#yes him again shush

[off-brand-likes]

Kallus stalked into Echo Base's main messhall kitchen as the staff were clearing up from the second dinner rotation of the cycle. "Which of you were working here during lunch?" he snapped at the nearest person there.

The dozen or so staff members exchanged glances. Four of them started laughing. Kallus stomped toward them with enough lethal intent that they stopped, although they kept on smirking.

"Did you want to take leftovers back to that trash hauler you live in?" one of them asked.

The rest started laughing again. They were lucky Hera and Chopper were still in the medbay, where they couldn't hear that insult to the Ghost. The kitchen staff who didn't act like they were friends with this group were finding things to do at the other end of the room.

There were subtle ways to handle this situation. Kallus was not in the mood for subtlety. His blaster was in his hand and pointed at the nearest giggler's head before he thought it through. That stopped all these bastards' laughter.

"Hey, Imp, it's just diablotin oseille," stammered the one Kallus was imagining putting a blaster bolt in. "Your stomach cramps'll stop before tomorrow noon, it's a joke, a prank, you know, a--"

"I'm fine. Garazeb Orrelios is suffering through a series of injections and possibly surgery."

"It's... No, that can't be right. It doesn't even affect Wookiees." The kriffing poisoner looked to his friends for support, but they didn't look so certain as they had a moment ago.

"He's a Lasat." Kallus's blaster hand shook slightly as he forced himself not to pull the trigger. "And he's allergic."

Zeb had also been fine directly after he ate the food Kallus didn't have the appetite to finish himself. The crushed leaves these bastards put in his meal left Kallus with minor stomach cramps. Thirty minutes after lunch, Zeb's throat had swollen shut.

The panic in Zeb's widening eyes, his horrible wheezing breaths, and the way he clutched at his throat would be burned into Kallus's memory forever. When Zeb's legs gave out on their way to the medbay, Kallus had barely been able to catch him before he crashed onto the icy floor. Even now, Kallus could still feel Zeb's grasp on his shoulder as he went down.

As soon as Hera, Jacen, and Chopper arrived at the medbay to support Zeb, and the doctors could assure Kallus that Zeb would live, Kallus had come here.

The kitchen contained five fewer staff than it had when Kallus arrived, and he hadn't started shooting yet. Somebody was running to report him. He'd have to wind this up quickly.

"This is a warning." Kallus's voice had taken on its old ISB severity, and he couldn't find it in himself to care. "If you ever put unlisted ingredients, seasoning, anything in the food here again, no one will find your bodies."

"We didn't know, we didn't think--"

"I don't care."

Kallus had memorized their faces well enough to describe them to their superior, who he would be speaking with tomorrow morning. He holstered his blaster and left through the kitchen's back door as what sounded like a whole squad of base security personnel entered through the door to the dining area. With any luck, the poisoners would find themselves reassigned to perimeter patrol this time tomorrow.

#third posting attempt is the charm #No Effort Whumptober #text #no.17 #lyric prompt #anaphylaxis whump #star wars #swr #yes him again shush #poisoned #collapse #the 'lump in my throat' may be a symptom of an oncoming allergic reaction!

[redwinterroses]

Oh gosh I already have Such Thoughts around Loremaster Pix and I haven't even checked the tag to see what other people are saying yet but hang on gotta braindump--

His whole intro was about the old gods and titans dying and creating this world, their blood and bones becoming the civilizations that followed, which in turn fell and left their ruins to be the foundations of empires to follow. (Story nerd bit: so that means, I think, we are at least in the "third age" of this world: the gods and titans, then the ancients, and now the empires.)

But how does he know these things, unless he was there?

What if Pix is, as he said he wants to be, less a character and more a... a force, if you will. He is the past. He's a forgotten titan, a diminished god, a spirit of time and memory. A lorekeeper, a storyteller, a secret-holder... More and yet less than an emperor, less and yet more than a player in the tale. Maybe he doesn't remember it all -- diminishing can be hard on an immortal. But he remembers enough, enough to tell the story of the world and lead the current inhabitants to uncover the histories of their own lands.

And if I maybe headcanon that the Ancients were Empires s1, and this keeper of ancient stories could be a certain lost and forgotten desert king who vanished when his diminished immortality came sparking to hesitant life... you can't stop me.

#empires s2 #empires smp #empires spoilers #pixlriffs #current headcanon until canon contradicts me: #the Copper King was so intrigued by the concepts of death and rebirth because he was a diminished immortal who didn't remember his own past #the encounters with Xornoth and Aeor and the rest triggered lost memories and he became overwhelmed by the knowledge #fleeing into the desert he's spent the last few centuries slowly coming to grips with his own immortality and the ragged scraps of memories #and now new empires have begun to rise and he looks at them with both the distant fascination of an immortal #someone who has seen these things rise and fall before and will again #and also with the eerie sense that he's seen these SPECIFIC empires #in another time and another guise #the familiarity amongst the strange has drawn him out of his solitude and he rejoins the world of mortals #this time quietly aware that he is Not One Of Them... and yet he might be when he allows himself to pretend #a way for me to keep my copper king and make the storyline one big cohesive thread? yes. shush. you can't take this from me #well. pix can but I'm a fangirl and we thrive on jumping the hoops of Making It Work lol #the empire of the past

[jays-doodle-spool]

Okay I’ve gotten kind of super invested with this design for Kon, Don’t Judge Me. 

