#at least i got a couple of hands gifs out of it 🥵

[peridotsarelongterm]

DeForest Kelley, Steve Canyon, “Operation Jettison” (1958)

I have to imagine the conversation between the producer and casting director here went something like this:

Producer: Ok, we need a really, really good-looking guy to dress up in a hypermasculine costume and look incredibly hot while being barely visible because of terrible lighting. You know anyone like that?

Casting: *Turns off The Law and Jake Wade and cracks knuckles* Boy, do I. 😏

#seriously #this was the same year and is the exact same concept #make him look hot as all hell and then give him three lines and stick him in the dark #wtf 50s hollywood #anyway #at least i got a couple of hands gifs out of it 🥵 #deforest kelley #baby!de #gi!de #dk gifsets #classic tv #steve canyon #50s tv #this POS does have john hoyt #aka dr piper #in it so there’s that #several years before he had to almost hang poor de on bonanza lol #the law and jake wade

[flowersandbigteeth]

Orc boyfriend with what he thinks is a tiny, smol mate who's so smol, so delicate, so sweet... They're actually pretty firmly built for a human, while a bit short, along with being stubborn and sassy and ready to bite heads off for their adorable XL size boyfriend.

I've got so many orc stories going right now, but you know I'm not mad about it ^_^ I love Orcs <3 There are so many different ways to write them. I have another couple of Orc asks I'm working on, as well 🥵

Orc (Cedar) x thick f reader

Word Count: 5K

Tw: sfw orc fluff, some brief descriptions of battle, brief mention of sa, size difference

More monster fluff here

“Put the stick down, sugar. We’re not going to hurt you.” 

You scoffed at the soldiers circling you, their eyes dark with lust. 

“We just want to have some fun,” another said, his eyes drifting over your shapely hips. “Don’t you owe us a debt of gratitude for rescuing you?”  

You squeezed the iron fire poker that you had gripped in your hand. 

“Rescuing me? You didn’t get your rocks off burning down the damn village?” 

“It was a strategic maneuver,” the leader of the armored men said with an oily smile. “We are here to liberate you.” 

“By assaulting me?” you snapped. 

There was not a doubt in your mind that the second you lowered your weapon, they were going to drag you into some dark corner and act out all of the sick thoughts they had echoed on their faces. 

Your King’s soldiers weren’t good guys. When they heard there was an Orc camp nearby, they couldn’t be bothered to attack it directly. Instead, they burned down your village. They said it was to prevent them from resupplying. 

It was true you did business with the Orcs, who were technically your enemy, but they never acted like enemies. While big and quite scary-looking, they paid in gold and were always polite to the women running the shops. You never felt the least bit unsafe alone with one, and occasionally, they’d help you out with things that needed done– fixing roofs and cartwheels. The men of the town had all been conscripted for the war, so it mostly the ladies keeping the village afloat. The soldiers had made a whole lot of children and the elderly homeless. 

“Come on, sweetie, this game is getting tiresome.” 

One of the soldiers dared to approach you, and you didn’t hesitate a second, swinging your poker and smacking him so hard in the head that his helmet crunched. He collapsed on the broken boards that had once been the floor of your little noodle shop. 

“Now that’s a crime!” the leader barked.

He waved to his accomplices. 

“Get in there and restrain her!” Their eyes fell on the collapsed soldier, and they looked between one another, trying to sort out who was next to get a whomping. 

You flexed your wrist, preparing to swing at whoever came at you next, when you heard the heavy steps of an Orc approaching. The soldiers were too inexperienced to know what that sound meant. You’d heard them approach every day at dinner time for several months. It wasn’t until he was shouldering his way through what was left of your door that they took notice. 

“The enemy approaches! Your swords!” 

The Orc you knew as Ash, wrinkled his brow and let out a lilting call to gather his brethren. The ground rumbled as more heavy feet ran towards you. 

Wood splintered, and what remained of the ceiling creaked as they tore the walls away, making more room for a fight. 

Faced with five nine-foot Orc barbarians armed with axes almost as big as their bodies, the soldiers tried to run for it. You screamed as they threatened to trample you, trying to force their way through the back wall, but they never reached you. 

The Orcs didn’t need to draw their weapons, grabbing every soldier and smacking them against the ground until they stopped moving—a gruesome way to die, but practical. 

When the danger was crumpled into a wet gnarl of bones and metal, their eyes turned to you. Ash said something to his friends in their own language before he stomped across the room and plucked you up like a kitten, cradling you in his arm. 

“Hey, What do you think you’re doing?!” 

“Quiet, little one. You’ll give us away.” 

You puckered your lips at him, annoyed, as if the stomping of five tons of muscle was quiet. When you tried to wave your poker at him, he plucked it out of your hand but didn’t drop it, tucking it instead in his belt. He said something else to his friends before turning to split away from them. 

You had no reason to panic. The Orcs had never harmed you, but being taken away from the group put frightening thoughts in your head, and you instinctively started screaming. 

The Orc sighed, sounding tired, when four more soldiers came skidding around a corner, swords in hand. You looked up at him apologetically, smacking your hand over your mouth to stay the scream that didn’t want to stop. 

He set you on the roof of what was left of a building and pat you on the head, a gesture that you read as “stay” before pulling out his axe. You weren’t going anywhere, even if you wanted to. The drop was fifteen feet down, and the stairs were just charcoal at the base of the building. 

“Attack!” the leader of the soldiers shouted, but their moves in their heavy metal armor were slow. Ash swung his arm in a sweeping stroke that sliced four of them in half where they stood. The other one, eyes wide with horror, turned tail and ran. 

Replacing his axe, he picked you up again and headed into the woods. This time, you had enough sense to keep quiet. 

You’d never been to the Orc camp before, but you heard it before you saw it. The brassy sound of a grinder and hammers on metal rang through the trees, blended with the shouts of the Orcs in their language.  There were lots of huge tents and fires spotted here and there. The camp was buzzing with activity. Orcs ran around shouting at one another, some gathering weapons, some sending groups in the direction you came. You recognized many of them as some of your customers. They often came in groups and hauled away vats of the noodle stew you sold. 

A few Orcs waved at Ash but didn’t pay you much mind as he carried you to the nicest-looking tent. It had a banner outside of it with a gold bear embroidered into the fabric. Ash set you on the ground at the door and handed you your poker before patting you on the back, indicating you should go in. 

“What’s in there?” you asked. 

He said something in Orcish that you didn’t understand and walked away. There were too many other giants around to attempt an escape, so you pulled aside the fur covering the door and peeked inside. 

“Hello?” 

Your question was returned with a deep voice, smooth as a glassy pond. 

“Enter, little one.” 

Taking a few steps inside, you were faced with what you could only describe as the most handsome Orc you’d ever seen. His skin was a deep olive, and his hair fell over his shoulder in a long, dark sheet with small braids here and there. His tusks were large, but they seemed only to highlight how well his lips were formed. His features were harsh and defined but not unattractive, with a straight nose and deep-set gold eyes. The only thing you could point out as a flaw was a dark scar from his forehead to the right corner of his jaw. 

You assumed the Orcs were blunt tools, sprinting into battle with no real plan, but this one was sitting at a high table examining maps with a book in his hand. 

“I’m…I’m not sure why I’m here,” you said, brandishing your poker, though you didn’t feel like you were in any particular danger. 

“I asked Ash to fetch you,” he said without looking up. “You’re the noodle shop woman.” 

“My name is (Y/N), not “noodle shop woman,” and I don’t have a shop anymore. The soldiers burned it.” 

He put his book down and turned his gold eyes to you. 

“That’s why you’re here.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

His eyes drifted over you before they settled on the poker you were still holding up. 

“You were feeding most of the camp. If there’s no shop to visit, you can make noodles here.” 

You blinked up at him. 

“Oh…Am I your prisoner?” 

He chuckled. 

“If you’d like to go back to your people, I won’t stop you, but judging how they burned down your village without hesitation, I think you’re safer with us.” 

You had to admit that made some sense, but you still weren’t buying it. 

“I can’t stay here with you!” 

He tipped his head, the corner of his lip twitching up slightly. 

“Why is that, little one?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“First of all, I’m NOT little, and second, an Orc camp is no place for a lady.” 

A shudder that had nothing to do with fear shot down your spine as his eyes moved over your body. He crossed the room, scooping you up, and setting you on his table. Your feet dangled far from the ground. 

“What- What are you doing?” you snapped, waving your weapon at him. 

“My neck was hurting from looking down at you. You’re very short.”

The sparkle in his eyes told you he was teasing you, which drew heat to your cheeks. 

“Maybe compared to you. You’re unnecessarily large. What are you doing with all of that muscle? Are you going to arm wrestle your books?” you pouted, eyes drifting to the massive bicep peeking out of the fur vest he wore. 

He laughed out loud, gracing you with a wide smile. 

“You’ll fit right in here.” 

You raised your nose at him, trying to look unconvinced. 

“Where will I even sleep? All of your tents are big and drafty.” 

“Since you’ve declared your intention to court me, I wouldn’t mind if you slept here.” 

“Declared my intention to— Where did you get that idea?” 

