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kisses4kaia · 4 months

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on my knees, foaming at the mouth, begging for more sub coryo

u guys are so funny oh my goodness😭 (slight au where sejanus did not die because we love him🥰) i got a bit carried away as you can see!! but that’s ok !!!! also, university!corio .. okok go read now plz enjoy and reblog :)

being the girlfriend of the winner to the plinth prize whilst simultaneously biting your tongue constantly was no easy feat.

every thoughtless, careless, borderline sexist, comment corio received from older men—and even some of your male peers—along the lines of, “oh, she’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she? bet you keep her on her knees, huh?” (whilst you were right there, mind you!), infuriated you beyond belief and typically made corio tense up and awkwardly brush them off.

because no, corio did not always keep you on your knees. as a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite. you had him on his knees, every night, begging and pleading for a taste of you. and if he was a good boy, he would get one. you were assertive, not cruel.

you so badly wished you could shut them down, tell them exactly how it is, but you still loved and respected corio, and you knew what might happen to his reputation if that kind of secret got out.

so you kept on biting your tongue.

and tonight, corio’s arm is snaked around your torso and his large palm rests on the small of your back.

you’re at a elite party he was invited to, making friendly conversation with clemensia and sejanus while throwing witty comments back and forth with your boyfriend, when all of a sudden, one of crassus snow’s old friends come up to the both of you and it goes how you would expect; however, this time, something’s different.

this time, he laughs boisterously and nods, agreeing with the crude comment the man made. coriolanus shakes his hand and says “oh, absolutely. would you expect any less from my father’s son?”

you are fucking appalled, and the astounded expression on your face doesn’t do much to hide it.

when the old man whose name you didn’t bother to remember finally leaves, corio finally looks down at you to see your narrow eyes shooting daggers into his.

you say no words and storm off, and he’s hot on your trail. “baby? baby, hold up, slow down!”

you heed no mind to his words, and only stop your stampede when you find an unoccupied bedroom and drag him inside.

it was glamorous, which was to be expected, considering the host of the party was volumnia gaul; she always was one for dramatic flare. the ceiling was high and the walls were crowned in gold paint. the layout was simple, there was nothing but a queen-sized bed, an empty dresser, and bare vanity gracing its presence, all but proving that it was not it use, and perfectly fine for you to punish coriolanus in.

“what the fuck was that?” your voice is scornful and with the way your face twists up and contorts into a look of contempt, he knows he’s in for it.

he stumbles over his words, trying to think of a way he can phrase his words to deescalate the situation, lessen the blow for himself. “i-i’m sorry. i don’t know what i was thinking. please, honey. please forgive me. i’m begging you,”

the last phrase causes you to look up at him before smirking wickedly, “are you?”

you can see it dawn on him, the realization that you really are going to make him beg—the proper way, down on his knees.

he sighs ashamedly before letting his knees buckle, right one hitting the ground, the left following suit.

the slicked back hair on his scalp gleams perfectly underneath the warm overhead lighting the small chandelier provides, and his glossy, devastatingly blue, eyes are boring into yours as his bottom lip begins to quiver ever so slightly.

“i’m so, so, so, fucking, sorry. i’m so stupid, i just didn’t want him to think lowly of my fathers kin. i fucked up, i know, just, please, please, forgive me,”

he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears when he speaks and you can’t help but revel in how hot this all is. having one of the most powerful men in the capitol at your feet, pleading for you, you have to work hard in order to conceal the ache between your legs.

“show me, then.” you turn around on him and walk to the bed, sitting, before crossing your legs and leaning back, dangerous, siren eyes inviting corio to crawl to you.

he doesn’t even hesitate before getting on his hands and knees and desperately pawing at the ground, trying to get close to you again. and when he reaches your sat figure, he grabs your ankles, uncrossing them and pulling your high heels off slowly, all before kissing his way up your calf, and up to your mid-thigh, where the slit in your dress begins. he looks up at you pleadingly, expression reading ‘may i?’ and you could praise him for being so polite if he wasn’t enduring punishment.

you nod slightly, raising your hips just enough so corio could hike your dress up, bunching up at your waist.

his eyes stay on yours, watching you intently as he pulls your delicate, lacy, black and pink, panties down your smooth legs, before gently placing them on the floor next to him.

when you part your legs ever so slightly, the eyes boring into yours spark up with excitement and hope. he finally breaks eye contact when he shuts his eyes and lays his tongue flat against your cunt, lapping up the ego-boosting amount of arousal that’s drooling from your achy hole.

he’s so perfect for you, timing his transitions between fucking into you with his tongue and sucking on your clit just the way he’s learned you like just right, never lingering too long on one part of you.

at this point, you have your legs wrapped around his head tight, nearly restricting his facility to breathe, shamelessly moaning and praising his ministrations. “fuck, yes corio! oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum? yeah? so fucking pathetic,” you spit at him in between borderline moans so pornographic that you’re apprehensive that somebody outside of the four walls you’re in may hear you, but it doesn’t seem to bother you that much, considering the lack of you lowering your own volume.

and the sounds, the sounds are vile, fucking disgusting. his salivated muscle messily dragging all over your labia, his perfectly pouted lips making out with your pussy like he’s in love with it (he is). all of the insanely erotic factors of this moment don’t do anything to hold off your impending release, and with a weak cry of the boy beneath you’s name, sweet syrup leaks out from your tight hole lands onto corio’s anticipating tongue, and you can feel him smile against you at the taste of it.

he drinks it all down in no time and when he continues to lather his tongue all over your clit, not seeming to want to be done, you have to physically pull his head away from you as a result of overstimulation.

he frowns but when he sees the look on your face, your exhausted, satisfied, fucked-out, face, he has to bite his lip to contain his smile.

“i did good?” there’s a special twinkle to his eye, and you find it all-enamoring.

“so good,”

“you forgive me?”

“yes, but next time you pull some shit like that, i’ll jerk you off under the dinner table, you hear me?”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 !#angelnon 🤍#kai's got mail <3📑#young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #corio angel 🪽★#tbosas smut #tbosas #thg smut #the hunger games #tom blyth smut #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #got just a tad bit carried away here.. oops!#kaia writes coriolanus

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siriusly-parker · 3 days

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nun!reader x cult leader!suguru getou

I can’t stop thinking about nun!reader x cult leader!getou 😫😫 idk i just want stories about that dynamic so baaaaad 😭🙏 (if you do get inspired to write your own, plz credit me for the au!)

i just need to get some of it out of my chest so i can finally continue my homework 😭 so this was written FAST and it’s not much, but it’s a start. maybe i can make this a au! with other stories? plz plz plz fill my asks with requests and your own little cult leader!getou x nun!reader fantasies 🛐 plz and thank you 🛐

cult leader!getou who praises you for being such a devoted follower.

nun!reader who wants nothing but to be a good enough disciple for master getou to notice.

nun!reader worshipping the ground he walks on.

cult leader!getou who knows that and uses it to his advantage.

nun!reader who begs her leader for forgiveness whenever she does anything remotely imperfect.

cult leader!getou who gets weirdly turned on by her tears. maybe it was from knowing he had so much power over her. how much she trusted and worshipped him. how he practically owned her…

cult leader!getou who shuts down any rumors and reprimands other nuns for talking behind your back and insinuating favouritism (though there definitely was).

nun!reader who constantly gets down on her knees for cult leader!getou, without knowing the true effect it has on him.

cult leader!getou who creates alternate passages and spots for you to explore in the convent and kill time during the long and mostly boring days.

nun!reader who gets confused when places she has been to before seem to disappear, but gets overwhelmingly excited when she discovers new ones.

nun!reader who spends her days exploring and roaming instead of praying, not knowing getou is always watching.

nun!reader who feels guilty and spends the night overpraying to the strongest cursed spirits.

cult leader!getou who smirks as he listens to her worshiping and begging.

cult leader!getou who kills and destroys without a second thought, but holds a soft spot for you, his favourite girl.

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gay-dorito-dust · 6 months

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Hello I hope your having a good week! <3

Can I get a Drabble or hcs of Kuai Liang with a fem s/o whos on their period? Ik ik it’s a classic prompt but just hear me out, so like his s/o usually isn’t like touchy or emotional and the second she’s on her period she’s all of a sudden clingy, cramping, and emotion. Like she does not care if he’s talking to someone or not the second she wants his affection and attention she’s determined to get it.

Due to how warm Kuei Liang is, he’s naturally perfect for this sort of thing. Never again will you ever need a hot compress when you’ve got Kuai Liang to sooth your aches and your pains.

Now normally you weren’t someone who’d actively seek Kuai Liang out for comfort, firmly believing that you could do it all by yourself and without ever feeling the need to burden him with your inner most thoughts and emotions, despite him offering you a safe to open up about these sorts of things multiple times. But seeing as he’s already got a lot of ground work to do with starting up the Shirai Ryu with Tomas.

You always decided against taking Kuai Liang up on his offer, much to his dismay but he wasn’t one to push you into something you weren’t ready nor willing. However that doesn’t mean he thinks you should withdraw from him entirely when it comes to these sorts of things, you’re in this together and for the long haul, so the least he’d hoped you could do was allow him to be your support as you were his.

Nowadays Kuai Liang waits for you to come to him whenever you’re in need of help inside of being invasive of you and your privacy out of the respect he has for you.

He wants to help, so let him help. Plz.

Cramps were a bitch, there was no two ways about it. They rendered you to placating to the bed indefinitely and if you made even the slightest bit of movement, somehow the period cramps then decided on a whim to became excruciatingly painful then before, if that was even a thing within the realms of possibility. So to say that you were currently experiencing the worst kind of pain imaginable, in the form of severe period cramps no less, would be an understatement for the ages.

‘Kuai Liang.’ You called out wearily, not daring to move an inch out of your fetal position, the only thing that was seemingly keeping the cramps somewhat at bay. Somewhat being the magic word here.

‘Kuai Liang?’ You called out a tad louder this time to no response yet again. You swore you had only shifted the tiniest inch from your position, peaking over the end of the bed in hopes that he was in the bathroom doin something, and now you were being struck down by a bombardment of cramps. You grit your teeth to prevent from crying out as you tucked your knees further into your chest but to no avail, the cramps were only coming down harder and leaving you out of options, other then to leave the confides of your safe haven and actively search for Kuai Liang.

It was a dangerous task to risk but what other choice did you have!

Your hot compress has went long since gone cold and was now of no use to you, you wanted to calm your cramps not fucking freeze them!

You were still waiting for medication you usually took to kick in but that was starting to feel like a long and gruelling eternity. (You took it not even a minute ago.)

And you had near enough eaten all of your comfort snacks that you had kept a very neat stash of nearby for these very turbulent times, the rest of the snacks however were too far away for you to reach without suffering another painful wave of cramps.

Frustrated, angry and emotional you slowly but surly waddled out of bed, tucked beneath a cosy blanket and your feet shoved into some warm fluffy slippers, you then set out of your bedroom to began your traitorous journey in finding Kuai Liang, all the while fighting through wave and waved of cramps that forced you to stop and take a break every so often, seeing as they made you felt as though the wind was being knocked out of you constantly.