#my art #dc #dc fanart #superboy #that doesn’t rlly narrow it down huh #kon-el #kon el #kon kent #idk how else do u refer to him I’m new here #(not rlly but shush) #superboy fanart #i tried a thing with greyscale with color highlights #kinda inspired by that one drawing mumblesplash did #once again i’m back into dc #once again i’ve never read canon #might mess around and read a comic #who knows #but yes i love this version of this character #from what i can tell this is not a hot take #our fashion sense is aging backwards #ngl kinda loving it

[spilledmilkfkdies]

They're actually so lucky he didn't start melting into their couch??

#maybe he did offscreen #that would be funny #and horrifying #sick duman had body horror potential #might've said that before #but it still applies #regular duman also had body horror potential #that also still applies #yes i'm posting old gifs again shush #why'd i call him snotman when gooman is right there #huge L for me tbh #winx club #winx gifs #winx season 4 #winx villains #wizards of the black circle #winx duman

[nerunesoda]

guys look i made a gif!! :D

#genshin impact #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche genshin impact #nerudoodles #so scaranation how are we feeling about his recent drip marketing? #i'm really grateful for the fact that none of it got leaked thank goodness #also i'm going to mention this now instead of later- i am going to post art once in a blue moon #this is due to both my mental and physical health #right now im recovering from both a leg infection and a jammed thumb #i swear i'm not that clumsy i'm just dumb lmao #if you're wondering how i jammed my thumb i tried to open my fridge #and yes my brother joked about how i could let our fridge take me down like bruh #*proceeds to throw squishmallows at him* #anyways #have this scaramouche gif i made!! #i'm super proud of myself for making this #i really liked how it turned out! #maybe i'll make more who knows? :3c #yes i changed my watermark again but this one is staying for a while #i'm really indecisive about my watermark shush

[unhealthy-leon-brainrot]

i would like to thank every single leon x reader fic writer who has written about reader being generally insecure about their self and their worth in the relationship 💐😭

(if you’ve written one, please reblog with a link to your fic!! i promise you ill read it and hype it up !!!!! i seriously love supporting the leon kennedy nation!!! 💞)

#being someone so painfully insecure about their self.. i find comfort and solace in those fics :’) #imagine thinking youre literally one of the most unattractive ppl in your community who somehow ends up with someone like LEON???? 💀 #mf could pull ANYONE he wanted but he still chose YOU???? HUHHH?? (yes im projecting SHUSH) #when reader tries to hide their insecurity from leon but it eventually bleeds out UGHHHH LOVE THAT SHIT #and when there are third parties involve that make reader jealous/envious of them….. #AND THEN LEON FINDS OUT ABOUT IT ALL AND GRADUALLY ASSURES/REASSURES YOU ABOUT EVERYTHING #HE HOLDS YOU KISSES YOU AND MAKES LOVE TO YOU AND GENERALLY SHOWS YOU HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔 #oh no not another word vomit 💀 #anyway i fucking love leon x insecure reader fics 🫶 #especially if it starts out angsty and ends up being the softest fucking thing ever bc u can just FEEL leon’s love…. SOBBING AGAIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #leon kennedy x reader #seriously thank you leon fic writers <33

[cook-ie-chip]

I had the sudden urge to draw Chandlo and Snorpy in a sort of human-ish style so here ya go!

#bugsnax #chandlo funkbun #snorpy fizzlebean #human-ish #human au #idk #snorplo #snorpy x chandlo #chandlo x snorpy #bugsnax snorpy #bugsnax chandlo #my art #my artwork #digital art #fanart #this was really fun to draw ngl #it was also a great way to find my way back into drawing them in my style again. Since I kinda forgot how I drew them #and yes I forgot the lenses on his human-ish version shush #they're hard to draw #just a very energetic boyfriend holding his bfs hand to show him this new trick he learned #I edited this pic a bit...I kinda messed up on the shading #aaaaand here I go again seeing mistakes that could've been prevented if I wouldn't have stood up until 4 am to finish this just because #I love to give myself stress. #well done me

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

guess who got Childe to friendship level 10!!!! (hint: it’s me!!!! :D)

#hush n shush wifi #wifi plays genshin #genshin talk #did i immediately put his namecard on my profile? yes. yes i did #'but wifi it's gray and red the colors aren't great-' SHHHHHH #IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS #also a good 75% of why i equipped it was.... for the Foul Legacy reference #I'M STARVED FOR FOUL LEGACY CONTENT OK..... #where is he.... where is my darling moth.......... #i want to see him again pleeeaaaaseeee #ooo wait i can make something with that.... self aware au and you missing moth..... hmmmmm.... #honestly i wish childe had a better color scheme so his namecard could look better... they could've put his narwhal on it.... #good evening :)

[nightyelean]

I wish to share this sad among us story

Once upon a time, I was playing among us. There were two imposters and one of them got found out. The one that got found out decided to be a poor sport and rat out the other imposter before getting ejected

The other imposter was sad and I felt bad so I convinced people to not vote them out and to let them win the game. The host and his friend weren't happy about it though, they said I dragged out the game. So once the game was over and the imposter won I was kicked before I could share my discord with the imposter. :[

DUDE THATS HORRIBLE😭

I hate those imposters being just… yuck. Like. “I lost, so they shall lose too.”

