#there is a lot to appreciate here but can i just draw your attention please to one important detail:

[tinfairies]

NSFW Alphabet: Koby Edition

AFAB!Reader, I write Koby as trans.

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

It truly depends on where you had sex. If it's alone in your room, or some hotel. He'll be clingy, cuddly, and lovey dovey.

Holds your hand and peppers kisses on your face and thanks you for spending the night with him.

"Thank you for letting me love you."

Will get up and get you water, or draw you a bath if you want.

He's always ready to take care of you, even if he was the one that just got wrecked in bed.

Koby always gets flustered when you're the one taking care of him after sex. You'll have insist on pampering him, he'll eventually let you.

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

Koby loves every inch of you. He'll never settle on just one part, but you'll notice he pays extra attention to your tits and thighs.

He'd happily smother in both if you'd let him.

Koby has a lot of body image issues, and he didn't have a favorite part of his body. You came along and changed that though, and now he has an appreciation for his eyes and his hands.

Melts when you stare into his eyes and hold his hands as you ride him, and loves when you beg for his slender fingers to be up inside your pussy.

He also learns to really love his chest, his surgery is obvious due his jagged and poorly healed scars. But with how much love you've showed him, he doesn't feel sick when he looks in the mirror anymore.

Koby learns to tolerate his cunt too, realizing that it doesn't emasculate him and he's allowed to feel pleasure from it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Koby loves when you cum in his mouth, he'll happily drink it down and go back for more.

"Mm- so good. Baby, I want more, please give me one more."

Likes to make you squirt, just something about him being able to make you lose control like that gets his heart rate up.

His own cum and wetness was foreign to him before meeting you. But now he loves to taste his own cum on your lips.

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

Has fingered himself wearing your panties. He is so embarrassed by it, and he'd never admit it.

Koby came so hard from it though, his whole body trembled when he gushed all over his fingers and soaked your panties.

He licked them clean before putting them back in the laundry hamper

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Koby was a complete virgin before he met you. Like extra virgin olive oil.

He never masturbated, or touched himself sexually at all.

It's not that he didn't want to, he just didn't know how, and his dysphoria really inhibited him from trying.

He's so eager to learn and please you though.

He does his own "studying" to surprise you in bed, it's not like he needs it however. He's super attentive and is a natural when it comes to finding your sweet spots.

"Is this okay? Does it feel good? Can I touch you here?"

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you're on top, riding his strap, humping his thigh, rubbing your pussy on his. Koby looks up at you like hung the stars.

He does love putting you in a mating press and pounding your cervix, he gets lost in this fantasy that he'd actually be able to breed you.

"Oh fuck! Fuck, I wanna breed you so bad. Fill you with my jizz and watch you swell with my babies." he'd babble as he rails you with his strap.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's definitely more serious in the moment, but will giggle with you if you're more goofy.

Koby is definitely ticklish and has laughed when you ghosted your fingers over his ribs. It turned into a game of who could make the other laugh more, and sex was completely forgotten about.

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

The carpet does match the drapes for sure.

He doesn't shave anything, doesn't see the point in it and also has this idea that "men don't groom"

As Koby continues with his testosterone shots, his hair gets thicker. He gets a faint happy trail on his navel, and stubble on his cheeks.

His body hair is so light that you can feel it more than see it, and even with the testosterone he doesn't produce that much more hair.

He likes being clean shaven on his face, and asked you to teach him how to shave.

It was an oddly romantic and intimate moment, covering his face with shaving cream and gently running the razor along his jaw. As always, he looked at you like you were the only thing that existed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Koby's very romantic, and he loves the workup before sex.

A nice date, intimate foreplay, and loads of aftercare. When he's with you, his full attention is on you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Never masturbated before you came along.

He'd much prefer to have you in his bed when he's feeling horny, but sometimes he can't get what he wants.

The first time he masturbated, he tried doing what you did to him. Moving his fingers like yours, rubbing his cocklet, fingering his pussy, even shoving a finger in his ass.

He was so frustrated that he couldn't cum by doing all of that. He had to learn how to make himself cum his own way.

Koby would ask you to teach him how to touch himself. You lay him out on his back, and instruct him on how to play with his pretty pussy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

In no particular order.

Giving: soft dom, rope play, overstimulation, edging, nipple sucking, hickeys, scissoring, breeding

Receiving: femdom, spanking, face sitting, squirting, hickeys, bondage, overstimulation, edging, spit play, anal

He wants to be used by you, he is the ultimate people pleaser and will do whatever you want him to if it makes you happy.

Even when he's domming, he'll prioritize your pleasure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to have sex in your room, a hotel, or anywhere that's absolutely private.

Koby is so scared of being caught. But he can't deny the rush he feels when you fuck him somewhere that anyone can just walk into.

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

Just getting attention from you.

But seriously, he loves when you talk dirty to him it makes him fluster and blush.

Especially if you're wearing a shirt that shows off your cleavage. Koby can't take his eyes away and wants his hands on you immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't hurt you. Don't ask him to hit or slap you. Spanking you is on thin ice already. So blood play is definitely off the table.

He isn't a fan of period sex, giving or receiving. Especially receiving. He hates the fact that he bleeds and has a uterus so the idea of bringing that into a place where he feels the most masculine makes him sick to his stomach.

He'll finger you or dick you down on your period, but he won't go down on you. Please don't ask.

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

That boys favorite flavor on the planet is pussy, especially yours.

Koby is inexperienced at first, and nervous. Learns quickly and gets very enthusiastic when he gets to shove his face in your cunt.

He's a little pervert and loves the smell of your pussy, jumps the gun a lot and starts licking at you over your panties before you can even get them off.

It took him a while before he was comfortable with you touching his pussy, let alone allow you to come eye level with it.

Once you make him cum on your tongue, he's addicted though. Will hold your head down and shove your face into him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends. He loves soft and slow sex, rolling his hips into yours and just feeling your bodies rub together.

But sometimes he's a desperate little whore and humps you like a bitch in heat. Begging to cum as he drags his pussy over yours.

When he doms, he'll go at a hard but slow pace. Teasing you as he rams your cervix, then pulls out painfully slow, only to slam back in.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Once again, it depends on his mood.

He prefers to take his time with you, so he doesn't initiate them often and really only ever asks for them if he's pent up but short on time.

Koby doesn't mind them though, just so long as you cum, then he's happy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Koby doesn't mind taking risks and experimenting. He's entirely new to sex so he really wants to find out what he likes and what he doesn't.

He is afraid of anything that could get you both caught, or seriously hurt either of you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

At first, he's exhausted after one round. But as he trains with the marines his stamina increases and soon it's you that's begging to stop and nearly passing out in his arms.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Again, he was such a virgin before you. He knew about toys, but never owned any.

You introduce him to strap ons and of course he's addicted.

Koby also loves your vibrator. He'll often steal it out of your drawer just to get off, and might even get himself caught just so you can torture him with it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's such an unintentional tease.

The way he licks his lips, or looks up at you. When he stretches and some of his tummy peaks out from his shirt.

When he's intentionally teasing it's even worse. Lingering touches, suggestive words, and when you call him out on it he just looks so innocent and tells you that you're imagining things.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries to muffle his moans, and hide at first. As you get him used to sex, then he starts getting so whiney and loud

When Koby's fucking into your cunt with his strap, he makes the hottest groaning sounds

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would have a threesome with you and Helmeppo if the two of you are willing.

Just a wild fantasy of his.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His body is slender, but he starts to gain lean muscle as he trains. He's got strong arms and powerful thighs.

His pussy is so perfect. The outer part is always so puffy, and the inner labia has a lot to play with. He's pale and perfectly flushed pink.

His clit starts out as a little nub, then he starts testosterone, and it grows quickly. Within a year his clit become a little cocklet, nearly 3 inches and he loves it.

It visibly twitches and throbs when he's horny, and his pussy gets so wet so easy. It practically drools without even being touched.

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

He got used to repressing his sexual desires before meeting you.

After starting testosterone, he gets so horny over nothing. He'll gladly fuck you every night if you let him.

Koby can easily suppress his desires most of the time though, and just trains harder or jerks off quickly if he can't have you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

In the beginning he'd be out like a light after a few minutes

Now that his stamina is better he can get up and go about his day, even after you give him an earth shattering orgasm.

Of course he'll stay up if you ask.

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[lipglossanon]

December Winds

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Priest!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

dedicated to you 💀 anon! 💜 I hope you like it!

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, religious connotations, Leon POV, dirty talk, nipple teasing, oral (m & f receiving), rimming (m receiving 🫣), unprotected sex, creampie, kissing, biting, slight blood

kinda beta read by my friend Rex 💜 (only like 80% so any mistakes are my own 😅 )

title from December Winds by Nox Arcana

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After Spain, Leon quits. As he tells the president, “I’ve seen enough.” And he meant it. He packs up everything, quietly bids goodbye to the few coworkers he respects and leaves out from Washington DC, praying he’ll never see the place again. 

He searches for a job that’s a little less stressful and a lot more reclusive. He stumbles across an online ad looking for a live-in priest for a small rundown chapel buried in the middle of the Appalachian mountains. A quick search on google maps yields the exact results he’s hoping for—there’s nothing around for miles and miles. 

It’s a cinch to get ordained online and even easier to order the cassock and Roman collar. He already has plenty of black shirts, pants, and even shoes, meaning it’s no sweat at all for him to look the part by the end of the week. 

When he arrives at the small church, there’s a handful of elderly people gathered to give him a short walk through the place. They leave him with plenty of homemade food as well as their phone numbers for the cracked rotary phone in the office in case he needs any help.

The months roll by and slowly bleeds into a couple of years. He always sees the same handful of people at service, sometimes joined by visiting family members, but always a small congregation which is what he prefers. This year hasn’t been any different, that is until a knock rings out in the empty vestibule drawing him up short as he lays out pamphlets for next week's Christmas service. 

Pulling open the heavy oak doors, he’s surprised to see a new face. You stand there shivering in the cold, jacketed arms clutching your middle. 

“H-hi,” you give him a bright smile despite your chattering teeth, “m-my car’s s-s-stuck in the s-snow and—“

Before you can finish, Leon’s opening the door wider, feeling chill bumps race across his arms as the cold winter air gusts past you and into the church. 

“Please, come in,” he steps back so you’ll follow. 

Once inside, he shuts and bolts the door closed. 

“I’m s-so glad someone’s here,” you laugh.

Leon watches you, expression stoic even though internally he’s cataloging every single thing about you with heavy interest. 

He sees your smile tremble a little, your own gaze roving his face. 

“I’m s-sorry to bother you,” you rub your hands together for warmth, “if I c-could just make a call, I’ll b-be out of your hair in n-no time.”

You pull your cellphone out with a frown, “I h-haven’t had service in miles.”

Leon glances down at your hands before looking back up into your face, nervousness radiating from your body language. 

He turns, talking loud enough for you to hear as you follow behind him, “Phone’s in the office. If you can’t reach anyone, I have a number to a local mechanic who can help tow you out.”

“Thank you so much,” your voice sounds relieved, “I hate bothering you, but I really appreciate the help.”

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for.”

He glances back over his shoulder and sees your gaze wandering around the church, taking in the clean if rough hewn pews and stained glass windows. Your eyes cut to his quickly as if you sensed him watching, giving him a shy smile. 

“You have a beautiful church, Mister?”

“Father Kennedy,” he answers, voice a little rougher than intended as you bite your lip in embarrassment.

“Sorry, not really up on my religion,” you laugh a little bashfully, “it’s nice to meet you, Father Kennedy.”

“Likewise,” Leon turns his attention to opening the office door, gesturing for you to enter first. 

His eyes slide down your body, taking in your curves, and shaking away the urge to sink his teeth into your soft neck. You walk over to the old rotary phone, something Leon never updated as it still works just fine. 

“Oh wow, my grandma had one of these!” you grin at him, “it’s so cute that you kept it for your office.”

That dark urge to bite you flares up in his chest again but he shoves it down. He nods at you instead of saying anything and you turn back to the phone. 

Picking up the handset, you frown and click on the dial a few times before setting it back down on the cradle. 

“Seems like your phone’s out,” you bite your lip again, looking agitated. 

Leon shrugs, “Tends to happen this time of year. No telling when it’ll start working again.”

You nod along and blow out a breath, “Okay, we’ll I’ll head back to the car and see if I can—“

“Stay the night.”

That pulls you up short and he wants to laugh at the wide eyed look you give him. 

“Stay here and we can try the phone again. If it doesn’t work, I can walk you to the nearest neighbor and try their phone.”

A soft smile crosses your face and Leon’s hit with an avalanche of impure want purring in his chest. 

“Are you sure it’s no trouble? I mean I’d really appreciate it, but I don’t wanna put you out.”

“No trouble, besides I’m here to help those in need,” a crooked grin slips out, “and you seem to fit that description.”

Another shy bite of your lip has him shifting his feet, willing himself not to do anything to you. 

“Okay then,” you give him the brightest smile yet, “thank you, Father Kennedy. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

A sudden flash of you thanking him on your knees floods his thoughts and he turns away from you, adjusting his half hard cock through his slacks, never more grateful to wear all black than now. 

“Follow me please,” he calls out to you, listening as you quickly walk to catch up. 

He also listens as you introduce yourself and explain as to why you’re out here in the first place, basically boiling it down to visiting some family for the holidays. Nodding along, he guides you into his living quarters which just happens to be a bedroom big enough to house a bed and a desk with a few bookshelves. 

“It’s so cozy,” you gush, running your hand along some of the handmade quilts and crocheted throws the church parishioners have given him over the years. 

“It’s home,” he states simply, moving to the fireplace and stoking the embers into a flame. 

“I’m kinda impressed,” you say as you hang up your jacket near the door, “it’s really rare to see someone so young as a priest in these kinds of communities.”

When he only gives you a deadpan expression, you begin to flounder. 

“Oh I mean, I grew up near here and so I’m just used to like older— you know what, I just feel like I’m digging a hole for myself,” you drag your palms across your eyes, “it’s just different is all. And either way I'm happy to have met you.”

Leon finally lets his lips quirk up into a half smile, amused at your reactions. 

“I understand, it’s just funny to see you try to explain it,” he moves away from the fireplace and grabs a change of clothes, ignoring how your cute pout is making him feel. 

“There’s a bathroom just through that door,” he points to his right, your left, “I’m sure you don’t want to sleep in jeans. There’s also some spare toothbrushes in the medicine cabinet.”

He watches as you get flustered when taking the simple sweats and cotton t-shirt. 

“Oh yeah, thanks,” you duck your head trying to hide your face and disappear behind the bathroom door to change. 

Leon lets out a long breath, trying to ease the tension building up in his chest. The wanting seems to only be getting worse the more time he’s spending with you. It’s like he’s a teenager seeing a skin magazine for the first time. 

Has he really been out here that long without seeing a pretty little thing like you? He’s in the midst of his thoughts while removing his collar and unbuttoning his cassock when he hears a soft squeak. 

He turns to see your eyes shut tight, hands clenching your bundled up clothes to your chest.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to!”

Leon frowns before looking down to see his bare chest offset by his rosary. Heat washes through him to see you peek again and bite down on your lip hard as you turn away. 

“I honestly was on autopilot,” he murmurs, voice rough making him clear his throat, “apologies, I’ll go change in the bathroom while you get settled.”

You gasp as he brushes past you to enter the bathroom. Grabbing onto the sink, Leon stares at his own blown pupils in the mirror. 

Get it together. It’s just a woman. A sweet woman. A pretty woman who probably has an equally pretty little cunt—

Shaking his head to clear it, he finishes dressing for bed. As he brushes his teeth, his eyes wander and notice the toothbrush you used sitting off to the side. A sudden flash of possessiveness surprises him leading him to quickly finish up and make his way back into the bedroom. 

You startle, standing up from sitting at the edge of the bed. 

Hands wringing together, you smile nervously, “Uh I-I wasn’t sure where to sleep? Like I can take the floor—“

He’s shaking his head already interrupting you, “We’ll share the bed. It gets extremely cold at night and it wouldn’t be safe to sleep on the floor.”

