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[sanjismywhore]

In Uniform

Carlos Oliveira x Reader

(Noir Carlos, AFAB reader)

Warning: NSFW, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, Dom/Sub undertones

A/N: Yes this I based this fic on the Noir mod, don’t judge me 🤭 (did not proofread)

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The door to your apartment closed shut with a hard “click”. Another night he returned home later than expected. Carlos huffed as he stepped further into the home, dropping his bag on the floor and eagerly undoing the straps of his tactical vest. His shoes, along with all of his work equipment, were left stranded on the floor as the tired soldier wandered into the dimly lit kitchen. He stretched his arms out above his head with a soft groan mixed with a yawn. His muscles felt heavy from having to constantly carry weighted equipment all day.

Another groan left his lips as he sluggishly opened the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water from one of the shelves. The cool liquid felt wonderful running down his parched throat, cooling his heated body before he drank the whole thing in one gulp. Both physically and mentally drained from the day, Carlos failed to notice the presence of another figure behind him.

“I never realized how nice your ass looks in them pants.” You spoke out. Your arms were crossed as you leaned against the counter, smirking as you watched his body freeze. Carlos chuckled under his breath before turning his head to look at you, “And hello to you too.” He greeted, though his voice was hoarse and raspy. He slowly closed the fridge behind him. Walking over to you, he practically trapped you between him and counter. He dipped his head down to place a smooth kiss to your lips. “You like me in uniform?” He raised a brow, lifting his head from yours to flash you a tired smirk.

“You know I do.” You responded with a smug grin, wrapping your arms around his neck. How could anyone resist a well-built man wearing that old-fashioned noir uniform? You were practically drooling at the sight. A deep chuckle escaped him at your words. Pulling back from you slightly, Carlos wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed you once more.

Breaking the kiss he rested his head on your shoulder, enveloping you in a hug. He let out a long exhale, “Feels so fucking good to be home…” You could feel his entire weight push against you as he embraced you tighter. He was exhausted—that you could already tell. Your hands rubbed circles on his back, feeling his muscles relax through the fabric of his shirt. He hummed softly in response, melting into putty in your arms. There is no way that you would ever get tired of this moment.

“Missed you so much…” Carlos murmured in your ear. It sounded almost like a confession, but it wasn’t like either of you didn’t know that. You continued to soothe his back, listening to his low groans and quiet sighs.

One of your hands followed the curve of his spine while the other traced the line of his chest, moving down towards his abdomen. Carlos let out another soft groan at the feeling of your touch. He felt your lips plant a kiss on his neck before nipping a trail up to his earlobe.

“Stressful day?” You asked in a soft whisper. His body tensed briefly as you gently squeezed one of his biceps, “Mhm…” He hummed, fingers tracing shapes along your side. The hand that was roaming his back was now wroking on his shoulder, trailing down his arm and stopping at one of his hands. “How can I help?” You whispered into his ear, causing the man before you to shiver. You placed your hand on top of his, intertwining your fingers in the process.

He felt your lips return to his ear, planting a few kisses on his neck again before moving to the side of his face. With both hands, you cupped the sides of his face, pulling away just enough for you to look directly into his eyes. “Tell me what you need.” You mouthed, stroking his cheek with your thumb. Carlos took a deep breath, his eyes glazing over with lust.

“Nah you don’t have to do anything,” He laughed nervously. “Don’t wanna keep you up longer than already.” Glancing away for a moment, he tried to brush certain thoughts aside.

You leaned forwards to kiss his nose, giggling lightly. “Just take the offer. You look like you’ll need it.” You knew better than anyone that Carlos needed this right now. His muscles tensed again breifly, he let out a shaky breath.

He gave in.

He let his body fall limp against yours as he dropped his head forward onto your shoulders. “You have me, (name).” Carlos sighed, his hands held firmly to your waist. You smiled, pressing a kiss to the side on his head. You brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, gently massaging the base of his skull.

He let out a quiet moan as he felt your fingers comb through his hair. Lifting his face from your shoulder, he kissed you once again. This kiss was slow but passionate as your bodies pressed closer together. He pulled away first, resting his forehead against yours. You smiled up at him, placing a chaste peck on his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh at how cute his tired expression was as his brows furrowed, looking down at you with those dark brown eyes.

Your hands settled on his shoulders, subtly loosening his neck-tie as you toyed with it. “Come on.” You mumbled, taking his hand and guiding him to follow you to your room.

Carlos followed behind you obediently. Once in the bedroom, you led him to your bed and sat him down on the edge while you went to close the door. When you came back over to him you saw him fall backwards onto the cushioned surface, exhaling deeply. “How do you want me?” You asked as you climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. He looked up at you through lidded eyes, hands traveling up your legs and to your hips. “Do whatever you want, I won’t complain.” He mumbled with a lazy grin.

Smiling, you leaned down to capture his lips in a deep kiss. As soon as your lips parted he pulled you flush against him, kissing you fiercely. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck while the other slid down your lower back, stopping at your ass. The heat from both of your bodies were beginning to make you sweat. Your own hips unconciously ground against his, causing the kiss to break as you both shuddered. Carlos cursed under his breath, lifting himself up slightly, his lips still brushing against yours.

His mouth trailed down your jaw and neck, causing you to let out a soft breath. He stopped when he reached your collarbone, teeth nibbling at the skin there. He left a trail of small bruises that littered your neck. You gasped lightly at the sensation, continuing to rock your hips against his. Carlos chuckled against your skin, sucking a bit harder at the mark he had made on your collarbone.

You were beginning to pant by now, both of you were becoming heated quickly.

You lifted your head to look down at him. He stared up at you, licking his lips hungrily. You pressed another passionate kiss to his lips, this time sliding your tongue into his mouth. Quickly gaining the upper-hand you pinned him down with your strength, pressing your lower half harder against his crotch. He pulled back with a low groan, chest heaving. “Fuck. Don’t tease me, babe.” He whined with furrowed brows. His cock was growing harder by the second, painfully straining against his pants. You could feel it pressing directly underneath your clothed sex. With another roll of your hips, you let out a moan.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you lifted your hips from his and got off of him. He responded with a whine at the loss of friction, narrowing his eyes with confusion. “Get comfortable.” You commanded as you began to disgard your own clothing.

He nodded, rearranging some pillows before laying back down. His eyes never left you. You crawled back on top of him, your lips meeting his once more. With your body positioned over his, your fingers trailed lightly across his chest, running their tips along the buttons of his shirt. You undid the buttons but left the shirt on his shoulders. Your hands continued to roam over his torso, drawing circles on his chisled abdomen before stopping at his crotch. Staring deep into his eyes, your fingertips teased the buckle of his belt.

“Please baby, please…” He almost moaned, his voice was hoarse as he spoke your name.

Butterflies churned in your stomach at his plea. Your lips latched onto his neck, teeth scraping the skin. Slowly, you removed his belt, undoing the buttons of his pants and opening his zipper—taking the opportunity to slide his hard cock out of his pants. Carlos let out another moan berfore craning his hewd back against the pillows.

You paused, staring deeply into his dilated pupils. You couldn’t resist giving it a squeeze, making him shudder beneath you. He moaned again, his hand reaching down to cover yours.

You moved your hands up to grasp his shaft, slowly pumping it in and out of your hand as you sucked his neck.

“Fuck.” He groaned much louder than before.

His eyes squeezed shut as he let you pleasure him. His cock felt large and heavy in your hand, slightly twitching as pre was already leaking at the tip. It was practically begging for more. Your hands worked in tandem, alternating between long stokes and swiping your thumb against the tip. Your tongue darted out to lick and kiss over his collarbone, making him gasp.

You let out a satisfied hum. Your grip tightened around his cock, pumping it faster.

“(Name), fuck.” Carlos breathed in between moans. He threw his head back, letting out a guttural sound. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as he moaned and writhed beneath you, his hands clawing at the comforter. He didn’t realize that your body was slowly manuvering backwards as your head traveled further down his torso. You kissed the crease between his pecs, running your free hand up his body and playfully pinching one of his nipples.

Carlos groaned loudly, chucking darkly as you continued to torture his nipple. He covered his face with a hand, trying to hide how flustered he was. You hummed against his skin, traveling lower until your head was hovering his navel.

His eyes shot open once he felt your lips wrap around his cock. Biting his lip, he let out a low, satisfied moan. You began to bob your head, keeping your eye contact with him. “God you feel so good.” His head tipped back once again, hands running through his hair. You could feel Carlos’ entire body tense and shake below you. You felt him begin to tremble as you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth.

Suddenly he grabbed the sides of the bed, pulling himself upwards as if he was fighting gravity. “Oh fuck..” He gasped. You watched his eyes roll to the back of his head, his body arching up slightly.

You were getting wetter by the second. Taking in the sight os his wrething body and hearing his delicious moans, one of your hands creeped down your own body. Your fingers brushed against your clit, stroking it. You felt yourself grow slick with need and wetness. Moaning against his length, you gripped the base of it tightly in your hand. You rocked your hips against your hand, pushing your fingers against your clit in circular motions.

He whimpered, his head falling forward as his hips bucked against you. “Fuck, (Name).” He growled, throwing an arm over his face. “Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.” he begged. You rolled your hips harder, taking him deeper into your mouth and grinding against him. You could feel his legs tremble below you as his hips unconciously thrusted up into your mouth.

His breathing grew heavier as he tried to fight back his orgasm. You kept going, your eyes locked with his and never once leaving them. He let go of his hold on the side of the bed, his hand reaching towards your hair.

You smirked devilishly against his dick, biting it lightly before suddenly releasing it from your mouth. Carlos let put an annoyed groan at the loss of your mouth. You pulled away from it, leaving a trail of saliva trailing down its length before getting up to straddle his hips. You began to grind down on him again, your movements slow and sensual. His whimper turned into a low growl as he sat up, giving you a dark glare. “You’re just asking for it.” He clicked his tongue, chuckling darkly as a warning. He brought one of his large hands up to firmly squeeze your thigh.

In one quick motion, you were flipped onto your stomach now laying beneath him. “I take back what I said earlier. I’d like to take the reigns.” He cheekly commented as he kept you pinned down with his weight, though you didn’t try to resist.

You gave him a playful smirk. He leaned down, placing kisses all over your back and shoulder. One particularly large bite caused you to let out a sharp breath. He smirked, his teeth sinking lightly into your shoulder blade. You hissed, unable to contain your squirming under his touch. You heard the rustling of the sheets as he shifted on the bed. Stroking his cock with one hand, he used the other to lift your hips.

He spread open your folds, emitting a low hum as he gently inserted a couple fingers. You arched your back, moaning into the mattress as you felt his fingers move inside you. He slipped two digits in completely, stretching you out and feeling every inch of your tightness. You groaned at the feeling.

Then he retreated his fingers, admiring how they were coated in your juices. He let out quiet grunts as he gave his cock a few more pumps before aligning it with your dripping hole. “If you don’t mind, i’m gonna fuck you senseless now. Hope that’s okay.” Carlos gave another cheeky comment as he slowly inserted his cock into you. With a grunt, he planted both hands beside your head while he filled you up to the brim.

You closed your eyes, taking in a shuddering breath, your body instinctively tightening around him. Starting with long, deep strokes, his hips smacked against yours with each thrust. You could hear him panting heavily, the sound filling your ears and filling your body with lust.

His thrusts were slow, but held a lot of power behind them. As you felt his cock hit the spot right where you needed it the most, you released a loud moan, gripping the sheets next to you and burying your head into them. Carlos let out a deep chuckle in response to your noises. His hips rocked harder against yours, causing the both of you to moan.

He spewed a string of curses under his breath, picking up his pace. He increased his speed slightly, pounding into you harder and harder each time. Through mostly lidded eyes, Carlos watched the way your ass jiggled each time his skin made contact with yours. You could feel your pussy clenching around him, your walls pulsating with want, your clit burning with the intensity of your orgasm already building. A loud cry escaped your lips, causing Carlos to put a hand on your shoulder blade and press your body into the bed.

He backed up his hips all the way so his cock fell out of your sopping cunt. It wasn’t even a second later until be plunged it all the way back in, with much force. You let out another cry, moaning his name into the pillows. “Figured you’d like that.” He huffed with a smug tone to his voice. He slammed back into you, hitting your g spot with every stroke.