And also not cool of the Host too. “Dragging out the game” excuse me sir/ma’am/anything between, but its not like you have any important business considering you’re just playing among us.

I really am sorry for that happened to you, yuck yucky.

among us is a fun game when people just don’t be mean and so stern. I didn’t play much myself but I watched a lot of stuff. Mostly youtubers playing with friends BUT LEMME RAMBLE—

i dunno if yall know but there is this channel called CallMeKevin and gosh I found him through his Among Us videos and I still watch him.

He was just playing with the strangers but in his own ways, literally meeting new friends and just having fun in general. Causing some chaos because thats just what he does. i am sorry i just can not shut up about my comfort ppl in youtube theyre just awesome

#is this a recommendation? #yup #y e s #go watch him or smth i love his content #he just makes his playthroughs harder for the fun of it lmao #just watch his amongus videos #🧎🧎🧎 #k i shush #im sorry shxjsbd #neurodivergent brain go brrrrr #did i say that i love his content #yes #yes i do #asks #anon #i think i will watch his amongus stuff again now

[riddle-me-ri]

Hi, hello, first off thank you all for the birthday wishes yesterday!! I really appreciate them you don't even know! Yall are so damn sweet and nice 🥺💚

But also I wanted y'all to meet my son

His name is Ozzie Jr. Feel free to just call him Junior. He'll be on occasionally checking things in for me.

And may log on to post things a time or two. Please show him all the love (and don't mention about the ahem...special writings I do for you guys, trying not to scar the baby) He's also well aware of my colony of Cobblepots rip (he thinks they're all his dad just just go with it)

#ri rambles #omg hand reveal again! #and its me holding another penguin rip #but no i saw him at barnes and nobles #and had to grab him cause #he so smol #and so soft #and looks really real #my dad thought I had an actual bird in my hand #ozzie jr. #yes he has his own tag #shush

[angelltheninth]

Bruh, if Lilith doesn't want Luci, just give him to us please!!! Can I please request for the short king himself? Like, maybe, he and reader are married (reader is Charlie's stepmom). Like, you cannot tell me this man doesn't have a daddy and breeding kink. Just watching you be so sweet and motherly to Charlie while pregnant with your next baby just makes him for feral. Thanks you!

I mean... she can share... hopefully cause a lot of people want this man.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, creampie, praise, biting, Lucifer's wings

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: The insane thirst people have for this guy... valid.

Lucifer wouldn't have picked you if he didn't feel like you would be sweet to his daughter. She was the most precious thing in the world to him, of course it was important for the two of you to get along. But he had no idea what seeing those motherly displays of yours would do for him. He was hornier then he'd been in a long time and couldn't pull out on time.

"Pregnant?!" He asked, his flames flaring up as he started at your stomach. "By... me?"

"Yes, Luci, who else would it be?" You took his hands and placed them on your stomach. "Is that okay?" Your voice was a bit quieter, more shy.

"Okay?! That's wonderful! Oh I can't wait to be a baby daddy again! And Charlie! She's gonna be so happy! I'm gonna go tell her now!" He kissed your cheek with a big 'MWAH' sound before he fell into one of his portals.

Over the next few months you've watched him go from silly, to protective, to awestruck, to downright feral over you. His current mode was feral as his tail moved behind him, his hips a blur of movement, slapping against yours, his voice deep, barely understandable over the growling and snarling.

Your hand looked for his only to be pinned next to your head, the other one pinned above your head by his tail. "No moving around too much. You're gonna wake the baby." His teeth nipped at your throat and shoulder, shushing you but increasing the frequency at which he drove his hard cock into you.

"That's not... it's not even... I'm barely showing." You argued, but forgot you were arguing with the devil himself. Lucifer's blonde hair fell over his forehead, his eyes, out of place from his usual well kept perfect look.

"So? I fucked this baby into you remember? Wonder if there's still time to put another bun in the oven?" Even with him showing this much sharp teeth, with him tearing the sheets, with him fucking another warm gooey stream of cum into you he was still as sweet as before, trying to make you laugh to balance out how rough your poor cunt has been getting it lately, "You wanna make a daddy again? Yeah? Tell me, what do you want darling?"

You couldn't pull him in with your arms so you did it with your legs, pushing against the back of his and keeping his thrusts short and deep. "I'll make you a daddy as many times as you want, Lucifer, beloved."