He flicked a fingertip at your poker. 

“In the old days, Orc females came to their males' tent and threatened them into submission with their favorite weapon.” 

Your cheeks burned like hot irons, and you almost dropped it. 

“Well…I’m not trying to court you. It’s for protection.” 

He snorted at you but nodded his head. 

“If you say so, little one, but it will be much warmer in my tent if it’s drafts you’re worried about.” 

“I don’t even know your name. Ash called you something in your language. I didn’t understand…” 

He examined one of the feet you had dangling over the edge of his table. Compared to his big hand, it was tiny. 

“Cautalin, it means something close to general in your language, but you can call me Cedar. That’s what my mother named me.” 

Your eyes traveled over his barrel chest and thick arms. 

“Seems about right,” you said, finally setting your poker down. 

He picked it up, looked it over, and tested the weight in his hand. 

“Not a bad choice,” he said. “Light but effective.” 

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, feeling cheeky. 

“Do you feel like submitting?” 

You watched a flicker of heat ignite in his eyes, and he slowly set it down. 

“Come on, let's get you to bed, killer.” 

He picked you up again, walking you over to a large pallet covered in furs. 

“This is your bed.” 

He gave you another smile. 

“We’re in the middle of a battle; I won't be sleeping tonight. It's all yours.” 

Though you weren't quite sure about sleeping in his bed, weariness overtook you at the sight of the comfortable, cozy furs, and you crawled in, wrapping yourself up to your chin in blankets. 

He put your poker next to you and blew out the candle, slipping out the front flap as you dozed. 

— 

You woke to yelling, but not the sound of battle. Crawling out of your furs, you picked up your poker and peeled out of the flap Cedar used as a door. Another Orc you didn't recognize was the one yelling, and Cedar had his arms crossed, looking bored. 

Your eyes drifted to about twenty women, elderly, and children, cowering in the chilly morning air, their faces streaked with soot from the fire.

“They’re our enemies!” the strange Orc barked. 

“Really, Asvoth? Are you really afraid of a handful of children and their mothers?” 

“This is a war camp, not a nursery.” 

“It's my camp, not yours. They stay.” 

“I outrank you. I can take your command.” 

Cedar snorted. 

“Yet the King hasn't trusted you with a unit of your own. You're nothing more than an errand boy with a fancy title. Any of these children could take your job.” 

Asvoth’s face turned a deep forest green from both embarrassment and indignation. He yanked the sword he wore on his back to his hand. Without thinking, you hopped in front of Cedar, waving your poker at the intruder. You had no idea why, a fact you only considered after you’d already put yourself in harm's way. Still, you'd made your move so the only thing to do was follow through. 

“You heard Cedar! We’re not leaving! Get on if you know what's good for you!” 

Asvoth sprung forward, dropping his sword toward your head. Your eyes squeezed shut, preparing for pain, but there was only the clang of metal. Opening one eye, you glanced up to see Cedar’s axe blocking the other Orc’s blow. 

There was a moment when you thought Asvoth might overtake him, but Cedar’s muscles weren't all for show. He shoved the other Orc back, and he toppled over, landing on his butt in the dirt. His sword landed in front of the children with a CLANG. 

“Woah!”  the little ones cheered, circling around it like it was a strange animal. 

A few of them tried to pick it up, but it was far too heavy, making their eyes pop even wider.

Cedar nodded at him, and a pair of Orcs from the camp dragged Asvoth up by the collar of his tunic, pushing him towards the forest.  

“I'm reporting this!” He shouted over his shoulder as he stumbled towards the woods. 

Cedar waved a hand at one of his Orcs, beckoning him closer. 

“You and Orin follow him and make sure the King gets our side of the story, not his.”  

When the situation seemed settled, Cedar looked down at you and patted your head. 

“Thank you for your protection, little suitor,” he said with a smirk. 

Your cheeks blew up in flames, but you puffed your chest and looked at the children watching Ash pick up the abandoned sword. They hopped around him like little bunnies, begging him to teach them to use it. 

“I have no idea what you mean! I’m here to make noodles! Point me in the direction of my kitchen! These little mouths are probably hungry.” 

He chuckled, but guided you with a large hand on your back to a large tent filled with whatever food supplies they had rescued from the village. You wrinkled your nose at the primitive workspace, but there were enough flour and eggs to work with. You were surprised to find someone had stuck in a lower table, perfect for your height. After washing your hands in a water basin, you got to cooking. 

“What are you still doing here?” you asked Cedar, who had plopped down in a chair and was reading a book. 

He smiled. 

“Reading.” 

You blinked at him, putting your floury fists on your hips. “Are you surveilling me? I’m not going to poison you all! I have to eat this too, you know.” 

He tipped his head to the side, his gold eyes sparkling in the makeshift hearth. 

“The sound of cooking is soothing. I liked to study in the kitchen while my mother cooked when I was a boy.” 

You looked him up and down. 

“I can’t imagine you as a child.” 

You thought for a second, tapping your chin. 

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an Orc child, actually.” 

He looked back down at his book, shifting in his seat to get comfortable. 

“You will,” he said as he flipped a page. 

Your brow wrinkled at that nebulous statement, but you knew everyone was hungry after the long night, so you got back to work. 

By midmorning, you had a stewpot big enough to feed an army filled with noodles, vegetables, and what little bit of venison the Orcs had been able to hunt between the battle. 

“All done,” you said, clapping your hands and creating a puff of flour in the air. 

Cedar got up and shouted something to his men, and two Orcs appeared to carry the big vat into the central circle so it could be served. You felt a sense of satisfaction when all the bowls were passed out and the children, tired humans, and bloodied Orcs were eating. The mothers spoke quietly between one another, while the children could hardly sit still, their big eyes following the Orcs every movement. 

“Here.” 

You looked up to find Cedar holding a bowl out to you. A grumbling stomach had you accepting it, and he patted the seat next to him for you to sit down. The two of you ate quietly for a moment before you asked him a question. 

“What are you going to do with all of us?” 

“Hmm?” he asked. 

“Well, I mean when the battle is over. We have nowhere to go. Our town is destroyed.” 

He looked at the children who, after scarfing down their bowls, were engaged in some game with Ash. 

“I was hoping you would all return to our capitol city with us. That’s where we live when we’re not fighting.”

Your eyebrows jumped. 

“To the Orc city? We’re humans. Don’t your people hate us?” 

He shrugged. 

“There are some weak minds who reveal their own fragility with their hate, but the rest of us like your kind. This whole war started because we wished to create allies amongst the humans.” 

“What? The soldiers said you attacked!” 

He chuckled. 

“Your king has a very effective propaganda engine. That’s probably the only thing about him that is effective. We sent a delegation party to him to discuss our interest in mingling with you humans. You all are prolific; despite your size, you’re a sturdy bunch. We thought marriages would bolster our numbers and strengthen your stock. Your King attacked, and we were forced to defend ourselves. The force that attacked us was decimated, and he declared war.” 

“You mean…you wish to mate with us?” 

His eyes slid down to you, and he gave you a sharp nod. 

“Is that so surprising?” 

You thought about it for a moment. 

“I don’t know…Maybe a little. You’re so strong. You’re not afraid we’ll diminish you?” 

His thick hand cupped your chin and rubbed some flour away with his thumb. Your heart raced at his touch. 

“Size is not what makes us strong. Our strength lies in our unbreakable bonds. Your King will be defeated, not because his forces are less than ours, but because he orders his men to betray his own people.” 

He nodded towards the children, who were playing chicken fight on Ash and another Orc’s shoulders. 

“They will remember it was men who burned down their village, stole their fathers from them, assaulted their mothers and Orcs who took them in, fed them, and helped them smile again. 

“I suppose you’re right,” you agreed. 

His smile widened. 

“I will remember you took up arms to protect me against an enemy twice your size. You belong among the us.” 

Suddenly the wool dress you wore was much too hot. 

“I should go wash these before the next meal,” you squeaked, grabbing his empty bowl and scurrying away.

Once safe in the kitchen tent, you pressed your hand against your chest, trying to still your heart. Why did Cedar make you feel so fluttery? You’d never felt this way around anyone before. You usually kept to yourself and steered clear of romance. It had to be the battle, you decided. You were still hyped up from the night before. In a day or so, you were sure it would pass. 

Dunking empty bowls in ice-cold river water helped cool your thoughts as you tried to focus on what to make for dinner. The Orcs stocks were pretty hefty, but they and the children ate a lot. You’d noticed many of the parents tipping some of their bowls into their little one’s, making sure they were fed properly in case the next meal didn’t come. 

It saddened you it had to be this way. What horrible person decides to burn down their own citizens' village? Who was the King even protecting you from? Not the Orcs, that’s for sure. 

A loud rabble outside dragged your attention away from the dishes, and you picked up your poker before peeking your head outside. 

A few Orc scouts were speaking in rapid Orcish to Cedar. When they paused, his eyes immediately looked around for the children and frowned before he spoke to you all. 

“The human King has sent reinforcements. They will close on our camp by nightfall.” 

The mothers all gathered their children to their skirts, looking weary. 

“Women and children to the kitchen tent! We will keep you safe, but you must stay hidden!” 

