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rosedom · 2 months

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AHHHH HELLOOO sorry i usually dont request much, haha this is actually my second request in all of my tumblr story ever but...i saw you decided to write for gaming and i just couldnt resist, i love your writing a lot and i just think its so immaculate hahaa. Could you write an scenario where male reader is stressed from work (imagine he has an important job like a doctor or something whatever you want is fine :)) because he has been working days nonstop, so much that his boyfriend is all worked up and horny for him so when reader comes back he finds himself straddled by him while hes begging for fucking? With cockwarming, breeding kink and cowgirl position. Could that be with Gaming, Lyney and Gorou? SORRY IF IM ASKING MUCH I DONT WANT TO BE A BOTHER😭😭 i just dont know how to request but thanks for reading all of rant. And again, thank you and sorry for bothering😔 have a nice day/afternoon/night!

"an unnamed player has invited GA-MING, LYNEY, and GOROU to play . . . an apple a day

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!top!male!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!characters, vaginal sex & riding, breeding kink + creampies, creaming (lyney), gratuitous praise + petnames .

A/N : aa u are never a bother !! i am SO SORRY this took so long for me to get to, omg . . . but i had sm fun with this (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Patient after patient after patient, each one with a more downright stupid trouble than the last. Your day had started with a young man, clearly fresh out of Millelith training, complaining of a tummy ache, of all things! He had clutched his stomach and moaned and groaned, and all you could prescribe him was bedrest. It’s not like you were going to waste medicine—medicine that some people needed—on someone who ached because he didn't eat fucking breakfast.

The next patient was an older woman, here only for her biannual check up. You'd greeted her, said a sweet, “Good morning, madame,” but all she did was turn her snobby nose up at you and demand you not waste her time.

“Madame, you have a serious—”

“I know, young man.” You had heaved a sigh, letting her boss you around for the length of her appointment before sending her off with the exact same specifications as last time: take vitamins, get ample rest, stop talking back to people just doing their jobs. (Though, that last one there was merely something you wished you had said.

Too bad the customer—in this case, patient—is always right, huh?)

But, by the end of the day, you wish, instead, that you had simply elderly after elderly; their disrespect pales to the absolute headache that the rest of your patients put behind your eyes, pounding at your skull—bam, bam, bam.

Wham bam-thank-you-ma'am, all throbbing incessantly behind your eyes and making you wanna hurl—except, god, you’re the fucking doctor, and who’s there to take care of him when he’s a little under the weather? You’ve got your boyfriend, of course—your perfect boyfriend, light of your life, apple of your eye, yet he’s home, and you’re here, and you’re bloody exhausted.

“I need to go home,” you murmur—quiet, lest your own voice make you lose the last of your thin-threaded sanity—, already stripping yourself of the itchy scrubs you wear during the long days.

“But sir—” the nurse asks, meak, but her voice is still too loud, too shrill for right now.

You huff. “I’ve worked for fourteen hours.” The tired gruff to your own voice makes you cringe. You can feel the way it tumbles from your chest, rattling you, your overly sensitive eyes and brain and head and fuckin’ everything, at this point. “Refer to the doc on duty, now.”

The nurse nods, once. “Have a good night, doctor.”

You bid farewell—a kind apology with a promise to make it up to them, to bring them coffee, maybe, or some cookies—, and you take the slow walk home. The sky is dark and the fireflies are out, the gentle glow illuminating the path. With nothing but your own thoughts and the night to accompany you, you feel your headache gradually ease. It throbs, still; but each bump in your skull is gentler, now: it’s easier to ignore.

Although the porch light is too strong—the lantern bright and attracting the nighttime bugs and moths—, the foyer of your home is dark. Your aching head is grateful for the reprieve—for the silence that envelops you in totality the second the door clicks quietly shut behind you—, but something other than tiredness pulls at your heartstrings: your sweet boyfriend, clad in only a shirt of yours, toeing into the entryway.

“Honey?” He wipes the sleep from his eyes, softly smiling at you. “Hi.”

“Ga-ming, honey—” honey, because Ga-ming unabashedly stole the pet name from you, first, “—you didn’t have to stay up for me.”

As if on cue, his jaw cracks open in a yawn: this, you do not need the lights on to see. Your heart aches with your head, knowing that he had stayed up just for you. “Honey,” you repeat, sliding off your jacket and stepping up to him. You take his waist in your hands, bunching up the shirt he stole from your closet.

“Quit with that,” he murmurs, tilting up his head for a soft kiss. You grant it; but when you go to pull back, to keep the kiss gentle and chaste, Ga-ming presses forward, darting that little tongue out to lick at the seam of your lips; his hips, too, come bumping against yours, pressing into your thigh, pant to skin—

“Ga-ming?” you repeat, breath leaving you in a low huff. “You’re—” bare.

Utterly, wholly bare: an expanse of warm, slick skin against your clothed leg. “‘m ready,” he mumbles while he takes to mouthing at your throat. His lips soothe you, somehow; it’s a reprieve, a stark contrast, to the pounding at your skull.

“Ready?” you whisper, tilting your head back, letting your hands guide the steady roll of his hips onto your lap.

He nods. “Ready for you,” he enunciates as he softly whines.

Ga-ming—your Ga-ming—, your boyfriend, your love and light of your life: right here in front of you, on you, all needy for you, offering himself to you, wholly ready for the taking.

“So please,” he continues, his cock dragging heavy across the seam of your pant; “fuck me.”

“Oh, honey,” you murmur; then again, an “oh, honey,” because you’re still half-dressed up in your clothes—though they’re only soft and bland, made to fit under the rough scrubs you had abandoned at the office—, and Ga-ming is naked save for the shirt draping across him, the low hemline covering the absolutely sinful way he grinds down. It’s a dirty move, a down, down, down that gives his sensitive cock friction against your pelvis.

“Please, please, ‘m ready, I said—” his words abruptly drop off, a high cry in his throat that sends him to hide his overly-warm face in your neck. His skin burns against you, a feverish-hot that makes you chuckle, makes the throb in your head go away, just-so. “I said I-I was ready, so, please!”

You coo, quiet, bumping your hips up once. The jerking motion makes him cry out, but he manages to keep himself upright, right-side up but entirely unmoored on your cock. “Go on then, little lion. Take what you need, yeah?”

Whimpering a quiet, “Y-yeah,” he begins riding you, slow, steady—but slightly off-balanced—rolls of his hips that makes him whine, makes you groan low n’ deep in your chest. You let your hands rest on his hips, the fabric of his shirt falling over your wrists, and gently guide his motions. Once you’ve helped him establish himself, he begins riding you harder, more desperate.

Silent tears—though, are they truly silent, loud as he is moaning out for you?—dribble down his cheeks, falling to his shirt and soaking the collar of it in salty evidence of his abject pleasure. His abdomen is tensing and relaxing and tensing and relaxing again, all in a rapid loop, in and out and in n’ out, and then there’s a fucking bulge right below his navel when he sinks down hard n’ deep on your cock; and you’re sent over the edge at the sight, moaning through your teeth as you fill Ga-ming up with hot, sticky cum.

“Oh, oh—” he cries, grinding down harsh to get all your cum in as deep as possible, deep ‘nuff to breed him— “bred me, bred me so well, oh—” You groan at his desperate babbling as his thighs jerk around your hips, just before they give out on him entirely. He falls bodily into your chest, heaving through his own orgasm as weak mewls tumble from his prettily parted lips. Each sound is smeared into your throat while you laugh, light and breathless, jostling his overly-sensitized body and making him flinch.

“Sorry, honey.” You kiss at his temple, and, the whole while, his small cunt is left to unconsciously milk your cock, left to assure that loud, insecure part of his brain that he’s wanted, that he’s bred all nice n’ full because he is loved. You’re long done, now, but the undulations make your body warm, soft, safe—just like Ga-ming is, comfy in your lap and wholly protected. “Thank you.”

He shakes his head against you, nuzzling into your throat with a heavy sigh. “You don’t have—hafta thank me,” he mumbles, a lick at your Adam’s apple to seal the deal. “I wanted ta.”

Tucking up the blankets around him, you grin. “Then can you warm my cock, lil’ dragon? Just for me?” You run your fingers lightly up his clothed spine, delighting in the shiver you can feel, one that runs the length of your cock as he’s snug on it. “Since earlier was all about you?” You raise the end of your sentence in a lilting tone, meant to tease, and Ga-ming huffs at you.

And, n further retaliation, he clenches around you; the soft squeeze—all wet n’ warm, smearing your own cum across the base of your cock and leaving the mess of both of yours to dribble down the minute space between your bodies—forces you to calm your breathing, to take in the delicate scent of what is undeniably Ga-ming mixed with the smell of your own shirt, your own cologne.

You laugh, then. “‘m sorry,” you say again amidst giggles, ones you’re careful you confine only to your upper chest lest the movement be too uncomfortable on both of your oversensitive groins.

He doesn't reply, snuggled up comfy on your lap and stuffed full of your cock n’ cum both. Instead, he only noses into your neck further before his breathing steadies, lulling you to sleep, too.

It’s in your final moments of consciousness that you realize your head no longer hurts.

(You suppose you now have the evidence that, yes, an orgasm is sufficient enough a cure for headaches.)

Under Lyney’s palm, a small floor lamp clicks silently on. The light is admittedly dim, but, to your sensitive eyes, the bulb is blinding. You cringe and cover your eyes; but it only serves to shield you slightly, because you’re still upright in the foyer, and your body is rather weak. “Lyney,” you tiredly murmur, lifting your palm just enough to see the ground lest you trip.

You bump into him, laughing lightly, but his worried hands jump to your arm. “Hey—”

“I’m okay.” You’re quick to calm him, placing your free hand on his in a tender gesture as you make way to the living room. “Just a headache, ‘s all. Ya shouldn't have stayed up f’r me.” Earlier, it hurt to even think; but here, with him, the pain is easy to ignore, in the face of his own self destruction.

He grumbles at you, though, says something you can’t quite catch and drops his hands, pads over to the lamp to flick it off. The return of darkness is soothing.

He smiles at you, then; or, at least, you think he does. It’s difficult to see in the dark, and you can’t strain your eyes without hurting yourself. “I wanted to!” He takes three long strides before he’s standing in front of you, draping his arms across your shoulders. The position makes his (your) shirt ride up on his belly, and— ”I missed you, y’know,” he murmurs, suddenly all soft n’ deep, looking up at you and bumping his forehead against your chin. “A lot, really.”

“Lyn—”

He quickly silences you with a kiss. Against your lips, he pulls back, murmurs, “I missed your cock, especially.”

Laughing against him, you lean up ‘til he can no longer reach you. He pouts at you when you reply, faux-snark, “only my cock, huh?” Your bottom lip juts out—a mirror of Lyney’s own, a magic trick of his you took for your own; it’s a devilish trick, one you play right alongside puppy-dog eyes you know he’s soft to. “How cruel.”

He huffs at you, pulling you down by the collar of your shirt to kiss the mirth off your lips. “I was tryin’ to be seductive,” he grumbles, knocking against your chin and beginning to push you backwards into the living room. “But nevermind!”

You want to say, “Hey, now:” disagree with him and keep on pouting and go, “hey, hey, hey,” all offended, but the backs of your knees come into contact with the edge of the sofa, and you’re well and sufficiently distracted from that idea.

“Sit,” he gently commands you—merely the illusion of choice—, giving you no choice in the matter with the way he’s pressing you down into the cushions. You go easily; you sigh in relief when the softness begins enveloping you—a pillow’s snug right in the middle of your back, and you briefly wonder if Lyney had planned this. He murmurs, “there you go,” quiet n’ soft, and you’re taken by the way this man gives to you.

He wears his heart on his sleeve, truly; except, right now, the sleeve is yours (just like his heart belongs to you and yours to him in turn), and it's bare, and so is the expanse of his long, pale thighs, the hem of his boxers peeking out beneath the shirt. He stands in front of you, between your legs, makes sure you’re down and that you’re gonna stay down, but your eyes aren’t really tired, not anymore, staring at Luney—your Lyney—before he huffs and sits bodily onto you, straddling your lap with his knees sinking into the cushions on either side of you.

“Lyney,” you murmur, reaching out to take hold of his thighs. The position makes the shirt rise up on his belly, exposing the soft, rippling muscles there; but, in the dark, all you can go by is what you feel against your own stomach, his bare skin pressed to your thin shirt. “I was kiddin’, sweetheart.”

“I know you were,” he snaps at you, mean-like, but he brings his arms around your shoulders all sweetly and nuzzles into the side of your head. “But I wasn’t. I—I really did miss you; and your cock. If you—if you wanna, of course.”

“Of course I want to, Lyn,” you mutter, tilting your head up to kiss beneath his chin. “I’m just a little tired.”

“A little?” He huffs, again, before sighing. “Just—let me do the work, alright? I’m already...” he pauses, tilts his head to the side, breathes in and out sharply.

You hum at him to go on.

“‘m already prepped.” Oh.

“Oh?” You grin, bringing your tired arm up to cup his cheek. He leans into your palm and his eyelashes flutter, brushing against your skin. “Go ahead then, sweet thing.”

And go ahead he does, smiling into you before he abruptly leans back ‘nuff to chuck off the shirt. You whine, say, “hey!” but there isn’t any bite left on your tongue when Lyney starts tugging his boxers down, too. He’s impatient, pulling at the seam and groaning curses at the fabric—as if it’s the damn boxers’ fault that he’s in a position that prevents him from taking them off.

He relents, tilting this way and that and finally—after painstaking minutes later, ones that, under no circumstance, should be arousing, but the anticipation, the wait: it all makes your dick chub up in your own pants—Lyney’s left naked in your lap. The fabric hangs off his foot, and you reach down to tug it the rest of the way off for your sweet boyfriend as he busies himself unbuckling your own belt, loosening the tough leather enough for your pants to droop and enough for him to reach a hot hand into your briefs.

“Eager, huh?” you tease, lifting your hips—and, subsequently, him—to let him get your dick out of your pants. Neither of you bother pulling down your own pants, not after Lyney spent so long on his boxers alone. He doesn’t dally. “My sweet Lyney.”

He sighs, again—he’s rather dramatic tonight; but, then again, when isn’t he? It wouldn’t quite be your Lyney without some theatrics—, spitting into his palm and lathering up your cock with it while he makes to straddle you more fully. “Thought you were tired,” he grumbles, hovering his, indeed, wet n’ slicked up and entirely prepped cunt over your thick cockhead.

“Mhm.” You set your hands on his plush thighs once he hooks the head of you into his loosened hole, groaning low and pleased in your throat while he softly whimpers at the barely-there stretch. He prepared himself well. “But when you’re lookin’ so pretty for me, I can’t help being wide awake. Wouldn’t wanna miss this sight for the world.”

With your eyes now adjusted to the light—and, oh, you consider how the throb of your head is a bygone memory now—, you can see the way his cheeks darken just-so, puffed up in exertion as his groin meets yours. You’ve got your cock stuffed up balls-deep in him, and he leans into you once he’s fully settled.

He moans, less out of outright pleasure and more out of total contentment, comfy and warm on your lap as your arms knead at his thighs. His arms squeeze around your shoulders, and he quietly asks, “Gimme a minute.”

Nodding, you simply bask in the steady heat of him, letting him adjust and recognize that, yes, you’re home, now, and you hadn’t really left him at all. “I missed you,” you murmur rather suddenly, your voice quiet but still stark in the silence of the night. “Thought about you durin’ my shift.”

“You did?” His voice is rough but wispy, a little out-there and entirely gone. He’s slipping into that mindset he always does when he’s left to warm your cock—regardless of if it were by his volition or your own—, but he begins to subtly grind his hips against you, mewling at the hot sparks of rapture from his cock rubbing just right against you.

“‘Course I did,” you continue, moving your hands to his hips instead to help move him along. His arms tighten around you and he moans directly into your ear.

From then on, it’s quiet: quiet, that is, save from the obscene slick noises of the lube Lyney used to prep himself earlier with his own slick, your pre-cum mixing up and making a mess of thick liquid between both of your thighs. His moans are barely audible, these soft, gentle lil’ uh, uh, uh’s punched out of him with each tender grind down.

You think, even, that you’ll both cum like this: quiet, nothing but the sounds of your connection and heavy breaths, moans, groans as you fall over the edge. But then Lyney starts bumping his groin against yours even harder, grinding down deep on your cock and rubbing against your full balls, and he starts babbling for you to “breed me! Please—”

“I-I’ll breed you,” you groan, leaning your head back into the sofa cushions and chasing your release, chasing the release you both want, the one he wants so desperately stuffed up deep inside him. “Gonna fill you right up, just like you want, sweetheart.”

He babbles more—a mix of syllables and words, more pleas for you to breed him—until he’s silenced by his own high-pitched whine, cumming around you and slathering you in creamy-white. The steady clench and release of his cunt forces you to your own end, thick cum slowly leaking out from the edges of his cunt and your cock. (You can hardly tell what’s your leaking cum and what is his own.)

“Thank you,” he mumbles, already beginning to doze. “Th’nk you:” quieter, more muddled against your ear.