However with each and every break you took, the slower your walk had become and with that came the tears of frustration. They were mostly towards being cursed to bear unspeakable pain throughout a good majority of the week but they were also towards the Shirai Ryu for not being the easiest to navigate whilst at the same time being too fucking big for you to find and locate Kuai Liang.

He could be anywhere for all you know and yet here you were, perpetually stuck at a snails pace, whilst trying to fight off the urge to just scream in hope for someone -hopefully Tomas- to come running and spare you from moving an inch more then you’d like.

You then began to sob upon thinking about how stupid you must’ve looked to everybody else. Walking throughout the halls in your hoodie and pyjama bottoms, cloaked in your favourite fluffy blanket and a pair of fluffy lilac slippers, who even does that?!

‘Y/n?’ You lifted your head out of your hands, teary eyes locking onto a bleary looking -but concerned- Kuai Liang and Tomas. ‘Where have you been!’ You cried as you quickly got back up to your feet and ran into Kuai Liang, grabbing one of his large hands and pressing it onto your lower abdomen, sighing in relief as you leaned yourself into his warmth, closing your eyes as you felt the cramps cease their unrelenting stabbing.

However his warmth didn’t save him from you chewing him up. ‘I’ve been looking all over for you that I even left the bed to go search for you! The bed! I endured a pain unlike ever before!’ You ranted and raved about your hardships for a good minute or two before descending into a waterfall of tears the next minute. ‘Do I look stupid? I do don’t I?’

‘You don’t look stupid at all.’ Tomas said with a smile. ‘I really like your slippers, so much so that I’m jealous.’ He adds gesturing to your footwear.

‘You really think so?’ You asked, wiping away your tears either the sleeves of your hoodie.

‘Yeah! I need to get myself a pair because of how comfy them look.’ Tomas insisted.

‘They are really comfy.’ You replied, squishing your cheek flat against Kuai Liang’s chest, hearing him chuckle, which made you pout and smack his arm lightly. ‘Don’t make fun of my slippers. You’re just jealous.’

‘Indeed I am my beloved.’ Kuai Liang said softly as he used his thumb to rub the skin of your lower abdomen, smiling upon hearing your groans of approval before looking towards Tomas. ‘I must apologise for cutting our talk so short Tomas.’

‘Don’t apologise Kuai Liang.’ Tomas said, patting his brother on the shoulder before looking over at you as you fought the urge to sleep against Kuai Liang then and there. ‘We shall pick up where we left off soon.’ Tomas then bided you and Kuai Liang a goodbye before leaving back the way he came.

‘What am I going to do with you, little flame?’ Kuai Liang asked himself as he watched you practically try to bury yourself deeper into him. ‘Keep the cramps away preferably.’ You said, voice muffled and sluggish against his chest, exhausted from today’s events. Kuai Liang chuckled softly, ‘okay.’ He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. ‘I’ll keep the cramps away.’ He said as he guided you back to your shared room, all the while keeping one hand glued to your lower abdomen.

#mk1 x fem reader #mortal kombat 1 x fem reader #Kuai Liang x fem reader #mk imagine #mk1 #mk x y/n #mortal kombat x y/n #mk x reader #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat imagines #kuai liang x y/n #kuai liang x you #kuai liang imagines #kuai liang imagine #scorpion x fem reader #mortal kombat x fem reader

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leftthisaccountlmaoooo · 2 months

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LUFFY, SANJI AND USOPP X MALE/GN READER

girls dni plz !!

type ~ a few crush hcs! all fluff prety much

warnings ~ some swearing thats rlly it tho, most of my stuff has swaring anyway. ALSO like most of my stuff, y/n is intended to b a guy but there isnt too much stuff related to that so u can read as gn

note ~ i wrote the original of this at like 11 pm so some stuff might seem weird but my friend whos much farther in op checked it for me and said most of it is accurat >:3

MONKEY D LUFFY

+ hes soooo clingy but its super adorable !!!! loves t hug you allll the time and is sad when he cant!! its comforting for him tho and makes him hapy!!

+ shares his food with you oh mah gawd?!?!? everyone thinks he was kidnapped and/or replaced by an evil clone of himself but they realize he just loves you lmao-

+ he holds your hand a loooootttt without realizing he does. if and whn you ention it, he would be confused why you would and keeps doing it anywyas

+ jumps on you a lot without thinking anything of it- lmao- doesnt realize how much it hurts you and apologizes afterwards

VINSMOKE SANJI

+ agghhh sanji would be so sweetttt >< would do anything you ask from him with absolutely no questions asked !!

+ cooks whatever you want whenevr you want. even if its in the middle of the night , h wouldnt care if h got woken up if it meant he could mak you happy !! would have to stop luffy from eatin gyour food

+ would actually act normal about his crush on you, despite popular belief. its just more genuine and seems like he really loves you because he does!!!!! ><

+ i think sanji would be good at writing poems and would wrte a lot of them about you. shows most of them to you but he has a few that he keeps private. do with that whatever you see fits lol

+ lovs to just touch you at all really. anything phyical is nice for him if its what youre okay with!!! holding hands, hugs, whatever you want he does it

USOPP

+ likes to doodle on your hands and arms because he finds it relaxing+fun ! if you want him to put something specific on you he will ! all you need to do is ask about it, same goes for if you dont want him to doodle on you <3

+ he ither completely avoids you or constantly follows you around wherever you go. i feel like both could be a possibility lmfao

+ horrible at flirting o,o says stuff like "hey boy, are you a boy? cuz you look like a boy" and "man its really hot in here" whn its literally in the negatives. hes trying really but just doesnt know the right things to say

+ a bit relatd to the last one, but hes scared to b affectionate at all in any way or form- wants to, but just doesnt have the confidence to do it :((

#luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #usopp x reader #one piece x reader #weirdo writes

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whxre-bxby · 10 months

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i luv your writes so much! I haven't been able to read many fics these past weeks bc of work life ugh but im catching up AND LET ME TELL U YOUR FICS DON'T DISAPPOINT!!! (LIKE UR SMUTTY ONES HOLY COW🐄)

ANYWAY HAV A GOOD NIGHT HOHOHOHUHUHUHUUHEHEHE *FLIES AWAY*

i may or may not hav sent this while high ssshhhg

PLZ- glad you're feeling happy lmao

"Comfort of your Body"

Recom Mansk x Human f. Y/N

(Saw someone post these ducks and it's amazing)

A/N: it's getting way too warm and summery for my liking

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Summary: Injured and tired Mansk returns to Bridgehead after the final battle. He finds his girlfriend Y/N in his room, waiting for him and needs her to distract him from the horrible mission. (1K special request from @emzerdoo)

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, angst, death, injuries, sub Mansk, dom Y/N, edging, blowjob, penetration, breeding kink, size difference

Word Count: 4415 (a bit shorter, I have so much to write)

Today’s mission had been exceptionally brutal for the recoms. Not that the mission had changed. They still had to hunt down and kill Jake Sully. But today, most of them didn’t make it back home.

Mansk was one of the three who had survived today. Quaritch and Lyle had made it out of the battle alive too, but everyone was in a bad condition.

Flying back on the Ikran was almost impossible because the Marines were so terribly exhausted. They had to wait a few hours for an aircraft to come and get them.

Returning to base, they were all ordered to go to the medical centre immediately. Lyle needed it the most because he had a concussion after his rough fall on deck. Quaritch needed rest and quite frankly so did Mansk. That’s why Mansk refused to stay in the emergency room. He was too tired and still too shocked by the near-death experience that he couldn’t be around people now. He just needed his quiet, his bed and you.

Before going to your room which was all he really wanted to do, he forced himself to go to the showers first. Every step of the way pained him and while under the water he was getting flashbacks of almost drowning in the wreckage. The memories made it difficult for him to stand still. The wounds as well. He hissed and flinched when the water came in contact with his open and fresh injuries until he couldn’t bare it anymore. He wanted to collapse into his bed and have you by his side because in what he thought were his last moments, he had to face the likelihood of never seeing you again.

He had found some fresh clothes for himself which he put on while holding the blood-stained gear of today in his right hand. Mansk limped through the now eerily quiet hallways of the recom dorms. They were quiet now. Usually, the team would be constantly walking through them but now he was alone. There was no team. The remaining bits of it were suffering in the medical rooms.

Finally, he reached his door. He stopped in front of it, leaning against the doorframe in an attempt to gather himself.

Whenever he would leave for a mission he would have to leave you behind. To comfort yourself, you found it helpful waiting in his room rather than yours. Not only was it bigger to fit him, but it smelled like him and he would often find you asleep in his bed when he would return.

Today, I couldn’t sleep. Something felt off as I waited for my boyfriend Mansk to return. I was in his bed, sitting upright while I hugged his pillow and stared at the door. My eyes find the electronic clock which showed me that it was past midnight. The time worried me more. Mansk was never this late. They always returned before 9 or 10 pm so that everyone would be fit for the next day.

The uncertain and uneasy concern was eating me alive as I waited for hours. Dreadful thoughts filled me, making me worry about whether something had happened to him. Maybe he was hurt or maybe he wasn’t even alive. Perhaps they were looking for him and that’s why it took the recom’s so long or perhaps none of them had made it back…

I too had noticed, how quiet the hallway outside his room was. No one in his squad had returned. It made me sick to my stomach to think about what could have happened.

My eyes occasionally teared up and I would bury my face into the pillow from time to time and inhale his scent. If I tried hard enough, it would seem like he was here with me.

Suddenly I heard faint shuffling in the hall and it stopped right outside my door. For a few moments, there was just silence.

Then I saw the door handle move and my heart stopped beating in anticipation.

To my relief, Mansk stepped into the room and I noticed how his eyes searched for me. His body visibly relaxed when he saw me sitting on his bed. But he looked clearly exhausted and weakened.

“Mansk-” I say, immediately getting up and hurriedly walking over to him. His stressed gaze softened when he saw me and his ears drooped in relaxation as he gently nudged the door closed before kneeling down in front of me.

We were roughly the same height now that he was on the ground and once he opened his large arms to me, I threw myself at him and buried my face in his shoulder while we hugged.

Mansk tightly wrapped his arms around me, holding me as close as possible to him. One of his hands rose and he cradled the back of my head. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck and kept it there for a few moments, inhaling my scent which would comfort him while I refused to unwrap my arms from around his neck.

He was alive and okay. And mainly, we were together.

After a few minutes, we slowly pull away from the hug but we don’t let each other go. I look up at him and he’s looking at me with watery eyes filled with sorrow, while his hands hold my body and caress my cheek.

“I was worried…” I whisper, placing my smaller hand on top of his one which was resting on my cheek. We gaze at each other, never seeming to want to look away.

“Me too…” he softly answered and I noticed how gruff his voice was even through the whisper. He must have been shouting a lot.

“Are you okay?” I ask, scanning over him with worry in my eyes.

He hesitates to answer for a second before he tenses and nods. “Yeah.” he breathily says. I can tell he only means physically okay even though I can see lots of scratches and bruises.

