and he knew it. He’s such a sweetie towards you, bless him, but not subtle whatsoever.

You gave him one last pretty smile before walking to the door, and just as you were about to open it, your hand ready on the handle, you stopped. You pursed your lips as a thought passed your brain, and raised your eyebrows with a hum. “Do you wanna smoke?”

You don’t smoke weed often but when your stress is going through the roof sometimes it is the only thing that helps.

A beat of silence.

“Fuck yeah, man.”

“Y’know, i love your hair,”

You gently whispered, twirling a soft dark brown strand between your fingers, and surveyed his face. His eyes were closed, and his body was so relaxed you would have thought he was sleeping. Maybe he was, you didn’t know any better. Hasan had his head in your lap, the rest of his body slung across your bed. You had been playing with his hair for the past 15 minutes. Once you started, he’d gone completely silent and shut his eyes. Maybe he really was sleeping.

He absentmindedly hummed in return, and you smiled at the sound. With one hand in his hair, you picked up the joint from the ashtray set on your bedside table, and took a puff. “It may possibly be even better than mine, i must say,” you declared, placing the joint in Hasan’s expectant hand.

At your words, he scoffed dramatically, shaking his head. He took his own puff, before battling your words with his own. “No way girl, are you fucking kidding me?” he exhaled with a scrunched face, making sure to turn away from you as the smoke trailed out of his mouth.

“I’m fully serious,”

He passed the joint back to you with a floppy arm, and you reached over to place it back in its respectful seat in your ashtray. “Nonsense,” he murmured, closing his eyes once again as you played with his hair.

“You’re so pretty,” at his whispered words, your hands, where they were making a small braid in his mane, ceased their movement. the sweet compliment was unexpected, and truthfully, popped up out of nowhere. You pouted down at him, feeling your heart swell at his words. Maybe he was sleeping and dreaming about someone. “Hasan, your eyes are closed, y’know,” he reluctantly opened his baggy, bloodshot eyes, and looked at you.

“Nuh-uh, not anymore they aren’t,” his eyes surveyed your face and he nodded to himself with finality. You cheekily smiled, nearly gushing, “Hasan Piker got a li’l crush on me?” you cooed, untangling your hands from his hair to pinch his cheeks.

He tiredly pushed your hands away with a hidden smile, you quietly laughed to yourself. You felt adoration fill your chest. Really, that pestering anger inhabiting your heart before had melted away as soon as your cheeky boy had popped up on the other side of that door. He didn’t even need to do anything, he didn’t even need to know that you weren’t having a good day, or time, or whatever. Hasan Piker just had to be himself to make you practically beam like the sun.

He had a crush on you? you had a crush on him. a big one too.

You clicked your tongue as he turned his head away from you, and you rested one hand on his chest and the other on the top of his head. Hasan had a smile covering his face, but he was shying away. You couldn’t believe it, you made the Hasan Piker shy. What a night!

“Stop it,” his voice was partially muffled into your lap, and you brought a hand up to your lips. The big smile on your face felt permanent. “You got a crush on me?” came your voice again, this time quieter, not as teasing—just as filled with adoration. He wiggled around, still groaning.

You lightly tapped his cheek, a silent ‘look at me,’ passing from you to him. a small smile was glued to your face as Hasan turned, brown eyes landing on your beaming face—to which he grinned.

That stupid grin stayed on his face as you raised your eyebrows at him and kept eye contact, whilst he looked away and gazed at the ceiling instead. He wanted to keep eye contact with you, it was a continuous challenge between you two. He never lasted more than ten seconds.

You let out a sigh, and looked away as well, trying to pull yourself together. Feared you were having a heart attack with how fast it was beating. The remnants of smoke clouding the air and your lungs only seemed to intensify your feelings—which were already so much. You didn’t know it, but he felt the same. maybe even more so.

“Shit, can you blame me though?” he exclaimed, sitting up. You jumped as he nearly knocked heads with you. Even he didn’t expect this, earlier before his mouth betrayed him.

God, you plagued his mind, and it just slipped out. Really, you were like a stubborn piece of gum stuck to the side of his brain, it was frustrating. Hasan was a complete ladies’ man, and knew his way around the female anatomy like he was a master in the art.

He loved women, went crazy for them but there was just something about you, that made him ache. You were so, so, so pretty, and carried such an abnormally beautiful soul with you everywhere you went. You were passionate in what you did, you were kind, and god damn, you were too fucking funny. You’re so much. too much. Hasan was a very confident man, a charmer, never afraid to speak his mind. Then there’s you, making him feel like a little girl crushing on Harry Styles.