You grab the throw you have across the sofa’s armrest, rucking it up around the two of you; you cocoon Lyney safe in your arms and on your softened cock. He’s nodded off, now, and he misses your words: “You don’t have to thank me,” you say anyway, even if he doesn’t hear you, “I love you.”

The cum’ll be sticky, later, when you wake up; but for now, it’s perfect. It’s perfectly warm and entirely cozy, wholly snuggled up with the love of your life. Your headache, the stressors of the day—they’re all forgotten in his presence.

You’re so, so glad to love him.

“Hi, puppy,” you coo. The sound of your own voice grates you, but you ignore it to sweetly smile at your beloved. He stands there, motionless for a moment right there at the threshold before the foyer, until he shakes his head with a barely-there laugh. “Gorou?”

He tilts his head to the side—this you can see, the silhouette of him in the moonlight—before he takes a tentative step forward.

Then another. And another. Another, another, another, ‘till he’s standing in front of you and leans up to kiss your jaw. “Hi,” he repeats, voice ruff (hah!) and hoarse, a little too much so. “Missed ya.”

You tilt your head back to let him mouth at you, and your hands subconsciously come to clutch at his hips, and— “Oh, Gorou,” you mumble, pleasantly aghast, because your hands come into contact with bare, slick skin. “Pent up?”

With a quiet whimper, he tilts his hips forward, into you, pressing against the contact of your fingers on him. You slowly slide your one hand around, sneaking a large handful of his ass before you dip into his cleft, shuddering when your fingertip easily glides across his slicked, open cunt.

“I-I wanted you, so bad,” he starts to mumble, shy, tucking his head into the meat where your shoulder meets your neck. Without any prompting, you adjust your stance, pressing your knee into his cock and making him jerk forward with another whimper high in his throat. “Oh!”

Slowly, his hips begin grinding—it’s a weak movement, testing, making sure you're really okay with this, right now. He moves unsure against you until you begin bumping your knee, letting his slick make a mess of your pant leg. “Go on,” you goad him on, soft, holding him snug against you. You can feel his cunt clench even through the fabric of your pants, a rapid rat-a-tat-tat against you that is oddly reminiscent of the headache you can feel begin to dissipate. “Take your pleasure, pup.”

He nods vehemently against you, beginning to hump as his tail swishes side to side, side to side, hypnotizing you just slightly. It’s hard to parse it out in the dark, but the shadow of it is undeniable behind him. Each bounce of your leg makes Gorou whimper, and he’s quick to crane his neck up for a kiss to muffle himself. You grant his request easily, but only for a minute; after, you gently part from him to murmur, so quiet that only he could possibly hear, those big, soft ears of his twitching as he strains, “What else do you want, honey?”

“Want you,” he whines, grinding harshly once, twice. “Want you inside me, want you to breed me.”

You didn’t expect that, but you’re a doctor, after all; it’s kinda in the job description to roll with the punches, so you do. “You wanna get fucked full of pups?” you ask, teasing and light, but Gorou’s mouth parts as a loud whine crawls out of his chest.

“Yes! Please.” Thick tears begin to drop from his eyes, saltwater dribbling onto the bare skin of your throat. “Now, now—breed me now,” he begs, and you coo at him, bringing your hands to curl into his hair, rubbing soothing circles into the base of one puppydog ear.

“Patience, pup.”

And, because he’s Gorou, and Gorou is nothing but a good boy, he nods, rapid-quick movements of his head, and begins to slow on your thigh. Heat shimmers low in your belly as he steps back from you on shaky legs, a wet splotch across your leg from his cunt. You bring a hand down, meaning to scoop it up off your pant, but your finger brushes two distinctly different textures: his natural slick, and fuckin’ lube. “Did you prepare yourself for me?”

“Y-yeah,” he mutters, tail tucking itself between his legs. You almost cringe at that, knowing he’s smearing himself into his own fur, but if he doesn’t mind, then you won’t either; besides, it’s hard to truly care when your boyfriend is so bashful in front of you. “I—I missed you, ‘nd wanted to be ready for you.”

The image of Gorou, ass up on the bed with four of his fingers stuffed up inside of himself flitters across your mind, makes your cock throb in your britches. Your erection was easy to ignore, earlier; but now it’s abject torture.

However, it’s not nearly as torturous as it was for your boyfriend, and you know this. You know he didn’t cum, know his fingers are far too short to truly reach in deep and press against his g-spot, know his wrist can’t comfortably bend to jerk himself off and finger himself at the same time. So you coo, soft, “Sweet boy. Where’s your toy?”

“Charging,” he mutters.

You grin at that: it’s perfect. “Can you go get it then, puppy?”

With an audible swallow, he nods, rushing for your bedroom. You follow behind him, lethargic but so, so turned on; and while he’s grabbing the vibrator from the corner, you shuck off the rest of your clothes and plop yourself down on the edge of your bed.

He must not expect you to have followed him, however, because once he turns around, he jumps, ears flattening to his head in embarrassment. You only laugh and pat your lap. “C’mere.”

Quickly—and toy in tow—, he shuffles over to you. He stands awkwardly in front of you for a moment before you murmur, “I said c’mere,” and tug him to straddle your lap. The position immediately forces his cock—slick n’ thick, out of its hood and throbbing incessantly—against yours, and he mewls helplessly for a moment, grinds once, twice again, before he grabs the lube to the side of you.

You hadn’t even noticed it there, but now that he’s grabbed it, pointed it out, you feel other wet spots beneath you. He fuckin’ masturbated here, right on the duvet you both sleep under, thinkin’ about you and only you. You’re taking out of your musings when he slathers up your cock in lube, messy and sloppy, and then he’s rising, positioning you, and sinking right on down.

“Mm!” he cries out, swiveling his hips to take you in deeper, deeper, deeper. You groan at the lube-slick combination that smothers your cock in Gorou, Gorou, Gorou. “Breed me, breed me!” Each meak plea makes your cock pulse inside him, and he mewls at each throb inside him. “Please!”

“I got you, pup,” you murmur, your edge so close you can taste it on the tip of your tongue. “Just make yourself feel good, and I’ll breed you, okay? Okay, puppy?”

“Okay, okay—”

You grin. “Good boy,” you say, and then he’s tumbling over the edge and bringing you right down with him. You groan into his throat, feeling the vibrations of his whimpers n’ whining moans as he’s getting thoroughly bred. Your hands ruck up his shirt to hold his sides and soothe him down from his high. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. Bred you just like I promised I would, hm?”

He weakly nods. “Thank you,” he mumbles, nosing at your throat.

And, well. You’re bloody exhausted, and you promised to breed him, and he can’t keep on being bred if you pull out. You tell yourself you’re only upholding your promise as Gorou falls asleep on your cock, breathing deep on your lap: tell yourself that it’s the lingering tiredness that suddenly seems to hit you in full-force that keeps him warm and snug on you.

Really, clean-up can wait.

i got a lil' carried away on lyney's part ,, o(*^＠^*)o also, none of these were really cowgirl 'cos reader was sitting up for it . . . i couldn't think of how to have him lay flat in these scenarios LOLL

13 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#i used to have very frequent headaches and the only way i could abate them was:#1) midol (god's gift to earth i stg)#and 2) jrking off.#so !!#sub genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader #sub gaming #gaming x reader #sub lyney #lyney x reader #sub gorou #gorou x reader #lord .#top reader #dom reader #amab reader #male reader

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Insomniacs | Bang Chan x you

synopsis: Chan is your roommate and you both have trouble with insomnia

Another sleepless night. Another night of tossing and turning. Another headache that you can feel starting at the back of your head. There’s really no point in staying in bed anymore, but you have to be quiet cause your roommate is maybe asleep, and you don’t wanna risk waking him up.

You wander through the apartment and end up in the kitchen, maybe some chamomile tea would help? After you heard noises from Chan’s room, too loud to be just him moving in his sleep, it’s easy to decide to make two cups and leave his on the kitchen table.

On nights like this, standing up is a chore. You’re tired to the bones, but your brain doesn’t seem to have received the message: awake, loud and a bit mean, it’s more awake than ever. Just few minutes later, your hear soft steps getting closer, and Chan finds you sitting on the kitchen floor. Your back to the cabinets door, warm mug between your hands, a warm substitute for real affection.

“No sleep tonight, uh?” Chan grabs his mug and raises it in a mock toast in your direction. He then sits at your side, knee knocking in yours and his head hits with a soft thud the kitchen furniture. You answer with a quiet hum and a shake of your head.

“Wanna talk about it?” You can’t help a smile from appearing on your face. Chan is always so gentle, so caring, that falling deep for him was way too easy and natural. “There’s not much to talk about. What about you?”

“Bad dream. Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But you wanna talk?”

The two of you do this sometimes, you sit on the floor and talk about everything and nothing. There are only few things you’ll never tell each other: you’re never confessing to him, he’s never telling you he’s felt alone for so long before you arrived, you’re never telling him he’s the best part of your life.

He nods and sips his chamomile. “I heard sharks likes to be pet by subs.” One topic is as good as the other, but it gets the conversation started…

[…]

It’s hours later when he says: “…and so they broke up”, he concludes the story about a couple of his friends and their messy romance.

“That’s sad, tho. The idea of loving someone so much but not being able to be with them.” You’re looking in front of you, Chan’s face on the left of your visual field. You know what’s like to love someone but not being with him, watching him and being happy about his accomplishments but only doing it as a friend, as a roommate.

“Mh”, he nods and picks at the skin of his thumb with his teeth. “That sucks, you’re right. I hope they’ll manage to solve their problems and finally be happy.” With his head still resting on the cabinet’s door, he turns it towards you. “Are you happy?”

Your first instinct is to scoff. Your second instinct is to cry. Are you happy? What are you gonna answer Chan?

“I don’t know.” Your voice is so quiet you’re not sure he heard you. You’re about to drop the subject when he makes an inquisitive sound. Have you always been weak in front of Chan? Have you always given him all he asked for? “I don’t know, Chan. I have pretty much everything I need, I should be happy, right? I have a decent job, a pretty apartment, friends, health…” your sentence hangs incomplete. You know what is missing, but you can’t say it.

How do you tell your roommate you love him? How do you tell him you’d be happy if he were yours? How do you tell someone they’re the reason you keep smiling day by day without weighting them of the burden, the responsibility? And even if you were brave enough (and selfish enough) to tell him, then what if he doesn’t reciprocate and you lose him?

“It’s okay to want more.” Too kind, too good.

“What about you?” You ask, maybe he’ll forget your words.

“Are you asking me if I’m happy or if I want more?” What are you asking? You’re not sure, so you shrug, letting him pick for you. “I am happy.” he says, and then Chan does something that in all the late night talks you shared he has never done: he reaches for your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours. His palm is warm against yours, bigger, you can feel his callous on his fingers. “I could be happier,” he continues. “I want more, too.”

How can something so simple as holding hands make your heart race? Why are you suddenly so warm and happy? “It’s okay to want more” you repeat his words.

Chan’s face opens up in a beautiful smile and you blush so hard you can only hide your face, letting your head rest on his shoulder, hands still clasped together.

Later, you’ll kiss. Later, you’ll both confess, reciprocated feeling and plans for the future. Later, you’ll decide to make it official, so there’ll never be misunderstandings in this. But for now, the sun rising catches you unmoved. Hands clasped, heads resting close and you both asleep. You’re gonna regret falling asleep sitting in the kitchen floor, but this was the best late night talk for you two, so a cricked neck and achy asses are worth it.

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #bluejutdae #skz #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #chan fluff #Thiana writes Chan

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redr0sewrites · 6 months

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Demon Slayer With a S/o On Their Period Hcs

guess whos on their period again i am literally dying !!!! :D anyways, hope yall enjoy!!!

🥀characters: giyuu x reader, tengen (+ wives) x reader, muzan x reader, mitsuri x reader

🥀cw: hurt/comfort, period pain, mentions of blood, smut, period sex, overstimulation, overall filth in the nsfw part

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

Giyuu

listen, ur probably one of his first relationships so he doesn't have a lot of experience with periods

hes not good at expressing it, but giyuu really cares ab u and wants u to be comfortable

hes not used to seeing you in pain- he HATES it when ur not feeling good, so i think giyuu would honestly be really helpful when ur on ur period

he is very concerned about ur wellbeing, and will go with you on any missions (if ur a demon slayer). he will accompany u when he can and is almost always by ur side when ur on ur period

when ur emotional, he is literally the perfect person to vent to because he wont take it personally and is SUCH a good listener

acts of service‼️

if u need ANYTHING hes immediately there to help!

hes not good at verbally or physically expressing his feelings but he will help u, i feel like he would carry you around a lot

giyuu would set up a really pretty bath for u with bubbles and fancy soap and rose petals, and he would carry u to the bath where he would set u down and wash ur hair for u while u relaxed <3

he doesnt mind the blood and will gladly help u clean if u make a mess accidentally

overall, hes just super helpful and comforting when ur on ur period!

nsfw:

he LOVESS when u ride him, esp on ur period cuz he can see ur face!

i hc him as a switch, leaning on sub but also a pleasure dom, and when ur on ur period hes solely focused on making u feel as good as possible

consistently asks if ur comfortable or if u need to adjust, and can be gentler during period sex then usual

giyuu likes holding your hips during period sex and leaving hickeys on your thighs, making you tremble with need as his thumbs swirl slow circles on your skin

i feel like he wouldn't really care much about cleanliness and would just lay a towel under you, then at the end he would wash it for u

like i said before, he enjoys it when u ride him on his period bc watching u take control is SUCH a turn-on for him <3. plus, he knows that ur not uncomfortable and can see ur expressions very well!

giyuu could go really slow or really fast, depending on what u wanted. if ur in pain cuz of cramps, he'll go slow, gently pressing kisses to your beck and shoulders while slowly thrusting in and out

or he could be rough, pushing u down into missionary and grabbing your hips rough enough to bruise, lifting them up so your arching your back and pounding into you until ur seeing stars, all the while praising you and watching his cock slide in and out of ur soaking pussy

PRAISES U SM DURING PERIOD SEX! hes sm more vocal, and while he wont usually use petnames, during period sex u might hear baby or dear slip out as hes moaning your name i love giyuu sm

when it comes to aftercare, the two of u probably bathe together! if ur too tired, he'll carry you to the bath and wipe the blood from your thighs

giyuu has really good stamina like all the hashiras, and if ur hormones are making u extremely needy hes more than happy to spend hours with u in bed, making you cum again and again until ur thighs are shaking <3

Tengen

ur getting PAMPERED like ur living LUXURIOUSLY THIS MAN IS NOT LETTING U LIFT A FINGER

will throw u over his shoulder with a smirk on his face, placing you in bed with his other wives and doing everything for yall

makio, suma, and hinatsuru will probably sync up with you as well, and tengen will make sure to take care of all of his girlssss

THIS MAN HAS HUGE ASS HANDS AND GIVES OUTSTANDING MASSAGES I WOULD BET MONEY ON IT

he can make ur cramps go away almost instantly simply from how good his massages are

he gives good head massages too, and if ur having a headache from ur period he will sit u in his lap and gently massage ur head while he speaks sweet nothings to you and keels the lights low so you can relax

he would want you to be safe during your period, yet wouldn't discourage u from going on missions if ur a demon slayer. however, he would try to accompany u or have makio, suma, or hinatsuru accompany u just so ur safe

tengen would not hesitate to buy ANYTHING u four need, hes already got lots of supplies stocked up but will gladly run to a nearby store if ur craving anything

he will also buy u super expensive yet thoughtful gifts on ur period for no reason except he can- he just wants you to be comfortable!

i really dont think he can cook, but he will TRY for u!! in the end he would probably go buy whatever takeout u wanted but its the thought thhat counts!!!

tengen would DEF help u get ready on ur period if u needed too, for me personally i always take a little longer cuz i gotta change my pad and stuff so he'll be there to help! i think hes really good at doing his nails, and he'll do ur nails for u!! he'll dress you and help to wash your hair while you do your makeup, and will press kisses to any skin he sees <3

nsfw:

listen, if ur horny from hormones, he is AMAZING ab it

u even express that ur kinda needy? tengen is immediately taking u somewhere secluded and making you grind on his thigh

he can be kinda mean, but has such outstanding stamina and foreplay is everything to him!!!

tengen loves fingering u on ur period, he loves how messy ur blood gets on his hand and how responsive and sensitive you are-

DID I MENTION THIGH RIDING‼️ His thighs are huge, and perfect if u need him but dont want to make a mess. he'll settle u on his thigh, large, rough hands on your hips as he guides you to rock against him, and he'll start to move his knee until his leg is moving up and down and pressing so perfectly against your clit-

i feel like he would enjoy having all of you (u and his other wives) in his bed at once, and when one or multiple is on their period he will make u guys come sm-

if u try to silence ur moans cuz ur so sensitive, GOOD LUCK! tengen loves hearing you whimper, all you need to do is beg and he is willing to fuck you for HOURSS

i think he would like mating press when ur on ur period, simply cuz its just so stimulating for u and he can watch your blissed out expression as he overstimulates u!!!