His free hand grabbed your hip, keeping you still for him before he collapsed against your chest, his cum dripping from your pussy, his wings falling around both of you, shaking from how hard he came. "Sent... a few feathers flying there." He should really get that under control, but after ten thousand years he doubts he will. Besides he knows you enjoy it when you see them fly, it reminds that for all the power he holds, you can reduce the King of Hell to this state.

#hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #lucifer morningstar headcanon #lucifer headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #lucifer morningstar fanfiction #lucifer fanfiction #hazbin hotel smut #lucifer morningstar smut #lucifer smut #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer #x female reader

[off-brand-likes]

Psychological

I am borrowing halibellecter 's super awesome neuroactive ammo, however: Force users don't need ammo.

Kallus straightened his ISB uniform as he walked to the Dome's conference suite reserved for the Inquisitors' use, wishing he had an excuse to wear his armor. Something about his latest failure to capture Garazeb's rebels had drawn the Inquisitors' attention. Although he'd reviewed the incident over and over since receiving his summons to the Inquisitors' suite, he still couldn't think what he'd done to draw their ire. Aside from losing track of the Ghost, of course, which he did not remotely regret.

A Togruta with green and white marking on gray-blue skin paced in the suite entryway. The dark robes and the cold eyes he turned on Kallus as he let himself in left no question as to whether this person were the Inquisitor who'd summoned him.

"Reporting as ordered, Third Brother." Kallus stood at attention and stopped himself from flinching when the door slid shut behind him.

"Why did you fail to bring the rebels you hunted, 'as ordered?'" The Inquisitor's voice was as cold as his eyes.

"The rebels were jamming my communications. It took time to get the TIEs their order to launch, during which the Ghost escaped to hyperspace."

It hadn't hurt that Kallus had spent the past few weeks cultivating a deeply unpleasant animosity with the local squadron commanders, ensuring that none of them would rush to follow his orders. What he sacrificed in control he made up for in plausible excuses like this one.

The Inquisitor's eyes narrowed. "There's more to this. What aren't you saying?"

In Kallus's mind, ocean waves rolled onto a shore near the Academy's field training facility. He focused on the rising and retreating rush of water on sand. "As I said in my report, we first received word of the rebels--"

Something shifted in Kallus's chest. It felt foreign, not any muscle or organ of his. He coughed. He hoped he was imagining something pressing on his left lung.

"We received word of them through our port security liaison," which was true, "but their ship had already gotten take-off clearance. I contacted Captain--"

The thing in Kallus's chest ignited into blazing, writhing agony.

He clawed his uniform jacket open. Propriety didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was getting this thing out of him before it squirmed its way to his heart.

Low groans fell from his lips with every breath. The Inquisitor hadn't said anything as Kallus got a hand under his shirt and felt for whatever was moving under his skin. Did the Inquisitor not realize something was wrong?

Kallus risked a glance up and found the Third Brother watching him claw at his own skin. The Inquisitor didn't look alarmed. More like... amused.

The thing in Kallus's chest flailed, and this time it drew a scream from him. It was under the muscle, burning like a living blaster bolt. Kallus raked his nails across his chest. Torn skin wedged itself under his fingernails. Blood ran down his stomach and stained his uniform pants.

"Help me," he groaned at the watching Inquisitor, in case the Third Brother hadn't activated the kriffing thing inside Kallus, somehow.

The Third Brother just bared his sharp teeth in a grin.

Kallus's nails slipped in blood and raw skin. Why hadn't the thing burned its way through him by now? Clawing at it wouldn't work, he couldn't get through the slick muscles over his ribs. He drew his vibroblade from its sheath.

In his panic and overwhelming pain, clawing at his skin hadn't really hurt. Digging the vibroblade's tip into the muscle near where the thing continued to writhe and burn inside him, though... That did. Blood sheeted over his abdomen.

"Hm. You went to that rather quickly." The Third Brother waved his hand.

The writhing pressure against Kallus's lung disappeared. The burning pain vanished like it had never been there. The only pain he felt now was the urgent throb where four centimeters of vibroblade were still buried in his chest muscles.

Gasping, Kallus pulled the blade free. More blood ran down his front. His balance wavered. Kallus dropped his shirt over the mess of his torso, so he didn't have to look at it.

"What..." Kallus swallowed, desperate to get his cracking voice under control. "What did I..."

"What have you been leaving out of these reports, Agent Kallus?"

The sea, the sea on the shore, the sea and the blood running down his chest and gods, what a scar that desperate digging would leave... "I've been having some difficulty with the local TIE squadron commanders. Nothing... Nothing I felt the need to report. It is my problem to solve. But." Kallus wished he had something other than seawater to drink. His mouth felt so dry. "Those difficulties... contributed to the delay... In following the rebels."

That was the truth, that was the truth, he was going to pass out in a moment and that was truth too.

The Inquisitor sighed in obvious disappointment. "Solve it, then. See that they don't slow you down again. On my authority, if yours is insufficient." Kallus should not be pleased at that sneer, he should be terrified, he was terrified, what had been done to him... "Begin now." The Third Brother pointed sternly toward the door.