You frown over at the bed and look back at him apprehensively, “I can just use the quilts to make a pallet in front of the fire.”

“Please,” he gestures to the bed, “there’s no central heating and it gets deathly cold some nights. Even with the fire, I’d be afraid you would get frostbite.”

“I’ll sleep against the wall,” he softens his voice, “we’ll put pillows between us if you’d like and you can have the edge.”

He watches you bite on that damn lower lip again, wanting it between his own teeth. 

Nodding, your eyes seek out his again, “Okay. And we’ll try again first thing in the morning?”

“Of course,” he agrees easily, “I tend to wake early so I can check and wake you if need be.”

Your features melt from concern to thankful, “That’s very sweet of you, Father.”

A hot pulse of arousal makes his dick twitch but Leon ignores it in favor of offering you a slight smile. 

“Of course. Shall we?” he nods at the bed. 

You climb in after him, settling down under the layers of blankets and quilts. 

“I definitely never would’ve guessed I’d start my vacation by sharing a bed with a priest,” you giggle to yourself. 

“Unusual to say the least,” he dryly replies, sea dark eyes watching as you turn on your side, back facing him. 

You hum softly, shoulders twitching under the shirt and legs swishing under the covers. 

“Good night, Father Kennedy,” your soft voice has him gripping the blanket tightly. 

“Goodnight.”

It’s driving Leon up the wall with how badly he wants to reach out and touch you. Settling a little more, he listens as your breathing evens out and finds his own eyes slipping shut. 

Later in the night, he wakes up to your tossing and turning, feeling you press your ass back against him. He stifles a groan, eyes adjusting to the low light from the fireplace. You keep fidgeting, accidentally rubbing against his chubbed cock until he’s thickening in his sweats. His heavy hand reaches down and grabs you hip, stilling your movement. 

“Sorry,” your sleepily mumble, “‘m trying to get comfy.”

He dips his head down to ghost his lips across the shell of your ear, feeling you shiver, “Doesn’t seem that way to me.”

He rocks forward, letting his bulge rub against your ass; you whine and press back against him harder. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I promise I didn’t mean to.”

“Sorry, huh?” he dips his tongue into your ear making you whimper, “are you asking for forgiveness?”

His hand grasps your hip and pulls you into a slow rhythm of grinding back against his stiff cock. 

“Oh,” you mewl as he kisses the shell of your ear, “I’m sorry.”

“That’s not how you ask,” he chuckles, kissing down your neck, “you know better than that.”

You moan as he bites down on the soft skin that’s been tempting him all this time. 

“Forgive me, Father Kennedy,” you break the rhythm and grind back against him harder, “I’m so sorry I’m being so bad. God, can’t believe I’m dry humping a priest.”

A smack lands on your ass making you jump. 

“We don’t take the Lord's name in vain either,” his low voice slips into your ear, “for that, you get those cute little nipples pinched.”

As you moan, he rolls you over onto your back, slipping an arm around your shoulders so both of his hands can knead and grope at your breasts. 

“Pull your shirt up,” he murmurs in your ear, “be a good girl for me.”

You shove the t-shirt up to pool around your neck, hands settling back down to twist in the sheets. His fingers quickly move to circle and pinch your hard nipples. 

“Oh, ohhh,” your eyes squeeze shut as he teases and rubs your hard buds, “Father, please.”

He bites your neck again making you writhe and press your breasts up into his hands. 

“Please,” you whimper, eyes glimmering at him in the firelight, bottom lip swollen from your own teeth. 

“Who knew such a tempting sinful girl would end up in my church much less my own bed,” he rumbles in your ear, grinding against your hip as he teases your nipples. 

“Father Kennedy,” you swipe a soft, pink tongue against your lips, making his teeth ache, “shouldn’t we stop?”

“Do you want to stop?” he kisses your jaw, fingers tweaking your nipples sharply making you moan high in your throat. 

“No, no, please, it’s so—you’re so hot,” you whine, hips squirming for friction under the blankets, “please, Father, want you so bad.”

“It’s a sin to tempt a priest,” he trails his lips across your neck to suck another mark into your skin, “you’ll have to repent.”

“H-how?” your eyes flutter, trying valiantly to stay open. 

He pulls away with a smirk, “You’ll have to use your body in service to the Lord.”

A keening whimper escapes your lips, hands shakily reaching up to run through his sandy blonde hair. 

“I-I’ll do anything,” you scratch your nails along his scalp making him groan, “just show me how I need to repent, Father Kennedy.”

He pulls his arm out from under you so he can climb on top of you, settling in between your thighs. Your hands pull his hair as he sucks a hard nipple into his hot mouth. He ruts against the mattress as he suckles each hard bud, nipping at the soft skin of your breasts and leaving marks everywhere. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a pair of tits in my face,” his voice is low, smoky, and he can feel your legs try to press together only stopped by his bulky body.

He takes his time, kissing the areola before running his tongue over your nipple, letting his teeth softly bite down before sucking it further into his mouth. Your hips buck up against his chest as he lays on top of you. He can feel how wet you’ve gotten already, the soft press of your panties against his skin leaving behind a sticky mess. 

He pulls back to look up into your dazed eyes, “Let me taste that wet pussy.”

You moan, hands tensing in his hair, “Y-you want to?”

“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t,” he grins, “besides I wanna clean up that messy cunt with my tongue before you get slick all over my sheets.”

He scoots down, dragging his lips across your tummy and dropping kisses as he goes. 

“We’ll keep the blankets pulled up so you don’t get cold,” he murmurs as he bites your hip bone before soothing it with his tongue. 

You give him a shaky nod, “Okay, Father.”

He bucks his hips at that, feeling his cock leak in his sweats. He feels as you tug the blankets up and when he looks back up he can barely see your face making this seem so illicit and dirty it’s getting him even harder. 

He quickly eases your panties down your legs and tosses them on the outside of the blankets before settling between your legs again. Leon lets his instructive thoughts win and bites bruise after bruise into the dough of your thighs, sucking and worrying the skin until you're squirming against his mouth.  

He bites his way up to the crease of your thigh then lets his tongue trail across your skin until he’s lapping at your swollen clit. He hears as you moan loudly, thighs falling open wider as he hungrily licks into your cunt. 

“You taste like sin,” he groans as he pulls back to spread your pussy open, “so fucking good.”

Pressing his face tightly against your slick coated lips, he flutters his tongue into your soaked hole and grinds his nose against your bundle of nerves. He slips his tongue in and out of your hole before licking back up to your throbbing clit, softly kissing the sensitive bud again and again until sucking it gently into his mouth. 

Sweat beads around his hairline as it grows warmer underneath the layers of covers. Leon mouths at your sloppy cunt until you’re moaning loudly as slick coats his chin and lower jaw. Once your thighs start to tremble, he pulls away and crawls back up your body. The cooler air of the room kissing his sweaty skin as your hands scrabble against his shoulders. 

“‘M so close,” you whimper as you tug him into a messy kiss, “wanna cum, please Father.” 

He clicks his tongue, “You have to work hard for forgiveness,” he presses his thumb down against your chin making your lips part. 

“Maybe we should try filling that mouth up first,” he murmurs, watching as your eyes droop. 

You nod, running your hands down his broad chest, “Please, wanna see you, too.”

Surprise crosses his features, but he schools it into a crooked smile, “Aren’t you sweet? Take your shirt off for me while I get undressed.”

In no time, he’s kneeling between your parted thighs, completely nude save for the rosary around his neck. When he goes to slip it off, your hand snaps around his wrist.

He watches as the embarrassment wars with arousal as you ask him to keep wearing it. His dick throbs and kicks against his thigh and your eyes go lidded as they take in his thick cock.

“Allow me to show you how sorry I am, Father,” you scratch your nails across his chest all the way down his toned stomach to a happy trail that leads to the thatch of hair above his cock. 

Goosebumps travel across his skin when you rub across his hips bones, breath ghosting across the drippy head of his dick. 

Your tongue lathes over the slit, circling his tip and teasing under his foreskin before you pull back. 

That shy look steals over your face, “Can you sit here?”

You pat the gap in the pillows in front of the headboard. Leon’s lips quirk in amusement and shifts to sit with his back to the headboard and legs splayed out across the bed. You move to kneel in between his thighs, eyes greedily taking in his stiff cock. 

He watches as you lean forward, one hand coming up to grip the base of his cock as the other rests on his thigh, and slowly sucks the head of his dick into your mouth. Your eyes shutter with a moan as you take more and more of his cock into your mouth until you choke. 

Pulling off with a gasp, your watery eyes blink open staying on his as you sink back down on his cock. His abdomen tenses and he grabs the back of your neck with his broad palm to guide your head. 

“No need to rush,” his eyes track your tongue as you lick and kiss all along his dripping slit.

“You taste so good,” you moan as you lick your way down to his balls. 

Leon keeps his gaze on you as your wet mouth sucks his balls into your mouth, whining when you can’t fit both at the same time. You smear your face against the spit slick skin of his squishy sac as you nuzzle and suck his taint.  

“Oh, good girl,” he parts his legs wider so your mouth can reach him easier. 

Your glazed eyes slide shut when you slip your tongue down further to ghost across his asshole. Tongue drifting lazily against it, Leon grunts when you finally lick into him. 

“Such an eager girl,” he rasps as you softly eat him out, tongue eagerly rimming his hole. 

You sloppily makeout with his hole as his cock weeps precum everywhere; his own heavy hands keep your face buried between his cheeks. 

When you finally pull back, your chin’s coated with spit. 

“Suck my cock a little more and I’ll fill up that needy cunt,” he pulls your swollen mouth to the weeping head. 

Whining, you easily follow along and let his thick cock sink back into your mouth. He luxuriates in the feeling, the feeling of your hot hungry mouth slurping loudly around his dick. You moan and whine around him, rubbing your thighs together for friction. He smirks to see you acting so needy, so obedient in servicing him. 

“Up,” he murmurs, grabbing your neck and pulling you off of his cock.

Your hands reach out to dig into his pecs, framing the rosary between your hands as you straddle his lap, his cock snugly pressing against your pussy. 

“Oh, Father, please,” you grind down on his wet cock, dragging slick along his throbbing length until your clit’s bumping his tip. 

“Poor little lamb,” his hands grab your hips, letting you rock against him. 

With the grip he has on your hips, he easily manhandles you onto your back, kneeling between your spread legs, cock leaking all over your wet cunt.  

“Oh god,” you mewl, scratching at his chest. 

He spanks your clit with his fat cock. 

“What did I say about taking the Lord’s name in vain?”

Your pupils swallow any color left in your eyes, “‘m sorry, daddy. I don’t mean to be bad.”

“Fuck,” he growls, slapping your cunt with his cock over and over to make your hips jump, “are you misbehaving on purpose?”

Head shaking no, you wrap your legs around his waist, “No, I didn’t mean— it just slipped out. I‘m sorry, Father Kennedy.”

He nudges the tip of his cock into your hole, making you keen and rock down. The pressure around just the head makes him want to be rougher, meaner with you.

He grins smugly down at you, “You just can’t help it, can you? The wetter this pussy gets the dumber you are, right? What a slut.”

You whine, the heels of your bare feet digging into the back of his legs, goading him to slide deeper into your cunt. 

“Yes, I’m your slut, Father,” your hands tug on his rosary making him groan and fuck his dick into your spasming cunt. 

His heavy weight drops over your body, earning another low whine followed by your nails scoring a hot trail across his shoulders. He shudders, enjoying that small bite of pain as your eyes roll back in your head, pussy sucking him in even deeper somehow. 

“Pretty cunt just needed me buried balls deep in her, huh?” he groans as he pulls out just to sink back into your pussy, “so tight.”

“W-wait,” your voice goes high with sudden realization, “I thought p-priests were banned f-from having sex,” you gasp out, stuttering through Leon’s thrusts. 

“Baby,” he coos condescendingly, “you don’t think I was some silly little virgin, did you?”

He boxes you in even more, dropping down on his forearms that rest on each side of your head. 

“But I gotta say, you’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever fucked,” he kisses your mouth, “so wet,” he drops another kiss to your lips, “and tight,” and another kiss ending with a rough bite of your bottom lip, “this kitty’s been purring for my dick all night.”

Your head thrashes against the pillow at his words, “Yes, yes, fuck,” tears drip from your lash line, “it’s so good, Father Kennedy.”

Molten heat rushes through his veins at your wanton face paired with that sweet voice. His teeth sink into that plush bottom lip, suckling on it until you tug your head back with a soft cry. It’s swollen and split from his teeth, a small bead of blood welling up only for him to lick it away with a groan.  

He licks into your mouth, mixing spit and blood until he’s sucking your tongue past his own greedy lips. His cock slowly ruts in and out of your clenching hole as he kisses you breathless. Your fingers tangle in his rosary, tugging him back to your mouth every time he goes to pull away. 

Leon lets himself go; stops trying to control himself and settles into fucking into your warm, wet cunt with harsh skin slapping thrusts. He bites anywhere his mouth can reach, leaving dark bruises or even outright bloody teeth marks behind. His dark eyes keep track of your pleasure as well; if you wince, he makes sure to lathe his tongue across a bite instead of sinking his teeth into you again or fucks his cock shallowly into your pussy instead of knocking against your cervix how he likes. 

You reward him with pretty little cries and pleads against his lips; your doughy thighs clasped tightly around his waist as you beg for him to ruin your cunt. He wrings orgasm after orgasm until your body’s spent and you're babbling incoherently. 

He keeps you underneath him all night, trading blood tinged kisses as his cock stuffs your squelching pussy. Sunlight begins to stream through the snow tinted windows when he finally manhandles your body to straddle over him once again. 

Leon feels like this must truly be what heaven is like. You, seated in his lap as he buries his cock to the hilt in your hot little cunt watching as you grind down against him. Fat dimples between his fingers as he grips your ass tightly, helping you keep rhythm as he bounces you up and down his dick. 

“Oh Father Kennedy,” you whimper, “I can’t, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” he murmurs, easing your harsh grind into a slow back and forth, “you can give me one more so I can feel that pussy squeeze me so I can put a nice thick load in her.”

His fingers slowly circle and pinch your pudgy clit, letting you rock against him a little faster. 

“Oh, I’m-I’m g’nna,” you hiccup a sob, tears dripping from your eyes as he works your exhausted body towards another orgasm. 

“Call me, Leon,” he smiles at you, the first genuine one he’s actually offered to anyone in quite a long time, “now cum for me, squeeze me nice and tight.”

“Leon, Leon, I-I’m cumming,” you gasp out, a mewling cry slipping past your swollen lips as your pussy milks Leon’s cock for the upteenth time since this all started. 

“Good girl, so good for me,” he groans, letting your climax coax his own from him, grabbing your hips to hold you snug to him. 

He growls up at you, cock jumping inside your spasming pussy as rope after rope of sticky cum spurts inside your fluttering walls. 

 “Leon, oh, it’s so warm,” you whimper, one hand settling on your belly and the other resting on Leon’s heaving chest. 

“Fuck,” he yanks you down into a messy, spit filled kiss.

You whine and he softens it, titling his mouth up to press softer kisses to your lips until pulling away. Easing down next to him, you snuggle into his side, burying your face in his neck. 

“So am I forgiven now?” you tease, fingers tracing over the beads of his rosary. 

“Might need to spend some time with me in the confessional,” he presses a kiss to your hair, “just to make sure it takes.” 

#lipglossanon #lipglossmasterlist #priest!leon s kennedy #priest!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #priest!leon s kennedy smut #priest!leon s kennedy x fem!reader smut #fem!reader #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #priest!leon x reader #💀 anon

[crystallinestars]

NSFW Alphabet - Kaveh

First time doing one of these, but I'll gradually make other installments for the other boys which you can find here (there's nothing there as of now, though).

I am here to spread the dom Kaveh agenda, and no, I won't accept criticism.

Kaveh x fem!Reader

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

Kaveh is really good at aftercare, oftentimes pampering you after the act. After sex, he likes to cuddle with you and tell you how happy he is to experience such intimacy with you. If you’re sore, he’ll give you massage and apologize if he was too rough. Even if he’s exhausted, he will force himself to get up and fetch you anything you might need, like water or a towel.