LOVES MARKING U ON UR PERIOD, expect to have a ring of hickeys around ur neck and a multitude of bites on ur thighs<3

Muzan

do not expect sympathy at first cuz you are NOT gonna get it 💀

i feel like muzan would just side-eye you when you said you were in pain bc of cramps and honestly just ignore you

however

the second he sees you doubling over in pain, hes rushing to your side

whether your a demon or a human, you are one of the few people in the world he actually cares about and seeing you in pain is a big no-no for him!!

once you re-explain whats wrong, he scoops you up and brings you to a secure room within his palace

muzan will constantly have high rank demons watching over you if not himself, and he'll try to get his work and experiments done around you so he can keep an eye on you

im unsure whether or not his female form would have a period, but for the moment lets assume she does

she is PREPARED. if the two of you sync then she is most def gonna force all the other high rank demons to take care of u two, and if your craving anything she will order the demons around to get it for you (unless your also a demon, in which that case she would only let you eat the finest blood- hers!)

as i just said, if your a demon he is totally giving you his blood to help sustain you

only the best for his favorite<3

if your moody or being rude, he is actually much more tolerant when your on your period. muzan understands that sometimes you cant control it, and will try his best not to get irritated in response

muzan will feel sorry for doubting your feelings in the beginning, and will do his best to make it up for you! hes not great with expressing affection through words, but he'll try to compliment your strength and just wants to make sure your safe.

nsfw

EATS‼️ YOU‼️ OUT‼️

he will grip your hips tight enough to bruise, practically drowning in your cunt as he overstimulates you

i honestly think he would really enjoy your blood, but wouldnt want to take it from you in a way that would make it painful for you so he would especially enjoy eating you out simply to get a taste of your blood

muzans face is covered in your slick but he couldnt care less, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm. even when your squealing and whimpering, hes making you come again and again

he makes SURE to please you, especially when your hormonal

you want to ride him while hes working? hes already pulling you onto his lap. you want him to finger you while hes in an uppermoon meeting? say less, your sitting next to him acting like everything is normal while his fingers are knuckle deep in your cunt and soaked in your blood.

i think cleanliness would be somewhat important to him, so he would make sure to lay a towel beneath you when your both fucking and clean up super well afterwards

muzan would def praise you more on your period, he normally gives a mix of praise and degradation however when its your time of the month hes always telling you how good your doing, how well your taking him, and reminds you that your his <3

i think that he has a mUCH higher sex drive when your on your period, just smelling your blood turns him on and he would really enjoy seeing you covered in blood as well.

your hands are tied above your head, and muzan is fingering you, watching in utter fascination as your soaked cunt takes in his fingers again and again, slowly pulling his blood-soaked hand away to write his name in red across your stomach as you squirm, pleading for him too touch you again...

hes nasty af-

Mitsuri

When either of you are on your period, mitsuri is SUPPPEERRR clingy!

if your having cramps, she's practically dragging you to bed to cuddle with you

she gets sympathy pains for you and will sometimes get cramps along with you even when shes not on her period

will rub your back, massage your hips, she just wants to make sure you feel better!

mitsuri will take you to the hot springs with her and will just lay beside you and relax, letting the hot water soothe your cramps

if you get cravings, dont worry for a second because she WILL cook for you and the both of you will eat ridiculous amounts of food together!

honestly shes great at handling your emotions when your on your period because shes nearly impossible to get mad at and is really good at calming you down if needed! i feel like mitsuri would be a great person to vent too as well, so if your stressed on your period shes super soothing to talk to!

mitsuri would do yoga, stretch, and train with you to help ease cramps when your on your period but would always remind you not to push yourself!

she is constantly expressing her affections for you when your on your period and just wabts to make sure you feel happy and comfortable

nsfw:

praiiiseeee! mitsuri will kiss every part of your body, constantly complimenting all of you and occasionally leaving a little hickey or bruise

i think shes generally pretty vanilla and would make sure your comfortable above all else, however seeing you so hormonal and sensitive makes her incredibly aroused

mitsuri would definitely be into dry humping when your on your period, partially because of convenience but also because of how desperate it feels and how frustrated and needy you both get

mitsuri can and will tease you and then act innocent about it, and finds a bit of sick satisfaction in seeing how easily turned on you are when your on your period

for example, she'll let her shirt slip and flash you but only for a second, or let her hands wander as shes hugging you seemingly innocently

yall have def fucked in the hot springs simply because you couldn't take it anymore

the warm water only adds to the stimulation as she ruts against you, whimpering as tears form on her lash line as the both of you grind against eachother so desperately. her breasts rubb up against you as she buries her head into your neck, thighs trembling as her orgasm approaches and you cant help but play with her a little, harshly pinching her nipple and watching her squirm as you can feel your own release building, the dull ache from cramps being replaced by an onslaught of pleasure...

i dont think mitsuri would want to eat you out on your period and would prefer to finger you because she likes being able to see your face, especially since your so much more hormonal and expressive during period sex

sitting in her lap as she fingers you so skillfully, making you feel so, so good as she presses soft kissed across your collarbone and up to your flushed cheeks, telling you your suuuch a good girl...

if shes on her period and is sensitive as well, feel free to tease her too! she whimpers and whines so easily, and doesnt care whether or not your in public, she needs you now

leave her hot and bothered after a messy kiss, pressing against her and slipping your thigh between her legs to let her grind against it just a little as you palm her tits only to pull away and watch her pout as tears form in her eyes

i need a mitsuri in my life

put my heart and soul into this i NEED demon slayer requests i will get on my knees and BEG ive been getting so into this anime and i want to write for it sm!!! also feel free to send in any requests in general, overall i just want mooreeeee!

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felixsramen · 1 year

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Yours truly

This is part 1 to my poly stray kids series that I've been working on hopefully you guys enjoy it.

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Warnings: mention of poly skz, threesome, mentions of alcohol, restraint with a belt, Hyunjin is a switch but sub leaning, Reader is a sub, Chan is a dom, I may be missing other things but if I am let me know.

Here you were in a club with your friends. Sitting down 4 drinks at the table. You were here to just get drunk out of your mind. To leave all your worries behind.

You sat sipping on your mixed drink. It was pretty and tasted good but it wasn't enough to get you drunk off your ass yet. Your friends out there dancing with random guys. Bodies pressed up against each other as the music continues blasting.

You check your phone no notifications. Well what did you expect it was the usual.

You hadn't noticed the two pair of eyes that somehow landed on you.

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Chan looked at his blonde boyfriend. Hyunjin who was sitting on his lap.

"Why are we here again?" Chan says sighing.

"Because you need to let loose. You've been cooped up in the studio and you need a drink." Hyunjin says sipping his drink looking at his boyfriend.

"We could've had a drink at home." Chan says still complaining.

"Yeah but at least here there's eye candy." Hyunjin says looking around the club.

"Don't know why I need to look at other people when I have 7 boyfriends already." Chan says thinking about the other boys.

Chan had gotten dragged here by Hyunjin who he knew was going to get drunk and he didn't want him to try and drive home. All of the other boys had other plans. Changbin going to the gym and Minho with him. I.N. had a headache. Felix was in the middle of baking. Han had needed to finish his rap. Seungmin needed to finish a dance.

Chan wanted to go to the studio along with Han but Hyunjin knew that if he begged Chan enough he'd give in. Chan also didn't want him to try and drive back and get into an accident he'd hate himself if that happened.

"Well you're here now. So try to enjoy it." Hyunjin says to his dark haired boyfriend.

"Plus if we get lucky enough maybe we can take someone home tonight." Hyunjin says looking at his glass cup. He swishes the drink in his cup. He looks at the drink.

Chan rolls his eyes. It was established early in the boys relationship if they wanted to fuck around with other people that was fine. Now dating was entirely something different. Dating added another person to this already complicated relationship. Chan loves his boyfriends though he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Look." Hyunjin says pulling Chan out of his thoughts.

Chan looks over to where Hyunjin is pointing.

His eyes land on you. You're in something showing skin but not enough for everything to be out.

You look down at your phone. "She seems like she doesn't want to be here either." Hyunjin says eyes not leaving you.

Chans eyes watch you slowly. Maybe Hyunjin was right Chan thinks.

You were just Chans type. You seemed quiet not bothered by the noise of the club and you weren't grinding or flirting with everyone.

Chan wouldn't have even cared if you were grinding or flirting with everyone. You were attractive in Chans eyes.

Hyunjin looks at his boyfriend in his thoughts Chans eyes not leaving you.

Hyunjin smirked. He snapped his fingers in front of Chans face. "What you thinking about?" Hyunjin asks his boyfriend.

Chans eyes fall back on Hyunjin. "Nothing." Chan says still not exactly certain about his boyfriends being okay with him going off and fucking a stranger.

Hyunjin scoffs. "Liar. You're totally into her." Hyunjin says eyes on his boyfriend still.

"You want to fuck her don't you?" Hyunjin says. Chan rolls his eyes.

"Why would I when I have 7 other boyfriends?" Chan says hand on Hyunjins thigh whose sitting in his lap still.

"Doesn't mean we can't fuck around the boys agreed too." Hyunjin says.

A light bulb goes off in Hyunjins head. Maybe you could help Chan relax and maybe Hyunjin could get some fun out of it too.

Hyunjin suddenly takes Chan hand off his thigh and gets up. "Where are you going?" Chan asks the blonde.

"To get another drink." Hyunjin says swallowing the rest of his alcohol filled cup.

Before Chan can react Hyunjin walks off. Hyunjin disappears into the crowd of bodies knowing exactly where he was heading too.

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You sit there and look at your phone again. Time reading 10:47PM.

"Hi there." You hear a voice say.

"Thanks but I'm not interested." You say not looking up.

"Well that sucks. I was hoping I could get you a drink you looked kind of lonely." You lift your head up. You look at the gorgeous blonde in front of you.

"Yeah. Actually I'd like a drink." You say.

"Anything in particular?" The blonde says to you.

"No. Nothing." You say looking at your nails.

"What's your name?" The blonde says to you. You look back up at him.

"Y/N and you are?" You say the blonde just smiling at you.

"Hyunjin." He says going up and ordering a mixed drink for you.

"So what are you doing in a club by yourself?" Hyunjin asks you.

"Felt like getting drunk off my ass." You say sighing. Hyunjin chuckles at you.

"Yeah?" Hyunjin says.

"What about you?" You ask him.

"I'm not alone I dragged my boyfriend out with me tonight." Hyunjin says.

Suddenly there's another guy at the table. He's just as gorgeous as Hyunjin.

"Chan. Look at the new friend I made." Hyunjin says to who you presume is his boyfriend. It was only natural that these two gorgeous guys were dating.

The bartender places a drink on the counter. You're assuming it's yours when Hyunjin grabs it.

He places it down in front of you.

You must've looked really alone for a gorgeous guy with a gorgeous boyfriend to come up to you and offer you a drink out of pity.

"You're very attractive you know. Don't you think they are Channie?" Hyunjin says looking at his boyfriend who is now sitting beside him.

"Yeah." Chan says hoping that doesn't freak you out. You don't make a disgusted face or get up and try to leave.

"Don't you think our other boyfriends would agree." Hyunjin says laughing like that's a normal thing to say.

"Other boyfriends?" You say confused on how many people these guys are dating.

Chan nods. "We have 6 other boyfriends." He says finally speaking.

"Oh." You say.

Both boys look at each other thinking they just screwed everything up by laying all their cards on the table.

"Well I bet they're just as gorgeous as you two." You say quietly. Yet not quietly enough because Hyunjin heard you.

Hyunjin chuckles. "Why thank you for the compliment. But they really are a sight to see." Hyunjin says. Chan wraps his hand around Hyunjins waist.

"You know you're pretty attractive too." Hyunjin says he places a hand on your thigh.

You look over at his boyfriend and look down at his hand on your thigh. "Uh thank you." You say looking down.

"You know I came over here to see who my boyfriend was eyeing and I'm not disappointed a bit." Hyunjin says.

Your eyes go wide. "Eyeing me?" You say repeating what the boy says.

"Tell her Chan." Hyunjin says looking at his boyfriend whose grip on Hyunjin waist gets harder.

Chan sighs knowing if he doesn't speak up his boyfriend will probably make things 10x worse.

"Yeah. You're exactly my type." Chan says eyes going everywhere but meeting yours.

"What he's asking is if you'll sleep with us?" Hyunjin says. Chan puts a hand on his face out of embarrassment from Hyunjins straight forwardness.

"Your boyfriends are okay with this?" You say looking at the pair. Hyunjin smiles innocently like his hand isn't sitting dangerously close to your crotch. Chan slowly nods.

"You both are okay with sleeping with me?" You ask in case you were daydreaming these beautiful guys in front of you.

"Yep." Hyunjin says as his hand that's still sitting on your thigh rubs it.

"Yes." Chan says who seems like the more nervous of the two.

"So what do you say?" Hyunjin says. His eyes watching as you take a giant gulp of your mixed drink.

You place it back down. Fuck it you think. When was the last time you had sex and especially with two gorgeous guys.

You nod. "Yeah." You say.

"Great!" Hyunjin says. Chan scoots out the booth.

Hyunjin grabs your hand scooting out the booth with you.

"We'd invite you to our place but I'm not sure you'd like to meet our boyfriends." Hyunjin says shrugging.

"Yeah. I'm not sure they'd like to meet one of your hookups." You say quietly.

"Actually no one's home." Chan says checking his phone.

"Felix said he took I.N. to get food and watch a movie." Chan says.

"So you can come to our place if you'd like. No one will be there for about 3 hours." Hyunjin says still holding your hand leading you to Chans and his car.

You don't know what's going through your head maybe it's the alcohol now getting to you. "Yeah we can go to your place." You say nonchalantly.

Chan opens the back door for you. You were expecting that anyways but you weren't expecting Hyunjin to slide into the back with you.

"It's okay if I sit back here with you sweetheart right?" Hyunjin says smiling softly at you. He was probably borderline drunk.

"Yeah it's okay." You say and he scoots close to you. Chan shuts the door and goes into the front seat. Staring the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

Hyunjins hand meets your thigh. "God Chan you picked a pretty one." He says hand rubbing your thigh.

Chan glances into the rearview mirror as he hits a red light. "Can I touch you?" Hyunjin says innocently contrasting what he just asked you.

"Please." You say body feeling like it was on fire. Hyunjin smirks and his hand goes to your dress pushing it up so it's not in his way and he pulls your panties down to your leg.

Hyunjin chuckles at seeing the wet spot on your panties. "Look at this Chan. She's soaked!" Hyunjin says rather excitedly.

Chans eyes make it to your panties Hyunjin is holding up like some kind of award. To Hyunjin it was an award it showed how little time it took for both boys to get you soaked.

"Look at her all desperate. Might just have to fuck you before we get to the house." Hyunjin says watching you.

"Watch it Hyunjin." Comes from Chan surprising you.

Hyunjin smirks. "What are you going to do about it?" He says teasing his other boyfriend.

"Hyunjin." Chan says sternly. Glancing into the mirror at his boyfriend.

"Yes Channie?" Hyunjin says teasing his boyfriend even more.

"Look at her. Maybe I should make her cum on my fingers." Hyunjin says seeing if he could piss his boyfriend off even more.

He places a finger near your entrance and when Chan doesn't say anything he pushes it inside you. You arch your back into the seat. You can't help but moan Hyunjins name.

"You hear that Channie? She's moaning my name while my fingers are inside of her pussy." Hyunjin says as he fucks you open. He slowly adds another finger pushing it inside you.

Your eyes roll back as Hyunjins fingers drill into you. His long fingers meet your g spot abusing it. You can't help but chant Hyunjins name over and over.

"God it feels so good." You say as your hand wraps around Hyunjins arm.

"Oh sweetheart I'm not God. But you can worship me all you want." Hyunjin says and him abusing your g spot and talking dirty to you causes you to orgasm.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you arch even more into the seat if that was even possible. Hyunjins fingers continue to fuck you through your high.

You soon come down for your high and Hyunjin pulls his fingers out of you. You watch as your cum is on Hyunjins fingers and he looks at it in amazement.

He then surprises you by placing his fingers in-between his lips. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth your cum now being swallowed by him.

"Did you see that Channie? I think it's the fastest I've made someone cum." Hyunjin says smiling at his boyfriend.

You didn't realize that Chan had parked in front of a house. He gets out the car and opens the door for you.

He holds his hand out for you to take and you accept it as he helps you out the car. Your legs are wobbly as he helps you stand.

Chan doesn't say a word to his boyfriend not even glancing in his direction as Hyunjin makes his way out the car.

He locks the car and helps you walk to the house and unlocks it. He opens the door and you're met with darkness and silence.

Chan helps you to his room into the bed and turns the light on. He takes off your shoes and it's such a gentle sight to see having no man or woman help you out of your outfit before.

Chan takes off his shoes and places them with your shoes near his door. Chans eyes finally fall on Hyunjin.

You watch as Hyunjins Adams apple bobs as Chan walks towards him.

Chan grabs Hyunjin by his throat and slams him against the wall.

Hyunjin winces and whines at the hard contact. Chan glares at the boy in his grip. "Dumb Bitch." Chan mutters and Hyunjin whines again this time at Chans words.

"Can't do anything right. I warned you not once but twice and you can't seem to ever getting anything right." Chan says eyes still staring at his boyfriend.

"You just got to act stupid because she's here?" Chan says grip tightening on Hyunjins throat. Hyunjins eyes were filled with fear, lust, and excitement. The thing he felt more than anything he was incredibly turned on right now.