You made way as a small stampede of humans rushed past you, many pushing their children to hide under the table. 

“What’s happening?” You asked Cedar as people and Orcs rushed around. 

He scrubbed his hand over his jaw, looking disturbed. 

“Someone ran back to your King with a story that we’d kidnapped you, not taken you in from starving in a burnt-down village. We will win this fight, but then we will have to make the journey back to the capitol. They will keep attacking if they think you’re within their grasp. Do you think you can explain this to your people? We don’t intend to take anyone by force, but I wouldn’t trust the King’s soldiers.”

“Yes, of course. Whatever you need.”

You hurried back to the kitchen, where the humans were muttering to one another. 

“Should we flee to the forest?” Isla, the former town candlemaker, asked. “Can we depend on the Orcs to protect us?” 

Another woman scoffed. 

“We can’t trust anyone. These Orcs are kind now, but they’ll sell us out at the drop of a hat.” 

Linda, a quiet woman who worked as a weaver, whimpered. 

“But we’ll starve in the forest alone. Word is the King’s men have raized every town for fifty miles!” 

You inserted yourself into the conversation, holding up your hands. 

“No one needs to escape to the woods. The Orcs are going to take us back to their capitol to keep us safe.” 

Linda squeaked in horror. 

“The Orc capitol?! Where they can enslave us?!” 

“They have no plan to enslave you. Don’t you want your children to be safe? We will be safe behind their walls!” 

“Or…when the King takes the city we’ll all be hung as traitors!” 

“Shawna, don’t put that in her head. Linda, we’ll be fine. I trust Cedar.” 

You paused on that thought, realizing not only was it true, it didn’t make any sense. You’d only just met him. Your conversation was interrupted by the shouting of men outside. 

“We’ll talk about this later,” you hissed, “Here, take this.” 

You armed the humans with whatever haphazard weapons you could find, mostly butcher knives and skillets. 

Outside, you could hear the clang of weapons and the squelching sounds of metal piercing flesh. 

“What's happening?” Linda asked, trying to get around you so she could peek out of the tent flap. 

“Stay back!” You barked. “If they see us, we’re in trouble!” 

You could tell she was losing it, hopping from one foot to another, her hands getting slippery on her knife. 

“No, no, no,” she whimpered. “I don’t want to go with the Orcs. Even a human monster is better than them!” 

Before you could grab her, she skipped through the doorway, running wildly into the fray. The other humans gathered around you, their opinions spilling out like loose marbles. 

“What is she thinking?!” 

“Linda, come back!” 

“Let her go, she’s nuts.” 

You clenched your jaw, squeezing your iron poker. 

“She’s scared. I’ll go get her…you all stay put!” 

Before anyone could stop you, you darted after her, trying to catch sight of her red skirt through the mess of armour-clad humans and massive Orcs. The King had sent a much larger force than the one that had burned down your village. The battle around you was brutal. You almost slipped on a puddle of blood, your eyes frantically searching for Linda. 

You found her pointing her knife with shaking hands at a human soldier. 

“What are you doing? I’m a human, too!” 

“The King ordered you all dead!” he snarled, raising his sword at her. “No witnesses! Come on, do your duty to the kingdom, and die quietly!” 

Panicking, you launched yourself at him, whacking him with your poker as you barreled into him. The two of you went down, metal clashing as you fell and dropped your weapons. Both of you scrabbled for purchase in the blood-soaked earth. You could hear Linda screeching beside you as you tried to overpower the soldier. His armor, now slick with mud, made it impossible to get a hold of him, and he triumphantly dragged himself to his sword, clumsily grabbing it by the blade and flinging it in your direction. You saw the metal flash in the firelight before pain exploded between your eyes, and your vision went black. 

—

“Please tell me she’s not dead,” you heard Linda’s voice from far away. 

Isla scoffed. 

“You’d better hope she’s not, Linda. This is all your fault!” 

“I'm sorry!” she simpered, “I made a mistake! I thought the soldiers were here to free us!” 

“Free us from what? A good meal and a safe place to sleep?”

You dragged your eyelids open, vision blurry for a moment before it cleared. 

“What…what happened?” you murmured. 

“She’s awake!” Isla gasped. 

You felt her cool hands against your cheek. 

“Take it slow, here; have some water.” 

She pushed a tin cup into your hands, and you wet your palette with a few sips. Looking around, you were surrounded by the humans, all looking very concerned. 

“Is everyone okay?” you asked. 

Isla smirked, and the other women tittered a bit. 

“Thanks to you, I suppose. That chieftain or warlord or whatever saw you get knocked in the head and went berzerk. He killed most of the soldiers all by himself.” 

Another woman poked her head out of the tent. 

“She’s okay! You guys can untie him!” 

“Untie who? Is the battle over?” 

Isla nodded.

“Yeah, all the soldiers are dead. We’ve all been waiting for you to wake up so we can move the camp before the King sends anymore. Can you believe he ordered them to kill us? I guess so he could claim the Orcs did it and get more support for the war.”

She smirked at you. 

“And as for who's tied up, your Orc friend thought you were dead. The others had to tie him up so he wouldn’t go on a rampage. He was ready to storm the King’s stronghold! You ought to see the ropes they had to use…thick as your waist!” 

You heard the roll of stomping feet, and Cedar burst through the tent flap. His hair was wild, and his tunic was red with blood. He fell to his knees in front of you, holding his hands as if he couldn’t decide if you were safe to touch. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, carefully prodding the bandage you had wrapped around your head. “That monster didn’t do any permanent damage, did he?” 

“She’ll have a scar,” Isla said, “but I think she’s fine.” 

Cedar’s face lightened, pulling you towards him, his big arms wrapping around you. 

“Thank the goddess,” he sighed with a heavy breath. “I thought they’d taken you from me.” 

He cupped your cheeks between his palms when he finally let you go. 

“You are so stupidly brave, little one,” he gasped, eyes wet. “You have more honor than your people deserve.” 

Behind him, Isla waved the women out of the tent, leaving the two of you alone. Not used to so much intimate attention, your cheeks warmed, and you weren’t sure where to look. 

“I just didn’t want Linda to get hurt,” you muttered. 

He gave you an odd smile, scooping you out of the cot you’d woken up in. 

“Once I get you to our home in the capitol, I’m going to have to keep you locked up for your own safety,” he said, patting your head. 

You looked up at him from where you were tucked, leaning on his bicep. 

“Our home?” 

He grinned at you, counting on his fingers. 

“First step to Orc courting: Threaten your desired with your weapon. Done. Step two: Allure them with your cooking skills, cooking or hunting something delicious. Done. And the final step: Display your honor through a grand act of bravery. Done! You’ve effectively and thoroughly seduced me, little one! All that’s left is to take you home!” 

He tipped your chin up with one thick finger and dipped his head to press his lips against yours. Your whole body felt like it was made of butterflies, every nerve flickering with excitement. Despite being covered in blood and mud, his kiss tasted like honey and sage. It felt like a warm cup of tea on a chilly morning. Your eyelashes fluttered shut and you sank into his warmth, despite yourself, happy to be alive and in his arms.

“Oh!” you gasped as he straightened his neck.

Your mouth fell open, unsure what to say. Before you could think of anything, Cedar carried you out of the tent, shouting orders at his men to pack up the camp so you could leave for the capitol.

#monster x girl #orc x reader #monster x reader #x reader #yandere x reader #soft yandere #orc boyfriend #monster romance #monster fluff #male yandere #yandere fluff #yandere romance #monster boyfriend #orc #orc romance

[soullessdianthus]

Could we get some pervy soap or ghost 👀👀

You got me hooked on pervy Konig 🥵

A/N: Your wish has been granted. (≖⌣≖)

Warnings: cocky, playboy MacTavish who is possessive af (he has no shame), nsfw (choking?, ass slapping, exhibitionism, shower sex, masturbation, creampie, rough sex as punishment)

My requests are open for I don’t know how long (as I have a lot of work lately)! ٩(^ᗜ^)و Just please read the disclaimer (pinned post)! Send requests HERE ✉︎

✧°. John was a pretty popular guy in his school years. And he knew he was quite handsome too, so he never really complained about the lack of girl’s attention. Things got a little different when he enrolled in the British military. 

✧°. As he reached his twenties, Johnny wasn’t satisfied with teasing all these other recruits in a hall or a canteen. Especially, because it rarely ended with sex, almost never. He was a busy man with loads of obligations around the base. It could be certainly said that he changed a little and grew out of the playboy phase. 

✧°. For a while at least.

✧°. But the lack of previously mentioned intimacy almost drove him nuts. Perv!Soap was a simple man, he just needed to blow off some steam, you know?

✧°. Then one lucky day, a group of new recruits came into the training grounds and you certainly got his attention. A pretty thing that smiled to him as you walked by Sergeant MacTavish. 

✧°. Johnny felt like his veins were flooding with testosterone again, the mere sight of your curves, made his cock throb. None of the other women soldiers intrigued him so much. it had to be that innocent smile of yours.