You clenched harder around his cock, causing Carlos to grunt, tipping his head downwards. Savoring every ounce of pleasure he let his mouth hang open, spewing curses and other inhoherent mumbles. “Feels so fuckin’ good,” He grunted, lowering his head so that his mouth was by your ear. You tensed, shivering as he spoke into your ear. He placed a kiss on your earlobe, making you suck in a small breath. “Love you so much.” He mumbled, hi teeth lightly nipped at the sensitive area before continuing down your neck. He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, his fangs grazing your flesh before moving lower.

He removed his hand from your shoulder and wrapped it underneath your body. As he continued to pound into you, he lifted your body from the bed and had your back pressed agsinst his chest. Your arms knees were the only limbs supporting your body as his hand began to rub your clit, “Carlos!” You moaned.

Your pussy fluttered around his cock, adding to the intese pressure of your building orgasm. Carlos let out the lewdest moan, sucking harshly on the spot where your neck met your shoulder. His thrusts eventually lost their harshness, growing soft and passionate.

You felt your body begin to shake, your thighs beginning to quiver. A hand desperately latched onto his forearm, your whole body shaking.

“Carlos..fuck,” Your nails dug into his arm, your grip becoming desperate. His fingers rubbed circled over your clit, causing your breath to hitch. Fingers rolling over the sensitive bud over and over—determined to make you cum as hard as possible. Your body was shaking violently, you felt your muscles tighten and release rapidly. “Gonna cum.” The words left your mouth as an incoherent moan. It was followed by another cry of his name as a wave of pleasure consumed you.

“Shhhh.” He cooed, “Shhhhh baby, relax. Just come with me.” He whispered shakily into your ear, his lips brushing across the shell of it. You were barely able to form words after that, your entire body convulsing with each spasm of your orgasm, “Faster, please!” You gasped. He complied, pumping faster into you and rapidly rubbing your clit.

Carlos’ muscles began to ache. He grimaced, both groaning in pleasure and slight pain. He was just as desperate to cum as you were. “Fuck. I need to see you.”

In the heat of the moment, he managed to flip you onto your back all while his cock remained inside of you. Thrusting his hips mercilessly, his lips passionately captured yours as he wrapped his arms around your body. His thrusts were short and fast, forcing himself into you as quickly as he could. He felt himself starting to get close, the tension in his groin growing thicker and stronger. Both moaning in the kiss, your bodies were practically stuck to each other.

He pulled his lips away from yours and observed your expressions closely. Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling agape as your moans and gasps filled the room

“Carlos!” You moaned.

He groaned loud at the sight of you coming undone around him. He bit his lip, his eyes watching your face as the last drop of your orgasm spilled out of you. You came hard on his cock, trembling from the pleasure and overstimulation.

Feeling your orgasm triggered his own as Carlos’ eyes quickly shut. With a final rut of his hips, he came inside you. “Oh fuck… fuck!” He growled. Ropes of his cum painted your insides, filling you to the brim.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses to the tender flesh there. He kissed you softly, then pulled away with a sigh and rested his forehead against yours. His breathing was heavy and fast. The two of you laid still, exhausted and sore. “Shit…” Carlos huffed as be attempted to lift himself off of you, but it looked more like he just flopped onto his back—barely able to lift a finger. The exhaustion had finally caught up to him. His body had gone way past its limits.

He tiredly turned his head to give you an apologetic look, “Sorry… I would clean up but—“ Before he could finish, you slapped a hand over his mouth, snuggling up to him and closing your eyes. “I’ll deal with it in the morning. Get some sleep.”

Your words came out slurred as you quickly began dozing off. Carlos was not too far after you. He laughed softly before using the last of his strength to pull you closer, closing his eyes.

Thanks for reading! I hope y’all liked this one 🤭

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[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Hihi!!

Can you write a soft cg!Ted nivison x little!reader where he makes the reader Mac and cheese and apple juice and he lets the reader use one of his rainforest cafè cups? And if not can you just write soft cg!Ted nivison x sleepy little!reader plz?

Cutest Cup Ever

Ted Nivion x reader (gender neutral) Requested by: Anon Proofread: N/A Genre: Fluff Music: POV: You're Falling in Love With The Bad Boy Warnings: None! Cutie pies! Summary: You find out about age regression and that you regress. Good thing Teddy has something he think you might like :) Author's Note: I missed writing tooth-rotting fluff <3

-Mod Kenma

You had missed Ted terribly when he went away for a while. It was boring. You missed cuddling with him and watching him edit videos. It was one of those things where you just sucked it up and tried to live like you normally did. You did see him and Eddy off before their trip, so that was fun. Going to the rainforest cafe was fun! It was classic nostalgia that you had so deeply missed. 

When you watched him leave, you tried to be as productive as possible. It felt lonely without Ted there. You wanted to be with him so badly, existing with him was enough to make you unbelievably happy. You cleaned the apartment up and down, went out with friends, and even taught yourself some hobbies.

While it was enough to keep you occupied for a little while, it didn't hold your attention as well as certain things did. You found yourself sitting on the living room floor, criss-cross, watching Bluey. You watched the colorful dogs live their lives, enjoying every moment, and learning different things. You found yourself captivated by the things the little Bluey and Bingo learned. 

It was a slow build-up at first. You hardly noticed it. Some tasks became a little harder to complete. Your brain felt a little fuzzy. It was just so much easier to sit down on the couch or floor and do something childish. Coloring felt better when it was out of the lines, food was tastier when it was cut into smaller bite-sized portions. 

Over time, you learned what was going on. It's called 'age regression'. It was a new thing to get used to but..it wasn't a bad thing. it helped you cope with being alone. It made you feel more at peace than the anxious thoughts that plagued your mind. You allowed yourself to be more childish, playing with small toys you bought and coloring. It felt like you were giving your mind a break. 

Soon it dawned on you, would you be able to still do this type of stuff with Ted around? Would he still accept you and love you? You shook your head. Ted was one of the most understanding people you knew. He understood you in ways you could hardly describe. It was never difficult for you to be honest with him. So as soon as you could, you would tell Ted. 

His arrival back home was much sooner than you thought but you were still so happy to see him again. While you spent 2 days of his mission with him, the rest was spent at home. You missed Ted like crazy and it was pretty obvious to him but it wasn't like he minded. Ted held you for what felt like hours as he complained and praised The Rainforest Cafe. 

You listened intently, loving his little stories. His words meant the world to you. After his long story, Ted asked if you had any stories to tell from when he was gone. You hesitated for a moment. This was the perfect time to tell him. Through hushed embarrassed whispers, you explained age regression to Ted, cheeks pink. 

Ted nodded, taking it all in. His silence worried you, making you rethink everything you told him. All Ted did was smile and press a soft kiss on your forehead. "Thank you for being so open with me." He said softly, running his fingers through your hair. You closed your eyes for a moment to savor Ted's soft touches, thankful that he was so understanding. It made your heart so unbelievably happy. 

"And, I think something that will make you feel better is a cute cup I got from the Rainforest Cafe. I think it'll be something you'll enjoy." Ted gently let you go and went through his bags before he found what he was looking for. You waited patiently as he dug through everything. Ted returned to you not too long after with his slushie cup he got with the frog mascot head at the top. 

You laughed at how goofy it was, it was beyond ridiculous and you adored it. You took it from Ted's hands and inspected it. "It's so....weird." You say with a giggle. Ted took it from you and washed it before filling it up with apple juice. He handed it back to you with a soft smile. Ted always had your back, no matter what. 

#x reader #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison fanfiction #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

[kokorosfanfics]

here there uh am I allowed to request a oneshot of a shy!fem reader pegging Teruteru? maybe during the beginning of it she’s very hesitant and nervous about it and just have Teru reassure him and comfort her about it, and maybe at the end have her just bury her fact in Teruteru chest because she’s kinda embarrassed & but Teru just supports and reassures here? (Sorry I couldn’t think of anything else and not very good with wording things, hope this is ok- ;w;)

Yes you can, dear anon. I'm happy to see new requests again while I'm finishing the old ones. It keeps me hopeful about the resurrection of this blog. -Mod Kokoro

Teruteru Hanamura Being Pegged By Shy!Fem S/O

Here you were, hovered above your beloved Teruteru. Strap-On equipped, lubed up, and ready to go. You began to slowly enter him. You were always shy and nervous, and this was no exception. You hadn't done this sort of thing before, and you desperately wanted to do it right. You didn't wanna hurt him, and you didn't wanna disappoint. Teruteru must've sensed your nervousness, because he reached a hand up to cup your cheek.

"Don't cha worry sugar dumplin'.~ You're gonna do real good. You're already doing very well.~" Your lover reassured. His face was already flushed. He was enjoying being filled.

You simply kissed him, before slowly beginning to move in and out of him.

"Ahh.~ Jus' like that cher.~ O-Ohhhh so good.~" He panted.

You took that as a cue it would be okay to speed up a little. You had your hands placed firmly on either side of him, while looking down at him. Your face felt really hot.

"Oh yes my dear!~ Faster.~" He purred with a wink. He began to hold onto your shoulders for support.

You began thrusting at a faster and harder pace. Back and forth, in a rhythmic motion. Teruteru began to have a nosebleed.

"Oh my love!~ I feel so, so good! Oh don't stop this now, it feels so wonderful!~" He cried out in ecstasy.

"T-Teru.~ I love you so much.~" You whispered into his ear.

"Oh I love ya too darlin'. You wouldn't believe how much I love ya!"

You went faster. You ended up going deeper inside him, making him moan out in even more pleasure.

"Darlin'.~ I'm close.~" He moaned.

You kissed him on the lips passionately before speeding up as fast as you could. You felt him call out your name into your lips, before he came.

You stopped so you could both relax for a moment. Both of you were panting from what you had just done. You still felt a bit nervous, and immediately buried your head into his chest.

"Aww, is my little sugar dumplin' still feeling shy?" He chuckled.

He began to ruffle your hair, and gently caress you.

"We had a good time, and you did amazing honeybun. You don't gotta worry about a thing."

"O-Okay." You nodded.

Teruteru pulled you in for another kiss.

"You up for another round darlin'?" He asked.

You nodded. You began to slowly pick up the pace again, moving the strap on some more. You ended up going deeper than you did last time.

Teruteru was actually pretty noisy. He didn't hold back his moans, and they sounded beautiful. He reached up to cup one of your breasts, and bring it close to his mouth. He began to suck on one breast while he fondled the other. He's making sure you both get pleasure.

"Mmm~" You moaned softly. Teruteru was great with his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple, and he could leave soft bites without hurting you.

"Ahh~ T-Teru~" You couldn't help but fuck him even harder.

The hand on your other tit began to softly twist and pull, squeezing and squishing.

You plunged deeper into him, and you knew he felt it from the gasp you felt on your breast. You were hitting his prostate perfectly.

You continued your pace, realizing he was close to his next orgasm. Before you knew it, he came undone once again.

Teruteru began to pant pretty hard, and so did you.

"That was..... Wonderful..." He breathed out.

You face planted into his chest again, still feeling the heat in your face. Teruteru brought a hand up under your chin, making you look at him.

"Now, how about I penetrate you this time.~" He spoke seductively, before he flipped you over.

You were gonna have a good time, and Teruteru would make sure to fuck the insecurity out of you.

#danganronpa #teruteru hanamura x reader #teruteru x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru #danganronpa teruteru #sdr2

[aziraphales-library]

Thank you all for running this blog and providing endless hours of entertainment!

Do you know any fics with Aziraphale playing with/doing Crowley's hair?

Here are some fics in which Aziraphale touches Crowley’s hair...

All Was Well In The World by ethanollieazra (G)

“Angel? Ev’rythin’ alright?” he murmured, sleep in his voice.

Aziraphale couldn’t help but reach forward to cup Crowley’s face. He brushed a tender circle on the demon’s cheek, pulling forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Everything is perfect, my dear.”

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Lying in bed as the early morning sun creeps through the window, Aziraphale begins to braid Crowley’s hair.

Darling, we need to talk about your hair by Crowletto (G)

Aziraphale might have noticed Crowley's hair one or two times over the centuries. It's nothing to lose a good night of sleep about. But sometimes, an angel can't help but wonder...