"That's fine I'll help you remember your place." Chan says hand releasing the boys throat. Hyunjin gasps for air as the pressure on his throat is released immediately.

Chan goes to his drawer and pulls out lube and a condom.

Chans eyes fall on yours. He goes up to you eyes filled with concern to make sure you were okay with everything happening right now.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable with anything happening right now. Let me know if it gets too much and I'll take you home." Chan says hand on yours.

You nod at him and he smiles completely opposite of what just happened with Hyunjin.

His eyes look over to Hyunjin who's watching him closely.

"Going to edge you until you have tears down your face." Chan says to Hyunjin who eyes go wide.

"Please Cha-" He's cut off when Chan glares at him.

"Come here." Chan says to the blonde.

Hyunjin gets up knowing he'd rather not get into anymore trouble.

He walks over to the bed and Chan grabs him pushing him into the bed. "Remember to use the traffic light system." Chan says reminding him.

Chan takes off the belt he had on and watches as Hyunjin eyes go wide. "Please no want to tou-" Hyunjins pleads are cut off when Chan slaps across the face.

Hyunjins eyes go wide and he stays like that shock evident on his face. "Color?" Chan says hand going to Hyunjins face to make him look at him.

When the shock finally leaves Hyunjins face he looks at Chan his adams apple bobbing. "Green." Leaves Hyunjins mouth.

"Good boy." Chan says and lifts Hyunjins shirt over his head. Hyunjin holds out his hands for Chan to wrap the belt around his hands tying it seamlessly.

Hyunjin stands so Chan can pull off his pants. You can see Hyunjins bulge in his boxers and you wish you could taste him.

Chan looks at you practically drooling over Hyunjins dick. "Look at our audience Jinnie." Hyunjins eyes meet yours pleading with you to help him.

"She's going to watch me fuck you absolutely dumb." Chan says grabbing Hyunjins face. With his other hand Chan pulls Hyunjins boxers off of him.

Hyunjins dick was a sight to see just as gorgeous as the man. "Beautiful." You say without realizing. Hyunjin whines at your words and Chan chuckles.

"Look at that you praised him and he's practically dripping with pre cum." Chan says making fun of the boy. Hyunjins face turns bright red and he looks away not meeting your eyes.

Chans hand that was grabbing Hyunjins face forces him to look Chan in the eyes.

"Going to fuck you open with my fingers." Chan tells the him. Hyunjin whines again at the response.

Chans eyes look at yours. "But first I think our guest wants to have a taste of your pretty lips she hadn't stopped staring at them this whole time." Chan says and he puts his finger out in a come here motion and you obey.

"You can taste his lips Princess." Chan coos lightly. His hand leaves Hyunjins face.

Hyunjins eyes are desperate willing to get anything he's given. You kiss him lightly and Hyunjin whines.

"Aww you can do better Princess." Chan says cooing at you again.

You grab Hyunjin by his face and this time force your lips even deeper onto his. The kiss turning out into a makeout session which Hyunjin happily accepts. Yet Hyunjin lets out a moan mid make out session.

Your lips leave Hyunjins and look down to see Chans finger inside Hyunjin fucking him open. You can't help but watch as Hyunjin lets out the prettiest moans you've ever heard.

Chan chuckles as you look at Hyunjin in awe.

"Like watching me fuck him open?" Chan says questioning you finally breaking you from your trance.

You nod. "He's so pretty isn't he?" Chan says and pushes another finger inside him. Hyunjin whines even louder and he tries to break free of the belt and fails.

He moans out louder as Chan finally hits his g spot. Chan chuckles as you look on in amazement at how perfectly Hyunjins back arches off the bed. Chan continues to abuse that spot.

"G-going to cum." Hyunjin says moaning.

Chan pulls his fingers out of Hyunjin and Hyunjin whines. "Channie w-why?" Hyunjin says tears threatening to spill down his face.

"Told you I was going to edge you." Chan says and the tears that were threatening to spill down Hyunjins face finally does.

Chan frowns. "I thought you would've lasted longer. That's a shame." Chan says as he wipes his fingers on the bed.

His hand goes to Hyunjins face caressing it. "Going to watch me fuck her then maybe I'll fuck you afterwards." Chan says thumb running over Hyunjins tears wiping them.

"No p-please fuck me now. Promise I'll be a good boy." Hyunjin says sobbing.

"Of course you will. But you already fucked up so you have to pay for it." Chan says hand leaving Hyunjins face. Chan shoves Hyunjins boxers into his mouth. Hyunjin cries are muttered with his boxers stuffed in his mouth.

Chans hand goes to your hips and pulls your dress over your head. Your panties were thrown in his car somewhere and Chan didn't really care about them right now anyways. He takes off your bra throwing it to the ground.

You could already see Chans bulge in his pants and he takes his shirt off followed by his pants and boxers. Your eyes go wide at seeing how big Chan was. Chan laughs at your wide eyes.

"It'll fit princess I promise." Chan says as he sits on the bed. He rolls a condom onto himself. Your hands find Chans shoulder as your legs go over his lap. You slowly sink onto him. You moan and he does too.

"G-going to fuck yourself on me princess?" Chan says hand going to your waist keeping you steady as you bottom out on him. You don't have the energy to reply.

You bounce slowly on him. He groans as you bottom out on him again and go back up.

"Feel so good Princess." Chan says praising you. He watches as you start speeding up towards both yours and his high. You can't help but moan out his name.

Your eyes meet Hyunjin who has finally stopped crying and he's practically thrusting into the air as he tries to get some kind of friction. Yet he can't and his eyes meet yours tears welling up in his eyes watching as you moan but Chan brings one of his hands to your face to look at him.

"Don't worry about him right now princess." Chan says in-between moaning thumb going over your lip.

"You g-going to cum soon Princess?" Chan says feeling you tighten around him.

"Yes. P-please Chan." You whine and Chans surprised he didn't cum right then and there.

"G-go ahead Princess." Chan says and with his permission you cum. Your eyes roll back into your head as your high washes over you once again. This time harder than the other. Chan fucked you through your high as you came down.

When you finally returned your head rests on Chans chest. He finally stops fucking you watching as you cuddle into his chest.

Chan was close to his high but he knew he'd rather cum in Hyunjin.

Your breathing calms down and Chan lifts you off of him and you whine at feeling empty. "I'm sorry Princess but I got to help Jinnie." He places you softly on the bed as he moves from under you.

He fixes you so you can watch the pair. "Going to be a good boy?" Chan says moving towards Hyunjin. Chan pulls Hyunjins boxers out his mouth and rolls the condom off his dick throwing it in the trashcan at the side of the bed.

"Yes please. I promise." Hyunjin says.

"Good boy." Chan says as he places his dick at Hyunjins ass. He slowly pushes in and Hyunjin lets out the most sluttiest moan you've ever heard.

"Channie." Hyunjin babbles mindlessly.

Chan moans as he fucks Hyunjins ass. "S-should've fingered you open more." Chan says groaning. He was close but so was Hyunjin.

"G-going to let me cum in your ass J-jinnie." Chan says fucking Hyunjin deep and fast.

Hyunjin is practically drooling and he doesn't have the mind to answer.

"F-fucked you dumb already." Chan says muttering.

"Channie!" Comes out of Hyunjins mouth. Chan knew he was cumming at that point and Chan was right behind him.

Chan fucked Hyunjin through his high as he spilled everywhere on the bed. Chan spilled into Hyunjins ass. As Chan came down from his own high Hyunjin was breathing heavily around collapsed on his chest. Chans breathing was just as heavily though.

Chans eyes meet yours that are about to close. "Jinnie got to clean myself and you guys up." Chan says as he rubs the males back. Hyunjin nods lazily still out of it.

Chan gently lifts Hyunjins off of him and winces as he does. Hyunjin whines softly yet lets him. Chan places him next to you as he gets up. Chan walks to the bathroom and you hear the water start to run. The room starts filling with the smell of Honeysuckle.

What felt like an hour but was probably 10 minutes Chan comes back into the room in sweatpants and a no shirt on.

He picks up Hyunjin and takes him to the bathroom. Within a minute Chan comes back into the room and picks you up. You look at the bathtub which definitely could fit a lot of people. Chan places you down in there with Hyunjin.

Your eyes go wide as you realize you just slept with 2 guys who had boyfriends. Chan and Hyunjins eyes meet your wide eyes.

"What's wrong Princess?" Chan asks you softly.

You could cry right now as the 2 pairs of eyes looking at you are soft and filled with concerned.

"What are your boyfriends going to think?" You say softly tears ready to fall.

It breaks Hyunjins and Chans heart that the stranger they met not even 2 hours ago is concerned about their boyfriends opinions.

"Oh sweetheart we just got together and they set rules that we could fuck other people." Hyunjin says calming some of your anxieties.

"It's not a problem as long as you enjoyed it because I know I did." Chan says hand holding yours.

"I enjoyed it too." Hyunjin says softly.

"I enjoyed it." You say softly finally relaxing.

"Good." Chan says.

"Is it okay if I wash you. I'm sure you're sore right now." Chan says grabbing one of the loofahs near the tub.

You nod and Chan smiles. He pours the soap into it and lathers it up and scrubs you softly with it. You whine as he gets to your sensitive parts. Even though he didn't cum inside you he felt like he should still make sure you are okay. Hyunjins hands meet your head and pours shampoo into it and washes your hair.

He rinses you off and Hyunjin braids your hairs back. You could've cried right then and there.

Chan then moves over to Hyunjin and scrubs him and Hyunjin winces as Chan scrubs him.

He then helps you and Hyunjin out and wraps towels around you both. "I'm sorry I don't have many female clothes but I have sweatpants and a tshirt." Chan says rather embarrassed about not having the proper clothes for you.

"It's okay. Thank you Chan." You say softly. He nods.

He helps both you and Hyunjin into clothes. As you leave the bathroom you go grab your dress off the ground as Chan cleans up. You grab your phone and purse.

"Thank you for having me." You say and attempt to leave yet Hyunjin grabs your wrist.

"Hey you don't have to leave." Hyunjin says and you look at his soft eyes.

"We'd prefer if you stayed." Chan says finishing up the bed.

After a few seconds you nod your head slowly. Hyunjin and Chan smiles at you. Hyunjin pulls you into the bed.

He snuggles against you as Chan places the blanket over you both and he moves to get into the bed behind Hyunjin.

Your mind filled with the thoughts of the boys cuddled up to you. You then realize you'll probably be awakened to a house filled with 6 more boys but that was for the morning. Right now you are tucked into Hyunjin as he snored. You close your eyes letting yourself slip into dream land.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #poly skz #chan smut #hyunjin smut

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cherrynwinehorror · 6 months

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Any fluffy smutty with sub Adam x reader? :)

🍒: Sorry if it's long, I have a habit of going into too much detail, I hope it's not boring

Tired day ~ Adam

Story g: fluff/nsfw

⚠️: suggestive, sex, mention of tobacco

Character: Adam Faulkner-Stanheight from Saw

Reader g: female reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the personality of the character

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

You were walking towards the old building where your boyfriend lived, in your hand hung a bag with Chinese food from that restaurant in the center of the city. It was Friday afternoon and Adam had called you in the morning to make a simple date with you, have dinner in his small apartment, watch some rental movies and sleep.

You entered the apartment with the help of your spare keys that Adam had given you, you didn't live together but he trusted you enough to give you complete freedom to enter and leave his only home.

Adam wasn't home yet, he was working on photographing a man who was cheating to his wife, and he just had to leave at specific times because of what he had mentioned to you a few days ago when he called you at night, so he still It wasn't time for him to be back home, you still decided to arrive earlier so you could clean up the mess you were sure he would make.

And you were right, trash on the floor, cigarette butts everywhere, ashtrays full of ash, clothes scattered on the couch and the middle table, his bed was messy. You tried to tidy up as best you could and turned on the TV while you waited for Adam to arrive.

Soon you could hear the keys being inserted into the lock of the front door and you saw him enter, looking tired with small bags under his eyes, his shoulders were slumped eagerly waiting to get rid of the backpack, and his CD player in his hand.

He looked at you and immediately he removed the headphones from his ears and walked towards you.

"Hey baby"

He greeted you while taking your cheeks with both hands and planting a kiss on your lips, as if seeing you would make that mode of sending everything to hell he was in disappear. Instead, his face drew such a tender smile, he separated from you and went to his dark room to leave his camera.

He sat next to you on the couch for dinner, you had just ordered his favorite, he was hungry and seeing that you had greeted him with a kiss and his favorite food made him feel like he was in paradise.

He had had a very exhausting day, from waiting for the blessed doctor to leave his work shift, and following him for a few more hours, what bothered him the most was finding a way to go unnoticed and not be caught invading someone's privacy.

His feet hurt from walking and waiting, his eyes were tired from the lens of his camera. In addition, he had only had breakfast very early in the morning and not having consumed any food all day had given him an unbearable headache.

But right now he didn't feel the need to complain about how he felt, or that he'd had a bad day. Being with you had made him forget about everything that had happened that day, and he felt so grateful that you had that impact on him. He had missed you so much all week, he was excited to see you again and you were the second thing on his mind, after him working so he could obviously get paid.

After finishing eating, he just stood with one arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You offered him a fortune cookie that is usually given as a courtesy in Chinese restaurants.

"I don't believe in that stuff baby", so you opened that cookie yourself

"You will have an unforgettable night today"

You just returned to your place on his chest, letting the smell of cigarettes from his shirt pass through your nostrils. His head rested on the back of the couch and you could see that he was tense with fatigue.

"Do you want me to massage your neck?"

You offered to make him feel better and Adam would never say no to your touch, he loved how soft and delicate your hands were. You sat on the back of the couch right behind him and began to apply pressure to his shoulders and neck, he immediately began to relax. Thanks to the relief he felt, he closed his eyes to enjoy the touch. With this, small gasps of satisfaction came out of his mouth. Thanks to the sounds your cheeks turned pink and hot

Although you never admitted it out of pity, Adam was too handsome, that even any gesture from him made you nervous, especially when he had one of his hands on you, on your waist, on your thighs, around your shoulders, and even every time that approached your forehead to plant a kiss

You laughed lightly because of the nerves his panting caused you.

"You like it when I make noises huh!?"

And Adam, what was handsome about him was arrogant, he didn't fully know what he provoked in you, but he did like to joke about it.

"Come here"

Adam took you down from the couch to sit on his leg, he took you by the cheek to bring you closer to him and began to kiss you slowly, as time passed he increased the intensity of the kiss, beginning to look for his tongue to enter your mouth and you will let him explore. Taking you by the back of your neck to bring your face closer to his, with his other hand he squeezed your hip making you sit astride him. Adam began to gently massage your ass as he continued to kiss you.

You began to feel how his erection was growing more and more under you, and Adam began to feel the discomfort of the zipper of his jeans, lifting you up a little to be able to unbutton his pants, thus leaving his penis only covered by his black boxers. . Still kissing you, he put his hands under your shirt, gently caressing your waist and abdomen until he reached your chest, squeezing one of your breasts over your bra.

"Pretty, I need you too much," he said as he began to leave wet kisses along your neck, stealing a small moan from you.

Adam lifted your shirt, leaving you only with your bra on. His kisses began to go down the middle of your breasts, leaving a path to your stomach, and he returned to kiss your lips. He took you by the waist, lifting your body and laying you down on the couch.

Adam removed his own shirt and approached your neck again, positioning himself between your legs and began to rub his erection against your center, both of you still dressed. You couldn't stop the small sounds from your mouth

Fed up with things not rushing you grabbed Adam's jeans ~to pull them down~ by the sides making a wrap sound. Adam separated from you

"Oh yeah, I forgot" from his pocket he took out one of your favorite candy/chocolate, and this boy couldn't be that sweet. Every time you met, he would bring you some candy, plushie or anything he thought you would like, and today he was no exception. You couldn't help but smile and pulled him towards you again to kiss him.

This time Adam was in charge of taking off your jeans and panties and also taking off his own along with his boxers, and at the same time looking for a condom in the table drawer that was next to the couch.

He quickly opened and you snatched the condom to put it on him yourself. Once positioned correctly he pushed you to lie down, he began to kiss you again as the tip of his member sought your entrance.

He began to enter you and you reacted to the touch.

"Are you ok?"

You nodded and Adam continued entering you, once he hit bottom he waited for you to get used to the sensation, meanwhile he removed a few strands of hair from your forehead and combed them back. When you told him to move, he kissed your forehead and began to move his hips gently.

You could look at his face, how he kept his eyes closed in pleasure, his lips slightly open and exhaling agitatedly through his mouth. Sometimes he would look at you, making sure you were comfortable and in turn he would direct his gaze to the point where you were joined.

His thrusts were getting faster, his left hand resting on the couch creased the leather, while his right hand squeezed your thigh, keeping you firm as he pushed into you.

It felt so good, Adam was a normal size but a little thicker than usual, yet he knew how to move and knew where you liked to be touched, it wasn't the first time you two had sex, and Adam was always attentive to the places that made you react when he touched you

He could tell when you were close to your limit, he was still about to cum, so he let go of your thigh and placed two fingers on your clitoris, making circles and stimulating the area, that made your stomach get much hotter and the knot in your belly fell apart, Adam released himself inside the condom, your fluids being the only ones that soaked both.