Kallus staggered out the suite door. He was lucky it closed itself behind him. If he turned around now, he really would pass out.

A squad of Stormtroopers in the hall outside the Inquisitor's suite stared at Kallus, their faces unreadable in their helmets. "As you were," Kallus croaked at them. Only once they moved on did he begin the long, slow walk to the medbay.

#star wars #swr #whump #yes him again shush #No Effort Whumptober #no.19 #Psychological #so many textures! #text #I am so glad they left me an undescribed Inquisitor to play with #Although this might be that guy in Ahsoka who is very much not a Togruta #Self harm whump

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon wants to marry you.

This fact was as clear as rain on his mind. You were the love of his life, he was ready to settle down with you and grow old.

So Simon prepared everything for that special day, it was your fourth year anniversary and Simon wants to ask you the biggest question someone could ask and he hoped, maybe even prayed despite not believing in any higher deity, that you would say 'yes' to his proposal.

He has planned out the whole day, from the moment you woke to the moment you would close your eyes for the night again, everything was supposed to be perfect.

Simon brings you breakfast in bed, watching your smile brighten when you see the freshly pressed orange juice and the fresh buns, still warm from the bakery. "Happy Anniversary." He whispers before slipping back into bed behind you, pulling you between his legs and stealing some of the freshly cut Mango from your plate.

When breakfast is over, you two made a mess out of each other while trying to feed each other, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, telling you to get ready and that he has a lot of plans for today which causes you to become perceptive. Immediately starting to question him about his plans, but he's still a trained soldier, he withstands your flow of questions.

Another plan of Simon for today was bringing you to a fair, the same one you two met four years ago.

Here he wanted to ask you to marry him, on top of the Ferris wheel where you two had been stuck together four years ago due to a technical issue with the electronic.

But after spending a few hours walking the fair ground, having to walk back to his car once to bring Lord Otto from Otterson, the plush Otter he won you at one of the stupid and usually very rigged fair games, to safety and out of the way. You make it to the Ferris wheel and Simon's face fell.

"Out of order..." He breathes and runs a hand through his short blonde hair, staring up at the still standing wheel and the dangling cable cars.

"Damn." You curse softly next to him and scratch your neck. "Well, maybe we can ride it another day, mhm?"

"Yeah, maybe. Well, we can't change anything now." He chuckles and squeezes the velvety box in his back pocket. Keeping it safe until you two would reach the next destination.

The small restaurant by the corner where you two lived was filled with loud voice, happy laughter, children running around, not that Simon minded, he knew you were a very outgoing person and enjoyed the social interactions from such evenings.

Simon had reserved a table a few weeks ago and the waiter brings you and him over, Simon shushing the poor man who just wants to help you sit.

He is your boyfriend, bloody hell, he can do something so simple as helping you get seated.

"I know it is our anniversary, Simon," You chuckle as you put down the glass of wine Simon has ordered for you and him, "But something feels different. I just don't know what. Special..."

"Four years is just a long time, love. Maybe your brain finally catches up with... wha-?" Simon wants to be cheesy with you before asking you the question of all questions when suddenly his feet feel wet and he looks down, seeing water come from the kitchen.

His second attempt of asking for your hand has been sabotaged by a broken water pipe.

Simon curses internally as he carries you back outside, not wanting to get your feet wet and cause you catching some flu.

Well, there is only the romantic walk through the nearby park which is empty around this time of the night, so you two can walk around the pond and watch the fireflies and swans before he can go down on one knee and finally ask.

But before he even get you through the sturdy iron gates that allowed entrance to the park, his phone rang, Prices' number on the screen and everything in Simon screams to ignore his Captain for the sake of your relationship and your future.

He apologizes and takes the call, listening to Price explaining that they've got information about a certain Russian Terrorist planning an attack and that they had to meet within the next hour.

"It's fine." You reassure him when he brings you back to your shared apartment, squeezing his hand with a gentle smile on your lips. "I had a lot of fun today with at my side. And saving the world is much more important. We can celebrate another time, Si."

"You're too forgiving." Simon replies and presses his chapped lips against your forehead. "But it's not fine. I had the whole day planned out. And the universe seems against me at all, bloody hell. All I wanted to do tonight was asking you to marry me. And everything I've tried blew. The Ferris Wheel, the restaurant, even the walk..."

You cut him off before he can talk himself into a frenzy by wrapping your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes and planting your lips on his.

"Yes." You grin when you pull back. "Yes, I will marry you, Simon Riley. I will marry you."