✧°. So naturally, Perv!Soap offered you a little tour around the base, while keeping his hand on your lower back. He was just trying to be nice and give you a warm welcome, right? He seemed like a spark of joy!

✧°. He would find himself daydreaming about you, about what position he would put you in or what would he do to pull the sweetest screams out of your tight throat. 

✧°. His imagination was wild – you were just sweeping the dust to the tray while kneeling? John already was imagining you on your knees in front of him, begging for his cock, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. 

✧°. Perv!Soap would be a bold type of man, whose intentions were crystal clear. He wanted to mark you as his as soon as possible. MacTavish couldn't bear the thought of other men laying their disgusting hands on you. He had to claim you first.

✧°. The perfect opportunity happened, when you came into the gym for a sparring session. Of course your good friend was there to train with you! Johnny invited you into a ring, before giving some advice. 

✧°. Being bigger and stronger than you, Soap made you stumble and fall more times than a fingers hand has. Yet, you kept standing up, willing to continue the sparring session. Perv!Soap enjoyed each minute he had your body within his firm grip, your front or back rubbing against him. It really riled him up.

✧°. So when he had you on the ground, laying atop of him and between his thighs in a tight chokehold, Johnny threw a couple of inappropriate jokes towards his friends who were watching the ring. They laughed and you tried to wiggle away once again.

✧°. “Hope yer gonna keep the spirit, bonnie. I like ‘em feisty.” He whispered into your ear, when your throat was being suffocated with his bicep. You struggled again, letting out a whine and a huff. Such an innocent sound, however it got John’s cock almost hard. You felt it digging into your lower back. 

✧°. Perv!Soap would make clear that you already belong to him. If some unfortunate soul dared to look at you in the wrong way, MacTavish would pin them to the wall and threaten them. Or, in a worse case scenario, he would just punch the wretch’s jaw or nose. Hard. 

✧°. Furthermore, when crossing him in the hallway, Soap wouldn’t bother with decency. If he had a desire to smack your plump ass, he wouldn’t hesitate. John would smile to himself, if he managed to pull a loud gasp out of you, when his strong palm struck your bum.

✧°. Perv!Soap’s confidence would only boost if he ever made you flustered. Which was often. With previously mentioned slaps or dirty words whispered into your ear. 

✧°. “Oh, bonnie. Let me fuck yer pretty tits, eh?”

✧°. “Good lass, learnin’ fast, aren’t we? Got me wonderin’, what else can I teach ya?” 

✧°. When it came to drinking outside the base, after a successful mission let’s say, Soap would rather sooner than later pull you into his lap. His thighs were more comfortable than a cheap chair and this way he could watch over you. 

✧°. Because he was a good friend and didn’t want anybody to throw a pill into your drink, right? Johnny called it a “scary dog privilege” when you sat at his thighs. But to be honest, for him it was a power move. Everyone else from your group acknowledged how protective Soap was over his girl.

✧°. Perv!Soap would sneak into your shower cabin and shush your loud gasp, before anyone could hear. He placed his big palm against your lower jaw and placed a finger over his lips. You were so cute, when you tried to cover your modesty, even now when both of you were completely naked. 

✧°. “Ya gotta help me, bonnie. I’ve got a problem.” John said to you, pointing at his painfully hard cock. Your face turned bright red.

✧°. “Now? Someone might hear us!” You yelled at him, keeping the whispering tone. Slowly your hand that was covering your breasts, loosened up and rested at the side of your body. Fuck it, he already seen enough. 

✧°. “Sh, sh, sh. Don’t ya worry, I’ll be quiet, eh?” 

✧°. Petrified or willingly, you allowed him to guide your smaller hand over his throbbing length. Soap stood close to you, his chest brushing against your perky nipples as the stream of warm water ran down your curves and his toned muscles. 

✧°. Perv!Soap showed you how to stroke him and where to squeeze him. As he predicted you were in fact a fast learner. Quickly you understood how he wanted to receive a handjob and you complied, encouraged by his hand sneaking to the side of your face. The other one was playing with your nipples. 

✧°. Sergeant was breathing heavily, huffing into your face just below his. He was getting closer, faster than ever before. You made him this soft, it was your hand that drove him into sweet like honey delirium. 

✧°. When he came, his cum spurted onto your palm and some landed on your stomach. Soap moaned, holding onto the shower stall on his left. 

✧°. However, the warm and thick liquid was washed away by the trickle of water. 

✧°. “That’s a good girl.” Johnny would be so cute and sweet on you, when you did whatever he asked you to.

✧°. But when you misbehaved or even unwittingly flirted with another soldier, Perv!Soap would be rather rough and tough with you, shoving you into the closest, empty storage in the base.

✧°. Johnny would push your face against the wall, tightly gripping your wrists behind your back. He didn’t care when you scowled and whined at him. Soap kicked your feet further apart, before he started to grind against your ass. 

✧°. “You belong to me, remember? Only I can fuck your tight cunny, lass.” 

✧°. Perv!Soap didn’t care that you mumbled out an apology, he wanted to make a point here – to show you were his little fucktoy. 

✧°. So he pushed his way between your puffy folds without any preparations, John knew you would take him anyways. He wasn’t so sweet and gentle about the intercourse, not at all.

✧°. Soap set a fast and rough pace that made each of his powerful thrust borderline painful. Balancing between the soreness and pleasure. One of his hands kept your wrists restrained, while the other hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing you to arch your back for him.

✧°. Your slightly suppressed moans and whines were music to his ears, only encouraging him to keep thrusting into your tight cunt.

✧°. And just before his actions made you and him orgasm, he pulled out of you and nestled his cock between your puffy folds. Ropes of thick cum covered your pussy and instantly began dripping onto your underwear.

✧°. Perv!Soap would pull your panties back up to their place, clinging tightly against your wet sex. Somehow you were conflicted and couldn’t decide if you were disgusted by the feeling of his semen smearing across your labia or were you aroused. 

✧°. “Go on, now.” Johnny told you, slapping your clothed ass in a gentler manner. 

✧°. “But–”

✧°. “If any bastard would try to sneak their hand into your panties, they’ll know, who this cunny belongs to, yes? I marked it.”

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Paz with no. 56 please 😵‍💫🥵 you’re amazing!! Thank you!!

Guess who is back, babes! After starting 2023 off with the trip of my dreams, I am finally back home and so so so excited to post this smut prompt. Thank you so much for sending in a prompt! I know it has been taking me a long time but I am honestly s proud of this one, even if it kind of got out of hand but it was a lot of fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading it. As always, let me know what you thought in a comment or reblog!

Annual Chances

Summary: Paz chooses you at the yearly festivities.

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 5.3k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, consensual aphrodisiac, dom!Paz, sub!Reader, breeding  kink, a whole lot of size kink, verbal degradation, creampie(s), implied cockwarming

Prompts: #56 “I’d like to breed you.”

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“Get up, sleepyhead, the invitations are in!”

You sat up, startled from your sleep and still half away in your dreams. There, the sun was shining on your bare skin, warming you from the inside out as you watched Paz play with your children, their laughter echoing through your head even as you saw your friend. Even as the reality you wished for dissolved all around you.

“Chants, what the fuck?” you hissed, unhappy to be pulled from your dreams so early and so roughly.

But your friend did not care, he simply skipped through the doorway, settling down at your side as he thrust a piece of paper in your face. By the looks of him, he had probably been awake for hours already, his job in the healing wings demanding a rather flexible sleep and work schedule.

“The invitations are in!” he repeated, a wide smile on his face, “This is your chance to finally snag that warrior of yours.”

You sat up, trying to ignore how your heart sped up from the mere thought of him. “I won’t be snagging anyone,” you corrected groggily, fishing the piece of paper from his hand, “Besides who knows if I have time to attend ...”

“Oh no, we will not have that discussion at all,” Chants protested quickly, throwing himself you’re your mattress and just barely missing your shin, “You were moping for weeks when you missed your chance at last year’s feast and I am frankly too busy having fun to anticipate having to nurse you back to happiness.”

“I wasn’t moping,” you protested with a pout, “I was just … thinking.”

“About how much happier you would be if a certain warrior carried you off into the sunset, I know,” Chants replied easily and you chose not to discuss it anymore. Perhaps he was right … Who were you kidding, of course, he was right.

You had had a crush on Paz Vizsla from afar for a long time. As soon as your clans had joined together and he had arrived with the first warriors, you had had only eyes for him. And how could you not? He was a fine specimen of a man, tall, and broad, with a deep voice that send shivers down your spine and a laugh that made you wish for a future when you could see his face.

But, alas, your shyness and his high status in the covert did not work well together. You hardly got to see him alone, and sometimes, weeks passed when you didn’t cross paths no matter how much you wished for it. And even if you managed to see him, to be in the same room as him, you were too nervous to speak.

More than once, Chants had suggested that you use the annual matchmaking feast to shoot your shot. Every person of age was invited to the party and it was without a doubt the event of the year. After all, Mandalorians valued their foundlings above everything and any excuse to celebrate what was most likely going to be the date of conception for some future ones was welcome. Countless couples had found together at the feasts over the years and the thought that it could be the day when you and Paz joined was … intriguing, to say the least.