He plopped down next to you and pulled you to lay your head on his chest, kissing your forehead. Staring at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath.

Adam took a fortune cookie on the table in the center and opened it.

"The person next to you is the right one"

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nightgoodomens · 3 months

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bullshit bingo take of the day i just stumbled upon: "crowley only helps job and elspeth because he doesn't like hell and wants to spite them"

and i'm ashamed to admit it but that gave me severe anxiety. i usually ignore the bad takes but i'm not having a good day mentally and i feel like i'm going crazy so i guess i really need to ask. i'm no delulu right? crowley doesn't do it to spite hell and be rebellious but only because he's kind and selfless and wants to help and protect?

You know, this is the reason why I am cutting myself away from the Good Omens fandom more and more, and I might recommend you cutting yourself a little bit off as well - filter your dash with people who you know post the good stuff, things you love, and don’t look for general opinions etc anymore.

There are still awesome people out there who haven’t forgotten what this show and characters actually are.

I remember when I joined with Season 2 and told myself wow this is the first normal fandom I’ve ever been in - how?! - lmao, no. It is like every other fandom out there where you simply have to find your people and ignore the rest.

At the beginning I felt like it was insane and amazing how everyone got along, bloody hell, people posting opinions, analysing everything, the disagreements were kind, interesting conversations, so many clues being found, general respect, everything worked with canon so people agreed to disagree on little things… most of all so much love for the characters for exactly who they were and for the show for exactly what it was.

Cue in a few months later and everything is negative, characters are monsters, or pathetic, or whores/sluts/dogs, trolls everywhere, so much hate, and anon hate, canon is non existent, everything; the story and the characters and every scene are fetishised to the extreme and have nothing to do with what they have been portrayed to be, and actually apparently we were all wrong and Good Omens is an extremely hardcore sex show after all, and the metas are now how it proves that they should be in an extreme dom/sub relationship - yeah the two guys who’s whole story is that they need to be set free. Crowley is treated in a way that makes me feel sick at this point because people talking about the horrible things that should be done to him and saying it would be good for him actually makes me shudder. It is scary how so many people talk about sensitive topics that they don’t understand at all. Some takes are actually horrifying at this point and I hope they don’t genuinely have such opinions in real life when real people are involved. And the fans acting like such things are absolutely normal and this is how majority of relationships out there are like are frankly worrying me. Aziraphale was completely stripped off his personality too. So much to unpack about this insanity but I don’t want to dig into it. Not everything should be normalised.

In a way I wonder if there was an influx of fans who never watched the show, just know it from fics/fanart.

I was getting extremely angry about these things but I finally let it go and just blocked, and blocked, and blocked. Now I barely see anything like this. I had to step away from AO3. I scroll the dash a lot less. And I simply started focusing on other things again.

When it reaches the moment when you cringe seeing Good Omens because people ruined scenes for you - step away. That’s when I knew I have to start blocking and filtering because I didn’t want to start associating the show with cringe - it doesn’t deserve it.

Just find your circle of likeminded people. So this fandom brings you joy not a headache. And ignore the rest.

#NightGoodOmens answers

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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how about a fic where the reader (gn) overstimulates elvis to the point he's crying and like deep in subspace

catharsis

summary: elvis needs to let himself go- to relax. you know know just how to make that happen. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( big daddy ) x gender neutral reader word count: 2384 warnings: sub elvis. overstimulation ( in a way ). soft dom reader. oral ( m receiving ). handjobs. big daddy elvis. this has a one word title and it's big daddy, so expect a certain vibe from it. sexy but a lot of emotion in it. mentions of lifting up his stomach. tiny bit of foreskin and ball play nothing too much. mild insecurity bits on the part of elvis. author’s note: so anon i really enjoyed this prompt and am thankful you sent it to me. partially because i'm not super great at gender neutral but also because it was a nice prompt. so i have a feeling though that you might have preferred this to be another era of elvis and if it means anything i did write a beginning of another era before marina- bless her soul- sort of challenged me with this and was like "you don't see sub big daddy a lot" and i took that to mean let's try it. i hope you like it anyway since i did quite enjoy writing it and if you do want me to redo it i can. y'all know the drill on this, pick real elvis or austin elvis tbh.

Elvis does not necessarily like to give away how he's feeling when it comes to his exhaustion, his pain, his- everything. Sure, he'll let you know when he's angry and when he's happy as can be but when he's stressed or when he's feeling like everything is too much for him? You couldn't pry that out of him with all the bribery in the world. Still, his body- his body has a tendency to give him a way with the noises it produces. You can hear it in the way his knees crack just so or the way his mouth opens in a groan when he stands up to get something from another room. The ones when he sits down though- the groan that sounds like every bit of tension trying to escape him through his mouth? Those tell you just how pent up everything is for him, how much he's in need of some form of release or else it's going to come out as anger at the worst time or just act like a poison in his veins. Being gentle is the way you have to approach this though because you love Elvis lord help you but you do, but he can be skittish when it comes to things like this.

"Buntyn. You feeling alright?" You murmur, inching your body closer to his on the couch. He won't bolt and he won't lie if you're gentle if you take things slow with him. He won't lie if you allow yourself to lean your head against his shoulder, almost as if you want him to wrap his arm around your body and pull you closer into his warm plush body. He won't bolt if you allow yourself a moment to drape your arm across his stomach to pull him that much closer to you as if you're one.

The way his head turns to you slowly, almost as if his head has to extend a truly obscene amount of effort to actually turn to you, has you nearly asking again if he's alright, if he's taken his sleeping medication again to block out the way you know his mind is racing. Or perhaps he took something else, something for the headache his eyes are giving him this week. No, it's purely just done because he knows with you he can be slow, can savor the moments of having you near him, curled into him. His voice sounds rough, tired truly but it heightens his accent in ways that have you holding your breath. "Tired, Satnin. Ya know how I get."

You nod, your hand trailing across the expanse of his stomach, watching for him to attempt to shoo your hand away or suck it in to keep it away from you. You feel him shrink in on himself just a bit and you can't help the frown that crosses your features. Here was your partner, the love of your life, your rock shrinking himself down when he was always so much larger than life. If you could take away the insecurity once and for all just to allow him to enjoy these simple touches. To him to realized no matter what came to be there was no reason to shirk away. Every part of him, every inch of him was yours to have and hold and cherish just as he did yours. Even if he did stray, you knew what you were getting into from the get go.

"Satnin-" He starts before you shake your head, shushing him quietly.

"None of that Buntyn. Let me take care of you. Let me help you." Help him relax, help him feel good, help him with whatever could help him with.

The tension is his shoulders start to dissipate the second the words leave your lips. His eyes rake over your form before his lips upturn just a hair. "Gotcha work cut out for ya then."

The hand that had started to trace shapes on his stomach started a slow descent past it lifting it up the paunch and grasping at his uncut and partially aroused cock. "Not too much," you start, moving your hand back out from under his stomach, spitting on it before starting to run your hand up and down his shaft. There's a subtle but noticeable hitch in his breath as you move your hand almost as if he wasn't expecting it. As if he wasn't expecting the way his body immediately reacted.

Your thumb brushes against the tip as you inch back the foreskin of his cock. His hip buck involuntarily as you hum. It's almost as if you feel the need to study him. Feel the need to make sure your actions are heading the the right direction. Your grip tightens as you continue to have your thumb play with the tip even as the rest of your hand moves up and down. There's a throbbing between your legs as you focus only on Elvis, only on his pleasure, watching his face contort as he growls and groans and sounds that are downright animalistic pour out of his mouth. It's been a rough month and you both know it. Know just how much he needs this so he allows himself to trust you as he always does.

"That's my good boy. Letting me take care of you like this. Letting me help you." You practically coo the words, a sharp contrast to the obscene noises coming from under his stomach and between his legs as your hand pumps quicker, his copious amount of precum providing more ample lube than your spit had. "Wanna tell me what you want, Buntyn? What I should give you?"

Elvis eyes you through his hooded eyes, the choice you're giving him causing his arousal to curl further into his abdomen. "Mouth." A simple one word answer but one that requires more of an explanation. As if sensing that he needs to elaborate more he swallows and continues, his brain quickly starting to become more fuzzy the more he feels your hand and watches your hand play with him. "On me."

Now that was more like it. That was more like it, your good boy telling you, asking you what he wants. A hum of delight leaves your lips as you oblige, shifting your position on the couch and lifting up his stomach to fully allow yourself access to his cock. You shouldn't tease, you think, but there's something exquisite in looking up through your eyelashes at him and watching how his head tilts back at just your breath against the tip of his cock. There's something exquisite in how he knows when you're doing this he's not supposed to touch unless you give him the cue so his hands are curled into fists grabbing at the fabric of the couch- clawing at it. You place a kiss against his tip and hear what almost sounds like a whine leave his lips before you place another and another all over his cock. Still not actually taking him in your mouth, waiting to hear one final word before you do. Waiting to see if he's inching toward where you need him to be for this to achieve what you want it to. A hand of yours moves up to grab at one of his own and he greedily takes it as you place another kiss to the tip of his cock and he lets out another whine, this time with a word attached. "Please."

That flips a switch for you, allows you to immediately take the tip of him in your mouth, allows you to suck slowly around the tip before pushing him any further in his mouth. Your tongue plays a bit with the foreskin, trying to slip under it a little as he has to force himself to not buck into your mouth. Instead his grip on your hand tightens his rings digging into your flesh and clanging against yours just a little bit. He can't help but writhe a little though, even as he keeps the rest of his body still. You look up at him, trying to study his face and find him with his mouth open practically panting and groaning softly as his eyes flutter shut. He's almost there, almost where you feel he needs to be, he's losing that part of him that's trying to hold him back, that part that tells him to control how he's feeling and reacting. He deserves something for it, deserves to have your mouth finally take him fully, your lips closing around him and taking him deeper into your mouth.

A whimper leaves his mouth at that, at the warmth of your mouth fully enveloping his cock. He doesn't- he wants to let himself fall, let himself fully give himself over to what you're trying to do but he shouldn't. He shouldn't and yet he feels your free hand play with his balls, feels your free hand add just that little bit of extra something that has his hips rocking just barely against your mouth. You're trying to take care of him, trying to make him feel good in a way only you truly can. "Satnin- Y/N- let me, gotta take it easy on me." The words are choked out, almost as if he's trying to hold on to the last vestiges of control before he looks down and sees the look in your eyes. The look that tells him you have no intentions of taking it easy on him. That you want to see him relax. It has his heart stuttering in his chest for a second before he takes his free hand and touches your hair, tries to grab at it as he shakes his head. "Gonna give me those little deaths, ain't ya?"

You're gonna have him crying, he knows it, you so rarely do this but when you do all he remembers after the fact is how his brain shuts off, how he can only remember your mouth, your hand, your hole because that's all there was. The sensations of everything taking him to a place where he doesn't have to worry about a damn thing. Your lips have curled into a smirk around his cock as you nod, somehow in sync with the way your head bobs up and down. It shouldn't be what has him finally letting go, it shouldn't but he thinks it might be. You feel something almost at the same time he does, feel how his body is going a little lax though you know you want him to tighten just a bit more before feeling every bit of tension flutter away. You know- You remember the last times. "Gonna- Y/N- don't. Play nice."

He mutters the words breathlessly, almost as if he doesn't know what he's asking for and you take it to mean don't play nice. Since playing nice in this situation is pushing him to the brink. Your mouth tightens and your hand moves around, playing with his balls, rubbing where your mouth can't touch, playing with his stomach as his noises above you get to be more intense. You hear what feels sounds like a sob, and almost pull away before he pushes you back down onto his cock. It's not him asking you to stop, it's him doing what you're asking of him, doing what you want him to do in this moment. It's him letting go, allowing himself to feel what he wants to feel, to release what he needs to release in these moments.

It's just you and him and the way his brain isn't thinking on anything but your mouth and his cock and your hands and his cock and how he just feels the care and love you feel for him in this moment. How you just want to be there for him, how you're there to take care of him like he does for you. The world is just nothing but both of you and the pleasure he's chasing as he feels every breath from your nose and every imperfection on your skin and on his as they meet. It's nothing but the noises and tears you're pulling from him as he feels himself slowly building toward his orgasm. You pull away just a bit and he whines and hears himself through a tunnel saying don't before you smile and keep your mouth on his cock.

Normally he'd warn you he's about to come, normally he'd tell you ahead of time because it can be a downright mess if he doesn't but in this moment he doesn't even realize he's about to until it starts to shoot out of him and down your throat. His hand on your head falls to your shoulder as he can't even force himself to keep a hold of whatever sort of grip he might have tried to have on your hair. You feel his muscles relax in a way they don't even do when he's asleep and you know you've done what you set out to do. You realize as you're struggling to swallow and not choke on his copious amount of cum that it's worked. Elvis is more- Elvis got what he needed from you, what he needed in general. When you think he's finished you slowly ease your mouth off of him and look up at him. His head is tilting forward as he looks at you, his hand that's on your shoulder moving to wipe off the excess cum from the side of your mouth so gently you shudder despite yourself. You might have cum but it doesn't matter if you have or not because he did, he's had his release that has tears still coming up every so often and has you nuzzling his thighs and placing a kiss or two on his stomach and chest as you finally reach his mouth while a small smile.

"Bath?" He whispers, sniffling just slightly.

"Gotta take care of you after you let go." You answer, nuzzling at his nose, and running your hand through his hair. "Can you stand up? Or do you need a minute."

He nods before he holds up a finger. "Just a minute."

"Take all the time you need, baby boy."

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shigarakisslutbag · 2 years

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So this is just a thought. And its been a slight fantasy of mine. TW: age regression talk and sexual themes (purely consensual)

So ive thoight about it both ways. Both a dom/caregiver reader and a sub age regressed reader. But ive been in a really subby mood lately soooo heres my thoughts!

(I got a lil horny writing this so you better enjoy or else🔫🔫)

I barely proof read this so im sorry for any typos lol. Spicyness under the cut babes

You dont go into little mode a lot

Only when adulting and such is getting to you

And doesnt it do that to us all?

I mean fuck sometimes you cant even destress in the shower without breaking down sobbing

Shigaraki helps you though. Hes there to care for all your needs . Emotional, physical, really anything you could ever ask for

He would never really admit it but he quite literally worships the ground you walk on

Shigaraki probably hears you one night crying from stress and lack of sleep

You actually dont sleep much anyways do to trauma related issues which is why you age regress

Tomura doesnt even say anything and walks in and simply tells you youre taking a bath together.

Its not a question or a request. Its a demand

He runs a hot bath and gets your pj's ready for you

He'll take care of you in every way he can

Theres no doubt

He starts by making you raise your hands up above your reddened face stained an raw with previous tears

Then strips you from the waist down

Lightly takes the hair ties out of your messy nest of hair

And leads you the bath while dimming the lights

He wouldnt wanna irritate your eyes any further and you probably have a headache from all the stress and sobbing anyway

He takes a cup and gently pours water on your hair, even cupping some of the water in his hands and massaging the scalp with it so you dont get any water in your eyes

Then takes your strawberry shampoo and gently, but firmly starts to rub it into your scalp from the temple of your head even, just to let you know its okay to go limp

And let him do everything for you

He scratches your head with his fingers, making sure to rid you of any dirt and grime in your hair so that his precious angel can feel refreshed and new

Then, tilting your head back he uses his hand as a sheild for your face and uses the other to piur the water on your hair multiple times to rinse off the excess shampoo

He then goes throigh the same process again with the conditioner and takes a hair brush brushing out all the knots noe that your hair is more felexible from being thoroughly conditioned

Next is your body

Your doll-like body. So fragile . And just like anyone with a prized doll-like possession like you, it must be taken care of and cleansed

He takes some loap and lathers it in his hands, gently starting with your shoulders and massaging them

Then your arms

Then your chest

Then lower, to your cute little breasts

Your nipes are already hard from the top half of your body being exposed to the cold air nipping at your sensitive skin

Shigaraki takes both hands and rubs the soap into your boobs, going in circulwr motions and groping them making sure to rub your nipples while hes at it

No one could blame you for flushing and your rapid heart beat

Your nipples have always been sensitive, so you cant help but whimper as he toys with your chest

"Youre such a squeaky little thing, do you think if i play with your pussy you could elicite more of those sounds for me, princess?"