“Oh, Mansk…” I sigh, cupping his cheeks into my palms. Seeing him so distraught made my heart break. His tired and sad eyes meet mine again and feel how his fingers tremble.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” he whispers, pulling my head to his so that our foreheads are pressing against each other. I small smile forms on my lips and I hold onto him again while he calms down in my presence.

“I’m happy to see you too.” I reply, softly. My hands gently hold him and I kiss him on the cheek before we look at each other again.

“Let me take care of you.”

His tired eyes open slightly wider than before and his ears perk forwards, granting me his attention. That offer sounds so good to him, Mansk can’t help but nod.

I take his large hand into both of mine and he slowly gets up and off the ground, following me to his bed. My plan is to relax him so that he could fall asleep easier.

Mansk was a strong man, no doubting that. That applied to him both physically and emotionally. But this lifestyle takes a toll on everyone and it has its side effects. He would often become disassociated from reality and would be completely submerged in his thoughts. The thoughts and memories often haunted him, not letting him forget the gruesome images he has seen. That is also why Mansk would struggle to fall and stay asleep. Sometimes he would lay in bed for hours without being able to close his eyes properly. And even if he would manage to fall asleep due to exhaustion, he would dream of those burdening things and therefore never wakes up well rested.

It really isn’t fair on him, so you try your best to help ease his problems. He once told you that your presence at night helps him sleep and stay calm. So sleeping in his room has become a pleasant and regular experience.

Mansk sat down on the side, his soft gaze not leaving me as he watched me guide him. I could see through the faint smile on his lips that he was thankful.

“Take them off, please.” I say with a smile, pointing at his sweatpants and top. Mansk listened without hesitation, removing his clothes so that he is only left in his underwear. This wasn’t the first time I would help him relax so he roughly knew how I liked to do it. Usually, I massage and worship his body in a way that has him drifting off to sleep. Small, gentle touches ease his pain and let him forget everything except for him and me.

In the end, I lay on him and we fall asleep together.

Mansk enjoys being close to you and feeling your warm skin pressed against his. Ever since he met you, he’s been feeling better all around. His nights aren’t as long and torturous and his days are brighter. He’s told you before, even if you wave it off, he knows he wouldn’t have been able to hold on and stay strong for as long as he is if he were alone.

Mansk lay down on the bed, letting his heavy head fall back into the soft pillow. The rest of his body weakly slumped into the mattress.

He was looking forward to seeing you all day, he would have been all fidgety and antsy if he weren’t so tired.

I climb onto the bed with him and straddle his waist with a smile on my face. I hovered above his upper waist because otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to reach his face. He was already melting against me. I loved how easily I could maneuvre him.

My hands trailed up and down his torso, making small shivers erupt from him. The size difference between us made things more interesting and apparently my small hands felt nice. He just needed small and gentle touches so I traced his stripes and drew circles around the small specks of luminescent light in his pretty blue skin.

Occasionally, my eyes would return to scan over his face and when I notice that his eyes are fluttering closed and his breathing is faint, I feel better about what I’m doing. His body was still and not a single muscle was strained or tense.

I felt such love for him I couldn’t hold back on worshipping him more, so I leaned forward and started placing gentle kisses along his torso. I don’t usually do this so it took Mansk by surprise and his eyes opened to watch me before he lay his head back and hummed in approval. His eyes close once more so he can focus on the feeling but the darkness brings back the distressing images of his mission. Quickly, they open once more and I notice the small jump and the fast action.

I stop and sit up, looking at him in worry. Was he in pain or did I do something to make him flinch?

“Are you alright?” I ask, placing a palm on his chest to comfort him. Mansk inhales deeply before sighing and rubbing his eye.

“Yeah- sorry.” his quiet and tired voice replies.

“Don’t apologise.” I say, scooting closer and rubbing a soothing circle over his tattoo. He nods a little, running the hand over his face and taking a deep breath.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, leaning onto him.

I notice his sad eyes staring at the ceiling before they meet mine.

“No…” he whispers. Mansk wasn’t the person to talk about things. I told him it was unhealthy and he really was getting better, but I knew that there were certain things he has to go through that he prefers not to tell me. Mainly so that I don’t have to be burdened by the violent images like he is.

I stay quiet for a while, thinking about what to do but then Mansk breaks the silence.

“I just- I need to think about somethin’ else.” he says, tilting his head to lock eyes with me. I tilt mine to the side, wondering what he means.

“I want to think about you.” Mansk adds and his words surprise me. I catch on to what he’s saying. He wants to be distracted by me, from his mission.

“If it will make you feel better…” I say, leaning forward so that my face is above his.

“It will.” he reassures me, raising a hand and soothingly cupping my face. “Please.”

I can’t say no when he begs and asks so nicely. A smile forms on my lips, informing him that I’m agreeing to his plea. His hand suddenly grows firm on my cheek and his long fingers reach the back of my head. He then pulls my face down to his and presses our lips together.

It had been a few days since I saw him last, so I missed the warm feeling of his kiss.

Mansk was eager to continue it, not wanting it to end. I understood that this helped him forget his worries so I wanted it to last longer too.

My hands once again roamed his chest and I started tracing my fingers over his muscles, slowly reaching his abs. I broke the kiss to move lower down his body so that I could kiss his flexed and toned stomach. He wasn’t happy about the loss of contact but he let me do what I wanted.

My lips softly pressed against his skin, making his breathing hitch as he watched me work my way down his huge torso. I smiled up at him before sticking the tip of my tongue out and trailing it over his ab muscles which tensed even more at the touch.

I took my time, wanting him to know I appreciated him. While focusing on his slim waist, I sit back on him and my movements faltered for a second when I hear Mansk whimper. My eyes shoot up to his face and I notice the faint blush on his cheeks and the way his ears wilt to the sides. Then I look back at me, noticing I sat on his crotch. A grin paints my face and I grind down against him, watching him suck in a swift breath through clenched teeth. I can also feel him slowly hardening under me.

“Aw, you feeling good?” I ask him in a teasing manner. He nods, staring at my lower half that’s sitting on him.

“Please, Y/N.” he breathes out and his hands slide up my thighs but I gently push them away.

“No touching. Just lay back.” I whisper, slowly pushing his chest back down into the mattress. Mansk doesn’t fight it and listens, letting his body fall back.

If he needs a long distraction I’ll give him one.

My fingertips graze his skin again, softly tickling his blue body. I could tell that his senses had heightened through his building arousal. Mansk’s heartbeat increased and his breath became heavier and deeper. He lost his rhythm of breathing due to occasionally gasping when I could nibble and kiss his now sensitive skin.

Slowly, I dip my fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, slowly tugging it down inch for inch. Mansk shudders beneath me and slightly lifts his waist up, eagerly wanting me to hurry. But I won’t.

However, I do comply with stripping down his last bit of clothing, pulling it down his legs and throwing it on the floor next to the bed.

He exhales in a form of relief. Apparently, clothes get uncomfortable and feel restricting on Na’vi when they are aroused. So Mansk preferred to always take everything off which I thought was funny because he would spend his days completely covered in long sleeves and pants.

“God you look so good-” I breathe out, running my flattened palms up his thighs. He sighs in enjoyment and I notice his blush return. I feel over his v-line, before resting my hands right next to where he’s desiring my touch most.

My eyes once again meet his and he’s lovingly staring at me. His eyes are soft and half-lidded and his lips are lightly parted.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask, making his ears twitch.

“Yeah-” he breathes out, locking his eyes on my hand which was daringly close to his crotch.

“How bad?” I ask, wanting to push all the begging out of him.

“Please, don’t tease.” he asks, looking at me with pleading eyes. I can see how tired and desperate he is, so I was going to spare him.

“Okay, okay.” I say with a smile, gently wrapping my hand around him. At least I attempt to wrap it around him. My fingertips don’t reach, there is a small space separating them.

Mansk shakily exhales as I slowly stroke him. I move my body in between his legs, kneeling in the space between his knees while my hands work and warm him up.

His head drops back down into the pillows and he lets me take complete control.

I lower my face down to his level. At this point in our relationship I know the things he loves, so I do my best to pleasure him.

I nuzzle my face against the side of his shaft, kissing along his warm skin.

Mansk’s mouth drops open and his eyes flutter closed.

I stick my tongue out, licking a sloppy stripe from his base to the tip of his dick. His skin is speckled with goosebumps as I do so.

I swirl my tongue around his tip, hearing a small groan escape him.

Continuing my work, I move back down and lick over his balls, cupping them with my free hand while stroking him with the other.

“Shit-” he sighs. Mansk’s tail is excitedly thudding against the mattress.

I switch it up again, kissing my way to the top of his now almost fully erect dick. My lips wrap around his tip and I lightly suck on it while Mansk balls up his fists and groans in pleasure. Even just the tip has my mouth filled.

“Feels so good.” he whines, clenching his eyes closed.

I can taste the precum on my tongue as it mixes with my saliva. Then I feel Mansk lightly buck his hips up and I get the message.

I open my mouth wider and start to slowly take more of him into my mouth, each time I bob my head.

Small grunts escape his lips as he raises his head and fights the urge to thrust up into me again.

Every time Mansk gets close to cumming I stop my movements, just kissing the skin of his abdomen until he’s calmed down before riling him up again. He wanted to forget about his problems so I would make sure of that.

It’s becoming messy and sloppy. Mansk has a death grip on the pillow, refusing to let go because he doesn’t want to force you further down him. He is amazing at holding back and letting you take control of him.

Sweat is rolling down his forehead and his skin is glistening and moist from it. His veins were bulging out of his skin and all his muscles are flexed as he tries his best to stay still and lay down while you edge him for probably the fourth time.

He was whimpering, begging me to let him cum but I wasn’t going to let him cum like this. I knew he enjoyed this and I was simply trying to prolong his pleasure.

“Y/N, please-” he chokes out. His eyes have become glossy and his dick is pulsing because it’s so painfully hard.

“Not yet, baby. Hold on.” I smile at him, cleaning off the sticky pre cum that dripped down his shaft and all over my hand.

He hisses through his clenched jaw, trying his absolute best not to spill and I decide that I’ve pushed him enough.

My hands leave him and I lick my fingers clean while he watches me with wide eyes.

“Take it off.” I say, motioning to my silky nightgown. Mansk never needs to be told twice. His large hands are on me in seconds. Even despite the skin on them being rough, he manages to gently push the thin straps off my shoulder, letting the thin material fall to my knees.

I smile at him, pleased with how well he is cooperating. Mansk doesn’t even see the smile because he’s staring at my naked body in adoration.

“I’ll give you what you want now.” I say, letting my smile turn into a grin.

His big ears come to life again, perking forwards and his lust-blown eyes meet mine. Mansk literally cannot wait.

I move back to his waist, straddling his trembling body once again. This time I’m not kneeling but squatting above him. He’s so bewildered and desperate that he stares and watches with a flushed face and perked ears.

One of my hands rests on his abdomen to steady myself. The other reaches for his throbbing and saliva-covered dick, angling it to meet my now wet pussy. Playing with him turns me on, I count it as my foreplay.

I press his tip against my slick heat and he groans words and curses I don’t understand. He’s too pussy drunk already to talk.