The Deepest Pit by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

Stricken by unexplained depression, Crowley gets stuck in bed. He can’t even cheer up once Aziraphale comes to check on him. But as always, Aziraphale is happy to keep him company even in the darkest moments.

it talks in tongues and quiet sighs by argentconflagration (E)

Crowley's going to burst. He's going to discorporate on the spot, right here. He closes his eyes and sighs in contentment and assent, and Aziraphale kisses him. It's not deep, but it goes on and on -- Crowley could stay like this forever, and he'd like to believe Aziraphale feels the same. One of Aziraphale's hands is in Crowley's shirt, making tiny grasping motions that Crowley isn't sure Aziraphale is even aware of. But finally Aziraphale pulls back and rests his forehead on Crowley's. He stares into his eyes for a long moment, and takes a long breath in and out. Then he stands up, straightening his waistcoat. "Thank you for that," he says quietly, cheeks pink and gaze still lingering on Crowley's eyes.

Aziraphale and Crowley settle in together, softly and slowly. There's kisses and hair braiding and whispered words of affirmation. It's soft, y'all.

Let Our Walls Cave In by JekkieFan (G)

A month had passed since the Armageddon-that-never-was. And with the new era came a new style. Crowley wasn’t sure in what way he’d change his wardrobe yet. One thing was for sure: he was growing his hair out.

Or, five times the ineffable idiots make excuses for Aziraphale to play with Crowley's hair, and one time they don't.

Angelic Whispers by AppleSeeds (T)

Crowley runs a very popular ASMR YouTube channel, but is considering applying for a job at a real life ASMR spa. He books an appointment as a client to try out the experience for himself, but becomes completely flustered when he meets the ridiculously gorgeous ASMR therapist, Aziraphale, who will be spending the next hour giving him unrelenting personal attention.

and you can say that my hair's a disgrace by Phoenix_Soar (T)

Angels don’t shield Demons. Well, Angels typically don’t disobey orders* and give away their Heaven-issued flaming swords, either.

or

The Author Set Up an Entire Fic Just to Make Aziraphale Touch Crowley's Long Hair ... over the course of 6000 years!

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley's hair #non-sexual intimacy #mod d

[dovahkinniez]

could we see some lucien flavius heacanons, since you said youre open to modded followers? thank you!! c:

Hey, so multiple people have asked for Lucien headcanons, so here I am. I'm specifically answering this one as it says Lucien Flavius, so I know it's him rather than Lucien Lachance.

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LUCIEN FLAVIUS BF HEADCANONS

— such a sweetheart. :']

You're the muscle, he's the brains. Definitely the type to create the plan and then allow you to do all the physical work, at the start anyway.

He's a fast learner and you truly knew he had feelings for you when he fireblasted a bandit to death for coming near you, even his own anger and confidence shocked him.

While dating this man, you'll never be bored.

On the road, long days can be boring as you travel from one place to another. But Lucien spews out facts and songs along the way that makes it less tiresome.

He likes to read to you on the nights too, it's cold in the open air, the fire crackles away and furs just about warm you as he reads softly, almost in a whisper as you watch his lips move with each word.

In dungeons he will stop at least 400 times to pick something up, look at everything and make notes. Especially in Dwemer ruins.

You'll know more facts about the Dwemer than he does once he's done speaking about it all, you wouldn't be surprised if he even knew what happened to the Dwemer and where they went.

He isn't good at cooking. But he likes to do it anyway. Once he burnt his sleeve while cooking and screamed the house down, you truly believed someone broke in and tried to kill him.

Oh yeah! He is really dramatic. Extreme dramatic. He will scream when a mudcrab nips at his leg, will pretend to faint when you kiss him randomly.

He loves kisses. Oh man. He's a sucker for them. Beyond the erratic emotions of being in a relationship, the first kiss was the 'bump-nose-scrape-teeth' type kiss, but after it's perfect and omg, he loves to kiss you.

He especially likes to kiss your collarbone, it's an intimate place, not the regular place to kiss but Lucien isn't a regular person and he loves to press warm kisses there every morning.

He likes to sleep naked, it's real and true. He loves it especially when you to too. Feeling your bare skin against each other just makes him so comfortable, he always sleeps very well.

Lucien writes about you in his letters to his family. They know a lot about you, all the things you've accomplished to what makes you laugh, what you like to eat to the colour of your eyes. They love you already, and when they meet you, they love you even more.

Going to the places in Cyrodiil that Lucien grew up in, seeing all his old friends, it's great to see him so happy and at home, little do you know, he's at home wherever you are.

He loves to sing with you, even when cleaning around the house. Or when you're on your horses in the wild, having fun rhyming games.

He loves your hands, he will stroke his thumb over the scars that litter across them, kiss your knuckles and squeeze the palms of them as he entwines his finger with yours. He has lovely hands, warm, with long fingers.

His hair is very soft too. Play with the blonde locks and he will fall asleep automatically. To be honest, he falls asleep so easily it's unreal. Five seconds on the pillow and he's off.

But he loves it more when he rests his face against your chest. Arms tightly wrapped around you and his cheek smushed as he dozes off.

He's such a cutie. The type to make bracelets with flowers for you, then he surprises you with an actual bracelet. Then he does the same with a necklace. Then one day he does it with a ring and you feel yourself crumble when you realise how this usually works.

When he 'surprises' you with the ring, when he pops the question, he also remembers to tell you he knew from the moment you helped him use his sword properly that he'd want to marry you.

And its true. He did know. He never got so nervous before feeling someone so close. But feeling you close as you taught him, he slipped up a few times which annoyed him but he couldn't focus on anything other than you.

#skyrim x reader #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #elder scrolls skyrim #skyrim #elder scrolls #lucien flavius #lucien flavius x reader

[sintwerks]

About that chair...

>>Your first fantasies included a random, dark room, a kitchen chair, and a tied-up twink, blindfolded with his arms tied behind it. HOWEVER, you had a few minutes to marinate on it, and came to a much more Hermes-core conclusion. As you look down upon your delightful, softly writhing guest, a wide, sharp-toothed grin spreads across your face. Lithe of frame and looking even more slender, half-sunk into an extremely plush chair, one with a base wide-enough for your generous legs to straddle him, Simon's situated with his hands softly tied to deep-purple loops in the chair's arms, fastened with wide, silk straps at the wrists; his legs are likewise tied to the forelegs of the chair with similar, dark-purple, silken straps.

>>With Simon spread eagle like this, but left in his in simple black boxers, you drop to your knees and lean into the cushion of the chair, tenderly walking your fingertips up his thighs, whispering as you go, "Ohhh, what a good chair you'll make, Simon. Now remember," one hand draws a soft line up his stomach, "Noooo cumming (if you can help it)~" That's when your fingers, slender in your human form, easily pry their way through the buttonless-fold of his briefs, one finger tracing a tender, feather-light line under his balls before being joined by the rest, lifting his entire package from the briefs like a delicate treasure from a velvet case. Your other hand has spent the time tracing slow lines up and down Simon's length, teasing it to erection. You make sure to drag this process out, your mouth too close to keep your warm breath off the head, but you never touch him with your tongue, never put your lips to his tip.

>>Eventually he's hard as a rock, and that soft writhing is a tense bodily-shudder, Simon's dick is diamonds in your hand: flushed, stiff, hot. He's got great size, you can't keep your teeth from digging into your bottom lip. "Now this is a toy!" Your words are hot breaths, too excited to be sultry this time, before you're lifting yourself up; first to your feet, and then up, onto the chair. A muffled, huffy chuckle is your response, cock throbbing as you you give it a parting stroke. Simon's been left un-blindfolded, but you've given your guest a delightful, deep-green ball-gag, solid at the core, with just a bit of a gel-layer to really bite into. You look into his eyes, your own practically alight with lust, "Now, my toy..." You lean your weight onto Simon, modest, heavy breasts pressing onto his chest as you balance one hand on his shoulder. The other hand has gone south.

>>You spread your generous ass apart, slowly, eagerly parting your cheeks with your fingertips, until a wet, puffy asshole is revealed, spread apart with your index and middle fingers. Millennia of body-modifications have lent themselves well to your backdoor, one particular mod giving rise to a natural lubrication. Your cheeks part with a wet squelching noise, but they descend with such silence the entire room seems to echo with the combined noises of ragged, harsh intakes of breath. You're in, so fast that you forgot to hotdog him a little bit; but that's alright, as you say out-loud: "Th-that wasn't too fast, right? Not that toys really need time." You give Simon a warm smile, your dirty-talk hollowed-out by horniness anyway, and lacking teeth.

>>You're... actually really enjoying this particular dick, it turns out, sitting nearly upright on Simon's lap with your hands clinging to his shoulders for dear life, eyes crossed and staring into the blurry upholstery of the chair for what feels like... minutes. After what was only about thirty seconds of sitting with the tip of Simon's dick stabbing your prostate (your genetically modified, incredibly sensitive prostate), you feel like you've got to get this show on the road for Simon (briefly forgetting he's a roleplaying a toy for you), but as soon as you've lifted yourself to the very bottom border of his glans, your already-shaky legs drop you back to his lap with a soft thud, and like that, you've already spurted all over his stomach.

>>Hermes St. Germain is not a well-endowed woman, you've always known that, its part of why you got into body-mods, but you've also always been a quick shot with that three-and-a-halfer of yours, doubly-so with an ultra-modified prostate. Your naked ass is also still hornier than all hell. There's still a hard dick on your prostate, a hard dick you're clenching around.

>>Like a little trooper, like a drunken lightweight trying to prove she's sober, you raise your ass back off Simon's dick, and force yourself into a proper rhythm, bouncing like it's the last dick you're ever gonna ride. In the following five minutes, you're not sure exactly how many times you've had to stop and catch your breath, hanging onto Simon's restrained body for dear life as you cum, or as he cums. You set a rule for the man, but you also set out to break that rule FOR him, clenching like you've never cum before, every time you orgasm. There's at least one load, probably two, inside of you, as you ignored both of your refractory periods the entire time, though Simon doesn't seem to even really get winded after his first load; as you finish bouncing (having long-since abandoned any rhythm or style for an erratic, frantic rutting), you stop laying your weight against Simon, stop pressing him between your tits and the chair, and look down.

>>You've PLASTERED the man's stomach and chest with your tiny loads, leaving a pearly-white, sloppy mess between the two of you. The first thing you think to do is snap your fingers, a long, drawn-out motion that takes more energy than you realize; when it sounds out, though, the ball gag, and the ribbons, vanish in a small burst of green light, letting Simon go slack under you, while you attempt to stand up, off of him. Instead, your left knee gives out as soon as you've POPPED, off of Simon, and you roll into the nook of the chair, to his side. You're a sloppy mess, front and back, top and bottom, your hair sweaty and stuck to your face, but you scramble out of the chair, leaving Simon to massage his jaw during the second it takes you to grab as many green towels as you can carry (a lot). You hear him say something, smirking at you, but the eyes on you are hungry, and you can only giggle as you stumble your ways toward the shower.

>>You're in a different part of the room after your shower, and after mind-blowing shower oral (the fact that Simon took your length so easily is still playing in pictures on your brain), lying on your bed, itself somehow MORE plush than your fuck-chair, stroking Simon's hair. "You've been simply wonderful tonight, Simon." This time, in bed, you've shed your human glamour, and while you're STILL not any taller than your bean-pole guest, your Vosi form easily dwarfs Simon in terms of mass, and despite the bluish tint, you're MUCH warmer in this form, a veritable cuddling machine as you while away the time. Sure, he'll have to leave soon, but for now, this part is almost as good as the sex.

((@22tiime2 A little drabble for you!!!

#IC #Not Viewable ICly

[obsess-sinworld]

The 4 Main teasing you in a Heated Make-out Session

With permission of course

TW: Mentions of BDSM, Dom and sub roles, mirror praising.

Word translation: Min kjære du er så vakker - My love you're so beautiful

Edd:

He loves getting touchy with his s/o especially if he’s the dom in bed.

He’s usually shy when it comes to these things

Y’all know where this is going

He’ll usually start first with your face, neck, and upper torso and work his way down~

“Baby do you how long you’ve made me feel this way~? I’m glad you’ve permitted me. so I’ll get to touch wherever~? Otherwise, you’ll make me feel guilty about m-me touching you d-down there~”

Edd would be very flustered at the point where he looked redder than a can of coke. ( IDK why I said that)

If your dom he would act like a total sub he can’t help but feel so pathetic under you that he’d feel like he’s in heaven with every soft touch you give him and whimper at every touch you make on him.