You dont even get the chance to answer before he starts draining the water. You give him a well earned confused look

He hasnt even finished washing you yet, so why?-

You didnt even realize the water was already drained until your body because overstimulated by the air

He turns the faucet back on and puts his hand behind your head and ushering you to move closer to the faucet as you lay down on the floor of the tub

"Spread your legs for me sweetheart, i wanna watch you squirm just a little before i give you some real fun "

"Okay daddy"

Laying one leg over one side of the bathtub and the other to rest on the other side he turns the faucet on a slightly low setting. Its so fucking cold but the pressure on your little clit makes you writhe and squirm like a little baby

The teasing at the little nub on your cunt makes your heart beat go back up if it wasnt already before

If your eyes werent alrwqdy closed feom not being able to take the pleasure shigaraki tells you to open them, so that you can look at his calloused hands as he plays with your nipples again

This time pulling and flicking them

Then pushing your breasts together, still shiny and soapy from the water before it was drained

He then cuts the water off and puts his fingers up to your mouth, nonverbally asking you to open it

"Lick them well, this is the only lube youre getting while daddy finger fucks your cute little cunt into oblivion"

You immediately wrap your mouth around his thick fingers swirling your tongue and sucking like iits your pacifier (and sometimes they are)

Removing his fingers from your hungry mouth he starts to rub around your hole lightly just to tease you

Sliding his middle finger in

Then 2

And curls them hitting that special spot inside a d massaging it over and iver and over until you start squirming even more and creaming around his fingers

You can hear the sloshing and wrtness of your cunt from being abused by his fingers

Then he starts to go faster

And faster

Until you start giletting dizzy and crying from the absolute ecstacy hes giving you

He then starts rubbing your clit with his other hand in little circles sending you over the edge and squirting everywhere, pussy throbbing from all the attention its gotten tonight

"Oh look at that! Such a good girl! You make me so proud. Now lets go to bed and see how much more of that you can handle "

You poor thing

You didnt even get to wash your body

I guess that'll have to wait for later

#shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki x reader #dom shigqraki #daddy shigaraki #little reader #mha headcanons #smut headcanons #shigaraki headcanons #age regression #mha x reader

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cloudlessly-light · 1 year

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I won’t stop getting butterflies (Tara/Emily one-shot)

A/N: This is a Tara/Emily fic, just a heads up! A gift for @sapphoe-sun since she deserves some lesbian porn and we both have a special place in our hearts for Tara/Emily

Title: I won’t stop getting butterflies Summary: Emily is always in control of everything, luckily for her Tara can take that control away from her with a single look. Word Count: 4,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, strap on, sex toys, oral, anal fingering, Top Tara Lewis, bottom Emily Prentiss, Dom/Sub

Emily sighed as she closed the door to her office. It was one of those days, the kind of day when no one seemed to be on top of their shit and it was giving her a headache having to keep track of everything and everyone. She loved her job, most of the time she really did, but then came days like this, days where she had to fight for her team and decide everything for everyone else.

She had just told off another agent, the man young and inexperienced and probably didn’t deserve the firm tone of anger directed at him when he showed up at her door with the wrong files. It wasn’t his fault, she knew that, but it had been the last drop before her cup overflowed and she yelled at him, catching the attention of everyone in the bullpen in the process. She just barely caught Tara’s dark eyes narrowing at her before she shut the door firmly.

With a groan she sat down at her desk, head in her hands as she rubbed her temples. She had so much to do, so much to get ahead off and the growing pile of files stacked in front of her seemed overwhelming. Sometimes she really missed Aaron, he always made this job look easy.

The knock on her door isn’t unsurprising and she sits straighter in her seat, fingers gripping a pen to appear to be working.

“Come in.” She yells loud enough to be heard through the door and her girlfriend opens it softly.

“You got a minute?” She asks and to anybody else the question seems normal, but Emily catches the look in her eye, sees the way Tara stares her down, almost daring her to say no.

“Yeah.” She breathes and watches as the other woman closes the door but leaves the blinds open before walking towards her. Her perfume is comforting as she stands behind her chair, leaning over her shoulder, far enough that if someone were to walk by it would look like they were reading through the papers on her desk, but close enough for Emily to feel the heat of her body.

“Are you alright?” Tara asks as she looks over the usually organized desk, papers in disarray on the dark surface.

“Fine, just one of those days.” Emily closes her eyes when she feels warm fingers along her spine, trailing slowly up until Tara is gripping the back of her neck, not hard but with enough pressure to keep her head down.

“I think you’re feeling stressed, honey.” Her tone is silky rich, low in the way that always makes Emily shudder. Tara casts an eye towards the window, sees that no one is on the catwalk and she leans further down until she presses against Emily’s back, her lips close to her ear as she speaks. “I think you need to take the edge off.”

Emily nods, not trusting her voice and she feels Tara’s full lips turn into a smile against her jawline. Her hold on her neck tightens momentarily and she bites back a whimper.

“Speak.” Tara whispers and the demand causes the other woman to grip the edge of the desk in some semblance of control.

“Yes.” She breathes and Tara straightens some. She lets go of her neck and instead puts her hand on the backrest of Emily’s chair and the other lands on her desk, keeping her close as Emily turns slightly. Tara licks her bottom lip at the way Emily’s pupils are already blown wide, her lips parted as she tries to control her breathing.

“When you’re done for the day, you’re driving straight to my place, is that clear?”

“Crystal.” Emily nods, her mind that was previously frazzled now clouding over by lust. It always amazed her, how one look or touch from her girlfriend could make her like this.

“Good.” She smiled and stood up fully before walking towards the door. “Try not to ruin your underwear before then, okay?” Tara opens the door only a moment later but the blush on Emily’s cheeks is instant.

Tara locked eyes with JJ who gave her a look of concern, having caught Emily’s raised voice as well and she smiled at the blonde who immediately looked relieved. She glanced up at Emily through the window, always fascinated how Tara always seemed to center her best friend.

Their relationship wasn’t a secret, Emily and Tara falling in lust with each other from the start when they met in New York, then falling in love when Emily moved back to DC. It hadn’t been easy, navigating a relationship that they both thought would be a fling when she first came back to help out the team that turned into so much more.

Emily had never felt like this for another person, had never had someone make her feel as loved and safe and appreciated as Tara did and she made sure to give that back to her. It was a new kind of feeling, a freedom she hadn’t experienced before. Tara wasn’t only a support, she had become her safe place, the person she never thought she’d find but always had longed for.

Tara could read her unlike anybody else ever had, something that became clear the longer they were together. Emily had been shy about her wants and needs in the beginning, had felt that just like she was in charge at work, she needed to be in control at home. But then Tara came along and told her that it was okay to let go, and neither of them had looked back since.

It was late when Emily was finally leaving the office. It was empty and quiet as she hurried towards the elevator, wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of her girlfriend’s home. The drive was quicker than normal and when she finally let herself in with her spare key she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Baby?” She called as she kicked off her heels and placed her bag by the door.

“In the living room.” Came the reply and she was quick to make her way through Tara’s apartment. The sight she was met with caused her to groan. Tara was sitting on the couch, a dark purple slip the only thing on her body, two glasses of wine and take out on the table. Emily watched the dark skin revealed, long legs and soft curves making her brain short circuit the more she stared.

She walked towards the couch, kneeled on it and tried to reach for her girlfriend but was stopped by a hand pressing against her sternum.

“You don’t get to touch.” Tara told her, a glint in her eye when Emily pouted. “I know you haven’t eaten. So you’re going to eat, you’re going to drink this glass of wine, and if you’re really good, you get to do more than just look.”

“Tara…” She complained, her fingers itching to stroke over smooth skin as the other woman pushed her back carefully.

“You’re going to need energy for what I have planned for you tonight.” She pressed her lips against Emily’s swallowing up the low gasp with a satisfied hum before sitting back against the couch. Tara bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too big at the way Emily was so clearly struggling, her eyes fastened on her cleavage. “So eat.”

Emily gave it another few moments but in the end she reached for the food and sat the plate in her lap as she relaxed into the couch. She was starving, hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she took the first bite of the Thai food Tara had ordered.

Tara turned on the TV, letting the screen fill the apartment with sound as they sat comfortably together. She kept a watchful eye on her girlfriend, she hated these kinds of days, when Emily was stressed and tired not from a case but because of red tape and bureaucracy. She always forgot to eat, always forgot to take care of herself and Tara despised it.

The movie neither of them were paying much attention to continued to play when Tara got up to clear the table, the food eaten. When she came back she stood behind her girlfriend and her fingers rested on her shoulder. Emily turned to look up at her and she smiled at the way her face was already so much more relaxed.

“You feeing better, honey?”

“Much, thank you.” Emily smiled when Tara leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip for a moment before standing up again. She sucked in a breath when Tara’s hand moved from her shoulder to her jaw, guiding her to look back at the TV.

“See, this is why you should listen to me.” Tara heard the sharp intake of air as she pressed soft kisses along pale skin, her teeth sinking into her flesh over her pulse gently and then soothed the bite with her tongue. She kept her eyes on Emily who was already squirming from her proximity alone. “What do you want?”

“You.” Her reply was instant, her fingers gripping the couch to keep from reaching behind her.

“That’s not very informative.” She brushed her lips along Emily’s jaw, her hand moving to hold her throat gently. “Ask for what you want, like a good girl.”

“I want you, please let me touch you?” It’s barely a whine, her voice low and breathy and Tara feels the usual ache between her thighs at the way she gives in to her so easily. She loved that Emily let go like this for her, that she trusted her enough.

“Is that all you want? To touch me?” Her hand tightens just slightly, feeling Emily’s fluttering pulse against her fingertips and sees the way she shudders.

“I want you to fuck me.” She mumbles as her head falls back against the backrest, eyelids fluttering closed as she completely gives in to whatever trance Tara always manages to put her under.

“There you go, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” She lets go of her and stands back, a smirk on her face at the noise of dissatisfaction falls from Emily’s lips before she can stop it. “Go to the bedroom, undress and wait for me.”

It takes Emily a few seconds to gather her thoughts through the blur of arousal but when she finally does, Tara is watching her intently. Her dark eyes are heated as they roam over Emily’ body, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and she clenches her thighs together in a vain attempt to release some of the pressure between her legs. Tara never really needed many words to drive her crazy, this time being no exception and when she turned towards the bedroom on shaky legs she knew she was being watched the entire time.

Emily undressed and threw her clothes in the hamper without a second thought, laying back against the bed completely naked. Her nipples pebbled in the air, she caught the flush on her skin in the full length mirror beside the bed, she looked ruined and they hadn’t even done anything yet.

Tara walked in and smiled at the sight of her girlfriend sitting so prettily waiting for her.

“You were a pain today.” She started slowly as she went to the dresser and pulled out a few different toys, leaving them for Emily to see. “You lost your temper.” She rummaged through a drawer, pulled out the strap on and she heard Emily’s whimper. “We’ve talked about this haven’t we?”

“We have.” She agreed, her eyes fastened on the dildos that attached to the harness, all different sizes and colors.

“So why did you?” When Tara turned to her, her face was stern a look of determination making Emily flush harder.

“I-I don’t know.” She looked down, unable to meet the dark eyes looking back at her. She felt the bed dip before warm fingers grabbed her chin, forcing her face back up.

“Yes you do.” Her tone was almost patronizing and Emily whimpered, causing the other woman to smile. “I am going to fuck you…”

“Yes.” She breathed and Tara’s grip on her chin tightened at being interrupted.

“But not yet. Lay back.”

Emily couldn’t move fast enough, laying down and smiling when Tara joined her. She claimed Emily’s lips in a demanding kiss, her tongue prying her lips open as she kept her hand on her jaw, keeping her face where she wanted it. She ran her hand over Tara’s soft skin, over the silk that was still on her body. Her thigh pressed between her darker ones and she earned a low moan. She hadn’t been wearing underwear under the slip and Emily’s fingers tightened on her waist as she was met by wetness as Tara grinded against her thigh.

Tara broke the kiss when Emily’s touch became more frenzied, her fingers tugging on fabric and thigh pressing firmer against her wet center. She kneeled between Emily’s legs and she was quick to follow her up. Pale fingers ripped the silk of her, tearing the seams and Tara couldn’t help the breathless chuckle.

“Easy baby, we have all night.” She stroked a hand over Emily’s cheek and she leaned into the touch. “No need to be greedy.”

“I want to taste you, please. I need to taste you.” Emily’s eyes burned with want as she looked up at her girlfriend, her entire body vibrating with need. When Tara nodded she almost sobbed in relief as she let herself be pushed back onto the bed.

“If they could see you now huh, Chief Emily Prentiss, begging to be fucked, begging to be used.” She moves off the bed only to grab the strap on and a vibrator from the desk and placed them beside Emily on the bed.

“For later.” She explained even though she didn’t really need to. She saw the way Emily flushed as she looked at the dildo she had chosen, bigger than they’d normally use and Tara grinned. “You can take it.”

Emily isn’t so sure but the tone of voice doesn’t give much room for argument and instead she focuses on the way Tara is moving to straddle her face. She licks through her wet pussy almost instinctively but immediately stops at the sharp sting on her thigh were Tara slapped her.

“I told you not to be greedy, whore.” Tara twists a nipple hard between her fingers and Emily sucks in a sharp hiss. “You better not try that again, you wait for permission like always.” She feels Emily nod between her thighs, dark hair tickling the inside of her thighs.

Emily is trembling as she waits for Tara, her fingers digging into soft flesh as she grips her around the thighs. She knows that she’s making her wait longer, Emily consumed by Tara, the feel of her, the smell of her, the weight of her as she slowly relaxes over her face.

“Make me come.” Is all she says before Emily surges up the rest of the way, burying her face into her cunt. She dips her tongue into her, groans at the familiar taste of her girlfriend on her tongue as she pushes as deep inside of Tara as she can and feeling her grind down against her face.

Tara moans as Emily’s tongue and lips are everywhere, inside of her, sucking on her lips, licking over her clit. Her movements are fast and sure and she smiles in satisfaction at the way Emily desperately wants to please her.

“That’s so good, baby.” She encourages as she rolls her hips against her face. She leans forward and drags a finger through Emily’s soaked folds and she hears the muffled moan against her, the vibrations of it against her clit sending tingles up her spine.

Emily can feel Tara move above her but she doesn’t pay much attention, her sole focus on getting her off and she sucks over her clit. She licks over it and Tara buckles slightly in return, so she continues, her arms wrapping tighter around her thighs to keep her close. Then she hears it before she feels it, the vibrations of one of their toys and for a second she’s unsure what’s happening until the toy is suddenly pressed against her clit and Emily jumps in surprise.

“Make me come before this makes you come and you’ll be rewarded.” Tara says, loud enough for her to hear over the buzzing and her legs covering Emily’s ears. She nods and her mouth is on her with even more fervor, her warm tongue back on her clit in an instant.

Tara sighs, lets herself fall into the pleasure of Emily’s mouth for a moment before she presses the small vibrating bullet harder against her clit, rubbing the toy against her and she hears a high pitched, muffled moan against her center.

“Focus, slut.” She encourages when Emily’s tongue faulters, her thighs and abs twitching as Tara up’s the intensity of the vibrations.

She forces herself to focus through the pleasure of the toy and Tara, knows that she’s just as close to the edge as Emily is and that thought keeps her going. She sucks her clit harder, moves one hand to push two fingers inside of her and Tara groans at the sudden stretch. Emily feels the way her hips buckle more against her face, let’s her ride her face until she’s trembling from pleasure.

Tara bites back a loud moan as her orgasm builds by each thrust of Emily’s fingers, by each firm lick against her clit. She keeps the toy against her soaked folds, but as she gets closer to the edge she knows she’s losing focus. Then she feels Emily teeth, a gentle graze against her clit and it sends her crashing into an intense orgasm.

Emily smiles against her when Tara gives in, tries to keep her still with one arm as she continues to eat her girlfriend out like her life depended on it. When she starts to come down she lets go of her clit and removes her fingers, laps lazily at her until Tara is moving off her.

“I’ve trained you too well.” She says breathlessly and grabs Emily’s jaw hard before kissing her, tasting herself on her tongue and lips. “You did good.”

Emily smiles at the praise and then watches as Tara turns off the vibrating toy. She stays silent as the other woman secures the harness around her hips, her mouth going dry at the sight of it.

“Suck me.” Tara tells her and Emily quickly moves closer to her. “No no, on your knees.” The way the other woman gasps but gets on the floor without question makes Tara proud. She leans back on her hands as she sits on the edge of the bed, throws a pillow on the floor wordlessly and then watches as Emily’s lips wrap around the head of the toy.

Emily has never been a fan of the taste of silicone, but she loved the way Tara always responded to it. She looked up, half the toy in her mouth and the dark stare on her girlfriend’s face made her ache. Her eyes flickered to the bullet still in her hand and Tara grinned.

“You want it?” She held the toy up and Emily nodded.

“Please.” She gasped, saliva dripping from her bottom lip as she pulled of the dildo.

“If I give this to you, you’re keeping it there until you come with my cock down your throat.” Tara warned and Emily was sure she dripped into the pillow. She nodded and Tara turned the vibrations on, choosing the power for her.

Emily took it and carefully pressed it against her clit, moaning at the intensity of it. She looked back up at Tara as she took the dildo back in her mouth, sucking it deeper than before as she held the bullet against her clit with one hand.

“Look at you, sucking me off like the little slut we both know that you are.” Tara ran her fingers through silky black hair, gripping slightly at the strands. Her eyes were fastened on Emily’s split lips and teary eyes, sucking on something that could not feel it. “You look so pretty like this. You’re my slut aren’t you baby?”

“Yes.” She pulled off to gasp the word out, already close to coming as she rubbed the toy against her clit faster. She gagged when Tara thrust against her face, forcing more of the dildo down her throat and then she was coming, the orgasm ripping through her unexpectedly. She pulled back until the tip of the toy was still in her mouth, just barely able to remember to keep her mouth open as she shook through pleasure intense enough to make her sight whiten out.