I rub him through my folds, humming in approval to myself before focusing on touching my clit with him.

Mansk’s hands are once again digging into the pillow and his head is thrown back. He can’t take the torture much longer.

Without further warning, I decide to give him what he needs and what I now want. I line him up with my entrance and let myself sink down comfortably until his tip is engulfed by me completely.

“Fuckin’ hell- Y/N…” he moans, needing to prop himself up on his forearms to watch me.

He was much larger than me and if I placed his huge cock on top of my body, the tip reached the beginning of my ribcage. I was never able to take all of him and never will be but I was able to bare the pain of having most of him inside me.

I move up on him before sinking down a little more. My eyes clench closed as I flinch at the slight stretch but I know it is only temporary.

I look back at him, watching how he’s fighting himself again to not buck up into me. Mansk knows it hurts me and he feels bad about it. It took me a lot of persuading to tell him that I enjoy sex with him. Now, he lets me do what I need to do and won’t dare touch, push or move me without my consent.

“You’re so good to me.” I whisper, drowsily smiling again. He loved and needed praise. I knew he took it to heart, so I helped him feel better about himself.

“You can touch now.”

His eyes light up and I nod to reassure him. He was so big I would get tired quickly while riding him.

Mansk’s large hands release the pillow and he closes them around my waist after running them over my bare chest. I put my hand on top of one of his and nod again, allowing him to move me. He needed his pleasure much more than me so he could get it now. It was well earned.

I also happened to enjoy seeing Mansk lift me so effortlessly up and down him.

He supported my movements, making it easier for me to ride him. Mansk was sitting up now and I held onto his shoulders while he thrust me down on him.

“So tight-” he groaned, his hot breath fanning against the top of my head.

His ears were pinned back in pleasure and he had his fangs bared as he concentrated on chasing his high.

He was so sensitive from all the edging I had put him through, I could tell he is close.

I want us to cum together so I reach down between our wildly different bodies and rub my clit. His eyes open and he watches with his jaw lightly hanging open.

Mansk always grew weak when you touched yourself. It was a sight that would instantly turn him on. Whether you were naked or were doing it over your clothes didn’t matter, Mansk adored seeing you please yourself.

That’s also why he moaned and his hips stuttered.

“Y/N- I’m gonna cum-” he hissed, needing to let go now otherwise he would become an even bigger desperate mess.

“Let go, baby, I want to feel it inside me.” I manage to say through heavy breaths. He groans at my requests and I feel his dick twitch inside me.

Suddenly, I’m being pulled down against him faster than before and Mansk starts desperately fucking up into me. I can feel his cum explode and shoot deep inside me and the feeling of it makes me moan and throw my head back. Within seconds I’m cumming too and Mansk rides out both our orgasms until our quivering and trembling bodies fall against each other.

His arms are around my waist, holding me close to his chest and his head rests on top of mine as we both calm our heavy pants.

“Thank you…” he whispers, tipping his head down and kissing my forehead.

“You don’t need to thank me, Mansk. I love you.” I say, looking up at him.

“Love you too, baby.” Mansk whispers, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

He gives me a tired smile before helping me gently get off him. His cum flows down the insides of my thighs but I don’t mind it. Mansk loves the sight of it but he cleans it with a tissue for my comfort.

We’re both so tired now that Mansk just falls back into the bed and I fall with him.

He was happy to be back with you in a safe space where he could forget everything except for the things that made him happy. Your presence had calmed him and he was able to fall asleep quickly, but only after making sure you were already asleep. His dreams won’t haunt him tonight. And that’s thanks to you.

Tag List: @numarusworld @ikranwings @jatwow @number1gal @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

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imastrangeone98 · 10 months

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So it's time for some bullshit- for some reason, I wanna see Jing yuan (my luck on getting him was so gooooood im so happy just thinking about it 😍) have a lover who owns a bakery :D minors gtfo there will be smut later (cuz it's me lol)

It's a small, humble shop tucked away in the corner of the Central Starskiff Haven, yet every day, without fail, lines would form from opening to closing time. Customers would wait patiently to order the most popular item on the menu: a dozen salted egg custard buns, piping hot from the steamers.

You serve and serve, always keeping an eye on the clock so you can greet your most favored guests. And they arrive like clockwork: Yanqing, who eagerly bounces toward you just as you close the shop temporarily for lunch, and Jing Yuan trailing behind him with a lazy smirk on his lips.

The young lad never fails to thank you every time with a larger-than-life smile that makes his eyes crinkle around the corners, skipping away with several fresh buns in hand.

His mentor, on the other hand, doesn't disappear as quickly. He helps you set up your small break table, placing your lunch on top, and flits about the kitchen to whip up a pot of freshly brewed jasmine tea before seating himself across from you. And he listens intently at your stories about your customers: the one who always seems to lack spare change, the one who is currently celebrating the birth of a child, the one who seeks some stress relief from the labors of the artisanship commission through food, the one who flirts constantly with you to both your amusement and annoyance. (Jing Yuan's eye twitches just the slightest at this particular one, so you quickly change topics).

Whenever you think to stop your stories, which must be so much duller compared to his grand tales of warfare and negotiations, he gently grabs hold of your hand and presses it his cheek, tilting his head to press kisses to your knuckles. A silent encouragement to keep talking. So you do, regaling him with tale after tale until your lunchbox is empty and it's time to reopen.

He helps you clean up the table and packs away your lunchbox for cleaning, sets aside the empty teapot, and heaves a great, resigned sigh. You laugh at the dread in his eyes of returning to the Seat of Divine Foresight, so you grab the back of his neck to pull him in for a deep kiss, licking at the bottom of his lip for good measure.

When you pull away, you're both gasping for air, a small string of saliva connecting your mouths together still. Yuan stares at you, hearts in his eyes, and pulls you in for another kiss. Then another, and another, until he's tugging at your shirt, whining for you to close the shop for the day and return home with him.

The ache between your thighs begs for you to agree, but you know better than to give into his whims too easily. Especially knowing that the reward will be all the sweeter with patience. So with one final kiss to his addicting lips, you send him off on his merry way, a promise to reunite later on lingering in the air and in both your minds as you reopen your store, already sighing at the long queue beginning to form, and Jing Yuan returns to the Seat of Divine Foresight, eagerly anticipating when he can leave once more.

(again it wouldn't be me without some horrible smut- everything up to here is gn!reader, so plz do not read further than this if fem!reader is not your thing. Again, it's fem!reader from this point on- you have been warned)

"Be patient, you said," Yuan hisses into your ear, thrusting harder into your sore cunt. He moans, deep and hoarse, right by your ear, and you squirm in his grip. But he shuts it down immediately, forcing your head deeper into the pillows. "I've been patient. Don't you think I deserve a reward?"

Each word is emphasized with a powerful thrust of his hips. You would've smacked your head on the headboard if he didn't have such a tight grip on your hair as he took you from behind.

"Yuan," you heave, but whatever you want to say is brutally fucked out of you. His hips slam the air out of your lungs, and you have to scrabble onto your wobbly arms to catch your breath. That is, if he doesn't push your head down into the pillows yet again.

"Hold... hold still," your lover whimpers above you. "Just a little... more-"

Yuan angles himself, and suddenly, his cock is hitting deeper inside you. You swear he's reaching your cervix, and you yelp. He's close. You can sense it even in your lust-fueled haze.

Yuan's thrusts increase in speed and ferocity, sore cockhead ramming repeatedly into your sensitive spot. You squeal and cum hard, legs shaking from the force.

He moans, hips jolting against yours as he spills inside you. It's hot and so filling; if you weren't so cockdrunk, you could've felt it in your belly.

He huffs, pants warm on your ear. You feel him press kisses on your skin before his hands gently wrap around your midriff, lifting you up and turning you on your back. You gaze up at him blearily: ruddy cheeks, heaving chest, hearts in his eyes. He smiles at you gently before collapsing on top of you with a hearty guffaw. You wheeze at the solid weight of him, and jokingly slap at his arm before succumbing to his whims.

You nuzzle into his neck, and you swear that he purrs at your touch. "You seemed like you enjoyed yourself~" you can't help but tease.

He hummed in agreement, turning on his side to grin at you. But it quickly disappears into a childish pout. "We could've been 'enjoying' ourselves much earlier if you just came home with me..." he grumbles.

A sly smile crosses your lips, and in an instant, you pounce on him. When he turns on his back, you jump into his lap and grind on his softened, sensitive cock, moaning at the stimulation on your sore clit. He groans, hands flying to your waist to keep you still.

"Then let's just enjoy ourselves now~" you whisper in his ear, sliding up until the tip of his length catches on to your hole.

And Jing Yuan, the mighty general of the Xianzhou Luofu, does nothing but throw his head back and moan as you send him to another high.

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr smut #hsr x reader

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burnedwriter · 1 year

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What type of lovers they are pt1.

A/n:i will be taking a small break and creating pt 2 so stay tuned!,i will step away from tumblr bc these last 2 days have been rough 2 of my posts have been community labelled,its only the dottore ones which makes me think that there is a hater out there that is reporting me,plz if you dont like my posts just scroll its not that hard

Warnings:smut,gentle s*x(kazuha),petnames(kazuha,kaeya),semipublic(kaeya),cockwarming(kaeya)breeding(childe),rough s*x(childe),breeding king,!afab reader

A,/n:im not responsible for what people read

🍁Kazuha

🍁kazuha is a romantic lover.He would write poems for you when he leaves for his travels,so you wont miss his presence while hes away.

🍁he will bring you small gifts and flowers from the places he has visited back home to you.

🍁if you really want to join him to his travels,though hesitant at first since hes concerned for your safety but he will accept you to join him.He cant say no when you look at him with those puppy eyes plus you wanted your life to become interesting than the boring one you are living right now.

nsfw

🍁hes really gentle with you showering you with kisses as hes exploring every inch of your body.He has memoriesed what you like and hat you dont during your time and knows exactly what to do to make you weak for him.

🍁he uses you as his muse and has wrote many poems about you,he will read them when he is alone so he can never forget your beauty.

🍁hes really gentle with you and will not be rough until you tell him to even then he would ask you if you are alright or need him to stop

🍁outdoors sex is very common for the both of you,you would usually go to picknicks far away from civilazation,and one thing always leads to another and now hes on top of you.

‘‘zuzu’‘you moaned as kazuha rolled his hips in a lazy pace

‘‘you are doing amazing my muse,let me hear your voice’‘kazuha praised you,continuing his slow pace

it was true this place was far away from any city in inazuma,you didnt have to wory about your moans being too loud because now it was only you and him

‘‘please zuzu,can you go faster~’‘you whined getting impatient from his gentle pace

‘‘anything for you my muse’‘

❄Kaeya

❄Due to his work being the calvary captain,hes constantly busy but that doesnt mean he doesnt invite you to his office and keep him company while hes doing his paper work

❄he will set up dates to make up for it though it would usually be at the tavern,both of you will drink and have fun

❄he has opened up about his childhood,talking about the big fight between him and diluc and how it affected him both physicly and mentally over the years.You are the only one that has seen whats under the eyepatch and what his eye looks like from that day

nsfw

❄he loves teasing you all the time,whispering dirty things in your ear before leaving for work,making you wanting more.He loves seeing you desperate for him to touch you.