Only that you had been too shy to attend for a long time and when you had finally gathered the courage to go to the party last year, Paz Vizsla had not been there. At the time, you were convinced that he had already chosen someone as his mate and, much to Chants’ dismay, had vowed never to attend again.

But it seemed your friend would not take a no for an answer this year.

*

“I hate this,” you muttered under your breath, trying your best to ignore your racing heart. Was it possible to throw up from nervousness? Because you were sure you could feel your stomach doing somersaults in the confines of your body.

“No, you don’t,” Chants replied easily, taking a sip of his sparkling drink, “At least the food is great.”

“I could have great food at home.”

“Yeah but not with a view like that.”

Your eyes followed his and landed on a group of broad-shouldered warriors that talked with each other by the bar. Which was ironic considering they all had their helmets on.

That was why, as soon as you had entered the packed hall with Chants on your heels, you had fled to the buffet table. The chances were considerably low and it allowed you to at least try and calm the fuck down.

In the meantime, Chants was happy because your position by the buffet granted him the perfect view of what the covert had to offer.

You tugged at your dress, feeling constricted in the ridiculous gown your friend had talked you into.

“Don’t do this,” he said.

“Don’t do what?” you asked grumpily,

“Don’t self-sabotage,” he said calmly, “You are so scared of Vizsla rejecting you that you don’t even put yourself out there and –“

Your heart clenched, his pointed words finding their target. He knew you too well, or maybe just well enough because you had to admit he was right.

“And what?” you asked, shoulders slumping as you searched the buffet for something to catch your eyes.

“That’s Paz Vizsla coming our way,” Chants murmured, his elbow digging into your middle, “I think he’s coming to us.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you mumbled, fishing another appetizer from the buffet, “Paz Vizsla would never come to us. He’s way too –“

“Way too what?”

You froze, slowly turning around and looking at the warrior before you.

Paz Vizsla was a huge man, imposing and intimidating even when he tried not to be and with a reputation that followed him from the battlefield to every place he went. It was rumoured that he had never lost a fight before and now that you saw him up close, taking in the sheer size of him, you had no trouble believing it.

“Way too, uh, busy?” you grimaced at how weak your voice sounded.

“Of the two of us, I’d say you’re the busy one,” he replied with a tilt of his helmet, “this is the first year you’re attending the festivities.”

“That’s not true,” you frowned, “I attended last year as well.”

The man in front of you hummed, as if in thought, and you took the opportunity to just … look at him.

Your eyes slid over his broad shoulders to his thick arms and large hands and you found yourself wishing to know what it was like to feel them on your body. Or in your body. Preferably both.

“I’m afraid I was not there for long last year. That would explain it,” he finally said, still looking at you. You wondered if he noticed your stares because he straightened up a little, clenching his fists and relaxing them and the veins stood out. Stars, how could one man be so attractive?

“You know what, I think someone’s calling me,” Chants suddenly said and you were embarrassed to find that you had completely forgotten he was right next to you. What kind of crush was this?

“Of course,” Paz said and you both watched your friend leave in silence, immediately swallowed up by groups of people.

The realization that you were both alone now came suddenly and unexpectedly and you felt your heart skip one or two beats. Because what were you supposed to say now? Here was the man you had been pining after for so long, here was your chance to say something, to impress him, to make him fall in love with you.

“Hello,” you managed to bring out, hoping that your smile wasn’t as wavering as your courage.

He chuckled, low and rumbly and you swore you felt it in your chest. “Hello, little one,” he greeted you, grabbing a small berry in his large fingers. You watched him bring it up and under his helmet, and your imagination ran wild.

Stars, what might it be like to kiss him?

“I, uh, I thought you found someone last year already,” you continued nervously, fiddling with your hands in front of your middle, “Did – did you find someone?”

He shook his head, “It was more about whom I didn’t find.”

“That sounds like you have someone specific in mind.”

“I do.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised at how close he suddenly was. You imagined being able to hear his real voice behind the helmet, “Wh-Who?”

“There are a lot of flattering things I could say now,” he stated, his voice not wavering for a second, “But to make a long proposal very short: I’d like to breed you.“

You thought you were dreaming. You were convinced you were dreaming.

“Me?”

“Yes,” he stepped closer, his hand reaching yours and you were hyperaware of how gentle his rough fingertips were against your skin, “you.”

“And if you were amenable,” he continued quietly, his fingers brushing over your knuckles, “I’d be also interested in courting you.”

You felt faint.

“Courting … me?”

He stiffened, shifting away from you and you immediately yearned for the return of his touch. “Only with your consent, of course,” he spoke, “Please forgive me, if I spoke out of turn, I thought perhaps – I thought you –“

“No, don’t get me wrong I’m,” you hurried to say, “I’m – this means a lot – but, uh, did you take a look around? There are so many wonderful people that you could be interested in and I am just … me … Why me?”

Your hand landed on his and you both froze, looking at where you were touching him. His skin burned against yours and you could feel his racing pulse underneath your fingertips.

“Because I don’t think of any of them when I make myself come at night,” he revealed with a growl and you swore your pussy pulsed at his words, “and I don’t think of any of them when I think about whom I want to raise my children with. I want you, mesh’la, very much so. Do you want me too?”

You could hardly believe your ears. Somewhere deep inside you, doubt was still hammering at your chest in worry. What if you had somehow misunderstood him? What if he realized what a mistake he made when you thought yourself safe?

But just as the worries seemed to creep up on you yet again, you caught yourself, just in time. You deserved happiness. You deserved love. And you deserved these things with the man who stood in front of you, who had told you how he felt for you. Who wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“Stars yes,” you breathed.

“What’s that?” he asked, his voice deeper than before, “I couldn’t hear you, little one.”

You nodded quickly, “I – I’ve wanted you for so long, Paz, I didn’t – I never, I never thought you’d think the same.”

“Well then,” he said, his helmet so close you could feel the cold of the beskar radiating onto your skin, “What would you say we go and make this semi-official, mesh’la?”

You grinned. This was a dream come true. Who would have thought that of all people Paz Vizsla, the one you had a crush on would return your feelings? His hand wrapped around your, completely enveloping your wrist and fingers as he tugged you through the crowd. You had always admired how people seemed to just make way for him wherever he went with an unconscious admiration and respect that he had earned. Now, following him as they parted for the both of you was thrilling.

The armourer sat at the end of the room, shadowed by her council as they oversaw the festivities.

“You want to leave us already?” she asked, tilting her golden helmet in acknowledgement.

You felt heady, clutching Paz’s hand like a lifeline. It was all so real now.

“I hope you will excuse us,” Paz said, “we found each other and I don’t want to waste any more time.”

“Stars know you wasted enough time pining after her,” Djarin commented from his place on the dais and that caught your attention.

Paz? Pining? After you??

The big man shifted next to you, seeming a little shy and you smiled. This was definitely something you would ask him about.

The armourer inclined her head and, from someplace you did not see, a goblet was brought to you. You knew the look of them well, the drink in it was given to every couple that found each other at the festivities. It was some sort of concoction that was rumoured to be especially potent for … you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

Paz lifted his helmet, just enough to take a sip and it felt forbidden to see the sliver of skin, to see how his hand dwarfed the precious metal. Soon, you would feel those hands on you, soon you could feel his skin against yours.

You were so enraptured by the sight of him, it took you a few moments to realize that he was holding out the goblet to you. “Would you like a drink, my love?” he asked you, his voice low and rumbly.

You nodded wordlessly, taking it from him. It tasted sweeter than you imagined, the liquid like honey on your tongue and causing a comfortable warmth in your belly. Almost immediately, Paz’s hand found yours and he dragged you away.

Everything was a blur. You did not see the people you passed, you did not take in the hallways you walked through. Paz was in a hurry and your laughter turned silent when you felt your need for him burn your veins. Was this the effect of the drink?

The hallways were completely abandoned and as Paz passed through the residential quarters, you found yourself curious about where exactly he was leading you.

You got your answer not a minute later.

“These are my rooms,” he announced as he punched the code into the keypad. The door swished open, revealing quarters that looked much warmer than you had expected. There was a giant bed with lots of blankets and pillows and the floor was covered in soft rugs. You could see his workstation completely overladen with files and plans and smiled when you spotted the invitation to the festivities at the very top of the pile.

Feeling his hands on your hips, you turned around with a smile, letting his hands slowly wander over you. His metal forehand touched yours and you took a deep breath in, relishing in the way your entire body seemed to warm at his touch.

“You have no idea how long I waited for this moment,” he whispered, his fingers slipping under the hem of your dress and slowly lifting it up. The feeling of his rough fingertips on the soft skin of your thighs chased goosebumps all over your body and you could feel a pang in your core.

“I never dared to dream,” he said, “that you could want me the way I want you.”

“I want you, Paz,” you whispered, your hands shaking with anticipation as you tugged on his shoulder pauldrons, “I always wanted you. Ever since I first saw you I knew it … if it would be anyone it would be you.”

“Good. Because for me it has always been you,” he hummed, sounding happier than you had ever heard him. He took a step forward and you gasped when you could feel his entire body press against yours, “Will you let me show you just how much I want you?”