“Baby, p-please s-stop teasing m-me! I-I understand you’re dom but p-please h-have mercy-!”

He can hardly even form a proper sentence due to all of this affection

He is literally at your mercy

If you have a mommy kink expect him to call you mommy every time you have a heated make-out session with him

Tom:

He really doesn’t show much of it at the beginning of the heat session until it’s really heated.

Expect him to be very red

But he’ll kindly go from sub and dom at the Same time

“Baby you better not be teasing me otherwise you’ll leave with a choice…You’ll see~”

But he’ll most definitely attack your neck with hickeys and won’t even let you cover them.

Because according to Tom he wants to show the world that you belong to him and him only.

Bro protective asf

But if your dom bro will internally melt inside he won’t show as much when only like blushing and a mild reaction from him

( Og he give Ruv’s vibes from fnf mid fight masses mod)

Also would be at your mercy heheh

He thought he may be short or tall to you but he’ll forever be every dom unlike Matt or edd

Matt:

Bro would be only a sub unless it comes with Mirror Praising

If was he dom also expect him to be very dom but little sub but he barely shows it

“Heh! Your so beautiful under me! my sweet N/n~! Especially with these mirrors around to show you how beautiful you are with me ~”

Matt would be very gentle with you

Maybe a bit to much

Now if you were dom

Ohhhh this one would be the sensitive one out of all of them ngl Matt would flinch at all of your soft touches and would squirm and whimper at anything you said and let’s just say you had a bit of “Fun”

Tord:

Oh boy this is one is barely ever sub

He will literally wreck your shit ( not exactly literally tho)

Once you both are into your Heated session he knows that he’s dom no matter what he’ll dom you

Mans will pin you down on the bed and start making out with you until you both need a breath of air before continuing again

But not only that but he’s very touchy with you softly touching your skin before he gets to wreck you and whispering sweet little things to you like

“O Min kjære du er så vakker~! Oh Darling I just can’t stop think of all the things I want to do with you~ Would you like that hm~? And besides look at you your so stunning! I’d think you’d enjoy it~”

Once the heated session become sex he’ll pull out his box of sex toys Tie you up to the beds head-frame and be prepared for the night of your life

Let’s just say you have traumatized Tom and Edd Matt didn’t understand what was going on and was confused asf

Now if your dom let’s just say you’ve released lord's cage for being super dominant to a sub because he is a sub just like Matt almost in a way. he’ll just be moaning and whimper for you to continue kissing him and touching his body a touch-starved animal.

“P-Please N/N-N just continue I’m Just So Desperate for you! Ah-! I can’t handle it anymore! Just kiss m-me already!… ugh why can’t they understand I’m so hard..whatever they’ll pay the consequence later for having me wait…”

And when he’s that desperate let’s just say you Both skip foreplay to get Tord’s Hornyness off his back.

#sinsworld #18+ #this was kinda of rushed #eddsworld smut

[koitrash]

Haircut <3

You and Ellie have just settled onto the farm and you noticed her hair is getting a little long, so as a nice girlfriend you offer to cut it. :)

Gif mod by Angel-gbc on youtube <3

Pairing: Farm Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: FLUFFY, literally no angst at all,MNDI!! NSFW, choking (giving), Fem oral (receiving), fingering, praise, biting a wee bit, edging, shower sex, relatively tame smut honestly

Word count: 5k

A/N: I dont think you guys understand how much i loved this fic, truly one of my favorites of all time probably bc its just so domestic and cute and fluffy and we dance to an old love song together and i just UGH i love this one so much thank you to everyone for waiting so long! I highly recommend listening to ‘Something on your mind’ by Big Jay McNeely before reading (or during if your into it) theres only two lines of lyrics so its not painfully overdone but i promise youll enjoy it. also sorry there's no baby in this one i don't like kids or enjoy being pregnant LMFAO maybe later tho

The sun barely crept into your bedroom as you felt a warm arm slip from your waist. The bed creaked as weight shifted under it somewhere behind you. Your groggy state barely registered that the source of the movement was none other than Ellie, who sighed as she pushed herself off the bed.

“El?” You croaked, voice cracking as you rolled your body around to try to find her, eyes adjusting to the darkness. “Are you okay?” You knew she still has night terrors since the Joel incident from over a year ago. Oftentimes you had to rock her back to sleep when she woke up screaming, gasping for air. Reaching out you felt around the warm sheets, searching for her body you knew was just pressed against you. A heated, firm hand rested atop of yours when you finally heard her voice.

“I'm okay babe, just going to let the chickens out.” You couldn’t really hear the faint croaks from the hens outside over her soft, raspy voice instantly melting away your anxiety, almost luring you back to sleep. You hummed as you dug at your eyes, forcing them to finally focus as you wiped away the last ounce of sleep. “Okay I'll go cook breakfast.” You mumbled as you stretched under the covers. Ellie’s hand moved to soothe your forehead, her thumb swiping over your furrowed eyebrows. “No, no. It's early, go back to sleep.” She leaned over to place a quick kiss between your brows.

“So considerate.” You whispered, a smile resting on your lips. She only let out a small, breathless laugh before getting up and heading out. You only laid for a few seconds before your bladder was screaming for the bathroom. A yawn left your mouth as you stood, stretching your arms above your head before making your way to the bathroom.

The door was closed, assuming Ellie was still inside when you heard water rush down the drain. You cracked the door, peeking inside to see that Ellie was immediately alerted, eyes wide as her shoulders squared. “I gotta pee.” You said as softly as possible, like you were walking up on a deer in headlights. She relaxed once you opened the door enough to step through. A toothbrush was dangling from her mouth with a gray hoodie hanging around her neck, hands around the band of her jeans as she pulled them up. Her head jerked to the side, inviting you to come in. You slid past her as she moved out the way, a hand laying on your waist for just a second as she guided you around her. You only jumped a little bit when your butt hit the cold toilet, catching Ellie’s attention as she continued to brush her teeth. You smiled as you watched her, eyes gliding down her slender frame, noting that she should be eating more. It was a little hard, some days she couldn't hold down anything and other days she just wasn't hungry and you were very aware of the reason why. Her hair caught your attention since it was down today, ends dancing a little past her shoulders.

“Your hair is getting pretty long.” You sighed as she spat down the drain, looking over at you as you spoke. She turned back to the mirror, leaning her head over to inspect the length, a small hum vibrating her throat.

“I guess so.” Ellie didn't really leave her hair to grow too long and if it was, it was normally pulled back in a ponytail or bun before cutting it. You stood to pour some water down the toilet, letting it flush. Turning back to Ellie you wrapped your arms around her middle, chin resting on her shoulder as you hugged her from behind. “Let me try to cut it this time.” You rocked side to side gently as a smile tugged at the brunette’s lips.

“Okay,” Her smile widened as she lifted a hand to rest on your forehead. “First of all, morning breath.” Her freckled nose scrunched as she jerked your head back. You flew back dramatically as you scoffed at her, now a few steps away, throwing your arms up. “It's not my fault you were hogging the bathroom where both of our toothbrushes are!” She only laughed as she pulled her hoodie over her torso, exiting the bathroom.

“Second, How do you know I even want to cut my hair? I might like it long.” Ellie joked as she walked down the stairs. You leaned out the door frame, watching her disappear past the steps.

“You don't trust me, I get it! I'll just be the midnight barber!”

“The what?” You heard her giggle as the backdoor swung open. You mentally noted to tell her about cutting her hair while she slept as you headed back to the sink to brush your teeth.

The sun was now letting orange rays flood into the kitchen as you watched Ellie chase around a chicken that got loose. She screamed something along the lines of ‘Willis, you get back here!’, laughing as you cracked an egg onto the hot skillet. Ellie had a thing about naming every single chicken and you could honestly say she just yells out random names at some point, not being able to tell who from who. She scooped the escape artist of a chicken into her arms, strutting back to the gates with a scowl on her face. “Willis you have got to stop fighting your sister, I am tired.” She jabbed a finger at the hen before picking up a basket full of eggs, twisting around to make her way back inside.

The door swung open as you turned to your exasperated partner. “I'm pretty sure that chicken's name is Richie.” You grinned at her.

“Hmm no I think it's Willie.” She returned the smug grin as she kissed your cheek sweetly before turning to the sink to wash her hands

“You just called him Willis.”

“Willis! Yeah that's what I meant.” She wiped her hands on a towel before making her way to the living room. A short chuckle ran out your mouth as you plated the eggs.

“Hey El, Can you play that one song?” You yelled for her, somewhere around the corner. “What's it called?” mumbling to yourself as you thought hard, moving to wash the skillet.

“Let me guess,” You watched her card through some records before sliding one out, cranking the player, and sliding the needle to let the sweet blue tunes roam the room.

‘There is something on your mind’

Ellie whipped around to you, grin plastered on her face as you looked at her, smiling brightly. Your eyes fluttered closed, rolling your shoulders as your head leaned to the side, letting the smooth saxophone strum through your lungs. Ellies hands met your elbows, rocking you gently before resting on your hips as she pressed behind you. You opened your eyes to turn to her, she looked equally lost in the music, face relaxed as it rested on the side of your head with a soft smile playing on her lips. You really took in how beautiful your girlfriend was. She had some new scars on her face, but you always felt like they made her look hotter. Her usual scowl melted away as time went on. Everytime she looked at you her features softened. The sparkle in her eyes came back, she smiled brighter, so bright her dimples came out to play more often. She smelled like tree bark and a hint of smelly chickens but you gladly inhaled her scent as your eyes drifted closed again. You felt her scoot back a little as a warm kiss was planted on your shoulder and a sigh left your lips. She continued to kiss up your neck as she hummed along to the soothing melody.

“One day,” She cooed as she kissed behind your ear. “You're gonna be my wife.” This stopped you, twisting around to face her fully now.

“Are you proposing to me, Williams?” You smiled, letting your arms lift up slightly to her shoulders. She only laughed in return, her hands wrapping around your back. “No, when I propose it'll be a lot more exciting than this.” She smiled, leaning in to press her lips against yours. You hummed, pulling back to tilt your head, deepening the kiss. You felt her sigh against your mouth before hearing your lips smack apart, smile still playing on her face.

‘If you ever think about me,’

“I love you.” You started planting kisses around her face.

“I love you too.” She grinned even harder. Your brows melted together, “Don't love me enough to let me cut your hair?” You joked, letting your hands run through her locks. She laughed, her hand sliding down your back to the curve of your waist. “Okay Y/n, You can cut my hair.”

You almost squealed with excitement but you held it down, opting to just place another short kiss on her lips before letting go. “Trust me, You're gonna love it!” You grinned, making a beeline to the bathroom, dragging her along behind you. “I hope so.” She mumbled but you knew it had no malice behind it. Grabbing some scissors you sat her down on the stool she dragged in. She was seated in between the door frame, more importantly away from the mirror. You mumbled a quick ‘okay’, really to ready yourself more than ready Ellie. Carding through her hair you let the blade pinch off hair, a little bit at a time.

“Are you nervous?” You asked, honestly just trying to distract your nerves.

“A little.” She chuckled under you.

“Don't be,”

Snip

Your eyes widened, dread pooling in your gut as you stared at the chunk of hair falling to the floor. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to make this short cut into something a little different. Your fist flew to your mouth as you bit down on your knuckles, trying not to alert Ellie of your panic. “Y/n?” Ellie questioned your sudden silence and you almost threw up. “Yeah babe?” You made a shaky attempt at the pet name to try to sooth her anxiousness. “You okay?” She tried to twist around before you grabbed her head, forcing her to face forward. “Yeah,” You let out a tight chuckle. “It's looking really good babe!” You carded through her locks again, middle finger coming up shorter than the rest for hair.

“Really?” She attempted to turn around again which was met with your hands twisting her back around aggressively. “Stop trying-”

“Why do you keep trying to break my fuckin’ neck then?” Ellie cut you off, letting out a scared laugh.

“I just don't want you to see it yet! Gotta wait for the big reveal.” You snipped again, another way too big chunk of hair falling off. This time you turned around, letting out a silent scream as you shook your fists in frustration.