That said, he would appreciate it if you returned the favor and took care of him, too. He won’t outright ask for it, and might even tell you that it’s fine, you don’t need to trouble yourself for him, but it would make him feel incredibly loved if you gave him a massage or helped clean him up.

Kaveh is very picky, so he wants to change the bed sheets after sex because he doesn’t like the idea of sleeping on a dirty bed. If you’re not up for it, some gentle persuasion and distraction can convince him to let it go and fall asleep in your arms instead. Be prepared to change the sheets first thing in the morning, though.

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

On himself, Kaveh likes his face and hair. He’s very meticulous about how he presents himself to the world and takes great care of his looks. It’s important to him that he looks his best. While he spends a great deal of time taking care of his entire body, he pays special attention to his face and hair. He has clear and smooth skin, delicate features, and very soft hair. Kaveh is very proud of his looks, so any compliments you give him on his appearance swell his ego. Please give him more.

On you, he loves your breasts. Don’t get him wrong, he thinks you’re beautiful from head to toe, but your breasts hold a special significance to him. After a rough day of dealing with insufferable clients or going through another misfortunate mishap, Kaveh loves nothing more than to lay his head on your soft chest and listen to your heartbeat. He treats your breasts like a pillow, but he finds comfort in being able to rest on top of you like that, especially since he gets to be so close to your heart.

Aside from this innocent reason, Kaveh also simply loves breasts. He’s attracted to their softness, their rounded shape, and overall how feminine they make you look. Expect him to squeeze and kiss them a lot during sex.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers to cum inside you (provided you’re both using protection) because he wants to avoid making a mess. Plus, he finds it more pleasurable to finish while inside you while your walls squeeze around him. It makes him feel a more intimate connection to you.

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

Kaveh will never show them to you if he can help it, but he has a few pages worth of sketches of you naked. Sometimes he daydreams about being intimate with you while he doodles and absentmindedly draws out some of his thoughts on paper. There are a few drawings of just you sprawled out in sensual poses, while others show both you and Kaveh having sex in a variety of poses or him all but worshipping your figure with his lips and hands as if you were a goddess. The sketches look really good, but Kaveh is too embarrassed to show them to you. He’ll be mortified if you see them, but maybe one day you’ll have the luxury of glimpsing into his dirty thoughts.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Kaveh has some experience from drunken one-night stands, though not a lot. Ideally, he wanted to save himself for a long-term partner since he likes the idea of sharing his first time with someone he loves. He views it as an important step in a romantic relationship, after all. Unfortunately, back when he drank heavily to drown out his sorrows, his inebriation made him thoughtlessly seek comfort from unfamiliar women, which usually resulted in sex.

Though he would have liked to experience his first time with you instead of a stranger, Kaveh sees a silver lining in the situation in that he at least knows how to please a woman and has confidence in his performance.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorites are anything that allows him to see your face and be as close to you as possible, so things like missionary or lotus are his go-to. If he’s tipsy, he might take you against the wall, but overall he prefers to have sex on the bed or sofa.

The few times he opts for taking you from behind is when he’s jealous. Kaveh will thrust into you from behind in doggy style or with you braced against a wall while standing, with his arms wrapped around you to press your back flush against his chest.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kaveh approaches sex seriously, but that’s not to say that he won’t laugh or smile while getting intimate with you. He treats sex like a special event where you become one in mind, body, and heart, deepening the love you have for one another. It’s an emotionally charged activity for him. Nonetheless, he tries to keep it lighthearted enough to ease your nerves and keep you relaxed so you can enjoy the moment as much as possible.

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

He’s clean-shaven down there. Kaveh prefers the smooth feel and look of being shaven, but if he lets his pubes grow out, they’ll be a darker shade of blond than his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kaveh doesn’t fuck, he makes love. As mentioned before, sex is an emotionally charged event for Kaveh. He bares his heart to you throughout the entire thing, repeatedly telling you he loves you, caresses your body most tenderly and lovingly, and gives you more kisses than you can count. He’s a romantic person in general, and that carries over into the bedroom, as well.

He likes to maintain eye-contact while he makes love to you, and often rests his forehead against yours while gazing into your eyes. He also has a tendency to lace his fingers with yours during the event, especially when he’s close to climax.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Prior to meeting you, he might have masturbated once or twice a week to relieve stress. After he met you, Kaveh began masturbating more frequently. Once he fell in love with you, his desire for you grew in every sense of the word, so he often jacked off to thoughts of you. If you weren’t in a relationship yet, he felt guilty afterward for thinking of you in such a lewd manner, but he’d still find his mind wandering over to you every time he needed to rub one out.

Once in a relationship, he’ll masturbate less often since you usually help him release his lust, but if you’re unavailable, he’ll use his hand as a substitute. It doesn’t replace you quite as well, but it does the trick when he needs to relieve stress.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Likes to worship your body with kisses and gentle caresses and give you lots of praise (likes to receive praise, as well). Also really into giving oral, fingering, and overstimulating you.

When he doms, he likes to blindfold you or use light restraints like his hands, belts, or scarves.

Kaveh also likes light foodplay, such as placing fruits or drizzling chocolate or whipped cream on your body and then licking it off. He likes you and he likes those foods, so it's the best of both worlds for him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Only at home, and preferably on the bed. Kaveh feels most comfortable having sex in the privacy of his home where nobody can walk in on you. As mentioned, he’s very conscious of how he presents himself to the world, and being caught by other people in such a compromising situation will mortify him. He might get handsy with you out in public if he’s drunk, but he still waits to get home before doing anything truly raunchy.

Kaveh also likes having sex on soft surfaces for the sake of your and his comfort, but he’s not opposed to taking you against a wall or table. Still, he’ll absolutely fuck you in the kitchen and the bathroom if the mood strikes and you let him.

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

The quickest way to turn him on is to express how much you want him sexually. Nothing gets him going as easily as knowing he’s desired by you. Aside from that, Kaveh also gets turned on from seeing you dressed in revealing clothing (especially if it shows off your cleavage) or when your kiss turns heated.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that has the potential to hurt you gets a hard no from him. He absolutely refuses to hit you. The most he might try is light spanking, but even then, he still feels bad for causing you pain even if it's something you’re into. He also doesn’t like degrading you, and isn’t good at it, either. You’re very important to him, so he hates the thought of hurting you in any way.

Kaveh also isn’t into exhibitionism or choking. The former because he likes to keep his sex life private, and the latter because it could cause you harm.

He doesn’t like receiving any of those things, either. He’s emotionally sensitive and takes such treatment towards himself poorly.

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

As much as Kaveh enjoys getting head from you, at his core he’s a very selfless lover, and as such has a strong preference for burying his face between your legs and licking at your folds and clit until you come undone on his tongue. Seeing you fall apart from just his mouth turns him on immensely, and he sometimes ejaculates in his pants while giving you oral.

Kaveh gets pussy drunk easily and tends to get carried away by eating you out until you’ve had several orgasms from his mouth alone. Even if you’re writhing and begging him to stop because it’s too overstimulating, Kaveh can get so lost in giving you pleasure, that he might not register what you’re saying right away. He’ll hold your hips down and spread your legs apart to feast on your dripping pussy. The sight of your blissful face and the sounds of your moans and gasps are too addictive for him. Eating you out is one of his favorite things about sex.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As I said, Kaveh doesn’t fuck, he makes love. Usually, sex with Kaveh is sensual and romantic. He wants to have time to appreciate the opportunity to make love and share such an intimate experience with you. The speed of his thrusts ranges from slow to moderate, but he goes deep.

That said, he has times when he craves something fast and a little rough. If he’s extremely horny, Kaveh tends to set a faster pace, snapping his hips to yours in sharp thrusts. Other times are when he’s jealous or frustrated. In such scenarios, he usually takes a rougher approach as a way to vent his emotions, but he still tries to be gentle enough so as to not hurt you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Prefers to have longer sessions where he has ample time to worship and please your body the way he thinks you deserve, but if he’s horny enough, he’ll accept a quickie. How often you engage in quickies depends on you because Kaveh can’t say no to you. Express a strong desire to have him right here and now, and he’ll get so turned on that he won’t be able to deny you. He might complain or scold you for propriety’s sake, but he’ll still give it to you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Tends to err on the side of caution, so he’s not very experimental. If it’s a new thing Kaveh thinks won’t cause either of you harm, or something he’s on the fence about, then he might agree to try something new with a bit of convincing. However, if he deems it unsafe, he’ll refuse.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Tends to go for 1-2 rounds, but because he likes to take his time pleasing you, they last for quite a while, so rest assured, you’ll be thoroughly pleased. The most rounds he can go for before becoming too exhausted is 3, but that rarely happens due to how busy and tired he is from staying up late for work.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own any toys since he believes that you are all he needs. Kaveh likes to feel your warm touch directly on his skin which is why he prefers that you get him off yourself than with a cold, plastic toy. Toys can be fun, but he likes the intimacy of feeling your touch on him.

Kaveh is good at tinkering and crafting mechanical items (think Mehrak and the butterflies from the Darshan event), so he can craft you a vibrator or dildo if you’re into using toys on yourself.  

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He tried to tease you in the past by giving you teasing touches and denying you orgasm, but as you quickly found out, Kaveh has a hard time saying no to you when you beg him. He has a hard time denying you in general because he’s so selfless, but in bed, he would rather please you and hear your wanton moans of delight than deny you pleasure. This usually results in you being overstimulated rather than edged.

He’s not above verbally teasing you, though. Kaveh occasionally engages in some light teasing, such as pointing out how needy you are by saying, “You’re so needy for me, love. Do you want it that bad?” with an amused chuckle. He likes to tease you in this manner if you let him.

However, if he’s feeling jealous, Kaveh will show a surprising resilience to your begging. He’ll still give in eventually, but to get back at you for making him jealous (even if not on purpose), he’ll circle his thumb over your clit but pull away every time you’re close to cumming. He likes the feeling of control it gives him, and knowing that only he can give you what you want in that moment.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Tends to be louder than he wants because he has a hard time holding his voice back. He’s very vocal when he has sex, constantly letting out breathy moans, sighs, and gasps. Can be pretty loud if he’s really into it.

Kaveh also talks a fair bit during foreplay and lovemaking. He showers you in praise, calls you beautiful, repeatedly tells you he loves you (especially when he’s close to climax), and lets you know how good you’re making him feel. He’s not shy about communicating with you during sex and hopes you can do the same.

He would like it if you could let your voice out more because your moans drive him crazy in a good way, but he’s understanding if you’re uncomfortable with being loud. Another one of his favorite things during sex is hearing you say you love him and that he’s making you feel good while he makes love to you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kaveh is a gentle dom! Once he’s certain that you’re comfortable with submitting to him, and he knows your boundaries and preferences, Kaveh won’t have any reservations about dominating you. He’s naturally prideful, confident, and assertive, and these traits transition well to his role as a dom.

Since he’s a giving lover, when he dominates, he aims to make you feel good. Everything he does is with your pleasure in mind because he enjoys giving you pleasure more than he does receiving it. He’s far from a pillow princess, and it wouldn’t sit right with him to lay there and accept all the pleasure you give him without doing something for you in return, so expect him to mostly focus on getting you off.

As a gentle dom, he likes to hold your wrists in his hand or use light bondage on you (blindfolds or tying your hands up) or pin you down to the bed using his weight. Kaveh also gives you a lot of encouragement and praise when he dominates you, saying things like “Good girl, you’re doing so well for me” or “It’s too much? I think you can go for one more. Won’t you give me another orgasm, love? I know you have it in you” followed by tender kisses and loving caresses.

I have more headcanons about dominant Kaveh here. I will most likely write more for this in the future too when I make general nsfw headcanons for him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has a very pretty cock, as odd as that sounds. It’s a little above average at around 5.7 inches, slender, with a pretty pink tip.

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

Fairly average. Kaveh usually has sex with you two to three times per week, but can go for more if you need and his schedule permits. Can’t go more than a week without sex, though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The exhaustion takes over him pretty quickly, but he’s good at resisting the pull of sleep to give you aftercare and change the sheets. However, if you express a desire to cuddle right after sex, there’s a good chance Kaveh will fall asleep in your arms.

Kaveh tends to stay up late to work on commissions for his clients and thus doesn’t get enough sleep sometimes, even refusing to go to bed when you ask. When he’s being stubborn like this, one of the most effective methods you can use is to suck him off before bed. Kaveh will complain and protest that he has work to do, but as soon as you make him orgasm, the tiredness catches up with him and he’ll get sleepy. Giving him a blowjob before bed is actually a great way to calm his anxious thoughts about work and get Kaveh to join you for a night of well-deserved rest.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaveh x reader #kaveh x fem!reader #kaveh x female reader #kaveh x reader smut #kaveh x female reader smut #genshin impact smut #reader insert smut

[moraxsthrone]

okay so y'all seemed to like the whole 'zhongli tracking your cycle by scent' idea...

and if i'm going into more detail, i'm doing it RIGHT okay? 💅🏼

.ೃ࿔･ PAIRING → zhongli x f!reader

.ೃ࿔･ NOTES → this is the first of a 3-part...thing? mostly hcs, but there will definitely be (at the very least) a drabble or two in subsequent installments. if you're not familiar with the 4 phases of the human female cycle, google it. i'm not here to give biology lessons.

.ೃ࿔･ WARNINGS → mostly sfw (some nsfw at the end, clearly indicated so you can stop reading if you only want the sfw material). period sex (mention).

.ೃ࿔･ PHASE 2 →

♡ (end of) PHASE 4 - PHASE 1 ↴ (or, right before you start and during your period)

♡ zhongli knows when you’re about to start your period bc your scent changes

♡ your scent takes on a more earthy tone

♡ this is one of the times zhongli is the most sensitive to your needs

♡ makes sure you’re taking good care of yourself and/or takes care of you for you

♡ only if you let him though; he’ll never force anything on you, even his love

♡ he’s the most attentive boyfriend/husband, honey please

♡ he does various things to ease your discomfort - be it physical or emotional

♡ he’s extremely observant and he can read you like a book so he can usually anticipate your needs and does these things without you having to ask

♡ fetches your heating pad and turns it on for you before laying it across your lower belly when you’re cramping

♡ makes sure you’re drinking plenty of water and getting lots of rest

♡ knows when you need him close to you, but also knows when to give you space

♡ but if you reach for him, understand that he’ll be by your side without question

♡ requested a custom herbal tea blend just for you from bubu pharmacy; he picks it up from there after it’s been ground and mixed and keeps it on hand, so if you get headaches or cramps, he’ll brew some for you

♡ yes, he does his research

♡ encourages you to go to bed early/take naps

♡ pulls the shades, closes the curtains, and turns the lights off; lights a scented candle, turns the bed down or makes sure the couch is super comfy with blankets and lots of pillows

♡ or he draws you a hot bath to soak in to ease your aching back and hips

♡ will either join you or not, whichever you prefer

♡ won’t be offended in the least if you would rather be alone; he’ll just go catch up on the book he’s reading or write some poetry; might go for a stroll but he’ll generally stay home with you as much as possible; he wants to stay close by in case you need him for anything

♡ because sometimes you do want your space, but knowing he’s not too far away fills your heart with so much love and sets your mind at ease

♡ the times he does take a bath with you, he carefully, sensually lathers you up with body wash from neck to toe

♡ he takes his time; doesn’t get in a hurry

♡ there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than with his goddess, nothing else he’d rather be doing than taking care of you and making sure you know that you’re loved and cherished

♡ he gently massages your scalp as he works shampoo into your hair and rinses it thoroughly when he’s done

♡ nothing sexual about it

♡ just an attentive male looking after and caring for his mate when she’s most vulnerable and sensitive

♡ you’re so well cared for it almost makes you cry bc of how good he is to you

♡ he just chalks it up to you being more emotionally sensitive than usual (which might have something to do with it, but you make sure he knows how much you appreciate him nonetheless)

♡ but he thinks nothing of it; as far as he’s concerned it’s just common sense and part of what it means to be a good mate; this is how a man/dragon should treat his lady, how a god should regard and care for his goddess

♡ there’s something so soothing about the whisper of turning pages as he reads in bed next to you, or the subtle sounds coming from the kitchen as he makes your favorite tea or food (although I kinda hc he can’t cook for shit //js)

♡ falling asleep with your head on his bare chest; his tender, golden fingers smoothing your hair away from your face as he tells you one of his stories in his silken baritone voice

♡ the timbre and measured cadence of his tone lulls you to sleep as he holds your naked body next to his, skin to skin

.ೃ࿔･ NSFW .ೃ࿔･

♡ okay let’s talk about PERIOD SEX

♡ it’s relatively common knowledge that a lot of females get horny while they’re on their cycle

♡ zhongli knows this

♡ he also knows that giving you an orgasm can help ease the pain of cramps

♡ will 65461% make sure you know the offer to put his dick in your pussy and your legs in the air is on the table and he’s more than happy to help you in that regard should you choose to take him up on it

♡ his sex drive is returning to baseline (which is still pretty high ngl, but he’s not feral and borderline foaming at the mouth like he was during the week or 2 prior (we’ll get to that in the next part))

♡ but you still smell so, so good to him

♡ and if you want it?