Cheesy as fuck.

“I mean—you’re crazy, girl. Literally a fucking angel, it’s ridiculous,” Hasan mumbled to himself, more ranting than anything. He gaped for a few seconds, trying to gather the words on his tongue. You folded your lips into your mouth as you watched him begin his big confession.

“Listen, i’ve met women, right? Many, many women, men even! A lot of people!” you had to hide a laugh behind your hand at his words, “but you, ah–,” he snapped his fingers and shook his head at you.

“I am a confident man,” Hasan declared, pointing a hand at you.

“Yes, you are,”

After your small reply, he went quiet, still trying to figure out what it is he wants to say. He wasn’t about to say he loved you, no matter how much he wanted to, he was sober enough to know that that was a bit too much.

Hasan felt a lot towards you, you made him feel vulnerable, seen. You made him feel like a literal horde of butterflies were swarming his entire torso. You sometimes made him feel like he was dying, with the way you made his heart skip beats, or made it beat rapidly fast.

How does one convey that feeling without sounding clinically insane? I mean, sure, he’d been able to charm his way with the ladies before. But those ladies were different and you were something.

Something really important. It didn’t help that he was still high as fuck, so, he was relatively stumped on what to say—he did know that he wasn’t up for humiliating himself in front of you tonight.

You bit your lip as you watched him struggle, you considered simply just saying ‘I know, i know, me too,’ to make this whole thing easier for him. But you wanted to give him the time to find it.

The man showed no signs of giving up, and therefore you kept quiet. You played with the rings decorating your fingers as he stayed groaning and shaking his head at the ceiling every so often.

Clearly, he was having a crisis.

And just as you were about to say something, it came to him. Slowly, oddly—not the way he wanted it to, but he couldn’t exactly be picky, and he considered leaving this entire thing for later and instead writing you a letter. But, you didn’t seem like the type of girl to dig that and you were gazing at him expectantly, concernedly, he could feel it burning into the side of his face.

He never wanted to leave a crowd waiting.

“Okay,” he turned to you with wide brown eyes, suddenly feeling a burst of energy. The relaxing effect of mary jane said its farewells, and Hasan, ever unaware in his state of mind, wondered if he had done cocaine instead, you felt like a drug to him. “You, pretty lady,” he huffed, “make me lose my mind, it’s unfair,”

You raise your eyebrows at that, and let out a small laugh, but quiet down with a small smile once realizing he wasn’t done.

“You—and, as i stated before, a fucking angel, i mean come on,” he shrugged before reaching over and grabbing the joint from the ashtray again, Hasan figured he needed his heart rate to go down, relax a bit. He took a puff, grey smoke flowing out of his mouth in a long exhale, before continuing; “I like you a lot, darling. So much too, it kinda hurts a bit,” he placed the joint, now a stub, in the ashy part of its respectful tray.

You nearly melted, the smile on your face became a mere slightly gaped mouth and you thought your eyes were hearts, big red ones like from tom and jerry.

“Just something about you,” he let out a loud ‘whew’, waving an arm and sending you an exasperated look to which you couldn’t help but laugh prettily. And to Hasan, that sound was his fuel through this. This awkward confession that had been weighing him down the whole time he’d first seen you, this confession that he was convinced would make his chest burst eventually. You made it so easy for him, he didn’t care if he got rejected straight after or got laughed at, he still made you laugh.

Sleep, food, water, even fucking air was unnecessary, for the man believed he could live off of your joy and happiness forever.

“You got me wrapped around your pretty little finger,” Hasan murmured.

He slumped and looked at you, starting to feel the insecurity kick in. So, he sighed and looked away, pulling a fresh joint from the small tin on the bed, and ignored your observing stare—despite the fact he desperately wanted to return the eye contact.

You watched as he placed the joint between his lips, and you quickly crawled and snatched the zippo lighter you two shared off the bedside table, making it out of his reach. He still didn’t look at you, merely huffing with a small smile beginning to form on his face, and you had to grin at the sight.

You folded your lips into your mouth, and your eyes flickered around his face. You crawled over to him next, kneeling in front of his relaxed cross-legged form leaning against the headboard.

Letting out a huff at his stubbornness to look at you, you raised a single eyebrow. He only looked away further. it was an odd sight, a vulnerable one, to see the ever-confident Hasan Piker, show shyness and insecurity. He felt exposed, to let his charming facade fall.