“That’s my good girl, look how pretty you are coming with my cock in your mouth.” Tara mumbled as she watched the bliss on Emily’s face. She pulled back and watched as she slumped, leaning against the side of the bed to catch her breath.

“Baby.” Emily whimpered and Tara was quick to help her up on the bed. She snuggled into her girlfriend for a minute, catching her breath and relaxing into the afterglow of orgasm until Tara rolled her onto her back.

“I’m not done with you yet.” She kneeled between Emily’s legs, which spread for her. She let the heavy weight of the dildo land on her pelvis. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, I need you to fuck me.” Emily watched as the dildo, seemingly too big, was lubed up before Tara settled between her legs. She leaned back on her elbows, her head falling back at the initial stretch of the dildo, pleasure and pain mixing together as she felt every inch slowly push inside of her.

“Look at you, being split open so good for me.” Tara kept her eyes where the toy was nestled inside of her, wanted nothing more than to fuck her into the bed but gave her the time she needed to adjust. When Emily grinded down against it she looked up at her face and Emily nodded.

The moan that ripped from her throat when Tara pulled back, only to thrust heavily into her, was nothing short of guttural. It was heavy thrusts, bordering on painful but Emily loved it. Her hands gripped the sheets in her hands as she fell back on the bed, Tara quick to hover above her, her strong hips not stopping.

Tara sucked a nipple into her mouth, left marks over pale skin and moaned at the feeling of the base of the dildo pushing against her clit. It spurred her on, making her fuck into Emily faster and soon enough she was clinging to Tara, whimpers leaving parted lips.

“You want to come, is that why you’re making those pathetic little sounds?” She huffed, eyes locked onto Emily’s face.

“Please I’m close. Let me come, please.” She mumbled, fingers digging into Tara’s skin as every deep thrust pushed her closer to another orgasm.

“Not yet.” Tara pulled out and she whimpered in disappointment. “Turn around.”

Emily scrambled to her hands and knees and the dildo was back inside of her, one of Tara’s hand bruising on her hip. She looked back at her just in time to see suck two of her fingers and then felt one of her fingers rub over her other hole.

“Yes?” Tara asked even though Emily was already nodding. “You love it in any hole don’t you?” She mused and then pressed her thumb inside of the tight hole of her ass.

Emily fell onto her elbows, moving back against Tara with as much power as Tara was fucking her. The tension in her stomach was back, spreading like liquid fire and she clenched her teeth to keep from screaming out.

“I need to come, please let me come.” She begged and Tara squeezed her hip.

“Five…”

Emily whined as the pleasure built, her eyes screwing shut.

“Four…” Tara was panting, her muscles burning as she watched Emily tremble in an effort not to let go.

“Three…”

“Fuck!” Emily hit the bed with her fist, she was so close she could taste it.

“Two…” Tara pushed her thumb in deep inside her ass and the broken off sob coming from her girlfriend made her clit throb as it pushed against the dildo.

“One…”

Emily felt every muscle in her body burn, her ears trained on Tara’s smooth voice behind her.

“You can come.”

Emily was sure the neighbors could hear the scream she let out as star lined her vision as her orgasm rocked her entire body. She fell onto the bed, unable to stay up and Tara moved with her, reaching around her to rub her clit and keeping her orgasm going as she continued to shake between the bed and Tara’s soft body.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re so good baby.” Emily could barely hear her over the ringing in her ears, mind still spinning. Tara placed gentle kisses across her back and shoulder as she waited for Emily to come back down, not moving until Emily was nudging at her weakly.

She gave a low gasp when Tara pulled out of her and threw the harness and toys onto the floor to be dealt with later.

“You always know exactly what I need.” Emily whispered as she turned onto her back, opening her arms for Tara who happily laid against her. She kissed her, feeling Tara smile into it before they both collapsed onto the bed, the exhaustion hitting them.

“You’ll be limping tomorrow.” Tara said, her voice smug as she hid her face in the crook of Emily’s neck for a moment.

“Don’t get cocky.” Emily pinched her side and then grunted when Tara shifted until she was straddling her waist.

“Oh but baby, I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

#temily #temily fanfiction #tara lewis fanfiction #emily prentiss fanfiction #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds smut #Tara Lewis x Emily Prentiss #tara lewis x emily prentiss fanfiction #smut #fanfiction

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wtheckzukasubs · 1 year

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“The Great Gatsby” (shinko) subs

Download the subs here: wtheckzukasubs.tumblr.com/shows

For now, they will only sync to the livestream version*, but I will reedit them to fit the one they show on Skystage. I just couldn’t wait and had lots of free time at work to kill my wrist these last two weeks.

(* Sorry for this slip up guys, I meant the version from the camera from when I was in the Tokyo Grand Theater for this shinko, which is on the exact day that they showed the livestream, and recorded this show, so if anyone else was also in there with a camera recording the show, they will sync to your fancam, okay? So, will this clarification calm down that who thinks they’re dumb enough not to know cellphones can record a screen??? Because only this underestimation of the company or a need some in the fandom have to bully, which only results in depriving others who don’t know Japanese of having some accessibility, under the pretense of being the protectors of the fandom, would explain the message I just got. Maybe I’ll make subs to all the fancams of shows I buy from now on and see what happens. Because my first thought when someone who never spoke to me sends me a message like they’re my friend was to just disappear with everything, but that would just leave people without a way to understand the plays. Even if my subs are the worst around, they are of the few one can still find in the web and download to use on their dvds/blurays/whatever-who-cares without having to socialize. You may be social butterflies, but some people just have nightmares having to talk to any strangers. I’ve gone hungry, lost, I’ve even gone sick when I could avoid it by talking to someone and I didn’t. It’s not because I understand them, it’s because I am them. There’s probably one or two persons with those fancams for this show, maybe none at all that care for watching it with subs, so I’m buying headache for no one but my own conscience. But be it. We’re way way way past that generation in the fandom, wanting to be the good guys who behaved, so we’d look good to the japanese fandom, that was the 2000′s, so update yourself or be more sincere in what you’re saying.)

(And now all my love for Ami has been trashed and I’m crying but maybe this person caught me at a bad time when I was actually all happy and wanting to be part of the fandom. And SLAP! I’m reminded of why I don’t. You may think it was a nice advice, but it wasn’t. It hurt. Who are you even??)

I’ve been following Ami since I thought she was young Masao in her hatsubutai photo and she keeps making me proud!

(It’s also hella funny when she’s between the tallest seito in current zuka in the first scene).

If you don’t know her but was a Daimon fan, please, discover this precious little thing!

Trigger warnings, same from the honkouen, and not limited to gun, war, death, white men being white men, racism, and so on. Those get very little screen time, except for the white men (though the actresses are neither, of course). Sorry, I should be bothered by a lot of things, but I laughed every time we got to the shirts scene, like... ugh. Considering all that, it’s amazing, but I still like and recommend this musical.

#takarazuka #tsukigumi #ayami sera #kiyora haryuu #Nanashiro Miyabi #ruou ria #Show Release

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amaraeshepard · 1 year

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CITADEL - ORDERS TO RESUPPLY, REPAIR AND RELAX - PART TWO

Flux Nightclub Aroch Ward, Citadel

KAIDAN It was usually busy, but tonight half of the crew of the Normandy had decided that a night of shore leave meant a night of drinking, dancing and when the music transitioned, conversation. Though some drank and laughed, the table that Kaidan found himself sitting at was quieter. Not somber but still carrying the weight of their mission. He found himself glaring at the beer bottle in his hand while Garrus, a Turian that he had come to know and respect let his sub-vocals growl in anger even as he kept his words to himself.

Joker on the other hand was vocal. Very vocal. As was Ashley, the other human soldier that had joined the crew after the nightmare that was Eden Prime.

“It’s all bullshit!” Ashley growled, thumping her own beer bottle on the table. “The Commander did everything she could and saved the team so you could get them out and they still-”

“Just another council moment. Be a Spectre and do what you have to do, but please don’t break anything. I mean…why bother giving her a rank if she can’t use it?” Joker growled and sat further back in his chair. “Shepard is good. Good person good. She doesn’t need this shit.”

“She does what is needed to get it done. I respect her for that.” Garrus finally spoke, his own dextro beer bottle hitting the table. “I have never met anyone like her. Selfless.”

“She’s always been like that. Brave beyond reason and kind…” Kaidan absently stated.

“That’s right! You knew her as a kid!” Joker smiled, his attention locking on Kaidan.

The frustration of the conversation vanished and now, Kaidan had three pairs of eyes watching him closely. He had been asked several times for a clarification on the nature of his relationship with Shepard, and each time he had refused to answer by dodging the question or shifting the narrative enough for the answer to be lost in some vague answer he had thought of. It wasn’t lying but omitting. He wasn’t sure how to answer if he was truthful with himself. They had a moment in her quarters the other night. Something that could have been something more but she was still his CO and he was still her subordinate. Once the search for Saren was over, they would have a chance to figure it out. He would leave the Normandy if he had to…She was worth it.

“Come on, Lieutenant, spill! I’ve been dying to know since the launch party! Help us out!” Joker leaned closer as though a secret could be whispered to him amidst the loud music and flashing lights safely.

Music and lights that are going to blossom into a headache soon, I should go back to the Normandy and sleep.

“It’s nothing special. Our families knew each other and-” His words hung in the air as though frozen. He was frozen as well, locked into place as his eyes caught a familiar figure that cut its way through the crowd.

Spectre Amara Shepard, wearing that damn white dress, had arrived. Both her Normandy crew as well as strangers parted before her, eyes widening as they focused on her form while some dry swallowed or let their jaws drop. She was always beautiful to him, but it was her confidence that drew such a reaction from others. She was unapologetically herself and her confidence was just as felt as it was seen. She knew who and what she was in a way that most of the galaxy could only wish to learn, and she never felt the need to demean or bring others down to feel that way. She instead brought others around herself up and helped them find that confidence in themselves.

Her eyes, seas of molten gold, had locked on their table and then on his own gaze as he watched her. He was to distracted to notice anything around him any longer and found himself smiling as she arrived at the table.

“Hope I didn’t miss too much fun.” She teased.

“You look amazing Commander!” Ashley said in near-awe.

“You clean up well, Shepard.” Garrus chimed in, a soothing subvocal accompanying his words. “Good to see you out here.”

Amara smiled, “May as well make the most of it, we are on leave regardless.”

“That we are, Commander.” Kaidan suddenly found himself saying.

“So how many drinks do I need to catch up?” She asked, pulling a chair from another table to her left. She pushed it between Kaidan and Garrus and took a seat. “Can’t have my crew leaving me behind.”

“We are on our second round, Commander.” Ashley finally said. “You have plenty of time.”

“Not as much as you would think, Chief, I plan on hitting the dance floor. I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.” **Sorry posts have been slow this past week. Tis the season of real life issues and seasonal survival runs to stores for food, baking supplies and gifts! Thank you for reading! Hope you like it and be safe out there! ♥**

#amara shepard #mass effect canon divergent #mass effect fanfiction #kaidan alenko #shepard x kaidan #f!shenko #kaimara #joker moreau #ashley williams #garrus vakarian #love these dorks

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malocclusive · 1 year

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Been interesting lately!

Passed out apple ballots on the 8th (featured picks of the teacher's union, which is super helpful because they cover the less exciting folks people forget to think to vote for) and my lymph nodes had been a little swollen. Not good.

I wake up at 2 am DRENCHED through the sheets in sweat. Chills, fever, feeling faint, the whole shebang. Ok, my insurance is a one stop shop kinda place, and it's great that it's 2 am, nobody's gonna be there at the urgent care!

Took about an hour in all, and they test me for flu and COVID. I call off Thursday and Friday to be safe since I don't have the results yet. In that time, I keep getting worse. Constant chills, no appetite, fever, headache, HORRIBLY swollen and painful lymph nodes. I'm achy, I'm faint, I feel awful.

I get an email Friday from my vice principal telling me we need to meet Monday due to "issues that occurred during [my] absence". What the fuck? I email for clarification on the issues so I can fix them for Monday, since I'm still terrible and not getting better at all. Radio silence, of course.

Sunday morning, I'm so faint that I can tell I have to be dehydrated. I'd been chugging fluids best I could, but couldn't keep up. I call the advice nurse, and she tells me to get a ride to urgent care.

168 heart rate, dehydrated to hell and back, and they set me up with an IV. I have the world's teeniest and deepest veins, so they have to use a vein finder, and eventually an ultrasound to set another IV in. I'll spare the details, but they dropped me full of 5 liters of saline, and probably took half as much blood out for tests LOL.

I was at urgent care for over 24 hours before they forwarded me to a hospital for 5 days of just sitting, 5 liters of saline a day, blood draws, and watching The Last Airbender for the first time.

They tested me for everything under the sun. My liver and spleen are a hot mess, but I'm feeling a lot better. The jaundice is a little funny, but I'm just pretending to be Bela Lugosi.

The mono test came back negative, so they had to redo it and an Epstein Barr Virus test, and that wouldn't come back until after I was back home.

Turns out I not only had(ve) Mono, but also had(ve?) Metapneumovirus at the same time! What a deal!

Turns out the meeting my admin wanted had nothing to do with my sub plans or anything, but they don't like that my classroom is messy, and are apparently cleaning it? They've harped on me about it for the entire time this principal has been here, yet they can never come up with criteria or an explanation for what they consider to be clean for my classroom. I've told them in the past that we obviously have different standards, and I need help. I never get an explanation, though.

That, and their general shitty treatment of the specials team since we've been back from the pandemic has been the last straw, and this is going to be my last year at my school. I love the community and the kids, but the weird power tripping/scapegoating admin pulls on the specialists isn't something I feel like putting up with any more.

They're not gonna know what they've lost, but they shouldn't have emailed my husband and heckled me about sub plans while I was in the fucking hospital.

I'm on the mend, though! Just been eating best I can, sleeping when I feel tired, and playing a ton of pokemon Scarlet.

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shadow--writer · 2 years

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HA! See? I made the post! Shipping with the goblin not-quite-fairy-but-close doctor!!!!! this is gonna be quite a post, but I love thinking about my girlie so ^^.

A few things to begin

minors please dni, just,,,don't

Platonic shipping is soooo welcome!! Friends friends friends! Maeve is a goblin with terrible social skills but I LOVE friendship stuff, I just love writing and reading and AUGH <3 it is ALWAYS WELCOME. She's very protective and it's always good to have a short but incredibly scary woman in your corner <3

In mind with that, I do reserve the right to say no/make something platonic if I feel it fits better!

Subject to be changed and updated, I started this late at night with a headache so its gonna be a mess lol (as is everything of mine <3)

SFW and NSFW under the cut lovelies <3

SFW:

Maeve is a 28 year old bisexual cis woman. She was(is) a bit of a whore, but she is open to dating anyone and everyone (within reason of course)!!!

Flirty little menace who doesn't get flustered by standard things. Say you'll love and care for her for all your days and you'll good and break her brain though. Sweet flirting makes her go all "ASKDJFHGHJDF" inside

Blushes with her entire being. Her freckles glow when she's turned on or flustered, that paired with a flush climbing to the tips of her ears and down to her collarbones and you've got quite the picture

Lives for flustering other people, she gets scarily determined and is pre-tty good at figuring it out. She loooves watching people melt

So, she's just good at reading people. Likes making mental notes

Can't cook for shit. Like at all. Ever. It's so bad. She can't taste much anymore either. Please. Please help her. Please I'm begging you

Definition of organized chaos. Has so many books and notepads and they're a MESS (same with her house tbf) but she knows where every single one is

Touch starved. Like majorly. She'll melt into any touch. Hand holding makes her giddy. She'll glow intensely at little touches. All smily and everything

LOVES doing things for partners, even if she sucks. Need something built? She can't do that for shit but she can sure try! (she loves cleaning though, something about it is relaxing)

Will swordfight (or hand to hand fight) with you. Fights dirty (and flirty) it'll be a great time, I promise

She's very smooth in the way she talks. Uses big words. Has a slight accent, VERY apparent when she's emotional (usually excited or furious). good sweet talker tho

Loves spending time with people and making them things! She loves to do anything with her hands, so don't be surprised if you have a shirt or two with something sweet embroidered on it or a new piece of clothing she made during quiet moments in the clinic

She loves dates and doing something exciting, but downtime where she can just be quiet with someone? She loves it a bit more. Just reading with (or to) someone or napping in a sunbeam, she adores it

(she loves bubble baths. And if she's REALLY comfy with someone she'll let them wash/brush/style her hair. She doesn't let just anyone near her hair like that)

Oh and she has a bat who is a total asshole to most people. Love you Tehi you little menace <3

NSFW:

Switch vers. Prefers top/being a dom but in the right case with the right person she'll bottom/be a sub

LOVES giving oral. Gets off on watching her partner melt into a puddle. A little shy about receiving but warm her up to it and she loves it

She has a collection of toys and is not afraid to use them

Magic in the bedroom is on the table and encouraged!