♡ mans will not bat an eye at the sight of your menses on his dick

♡ doesn’t bother him one bit; he doesn’t think it’s ‘gross’ or ‘dirty’ (hello? he fought in the archon war…he’s seen much worse, bb, trust) 

♡ he regards it as perfectly natural, inherently feminine

♡ allow me to reiterate: zhongli LOOOOVES the way you smell, especially the couple of days prior and the first couple of days after you start

♡ so just give him the word and he’ll go fetch a towel and either make slow, sensual love to you or put you on your shoulders and fuck the daylights out of you, whichever you prefer

♡ however you need him, he’ll be there for you, to take care of you bc you are his goddess

.ೃ࿔･ zhongli m.list

.ೃ࿔･ reblogs and interactions are always appreciated, my loves !!

#zhongli #zhongli x f!reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x you #zhongli fluff #zhongli comfort #zhongli smut #morax #morax x f!reader #morax x reader #morax x y/n #morax x you #morax fluff #morax comfort #morax smut #genshin x f!reader #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #tw: blood #tw: period talk #tw: period #zhongli hcs #morax hcs

[seangelfish]

What they do for White Day (pt.3)

❥ Featured characters: Hiiro Amagi, Leo Tsukinaga, Kanata Shinkai, Ibara Saegusa, Yuzuru Fushimi

❥ Tags: Fluff, established relationships/mutual crushes, stories are based on the !! era, no mention of pronouns

❥ A/N: The final part of my What they do for White Day Enstars special! I hope everyone has a wonderful White Day even if you don't celebrate it! Decided on these characters for last because 1. everyone likes Hiiro and Leo and 2. I haven't written for Kanata, Ibara and Yuzuru in such a long time!

Please check out part 1 and part 2 if you haven't already~

🤍 HIIRO AMAGI

This was Hiiro's first time celebrating Valentine's Day, so when you gifted him your chocolates after school, he was appreciative that you thought of him. He didn't understand the implications of the gift until you confessed your feelings which made him feel awkward as his cheeks blushed.

Deep down, he knew he liked you romantically too. That's why he stuck to you like glue, greeting you a lively good morning and helping you in any way he can.

But he didn't know that he had to reciprocate your gifts until Aira told him about White Day. He thought your confession had already established a relationship together, but if that's what the customs here are and if it would make you happy, then he'll do his best to make White Day a special day for you!

Thankfully, Aira was there to guide him so he wouldn't mess up. During lunch, he asked you to go meet him by the fountain where he gifted you a silver bracelet and a box of white chocolates. Surprisingly, he didn't need Aira's help in choosing the jewellery because he knew what looked best on you.

"Let me help you put it on!" he said happily. "There. Haha, it looks pretty, don't you think? Happy White Day, (Y/N). I hope we can celebrate even more holidays together!"

🤍 LEO TSUKINAGA

Leo jumped up and down excitedly when he received those Valentine's chocolates from you. He bragged about it the whole day, annoying the NEW DI idols in the process.

"Uwaaa! Thank you, (Y/N)!" he beamed, hugging you tightly. "Hahaha, I like you too, you know? What else should we do today? Should we go to..."

So a relationship was established with Leo almost immediately. The two of you were already close to begin with, so it wasn't too much of a surprise to others. Shockingly, he was a pretty attentive boyfriend. He always found time to check up on you during work and would provide you with drinks and snacks. Sometimes he'd leave notes, some of which were lyrics about you, and others were just stick drawings of the two of you.

These little things would always make you smile. Therefore, for White Day, Leo bought you a box of White Day-themed cookies that the two of you shared together. And of course, he had composed you a song so beautiful that it made you shed a few tears.

"Hahaha, Happy White Day, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed as he wiped your tears away. "I love you so so much! Anyway, is there anything else you'd like to do? We can do everything you want!"

🤍 KANATA SHINKAI

Kanata was new to the whole romance scene, so when you gifted him chocolates for Valentine's Day, he wondered what the occasion was.

"Oh, I see! So that's what you do on 'Valentine's Day'~" he said excitedly. "Thank you for the 'chocolates', (Y/N). Let's share them, okay~?"

However, that didn't mean he was oblivious to everything. He knew about White Day since Kaoru used to participate in it a lot back in school, so he had some idea of what to do. Additionally, he asked around because he wanted to give you, his lover, the best he could.

So on White Day, the two of you spent time together by the sea, lighting sparklers and giggling to each other's stories. He had gifted you a pearl necklace and a koi plushie from AOUMI Aquarium.

"Koi fishes symbolise love~" he explained, smiling from ear to ear. "I love you, (Y/N). Happy White Day!"

🤍 IBARA SAEGUSA

As he expected, the chocolates you made him for Valentine's Day were alluring and sweet, but what he liked most of all was the love letter you wrote for him. He would keep it in his pocket, rereading the contents when he took his short breaks at work. A smile would always appear when he did so which made coworkers wonder what he was reading.

He had planned everything out before White Day like it was a project that needed to be executed perfectly. He wrote down timeframes, date ideas, and gifts that you might like. Everything had its own section in his 'White Day' binder.

If he could give you everything in the world, he would.

On White Day, he took the day off so that the two of you were able to do everything on his schedule. First was to do an activity that you liked whether it was arts and crafts or something sports related. Second, he brought you on a lunch cruise where the two of you had lunch together on the river. However, when the third activity came, he realised you were getting tired, so he brought you home to relax and watch a movie together.

That was when he gifted you a silver necklace, and of course, he wasn't going to forget the big bouquet of white flowers he had ordered.

You appreciated everything he had done for you today even those he was kind of excessive.

"Happy White Day, my dearest (Y/N). I love you from the bottom of my heart. I hope today was satisfactory. Apologies if it was too much, but I hope we can do this again soon."

🤍 YUZURU FUSHIMI

Everyone knew you were childhood friends with Yuzuru, but they didn't expect you to hand him chocolates on Valentine's Day. Because you were so bold about it, you handed them to him in class resulting in cheers from friends and classmates. This embarrassed him greatly, but his heart had skipped a beat.

"Woo-woo!" Subaru whistled. "Congrats, Fusshi!"

He accepted your chocolates, thanking you for them, but he also scolded you for being so brash.

"I appreciate it, (Y/N), but don't do that again."

However, in private, he did accept your feelings. Unexpectedly, he had feelings for you too, but with how good he was at hiding them, you were left speechless – both figuratively and literally because he had left to go find Tori.

But he wasn't going to leave it at that. He wanted to do something for you too. After all, his purpose was to serve. On White Day, he gifted you a bento box he had cooked and white roses he grew and picked. It was sweet until he presented you with the last item – a drawing he did of you.

Nevertheless, it was cute.

"Happy White Day, (Y/N)," he smiled. "I've always loved you and will always keep loving you. I'm free after school, so let's go to that place you keep pestering me about."

Intro page | Ensemble Stars masterlist | Rules

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[fortheloveofhens-zine]

Hello!

This is an introduction post explaining this project and hopefully garnering some attention!

🥚 What's this about?

This is a fanzine by Shane fans, for Shane fans. It's a fan project to appreciate this character, his story, and his growth, and how much it means to a lot of us who have been through similar things.

🥚 How will this work?

Like most other zines! The project will begin on a certain date, and artists and writers will have several months to complete a piece of their choosing for the fanzine. We will use discord to communicate, schedule, and smooth out any issues.

🥚 When is the projected release?

I think aiming for spring 2024 would be nice! It'd be nice to release the zine around when Shane's birthday would be.

🥚Will this be a paid zine?

This is a charity zine to raise money for the mental health charity Samaritans! Samaritans is a charity that operates free and confidential phone lines for people to reach out and talk to someone whenever they're having a difficult time. They provide a listening service for those who may be suffering from suicidal thoughts or otherwise unpleasant feelings. Donations will be raised via ko-fi during a certain fundraising period and after that's over, the zine will go free to download.

🥚What format is this zine in?

The zine will be formatted to A4 paper size, HOWEVER this zine will only run digitally and will not have a print release as things stand. (Mod honestly can't afford a print release as cool as that would be...)

🥚Who can join?

Almost anyone can join! There is no requirement on skill, online following, previous zine experience etc. If this is your first zine, that's awesome! We welcome you with open arms. This is a zine for anyone who has ever struggled with their mental health, and has felt comforted by a certain stardew valley character. I do require that contributors be at least 13+. Not only would it be against discord terms of service to have under 13s on the platform, but mod here, as a fully grown adult, would also be uncomfortable with it - sorry!

🥚Are there any other rules right now?

There are a few! Let's list them, and please read carefully.

We have a zero-tolerance policy for racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, fatphobia, and anything else that falls into similar categories. ZERO. This is non-negotiable. This is a safe space and anyone displaying any of the above will be kicked off the project.

That said, proship, comship, darkship etc are not welcome on this zine. This is a safe space for everyone, including minors, survivors, and everyone else.

This is a SFW zine. There will be no NSFW art or writing included.

Every artist and writer is free to depict Shane as they like. If they choose to depict him as trans, POC, mlm, or anything else for the sake of representation, that is their choice and you must respect it. See the first bullet point about zero tolerance.

Ableism also extends to bigotry toward those suffering with mental illness, and addicts. We are trying to promote empathy and acceptance. Ableist comments will be warned (e.g. complaining about Shane's room being messy).

Your piece must include Shane as the focal point! That should be clear already, but just in case! So long as he's the focal point, you can draw or write anything! Ships are allowed.

🥚How do I get involved?

For now, I have an interest check form that I plan to run until the end of September! After that, contributor sign ups will open. Remember to follow this blog to see updates on the zine! You can also send questions to my inbox and I will do my best to answer them. For now, here is the interest check:

#for the love of hens #stardew valley #stardew #sdv #sv #stardew valley shane #sdv shane #stardew shane #shane #stardew valley zine #stardew valley fanzine #fanzine #mod post

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write 2k24 - Day 24 🔞

Prompt: Yunho x Fem!Reader

Tags: You’re in public, fingering, accidental squirting

A/N: Since writing in second person makes me itch, here’s first person POV y/n. Narrator is female. If this is complete garbage it’s because I haven’t written y/n in about 20 years. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Yunho jerked his hand back like he’d been shocked when he accidentally touched my bare thigh.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine, why?” he adjusted the napkin in his lap and refused to look at me.

“Because you acted like I was gonna slap you or something for accidentally touching my leg,” I replied.

“Oh, well, you’ve never told me I can touch you,” he replied. I hated that I had to stifle a giggle.

“While I appreciate your concern over consent, I wouldn’t mind at all if you touched me,” I put his hand on my thigh. He carefully splayed his fingers, taking time to feel my skin under his hand.

“What if I touched you here?” he asked, moving his hand up my thigh to more sensitive areas.

“That’s fine,” I told him.

“And here,” he moved his hand even higher so his pinky grazed between my legs.

“You really want to do this here?” I asked, leaning closer to his face. It was loud in the room. There was nothing suspicious about the maid of honor leaning in to talk to the best man. We were friends, after all.

“The list of things I want to do to you would definitely exceed the amount of time we’ll be here,” he replied.

“What do you want to do to me right now?” I could feel myself getting wet and prayed it wasn’t getting all over my dress.

“Right now I want to put my fingers in your pussy and make you come, but you can’t let anyone know what’s going on,” he put his lips next to my ear. Chills ran down my spine. I had not expected that reply.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“Yes?” he prompted.

“Are you gonna make me say it?” I leaned back to look at him. He smirked at me. “Yes, I want you to finger me in public and I’m not allowed to give anything away.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased.

“Unlike your cock right now,” I glanced down and there was an obvious bulge in his lap.

“We’ll take care of that later,” he said as he moved his whole (giant) hand between my legs. “Already wet for me.”

“You make it easy,” I replied as he pushed my panties to the side and began grazing a finger over my folds. I never thought I was particularly sensitive, but even just a few touches was making me squirm.

“You’ve got to hold still. Can’t draw attention, remember?” he breathed in my ear. I nodded, afraid of what noise might come out if I opened my mouth. He eased one finger into my pussy and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. “How many do you think you can handle? My dick is definitely bigger than one of my fingers and I assume you’re going to want that later.”

“Three. Try three,” I breathed.

“That’s close enough,” he agreed. Before I could fully process anything, he was three fingers deep in my pussy with his thumb massaging my clit. I’d been fingered before, but never like this. Never by someone who knew how to find every spot that drove me closer to coming loud, hard, and fast. I chewed on my bottom lip to stay quiet and was grabbing the chair so hard that my knuckles were turning white. Granted I didn’t know much about Yunho’s sex life, somehow he’d learned how to drive someone absolutely insane using just his fingers.

“Getting close, aren’t you?” his breath was hot on my neck. I nodded, feeling my pussy contract around his fingers. “Should I finish you?”

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Since you said please,” he pressed hard against all my most sensitive spots at the same time and I came. At the same time, I felt like I pissed myself. Not a lot, but enough to be noticeable. That’s when the panic set in. I knew it was all over my dress. Goddamn my sister for choosing silk.

“It’s okay. You didn’t piss yourself. You just squirted. Definitely not enough to include actual piss,” Yunho said, still 3 fingers in me.

“What?” I asked.

“I saw you panic. You can piss yourself when you squirt, but you definitely didn’t. Trust me,” Yunho explained.

“I’m not sure I want to know how you know that,” I replied. He laughed and pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the napkin.

“I might have made a girl piss herself from coming. Or two,” he said. “And now you’re going to excuse yourself to your room and if anyone asks I’ll tell them you weren’t feeling well.”

“And then?” I asked.

“And when dinner is over I’m going to leave the first chance I get and fuck you like you deserve,” he grinned.

“Good plan,” I agreed. I got up and the chair had a large wet spot. “Dammit.”

“I’ll make sure no one sits there. See you soon, darling,” he said.

“Not soon enough,” I replied and quickly went up to my room. It was gonna be a long night.

#minors dni #just fucking write 2k24 #yunho x reader #yunho x y/n #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez smut #ateez fanfic

[dc-and-arfrona]

Phone Conversations

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Damian Wayne x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 700+

Masterlist

Summary: He’s a lil too loud and you ask him to pipe down 

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Damian Wayne, the youngest member of the Bat-family, sat in a cozy corner of a local cafe. He was engrossed in a lively conversation over his phone, completely oblivious to the world around him. His animated gestures and the volume of his voice were drawing annoyed glances from nearby patrons.

Meanwhile, [Y/N], a hardworking individual focused on their laptop at a nearby table, grew increasingly frustrated with the disruption caused by Damian's loud phone conversation. They had a deadline to meet and needed a quiet environment to concentrate.

Taking a deep breath, [Y/N] gathered their courage and approached Damian's table. With a stern expression, they tapped their fingers on the table to get his attention.

"Excuse me," [Y/N] spoke firmly, trying to mask their annoyance. "Could you please take your phone conversation somewhere else? It's quite disruptive, and I'm trying to work here."

Damian's eyes widened in surprise as he finally registered the impact of his actions on the others around him. He quickly ended the call and lowered his voice. "My apologies. I didn't realize I was being so disruptive."