You nodded, unable to find the words between sheer excitement and the needy pulsing between your legs.

In one quick movement, Paz had freed you of your dress and you hurried to step out of your underwear as Paz’s hands worked on the various buckles and clips on his armour. It was a flurry of movements, quickened by your desire for each other and suddenly you were both standing there, completely naked save for Paz’s helmet. But that was not what you were focussing on now.

“You’re – you’re really big,” you mumbled, taking in his girth. Stars you knew he was a big man but how was that supposed to fit inside you?

Paz chuckled, holding out his hand for yours and you followed his movements. You were both quiet as he guided your hand to his hard cock. “Your hand can hardly fit around me,” he marvelled, his breath hitching as his hand closed above yours. He started to move your palm with his and you watched enraptured as a few drops of precome started to bead at the tip.

Your walls fluttered around nothing at the thought of feeling him inside you and you shifted, swallowing nervously. Your chest brushed against his, your nipples hardening and out of reflex more than anything else did you tilt your head up towards him.

“I cannot show my face,” he said, clearly displeased with the rules, “Not now. Not yet.”

“But I’d like to kiss you,” you pouted, as you continued to stroke him, “I’d like to feel you.”

He hummed, taking a reluctant step back and you wanted to follow him before you saw where his hand went. Before you could say anything, the room fell into complete darkness and you stilled, trying to calm your heartbeat so you could hear what he was doing.

The sound of his intake of breath was unmistakable and you heard a thud, metal on wood, when you realized that he had taken off his helmet. You smiled. Of course. If you could not see him, he could take off his helmet and you could kiss him.

In complete and utter darkness, you reached out your hand only to find the warm skin of his chest. You smiled when his hand came up to hold you against him and moments later his entire body pressed against yours again. You could feel his reaction against your belly and his breath on your face and it was a miracle your brain hadn’t short-circuited yet.

Your noses brushed against each other and you smiled just before you could feel his lips against yours. Paz’s lips were dry and a little chapped but you swore you had never felt anything as heavenly. The kiss started out soft and careful as you got used to each other. But having him so close, the effects of the drink making you all dizzy, you couldn’t keep yourself from wanting to explore him.

You sighed against him and Paz used that to move against you, his tongue bushing over your bottom lip as his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He tasted sweet, just like the drink, and when his teeth closed on your bottom lip, you swore you were this close to coming just from having him close.

Lips moving against each other’s, you let him push you towards his bed, the mattress hitting the back of your knees. You squeaked, falling into the softness and scooted back until you could feel the pillows. Paz followed you, his body heat never leaving yours and when you arched your back, your chest accidentally brushing against his stubbled chin, he closed his lips around your nipple.

All breath escaped you as pleasure burnt through your veins. You just wanted him to touch you, to –

“Ready?” Paz asked you, kissing the spot between your tits. His hands slid up to the inside of your thighs and you were sure you had never been as wet as this moment. You nodded before you you remembered he couldn’t see you.

“Yes,” you whispered, hands finding his shoulders and you held onto him, “I’m ready.”

Paz made a noise at the back of his throat and you could feel him shuffling closer, his fingers rubbing over your folds and you gasped when they circled your clit. You were sure the mattress was already drenched with your juices and you inhaled sharply when you felt the head of his cock carefully part your folds.

He pushed inside you slowly and you gasped. “Stars,” you murmured, resisting the initial desire of your body to move away from him as your hands tightened on his shoulders. His head was not even completely inside you and your walls already felt like they were stretching too far. “You’re huge!”

“Not too huge, I hope?” he chuckled, pulling out carefully and leaving you feeling ridiculously empty. You could feel him pulsing against your folds, drops of precome mixing with your wetness.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to find words. “I – Paz, what if you don’t fit?”

“Afraid your pussy is too small for my cock, mesh’la?” he teased you and you felt heat fill your cheeks at his words, the desire thrumming through you again.

At your lack of an answer, you felt him relax, his legs spreading beneath yours as his thumbs brushed over your sides. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, sweetly kissing your cheek, “I will make it fit.”

He pushed your legs up, his hands large on the soft flesh of your thighs as he pressed them to your chest. “Is that comfortable?”

His hips pushed forward a little and his shaft slid over your wetness. Something snapped in you.  “Stars, just fuck me already,” you panted, trying to lift your hips closer to him which resulted in your claves landing on his shoulders for leverage.

He laughed then, a deep belly laugh, that made your cheeks hot and your pussy clench. “Paz ...!”

“I am sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckled, his lips brushing over your calf and you felt him shift between your legs, “I will make amends.”

And amends he made when his shaft parted your walls again, slowly but surely, pushing the breath out of your lungs. You were prepared now, for the inevitable feeling of being split apart and you took a deep breath, your blood singing with relief at having him inside you.

Paz groaned above you, his hips starting to build up a fast rhythm that had your hands bunching the sheets. You had never felt so full.

“Can’t wait to see your tits bounce,” he groaned, “to see your belly all round with my child.”

You moaned at the image, walls clamping around him. Nothing sounded better than having him

“I'm gonna fill you up,” he announced between groans, his bed shaking with how deep and strong his strokes had become, “I’m going to put a baby in you and if it doesn’t take today then it will take tomorrow or the day after or the day after …”

Lying helplessly underneath him, you couldn’t do anything but take it. Take his cock, take his words, take the kisses he gently pressed on your jaw and neck.

 “Stars, you’re tight,” he cursed, leaning forward and pressing your legs further against you. Your muscles protested and you felt the knot in your core tighten.

“’s too much,” you panted, “please – I – I am so close I –“

“Come for me,” he encouraged you, his voice raw in your ear, “Come for me and I will fill you with my come like you deserve.”

You felt hot and cold at the same time and with Paz’s cock hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars, it was the closest you would ever come to an out-of-body experience, you were sure. You cursed under your breath, any thoughts leaving your head when all you felt was incredible.

You felt incredible.

“Good girl,” Paz’s voice got you out of your mindless state and you suddenly became aware that he was still very much moving inside you, shaft rubbing along your clenching walls as he seemed to get quicker and quicker until he buried himself so deeply inside you it almost hurt. The feeling of his come filling you was like an aphrodisiac all on its own.

“Oh fuck,” you murmured, your legs still shaking on his shoulders as he slowly pulled out, “That was –“

“Was?” Paz chuckled darkly as he rolled next to you, “I haven’t even started yet, sweetheart.”

You gaped at him, even if he couldn’t see it, “What?”

“What do you think they give us this drink for?” he asked, clearly amused.

“I – I don’t know,” you stuttered, your heart slowly reaching its normal rhythm again, “Heightened fertility?”

Paz hummed, his warm hand finding yours and squeezing, “That, too. But also for better … endurance.”

“Oh stars,” you groaned, “What have I gotten myself into?”

Both of you laughed at that and the happiness you felt threatened to burst out of your chest. The bed moved with Paz as he sat up, you could feel his arm brush against your shoulder and soon, his hand tugged on yours.

You followed his wordless instructions, trying your best to sit up. But his tugging did not cease until you understood what he meant. You raised your leg, attempting to straddle him and it was his other hand that gently held to your knee, guiding it over his lap.

It was impressive how in the darkness, Paz could still find your lips, pulling you in for a kiss. You could feel his heart beat in his chest and you were sure he could feel yours too. You wiggled your hips, causing him to groan against you. Your hands found the back of his neck, your fingertips playing with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I could get used to this,” you mused, quickly kissing the corner of his mouth and giggling when his hands cupped your tits, his thumbs swiping over your nipples.

“Me too,” he smiled against you, running the tip of his nose over your jaw. You wiggled again, feeling his cock harden between you and even with the mess of your combined juices spilling down your thighs, you felt ready to go again.

“C’mon, ride my cock,” he instructed, the teasing lilt to his voice betraying the grin that was undoubtedly on his face. You could feel his hands between you as he held his cock in position and you tried your best to raise yourself up high enough to sink down on him. But your body seemed to have different plans and the newly required effort to move reminded you just how much that first orgasm had taken you out.

His come served as lube as you sank down on him, your legs too weak to hold up any pretence of control as his cock speared you again. You whimpered, barely holding yourself up on his shoulders. Paz made a soothing sound, his lips on your temple as you tried to catch your breath.

“Go on,” he whispered, his fingers gently pinching your nipples and you mewled when he pulled on them ever so slightly, the pain giving your pleasure a new edge, “Work your pussy on my cock.”

“I can’t,” you admitted feebly, rocking against him. Your legs were trembling so much still and all you could focus on was how good he felt inside you, how stuffed you were, how deep he was.

“Paz, please –“

He did not do anything at first but you could feel his knees go up behind you and suddenly he was holding you by the hips. “It’s okay,” he soothed you, his fingers brushing over your skin, “I got you.”

Unable to say anything, you just let yourself rest against his chest, putting your head on his shoulder. He smelled of the woods and engine fuel and the pure warmth of him made your chest flutter. He got you.

You whimpered, hiding your face in his neck as he started to thrust up into you, bouncing you on him as if you weighed nothing.