Maybe he should have simply asked you this morning during breakfast, might have saved him from getting another grey hair on his head. But sometimes the simple answer is hidden behind the complicated ideas.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost x you #cod x gn!reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader

[runa-falls]

FREE USE WITH MIGUEL? LIKE ANYWHERE ANYTIME?

a/n: YES NONNIE, ANY--FUCKING--TIME. AND HERES ONE OF THOSE TIMES :^) idk if this is free-use or feral!reader or both. anyway, just enjoy it lol. like every time, this got away from me

special thanks to mona (@whatthefishh) for letting me scream this shit to her over discord + for helping me figure out exactly what 'free use' is lol

cw: smut (18+), free use kink, small very small bit of somnophilia (CAN'T ESCAPE IT), non-explicit oral (m-receiving), afab!reader, mentions of ovulation (+ period) horniness, fingering, cockwarming, fucking w/ multiple orgasms, the same Spanish pet name used over and over, reader is basically a bothersome cat, writer is so all over the place it's confusing.

wc: 2.4k (this was supposed to be a quick thot but wtvr)

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miguel is a gracious boyfriend, he practically lives to please you. so when you approach him in the middle of the day with nothing but his shirt draped over your figure, he has a hard time rejecting your advances.

sure, he tries, but every time he gives you what he wants.

you're spoiled, really.

miguel works at home as much as possible. he hates having to leave you before the sun rises, walking away from a perfectly cozy bed and wet cunt (😳).

miguel convinces himself that Spider HQ can survive a day or two without him on site. he has several capable Spiders that do most of the heavy lifting for him and LYLA isn't afraid to take charge, sitting her holographic ass in the boss' chair.

he can set up mission plans and keep track of everything from his laptop, and he's always on call if he is needed for anything. the only issue is that working remotely doesn't work when he can't get anything done.

he's trying to go over notes from a meeting that was held earlier this morning.

he was supposed to be there, but you physically wouldn't let him out of bed. he swears you're a Spider yourself with the strength you have when you're especially needy and sleepy.

he smelled it when he woke up in the middle of the night to you mouthing over his boxers, that decadent sweetness that indicates you're ovulating.

you were desperate to get a taste of him, to fill that unbearable emptiness inside of you, whimpering with relief when you finally feel his fingers bury themselves in your hair to push your further against his bulge.

he learned early in your relationship that your insatiable appetite for him increases tenfold during your window of fertility (don't even mention your period). and so does your need for sleep. so he caters to your needs accordingly.

you passed out after convincing him to fuck the heat out of you, to snuff out the fire until your neediness recedes. apparently, the only time you aren't horny is when you're sleeping (though that isn't true... you wake up horny all the time??).

you've been sleeping soundly ever since, utterly exhausted by his thorough support, but he knows that once you wake up, you'll be crying for him again.

he crawled back into bed with you after telling LYLA to take over for the day, but after a few hours of almost suffocating because of the way you curl up on his chest like a cat, he got up to get some coffee and finish some computer work.

as soon as his warmth left you, you fussed. eyes still closed as you whined and moaned for his body. he shushed you, gently smoothing down your bedhead until you settled.

it didn't last for long.

you padded out of bed with bleary eyes, clearly looking for him when you walked into the living room. he offered you a quick "morning, cariño." before focusing back on his computer. he had to limit as much contact with you as possible if he wanted to finish his work.

just a few more pages and a couple of emails, and then he can give you all the attention you need.

his shirt brushes against your thigh like a summer dress as you make your way through the room.

he looked adorable with his loose white long sleeve on and black dad-glasses. his hair is still curly and fluffed, telling you he wasn't planning on leaving you anytime soon.

you shuffle over to the couch, sitting next to him with a sigh.

he doesn't react.

somehow, the minimal recognition that you're there, his adamant refusal to look at you, turns you on as much as it irritates you.

he's really trying his best to be a good boss, hm? trying to resist a temptation that's barely a foot away from him.

it makes you feel dirty and deprived. you blatantly rub your legs together, urging him to look. your gaze washes over his sharp jawline watching as it clenches at your soft coos.

"...baby."

"'m working, amor." his voice is still soft, despite the efforts he's taking to ignore you.

you huff.

"but--"

"not right now."

you scoot closer to him, strategically allowing the hem of his shirt to ride up on your thighs. so he's really going to make you do it...

you tug at his sleeve, taking his arm away from his work (though it doesn't look like he was working on much at all, he's been sitting on that exact page for 5 minutes now).

"not right now, mi vida..." he protests lightly, but he doesn't move away. he's not even trying, you think.

you smirk at his empty words. you can see the way he's looking at you: your messy hair, bare legs, the shadow of his shirt hiding away your most sensitive spot. his breathing grows heavier and so does his stare.

"i have work--" miguel is always so soft and sweet to you, melting in your hand though he has all the power to stop it.

"please, miguel? just one, for me?" his lips part as you place his hand against your bare thigh, slowly dragging it upwards until it meets your center.

he doesn't take his hand away, doesn't even pull back a single inch, instead, he instantly complies, cupping his warm hand over its entirety. he chokes out a low groan. you're not wearing anything underneath.

"ok, i guess if it's only once..." he whispers, already breathy. he's leaning over you, almost on top of you, forcing your legs to spread impossibly wide.

he watches as his finger rubs against your slick center, spreading your wetness until you're glistening for him under the late morning light. he pushes in slowly, so slowly, eyes flicking up to your face to witness the small o your mouth makes as he presses in deeper.

his mouth waters as he fingers you, he wishes he had enough time to go down on you, and taste your slick straight from the source. he knows how much you love it when he fucks you with his tongue and suckles on your clit. but no, he has work to do. he needs to get you off so he can finally focus.