[Y/N] sighed, their frustration dissipating a bit as Damian's apologetic tone caught them off guard. "Just please remember to be more considerate next time. We're all trying to focus here."

Realizing his mistake, Damian's expression softened. "You're right, I should have been more aware. I didn't mean to disturb you."

Feeling a pang of guilt for their initial irritation, [Y/N] softened their tone as well. "It's okay. Just be mindful of your surroundings next time."

Silence settled between them, a mix of tension and curiosity lingering in the air. Damian's gaze flickered to [Y/N]'s laptop screen, noticing their work. "May I ask what you're working on?"

[Y/N] glanced at Damian, their annoyance fading further as they saw genuine curiosity in his eyes. They gestured toward the empty chair across from them. "If you're genuinely interested, you can join me. Just keep the volume down."

A flicker of appreciation and curiosity danced in Damian's eyes as he took a seat. The conversation flowed naturally as [Y/N] shared their passion for writing, and Damian opened up about his own ventures beyond the world of vigilante justice.

As they spent more time together, Damian's initial annoyance and [Y/N]'s frustration were replaced by a mutual understanding. They discovered that beneath their initial clash, there was a shared love for their respective crafts.

Days turned into weeks, and the cafe encounters became a regular occurrence. Damian gradually learned the importance of keeping his phone conversations private and respectful of others. In turn, [Y/N] discovered a kinder, more considerate side of Damian that went beyond his sometimes brash exterior.

Their interactions at the cafe evolved into something more—a blossoming friendship grounded in mutual respect and shared interests. And as the weeks passed, [Y/N] couldn't help but wonder if there was potential for something deeper between them.

One rainy afternoon, as [Y/N] sat at their usual table, engrossed in their writing, they couldn't shake the feeling of someone's eyes on them. Looking up, they found Damian standing by their table, a slightly nervous expression on his face.

"Hey, [Y/N]," he began, his voice gentle yet uncertain. "I know we've been spending a lot of time together, and I wanted to ask... Would you be interested in going out on a proper date with me? No phones involved, I promise."

Surprised yet pleasantly taken aback, [Y/N] couldn't help but smile. "I'd love to, Damian. No phones, just us."

And so, their relationship took a new turn, guided by shared passions, understanding, and a budding romance that flourished amidst the clatter of coffee cups and the aroma of freshly brewed conversations.

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #robin x reader #damian wayne x y/n #robin x y/n #damian wayne imagines #dc imagines #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc universe #damian wayne x you

[danyvhell-writes]

vere hcs? preferably for a sub reader but it's fine either way!! thx a lot :P

General Vere headcanons (Touchstarved)

GN reader - no warnings | Thanks for the ask <333 Took me more time than I planned but here it is ! (Sorry for the wait lil anon, I was quite busy this month :') Writing about him was so fun, he's just so malicious and silly ?? Hope you'll like it hehe >:)

• Anything becomes a reason to tease you ! A little smile you gave him ? A blush ? Stammering even just a bit ? He will tease you to death if he can.

• He sees everything. Think you can hide something from him ? Ah, how naive of you. If something bothers you he will know, don't try to put on a mask. "Oh someone seems upset hm..." "No I'm not !" "I just said someone, why do you think you were targeted MC ? Care to explain yourself ?" he says with his devious little smile. You don't even need to speak, he reads you like an open book :').

• Not one to talk about his feelings openly but definitely makes you know when he appreciates your company ! It might be by taking you to private operas, going to fancy teahouse, gifting you little paintings he did, inviting you for shopping and more...

• Want to know how he truly feels ? Pay attention to his ears. They tell a lot more than he does, depending on how they twitch, their angle and much more... reading him becomes way easier.

• Would 100% write you letters. Casual letters where he just writes about his life, spicy letters where he describes in various ways how he would devour you... Whenever he needs to express something, he writes to you and doesn't even expect an answer ! You'll open your enveloppe and see "I can't believe Vanessa, this absolute rotten bitch, stole my silver ring ! Can you believe it MC ? I should rip her finger off with the ring and keep it so she remembers her wrong..."

• If he can get any reaction from you, it's a win. Loves to see how you'll respond to his flirty proposition, especially if you get flustered 👀

• You know this type of people who hit furnitures/stuff when they laugh ? Well Vere does it but with his tail, tell a funny joke and you can be sure you'll get hit (gently...or not) with it !

• Would be thrilled to analyze your sketchbook if you're an artist. Trying to hide it from him ? Not an option, you will show him everything ! I just know he'll sneak it to look through every pages, taking notes of striking elements and how your artstyle translates with different techniques.

→ Drawing sessions with him omg ! At first he'd joke about needing a live model and why not try nude modeling but at the end you guys end up super concentrated in your respective art piece. Definitely wouldn't mind becoming your muse tho...

↑ Adding into this but, he'd leave little notes and cute doodles when you're not looking. You just open your sketchbook and see next to your recent stuff "The lines are timid I know you can do better ;)"or "I was there..." or even "Draw me next time ! I'll be the best piece."

• The both of you together can easily become absolute menace to society. The cheer chaos you can cause is too much for this city ! If Kuras ever finds out about your malicious plans, he'll be disappointed.

• Will let you brush his hair and tail if you're good enough. "Mess with my hair and you know what awaits you !" Please convince him to try new hairstyles, make him even prettier than he already is >:)

• As much as he is an expensive fox, he'll enjoy homemade gifts. He won't show it too much but he keeps everything you've made for him at his place. Bonus point if it's decorative pieces ! (The thought of you taking time to put effort into something for him makes him smile more than he can admit).

• This man likes to cook so don't hesitate giving him recipes you like. Not sure he'll succeed preparing them but the effort is always well put ! If you're good in a kitchen, he'll find an excuse to cook/bake with you.

• Enjoys showing you around the city, especially secret places. He doesn't just share his secret spots with anyone so you can feel privileged !

→ Talking about spots he likes, he will take you to his favourite restaurants. You'd expect fancy, luxurious place but no ! Most of them are little family business owned by the same people since decades. The food is straight up heavenly and you let him know. "I've been around this city long enough to know the best places ! You shouldn't be surprised."

• Grows really protective of you. Of course he knows you can defend yourself, but if anyone dares to hurt you, they'll have to face lethal consequences. Anyone threatening you "Do you want me to break their kneecaps ? I can also hit their sciatic nerve if you wish ! Or maybe-" "Vere no."

• If you enjoy some good gossip, you're gonna be fed just right with this guy ! We know he knows everything, he's the ears of the city. Juicy drama to shocking revelation, he's got every type of story in stock ! All you gotta do is ask and the conversation will last for hours.

• If you're in his presence, forget about personal space. Your space is his now ! His body will always be in contact with yours, even if it's not noticeable at first.

• Makeover ? Yes. You will be his personal doll. If he has to test outfits, color combinations or other stuff you'll be his subject ! He'll try a lot of different clothes on you until you look like the hottest person alive (after him). Dressing you up is one of his favourite activities and of course you guys would wear matching outfits. You two are just ✨fashion✨.

• Don't know why but I feel like he would love playing board/card games, especially if they involve money ! Think you can win against him ? Nope no chance, bluffing is too easy for him and he's an absolute beast (pun intended). Just picture him playing 'loup-garou' (The werewolves of miller's hollow in english I think ? My french ass can't remember), I know he'd kill it !

• Has a very distinctive laugh. You could hear him from miles away and recognize him instantly ! Also it's kinda infectious, if he starts bursting out laughing, you'll easily follow into it.

• This man growls. Like literally. It doesn't happen a lot but whenever he does it always surprises you.

• This is him :

#touchstarved game #vere #touchstarved vere #touchstarved #vere x reader #gn reader #vere touchstarved #headcanons #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved demo #red spring studios #asks #answered asks #this fox sure is foxy... #I want to engage in complete chaos with him like fr #evil fox evil #my hcs

[morgysfics]

Bonds with assignments.

Kai Anderson x afab reader.

Smut oneshot.

– Kai assigned you to help him around after being shot during his speech; though, clearly, Kai's independence makes it somewhat difficult. You were glad to assist him regardless to show your everlasting appreciation to him. That appreciation has gone a long way... and Kai definitely noticed.

"D– Damn it, Kai, you can't… move like that."

"It'll be fine."

"It won't. Please be careful, it'll rip…!"

"I know my own body, Y/N. Trust me."

Riiiip.

"Kai…"

You sat next to your dear leader as you helped him sit comfortably on his couch. Your eyes drifted to the cane that Kai had finally placed against the arm of the chair as he shuffled into the cushion.

"It's just one stitch," Kai spoke with a reassuring voice.

"You… asked for my help, I'd rather you not refuse to take it…" You paused for a moment, almost hesitant to say what you did next. "Do you still want me to assist you?"

"Hm," he hummed at your words before he looked up from his leg to your face; his eyes meeting yours. He always knew how to do that in a way that made you feel like it was just the two of you in the whole world. "I like your company."

You knew you shouldn't have been taken back by his words but his forwardness always made you a little nervous somehow. "That's nice, Kai, but–"

"Then quit complaining."

You furrowed your brows a little as you looked to him. He was way too stubborn for his own good – even after being shot, he still insisted that he could run everything around here. You knew it wasn't your company… Surely. He just needed help with things he wasn't so easily accessed to with his healing wound now.

"D'you… need your papers?" you asked like you were always nervous how he'd reply, even if you were comfortable with him and trusted him, somehow he always still made you nervous. 

"Yeah," he replied, a bluntness in his voice. "The one in the blue folder. Do you know the one?"

You simply offered Kai a nod as you stood up and made your way over to his desk. It sure began to gather more and more folders, files and paperwork since his new army decided to join. Another personal cult of his that showed up all of their own accord. You didn't like those men at all, but you knew Kai trusted them. And you trusted him. You always trusted him.

When you picked up the folder and walked back over to him, you handed him the folder to which he took and placed it on the couch to his right. "Pen?" he asked, his dark eyes on the folder as he opened it.

"Here," you offered as you held a metallic pen out to him. The pen was engraved with his name on it; something he was giving out during his election time. 

As you lingered there for a moment, your eyes fell to the blood that was seeping through his cargo pants. It wasn't a lot but if you didn't put pressure on it, it was sure to cause an infection. That much you knew.

"Kai," you spoke up, though your voice was soft and almost meek. "Can I… You're bleeding."

Kai's attention stayed on the papers in the flowers for a moment, twirling the pen around his fingers. "Y/N, do you think I should give my next speech away from the square?"

"I…"

When he didn't answer, you let out a soft sigh before falling to your knees next to him to his right, making sure to stay away from the papers. Before you could draw his attention to your words again, you watched as his inky eyes danced across the printed words on the pages. He looked so focused; so determined. It wasn't any wonder these men came out of nowhere and obeyed his every word. Kai Anderson was smart. He was ruthless, you knew that. You'd seen it. But he knew what he could do for the world. What he could do for you.

"Y/N," Kai muttered, his eyes still on the paper.

"Uh," you stuttered slightly as you seemed to come back from your thoughts, "Y– Yes?"

"Do you want me to show you the loose stitch?"

Your eyelashes flutter for a moment, like you were finally returning to reality. "Yes. Please, if that's alright…"

"Mhm," Kai hummed a yes before standing himself up slowly, his hand finding the edge of the arm of the couch. 

"C– Careful," you spoke softly as you stood up, holding him steady.

Your eyes watched Kai bring his hands to the button of his pants and pop it undone. And then the zip. You felt your heart beat faster in your chest as you turned away. This was always so intimate, you'd done it twice already but every time… It brought a blush to your cheeks.

Kai never seemed to care; surely you knew he wouldn't anyway. He had other important things to take care of. Like his paperwork that he seemed to instantly go back to as he sat down.

When his dark eyes stayed glued on the words in front of him, you were trying to focus your attention to his wound on his thigh; rather than anything else. "I can… just patch it with a butterfly stitch. No need for anything too dramatic," you explained as you kneeled in front of him. 

"That's good," Kai simply replied.

You pulled your eyes from his wound and towards the coffee table in the middle of the room. Under it, you had kept a small first aid kit since looking after Kai the last two weeks; almost like you were sure he'd do something so stubborn to break the stitches. And you were right.

Kai's eyes drifted along the paper in front of him, though a silent flicker of his attention drew to you quickly before shifting back to the files. "You were right to have that there, afterall, Y/N," 

When you tugged on the white, small plastic box and placed it on the table; you opened it and searched for those white strips. "Just… Be careful moving around, okay…?"

Pushing back some of the other first aid inside, you found a butterfly stitch at the bottom – closing the box again and turning your body back to Kai, your eyes drifting to the wound which was seeping a little bit of blood; the red stain glistening against the yellowish light that seemed to also stain the basement.

"These aren't as strong as the hospital's stitches…" you said softly as you placed a cotton swab against the blood to soak it up. "So, you can't do too much while it's keeping it together."

"They should've dissolved by then," Kai spoke up.

"Y– Yes, they have a little already, just…"

You pulled the cotton swab away before finally placing the strip across the wound; you were thankful the wound wasn't as severe anymore and you didn't have to take him to the hospital. If he just kept still from until the wound began to properly heal and scar over.

"Alright, it's done. Do you feel okay, Kai…?" you asked, your eyes flicking from the stitches to his face; an air of concern yet admiration loomed in your chest.

Despite Kai's tougher exterior, he did always seem to be thankful for your efforts. The way his voice softened when it was just the two of you together. Especially like right now.

"I'll be fine with you here."

Your attention was brought to Kai's handsome face when he spoke so kindly to you. You'd heard it before. And not just to you. You knew he was only ever just trying to be the best leader he could be. But regardless, though you wouldn't admit it out loud, it made you melt.

"You're almost done with those papers?" you asked, noticing him flick to the last file in the folder. "It's the red one, righ–"

"Y/N," Kai spoke up now, though his voice stayed almost subtle. "You've been so good to me."

Before you could reply, you felt the palm of Kai's hand rest on top of your head causing you to look him in the eyes – that seriousness that usually lingered in them seemed to evanesce just for a moment. Long enough for you to notice; he was being sincere with you. At least, you thought so.

"Well…" you muttered softly. "I—"

Before you could even finish the sincere words back to him, your eyes narrowed and your brows raised on your head when you felt Kai's lips press against yours. He was firm about it; like he meant it, yet it was soft enough that it made you want to loiter on his lips for so much longer, like a ghost to a haunted house with unfinished business, when he finally pulled away.

His fingers seemed to be wrapped around your chin slightly as he held you close to him. "I want you to stay with me – by my side when I get in office," Kai whispered against your lips. "D'you think you can do that for me, Y/N?"

Your eyes were glued to his, darting between the two pools of inky blackness staring into your soul like he could understand everything you wanted to say without speaking a word.

"Kai, I… would do anything for you." Your words seemed to slip off your tongue like hot butter; sweet and without control. "Anything."

Kai seemed to smile at your words, his thumb tracing your bottom lip before planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth. He brought his lips to your ear, with a sultry tone, he spoke softly, "Then let's do anything we want to. Together, Y/N."

You felt your heart racing in your chest, a burning in your ears as you felt your face flush. He always knew exactly what to say to you. It was true, you would do anything for him. How else could you thank him for everything he'd done for you?

"Together…" You seemed to echo that word more just to confirm that he said it.

"Y/N," Kai spoke softly, still so close to you. "I can hear your heartbeat. It sounds like a whirlpool."

"I… I'm sorry, I just–"

Kai simply shook his head before pulling back and leaning against the back of the couch. "Come closer."

You glanced up at him, watching as his dark eyes peered down at you; like Cupid's arrows striking you over and over. You only wished you could stay this close to him always. Just to show your appreciation for this man who's only done good to you.

"For everything you've done for me, Y/N, I want us to have such a closer bond," Kai explained, his voice coated with his usual authority in it; though it seemed to top with sincerity.

"I'd… want that too," you replied in almost a mutter, like you understood what he was implying.

Your cult leader's almost black eyes seemed to gloss over with a sense of longing as he gazed down at you kneeling in front of him, your own bright eyes like a doe in a headlights – but those headlights were something you were so daring to face. Especially with that look that Kai held in his own dark whirlpool eyes as he peered down at you.