You knelt forward and softly grabbed the side of his face, making him have no choice but look at you. to him, it felt like one of those scary fucking laboratory hypnosis sessions. Like his mind just stopped, and was consumed by you, you, you. You were overwhelming, like he couldn’t take a deep breath for a second.

Shit, he thought he might pass out when your hazed eyes flickered between his own, and soon landed on his lips for a split second.

And he thought he might’ve died and been sent to heaven when you gently lifted his face to bring the lighter up to his lips and lit the joint still set between them. It was silent, aside from the soft breaths coming from each of you, and the crisp sound of the paper on the joint burning whilst he took an absent-minded puff. You watched as the joint burned orange, and proceeded to flick the lighter closed, and set it on the sheets.

Truthfully, you seemed relaxed, and understanding, like you just knew. But you were so happy, nearly bursting on the inside. You weren’t quite sure how you were holding yourself together, you felt fully ready to fall apart. Just because of him. Hasan Piker, sure to be the death of you.

You turned back to him, plucked the joint from his lips and brought it to your own. He watched with wide eyes as your soft lips wrapped around the white papers, and you took a hit. You weren’t looking at him anymore, rather simply looking down, and he was feeling a bit glad about it. Not because your eyes were so intense and burned into him just naturally–but because he was sure to truly lose his shit if you did.

Grey smoke trailed out of your mouth and you turned back to him with a small smile, tilting your head. At the sight, Hasan let out a sigh, and lightly hit the back of his head against the headboard. “You’re so cute,” you quietly said, delightedly, and he groaned again and shook his head, bringing his hands up to cover his own smile. “God, don’t—” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Damn you, woman,”

You beamed, and shuffled to grab his hands away from his face. With them in your grasp, you folded your digits with his and his closed eyes opened. Hasan looked at you exasperatedly feeling like a crazed man on a drug. You laughed, the sound ringing clear in his ears like the prettiest bell he ever heard. Again, he could listen to it for ages, like it was a lifeline.

You gave him a knowing smile, released his hands, and readjusted yourself so you were even closer to him. You watched as he took a deep breath, processing the close proximity. Your heart skipped multiple beats as you brought both hands up to cup the sides of his neck, he sighed as you rubbed your manicured thumbs along his jawline. This beautiful man, you thought. You were disgustingly attracted to him, all of him. His entire fucking being.

He was leaning forward towards you now as you hovered before him. To him, it felt like he was being drawn in, he looked back on his hypnosis thought. Your eyes flickered all across the other’s face, and he moved so you were now instead sitting in between his legs. Hasan, cheekily with a grin, placed his hands on your waist and you huffed a soft laugh, resting your forehead against his for a moment. It wasn’t lustful, it was the final buildup of all the unspoken attraction, love, and need between each other. It was sweet, sensual.

He nudged his nose against yours, and he was so, so close. You two moved fluidly and teasingly, closely hovering over each other and chasing the other’s lips. It was like a dance, a silent, ‘you have me, now come get me,’.

Oh, and the reward was legendary. You had your hopes and dreams, but this? It was difficult to describe just how much better it was in comparison. Your lips finally slotted together like puzzle pieces, and this time, you really did melt. Your shoulders slumped and with a broken exhale, you curved into him. He didn’t care, only softly laughed into your mouth and wrapped his arms around your waist tighter, holding you together, whilst you curved your arms around his neck.

He was perfect, so much so, it ached. Your feelings toward him before this were like a game of tag, and endless chase, constantly seeking him out in everything you did; even subconsciously. The attraction kept you going, something to look for, to stay motivated for. But this? This was so much better, being able to have him right here. He was overwhelming all of your senses, you felt like you were drowning in him. You’d happily die this way.

And Hasan? The man thought he was living a fantasy. He really didn’t know what the fuck was happening, if he had something unknown put in his coffee this morning that made him extra desirable in the eyes of others, especially towards someone like you. Yes, Hasan Piker—ladies’ man, but you were a princess in his eyes. Someone he did not deserve, could and should not have. But here you were, and you were perfect in every sense imaginable. An indescribable beauty was carried in all of you, and he adored all of it.

Hasan, his mouth still on yours, ran his hands up your waist and flat on your back, only pushing you closer into him. God, you were so close, but he wanted more. Yes, he was already losing himself in you, but just a little more, just a little closer. He happily sighed into your mouth as one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other lightly scratched at the nape of his neck, and this time you were the one smiling.

You had to reluctantly pull away to take a breath, and Hasan blinked his brown eyes open with a grin. He rested his head against yours, and drew gentle circles on the curve of your back.

“Does that mean you’re into me too, pretty girl?”

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