“Oh my go-” You whipped back around to see Ellie staring at the pile of brown hair on the ground, hand feeling the back of her head.

“It's fine!” You reached your arms out to try to calm her, “It just looks bad right now, I gotta finish then it'll look good.”

Her brows pushed together as her mouth dropped, eyes flickering between the pile of hair and your worried face. “I just saw you screaming back there.”

“Don't worry!” You smiled as you turned her back around to finish the cut. Truthfully, the cut was choppy, some pieces were cut way too short, making them stick out at odd angles, and it overall looked nothing like the way she normally cuts her hair, but god did she look good. You smiled at her panicked expression as you finished, pushing her hair to sit the way you wanted on her forehead before dragging your hand down to cup her cheek.

“Will you still marry me after you see this cut?” You sent her a worried smile as her face got even more uneasy. She stood, sighing before she planted a reassuring kiss to your lips. “Of course babe, but if I'm bald right now I will be shaving your head.” She laughed before turning and stepping over an even bigger pile of hair, which only freaked her out a little bit.

“Oh wow.” Ellie said breathlessly, twisting her head in the mirror. “It's uhh, different.”

“Honestly I was pretty scared in the beginning but I think it turned out really good.” You smiled as you leaned onto the door frame, watching her reaction.

“Yeah it's not bad, I could get used to it.” She pulled a face, shrugging her shoulders before turning back to you.

“I personally think you look really hot.”

“Oh really?” She moved to you, resting her hand on your hip.

“Yeah like… so fucking hot.” You glanced down to her soft pink lips before looking back up at her just inches from your face now, brows shooting up in excitement. You leaned into her as she grabbed your face, crashing your lips together. You couldnt deny the fact that Ellie’s sex drive had shot up after moving into the farm. Something about having the entire place to yourselves, no one around for miles, no one to barge in, no one to hear your erotic moans set her off. She loved to fuck you way more now, and you gladly accepted it.

She pushed into you, sending you gliding back onto the wall of the hallway. Her hand danced up your thigh as she pulled back, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. You lifted your foot to wrap around her ankle as your arms settled on her shoulders, fingers running through her short locks. Her hands pulled your hips to hers before pulling away slightly.

“Would you think I was still hot if I was bald?” She breathed heavily against your lips. You were shocked at the question to say the least.

“...What?”

“Well I'm just asking because you sure had your sights set on making me bald.” She dipped in to kiss you again. You laughed against her lips as you mumbled out a quick ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’. Her hand lifted your thigh higher to wrap around hers before sliding up your leg and under the huge t-shirt you wore.

“No underwear?” Her brows lifted and her lips puckered as she let out a low whistle before sliding back into a smile. You only stared at her, biting the inside of your lip. Knowing Ellie, you guessed she was gonna stick her hand down your pants at some point today so you decided against underwear this morning. Your eyes trailed down her neck, eyeing how the choppy cut you gave perfectly frames her face. You couldn't help but to stare at least a little bit.

Her warm hand glided up your hips as she leaned in to kiss your neck. Your head pushed back against the wall trying to give her as much room to work with, a small sigh escaping your lips. “Leave a mark.” You whispered to her. Immediately she did as she was told, sucking and biting harshly at the sensitive skin. You gasped as a shiver ran down your spine, making you melt into her lips digging into you. Her hot fingers slid up to your breast, squeezing as she continued to suck at your skin. A soft whimper left your lips as she finally detached herself from your neck, lifting up your shirt, the cold air nipped at your bare skin.

Her warm lips connected to the soft skin on your chest before making its way to your nipple, cupping her mouth around it she sucked, biting down softly when a sharp moan left your mouth.

She sighed as her hands roamed all over your body, and yours did the same, from cupping her head to running over her toned biceps, neither one of you guys could get enough of each other. Every sweet moan that left your lips excited her to move faster, explore more, never get you to stop making those delicious sounds.

Her lips moved to place hot kisses down your stomach as she kneeled, raising your leg to rest on her shoulder. You felt her cheek press against the inside of your thigh as she sighed, eyes falling closed like she was praying for her meal. Your hand met her head, as you tried to maintain your balance against the wall.

“El,” You sighed out, voice shaky as you tried to control your breathing.

“I love the way you say my name, say it again.” She smiled, pressing open mouthed kisses on your thigh.

“Ellie” You whispered again, “Please.” The simple beg was all she needed to go to town. You felt her warm breath wash over your sensitive skin as her nose danced over your slit. A shaky gasp left your mouth, pressing hard against the wall. “I love the way your body reacts when I touch you here.” Her fingers opened your lips and you ached in anticipation, other hand moving to circle your wet entrance. “Oh,” Ellie hummed, watching your hips jerk slightly as you bit down a moan. “My pretty girl.” She smiled, drinking up your lewd expression before dipping her head in, tongue swiping over your entrance and you gasped, fingers curling in her short locs.

Breathing started to become difficult as she let her tongue lap around your entrance before finally dipping in, drawing a moan from your lips. You and Ellie had been together long enough for her to know exactly what to do, where to lick, press, or suck. Your body trembled as her tongue made her way up to your clit, swiping over the sensitive bud. Pleasure pulsed through your body, quick moans falling from your lips as she worked faster and faster under you and you knew a climax was nearing.

Ellie pulled back, glancing up at you under her dark lashes. “Y/n,” Her fingers entered you quickly, curling just past the entrance as they pulled back fluidly. You tried to keep holding down your moans but they were truly music to your girlfriend's ears. “Louder, angel.” She ordered as her fingers thrusted faster. Your jaw dropped, hips grinding into her fingers as your eyes rolled. The coil in your gut threatening to snap at any moment, you let your voice do as it pleased, releasing loud erotic moans into the air. “Thats a good girl, you look so beautiful fucking my fingers like this.” Ellie cooed before dipping back in, letting her tongue work over all the dips of your heat. You could only mumble an incoherent ‘fuck, don't stop’ that you wasn't even sure she picked up but it didn't matter at this point because the coil snapped and your toes curled, pleasure drowning your mind. Ellie's fingers rubbed circles into your hip as her lips pressed delicately at your thigh.

She lifted herself as you tried to level your breathing, the aftereffects of an orgasm still overwhelming your body. Her warm lips pressed into your jaw before working its way to your lips. She kissed you sweetly, holding you steady knowing you were feeling weak in the knees.

“What do you say we ditch the rest of the chores and go get cleaned up?” She asked, breath dancing on your lips as your noses brushed. The simple gesture still made your heart pound out of your chest even after months of being with her.

“I would love a nice hot shower.” You smiled, planting a kiss on her lips again.

what kind of asshole would I be to end it here ;)

You and Ellie had gotten hot showers down to a science. It was a little tricky at first but she made a makeshift showerhead and you boiled the water to put in the canteen. Jackson didn't have hot water but the plumbing was nice. The water system in the farm was okay, still needed work but neither one of you guys were considered experts at the craft.

You were bringing up one more large pot of boiling water when you saw the steam collected at the ceiling of the bathroom. Ellie was only in her underwear, ready to hop in and let the stream of water sooth her aching muscles. Barn work has been pretty tough lately, bruises littered all over her body. You poured the hot water in the canteen as you watched Ellie strip down to nothing, almost burning yourself in the process. Now, you’ve seen Ellie naked more times than you could count but that didn't mean everytime she did it wasn't any less exciting than the last. She turned smiling with a ‘come on’ nod as she stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over her skin. You didn't have to be told twice as you undressed yourself before stepping in as well.

“Can I wash your hair?” You asked, watching soap studs rinse down her body.

“That's so gay.” She giggled before handing you the shampoo.

“I think living on a farm with your girlfriend is gayer.” You lathered your hands before sticking them in her head, massaging at her scalp as she rolled her shoulders, tilting her head back to give you more room.

“You don't know how good that feels.” She sighed.

“I can make you feel good in more than one way.” You mumbled before pushing her head under the stream of water. “Rinse.” Her hand wiped at her face as she turned around to face you, grin on her features.

“What did you just say?”

“Rinse.” You tilted her head back to let the water finish washing away the rest of the studs. Ellie's fingers danced along your bare hips, as her brows shot up, water almost drowning her again. You laughed as she lifted herself from the running water, betrayal written all over her face.

“First you try to break my neck and now you want to drown me? What the fuck is your problem, babe?” She joined in on your giggles.

“I said,” You leaned in close, bare skin pressing against her. “I wanna make you feel good in more than just one way.” Your lips met hers, kissing sweetly before you let your hands trail down her side. Ellie only hummed in response, smiling against your lips as she leaned in again, tongue swiping your bottom lip for access. Your hand slid down her stomach as she gasped into your mouth.

Hot water washed over your body, making your muscles relax as Ellie leaned onto the cold shower wall. Both of you guys' skin was hot as sticky as you pressed together. She groaned when you moved to kiss at her neck, biting down as you moved across her sweet skin. Her hand pulled you by the hip, like she couldn't get enough of you, like she wanted every inch of your skin pressed against hers. Your hand moved to the back of her thigh as you kissed up to her ear. Only whispering a soft “Lift it.” and she complied, eager to feel your fingers in her. Her foot balanced on the ledge of the tub, careful not to slip, now giving you more access to her heat you let your fingers dance down and her eyebrows pinched as she watched you.

Her lips found yours again, slightly missing in the fury of passion. Ellie was always fast when it came to you pleasuring her, she got turned on quickly, she never wanted to let you savor her or take your time. Eager to say the least. Although she always tried to make you move faster you had your ways of slowing her down. Your fingers trailed at her slit, dancing around her lips as she let out a soft whine, throwing her head back and you watched the water drip down to her neck. You dipped in close, letting your tongue lick from her collarbone to her jaw, and you only heard a soft gasp before she let out a lewd, delicious moan. She knew you was always weak to her erotic sounds that fell from her pretty lips.

You let your fingers curl around her neck as you eyed her. “You know what you're doing, don't you?” Your head tilted as you watched her eyes glide down to your lips, chest rising and falling quickly and her hips jerked into your hand again.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” She cooed, voice low and shaky as she tried to keep her composure. You only squeezed your fingers around her neck, letting your other hand brush past her clit as her eyebrows shot up and another soft moan escaped her lips. As much as you hated it, you couldn't hold back anymore, you wanted to hear her sweet moans as much as she wanted to feel you in her so you complied. Your fingers dipped into her entrance, working quickly to find her sweet spot. Her walls tightened around you and you curled your hand into her neck more as she released the most delectable moans you've ever heard. Her jaw dropped as her brows pushed together, “Right there.” She whispered, if you could even call it a whisper but you were dying to hear more. You picked up the pace, letting your thumb circle her clit and her hips rocked into your fingers as her eyes fluttered closed, pleasure pulsing through her veins. “Fuck, baby your doing so good.” She whined, slowly sliding down the wall as her knees became jelly.

“Want me to stop?” You asked, slowing your pace as she breathed heavily. Although you didn't want to stop if you didn't edge Ellie she would finish far too fast and you wanted to hear her beautiful noises all night long. Her brows raised, pinching slightly as her hand found your wrist. “Baby?” She asked, swallowing thickly as her chest rose to collect more steamy air.

“Yeah?”

“My love,” She smiled for a second. “If you dont fuck me I swear to-”

Her threat was cut off by her own moan as you rammed your fingers into her, curling and pulling exactly how she likes it. Your other hand left her neck to circle her clit again, as much as you liked choking her your other hand was cramping in that position. Ellie’s head pushed against the wall, water trickling down her neck as her moan hitched in her throat. “F-fuck, Y/n,” She moaned heavy into the air and at this point you thought you were seeing stars. “Don't stop, please don't stop.” She begged in between whimpers and you loved watching her unravel in your hands like this but you knew she was close to finishing.

“Don’t cum. Not yet.” Your fingers worked carefully on the spot you remembered she liked the most. She only whined more in response, lips parting as she huffed. “I can't,” She whimpered, gripping your shoulders. “Yes you can, baby.” You tried talking her through but you couldn't tell if she was listening or not, her brows knitted together as she cursed between her lewd gasps. So instead you grabbed her hand, moving it to hold on her lower stomach since your fingers were occupied. “Press here.” You directed and she obeyed, as soon as she pressed you curled your fingers slightly higher, other hand roughly swiping her clit.