She glows brighter when turned on! She thinks its embarrassing but when you fluster her GOOD its adorable

Veeeeeeery quiet most of the time. She'll make tiny lil sounds but she's generally not very loud. (though...sometimes she can wake an entire neighborhood if ur lucky 👀)

LOVES being marked and marking. Gets off on seeing her partner all marked up because of her as well as being marked up by a partner. She preens a bit

.......and hair pulling. She'll tug on a partner's hair and if she trusts ya, lets you tug on hers. She LOVES it

Very open and into kink!

Also willing to experiment, as long as its not a hard no she'll be open to trying it out (and possibly loving it!)

She's into bondage, sensory dep., temperature play, brat taming (loves being the tamer), dom/sub (esp being dom), primal, denial, has an exhibitionist streak

Not everything has to be kink though, she's happy as long as her partner is <3

Hard nos are any kinds of choking, scat and piss, age play, humiliation

She loves dressing up. Makes her own stuff as well so she can tailor it to what her partner likes. Loves when they dress up too <3

Aftercare is so so so important to her!!! Talk to her! Cuddles! She can't cook for ANYTHING but she'll bring you fruit or a snack. She wants to care for her partners, so she'll be total mother hen after. Cleaning up while showering her partner in praise and kisses before running her hands through their hair while they snuggle!

eaughhhhhhhhhhh I think that's all?? At least what I can remember??? I'll update as I go lol. But here's a semi coherent guide to shipping with the cretore (who I love)

#maeve #spice #spicy #shipping guide #LOOK AT THIS GOBLIN #I love her #ah my lil lady who says she wont catch feelings but will continue #to do so #I love her so so much #this will be subjected to updates!#thank you for reading :D <3 #this was made bc every time I see a moots oc I froth at the mouth #LOVE YOU GUYS

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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Carbonated Conodont (Daya x Jasmine) - ForeverFem

Summary: Daya is a leading professor at a dig site in Missouri. Jasmine is her cute offsider. There fights come to a point in Jasmines room.

Daya and Jasmine get it on in Jasmines motel room.

A/N: I have no real palaeontology qualifications but I have seen so many dinosaurs videos on YouTube and I am currently in post grad uni so like?? Also The White Vault season 3 gave me a prepper on field research. Less monsters more lesbians here tho. I have now also read the whole Wikipedia page for Missouri palaeontology. I was also high on cold medicine when I edited so?

Read on Ao3 if you prefer.

The sun bore down on Daya. Her body pink and sore from a day’s worth of excavation. She ran a hand through her hair. Trying to find a way for it to sit off of her face. Part of her regretted the short platinum hair and the other part of her loved it. It was very practical for certain aspects of her life but during her day job it was getting worse to deal with. One of her grad students had offered to shave it for her but she feels that would just create a set of whole new problems. It was a back up if all else failed at least.

Like everything on a dig site their where redundancies. If a grad student dropped out another would take their place. The one person she wished would drop out was the adjunct professor. She worked fair less then Daya and would always try and undermine her points. Questioning the most mundane of hypothesises. It was enough to make Daya scream into her pillow some times. The need to unclench her jaw and let it all out wore on her. She knew it could cost her tenure but it would be worth it to explode on a fussy nobody. A fussy nobody with a tight ass and hair to good for a dig site. Daya thought about how it always set perfectly. It was never dirty and her hair was never out of place. The line of thoughts only grew the tension in her body.

Daya muttered under her breath at the mounting tension in her jaw and chest. She picked up a mug from the canteen area and grabbed herself some instant coffee. It was bitter and warm but it had caffeine so it was better then nothing. Just as Daya sat down the source of her ever growing tension headache came bounding around the corner. Jasmine gave Daya a wide smile. There was something Daya couldn’t pick underneath it. It was something in between insincerity and sarcasm. But she walked into the eating area grabbing a mug of tea and poured several packets of sugar into it. Daya noticed the way her fingers flexed around them. Her hands looked to soft. To well maintained for there line of work. It was just something else annoying Daya could find about the ginger.

Daya felt the quick glance of blue eyes on her. A shard of glass thrown in her direction. They looked at each other for a slit second then turned away. Daya focused on her coffee. Watching the steam slowly rise from the mug. She needed to pretend like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Her body was to tired and sore. She couldn’t deal with Jasmine this early in the morning. Or maybe every moment. The still silent thoughts played in her mind. The ones about her hands and hair. How soft it must have felt. Daya shook her head and focused on her itinerary for today. There was a large section of sedimentary sheet layers to go through and hopefully there would be some Crinoid fossil to go too. If Daya was lucky their would be some Conodont teeth she could look at. Mostly it would be telling her undergrads to handle things carefully and avoid Jasmine.

Daya was right she found some interestingly shaped Conodont teeth that may be a sub species of an all ready known variety or it would just be more teeth for the pile. The pile of sea life that sprawled across Missouri before the first Ice Age. At the end of the day it was all teeth and clumps of microorganisms. At the end that’s what we all where. Clumps of microorganisms working together with teeth. That made Daya smile. The silly thought a welcome distraction. She now had to wrangle a bunch of undergrads. The rest of her day was filled with mountains of questions and reminding undergrads of safety protocols they should have been following. She definitely did not steal glances at the surprisingly quiet professor. She didn’t look out for her when she was discussing sediment foundations or how the fossil of crinoid differs from coral. She waited for the comments. They never came.

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Daya found herself in the unthinkable. Just outside of a Jasmine’s room. It was late at night and a pit of worry had tangled it’s way around her. She was worried there was something wrong with Jasmine. That she had inadvertently done something wrong. Or someone else had done something to her. It made Daya throat itch. Jasmine did have some level of duty of care over Jasmine so she had to check in on her at least. So she was there outside of her door probably a bit to late at night.

Daya knocked on the door. A set of swift hard thuds. She waited for what felt like an hour. The urge to flee building within her. She was going to run and scream. Yell at Jasmine and the stars. Tell off a student. She wanted to do anything else but stand their her body overwhelming her with regret. Daya took a deep breathe and rolled her eyes. An attempt at letting the swelling anger in her gut out. It really served her right for trying to care. Whatever was wrong with Jasmine wasn’t her problem. Maybe her pleas had been answered and someone was keeping her quiet. She should really help though.

“Jasmine it’s me Daya are you okay” Daya hollered again after knocking on the door. Her body and better judgment where at odds. Her brain knew she should leave well enough alone but she couldn’t help it. Something within her needed to make sure Jasmine was okay. Her brain had worked it self into overdrive. Thinking all of the ways something was wrong or how Jasmine was in the wrong for leaving her on her doorstep like this.

Click, all of Daya’s fretting and anger left her body as a tired looking ginger came to the door.

“Is there something wrong” Jasmine stated, her eyes weepy and her body clad in a fluffy bathrobe.

“I came here to ask you that” Daya spluttered

“At ten o’clock at night, on a dig day” Jasmine’s words sounded more annoyed with each syllable.

“Well fine then if you don’t want to talk about it I’ll leave” Daya said her words filling the building rage in her throat.

“Okay this was weird”

“You have been weird all day sorry for checking in on you” Daya huffed out

Daya went to turn around at leave but Jasmine curled a hand around Daya’s arm. An action pulling the woman in further than she could imagine. The action was gentle and firm.

“Fine can we talk?” Jasmine asked a shiver of timidness around it

“Okay sure I guess” Daya rolled her eyes before turning around

“Come in” Jasmine offered

Daya nodded and followed Jasmine into the small room. It had been just like her’s. Double bed, dated tv, two chairs, a table and a single door that presumably lead into a bathroom. The difference between Jasmines and Daya’s was the suitcase that was over flowing on the floor. An explosion of fabrics littering her floor. Daya sat at the table trying to figure out the right words to say. Making sure she was kind and deliberate without her words sounding harsh.

“What happened then” Daya picked at the seem of her shirt

“God I don’t know Daya” Jasmine rolled her eyes at the other woman

“What did I do” Daya responded in offence

“You never tell me how I am doing, you don’t make small talk-“

“I don’t make small talk all you do is talk talk talk”Daya cut Jasmine off

“I’m here to help you teach and you won’t let me do anything” The words exploded from Jasmines mouth

“All you do is fight me and contradict what I’m saying” Daya defended herself. The words fell out of her mouth faster than she could catch them. She was failing horribly at this.

“You need to give them options there is no completely factual theory in Paleontology you should know that” Something lit up behind Jasmines eyes. She loved this. Bickering with no real stakes. She wanted to leave this job but she couldn’t now. She was in too deep.

“But that doesn’t give you the right to over step me during a class” Daya blurted back. Her body leaning in closer to Jasmine. The venom in her words losing potency. A switch had suddenly been flipped in the both of them. They stepped closer towards each other. They where breathing the same air. Daya could smell Jasmines floral shampoo. She was towering over her but felt so meek

“I know I am sorry are you sorry?” Jasmine teased at Daya

“I am sorry now what do we do now” Daya said her body heaving.

“We are both adults we can be adults about it” Jasmine looked up at Daya. Her eyes felt darker in the motel light. There was something more behind them.

Daya felt drawn in. The gap between them had shrunk. Their bodies where close. Almost to close. The air had shifted between and she didn’t know how to leave now. Daya could have ran and left the conversation there. But she didn’t want to. Didn’t want to leave just yet. She had something she wanted to do but didn’t know why. Didn’t know why it went from boiling rage to something else boiling.

Daya’s head spun. She was filled with thoughts and feelings she couldn’t unpack. She didn’t want to unpack them. She wanted to burry them deep down and never let them out never let anyone know. Then she looked into Jasmines’s eyes. They where soft and kind. She hadn’t notice them before. Anything she had notice about Jasmine she had pushed down. Squashed everything so far down she was afraid it was bubbling to the surface. Threatening to engulf them both.

“I think I want to kiss you” Jasmine said her body on the verge of heaving

“You want to kiss me?” Daya was stunned at the confession.

Daya was overwhelmed again. All of her emotions became a churning mess. Wanting to kiss someone she had just been arguing with was insane. She must have miss heard her. But there was a nagging voice at the back of her head that sounded like it would be okay. That maybe Jasmines plump lips would feel good on her own. Soft full and pink.

Before Daya knew it she was leaning in. Leaning into to press her lips against Jasmine. Jasmines lips where warm and tasted like soda. They gave Daya’s lips the same kind of fizz. Carbon dioxide bubbles exploding into the atmosphere. She longed to be only carbon decaying in the vast universe. But she was here with a beautiful woman kissing her now. Planting short bursts of kisses on her lips. She took them all in returning them when she could. When her breath didn’t catch and Daya felt like she could move again.

“Are we going to do this” Daya said her body flushed and heaving.

“It’s late but” Jasmines words trailed off

“But what” Daya smiled back

“I want” Jasmines assured “your kind of my boss”

“Well technically you work for the university and I couldn’t get you fired if I tried” Daya reassured “we are both adults who can consent and if you want to we can but only if you want to. I can leave this room now and pretend like this never happened”

Daya turned to face the door. Her body getting ready to compile this away. File the feelings deep within. But she didn’t have too as Jasmine pulled her back to face her.

“I do I really do” Jasmine took a breathe “Just I don’t know if you know and like it works differently and like some people are weird about it”

Daya grabbed Jasmines shoulder and half smiled at her “whatever it is, it’s okay”

“Okay I’m trans so the zone might not be what you envisioned” Jasmine bit her lip

“Jasmine I am pan and I have been with all varieties of gendered peoples” Daya said smugly

“Oh well then if it’s no big deal then” Jasmine jeered back

“I like the person not the parts” Daya held Jasmines shoulder trying to reassure her “I do love woman a lot”

Jasmine smiled and pushed Daya back.

“Well good thing I do too” Jasmine smiled back

Their bodies where magnetised from those words. They had been pulled together. Their bodies a mass of tangled limbs. The animosity they had shared was still their. Bubbling away at the surface. It made their kisses slightly to hard. It let their nails dig in to soft flesh more then most would let. Each woman had wanted this. Some where deep down. Want to press their bodies punishingly close. Grab at flesh. To pull and tear each other apart. They wanted it all. The soft touches and nails that punished skin.

Daya kisses Jasmine. Her teeth pressed into the bottom lip. Jasmine responded by pressing her manicured nails into the back of Daya’s should. Pressure, pain and want filled the room. They where feeding off each other. The harder the nails dug in the more Daya wanted to push. The more she pushed the harder Jasmine went. The cocktail of hormones had turned the pain into something more. It was searing in both of them but it was wanting. It made them both giddy. Daya slowly realised Jasmine and Jasmine let go in turn. Daya kissed the spot her teeth had indented marks. The half moon of deep indents that made Jasmine pull in deep. The kiss Daya left was delicate. A small soothing mark on the skin. The kisses turned back into a fury as Daya worked her way down the collar of Jasmines shirt. Her fingers worked their way up the hem. Pulling it up as Daya’s mouth grew desperate over skin. Daya exposed Jasmine’s bare chest. Soft breast perked up at the evening air. Daya’s fingers teased at the growing mounds. The want taking them over.

Jasmine’s breathe grew hoarse and hitched at the expert fingers. Pressing tight into skin. Jasmine dug her nails into Daya’s back with the same amount of force. She pulled the pair closer to the bed. Daya’s body wanted Jasmine. Wanted to take her apart and put her back together again. Wanted all of her. Daya placed Jasmine on the bed. Took off her pants. Their eyes didn’t leave each others. Daya staring deep into Jasmine. Her eyes dark as she crawled up to meet her up the bed. She peppered Jasmine with kisses. Jasmines body now a canvas for want and need. Soft pink marks giving way to blue. The pressure in her lower half growing. Daya wrapped her mouth around Jasmine’s head. One hand at the bass and the other gripping into the soft flesh of Jasmines thigh. Daya took Jasmine into her mouth. The want growing within her mouth. Taking her in deep and readying her for what was to come. Her lips curling around. Pushing her in deep. Her tongue wrapping around it as she pulled up. Jasmine gripped onto the back of her head. The sensation filling her body and clouding her brain. All that was left in the world was Daya. Daya’s hands, Daya’s touch and the way she wanted to fill her.

Pop, Daya realised the now hard member. Her face a wicked grin. She knew what she had done to the other woman but she was going to get her worth out of Jasmine. She was going to ride her hard. But first they needed something in between them. Daya knew she should have done it before the blowjob but it had slipped her mind.

“Jasmine do you have any condoms so I can fuck your brains out” Daya smiled a wicked smile

“Oh yeah in my bed side draw” Jasmine said willing her to the set of draws.

Daya simply watched as Jasmine rummaged around for the square of plastic. Once she found it she held it up like a cherished prize. She had found something for both of them to reveal in.

“Let me get this” Jasmines spoke again. Her hands fumbling around sides. The square of plastic the only things she could focus on.

Even Daya had gone out of the room for her and the key was in this series of small actions. The actions grew more hurried as Jasmine got closer to putting the condoms on. She was ready for fuck Day’s brains out by the time she had got it down all the way. Daya had other plans for her. She was going to fuck Jasmine till she couldn’t walk any more and then some more.

“Are you ready” Daya smiled

“Yeah I am ready” Jasmine breathed

Daya straddled Jamines. Taking her covered member in her hand. She let it find her. Let it slowly pull her in. Her body slowly took it in. Filling her deep inside. Jasmine was a gasping mess tugging at the sheets under her. Daya pulled her in. Taking her tight. Daya had taken all of Jasmine she could. Filling herself up. Daya steadied herself on Jasmine. Her body shifting and adjusting. It was preparing itself to be taken. To take and want.

Daya gave Jasmine a smirk as her hands grabbed into the soft flesh of stomach. The nails digging in enough to cause soft amounts of pain and to give some grip to Daya. She started out slow. Slowly moving herself on Jasmine. Jasmines hips just slightly bucking up with the rhythm. Daya wanted Jasmine and she was now all hers in this moment. Squeezing tight around her. Pulling her in. The thrusts building in pace. Daya felt Jasmine around her. It was hypnotic. They where getting so close together. All of the extra feelings had been stripped away.

Jasmine’s hand found it’s way to Daya’s thighs. She held onto her tight. Her body started to feel out of body. There was something about to come out of her. She was so close. Daya’s face of pleasure wasn’t helping. It was taking her close to the end.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that”Jasmine begged

“Not yet your not” Daya slowed down her thrusts. She wanted Jasmine to have to wait for it. Even if it was just a bit extra. She also was on the verge of coming undone. Daya dragged herself up on Jasmine. It was painfully slow. Her body wanted to take it all in. Take every inch of Jasmine. Make her weak beneath her.

Daya kept like this. An almost punishing pace on Jasmine for as long as she could. She wanted to stay like that. Stay in this state of drooling bliss. But she knew just over the hill there was something more. There was the peak of pleasure for both of them. So Daya smiled once more a wicked thing that Jasmine had now grown fond of. Her hips turned up the pace and took Jasmine. Daya could feel it in her. The building to bliss. The fireworks about to explode inside. The tingling in her lower half.

Jasmine felt herself realise into Daya. A hot something that was now caught in latex. She breathing now laboured and she herself was filled with a hot something she couldn’t describe. The mixed up feelings on anger and frustration had bubbled away into nothing. Daya got off her, Daya’s own body taking in long breaths of air. The taller woman laid a single arm across Jasmine. It was odd for the both of them but they settled into it. Relaxing into the bedsheet. Questions piled up for a later date. Right now it was time to sleep.

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