"You want that too," Kai echoed your words like he was sure you wanted to be as close to him as he so desired. Kai Anderson had you wrapped around his finger from the beginning – and you knew that. You were happy with that. With him.

You gave him a simple nod before you watched as he pushed his fingers into his underwear – with a tug, he pulled out his semi-hard cock, his fingers wrapped around the base. You'd not seen anything like his. Your eyes drifted up from the base to the tip in pure worship. And that was what you wished to do.

"Y/N," Kai spoke with a softness in his tone, "This is going to be our own special bond. Something that'll connect us forever."

Your attention was still glued to his prick in his hands, watching as you could see it grow as he spoke. Holy shit.

"Yes, Y/–?"

"Yes."

You responded in a way that a fire would to gunpowder. Instantly and with incitement.

Kai laughed softly through his nose, that smile still on his lips. "Good."

When your eyes drifted up to his, almost like you were asking for permission, Kai gave you a nod before you glanced down back at his cock standing up in front of you. With all those 'little lamb' pet names, you sure felt like one around this lion now.

You felt the racing of your heart beat even quicker than before, you could practically feel it in your ears. As well as between your thighs.

Almost with shy hesitation, you brought yourself closer to Kai before you reached out with both hands, wrapping your fingers round the base of his cock; making your hands look so small in the process. "Hot…" you murmured softly, the feeling of Kai's hot skin against yours almost felt burning.

Your eyes flickered up to your leader once more before you finally moved your lips to the tip, your tongue lapping the bead of precum that laid so beautifully at the top. It tasted somewhat sour but that you didn't mind; secretly you were hoping for more.

Your fingers flexed around his hard cock a little before pushing it back slightly as your tongue curled around the tip. You could feel a heat burning between your thighs now, your slick wetting your panties. You dreamed about doing such dirty things with Kai even before joining the cult; watching him make his speeches on television had your fingers making circles on your clit. Having his cock against your tongue right now felt like heaven sent.

As your brows curled up and your hips twirled behind you, your tongue lapped the new precum leaking from the tip before gliding your tongue from top to bottom – your eyes glancing up to Kai for a moment.

When his eyes met yours, his lips parted and he smiled down at you, his hand cupping your cheek; Kai's fingertips just under your ear. "My sweet good girl."

His voice was laced with a caramel tone, only making his praise sound that much gratifying. His voice alone made your pussy flutter with appreciation for your admirable cult leader. Your Kai Anderson.

You brought your knees closer to him on the floor, mostly to find some kind of edge to your panties, some traction as you worked on him; your tongue and lips still dancing so vigorously against his thick cock.

A hungry moan escapes your lips when you pulled away from him for a mere second before your parted them over his tip, pushing your mouth over his twitching cock, somehow it felt even hotter than before, and fuck, did it make you want him even more.

"You continue to impress me, Y/N… My little lamb." Kai spoke with that sultry nuance in his voice, his hand on your cheek now moved to the top of your head, like an owner would a dog.

You almost reached the base of his cock before you felt it hit the back of your throat. Your eyes practically rolled back before closing them tightly and pulling him from your mouth, you repeated that a few times over, trying your damnedest to get further each time. You could feel drool run down your lips and chin now, slicking Kai's cock completely with your spit.

"Y/N," Kai muttered so softly, though you could hear him say it through clenched teeth.

When you pulled his cock half way off your mouth to look at him, he reached out and wiped the bottom of your chin with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth, laying the pad of his thumb on your tongue. "Come up here, my pet."

You could barely form any words, even with his thumb between your lips, your mind was drunk on his cock, as much as you were thinking about Kai entirely, the taste of his cock and precum still laid pleasantly in your mouth and mind.

Kai pushed his pants down a little more before patting his thighs, his hand just above where you placed the stitches from before.

"K– Kai…" you barely muttered back to him. "I can't– Your stitch–"

"Don't worry about it," Kai replied, cutting you off. He bent forward and his hand found yours, still slick from holding his cock from before. He led you to stand and pulled you over on top of him, your legs now either side of him on the couch. "I want to finish our bonding."

You gave him a dazed nod before you noticed Kai's fingers hook around your panties, pulling them down enough so that you could finally pull them off entirely yourself. When you did, Kai took them from you and placed them next to him, almost to say 'For next time.'

"Kai…" your voice broke a little when you echoed his name. "Want…"

"Want what?" he asked, so daringly like he didn't already know.

"To finish… our bond…"

He gave you a smile, though this time, it was a smug one. One you've seen many times but not at you. Oh, not at you until now.

Kai pushed your skirt up with ease before one hand went around your waist so fondly, easing you down onto his cock with his other. 

Your eyes lingered on his as he drifted from your pussy stretching out over his cock to your face, you watched as he parted his lips ever so slightly, his tongue curling over his top teeth a little. That expression was enough to drive you insane.

"Aah…! Kai, you're… ngh, it's not going to… fit…" You barely broke your words through quick, soft moans.

"Shh," Kai hushed you, both of his hands on your hips now as he eased you over half way down now. "You're doing so good."

Your lips parted as the hot pain was replaced by pleasure – a long, breathy moan escaping your lips as the palm of your hands found Kai's chest, your fingertips pressing eagerly into the fabric of his button up shirt that hung open so effortlessly at the top. 

"Fuck," Kai groaned softly through his own agape mouth as you squeezed around him, finally feeling his tip at your core.

"Kai…," you muttered his name along with a moan like it tasted like nothing but sweet honey. "Love… you."

Oh, you hadn't said that before. Not out loud at least. And definitely not to Kai.

"I know, my little lamb." Kai wandered his hands up your body to your face, resting each of his big hands on your cheeks as he looked to you, your eyes barely staying open to keep your attention on him. Kai admired that expression laying on your face – an expression that always held admiration for him and him alone. Oh, how he thrived from it. "We'll complete this bonding moment of ours tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow…?" you barely muttered, your brows curled up on your forehead.

"This is the beginning," Kai replied before he placed his hands back on your hips, pulling you up a little, which caused you to whimper. "Tomorrow, ngh… We'll kill that senator. Together, yeah?"

That senator. The one that humiliated Kai on TV?

"Yes," you answered him like you wanted to please him – not just physically, but in every way possible. "Yes. I'll do that."

"Good girl."

Kai then thrusted up into you, a slow and steady pace as he watched your expression, what could only be described as pure pleasure, pressure into your face. Your body reacted instantly with Kai's movements, your legs flexing against Kai's on either side of yours.

"Kai– Mm, fuck… Feels…–!"

Your words scarcely left your parted lips through your whimpers and moans – you could feel Kai's cock only get bigger inside you with each thrust, causing your forehead to find his shoulder, your hands tightening around his shirt.

"I'll take his place and we can–" Kai groaned as he kept his hands tightly around your waist, your skirt dancing around his fingers, "–be together forever."

Forever.

Forever.

Together forever.

Kai's words were running circles in your head as you felt him pump quicker and faster into you, your eyes clenching together as you felt your core begin to heat up with a knot in your stomach. "Kai…! I'm going to…!"

"Cum, my pet." Kai's voice in your ear sounded heavenly amongst the soft moans. "Show me that love."

You let out a whimper before you finally felt it. That hot sensation in your whole body seemed to explode where you and Kai were connected the most. "Kai!"

A smirk laid carelessly on Kai's face, his dimples on his cheeks adding a sense of innocence to him. "Such obedience… You really are– ngh…" Kai felt himself getting closer now, his jaw clenching before his lips parted again, "my favourite."

With those words leaving his lips, you wrapped your entire arms around him now, taking in every feeling of being so close to Kai Anderson. As you did, your pussy clenched harder around his big cock, those girlish whines of yours accompanying the euphoric feeling.

Kai bit down on his bottom lip before letting out a moan himself – and with a few more fast paced thrusts into you, he stopped as his hands flexed hard around your waist, holding you in place as he felt his cum shoot out into you, painting your pussy like a canvas.

"Fuck." As Kai's hand fell from your waist and went to your back, you felt your body collapse against him, your pussy full of Kai's cock and juices.

You both stayed there for a moment, your heavy breaths the only sound echoing in the basement. You wished you could stay in this moment forever – maybe you could. Just being around Kai felt like this. And with tomorrow's assignment…

"I look forward… to tomorrow, Kai…" you whispered softly, your forehead still comfortably against his shoulder.

Kai chuckled slightly, his arms holding you that much closer before he let out a sigh.

"Hm,

me too."

#mfic.txt #chara: kai anderson #genre: smut #media: american horror story #type: x reader #kai anderson x reader #ahs cult #evan peters

[winchesterandpie]

Done waiting

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader

Word Count: 1621

Warnings: Very self-indulgent, major insecurities, lots of fluff/comfort

A/N: I really appreciate the support on the other Rooster fics I've been posting--you guys are making it fun to post! This is based on a post that tumblr won't let me link, though I think it was originally intended to have a more goofy tone, so my apologies. Nonetheless, I enjoyed writing it! Without further ado, here you go!

You had been best friends with Rooster since you met in the Top Gun program. Somewhere along the line, you’d fallen in love with him. If you were someone else, you might have told him. However, you were well aware that he couldn’t feel the same, so you never said anything.

It was easier to ignore after Top Gun, when you were both on distant assignments and only able to text or call occasionally. Now, summoned back to Top Gun, for a mission they wouldn’t tell you about until you arrived, you were terrified. For yourself, sure, but also for Rooster. The fear for him was what had your feelings threatening to bubble over.

You needed to get it under control tonight, before the training started. Unfortunately, Rooster was making that difficult.

“Hey, are you okay, Hawk?” The man himself nudged your shoulder, snapping you back to awareness

“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.” You flashed a tight smile before taking a swig of your drink.

“‘Bout what?”

“They’ve called us all back here. It’s gotta be something serious, I just can’t figure out what.”

“I’m sure they’ll tell us tomorrow. No sense in worrying just yet.”

“Who said I was worried, Roose?”

“Please, I know you. Your eyebrows draw together here,” he said, lifting his hand to touch the spot between them, “and they lift just a little.”

“It’s that obvious, huh?” you chuckled.

“Just to me.” Rooster’s half-smile matched yours. “C’mon, let’s go for a walk. We can catch up.”

“So, how was overseas? Meet anyone special?” you asked once you were out of the Hard Deck.

He laughed, leaning into you to stay upright. “No, no, nothing like that.”

“Oh, I find that hard to believe, big guy. They weren’t swooning over your every flex?” you teased.

“I’ll have you know I don’t just go around flexing.”

“Mmhmm, whatever you say.”

“What about you, then?” Rooster grinned, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What about me?”

“Meet anybody lately?”

“Nah, that was never my thing.” You brushed it off, dropping your gaze. You hadn’t had anyone interested in you before, and you weren’t going to start moping about it now. Certainly you weren’t planning to tell Bradley anything about it. Instead, you turned it back to him once again. “Really? No crushes, no dates, nothing?”

“Well, I…” It was his time to duck his head, catching your attention. “Not--”

“Uh uh, what was that?”

“What was what?” He turned toward you, stopping in the sand.

“You hesitated! There’s definitely someone.” Despite your teasing, his clear interest in someone hit you like a punch in the gut.

“Who said there was someone?” he deflected.

“Please, I know you,” you parroted his words from earlier.

“Fine, alright,” he admitted with a sigh. “There is someone I like.”

“Ooh, and the whole Navy is full of broken hearts for it.” Your heart was among them. “When did that start? Have you said anything to them?”

“I’ve been dropping the most insanely obvious hints for a few years now.” He started walking again, his shoulders drooping ever so slightly before he spoke again. “No response from her.”

“Ok, but what you think is obvious isn’t always actually obvious. You’re sure she would pick up on it?” Quietly, you told yourself that Rooster was your best friend. If this was how he would be happy, you resigned yourself to helping him win over his mystery crush.

“Phoenix said she could see it from a mile away.”

“You told Phoenix before me?” That stung.

“No, she saw it happen. Came up to me to tease me afterward.” It stung less, but the ache in your chest didn’t lessen with it.

“She sounds a little stupid, no offense.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, not stupid. She’s quite smart, actually. Just a bit dense.” 

The undeniable fondness in his voice hurt. You had never been under any illusion that he would be interested in you. Bradley was so far out of your league in every way that mattered. Given time, you knew you would get better at acting. Perhaps you would even get past your feelings for him.

“Maybe you just need to be more obvious?” you suggested.

“How would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe just say it to her. Maybe ‘Hey, I love you,’ or something like that.”

“Not a bad idea,” he acknowledged before turning to address you by your name. Your real name, not your callsign. “Hey, I love you.”

“Exactly like that.” You swallowed the hurt of knowing he wouldn’t ever mean that about you no matter how much you wished he would. “Now just tell it to her. And let me know how it goes.” You bumped his shoulder with yours.

“Wow.”

“And y’know, if she still doesn’t get it, she’s too dumb for you, Roose.”

He said your name again.

You wished he would stop. Stop making you melt with just his voice. Stop making you feel things you knew better than to feel. Stop making you wonder if he might just reciprocate. Stop making you wish for what might be.

“What?”

“Do you really not know?” he asked, his face scrunching in confusion.

“Know what? You’re not making any sense.”

“Hawk, it’s you. I love you.”

You laughed incredulously and something like anger grew in his face. Still, you shook your head as you started off down the beach again. “No, no you don’t.”

He stood there for a second, stunned, before jogging after you. “What the hell do you mean I don’t?”

“I mean you don’t love me. You can’t…” You cut yourself off, trying not to cry. “You can’t love me.” 

The anger in his face creased into concern when he heard the sob you choked off. His arms opened, reaching for you. You went to him without hesitation, wrapping your arms around him as you tried to force your shoulders not to shake. His hand held the back of your head, keeping you secure against him. Bradley’s breathing was deep and even, something you used to slow your own gasping breaths. He held you for a long minute, even after you calmed.

“Why can’t I love you?” he asked quietly.

“Why would anyone?” you returned his question with another. “Especially you. You’re… everything--brilliant, talented, funny, gorgeous, kind, everything--and I… I’m just me. You could have anyone you wanted and I just don’t see how you could want me.”

He squeezed you tighter for a minute before he pulled back to look at you. You avoided his gaze, still sniffling a little. His hand moved to your chin, gently encouraging you to lift your head. After a moment, you did, bringing your eyes to his briefly.

“Sweetheart, I--”

You cut him off with a hand over his mouth. “If you’re going to keep talking, I want you to be sure you mean it. I had a guy ask me out as a joke once and I don’t think I could handle it if you did that to me too.”

Bradley took hold of your wrist, moving your hand so it rested over his heart. “I promise you, I would never do that.” He waited for you to nod before he continued. “I do love you. I have since you gave me that old record.”

“Really? That was all the way back when we were in Top Gun.” When you chuckled weakly, his lips tilted up into a half-smile.

“Yeah. I’ve been trying to work up to asking you out since then. Better late than never, I guess.”

“Technically, you still haven’t.” You might have winked at him if you didn’t still feel raw. As it was, you managed a teasing tone that broadened his grin.

“You’re absolutely right. Allow me to rectify that mistake.” Bradley tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear. This time when he said your name, delicious shivers ran down your spine. “Let me take you on a date?”

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”  You felt warm as he looked at you in the moonlight. Perhaps it was the reflection of that light that seemed to glow in his eyes that made you braver. “I love you too, Bradley.”

“Yeah?” Shyness colored his tone--a rarity for him.

“Since you found me that time on the beach. You know which one.” You smiled, watching his hazel eyes. “I… I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have laughed.”

“Hey, no, it’s okay. I understand,” he reassured immediately. “I wish you knew how amazing you are, but until then, can you trust me to believe it for both of us?”

“There’s no one on this earth I trust more than you,” you said, your gaze turning a little uncertain after a moment. “You might have to remind me once in a while, though.”

He pulled you back into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leaning his cheek there. “I’ll remind you as often as you need for as long as you let me.”