"this what you needed, cariño?" it's all but growled into your space, his voice low and taunting. all you can do is nod with bleary eyes as your hands grip onto his thick bicep for support.

he adds another finger and thrusts them into you quicker, angling them just so his palm can gently nudge at your clit. he can feel you tightening around him already, fluttering with each pass that he makes against your g spot. he presses harder, drinking in your choked gasp and shaking thighs.

you're so wet, spilling over his fingers and dripping against his hand. the noises between you are deafening. a mixture of sopping thrusts, heavy breathing, and quiet mewls fill the still silence of the living room.

he's so good at this, too good at this.

how can he make you fall apart with just his hands, caress every sensitive nerve with a single stroke?

you're at the cusp of euphoria. your body, filled to the brim with pleasure, urges you to let go, to take what you want. but you don't want to. you want to stay at the edge forever with his hands on you, to be at the center of his affections, always just one breath away from transcendence.

you're not ready for him to stop touching you anytime soon, you realize. you still need it and after you'll need it again. you need him.

his glasses start sliding as he looks down at you, dropping until they're barely at the tip of his nose. he's focused, eyes locked on how he fills you again and again.

his fingers speed up, expertly aiming against that special spot inside of you. your hips rise from the couch, needing him as deep as possible. then it all falls apart.

you cry out, back arching and eyes rolling. your body is barely touching the couch under you and it feels like you're being lifted up by unknown forces as you reach your climax. white fills your vision and heat thrums through your limbs. you can't hide your one orgasm from him, it's too intense.

before you could recover, he slips his fingers out of you.

"alright, honey, we're done." he casually sucks your essence off of his fingers before propping his glasses back to the arch of his nose.

"ok, ok, i get it. you're busy." you pant, still pulsing from your high. and...he's already back to work. he wasn't kidding when he said he had stuff to do. "i'll just...be sitting here."

so you watch him get back to work, or you try to. the incessant scrolling, typing, reading, and muttering thoughts that accompany his work is usually enough to put you to sleep. it's an unusual lullaby that's attached to him. one that brings you the comfort of knowing he's near.

but he's hard.

he seems so relaxed, so content to work, but his erection presses so desperately against his sweats, outlined perfectly by the grey fabric.

so how could you not touch him? he clearly needs your help... and if he doesn't, then you need it.

you want to be good, you do, but when he types so effortlessly like that with the fingers that were just stuffed in your cunt, or when he looks over his dad-glasses to look at something like a hot fucking nerd, you can't help it.

it's been, what, 12 minutes? that's enough work for the day in your opinion.

you start slow, hesitantly, watching to make sure he's not looking at you (though he can clearly see you from his peripheral vision). you stand up on the couch right next to him. you're a bit unstable on the squishy cushions so you use his shoulder for support.

he looks over at you, confused as to why you decided to walk all over the furniture like a toddler.

you carefully maneuver over his arms to settle yourself on his lap. you're a koala around him, holding your torso to his, looping your arms around his neck and sharing your shimmering lustful body heat. he grunts when you scoot even closer to him, your bare pussy pressing entirely against his covered cock.

but he ignores it.

he doesn't say anything, barely even moves, and just continues to work. you pout a bit, but let him. you convince yourself that you're content with just sitting here and enjoying his company (despite the large distraction that pulses against your pussy, pressing so sweetly under your needy clit).

you listen to his steady heartbeat and slow breaths, the occasional sound of tapping keys. you nuzzle against the soft shirt that stretches over his chest. you're fine.

it's not like you're leaking all over his sweatpants, leaving a puddle at the apex of the fabric. you're not crying on the inside, so empty and fluttering around nothing. you're fine.

until you arent.

you lazily lift your hips above his, nearly head-butting his chin in the process. his arms lift to help you get settled, hands resting on your waist, as patient as ever.

you reach below you and he stiffens. he wasn't expecting you to--

your hand buries itself under his sweats, delicate fingers brushing over his erection. he breathes out your name when you squeeze him teasingly before pulling him out.

"what did i say?" he grunts, hand swiftly wrapping around your wrist. the words are lost on your ears as you caress the silky steel in your fist. it pulses at your touch. he needs this.

he says your name once more.

"you're working."

"then why are you trying to fuck me?!"

"i'm only going to sit on it." you give him an innocent look. you slowly lower yourself so your dripping center meets his before sliding your glistening lips over his hardness. "won't move or say a thing, promise!"

"cariño..."

"just wanna warm you, baby." you position him right against your entrance. "is that so wrong?" you lower yourself before he can say anything else.

you take him easily with how wet you are, and he fills you perfectly. he sucks in a breath at the feeling then growls out, "don't move."

well, you do move (is anyone surprised). you move a lot. but he moves too. harsher and more competitive. who the hell fucks competitively?

you moan over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. his hands hold your waist, guiding your movements just how he likes it: fast and hard. his laptop, somewhere on the other side of the couch, is forgotten and probably long dead by now. so much for working at home.

you've cum at least four times already, but who's keeping count (you're not. you're so fucked out, you have to manually breathe now.)

he won't let up anymore. you asked for it and you're getting it.