❄Quickies are very common between the 2 of you,as i said before hes a very busy person due to his work,but he will try to make time so you can both take your time and enjoy it

❄he loves fucking you in his office.The feeling of getting caught turns him on.

‘‘kaeya we are going to get caught’‘you whispered

his hand on your hips keeping you from squarming on his lap as he continued his conversation with jean like you werent sitting on his cock,you tried your best not to loose your mind,wanting to move your hips to get some friction.

‘‘are you ok?’‘Jean asked concerned as she saw your face turn red as a tomato.

‘‘yeah im fine,dont worry about me Jean’‘you replied cearing your throat trying not to look suspicious

‘‘are you sure sweetheart?~’‘he teased you,a small smirk started to appear at the corner of his mouth.

You bit your buttom lip trying to capture any monas that might escape from your lips as kaeya tried to readjust his position,his cock brushing off of your sweetspot.

‘‘wont bother you anymore,please take some rest’‘Jean said to you before getting up from her seat and walked towards the door,leaving the room.

Waiting for her to be far away from kaeya’s office,as you finally got to move,you started moving up and down his cock.Kaeya leaned back and spread his legs, you were able to use them to balance yourself

‘‘ang~,you are an impatient little thing arent you’‘‘he groan as you continued to bounce up and down chasing your orgasm.

‘‘fuck~kaeya~’‘you let out a low moan trying not to attact any attention from the guards

‘‘you are doing amazing sweetheart,let me help you a bit’‘he said holding your hips firmly fastening up your pace.

‘‘im close~’‘

With one last bounce,you felt your walls squeezed his cock practicly milking him as you finally achieved your long awaited climax.

🐋tartaglia/childe

🐋ajax is a loyal lover

🐋he has discussed with you from the start that he wants to start a big family just like his and he would spoil them with his harbinger money 100%

🐋He doesnt want you to get involved with his work,since he doesnt want you to get hurt or even worst...get killed he cares so much about you it would absoloutly break him if something ever happened to you and wont stop blaming himself about not being able to protect you.

🐋Just like kazuha he brings you gift from the places he travels but th difference is that its expensive or exclusive jewelry he would find in nations

nsfw

🐋When it comes to fucking you,hes rough.This man thinks the bedroom is also a battlefield.Prepare to wake up the next morning with bruses and hickeys all over your body.

🐋Speaking of hickeys he will leave them to places that are visible such as your neck and/or collarbone to show who you belong to.He would also leave some hickeys in places only he can see like your inner things and chest.

🐋This man has a breeding kink,you cant tell me he doesnt.He want you to start a family together afterall and he will make sure to fill you up to the brim.

‘‘fuck your cunt is milking my cock’‘he groaned loudly as he fucked you mercilesly

your legs pressed at the either sides of your head as you laid back on his chest,with this position he was able to reach deeper than the previous ones.

‘‘Ah~Ajax~’‘you whimpered throwing your head back on his shoulder

‘‘fuck im close, i w-want you to take to take every ast bit of my cum ~’‘he breathed out not stopping his brutal pace.

‘‘Ah~,YES YES!’‘you screamed,holding onto the bedsheets for dear life as you feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head.Both of you reaching your climax,you could feel his seed insideyou filling you up

‘‘i wont pull out until i know you are full’‘

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mikeysbabygirl · 1 year

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For ur last post mr ran haitani plz 🙏🙏🙏🙏

𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 : ( NSFW headcanons)

I assume you're talking about Tenjiku Ran right ?

Ran gives so much attention to his appearance, it is indeed a fact.

This man is an aesthetic king. With his hair often perfectly styled, authentic clothes that he knows no other one in town would wear, and a charming smile up his sleeve, many see him as a womanizer, a panties collector.

He truly has been, at a certain point of life.

But now, Ran is twenty one, wearing the curse of a hundred girls tears, and he thinks he might have found a good place to stop.

I see him as a man of challenge, and what firstly got him obsessed by you was your unimpressed ways when it comes to him. Either were you only playing the hard to get, or were you really not interested in him, his new neighbor got him thinking very often about her.

I also see him as the type to start a friends with benefits type of relationship. When you finally give in to his attempt into sleeping with you, you don't forget to tell him you have no intention into getting involved in his gang shits, which he really thinks is good since he doesn't do very well with serious relationships.

Or he thinks so.

Because as soon as your "friend" Ran sees you hanging out with some other guy, he starts giving you the silent treatment.

And it is very obvious that he wants to talk to you, from the center of the room at the party, manspreading on the couch with a joint on his mouth, his gaze doesn't leave you. But he would just ignore you whenever you try talking to him, and you think you got the perfect way to break his composure. The nude you snapped from the bathroom mirror got him looking for you as soon as you pressed send.

But Ran is not the type to just fuck you in a stranger's bathroom, he thinks it is unworthy of him, and well, of you too.

He would rather take you home, no matter how hard it is just not to smash his lips against yours. He just appreciates feeling his cock aching for you.

Just like now that he got you spread on his bed, but Ran likes to take his time, kissing every inch of your skin and undoing every damn tie of your lingerie, unbothered by your whining.

- " Ain't ya cute now? So needy for my dick. "

Ran likes the contrast between his big calloused hands and your soft skin, he likes to just rest his hand on your clothed pussy, knowing he would not move an inch and let you ride his hand, desperately chasing some friction.

-" now now what if I said you ain't coming tonight, hm ?" His smirk widens when you try pressing yourself against his hand. " You really got on daddy's nerves, acting all smart 'round that guy. Think i might just let my princess get off on my hand, yeah ?"

Though he perfectly knows he can't, from the moment you sent that picture to now, feeling your wet spot against his hand, his desire never stopped growing.

Yet Ran wants you to understand no one could replace him, Ran wants you to beg for his dick, and he isn't planning on giving up any sooner.

The moment he sinks inside you, after denying you multiple orgasms feels like heaven to him. His head finds your face, placing teasing kisses on your jaw, his hair tickling your neck constantly.

-" So wet for me... Like my perfect bitch, ain't you now, angel ? M'princess, yes you are... my fucking good girl. "

Speaking in terms of nudes, this is a must in Ran's language. But the way he likes them is kinda... Special.

-" Jus' one, for when I'm missing my baby. For me ? Is my princess gon' lemme take a pic ?"

He knows you will. Because he is the devil, chosing the worst state you could be, right after reaching your high where you can't think properly, to take a picture of you.

His phone is full of pictures like that. And he truly thinks you are art.

You are his art, with his cum on your tits because he likes how it covers your nipples, because he finds it just too enticing to get off to your body when it is marked by him.

He likes the most when you are mad at him. No, Ran would not apologize for what he had done to that guy like a mentally stable human being. He would rather take his phone, open the camera and-

Your eyes widen as soon as you open the video you received from him. From the periphery of the camera, you could see his lips parted open, panting slightly, while the center of the screen shows his perfect length, his thumb drawing circles over his pink, leaking tip.

-" Shit, look what you making me do, love... What a shame- ya could've been the one riding this cock. Could've been the one I'm cumming on..."

Everything about this man is a work of art, even his breathless, lustful voice. The heat rushes fastly between your legs, as soon as the video comes to its end, and your thighs insidiously start squeezing against each other-

Another text of him had your eyes widening.

- Already dumb for my cock? Forgetting I'm your neighbor? Can see those thighs rubbing like a slut's. Just say the word, babes, and you'll have my fingers playing with that lil pussy.

Ah yes, Ran Haitani always wins.

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pinkscaped · 1 month

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can we get some info on myrah plz? 🤞🏾

"I never said she wasn't talented. I just said she wasn't good."

Said during an AllTalkMe episode between her and former Allume member Bora, Myrah would openly criticize their former member Sooah, who she had publicly feuded with for years at this point.

"I never said she wasn't talented. I just said she wasn't good." Bora laughs into her microphone at Myrah's deadpanned statement before turning away, covering her mouth. Myrah, with one hand out and wrist limp, chuckles like she doesn't get the joke before looking at the camera, the video zooming in on her.

"What? It's the truth."

"Yawn! Next."

Most of these are from AllTalkMe, but this was a reaction to her and Bora getting an ad for a DeepDive music video which she instantly skipped. Later, Myrah would admit to not even knowing who DeepDive was, saying: "I don't listen to boy groups. I barely listen to Kpop."

"Well, if I owned a company, I would also a slut. Who wouldn't?"

She said this during an Instagram live when someone asked for her thoughts on the Angelico vs. Baebi trial. She'd also go on to say...

"Yeah, totally on her side. I'll be honest, she could've beaten his ass, and I would still be on her side. Sue men if you can."

"Sue men." Would soon become a popular term used on Twitter primarily. She would then go on to make a tank top with the phrase on it, putting it for sale on her merch store where it would sell out in 30 minutes.

"We kiss sometimes."

Immortalized by a fan-taken video during Paris Fashion Week 2018, Myrah was signing autographs for fans waiting for her outside the building. Waiting patiently and holding her Metallic Birkin 25 was her boyfriend of two years, Gong Yoo. When asked by an unknowing reporter if they were together, Myrah would laugh and tell him: "We kiss sometimes." With a shrug.

"Sometimes I wanted to rip your hair out and shake you until you got what I was saying, but you always meant the world to me, you know? That's true love to me. We're in love."

Said during the fifth-anniversary episode of AllTalkMe between Myrah and Bora. The pair reminisced on their time together and their friendship. Bora, who would be quietly crying during this spill, would sniffle and nod before giving Myrah a simple finger heart then bursting into tears. Myrah would burst out in laughter, dabbing her eyes as tears would slip out.

"Just fucking do your job. Your job is to sing and dance. Sing and dance!"

Known to run her generation like the navy, this iconic quote would be shouted during a rather tense practice session that was filmed for the Allume documentary. Myeah would actually yell this at member Sora and surprisingly not Sooah, who she would later go on to snap at for missing a beat.

"Stop asking us about groups we're not in. We don't care."

Myrah would interrupt an interviewer when they would start to ask her about BigBang. In her defense, this was the fourth boy group the interviewer had asked the girls about, and Myrah was over it.

"Why would I have children? I'm too hot and successful to take care of a child. Be serious."

Another iconic quote from an Instagram live stream. Ever since Myrah turned 30, she's been constantly asked if and when she'll become a mother. Though she's been mothering since 2000, Myrah has stated multiple times she has no plans to actually birth a child and will continue to focus on her career until she dies.

"Never date an idol. Idols don't last unless you're me but-"

This piece of advice was given to a viewer of AllTalkMe during their call-in segment, which has since been discontinued. Due to her inflections and quickness, this was one of the first clips of Myrah to go viral. Plus, Bora's reaction of bursting out into laughter, hitting the desk, and falling over in her chair was the cherry on top.