You were fighting tears again, this time wondering how you had possibly gotten so lucky. Bradley didn’t say anything, just held you close. He let you be the one to pull back, and you tucked yourself into his side for the walk back to his car.

���So, about that date,” you started, grinning up at him. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, I was thinking we could make dinner, get ice cream, the whole nine yards.”

“When are you gonna pick me up, sunshine?”

“Same as always, sweetheart,” he squeezed you closer by the shoulders, kissing your forehead. “6 sharp from the locker room after whatever their training is tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me neither.”

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw #top gun #top gun maverick

[beautifulpersonpeach]

bpp lemme be sappy and incoherent for a min…

i saw this tiktok of bts’ solo era so far and i just wanna say that i’m glad that they know army doesn’t expect anything from them but music. GOOD MUSIC. like historically so many idols have gone on to do non music things after their peaks but bts knows that the core of their fandom are music fans. fans of THEIR music especially. bts as a whole prides themselves as being musicians and army prides ourselves as being fans of musicians.

idk. i guess i just wanted to appreciate how diverse this era has been musically and how proud i am of them doing the music they want even if i dont always enjoy it cuz someone else is bound to, yknow? i’m so freaking proud of their output. they’re amazing

***

It just tugs on your heartstrings doesn’t it? Even Jin who doesn’t have a full album yet, the song he made with Coldplay in only a few months doesn’t feel rushed or half-assed. It feels like a (sappy) sweet letter (in Chris Martin’s ink) from a friend you’ll be seeing before too long.

From Hoseok producing the beauty that is Jack in the Box; to Joon’s archive of his 20s with some of the best collaborations for a Korean artist in Indigo; to Jimin’s episodic processing of the personal struggles he dealt with during the pandemic in FACE; to Yoongi’s culmination of the AGUST D trilogy in D-DAY; to Taehyung’s expression of the music that most feels like him in Layover; and finally, Jungkook pushing himself out of his comfort zone to make a full album in a language he doesn’t speak, showcasing his skill set of ever-improving vocal ability, in classic pop songs in several genres that he’s selected to showcase his personal taste.

All the boys have done well. The assignment was to serve music, and they’ve all delivered. Some songs are more my taste than others, but I can acknowledge the work they’ve all done and I respect it.

And this isn’t really what you’re talking about Anon, but please let me go on a short tangent here.

I’ve seen chatter here and there about how Jungkook isn’t mature in his interview answers. About how he apparently comes across as a clueless puppet who can’t articulate his views eloquently, but like I said about the discourse around Jimin’s apparent lack of contribution to BTS, or Jin’s apparent lack of skill - sometimes that criticism is warranted, but most of the time people who say things like this frankly have no idea what they’re talking about.

A few of you have sent me asks months back, to give my view on Jungkook the way I’ve done about Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok etc recently. I didn’t answer because I was waiting for Golden. Now that the album’s out, I’m sitting with it and will respond to those asks before too long.

But before that, I want to draw attention to this excerpt from Jungkook’s interview in The Atlantic.

*

In my draft reply to the asks wanting me to talk about Jungkook, I start with saying he’s a very simple person. That’s both his charm and the thing that confuses a lot of people about him, because many of us are anything but simple, so when faced with a man like him living the life he’s living, some people respond with suspicion or bewilderment.

Simple motivations, simple words, simple considerations - this is what I’ve observed in JK for the past 10 years. He’s younger than all the members but no less intelligent that the rest of the guys on average. He knows how to communicate what he means, he just usually has a preference to do it simply, and that’s what he did in that paragraph.

I’m excited to see how he’s going to become a global pop star, even bigger than he is now, because he’s certainly got the talent and skill to show real results. I’m proud of all the projects the boys have put out so far.

By their own words, one point of Chapter 2 was to showcase their individual colours, to show the world who makes up a group like BTS, so people could more clearly see what each member brings to the table, while the guys push themselves to learn new things, expand their skillsets, and hone their individual artistry to create a stronger, more nimble group.

*

So far so good. It seems to be going according to plan despite everything lol. I’m excited to get Joon’s next work, PJM2, Hobi’s release, Jin’s album, and all the other goodies lined up for us in Chapter 2. It’s been a trip and it’s only going to get wilder.

#bts #jimin #Jungkook #jikook #Namjoon #Hoseok #Yoongi #Taehyung #SeokJin #bts chapter 2

[foursaints]

i know you get asked this probably 16 times a day but as a fellow artist who usually paints based off of references of real pics and trying to be somewhat realistic. how did you develop your style? did it take awhile, or was it pretty immediate? did you start out doing mediums like painting and drawing and transition to digital or was it always digital? final question: do you have any “tips” or “words of wisdom” for silly people like me who wanna try digital art but never have and because i never have im too scared to try…? sorry for the elephant stampede of questions i just really love your art and would love to know YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS!!! (please)

hi ♡♡!! this is so kind & honestly i'm incredibly touched... I forget that people even like my silly art so this had me making 🥺 eyes at my phone. i will answer your questions to the best of my abilities!!!

i'm putting it under the cut so i can attach examples lol

DON'T BE SCARED OF THE SWITCH TO DIGITAL!! it's so fun and the undo button will change your life... come take my hand... my biggest tip is to watch speedpaints! that was really huge for me when making the switch. find artists with styles close to yours & pay attention to their steps (how many layers they have, how they do lineart, do they use overlays, etc). if you do this a lot, you can get a clearer sense for how the digital workflow/process can look for you

i feel like kind of a pompous asshole discussing my own "style" or whatever 😭😭 my silly yaoi fanart 😭😭 but i do want to answer your questions!!! i started out drawing traditionally but i transitioned to digital when i was 16. and for a very long time i was one of the people who drew with my finger on my iphone .......i def get the most questions about my style & the unsatisfying answer is that it's pretty much always been there. it's evolved over time in a way i can't really describe so i'll show it visually

(my examples are all my ocs in an attempt to get you guys to be curious about them)

^ i did a redraw pretty recently so i can put that here!! these are the same characters from Jan 2020 -> March 2024... the first one was drawn on my literal phone lmfao. to me it's almost as though my "style" has always been there, but it's become like... yassified?

^ my art looked like this in 2020-2021

^ and like this in 2018-2019 when i was still doing trad

sorry for responding to your questions with an elephant stampede of images lmfao!!! I APPRECIATE YOU!! i guess my only words of wisdom are that even if it's intimating, you will never look back & regret trying something artistically. looking at my own stuff like this, im the cringiest yaoi artist EVERRR but im still doing it because it's the most fun when you're being self-indulgent.

i really really wish you the best on your art journey! thank you so much for writing & i hope my answers weren't too long-winded ♡♡

#a #i need to learn to Say Less #EITHER WAY I APPRECIATE THIS SM I HOPE YOU ENJOY !!! #saintsocs #<- look i’m making a tag. i feel like i posted them enough here #foursaints art tag

[atomic--peach]

Imagine: Severus and the Marauders helping you escape an arranged marriage.

Pt 1/?

(Young!Severus x Reader)

(Warning: mentions of SH)

The anguished wails that had echoed off the domed ceiling of the astronomy tower had subsided into choked sobs.

Your face buried into his chest, Severus gripped you tightly as your whole body jerked and trembled and you gasped out the last of your sobs violently.

"I won't do it" Your grip on his cloak tightened. "I won't, they can't make me! I'm 18 now, I don't have to if I don't..."

You trailed off, both of you aware of how hollow those assertions were. At the end of the year, you family would meet you at the train station, and traffic you off to some chapel or ministry office and all but physically force you to sign the marriage certificate.

"Oh, God" a fresh round of sobs threatened to wash over you as your breathed deeply. "I can't, I can't do it."

Severus wished he had some words of comfort, some grand plan to protect you from what was to come. But when you dropped the news on him, it was as if all the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

"I'm sorry" He breathed, "Darling, please we'll think of something. We just need some time."

You only had two days.

You sighed, wiping your eyes and drawing away from him. You looked up at him with puffy, blood shot eyes with fresh tears threatening to spill down your face.

"You can't take me away from you" You tried to sound firm but came off as desperate. "They'll have to drag me away kicking and screaming. I'll kill myself before-"

"Don't say that!" Severus grabbed your face so tightly it hurt. "Don't you ever say that again! No, you won't do that, because we are going to think of something."

He tried to sound sure, but you could hear the fear the edged his voice.

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The next day your tears had dried, but in every room, you brought a shadow of grief. Like a drifting ghost, gazing ahead with sightless eyes, saying nothing to anyone at all.

"Hey"

Your head had drooped over your desk, deaf to whatever the professor at the head of the class way saying.

"Y/N?"

You glanced to the side and found two well-formed faces blinking at you expectingly, conveying both curiosity and pity.

"What, Black?"

"I... well, We-" He swallowed, "We heard, about what's happening. To you, I mean."

"Come to congratulate me?" You spat sharply.

"No" Sirius growled, going impatient.

"It's just that-" James whispered over Sirius, "We think we know a way to get you out of it."

Your body stiffened; your grip snapping the quill in your hand.

"Don't you fucking play with me" You growled "Don't you do it."

"We're not!" Sirius insisted. "Look, I know we haven't always been on the same side. But this is serious. It's not fair. And if there's a way we can help, we want to."

You stared at them both, shocked at first, then feeling a fresh wave of tears as hope began to sink it.

"Please" you whispered. "Anything you can do. Do it"

At the end of the day, you sat in the courtyard, looking around you expectantly.

Where were they?

"Y/N!"

You shot up and whipped around, smiling smally as Severus took long strides across the courtyard. As he approached you, he took your face in his hands and dress your brow to his.

"You said it was urgent."

"It is" You nodded, take a moment to appreciate the closeness between you, "We may have an out. But you're going to have to trust me, okay? I mean really trust me."

"With my life. " He nodded firmly, before glancing over your shoulder and frowning deeply. "Oh fuck, here we go."

You glanced back and watched as James, Sirius, and Lily approached.

"No, no, no. I said to trust me. Remember?" You grabbed his face to redirect his attention. "Please, please just do this for me."

"Hackles down" James sighed "We're not here to fight"

"Then what do you want?" Severus tried to keep the edge out of his, if only for your sake.

"We have an idea." Sirius began. "But it's going to take a lot of work. And if we want it to work, we're going to have to trust each other. If only temporarily."

"That's a big ask."

"Please" You grabbed his hand, pressing your brow back to his. "Please, this needs to work. I can't bear the idea of them taking me away from you. I won't survive it."

Severus swallowed hard, his grip on your hand tightening before letting out a drawn-out sigh.

"What, exactly, is your plan?"

"Congratulations, you two" James grinned. "You're getting married."

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Even with the expansion charm, the chest was cramped.

You were practically in Severus's lap, too scared to blush, as you glanced at the girl sitting across from the two of you.

"Thank you." You began carefully, "For doing this, Lily."

The red head had been operating in uneasy silence since the beginning. You knew there was tension between Severus and Lily, but you tried to keep out of it.

Severus moved you off of him slightly and sighed.

"I-"

"Don't" Lily stopped him. "I am not doing this for you. I think it is barbaric and medieval for anyone to be forced into marriage. Especially when it's a woman being practically sold like chattel."

Her green eyes narrowed at him sharply. "That being said, if you get cold feet and back out of this at the last minute, I'll kick your ass myself."

She would too.

You grabbed Severus's hand and smiled trying to break the tension, "This really isn't how I envisioned my wedding day as a girl, but..." A cold chill ran up your spine. "Are you sure you want to do this?

"What?" He blinked at you.

"You have a whole life ahead of you." Dread crept into your soul as you continued. "And I... I don't want to take that away from you."

"Are you out of your mind?" He scoffed. "My life's potential will not be diminished by being attached to you. If anything, it will be improved greatly by your company."

The crate jerked to a stop, and Lily shushed them both. There was muffled voice above them and your blood froze in your veins. Severus's grip tightened and pulled you closer to him as you strained to hear what was going on above.

Please God, you prayed, please just let us pass

Once the crate started to move again, you let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

The crate was flooded with light as the lid swung open and James peered it. "We've left the station, you two have an appointment at the Ministry in 15 minutes, so everyone out."

You scrambled out of the crate and looked at James and Sirius for a second, suddenly acutely aware this may be the last time you ever see them.

"Snape."

"Hm?"

Sirius shuffled awkward, "I....This makes us even, alright?"

Severus blinked at him blankly for a moment before glancing away silently.

There were no goodbyes as You, Severus, and Lily made your away to the Ministry as quickly as possible. But by the time you arrived you were already 10 minutes late and the office you were supposed to enter was being locked up.

"No, no no no no!" You begged to no one in particular.

"I'm sorry, miss." The judge shook his head, jamming his keys into his pocket. "I'm gone for the day."

No, no you don't understand." You stumbled after him, gripping your last-minute fiancée's hand like a vice. "We *need* to get married today. It absolutely cannot wait."

The judge looked the two of you up and down and scoffed with a shake of his head. "Look, you seem like nice kids. But maybe hold off for a few years, huh?"

"Sir" Lily rushed forward, pulling the judge aside "It's just...my friend here" she motioned to you and pulled a pitying face, lowing her voice to a scandalized whisper. "She's gotten herself into a bit of *trouble*, if you know what I mean."

The judge blinked for a second before nodding in sudden understanding.

"He's just trying to do right by her, you know? Trying to do the honorable thing."

The judge straightened up stiffly and sighed. "I can respect that. Come in and I'll make it quick. I hope you know what you're doing, young man."

The wedding last about 15 minutes, no vows, no rings, just three signatures and a firm handshake from the judge and that was it.

"Be good to each other." Lily advised them, walking slightly ahead before eyeing Severus in particular. "Don't ruin it this time."

Standing hand in hand in the middle of the ministry lobby, you released your first free breath in three days with a laugh.

"Oh, my God" You leaned into your now husband, who draped a long arm over your shoulders. "We did it"

"We did" in a voice so calm it almost wasn't appropriate for the situation. "Now what?"

"Now...." You breathed. "I don't know. I didn't plan this far out."

"Hm" Severus swallowed, anxiety creeping in rapidly as he tried to seem as nonchalant as possible, "Well, first things first, we might want to tell your parents the wedding is off."

0You thought on this for a moment before smiling deviously, "Nah" you shook your head with a sly grin. "Let them sweat for a while. After all, this is our day, not theirs."

#severus snape imagine #Young!snape #severus snape x reader #harry potter imagine #marauders era #sirius black #lily evans #james potter imagine #sirius black imagine

[ghoul-slime]

Can i offer you prompt 98 with Swiss & Phantom/Aeon please? They are just so made for getting in situations with eachother, you know?

Here you go! I was just dying to write some Swiss/Phantom, so I had a lot of fun with this one! They are definitely made for getting into situations with each other. Thanks for the prompt!

Have some Swiss/Phantom with a little bit of uniform kink, gratuitous use of corny pet names, and some very wet and nasty dirty talk.

For Phantom, the initial excitement of receiving his new uniform wore off quickly. Despite his insistence that everything fit just fine, Papa and Sister had insisted he see the ministry tailor to have the pants and sleeves hemmed. Sister demanded perfection and Papa had reassured the new ghoul that since he’d be practically living in the uniform, he was going to want it to fit just right.

Phantom bounced his head against the back of the couch in the common room and sighed, waiting for his turn to see the tailor. Aurora was in there now, apparently needing more than a few adjustments to her own uniform.

Phantom sighed again and tapped the toes of his shiny new boots against the floor. He still had to wait for Rain to get the knees on his uniform pants patched up and for Dew to have his helmet re-laced before it was his turn. He frowned. Nobody told him how much waiting around he would be doing as a band ghoul, and the tour hadn’t even started yet.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly when a pair of legs appears in his field of vision. He looks up to find Swiss grinning down at him with his trademark toothy smile.

“Wow, lookin’ sharp there, bug,” Swiss whistles. “That uniform is doing you all sorts of favors.”

“Yeah?” Phantom grins back up at him, stretches his arms out and shimmies his shoulders, shaking the fringe of the epaulets. “Feels pretty cool. Finally a real part of the band now!” 

Swiss laughs and reaches out to ruffle his hair. He tilts his head. “What are you doin’ in here all by yourself though?”