“Fuck!” Her eyes opened to look at you and you almost passed out at her expression. Her brows lifted, creasing together with her mouth dropped open, face flushed red as drops of water ran down her skin, bright green eyes squinting at you through thick lashes. Her eyes rolled back as she shut them again, high pitched moans falling from her sweet lips with her thighs closing around you, she trembled in your hands.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you cupped her cheek, her face was so red at this point you were starting to get a little worried. The steamy bathroom was honestly making you feel a little lightheaded so you could only imagine how she was feeling. She huffed as she came down from her ecstasy high, smile warming her face.

“More than okay.” Ellie smiled and you leaned in to kiss her quickly.

“Does this make up for that fucked up haircut?”

“I thought you said it wasn't bad?” She dramatically gasped as you giggled and she regained her strength enough to push off the wall now blocking the stream of warm water. “I'll think about it.”

Do i ever know how to end a fic? Tune in next time to find out! Thanks for reading this far! Love you guys <3333333 also tell me if you also liked the dancing scene bc i was a giggling mess writing that

#ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou #tlou2 #tlou fanfic #ellie williams imagine

[bladeworksicons]

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[k0kichiimagines]

i do! sc because the censored word sometimes means the post wont show in tags

- mod kokichi

Nagito x reader

-> n$fw headcanons

CWs: n$fw. underage - dni

OKAY SO TO START OFF because i have a lot to say on this

he makes the PRETTIEST noises. like soft pants, and the closer he gets they turn into gentle whines. he tries so hard to not moan, he doesn't want someone to hear and make you feel embarrassed (to him its one thing if people are aware he's pleasuring you, but he assumes youd never want anyone to know youre daring to pleasure him in return)

so if you tell him to be loud he wont really be able to hold back, his moans will tumble out his mouth before he knows what hes doing

anyways

he loves giving you pleasure. (im not sure how easy face riding is if you have a dick, but whatever the nearest is, he LOVES it). hes so happy to either sub and have you practically use him, or to dom in his soft way and make you melt. especially if you praise him as well, tell him hes doing so well, that hes a good boy

he has a degrading kink, just tease him, call him messy, desperate, make him beg and whine, refuse to give him what he wants - man loves it

i dont think hed like being choked, but you just lightly wrapped your hand round his neck w/o stopping him from breathing - hed like it

but equally he loves being doted on. he never asks for it, denies it when you offer, but he loves having you kiss him sweetly, call him pretty, suck him off, ride him / fuck him while he's on his back. makes him melt, he feels so loved.

gently run your fingers through his hair, cup his cheeks, whisper against his neck, softly dig your fingers in his back, run your hands down his chest - all the sensations make him feel so overwhelmed, like hes floating on clouds

if you make him jealous, or tease him long enough, you see a different side. he'll stare so intensely you mighty think he was glaring (and sometimes he is). he drags you with a firm wrist, and hes so silent too. you might get a sharp instruction, or perhaps he strips you himself. he never degrades you, nothing beyond a "is this what you wanted?". hes so serious it makes your legs weak.

he's down for almost anything, not keen on hurting you badly though. he probably has dreams he doesnt tell you easily about, he doesn't want you to see him as gross or perverted like everyone else.

he does get stronger as the years pass, but even then not by much. he loves any position, but sometimes he doesnt have the energy to be on top or anything, and he might be pretty tired afterwards - especially if it was a longer session.

i think he might cry if it was more comforting sex. just softly, and he would try hide his face - so youd have to pull his hands down to kiss his face

pretty boy <333 im gonna do an alphabet thing w him one day

#‼️... under 16 dni #nagito x reader #nagito Komaeda x reader #Komaeda x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines

[deancaskiss]

Suptober Day 9: Body Mods

For @tootiredmotel’s follower celebration, prompt: secret

wc: 634

“Tell me a secret,” Dean said, looking over the rim of his glass of whiskey towards Cas; warmth from the drink mixing with the steady heat flickering orange and red in the fireplace.

Cas smiled softly, fingers tracing idly along the rippling designs etched into the glass. “What kind of secret?” Cas asked.

They’d been taking things slow as they found their new balance and they discovered who they were together, and somehow Dean didn’t mind it one bit. This was all still so new between them; a week of dancing this line between ‘friends’ and ‘lovers’ after more than a decade of yearning. It was like learning who Cas was all over again- from the way the angel liked to be kissed slow and sweet as they lay tangled in bed at night, to the way Cas liked his coffee first thing in the morning as the sun crept over the horizon.

“Tell me something you’ve never told me before.”

Shifting quietly, Cas moved to tuck his legs over Dean’s lap. Instinctively, Dean ran his free hand up and down Cas’ shin, and Cas let out a little pleased sigh.

“Do you remember when I got the tattoo to hide myself from the angels?” Cas asked, voice matching the soft crackling of the fire.

Dean nodded, not wanting to disturb the moment. Wanting to hear Cas’ voice, low and breathy, revealing another part of himself that Dean could cherish.

“I never told you that it wasn’t the only tattoo I got when I was there. I paid for two of them. One of them was the sigil on my chest,” Cas spoke, fingers still trailing along the shimmering glass.

When Dean reached out to touch that hand, Cas switched the glass to his other hand and gently tangled their fingers together. “What other tattoo did you get?” Dean whispered reverently, his own drink long forgotten now that both of his hands were preoccupied with exploring Cas.

Cas took a deep breath, smiling nervously before looking over towards the fireplace. “The name Winchester, but written out in Enochian. There was this story… passed down by the angels who walked the Earth. Those that chose to protect certain families would get their names etched onto their skin as a sigil of protection. I didn’t have my Grace at the time, but I thought… I wanted to keep you safe.”

Swallowing thickly, Dean squeezed Cas’ hand as the words tumbled around and around in his head. “You have my last name tattooed on your body?” Dean asked, the words like a prayer spoken between them.

“Just above my right ankle,” Cas murmured.

The breath in Dean’s lungs stuttered out in a gasp, and he ever-so-gently eased Cas’ pants up his leg. Sure enough, there in black ink, was a word inscribed into Cas’ skin; a permanent name etched into Cas’ being. His family name. Just sitting there. On Cas’ skin. For years now. And Dean had had no idea.

“Dean. You haven’t said anything,” Cas’ voice wavered, leg shifting in Dean’s lap as he started to pull away.

But Dean moved quicker, trailing fingertips along the Enochian inscribed on Cas’ ankle. It was overwhelming and agonizing and heartstopping. Leaning down, Dean brushed his lips over the tattoo; unable to find the words to describe any of this. And then he smiled, pressing his thumb against the black ink as he sat up and tugged Cas closer until the angel was pressed flush against him.

“I always wanted to give you my last name,” he replied before he kissed Cas, slow and sweet just the way Cas liked to be kissed. Cas melted into the kiss, and Dean let the brush of their mouths speak the words his voice couldn’t quite describe.

You are a Winchester, Cas.

#destiel #suptober21 #tootired500 #spn #supernatural #userpris #useranny #becauseofthebowties #creativecaviar #offbeattraxx #userdorksinlove #userbon #bluefirecas #archervale #thisisapaige #alivedean #inacatastrophicmind #justcastiel #gardenercas #bex writing

[yuujism]

itadori, fushiguro, gojo & nanami — cuddling headcanons

REQUEST: Not to be so- sof- s*ft or anything but can you do hcs of cuddling our bois to sleep because you had a nightmare? Had a nightmare about a clown coming for my ass last night and that was NOT what I call festive >:(

| PAIRINGS: itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru and bonus! nanami kento x gn!reader (separately)

| WARNINGS: fluffy, having nightmares, cuddles omg, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: idk lol

A/N: hello! (´∀｀) omg anon this request was a while ago so uhm sorry dkjshs but i’m delivering to you!! also i liked this idea a lot bc i’m feeling fluffy 👉👈 so i might do another part of these hcs with yuta, nobara, geto, miwa and whoever you would like!! so anyway!! hope it’s what you expected and enjoy!! 💕

Itadori Yuji

Now when i tell you i see yuji as a heavy sleeper

He may not notice the way you woke up with heavy breathing after a nightmare right away

Or the way you’re moving around

Or the fact you’re softly calling his name for him to wake up

But... well, there’s really no but’s

Yuji won’t wake up until you’re shaking him roughly by his arm

His blurry sight would only let him see yoir silhouette through the dark

But after a few seconds when his brain was a little more functional, Yuji finally heard your breathing

Yuji would immediately go into must protect mod

“Baby...”

His throaty voice would be full of concern yet it would be so sweet as he opens his arms

He is so warm when you finally accommodate yourself in his arms

The skin to skin contact is so relaxing you could almost melt in his embrace

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Want anything?”

You can see he’s still sleepy yet he would jump off the bed if you asked him too

But this time you just wanted him to hold you

Yuji would definitely run his fingers on your hair, massaging your scalp as you breathed in his scent

You can also expect him to start rubbing your back softly and intertwining your legs

In some occasions he would start telling you something funny that happened during his day

Feeling his chest vibrate under your cheeks as he laughed at a particular moment

Yuji definitely kisses your head and your cheeks when your position lets him

He’s just really sweet and understandable, drawing circles over your arm from time to time

Would sometimes hum a random song while your breathing calmed down

Yuji knew he wasn’t perfect at comforting but he tried to be for you

And even if he’s way too tired, Yuji would always wait for you to fall asleep first before he closes his eyes

Fushiguro Megumi

Megumi would be studying while you were taking a nap

I mean, it was like 6pm and you decided to sleep?

Megumi sighed in disbelief at your logic

But then he heard you letting out small noises as you laid in his bed

And at first he tried to stay concentrated and pay it no mind

He really thought it was just your usual sleepy babbling

But when Megumi started hearing your heavy panting

And then your soft cries

Megumi jumped from his chair as fast as he could, running to the bed where you were squirming around

“Y/N?” he whispers, shaking your frame softly

And when you wake up abruptly, eyes filling with tears while looking up at Megumi and flying to his arms

He can’t help but think how cute you are

Megumi feels kinda bad for that ngl

But he’s quick in wrapping his arms around you and lay down next to you

“Bad dream, huh?” He would genuinely ask as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, nodding

Megumi would chuckle and shake his head amusingly

He just really thinks you’re adorable in this state

Would totally read a book or just get lost in his own mind as you breathe calmly next to him

Megumi knows you’re pretty vulnerable when you have a bad dream, so he’s really careful with his actions

He tries to be more gentle with you

Really bad at cuddling and being the big spoon when needed like these times

However Megumi really excels on making you feel protected

Would just hold you tightly and whisper a few “Better?” until you tell him you are okay

You always say you aren’t even if you are just to feel him a little more

Megumi would kiss your nose when you fall asleep again before going back to his own work

Gojo Satoru

This man can be as thick in the head as a brick wall

And also quite an annoying pain in the ass

But he’s cute

And he’s also super caring for you and would never belittle your worries

So when you’re laying next to him one night and start moving around more than usual

Even if it’s just a small movement

Satoru can feel it

Maybe it’s the way he got used to sensing everything around him

But he can clearly feel the way your chest is rising up and down quickly

So naturally, Satoru sits down on the bed looking at you for any kind of reaction

And when you open your eyes with a big gasp only to see a pair of piercing blue eyes looking at you

You swear you got even more scared for a small moment there

But Satoru was quickier and rubbed your cheek with his hand, smiling softly

“You okay there, babe?” it’s kinda lighthearted the way he says it, trying not to sound too serious

And you just shake your head, a small hint of a pout on your face

This is where cuddly!Satoru comes to life

Even if he says otherwise, he actually loves being the big spoon

Satoru loves the feeling of your body pressed against him

So if holding you meant making you feel better then it was a win-win situation for both of you

Looooves drawing small circles on your tummy and thighs and kiss the back of your neck

Satoru is just really touchy and sweet when it comes to cuddling so expect a lot of kisses

He would most likely throw his long leg over you when he’s half asleep

After that nightmare, whenever he feels you move around, he tries to hold you tight in his sleep

Satoru does this so you don’t feel like you’re alone only because he’s asleep

Overall really sweet and cute, pretty clueless with his soft kicks when you both are already sleeping soundly

Bonus!Nanami Kento

So Nanami really takes care of his sleeping time

He’s usually really tired so he would rather not have anything disturb him

But for you, he makes an exception in almost every single aspect of his life

So when Nanami feels the way you’re poking his arm, almost shyly

He wakes up to look at your nervous face, just one eye open as he yawns a little

Nanami is a man of a few words and a good observant

So you don’t have to say anything because he’s already wrapping an arm around you

Pulling you close to his chest as he places a kiss on the top of your head

“It’s okay, I’m here with you” he would whisper tiredly, releasing a sigh when he feels the way you nod

Nanami doesn’t have to say much to you and you’re glad for that

He has a way to make you feel safe with the smallest of touches

So you sleep soundly with his hands caressing your arm and listening to his breathing

Nanami secretly loves the way your lips brush against his chest

He decides it’s time for him to sleep again once you’re asleep

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen writing #itadori yuji x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader

[modx-reborn]

holy SHIT mod, weve talked about demon wilbur degrading but demon wilbur praise should be just as considered

👀...