#༘⋆✿ MYRAH #fictional kpop community #idol oc #fictional idol community #idol au #kpop addition #kpop oc #oc kpop group #bts addition #kpop au

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fottitimioamore · 1 year

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Okay, I saw a similar scenario on ao3, and after reading it I was like, "ok but what if it was with this instead". So I wrote it. I'm not super sure on the 2nd and 3rd part, but the 1st and 4th are alright. Personally, why only let him watch??

I'm tempted to write a fic where we get to absolutely destroy Ghost, soo 🤷‍♀️

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♡ Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

♡ Warnings: Smut (minors just don't get me in trouble plz)

♡ Relationship: Romantic

♡ Summary: Three times taskforce 141 nearly caught you and Ghost in the act, and the one time they did.

♧ Reader's callsign is Wish ♧

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Relationships in the military could be difficult. With your partner constantly away from home, it could get lonely being apart for so long. But you couldn't say being with your partner was much easier. Especially when no one knew about your relationship.

You and Ghost had both agreed that keeping the two of you a secret from the rest of 141 was the easiest path to take. You loved the boys, really, but the less who knew about you, the better. Intimate ties were a dangerous thing to have in your line of work. Neither of you were willing to take the risk of targets on your back in order to get to the other.

Though, at the moment, you were hesitant to say that working on the taskforce together was such a great idea. Now, trapped between Ghost and a wall, with someone fiddling with the lock of the closet door beside you.

You had been paired up in rooms on the base, Ghost stuck with Soap and you, Gaz. You were going on three weeks now, barely able to get away long enough to take care of yourself in the shower.

So, when Ghost had pulled you into the closet stocked with cleaning supplies for a quicky, something he rarely did, you didn't complain. Maybe you should have, though; seen through the fog that clouded your mind and been aware of the risk that came with it. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Neither of you had anything you were assigned to.

You had, however, promised Gaz you would help him clean, something that didn't register when you were crowded into this specific room.

So now you were facing the consequences of your actions. Well, you were about to. That old lock barely held, and though it was keeping the door shut now, it wouldn't for much longer. As was Ghost, mask pushed up just past his nose, one hand pulling your hips against his own while his other forearm braced against the wall next to your head. He was panting heavily, beads of sweat running down his jaw and neck. The room was hot and stuffy, with little space for him to maneuver. He had halted for a moment, barely able to restrain himself from bucking into you like he'd been doing earlier.

You weren't fairing much better. Wrapped around his neck and waist, head against the wall as you tried to breathe as quietly as possible. It wasn't possible at all, really. You felt full; him buried to the hilt inside of you so your bodies met. But full wasn't enough. You needed friction. You needed him to move again. Your walls fluttered around him, to which he choked on a groan, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder.

You felt him shift, arm on the wall coming down to grasp your waist. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulled out of your wet heat. You could feel every vein along his length drag against your walls. Ghost quickly silenced you with a hand over your mouth after the stimulation had you gasping. The door handle stopped jiggling for a moment, as did your heart. The person behind it growled, fiddling with what sounded like a key ring.

"Why the bloody hell won't it open?" Gaz huffed, trying another key. You sobered up quickly, pushing on Ghost's shoulders gently. Some random rookie was one thing, but your partner and current roommate was another. Ghost ignored your protest, pulling your attention away by dropping his hand only to loop under your knee and replace it again before pushing his hips back into yours.

His palm muffled what you couldn't of your moan, your own pelvis bucking forward to take more of him. His hand still on your waist pressed it down, allowing you nothing but what he gave you. He pressed in until his tip kissed your limit, making you squirm.

He continued this torturous pace through another key, apparently unbothered by the attempts to enter. His mouth traced marks along your collarbone and up the hollow of your throat. At this point, you would rather be discovered than suffer through this pace any longer. Your prayers were answered, however, when you heard another voice call out from down the hall.

"Gaz, come here and help me with this." Price would never know how he saved you just then.

"You sure? You asked me to clean-"

"Don't worry, I'll make Wish help you out when they show up." Did he know? No, there was no way. There was no one around when you'd snuck off. You had little time to think it over, though. Gaz yanked the key from the lock, and after a moment, you heard his footsteps retreating away from the door.

Once he was far enough, you heard Ghost chuckle, low and deep. His hand over your face slid around to your jaw, pulling his head up from your shoulder to meet your gaze. His eyes burned into yours as he bent down and kissed you with enough passion to make up for the teasing he put you through. Without breaking the kiss, he dropped both hands to your thighs and pushed your legs up against your chest. You really had to thank Price for that interruption. It gave you a few more minutes for Ghost to pound out and into you.

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Perhaps you learned from your little closet escapade. For next time, you were a little more careful. You'd just gotten back from a long night at the bar, celebrating a long, stressful, yet successful mission. Everyone was at least tipsy by the end of the night. At most, someone (*cough*soap*cough*), had gotten so wasted they passed out, woke up, drank some more, and passed out again. Even Ghost let loose and downed a few glasses. You'd tried to lead him around to the alleyway halfway through the night, but the other men kept you guys close.

Luckily, Price and Gaz hauling that someone back to their room gave you and Ghost a window to slip away to yours unseen. Gaz had volunteered to stay with Soap in case he woke up sick (again), giving way to a long and restless night. Though not in a bad way.

If you had the time, you would've stayed asleep beside him until far into the morning, recuperating from your late night activities. But you didn't. Hungover as they were, the rest of the team would be up early as usual. So you two were up even earlier, savoring the last scraps of time you had together.

You were still half asleep, Ghost's calloused hands guiding your hips along his own in slow, languid movements. Your hands rested limply on his stomach, muscles rippling whenever he rolled up into you. His head propped up by a folded pillow, he watched your expression twist in pleasure when you moved just right.

Your hands moved behind you, supporting your upper half on his thighs. He lifted you up off him, angling your hips as you sank back down to drag a drawn-out moan from your throat. Your eyes rolled back into your head as it fell between your shoulders.

"Fuuuck, just like that, love. Keep makin' those pretty sounds for me, yeah?" he drawled. His voice alone made you clench around him, feeling the dull stretch the position provided. The sensation pulled a groan of his own from below you, pushing his hips up into yours. You were enraptured by the feeling of him. His body between your thighs, hands on your waist, cock stuffed in your hole.

So enraptured that you could very well have missed the soft jingle of the doorknob. Did you lose track of time? You swore you were up early enough to stay for a few hours. When the door didn't open, thank god you were coherent enough to lock it last night, there was a knock.

You lifted your head just enough to meet Ghost's eyes, which were half-lidded and fixed on you. His gaze flicked to the door for a moment, though otherwise he didn't look to be anything but slightly irked at the situation. After a second of no response, another knock, this one louder.

"Wish? You up yet?" It was Soap, sounding exceptionally miserable at the moment. People on this base really had a tendency to interrupt things. This time, though, you were at less of a risk of being caught. "Captain says we gotta meeting before we leave. I'd be out before he comes around himself." Ghost let up this time, settling you as far down as you could be. You cast him a half-hearted glare, which the corner of his mouth pulled up at.

"Y-yeah, getting changed now. I'll be right out." You're astonished at how smooth your voice sounded, trying to focus on anything but the burn in your abdomen. Ghost was having fun. You knew when he had to bite his lip to keep from smiling. He enjoyed watching you struggle to remain in control of yourself.

Soap took your excuse, not wanting to be intrusive, and you heard him groan before he continued down the hall. Ghost sat up, grunting at the new position. You cupped his face, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. You lifted yourself off his lap, whining at the emptiness. He hummed in displeasure, but didn't resist when you moved away. You both knew not to fuck around with Price. You threw on enough clothes to be presentable, tossing Ghost his own scattered around the room.

You were still uncomfortably slick, feeling none of the impending orgasm you had before. When you turned back to Ghost, he had his mask on again, along with his other clothes, but his eyes alone shone with hunger. He hadn't been very satisfied himself. You started an apology, but he shushed you, taking your hand and pressing a kiss, as well as a small object into it.

"I'm sorry, doll. I promise I'll make you feel good, alright?" By the time you'd processed what he'd given you, he was already off down the hall.

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The vibrator, which you did not know why Ghost had on him, came in a velvety bag that was still tied shut. It was new. The little shit had something planned. But you trusted him. He wouldn't do anything too risky.

That's why you were sitting in the conference room with that vibrator laying still deep inside you.

You sat on the far end of the table, next to Soap, who had his head down on the table since he sat down. You figured his hangover was hitting the hardest. There were a few others you didn't recognize that took up spots at the other end. Gaz sat across from you, taking notice of your flushed features. You'd not had much time to freshen up before being called down. When he pointed it out, you just shook your head.

"Just warm, haven't been feeling great since last night." Gaz laughed.

"Neither has Soap," he reached over to smack the table next to the fellow Sargeant, who hardly reacted. You fell silent as Ghost joined you at the table, looking slightly more put together than he had earlier. You glanced over at him, locking eyes for just a moment. Intense as ever, they burned into you like a predator's to their prey.

Before you could melt from the heat of his stare, Price walked in with Laswell tagging along behind. He greeted you all with a brief nod, which many returned, before going on with the meeting. It was mostly review, the outcome of the successful mission, and what would come next. The only thing you really heard was that no action would be taken for a few weeks.

About halfway through, the vibrator sparked to life. It startled you, you'd nearly forgotten about it. You flinched, leaning forward on the table with a squeak and catching the attention of the man beside you.

"You alright?" Soap whispered, having straightened up to seem like he was paying attention to Laswell as she spoke. You nodded, almost too quickly. He was hesitant to turn away, but eventually gave up in trying to search your face and shifted to face the screen.

You snuck a glance at Ghost, pressing your thighs together to gain some release from the sensations. He was still looking ahead, resting one arm on the table with the other under it; in his pocket, no doubt. A casual position, earning no one's suspicion but your own. You knew better.

The vibrations ended for the time being, thank god. You worked yourself down from the impending orgasm you'd felt, risking another peak at the culprit. Ghost didn't look like he was paying attention, but you knew he was watching you in his peripheral. As soon as you started to adjust to the feeling again, he lost interest in the captain and ultimately turned the vibrator on again. This time, the intensity increased tenfold.

You bit down on your lip, nearly to the point of breaking the plush skin. The bullet was strong for its size, and you had to press your hands to your legs to ground yourself and resist bucking into air. One elbow braced on the table, covering your mouth with your hand.

You had no idea how no one else couldn't hear the toy at this point. It brutally stimulated every sensitive area, leaving your brain foggy and eyes unfocused. It felt so good, and knowing that Ghost was observing you made the heat in your belly flare. But it wasn't enough. The bullet was so small you could barely feel the toy itself. It couldn't satisfy you as Ghost's cock did. With each passing second, your release crept closer, until you could barely resist moving your hips to gain more friction.

When your orgasm hit, your mind went blank. Your head tipped forward, barely supported by your hand and your spine arched just enough to create some friction on the seat of your chair. But the vibrations didn't stop there. They continued at the same pace, pushing you into overstimulation. You didn't know how much longer you could hold out like this.

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, you nearly jumped out of your skin. So focused on acting like everything was normal, you didn't notice Price leaving Laswell to her part and coming up behind you.

"Why don't you go take a minute? Wrapping this up anyway." He murmured, and you had never been more thankful for him in your entire life. You nodded, slowly, and as he stepped back, you got up and made your way out the door.