Phantom shrugs. “Waiting my turn to have all this stuff fixed,” he holds out his hands and wiggles his fingers, showing Swiss how the sleeves reach past his palms. He rolls his eyes. “Bored though.”

Swiss reaches out for Phantom’s hands and pulls him up off the couch. He kisses the pads of his fingers before letting him go.

“Lemme get a good look at you in your new uniform, handsome thing,” Swiss asks and Phantom takes a step back, does a little turn, and lets Swiss take in the sight of him. He looks good, Swiss thinks, even if the sleeves are just a tad bit too long.

The rich, textured black fabric looks elegant draped across his lean body. The fit of the vest accentuates his slim waist, and the lacing at the seat of his pants draws attention to his cute little butt. Phantom can feel Swiss staring, and reaches back to swat at the laces dangling near his ass.

“These are weird though,” he laughs. “How the heck am I supposed to get myself in and out of these things all by myself?!” He throws an innocent look at Swiss over his shoulder and wiggles his hips.

Swiss laughs. He can see what kind of game Phantom is trying to play here.

“Well babydoll, I just so happen to have plenty of experience in this department,” he slings an arm around Phantom’s shoulder. “Want me to show you how it’s done? Maybe help alleviate some of that boredom while we're at it?” Swiss waggles his eyebrows to emphasize.

Phantom curls around, stands on his toes and wraps his arms around Swiss’ neck. Leans up to kiss him on the lips. Swiss hums in appreciation and deepens the kiss, reaches around to cup Phantom’s ass, squeezing him and pulling him flush against his hips.

Swiss moves to tug Phantom’s jacket off when the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts their makeout session. It’s Aether, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

“Don’t you dare take that uniform off of him, Swiss,” Aether chides. “We just got him all laced up and put together and he still needs to get fitted for adjustments.”

Swiss holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Aeth,” Swiss reassures him. “Just helping our boy kill some time while he waits.”

“Uh huh,” Aether answers, sounding unconvinced. He shoots Phantom a warning look. “And please, for the love of Satan, don’t get it dirty.”

“Yes mom,” Phantom answers, rolling his eyes. Aether contemplates them for a moment before turning back to the door with a sigh. Swiss blows him a kiss as Aether shuts the door behind himself, muttering something under his breath.

When Swiss turns back, Phantom practically pounces on him, eagerly kissing and licking his way into Swiss’ mouth, tugging him back by the shirt until he’s backing them up to the couch. Phantom plops himself down, reaching up to cup Swiss through his jeans, petting and pawing at him until the hard line of his cock presses against his zipper.

Phantom licks his lips and pops the button of Swiss’ jeans, dragging the zipper down to pet at his cock through his briefs. “Fuck me on the couch?” he offers, hopeful.

Swiss leans forward, threads his fingers through Phantom’s hair, lets him nuzzle his face against his cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Anything you want,” he agrees. “Better make it quick though. Wouldn’t want Aether or Papa to find out. Get us both sent back to the pit before we even get out on the road.”

Phantom laughs, pulls the elastic waistband of Swiss’ boxers down, and leans in to lap at the tip of his dick, humming at the taste of it on his tongue and swallowing the whole of him down to the base. Swiss groans, tightening his grip on Phantom’s hair before he’s pulling back with a pop, wiping away the thread of saliva connecting his lips with the head of Swiss’ cock, looking pleased with himself.

Phantom flops down against the back of the couch and reaches for his belt buckle before Swiss is crowding back in, leaning over him and swatting his hands away, taking the belt into his own hands.

“Oh no you don’t,” he chuckles. “Lemme do it. Gotta try and keep you as intact as possible here.” Phantom lets his hands fall to the side as Swiss unbuckles the belt, unfastens his pants, and pulls down the zipper. “Lift your butt,” Swiss asks and Phantom complies, bracing himself on his elbows and lifting up enough for Swiss to shimmy his pants and underwear down to around his thighs. Pushing them as far down as he can get them without untying the lacing down his legs.

Swiss lets his hands wander up Phantom’s chest, feeling the soft textured velvet of the vest, the cool metal of the buckles, reaches up to grasp at the fabric of the tie, pulling gently until their lips meet. Swiss kisses him deep, licking into his mouth, tracing the outline of his fangs with his tongue, kisses him until he’s pulling sweet little whimpers and whines from between Phantom’s plush lips.

“Swiss,” Phantom whines, canting his hips up, bringing Swiss’ attention to his hard cock bobbing in the air, just starting to glisten at the tip. Phantom wraps a hand around himself and looks up at Swiss with big, pleading eyes.

“I got you baby,” Swiss spits into his hand, slicks himself up, and reaches for Phantom’s legs.

“Oh!” Phantom shouts, “Hang on just a second!” And then he’s flipping himself over to wriggle to the edge of the couch, pants bunched up between his thighs and bare ass on full display as he reaches in to rummage around between the couch cushions.

Swiss watches him for a moment, cringing inwardly when he notices the back of Phantom’s jacket is already starting to wrinkle. Phantom lets out a happy little chirp and turns back triumphantly, a tiny squeeze bottle of lube held up proudly in his hand. Swiss raises an eyebrow.

“Dew hides it in there,” he explains. “For when Aether rails him on the couch after their little date night movie marathons.” He makes air quotes with his fingers at the words “movie marathon.” Phantom frowns, considering it. “Don’t tell him I told you that though.”

Swiss holds his hand to his heart, “Our little secret.” And then Phantom is pressing the bottle into his hands and rearranging himself back on the couch, lazily stroking himself and grinning up at Swiss with a toothy, mischievous little smirk.

“Gimme your legs,” Swiss gestures at him with his fingers until Phantom is crowding himself down, lifting his legs, still bound together at the thighs by his pants, into Swiss’ waiting hands.

Swiss arranges him on the couch like that, both legs held into the air, thighs together and bent at the knee. He rests the backs of Phantom’s calves against his chest, lets the heels of his boots sit just at his shoulder. He looks down to admire the view he’s created for himself. 

Phantom squirms, becoming impatient. “Give it to me already, Swiss,” he whines. “Before Aether comes back to yell at us.”

Swiss smooths his hands down the soft skin of Phantom’s thighs before popping the cap to the lube and drizzling a thin stream directly onto his cock. He pumps himself a couple of times, smearing it around and getting himself nice and slicked up before smearing the rest across Phantom’s fluttering, waiting hole. 

He traces the pad of one finger around the rim before slipping inside, pulling a sweet little sigh from Phantom as he sinks in deep and fingers him. When he finishes, Swiss pulls his shirt off over his head, wipes his hands on it, and tosses it aside.

He lines the wet head of his cock up against Phantom’s entrance and pushes in. Phantom is tight, so tight, even more so with how Swiss has his legs pressed together, how his pants force his thighs shut as Swiss spears him on his cock.

Phantom reaches up to pull at one of his nipples as Swiss bottoms out and starts thrusting.

“You better not jizz all over my new uniform,” Phantom speaks up, breaking Swiss from his concentration.

Swiss tips his head back and laughs at Phantom’s blunt words. “Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then,” he answers. Thrusts in deep until he’s flush with the backs of Phantom’s thighs.

Phantom contemplates for a beat. “Good idea.” He nods his head resolutely. 

And then Swiss is fucking him in earnest, bouncing the fringe of his jacket with each thrust of his hips, hearing it swish against the fabric of the couch along with the wet slide of his cock pushing and pulling in and out of Phantom’s body. He grips Phantom’s legs, feeling the leather of his uniform boots and the laces of his pants beneath his palms as he folds him in half, fucks into him deeper.

After a moment he feels Phantom squirming again, struggling to find purchase on his elbows. Straining his neck as he tries to look past his own legs.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Swiss asks, slowing his thrusts.

Phantom clicks his tongue in annoyance, huffs out an irritated little breath. “You know I like seeing it go inside me,” he frowns. “Can’t see it with my legs in the way like this.” He squirms again, squeezing tight around Swiss’ cock as he struggles to sit up and cranes his neck.

Swiss inhales sharply at his words, knowing that yeah, Phantom really does like seeing himself penetrated. Always has them fucking next to a mirror, or folding his flexible little body to peer down at Swiss sliding inside him, or even handing Swiss his cell phone and demanding he record it for him to watch later.

“Sorry babydoll,” Swiss apologizes, picking up his pace again. “How about I tell you what I see back here. How pretty you look taking me all inside.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Phantom agrees, smiling and satisfied with that idea. “But you gotta tell me everything.”

Swiss licks his index finger, traces it around Phantom’s rim, feels where they’re connected together. “I see your wet, pink little hole, stretched so pretty and puffy around my cock. Swallowing me up.”

Swiss sees Phantom’s arm moving from behind his legs, jacking himself off to what he hears described.

Swiss pushes himself in. “I see the way you open up for me, so slick and easy, when I push in.” He glides his cock back out, glistening and wet, pulling out all the way to see Phantom’s hole gape and wink at him. “And I see how stretched open and fucked out you look when I pull out.”

Phantom groans, tosses his head back, jerks himself off faster. Swiss can feel he’s getting close, looking down at Phantom’s perfect little body, hears the way he whimpers and groans with each thrust, feels the way Phantom clutches and trembles around him as he describes everything he sees.

“Gonna cum, bug. You ready for it?”

Phantom nods his head frantically, tossing his hair around, letting the fringe of it fall over his eyes.

“Gotta hold it all inside for me, though. Can’t spill a single drop onto your nice, clean new uniform,” Swiss continues. “Think you can do that for me, baby?”

Phantom chokes out a cry and nods again, tugs himself off faster when Swiss cums deep inside him. Cries out as Swiss presses in flush against him, emptying himself inside Phantom’s tight little body. When he pulls out, Phantom’s hands fly to his hole, feeling himself clench around Swiss’ release, desperate not to let anything leak out.

Phantom lets out a quiet little oof when Swiss lets his legs down, feeling the blood rush back to his feet as he pants. His cock is red and kicking between his legs, dripping wet at the head and threatening to drip a glistening gob of pre down his shaft. 

Swiss can’t have that. Not when they’d done such a good job keeping Phantom and his new uniform nice and clean.

Swiss drops to his knees. Crawls up until he’s face to face with Phantom’s dripping cock.

“You did so good, baby,” Swiss purrs, “Now what do you say you finish down my throat and we get you put back together nice and neat and clean before anybody knows what we did?”

#phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swiss/phantom #swiss/aeon #swiss x phantom #swiss x aeon #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime ask

[ryuichirou]

More Tweels/Idia hcs!

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if you'll ever see this but: I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR ART!! The whole reason I got a tumblr account was literally to be kept updated on your posts. your Jade x Idia posts keep me alive genuinely. So of course I'm here to ask for your fav headcanons on Jade x Idia or the Octotrio x Idia in general (bottom idia for the win)

Anonymous asked:

feed us more bottom idia hc's 😃... and possibly jadidi 🤔

Anonymous asked:

AHHHHH I just stumbled upon your tumblr a few days ago and I love your Jade/Floyd x Idia hc's!! MORE please

Anons!! Thank you so much for sending so much love our way, it means so much I can never stress it enough. I am very happy that you like our stuff, both headcanons and drawings <3 whether you’re new here or have been with us for a while, we appreciate you a lot.

Sorry for the late reply! Here are some more Jade/Idia and Floyd/Idia hcs; some neutral ones, some spicy ones, some a bit fucked up ones. I won’t be writing anything about Azul this time because posted a new bunch of Azul/Idia hcs not so long ago, but he is mentioned a couple of times!

Jade makes snacks for Idia sometimes (sometimes sour, sometimes sweet, sometimes salty) and asks Azul to bring them to him whenever he goes to a board game club meeting, which always makes Azul super annoyed because he isn’t Jade’s errand boy + Idia doesn’t want to eat anything anyway. But even though Idia always says that eating stuff that Jade has made sounds like a dangerous game, he got used to munching on whatever Azul brings him. Making sure that Idia-san always remembers him + inconveniencing Azul at the same time? Sounds perfect to Jade <3

If Idia visits the Lounge (which doesn’t happen very often, it’s a pretty rare occasion, to be honest), he always tries to find the tiniest, least noticeable place to sit, but he always gets all the attention, because Floyd sees him, drops whatever he’s been doing and jumps on Idia’s couch to lean on him, chat with him, tease him and even squeeze him a little bit, not caring at all that Azul will absolutely yell at him for that. And even though it’s always a super stressful thing to Idia and he would prefer Floyd not to jump him like that, whenever he visits, his heart starts pounding very loudly, because his body is aware that Floyd will notice him and react very soon. It’s 50% him being scared and 50% of weird anticipation that makes him feel a bit ticklish down there.

Despite the fact that it’s easier to catch Floyd in his eel form, the first twin that Idia saw in his eel form was actually Jade. It was his first time seeing a merman in general, and since it was a dark pool and Idia didn’t realise what he was looking at at first, he got kind of freaked out. But also mesmerised at the same time. Idia ran away the moment Jade noticed him and look at him with his scary glowing yellow eye + avoided him after that point, but he still couldn’t escape the visual of Jade’s huge slippery heavy-looking tail that was constantly on his mind.

But the first Leech to actually touch Idia in his eel form was Floyd. That wasn’t a planned encounter either; Idia pretty much just fell into the pool in the most ecchi anime convenient way possible. But Floyd caught him, grabbed him with his huge hands, left a couple of scratches with his fins and claws, and slid Idia’s entire body on his own tail. Idia ended up not only wet, but covered in the eel slime, cold and weirdly aroused. He just got rid of weird eel-related dreams that Jade caused..!

Compared to Floyd, who touches, kisses and bites in a very overwhelming manner, Jade gives Idia some moments to “breathe” during sex, but this only makes things worse somehow. Because Idia’s brain just shuts off completely when he is with Floyd, but Jade makes sure that Idia is constantly aware of how exactly he is getting fucked, what sounds he makes, how his body reacts and how Jade’s dick creates a bulge inside his stomach. Jade always stops just in time for Idia to catch himself yelping pathetically and twitching, moments away from orgasm. And Jade always smiles like a criminal that is about to betray and shoot him when it happens…

Jade’s and Floyd’s dicks are pretty much the same size-wise, but the way they operate them is different; after having sex with Floyd Idia feels completely ruined. Not in a horrible way, but even if it’s been days, his insides remember how it felt when Floyd was shoving that thing deep inside his body. So it’s not unusual for Idia to spend a couple of days in bed after having sex with Floyd, especially considering the fact that if he moves his legs in the wrong way, he’ll probably trigger a spasm that’ll send a shockwave of pain and pleasure through his whole body.

Idia still isn’t sure why this whole thing keeps happening and why the tweels keep chasing him to have sex with him; he kind of was sure that they would lose all interest in him after a week or two. But even though he acts annoyed and even freaked out by them, somewhere deep inside it feels weirdly good to know that these two think about him so much that they just can’t get enough of him. This is such a cringy thought for Idia… but suddenly realising that Jade or Floyd could fit his entire dick inside his butt without any problem is more cringe; is it really this loose now??

Jade and Floyd are fascinated with the way Idia’s hair colour changes when he is embarrassed and aroused, and they know that it also changes in other situations, so now they have a quest to collect the entire rainbow of Idia’s hair. The winner gets to have fun with Idia while the other watches. Idia loses either way because the idea of being fucked by one of the tweels while the other one is pissed, horned up and cockblocked sounds like a nightmare lol Idia isn’t aware of this little challenge/game of theirs, which is for the best.

Floyd approaches the challenge by making Idia experience different physical sensations. He also loves to freak Idia out, he feels like if he does it enough, he could get a cool new colour. He just couldn’t scare him enough yet… maybe if he combines it with them having sex… Or makes Idia believe that he is about to drown him and keep his head under the water for like a minute until he either cums or passes out…

Jade’s approach is to play mental games with Idia + use potions, mushrooms and other stuff that he could feed him or inject into him. He got pretty interesting results, especially when poor Idia got super delirious and confused as Jade was having sex with him after pretty much frying his brains with the newest mushroom-based potion… but Floyd said that it doesn’t really count because it’s cheating.

#replies #headcanons #jadidi #floidi