Praise was kept from his lips unless it was a truly special occasion, or you had exceeded his expectations, so how were you to react if he was to start trading the hissed words for smooth praise, honeyed words not tinted with vinegar or spite, no petty rebuttal or harsh sting just the sweet sound of his voice carrying the joy of positive reinforcement. He wanted to see you shiver, look up at him with those big eyes and slowly come around to hear how sweetly he could coo at you, he wanted to see you melt into his arms before he took you apart with his hands, tongue and cock.

And how you melted to the sound of his see cooing praise.

"Look at you pretty thing, so sweet and eager for me, do so well even when all I give is vitriol. I wonder what I would do without you, my precious little mortal, should hide you away and keep you safe and protected, something so perfect should be treasured and kept safe after all..."

The way he got to watch you shiver and lean into the feeling of his hands wrapped around your waist, tail loose as it circled your thigh pulling you even closer than you had been, pulling you flush to his chest, chin tucked into the curve of your shoulder as soft lips leave a trail of gentle kisses and light nips in their wake. Wilbur was living for how you drank every word and coo in, keeping track of what made your shoulders truly relax and what barely moved you, who eager you seemed would be fuel for everything he needed for years to come.

"That's it, such a sweet mortal for a damned thing like me, a little slice of the heaven I never knew, so pretty and perfect. You like it don't you? How softly I call you, how gentle I can be, I can tell..."

"Well little one, Maybe I will have to melt you like this more often, have you so docile and eager for more from me, you'd worship me like a good little heretic wouldn't you if I asked nicely enough? If I cooed and whispered at every prayer and sigh of my name from you, you would give up every holy notion for me? Just because you are so good for me..."

#c: wilbur #mcyt smut #k: monster #k: religion #k: praise #mxad #anon response

[genshingarbage]

Could I request any boys of your choice where they’ve had an exhausting day and their s/o says they should take a nap on their lap? Thank you!

Cute boi hours again? Yes <3 Sleepy time awe! I am gonna pick a very select few that i think this works well with, so i hope you're okay with the hand picked few ;) - Mod Diluc

Rest My Love.

|| Head Cannons ||

Kazuha/Diluc/Xiao/Kaeya

Kazuha

He was beat, exhausted and aching, every muscle in his body ached like something fierce. But, who ever said the life of a lone wandering samurai was gonna be a breeze? Yea, that's right- no one. Because it sure as hell wasn't. He was use to feeling this way yet somehow it still made him just as grouchy as the first time.

He walked into the small building that was titled as your homestead and yawned; stretching his arms out he heard a few odd bones pop from the pressure, it relieved some of his tension but not nearly enough for it to be actually satisfying. With a huff he removed some of his more heavy going clothing, including his shoes, till he was more loose and relaxed.

He shuffled slowly into the house, trying not to wake you. You were his lover and so him coming to your home was somewhat normal now, but he often was away for large periods of time, and he never liked to disturb you. Specially when you're busy. Which you were, you had your nose deep between the pages of a gripping story written so entrancing like from a book. So much for his first theory that you'd be asleep at this time, huh?

He tried to creep past you as you read, but you wasn't born yesterday. So with a roll of your eyes and a soft exhale from your nose you spoke out. "Kazuha. Welcome home hun." You didn't even bother to turn your head around to him, you knew fully well he was frozen in his steps now, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. He blinked a few times before sorting himself back to his normal standing position and chuckling awkwardly, a breif rub to the back of his neck ensued.

"Ah, yea, I'm uh- yea. I'm home, thanks Y/N. I really didn't wanna disturb you there." He spoke softly and with great regret; like he'd just committed an awful crime. You simply closed the book after having bent the tip of the page you were on, as to know where to start off when you return to it, and placed the item down on the small table infront of your sofa. "Kazuha, it's fine... I was only reading a book." You chuckled gently.

"I know, but... it felt wrong to interupt you so abruptly specially when you seemed so into it-" you'd twisted your torso ever so slightly so your eyes could lay on his now, your heart almost broke, he looked absolutely shattered- like all life was drained from him. Just what had this crazy man gotten up to in his absence? "Kazuha- oh my goodness. Look at you! You're about to pass out."

He smiled politely and waved his hand side to side as if dusting your worry back into the wind. "Nah, I'm a lil tired that's all. I'm gonna have a lie down, I'll be right as rain after." He went to go back to making his way to the exit of your living room, that is until you called out ever so gently. "Or well, I wouldn't mind if you rested your head on my lap." A faint blush flushed your cheeks. He turned to face you yet again. Blinking several times over again.

"Really?" He tilted his head almost like a curious puppy, he has no idea how cute he is sometimes. "I mean, sure why not? You've not been home for over a month. I do get lonely ya know, the company would feel nice, and your presence is always warm and welcoming." You smiled sweetly at him and he returned the expression with full earnest. Nodding softly he made his way to the sofa, where you rested, and now reshuffled and organised yourself to get into a more comfy position.

It wasn't long before he was laying on his side with his head nestled into your lap, breathing softly as your hand gently rested adorn his head of hair. "Mmh. You're right, this beats sleeping alone any day." He hummed sleepily to you, by the way his voice was giving out you could tell he was close to succumbing to his slumber already. With a gentle smile still planted across your lips you hushed him softly.

"Shh, rest now. My Kazuha." You began to hum a quaint little lullaby that had him snoring in under three minutes. This man, he works himself so hard, but still, it's one of the reasons you love him so much, the fact he's hard working and never gives in. And you have the comfort in your mind of knowing whenever he gets this tired again, he'll have you here to be by his peaceful sleeping side everytime. Now and forever.

Diluc

The sky was a beautiful orange and red tone, the colours mixed so beautifully, with the white fluffy clouds scattered around too, it looked like a stunning evening. You were sat alone at the dinner table again, your chin resting on your opened palm, your eyelids half shut to block the rays of the last bit of presence from the sun.

The candles had long since burned out and the beautiful sweet honeyed roast you'd prepare with such delicacy and tender care was going cold. Diluc was suppose to be home over thirty-five minutes ago, he promised he'd make it in time for whatever dinner the maids threw together tonight, he wasn't aware you'd taken it upon yourself to lovingly prepare tonight's meal for him.

You couldn't be mad at the man; or hold a grudge for that matter, you knew what type of person he was, you knew he wasn't one for sticking to plans and promises, he simply couldn't be with the work he has, not to mention his little sun down hobby that you became privy too after several years with the crimson haired gentleman. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was the fact you knew without doubt he truly did love you. And in a way that was enough for you.

It was sundown now and your dinner had long been since tidied up by the maids, with a somewhat solemn look to your face you'd decided to go to bed early that night. Knowing Diluc, he wouldn't be home for hours to come anyway. Your eyes were just starting ache and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy for you now. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth softly you let your body sink further into the warm embracing sheets.

Click.

Your eyes slowly opened back up when you heard the all too familiar noise of your bedroom door opening, narrowing your eyes slightly to help adjust to the dim glow of the room, the small aid of illumination being provided solely by your nightstand candle. It wasn't hard to make out who it was however, since his deep red hair practically danced from the slight glow of the flicking flame.

"Diluc." It came out more like a whisper which you never intended for it too, but you were so gripped by tiredness now it was hard to sound more awake at the given circumstances. "Sorry for waking you my dear, wasn't my intention." You hummed softly in response and then watched as best as you could as he removed his attire and shoes, stripping down to just his boxers.

Gripping the band that kept his hair up was the last part, with a tug his hair flew down and waved apart, you kept a watchful eye on him. As it was when his hair was down that he was always at his most tired and vulnerable mental state now. "The maids told me Y/N." He still sounded strict, or at least he was trying his best too. But his voice wavered in every sense of the word.

The bed dipped beside you as his weight was added to the mattress now, a small groan escaping his lips. You knew what he meant, it wasn't a surprise the maids told him you'd prepared the dinner today, you'd just wish they'd not sometimes, to avoid adding more stress to the man's poor ordeals. "It's fine, it was just a small attempt. I'm not exactly the best cook to begin wit-"

The poorly sounding wince from him cut you off, the failed attempt to stifle it and keep it under wraps didn't go unnoticed. You narrowed your eyes at the man beside you in bed now, and then you saw. He was littered with cuts and bruises, they surely must hurt, why didn't he say anything? Scratch that. He never tells you anyway, thinking its better that way. Silly man.

With a gentle huff you shook your head, shuffling your weight and sitting up ever so slightly, your back pressing against the several puffed pillows under you. "Enough of that. Come here darling." It was your turn to sound strict however, and for once he didn't fight back. Your heart tugged at you slightly as you felt the weight shifting around beside you and then were suddenly graced with the feeling of his head nuzzling into your lap.

You took it upon yourself to softly begin to caress his head, letting your hand stroke and massage the man's hair and scalp. The groans and sighs that left him were evidence enough he was in a blissful state right now, your sweet Diluc. Always putting his life on the line to protect those less fortunate than him, when will he learn? That his life matters just as much. Sigh.

You heard a soft mutter from him, something along the lines of 'sorry' and 'dinner'. But he was already taken by the nights calming embrace to be formulating anything coherent now, so you closed your eyes with another soft shake of your head and continued to massage his head. Till both you and your hand laid still, silent, asleep. Whatever he'd done tonight, whatever reason he'd missed dinner, it didn't matter. As long as he loved you it was enough. It always has been, it always will be.

Xiao

The stars twinkled softly an slowly, looking so entrancing from down below, the dark blue sky washing above you with the dazzling twinkles looking like small fire flies dancing around. You stood there, your knee bent slightly as your weight was supported by the banister of the top balcony to Wangshu Inn. Any minute now, you thought to yourself calmly.

And is if on que a sudden and harsh breeze blew past you, followed up with a loud thud. You turned your head ever so slightly, seeing the young looking yaksha lifting back up from his crouch landing position. "Welcome home honey." you said somewhat stone like, to which you got a simple sounding 'Tsk' as response, as he chucked his spear lazily behind him, to which it dissolved away instantly.

You rolled your eyes to the quiet scoff that greeted you back, shaking your head slowly, your eyes went back to focus on the landscape below you from the viewpoint of the balcony. It was so peaceful and beautiful. "How has your day been?" You decided to question him further, all while remaining your focus elsewhere.

"Fine." he responded in short. This type of reply was normal to you now, he wasn't the talkative type, despite having been the first to say to you he loved you. "Well, that's good then." you said back in your normal sweet tone now. You could tell from that tone in his voice he was exhausted, he didn't have to say or do anything, you could just tell.

Thinking it was best to leave now and give him his privacy you turned away from the balcony and began to walk to the exit. "I will let you rest my love, see you soo-"

"Wait."

His voice was louder than its ever been round you, the faint flush on his cheeks was evidence enough he never intended for it to come out so loudly from his own mouth. "Xiao?" you turned back round, seeing him stood there looking like a somewhat lost lamb, it was damn cute.

"S...stay with me, ... please."

His voice, so soft, so sweet, so gentle. You felt your heart crack slightly, your poor adeptus, he must've been rushed off his feet tonight. The dark bags forming under his eyes said all you needed to hear.

Chewing your bottom lip softly you breathed in and then walked over to him slowly. "Xiao..." you whispered his name lovingly, his eyes met with yours and for a brief moment the air left your lungs, the sight of his exhausted face so close to you, actively seeking comfort within you, it was enough to melt the coldest of icebergs.