The rest of 141 cast questioning looks in your direction, but you paid them no mind. The audacity Ghost had to act so innocent was unbelievable. Once you were in the clear in the empty bathroom, you allowed yourself to double over the sink, mouth gaping in a silent scream. You glimpsed your reflection in the mirror, flushed and disheveled. Hopefully, the team chalked it up to your claimed sickness.

You didn't know what you were more mad about, forcing you through an orgasm in the middle of a meeting, or turning the vibrator off just before you reached your second one. You'd been so close, the coil in your belly wound tight, ready to snap at any moment. But with how intense your first climax was, your hand just wasn't enough. So you were left annoyed and unsatisfied.

You rinsed your face in cool water and wiped away as much slick as you could before leaving. You'd taken the vibrator out, just in case Ghost got any ideas, but he was gone from the room when you passed. So much for trusting him with that privilege.

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The one time they did.

You couldn't have been more relieved when you got back to your base. There wasn't anything to be done except rest and recuperate. So when the sun set, tugging everyone one by one into their rooms, you naturally went straight to where you knew Ghost was working in the locker room. He was the only one there, finishing up with his gear before retiring for the night. When you came in, he had just been ready to leave. Of course, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity you hadn't had for quite a while.

So the next thing you knew, you were kneeling on one of the small tables beside the lockers with Ghost hovering over your bare shoulder. He held you to his chest with an arm around your waist, supporting you both with his other on the table as he thrust forward into you. You pressed your lips together, trying to keep quiet as to not draw any wandering soldiers to you.

Ghost was never really very loud during sex (except for when he let you take the reins and ruin him, but those times were few and far between). The most you got now were low groans and grunts. Still, his gruff voice in your ear pushed you closer to the edge with every sound. He growled whenever you let a particularly loud noise slip.

"Quiet, sweetheart. You don't want anyone hearin' your pretty sounds and come looking, do you?" You whimpered, clenching around him at the thought. He chuckled. "Oh-ho, you like that, huh? You want them to see you like this, to see me fuckin' your tight little cunt." He emphasized his words with harsh thrusts, making you lean heavy on his hand with a gasp. Without his support, you would surely fall forward onto the table. You tugged on the fabric of his sleeve, shaking your head.

"No? Is that so?" He asked in mocking disbelief, shifting his weight and using his right hand to grab your jaw, forcing your wavering gaze up to him. He was still fully clothed, only his eyes, fervid and piercing, bore into yours.

Your clothes, on the other hand, had been torn off in a haste, leaving you completely bare in the empty storage room. Not even Ghost could shield you from anyone who entered, facing towards the only door. "Then I suggest you keep it down."

You could hardly stand the eye contact, your lids falling shut with a whine. He made a sound of disapproval, but didn't ask anything of you. He kept your head in his hand, letting it rest lower, still watching your expression closely. The feeling of his gaze on you made your knees weak, but luckily, it didn't last long.

Or, maybe it wasn't so lucky.

"Hey L.T. do y-" Soap stopped as soon as he realized what he walked in on. You hadn't even heard him coming until he was standing in the doorway, looking on in dismay. Ghost didn't halt his movements, locking eyes with the Sargeant. He pulled your head up from where you were looking as far away as possible, compelling you to look directly at your fellow teammate.

Said teammate was frozen in place, hesitant to move from Ghost's imposing glare. You saw his attention flick down to you, and you tugged on Ghost again, trying to tear your face away. Of course, he refused to allow you that mercy.

"Now, look what you've done. If you didn't want Johnny to see you here, you would've stayed quiet." You shook your head again. His level voice shot straight to your core, unable to resist as he dropped his hand to your chest, lowering your top to the table with care that rivaled the way he pounded into you.

You were grateful that you no longer had to look at Soap, but the new position didn't make things much better. It allowed Ghost to rub against new areas inside of you, making you squeak against the cool surface below you.

Ghost held you down at the base of your skull, hardly slowing his pace as he stared your teammate down again. Soap finally had the decency to act embarrassed, turning his head away and stuttering out an excuse. He gave up quickly, opting to just shut the door and leave you two to your sexcapades.

Ghost huffed out a laugh, and you knew he was smiling under his mask when he leaned over you, free hand sliding up and down your back before settling on your hip.

Soap better had better keep his mouth shut, else you get the lecture of a lifetime from Price.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader

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glyhpsrfvckincol · 11 months

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Hi I love your writing can you do hunter or edric x plus size female reader fluff and some jealousy plz

Me, the Rizzler || Edric Blight & Hunter Noceda

Synopsis - Edric Blight and Hunter Noceda with a plus-size! Girlfriend.

Warnings - Me being in love. Me being cringe. Me. Mentions of Odalia🤮🤢.

A/n - I’m going insane 💀

Requests are opened; headcanons only

Edric Blight

↳ Him: Shawty in love 😍

↳ Actual tho, thinks you’re a goddess.

↳ Edric thinks all girls are goddess tho so 😒

↳ Except his mom. No one thinks she’s even a decent witch.

↳ Odalia is kinda the Umbridge of The Owl House 😭

↳ I’m getting so off track, it’s not even funny.

↳ Edric lives for the cuddles. Whether his head resides in your lap, stomach, chest or neck, he ain’t goin’ anywhere.

↳ He don’t need to, he got everything he could want. His sisters, his dad and his babgurl.

↳ *Insert fuckboy lipbite 🫦*

↳ Someone stop me.

↳ PROUDLY shows you off.

↳ Whether to his friends, his school mates or his sisters, they’ll know you two are a package deal.

↳ Wanna know how Edric asked you out?

↳ He sent you a poem by accident. Call him Edrizz Blight cause bro is smooth.

↳ At least compared to his dad.

↳ And only online.

↳ I’ll throw shade on all the blight males. No one shall stop me.

↳ Edric doesn’t feel jealous of anyone. He knows you love him, and he feels safe in your guys relationship.

↳ But Emira flirting with you makes him feel small.

↳ The two are pretty much identical, safe for the hair length and which side their moles are on.

↳ She constantly makes fun of him, plus he’s given next to nothing attention from his parents. {Middle child syndrome}

↳ You’re one of the very few people Edric has in his life and he trusts you enough to just lead him astray.

↳ As his mother would call it. 😒

↳ Though Emira only flirts with you when he’s been annoying to her standards.

↳ He’ll become clingy when she does this, Edric’s way to tell her and others that your occupied with him. 😤

↳ She knows how important you are to him, so over time, her flirting slowly stims down, but she’ll still pick on him occasionally.

↳ Can I have both you and Emira?

↳ Edric would take your clothes. He’ll shamelessly where them around you, his family, school mates. EVERYWHERE.

↳ I personally don’t see Edric having ANY girl sit on his lap, I just can’t really imagine it??

↳ But if you wanna sit him in your lap… 🫣

Hunter Noceda

↳ Every time he sees you:

↳ He’s just, so IN love with you bro.

↳ I would be too though so.

↳ HES NOT SPECIAL 👹

↳ Me and Hunter: 🤾‍♂️🤺

↳ Fr.

↳ Bro I’m so fucking cringe 💀 I’m sorry if this is just straight up annoying.

↳ ANYWAY-

↳ Loves to hug you. He will fall asleep on you. This is canon. Zeno and I said so. 😌

↳ Hunter will sit in your lap. Just gotta put him in it.

↳ Wanna sit in his lap? DO IT. He can handle it, but he will be flustered.

↳ I think I’m going insane 🤡

↳ Would wear your clothes.

↳ But only if you insist cause whether he’s in his golden era or wet cat era, he ain’t askin’. Bitch too shy.

↳ Hunter is in love with you and I’m gay for you.😍

↳ Accept my proposal bbg.

💍

#the owl house #toh #hunter noceda x reader #hunter noceda #hunter wittebane #hunter wittebane x reader #the owl house x reader #toh hunter #toh hunter x reader #edric blight #edric toh #edric blight toh #edric blight x reader #edric blight toh x reader #my sanity went out the window lmao #I’m also just super gay for most women so-

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definitelyunhingedagentphoenix · 3 months

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i need more of juniper and phoenix grabs you by your shirt pleasepleaseplease

You know what's funny? I'm literally sitting at my computer writing a Juniper and Phoenix soulmate au. I seem to be hyper focused on that rn lol. So that will hopefully be soon (before I leave on a trip on Friday I hope)

But here's some headcanons to hold you over!

To an outsider they look like they're constantly fighting and people often think they're going to break up. They almost hope they do. But in reality it's just the way they talk. They're both drama queens who can't stop sounding like they're bitching even if they're not. That's just how they speak.

Juniper absolutely loves when Phoenix is home. Like when Phoenix is away on a mission for days or even weeks, he slowly loses his mind. He always had Gibson around to talk to when he was alone before but now he's truly alone when Phoenix isn't home. He is so desperate for any contact from them. Eventually Phoenix found out how much of a sad whiney puppy dog he was (picture that Spongebob quote. AP: what do you normally do when I'm at work? Juniper: wait for you to get back) that they start sending home postcards from all the places they visited on their mission.

Phoenix also had made friends with one of their neighbors years prior and so they go to their apartment one day and gives a basic rundown "hey so I know the entire world hates John Juniper rn but he's actually still alive and also my boyfriend who really needs a friend while I'm away so can you plz be friends with him and not... You know... Rat him out to local authorities? I love him and to be fair, he tried to kill me directly so I have more of a reason to hate him than you and I forgave him." The neighbor was surprisingly chill and good natured about it but only because they value Phoenix's opinion a lot. Especially after the fact that they had saved the world on live television. So John had a new friend to keep him distracted.

The neighbor taught him how to crochet and so he spends most of his free time doing that. Which actually gave him a foot in the door when meeting Phoenix's parents. (Not their biological parents. That would have to be another day. But rather, Reginald and Roxana.) They hated him at first because of... Well... Obvious reasons. It was a very awkward dinner that night. But Reginald noticed a half finished crochet project on the side table and commented on how much he enjoyed knitting so the night became Phoenix and Roxana trying desperately to get the two men to stop talking. They failed.

#i expect you to die #agent phoenix #ieytd #ieytd 3 #reginald crane #dr. prism #john juniper #john juniper x agent phoenix #ieytd2

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snapcracklewhump · 5 months

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Whumpee Archetypes - Guy in the Chair

What is everyone’s favorite character archetype to whump? I’ll go first.

I love whumping “guy in the chair” type characters. The kind of character who is always helping the team from afar, usually on the other end of a radio. They exist in this weird space of being apart from the rest of the team, but also being vital to its operation. They are the odd man out. They know the plan inside and out, but they never set foot in the field. As a consequence of this, they are highly breakable.

Lets begin with whumpee’s lowered pain tolerance. They’re not like their insane team members who are always getting into fights, being shot at, being kidnapped and tortured… They’re just some guy. So an injury that might only slow down one of the team members may completely drop whumpee. When whumpee is caught in a fight or injured, it takes everyone else a few seconds to fully realize the gravity of the situation.