“You take my cock so well,” he praised you, “What a pretty little breeding toy you are for me, sweetheart, how pretty you sound with my cock stuffed in that tight pussy.”

He had you bounce so strongly, the sound of skin slapping against skin couldn’t be overheard, and yet all you could hear was his panting breath in your ear, the quiet groans, the little praises. They made you clench even tighter around him and you tightened your hold on him.

Needing him more and more, you attempted to move your hips against his, trying to get your own rhythm going to get hom to move deeper. Stars, you needed him deeper.

“Oh, you’re much too weak for that, my love,” Paz teased you, his fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your ass before one hand came down in a slap, “Let me fuck you like you need, you can be as cockdumb as you want.”

You smiled, letting him take control again, and kissed the little spot behind his ear. There was a strange sense of happiness you hadn’t anticipated, in knowing that Paz really would take care of you. He would fuck you like you needed, fill you up like you wanted, and you didn’t need to do anything.

You just needed to enjoy it.

“Are you enjoying my cock?” he asked you breathlessly, “Does it feel good to be stuffed like you need?”

“Y-yes,” you brought out, embarrassed by how thin your voice sounded, “F-feels so good, Paz.”

“Tell me you want me to breed you,” he growled, his hips surging up in a particularly hard thrust, “Tell me you want my baby.”

You whimpered, the words stuck in your throat when you felt another wave threatening to send you over the edge. It was all you could do to hold onto him.

“Tell me or I won’t let you come,” he threatened, “Don’t you want to come, sweetheart? Don’t you want to be bred?”

His words made you want to sit up but Paz’s hold was as strong as ever.

“Pl-Please come inside me,” you burst out, not caring how your voice stumbled over itself, your despair to come too big to ignore, “Please, Paz, I want your baby, I – please come inside me.”

“I am going to breed you every single day if that is what it takes,” he growled, “Every free moment I have I am going to spend like this,” his finger rubbed over your clit, making you gasp, “Stuffing that pretty cunt with my come.”

Your gasp got swallowed by his kiss as his fingers worked their magic on your clit. “Come for me again, my love, let me breed you.”

And, as if all it would take were his words, you did. You clenched around him, biting your knuckles to keep quiet as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to ride the waves of pleasure that washed over you.

“Good girl,” Paz groaned his hips stuttering, “My good fucking girl.”

The praise made you preen. His hands held you down on him and you could feel him filling you again, the sheer amounts of come trickling around where you were joined, squelching sounds mixing with your loud breaths.

“It feels so good,” you breathed once you felt like you could think straight again, “You feel so good.”

Paz hummed, his chest heaving against yours and despite the aftershocks of your second orgasm of the night still feeling prominent, you decided that this was your favourite moment. Here, resting against him, skin to skin, heart to heart, it felt like your world was finally complete.

“I think the drink is wearing off,” you murmured finally, “At least for me.”

“For me too,” Paz confirmed, his large hand settling on your lower back, holding you to him, “Though I am not quite ready to let go.”

“Me neither,” you sighed against him, closing your eyes to listen to his heartbeat.

“Don’t worry, though,” he said, kissing your temple, “We have time.”

#maybege writes #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizsla x fem!reader #smut

[devilishlyhandsome123]

Nice? to Meet You

Dean Winchester x fReader

18+ only

Read at your own risk, I know Dean is attentive and gentle, but in my head, he's also hard-core 🥵 so.... ⚠️ Warning! Kinky, rough, oral on female, intercourse, fast burn, ....just be warned. I like it dark. And my fanfics can get long. So buckle up and enjoy!

Ps warning- it's supernatural. Expect a creature and a hunter. Decapitation.

You were on the phone with your best friend, Brandon, and walking fast to the bar. The door was open and you could hear the music pooling out into the street. Hardly any cars were in the parking lot, so you know it was a slow night. Thank God!

"Oh my God, it has been such a rough day. I'm heading to get a drink and to see whose ass I can beat at pool." You say.

"Babe, don't I know it! I've got an early morning or I'd meet you down there. Sounds like you're close. So, promise me, no icky guys tonight ok? Just go unwind and get that gorgeous booty back home."

Brandon had been your best friend since you moved to Kansas 2 years ago. He knew you had a habit of indulging in a dirty one night stand here and there. They were the easiest to kick to the curb.

"Don't worry, its a slow night. Plus, I'm in more of a fighting mood tonight. I'm more likely to punch a dude in the throat for looking at me wrong. I love you, get to bed. We don't need you all wrinkly in the morning." You laugh and Brandon chuckles.

"Boo bitch. At least I hydrate. If anyone is gunna be wrinkly, it's gunna be you. Have a great night, I love you too! Kisses!" And he hangs up.

You hear rustling behind you, but when you turn around, there's nothing there. With a raised eyebrow, you turn back around and head inside.

It really was dead in the bar. A few couples were playing pool, old boys were scattered at the bar, a few women bounced between them, and then there was one guy sitting alone at the end of the bar. You put on your game face and head to the bar right next to him. You order a beer and look over at him.

He is stunning. Blonde hair, electric green eyes, leather jacket, long legs, and that mouth! He licks his lips and with a stone cold look on his face, looks at you.

"Can I help you? Maybe taking a picture will make this moment last longer."

You raise your eyebrows and cross your arms over your chest, making your breasts pop a little. Watching his eyes travel over you sends a shiver through you but doesn't break your game face.

"I was actually admiring the jacket. Who said I wanted any moment to last long? I was honestly just looking for someone's ass to kick at a game of pool and you look like someone who might give me a run for my money. Looking to lose?" You ask cockily.

He sits back and gives you a full view. You take a drink of your beer and wait for him to contemplate any of the offers you just made him. He rubs his chin and licks his lips.

"Oh child, I don't lose. What's the bet?" He asks.

"$200." You take out your cash and show him so he knows you're being serious. "And I am no child."

He nods and stands from his stool. He is monstrous compared to you. You weren't expecting him to be so tall. He pulls cash from his pocket and grabs yours. He turns around and hands it to the bartender.

"Let's do this then." He walks toward the empty pool table and pulls out the rack. "Gotta name to go with that attitude?"

"Aria. You got a name to go with that cockiness?"

"Dean."

"Figures your name would be something like Dean or Chad or Alex. Something with four letters."

He gives you a sideways glance and then walks and grabs a cue and chalk. You follow. Feeling like you said something awkward. He racks the balls and then waves his hand in front like saying 'ladies first'. You smirk and line up your shot. Making sure your tits are on full display as he leans on his cue and watches you. You break and a solid ball goes in the pocket. Perfect. The cue ball stops in front of him, he steps just slightly to the side to let you have your shot. As you bend over, his eye rake across you. It makes you nervous, but you don't miss your shot.

"You've played before?" He asks.

"League champ four years running. Wanna back out now?" You challenge.

He just raises an eyebrow and licks his lips again. Keeping his eyes on you as you move around the table. During one shot you watch as he bites his lip, staring deep into your eyes. You miss your shot and he grins. He moves into position and makes his first hole. As he moves to make his second, he says,

"You made a mistake challenging me Kitten." He keeps eye contact with you as he makes his shot and the ball goes in the hole. "I can dance all night long and never miss."

Fuck. As he continues to make every shot in, you know you have to think fast or you will be out 200 bucks. You take off your jacket and reveil your curves to him. You lean over in front of his shot and give him and eyeful, licking your lips and giving him your best version of bedroom eyes. He pulls up from his shot and eyes you.

"Your tactic won't work on me darling." He bends over and makes his shot. The ball misses and you giggle.

"I thought you said it wouldn't work? Talking a big game won't help you win babe." You line up your shot and make it in. "8 ball. Right there."

Dean looks at you like he doesn't believe you, but you shoot it in easily. You grin, your ruby red lips drawing his gaze. He walks over to you, stepping into your space and making your breath hitch.

"Looks like I've been bested. Fair is fair." He brushes a lock of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear, sending shivers down your body. He notices your shiver and grins. Then he turns toward the bar and goes to speak to the bar tender. When he comes back, he hands you the cash.

"Take it easy kid, you won't win so easily next time."

As he turns to leave you holler at him, "I'm no kid. Next time I won't be so nice. Was just observing your tactics this time."

You hear him giggle as he walks out the door. You walk back to the bar, slip your coat on, and hand the bar tender your beer bottle. You thank him and tip him before walking toward the door yourself.

Outside, rain begins to fall and you welcome the cold drops on your hot skin. Who was that guy? You've never seen him here before.

As you walk, you hear steps behind you. You look over your shoulder but see nothing. You pick up your pace and pull your knife out, tucking it up against your side. The footsteps behind you continue again. You run up around the corner and hide behind a wall. Peeking around the corner, you don't see anything. You chalk it up to the rain patter and let out a breathe.

You turn around to continue home but see a woman standing there. She slashes out at you with clawed fingers and hits you across your chest. You drop your knife and screams erupt from your throat and you press your chest with your hand. She raises her hand again, but before she can hit you again, her head falls at your feet. You watch her body fall to the ground and see Dean behind her. Another man stands next to him and he is in front of you in a flash.

"Hey! You ok? You've got a nasty cut there. Looks like it's bleeding pretty good."