Letting your hand slip into his with a gentle squeeze, a small smile on your lips you led him down the stairs of the Inn, into your bedroom, a tidy and quaint little sleeping quarter. He needed to rest, he is pushing himself too much, and if you do not take action, he never will.

Climbing onto the bed once you'd abandoned your shoes on the carpet you looked up at him, laying in a relaxing position. The red on his cheeks only flushed deeper and darker, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. Such a lewd mind, oh my, you never expected him to get the wrong idea over a situation like this.

"Xiao- no... not that." you chuckled at his confused expression, he was so alien to the concept of just touch in general now, that to him he sees it so black and white, being close means being intimate, otherwise why get close? So it was up to you to show him the ways of being human again.

You let your hand softly pet and stroke your lap and he raised his brow, but seeing the sudden light in his eyes spark showed you he caught on to what you really were aiming for. So he hesitantly dipped onto the bed next to you, he was tense and his movements were awkward, but he eventually shuffled his head and body to lay down with his head nestled softly into your lap.

"Is this... okay?" he muttered it nervously, like he was scared the slightest movement would shatter everything around him. You looked down at him and gently kissed your fingers, pressing them against his lips in response. "Shh, rest my love, you need it." Just to further add to what you were saying you let your hand gently rub the outer ridge of his ear.

The blush eventually left his cheeks, the tensed muscles finally went lax and his breathing grew heavier and more unguarded, with a pleased hum from your lips you closed your eyes too and began to succumb to the sweet calling of slumber too.

As long as he has you, you will always be there to help[ him, he may be an adeptus, a yaksha, but you? He is just as human as you or anyone else. Wrath filled or not. He is and always will be your sweet little adeptus. Your perfect lover. Your Xiao.

Kaeya

Another late night and you sat cuddled up on the sofa scanning through several paintings, more specifically paintings that you had done over the course of several months. It was a hobby of yours, but with the aid of Albedo giving you tips and throwing you pointers here and there you'd become surprisingly good at it; who would've guessed you'd secretly be an artist in hiding? Not you that's for sure.

It was fun enough to help tide over the unsettling impatience that always started to bubble under your skin at least, specially on nights like this, where Kaeya, your boyfriend, who also happened to be the Calvary Captain for the Knights of Favonius was out at an ungodly late time, dealing with a suspicion of criminal activities, within the borders of Mondstadt.

He never broke his promises to you thus far, of which were he will always return safely home to you, but it never did fully destroy the raging thunder of worry that often seized your mind on a daily, who could blame you? The man was always in such dangerous predicaments. Who knew if this morning, or any morning for that matter, where you kissed him goodbye, would be the last time you ever would see his face when you waved him off?

It isn't his fault you know this, but you do wish that sometimes he would be cut slack, just a little, so you could for once not have to distract yourself with idle glances of your paintings while waiting for his return. If only every now and then Jean, The Acting Grand Master would just let him have a day off-

Click.

You jumped slightly upon hearing the noise of your front door not open, but actually close. Turning your head you saw Kaeya stood there, arms covering his chest in a crossed way, a raised brow prominent as he glared down at you. "How long have you been worrying?" His voice sounded so flat and monotone, almost a hint of exhaustion. Was he growing tired of your over worried nature?

"I... uh. uhm..." You were at a loss for words, how long had you been worrying exactly? Two, three hours now? You were unsure of the answer yourself. He shook his head and sighed out slowly, it was long and drawn out; he must be so tired from his work today, seeing you up at this hour acting like a child probably doesn't help his situation in the least.

You looked down sadly, feeling ashamed and guilty of yourself because you do this oh so often to him, he always prays your in bed, safely tucked up and lost in your own dreams before he gets home, but you never are, you're always awake and worried, your face far from the peaceful look he often daydreams you having.

"It doesn't matter anymore my little petal." He hums softly as he walks around the sofa to get within arms reach, crouching onto his own weight to scoop you up, your mind in shock you let the paintings slip from your grip and pool around the seat you were just in and the floor underneath you. "Whe- Kaeya?"

"Shh, it is time to head to the bedroom." He spoke so matter factually, which left you eyes wide and beet red, to which he glanced down and a smug chuckle slipped from him. "For sleep Y/N." You relaxed instantly, a sigh escaping you. "Unless of course, you want the other thing?" You squirmed, embarrassed beyond belief, he loved to teased you. "Quit it Kaeya!" You pouted at him, to which he just chuckled at lightly, planting a soft kiss on your head.

Once in the bedroom he drops you so you fall and sink into the softness of your mattress and covers, to which he joins you quickly after. Now both in bed he simply huffs as he turns and crawls around before you feel his head find its preferred resting place; your lap. You smile and gently chuckle. "May i?" He asks just a tad bit too late for permission.

"You're already laying there Kaeya, bit late for the formalities now." You roll your eyes and turn to blow the candle out, leaving you both in darkness and silence, just your soft and gentle breathing in unison as you stroke and massage his head, to which he groans gently in delight too. He is so sweet when he sleeps on your lap like this, you feel closer to him now than you ever normally do, unless you involve the factor of intimacy sexually.

Its calming and sweet, and it helps you remember that he will always keep his promise to you,

He will always come home safely.

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[after-witch]

Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: Dabi wants you in a corset. What Dabi wants, lately, Dabi gets.

Word Count: 1630

Notes: Yandere, implied noncon, mentions of body mods, improper use of a corset, very uncreative title

You inhale, eager to catch your breath, and you instantly regret it. The relief of a full breath is instantly replaced with an uncomfortable pressure, as he uses the moment to further tighten the corset he’d tossed at you earlier that afternoon. It took bribery, then outright threats, but you eventually agreed to let him put it on you.

Another decision you’re regretting.

“It’s not--” you try to exhale, to catch more breath. “It’s not supposed to be this tight.”

In response, he merely gives the bottom laces another firm tug, and you can feel the flesh of your hips underneath the leather squishing out, pushing in vain against the firm material that he’s tightened to a ridiculous degree.

You grunt, and squirm, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Your hands are pressed up against the wall, and you occasionally lean your forehead against n the cool material for support. But it’s not like you could fight Dabi off (you never could, even when you were actually dating and your fights were playful) and even if you could manage to get away from his grip, you’d never make it out of the room without a bruising grip and heated warning.

“Don’t be so dramatic, babe. Just think about all the women in history or whatever who wore these all the time.”

You bite back a smart-ass response about the myths of corsets and how movie scenes depicting women being laced into them like torture devices were based on misconceptions and myths. A corset should be supportive, not so tight that it makes you feel faint. But he’s not in the best of moods based on your initial refusal to play dress up, and so you keep your knowledge to yourself.

When he’s done--you hope he’s done, your entire midsection feels compressed and uncomfortable and your breath comes in shallow intervals--he spins you around. A few months ago, this would have been cute. It would have made you feel good. The way he’s looking at you appraisingly, approvingly, pinning you with his gaze would have made your stomach flip into butterflies.

But that was before you broke up with him. Or tried to, anyway. Before he threatened you--and your family, and your friends, and any neighbors you were particularly fond of--and eventually forced you to move in with him. To keep an eye on you, he’d said. To spoil you.

If dressing you up like some kind of fetish doll in an exaggerated shiny black leather corset counted as being spoiled.

He hums in approval and grabs your now-compressed waist, pulling you closer. You can smell his cologne and body odor and smoke, mingled together in a way that used to get you excited. Now it triggers an instinct to run.

His lips brush against your ear, kissing and teasing, and you can’t help the way your skin prickles in goosebumps, the way your stomach flips. You hate him. You wish your body would get the message more often.

“You look so fucking good. I could just eat you up.” He pulls back and tips your chin up with a finger, tilting your face to the side like he’s inspecting a prize pet at a county fair. You suppose he is, in a way.

“You want me to do that? Make you feel good?”

You shake your head, softly. It’s a stupid move, you know. You know you’re on thin ice. You know you should nod and let out a breathy sigh and let him lead you to the bed, where you’ll lay in an uncomfortable position as he slides off your underwear and makes your body respond in ways that your mind hates. But you don’t.

The instant you decline he’s gripping your chin, hard. The thin ice is definitely cracked--and you’re falling into ice-cold water.

“Why are you being so damn difficult?”

The oxygen must be getting to your brain, you think, because instead of placating him by backtracking and begging him to take you on the bed, you want to explain yourself. As if rational thought has anything to do with your current situation.

“You know why I’m so--so--” you inhale, sharp and short, hating the way your chest feels for a myriad of reasons. “--difficult, Dabi. Why can’t you try to understand how this makes me feel?” 

You feel tears pricking at your eyes and you wipe them away, not wanting to deal with the drama, the fighting, the back-and-forth guilt tripping that crying usually brought on. 

“Fine,” he says, practically spitting on your cheek.

He drops the subject--and drops your chin-- as his eyes stray to the side, where there’s a dust-streaked mirror propped up on top of the dresser. He stares at his own reflection for a moment before looking back at you, his expression far less pissed and far more thoughtful. Thoughtful scares you more than pissed, and you can feel your nerves begin to tingle in anxiety.

“Hey, you know what would go perfect with this corset?” His voice is softer now, all the harsh edges from earlier gone. It worries you just as much as his thoughtful expression.

You shake your head. You don’t know. You don’t want to know. But he’ll tell you anyway.

“How about some piercings, huh? We can match.”

Your stomach feels like it’s dropped out of your body. Your gaze flits from his grin to his own modifications. He wouldn’t--would he? Before all this, before you tried to break up with him, he’d casually suggested them once--but never again once you made your stance clear. No piercings, no tattoos, no body mods. And now…?

“I--” You swallow down your stronger objections, very aware of the dangers lurking if you chose the wrong words. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. But thanks.”

“No, no,” he argues, voice so jovial and light that it’s making you want to throw up. “It’ll be fun! Like a bonding exercise. Couple’s therapy. You’d be surprised how quickly tongue piercings heal, too, so don’t worry about missing out on takeout.”

You want to cry. Could you even breathe right if you started crying right now? The more emotions you feel, the tighter the corset feels against your waist. You swallow and dip your head back, fighting against the tears.

“Dabi… you… know--you know I don’t want piercings.” You keep your voice level, even as your stilted breathing. Avoid a fight, avoid a fight, avoid a fight.

“Oh?”

He shrugs. A casual, fuck-you gesture that stings. 

“And I want to throw you on the bed and eat you out. But if you won’t give me what I want, why should I care what you want?”

You don’t have an answer. The thick, blubbery tears you’ve been fighting are practically screaming to be let out. But you dip your head back again, determined not to cry. Crying reminds him that you don’t want to be here, and it never ends particularly well. 

So instead you force yourself to be casual. As if you’re not a captive begging your captor to not forcibly modify your body. As if you’re his… partner, having an argument about what to eat for dinner that night. As if he couldn’t just push you onto the bed and have his way with you, if he really wanted to do so.

“Dabi, c’mon…” 

The thought occurs to you--to throw in some of the snarky bite you two used to share for good measure. It’s a risk. It’s a big risk. But the idea of Dabi shoving needles through your tongue, into your skin, wherever he pleases to remake and modify you, makes you take a leap.

You grin. And oh, is it forced. But it’s all you can manage.

“Don’t be such an asshole.”

His breath is hot on your cheek as he suddenly leans grabs your arm and pulls himself in, his nose pressing against your cheek in a way that would have been endearingly mocking before; now it’s only another invasion of your space, another way to make you uncomfortable. Or maybe he’s trying to pretend that it’s the old days, too.

“Hey, that’s up to you, doll. You know that. So you gonna be my sweet girl? Let me spoil you?” He trails the back of his hand down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone; down, down, until he’s gripping the waist he laced so tight just a few minutes before. “Or do you want me to run out and get a pack of needles?”

You have a choice. 

You can’t hesitate to jump into the opening he’s given you, so you don’t. You lean up and kiss him, a soft little chaste kiss, part of the routine you used to share; you start with sweetness, with pecks and whisper-light touches, and he grips your hair and doesn’t let you go until you’re breathless from his kiss. Then he’ll take you to the bed and you’ll hate yourself afterwards.

Your thoughts are bitter as your mouth responds automatically to his own lips, to his tongue that finds its way into your unwillingly inviting mouth. 

At least the corset will make you breathless faster.

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