Then you have the fact that whumpee is so removed from the action itself. If things start to go really wrong, if the plan totally falls apart, whumpee can try offering directions or using computer tricks, but there’s really nothing they can do to stop their friends from dropping one by one.

And once the villain finds out that whumpee is such a vital part of the team’s operation, they become a huge, poorly protected target. There’s no way they can put up any meaningful resistance to any kind of attempt on their life, and they are laughably easy to abduct. And now that villain has them, they can do whatever they want. Nothing more exciting than fresh meat.

Whumpee does their job from behind a computer screen, so they can do their job even if they’re not in top condition. Maybe they’re buried inside a blanket burrito, shivering from fever as they hack through doors for their teammates. Maybe their voice is so hoarse they can hardly be heard over the radio. Maybe they’re struggling to type with a bulky cast on their hand.

And if someone needs to defect to the other side, well, who’s more likely than the one whose work is invisible to the public, who’s constantly working day and night to make sure the few vital hours of a mission go smoothly, and who never feels like they’re part of the group no matter how hard they try?

Anyway, that's my pitch. I could go on all day. Plz tell me about your favorite whumpee archetypes I love learning what other people like.

#whump #whump tropes #whump community #genius whumpee

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robinbuckleysgfreall · 2 years

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hungry/passionate kisses 4 mike ( my love ) plz

Hungry/passionate kisses with Mike wheeler

As requested :))

I’m gonna go this as head-cannons cos I’m feeling a little bit lazy but hope you like!

Warnings: probably some nsfw, fem!reader and maybe minor swearing? That’s all. Xx

Mikes always passionate in most things he does so if you think that he stops at kissing? Boi are you wrong

We all know mikes not very good at communicating his emotions so he does it through kissing, each kiss means something it’s just up to you to figure it out.

But we aren’t here to talk about any old kissing we are talking about passionate/ hungry kisses so Lesgo

Hungry kisses with Mike

Mikes favourite way to kiss you is hard and harsh. That boy will drag you away from your friends at lunch just to push you up against an empty class room wall and kiss the life out of you..

“Mike where are we-“ your words were cut off suddenly as you felt him push you against the wall his mouth now attacking yours hungrily. You kisses him back raking your fingers through his jet black hair pulling him closer to you. The two of you continued your hungry display for a few minutes before you pulled away for air. “Mike you can’t just drag me away from my friends cos your horny” you moaned partly out of annoyance partly because his mouth was now kissing down your neck, sucking harshly before running his tongue over the marks to soothe them. “You can talk to them next period” he responded absent minded his mouth now back on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth and groaning as he felt you suck on it. “Fuck baby, jump” he ordered and you complied wrapping your legs around waist. “I guess my friends can wait” you though to yourself.

Passionate kisses with Mike

Ngl i was struggling a bit with this one because i feel like every kiss with Mike would be passionate, he’s just more passionate with his tongue then with his words.

One thing that makes him kiss you passionately is if you haven’t seen each other for a while, he’s constantly worrying about you and how your doing so finally seeing you after a little while of being apart probably makes him quite passionate.

You sat there outside on his front door step waiting for him to finally return. Mike had been away for a week visiting his best friend Will in California and you missed him more than anything. Of course you loved that he was seeing his friend but that didn’t stop you from missing him any less. Taking a sip of the lemonade Mrs Wheeler had offered you around half an hour ago, you sighed deeply. Suddenly in the distance you saw a pizza van getting closer to the house and was startled. Surely Mrs wheeler wouldn’t Order surfer boys pizza?? Is that even a thing in Hawkins? You wondered to yourself. As the Van parked outside the house you stood up to get a closer look and the door flew open. Rushing out of the van his curly black hair flying behind him crazily, your gangly boyfriend raced towards you engulfing you in a tight hug. Returning the hug you lifted your head from his chest to ask “Mike why the hell are you in a pizza van?” But before you could answer his lips were already on yours. He kissed you passionately as if he hadn’t in weeks (well one week to be exact) his hands wrapping tightly around your waist to pull you closer to him. You returned the kiss jus as vigorously pouring all your love for him into it as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck to pull his head closer to yours. The two of you stayed like that for a good few minutes, wrapped in your embrace before a cough behind you made you turn around and acknowledge the others. “Yo is Nancy home?” Jonathan asked and you laughed into Mikes shoulder. Finally he was home.

#mike wheeler headcanons #Mike wheeler x reader #thanks for the request!!!#Mike wheeler kissing head canons #Mike wheeler x reader fluff #fluff #stranger things fluff #stranger things x reader #aged up Mike wheeler

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milfmisspiggy · 7 months

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to save the enterprise from very lethal boredom (< real), bones kidnaps sulu's pet rat mickey (< long story) and lets everyone think he's just "escaped" and "is bound to turn up at some point, stop pouting sulu" until someone informs him of what's happened (< he can't reveal he already knows the rat is lost. because he stole it) and then he gets "angryconcerned" (< normal bones) and proclaims the rat is going to spread the BUBONIC PLAGUE on the ship (< not lying. this is the disease he picks) and gets everyone involved in constantly searching the entire ship up and down and sideways and backwards and forwards and probably even other directions looking for the devious harbringer of the black death. when kirk is like can you,,,, make a vaccine???? bones is like No. I Told You We Need Supplies. Also It's Not In The Computer Since Who Even Gets The Plague Anymore. and then someone gets the bright idea to CHLORINE GAS THE WHOLE SHIP because SURELY that will kill the rat no one can find. we can all just wear,,,, masks or smth???? and they do that and it works, probably. uhura writes a song for the rat and sings it over the ship's intercom

except two weeks later, mickey is back seemingly from the dead, running through the halls, and everyone is back on the chase with a whole other level of engagement and desperation until 6 guys finally stun the poor thing at once and they. dispose of him (< rip mickey <3)

and then spock is like so. wtf. did you just do what i decuded you have done (< paraphrased. he does not speak like that) and bones is like we didn't die from the space boredom that makes you kill people so . also during the chlorine gas i put mickey in an oxygen tent . i dont think i could do this a second time, can we plz take adequate breaks and shore leaves now JIM--

i only wish this was an episode of television instead of a novel (mission to horatius) because the gifs would be so beloved by me

#the other bits of the novel have. problems LMAO but the mickey plot was very good #star trek #leonard mccoy #st tos #hikaru sulu #spock #jim kirk #mission to horatius #cj.txt

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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mae I swear we're so desperate for non-violent yandere content that we ate it all so plz let's talk more about alwyn

Yay! I'm not too fond of violent yandere stuff (at least directed at the darling) either. I can handle some stuff but heavy (constant) violence directed at the darling is just not for me (others may like it and that's fine!). I'm so happy you guys liked him!

I have like 6 out of my 12 drafts dedicated to Alwyn now. I do want to dive more into his yandere side (I find myself only really skimming the surface of it all with my OCs, but I think that's just a confidence thing, as I write more it should get better). I want to really show the lengths he will go and also how obsessive and delusional he can be.

I also plan to have the reader just not flinch at all to that side (maybe the violent side), like she might walk into the back room he told her never to go into for some reason and just sees him in front of the college of things relating to her. A statue of her in marble he forced a poor artist to make. It's decorated in expensive necklaces and bracelets (he gives you the priceless stuff), he's laid down flowers (they look a lot like the ones you had in your hair when he first saw you) around the feet of the statue, there are neat piles of dresses that you thought you gave away cause they either ripped, you just didn't like them or ones you thought you lost. They all have questionable stains on them (particularly around the bust area). And he here is just looking at you in fear cause he's thinking you gonna freak out and try and leave (he would never let you) instead you just ask him if he's seen a ring of yours and he silently takes it from the altar in front of him and gives it to you. You give a cheer of thanks and just leave.

Hey! Have you se- stop screaming it's just me. Have you seen my ruby ring?

You know that quote that always goes around for incorrect quote things were it's like:

I know you love them

Why would you say that?

I saw you drawing up your wedding invitations

Those are plans for our joint tombstone

That is him! He is so obsessed he just is constantly thinking of you. You know how he said he couldn't rob people at the party when he was thinking of you? I mean it literally, like he's just following you around with his eyes from his hiding spot in the bushes and he has literal heart eyes, and his men are like ok so do we attack now? and he just gives a sigh and puts his head in his palm and just has this dopey smile on his face. He then shoots up and is like an ok new plan! Steal her, and point directly at you as you just stand completely oblivious to it all. and his men are like ah yes for ransom. and he's like ahhhh yes for ransom, it has nothing to do with the fact I think she is pretty and I overheard her talking and she sounds really smart and she also told a really funny joke about dogs, It has nothing to do with that at all. and just as he's about to put operation steal the pretty girl into action, you're running off into your room in tears. He gets so sad too until he comes up with a better plan to kidnap you during the week. They all fail and he's just in the pub crying into his arms on the table but if anyone asks he's not and he's just planning a heist and needs to cover his face with his arms as a way to think. And then the shouty man who does noble decrees is in the pub telling everyone that if they've got the money they can marry you. His head is shooting up and he's like yes! Now I can put my real talents to good use, killing and robbing!

I also like to think he would be really sad he wasn't allowed to see you before the wedding. In the reader's mind, she's protecting herself against a cruel rebuttal if her future husband decides she's not desirable enough, in his mind he's going feral because he just wants to see your face and make you laugh. He sneaks around and finds you though. Whether that be through your window as you're getting ready for bed and he's just hanging onto your balcony for one look at you. Or (and he will never admit this to you) but he's hiding under your bed as you get changed, and he bites his knuckles to stop himself from combusting in joy at the sight of your naked thighs and heavy breasts. And then there are the nights here's listening to you touch yourself, he's either under your bed again or hiding in your closet and he's just listening to your bed slightly creak and your whines and moans and heavy sighs and even the sound of your fingers gliding inside your heat. It's almost enough for him to pass out. Instead, he releases some pressure using his hand wishing it was your cunt he was rutting against instead of his rough palm. Also, he dreams of shoving his head in between your thighs and feasting on your sweet taste. All in all he just wishes he could talk to you so he can charm his way under your skirts.

I think it all got to his head as well. Like in your mind you are worried you are not good enough, but he's feeling the same thing. I mean you are the daughter of a noble. He's just the bastard son of some lowly knight (not the prince like everyone says) and his mum tried everything to raise him well and he still becomes a criminal! He's a murderer and crook and yet he's marrying you. So he feels like he has to show off. But he is a stupid man and he thinks that includes threatening a priest and making vulgar comments about you to his men (look how strong he is! listen to how much he thinks you're hot!). he felt really bad when you sobbed when he said the stuff about making you suck his cock, and he also felt really really bad at the way you cried getting called a heifer. He meant it as a really good complaint! Heifers and cows are pretty and cute like you.

Ok, I have to go get food with my mum (I'm starving) but hope this is good!

lots of love mae xx

#yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #oc #yandere prompts #mae answers #oc outlaw #alwyn #oc alwyn #also if it seems ive been online alot today its because i was finishing an assignment and ive been checking into tumblr when i get bored #promise i have a life and friends #also i finished the assignment!#chubby!reader #female reader #mae speaks #insecure!reader #midsize

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