"do i gotta fuck you to sleep, hm? is that the only way you'll leave me the fuck alone and let me work?"

you only admit now that you're eyes were definitely bigger than your stomach. you're practically drooling as he takes control once again, snapping his hips from under you, harsh and punishing. as if this is a punishment.

he has to carry you back to bed that afternoon. he couldn't just leave you on the couch, naked and shivering. plus you'd be a distraction with your bruised hips and fucked out cunt.

you murmur adorably in your sleep as your body unconsciously nuzzles further into his arms. he places you lovingly on the bed and you immediately curl up. he sighs, brushing your hair out of your face because he knows how much you hate it when it gets in your eyes or tickles at your nose during the night.

you look so cozy and comfortable. but so alone in this huge bed.

he debates laying down with you, only until you're in a deeper sleep.

maybe just a few minutes?

LYLA had a few choice words when he woke up in the morning....

#anon #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #atsv #2099

[obxsprincess]

Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)

yesyesyes especially when he’s brat taming !!

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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing

he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’

“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits

“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia

“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(

“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…

“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”

you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls

“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos

“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??

“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”

your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin

“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”

“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!

”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows

“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”

”y-yes!”

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[riediaries]

your daughter's favorite routine in the morning is definitely waking her daddy with kisses all over his face.

"g'morning mommy.. pee.." your sleepy daughter makes her way to yours. you're in the bathroom busy preparing yourself for the day.

"good morning baby." you greet her back. "okay, sweetheart." you stop putting a lipstick and you help her to the toilet.

after that, you continue your routine but she stays on your side, watching you put on your lipstick.

"you're not going to wake up daddy, baby?" you ask her and she stares at you.

"mommy." she points her lips and the thing you're holding, the lipstick.

"yes.. lipstick?" you crouch down to her level. "why? is there something wrong with mommy's lipstick?"

she nods and points at her tiny plump lips again. "me too!"

you laugh, realizing what she meant but another idea comes to your pretty mind. you lift her up and gently put her beside the sink.

you start to rummage the insides of your pouch, finding a pink lipstick to match her pale skin she got from her father.

you hum happily as you opened the lipstick and twist it, revealing a pretty pinkish shade.

"what about you wake up daddy with this?" you suggest to her as you carefully apply the shade on her lips.

she gasps and agrees immediately. "yeah!"

you shush her and she giggles even more.

after you finish your routine in the bathroom, you put your daughter on your hip, carrying her to the bedroom, where your husband is sleeping.

putting her on the side of the bed, you nod and boom!

"daddy! good morning! wakey-wakey!" she kisses him, marking his pale skin on his cheek, nose, temple, forehead and chin pinkish but still unknown to the sleepy male. this made satoru wake up, he opens an eye to see his two sunshines.

you laugh at her excitement as she jumps on the bed and then, continuing her routine.

"good morning, babe." you leans down to give his pinkish lip a red mark from your lipstick.

he smiles and slowly got up then attacks his daughter by tickling her. "good morning, my sweet little mochi."

"kyaah! mommy! help!" your daughter tries to get off on his father's silly hands. you decided to join her father on tickling her and after a good few seconds, your daughter is breathless all from the giggles and laughs she suffered.

"daddy, your face is ridiculous right now." she suddenly mutters, seeing the cute little kiss marks on his face.

"what?" he raises an eyebrow and turns to look at you. panic begins to paint his face. "i haven't lost my beautiful blue eyes yet, right?! were my eyebrows shaved?!"

you burst out of laughing at his ridiculous assumes. and when you laughed, suspicious surfaces his face.

he hurriedly went to the bathroom to check as you and your partner-in-crime did nothing but to laugh at his state.

yes. he's ridiculous. ridiculously cute with those marks. maybe you should encourage your daughter to do it every morning starting from now on.

satoru sees his 'ridiculous' face his precious baby just called him and he chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

in the corner of his eye, he spots the pouch that holds your make-ups. he grins at the thought.

it's payback time.

satoru grabs a bright red lipstick on your pouch and applied it on his lips messily. he doesn't care if it's messy or not. he just wants to do the same for the both of you.

he opens the door to the bedroom door and goes to the bed when the both of his girls are still in there.

he smiles cheekily as he traps your face. you widened your eyes in horror.

you just did your make-up!

"w-wai–" he cuts you off by kissing your lips and then proceeded to do his mission.

"satoru–"

everytime you open your mouth, he will immediately shuts you up, leaving your lips red kiss marks from him.

of course, the little girly tries to run away but he prevents it by trapping her lovingly, giving the same treatment to her.

and now, you're currently redoing your make up in the bathroom after scolding him, the door securely locked. and you end up being late for work.

#rie.writes #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #girl dad gojo