You pull your hand away and notice the wound is pouring out blood. Your vision starts to go dark and before you pass out, strong arms are swooping you up.

"Hang in there kid. Sam, get the car. You're driving. We gotta get back to the bunker quick. Maybe Cas can help her."

They are both running with you when you finally succumb to darkness. The last thing you hear is the rumble of a car.

When you wake up, you're in a bed in a strange room. The light is dim. It's oddly bare. You notice a picture on the bedside table of a blonde woman. She's beautiful. There's also a set of head phones and a walkman. Maps are scattered on the desk across the room. Confusion spreads through you.

You sit up, your head swims, your chest is on fire, and then you remember what happened. A woman attacked you and Dean saved you. There was another man there too. Sam? Cas? You heard the names but couldn't remember what Dean called him.

You hear voices in the hall, the door cracked a bit.

"Dean we need to get her to a hospital. She lost too much blood. I can't get ahold of Cas. You can't just keep her in your bed! We don't have the tools to heal her."

"She was attacked Sammy. She may have lost a bit of blood, but she didn't lose enough to be concerned. I will watch her. Just go make her one of your smoothies and she'll be right as rain."

You get out of the bed, Dean's bed, and walk toward the door. Your head pounding. Before you step into the hall, you notice you're in and oversized flannel and feel vulnerable all of a sudden. You push the feelings aside and step into the hall.

"What's a girl gotta do to get a beer around here?" You chuckle and hold your head.

Both guys look at you. They are both so handsome. Sam smiles, but Dean frowns and stalks toward you.

"Get your butt back in that bed. You need rest. I will get you a drink. Are you hungry?"

Your eyes look him up and down and you bite your lip. Sam's smile disappears and a look of surprise takes its place.

" Well then. I will go to the kitchen and get her a drink and something to eat. You, uh, tuck her back in." He runs a hand through his long brown hair and heads down the hall in the opposite direction.

You stare into Dean's eyes. His frown deepens.

"Let's get you back in bed." He turns you around and ushers you back into his room. He sits on the edge of his desk and watches you as you walk toward his bed. You sit on the edge and tuck a foot under you.

"Where are we?"

"For now, just know you're safe. Well. Idk with my brother around how safe you are. He will smother you with 'Are you ok?' And 'Can I get you anything?'" He chuckles at the poke he made at his brother.

You melt a bit. You didn't know what it was like to have siblings. Your parents died when you were young and your grandparents raised you.

"He sounds sweet." You smile. "Must be nice to have a brother who cares so much."

Dean raises his eyebrows, not expecting anything other than sarcasm.

"Sometimes it can get annoying, but yea. It is kinda nice. So, uh, where ya from?"

You think it's cute that he's trying to make small talk, and you are about to answer him, but there's a small knock on the door before another man pokes his head in. He's got black hair and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He smiles and pushes his way into the room. He's wearing a suit and a tan trench coat.

"Dean, Sam told me you needed me. Who's this?"

"Aria, Cas. Cas, Aria. She was attacked by a creature. We have yet to figure out what. These things just keep coming out of the woodwork."

You look at them both confused. A woman attacked you, but Dean said creature? What was going on?

Cas approaches you and kneels down in front of you. He reaches his hand up, but stops when you flinch.

"I apologize. May I?" He says in a low, soothing tone.

You nod and he pulls the shirt down just a bit.

"Can I unbutton a few to get a better look?" You nod again. He's so polite it's hard to say no.

He unbuttons the top three and pulls the bandage off. You wince and he looks at you with big puppy eyes. It makes you want to keep him. Four gashes go from your shoulder to the top of your opposite breast. Cas's eyes move to yours.

"I don't know how much you know, but I need to warn you. This might hurt a bit and I need you to close your eyes."

You do as your told. A bright light illuminates, even with your eyes closed, and you feel a slight sting as warmth washes over your body. When the light disappears, you open your eyes. The wound is gone and you're left with a warm, tingling sensation where the gashes used to be. Your mouth drops open as you rush to Dean's mirror.

"What? How?!" Is all you can muster as you open more buttons to check your chest.

Cas gives Dean a nod and leaves the room. Seconds later, Sam brings in your drink and some food. It's steaming and the smell of Mongolian beef, broccoli, and rice waft over you. Your mouth salivates and you very quickly forget everything that just happened.

"Hey! How ya feeling?" He says.

"Oh my God! I'm starving! Please tell me that's mine? Did you make it??" You say back.

"Yea. Figured something good but comforting would be beneficial. And you asked for beer." He smiles as he sets the tray he's carrying down on the bedside table. "I hope you like it." He smiles and looks at Dean, as if to say 'Play nice.' Dean shoos him away.

You run over to the tray and start shoving food into your mouth. About half way through the plate, you stop and realize Dean is looking at you. A look on his face that says 'Damn girl!' When you catch him looking, he fixes his face, but doesn't move.

"Hungry?" Is all he says.

You swallow. Now feeling nervous. You pick up the beer and offer it to him. He shakes his head and pulls a flask out of his pocket. You set down your fork and walk toward him, beer in hand. You hadn't bothered to button the shirt back up, your bra peaking out just slightly. Dean tries not to look.

"I'm starving actually." You say, taking a drink of your beer and stopping right in front of him.

"How old are you?" He says with furrowed brows. "You have made one too many passes at me and you don't look more than 15. I'm not that kind of guy."

"You know, I get that a lot. It's cuz I'm so petite. But actually, I'm 24. If I was 15, I wouldn't have been in the bar. I'm kind if a bad ass, but I'm not dumb." You glide a finger down his chest and then turn around to walk away.

Dean grabs your beer, sets it down, and pulls your back flesh with his front. He bends down and whispers, "Where did you come from?" Before his lips are exploring your neck and ears. His hand winding into your hair and the other ripping open your flannel shirt - exploring your breasts and stomach. You use your free hand closest to the door, to lock it and your other reaches up and wraps in his hair.

Dean pulls your shirt off your shoulders and drops it on to the floor. He turns you around and picks you up. You wrap your legs around him and lock your mouth onto his. He walks over to the bed, unwraps your legs from him, and then throws you on to the bed. You squeal in surprise and grin at him as he unbutton his own shirt and throwing it to the floor.

Dean crawls up your body, kissing as he goes. Once he reaches your mouth, he hovers over your lips and rubs his nose on yours.

"You cannot be real. You smell and taste too sweet." He says. "And your mouth is so filthy." He bites your bottom lip and makes you moan. You arch your body, begging to be closer to him.

When you lay your body back on the bed, you wrap a leg around his hip. He hooks his hand onto your leg and let's go of your lip. A devious, seductive look flashes in his eyes. He gives you a small kiss on your nose and starts kissing back down your body. He reaches under you to unhook your bra so that he can devour your small breasts. He throws your bra and latches on to a nipple while cupping your other breast with his rough hand. The arousal that spreads through your body and into your core has you releasing a whine. Dean takes the hint and continues his journey down your belly and across your hips. He takes the leg you wrapped around his hip and kisses, nips, and licks from your knee to your pussy.

He smells you and you find it oddly arousing. His fingers hook into the band of your underwear and he removes them. He looks at you and smiles.

"You are so beautiful."

You stare at him in disbelief. You've never heard that one before. Dean kneels at the edge of the bed, pulling your ass toward the edge. He puts his mouth to you and swipes his tongue once through your folds. You slam your back into the bed, putting your hands into your hair. The feeling sent shock waves through you. He inserts a finger in you slowly and you try to clamp your legs together, but he pushes them back open.

"Holy sh...." You say.

He starts licking your clit while he pulls a finger in and out of you. You rock your hips into him, following the motion of his finger. He adds another and you feel full. The pressure building as his hooks them both into your g-spot. Your visions starts to get cloudy as sparks dance in your eyes and your body shakes. He sucks and hums on your clit and you fall over the edge. Your legs shake uncontrollably. He kisses your thigh and waits until you stop shaking before he removes his fingers. You look at him as he sucks your juices off his fingers.

"Mmmm, so sweet."

Dean removes his pants and let's his hard on spring free. You stare on him wide eyed. You thought two fingers made you feel full. His cock was going to break you. You slap your legs back together and crawl away from him up the bed.

"Where ya going darling?" He smiles and starts crawling up the bed. Fear shows in your eyes and he stops. "You ok? If you don't want to, it's ok. We can stop."

You suck in a breath. "No. I want to. It's just....are you going to fit?" I'm small."

"Promise I will go slow. If it hurts too much, I will stop."

"OK. We can try." You don't totally believe that it will be ok, but you want him so badly. You throw fear aside and allow him to continue to crawl toward you.

"Lay on your belly. Legs straight. I promise you won't regret it and it will keep you open for me." He says.

You lay on your belly and straighten your legs. He puts a pillow under your hips and straddles your legs. He uses his thumb to dip into you again, smearing your juices all over you. He spits in his hand and rubs himself before leaning forward and pushing into your opening. He goes so slow, the euphoria and pain mixing. You don't even realize you're holding your breath.

"Take a breath baby. I need you to relax and let me in."

You do as you're told and relax your body all the way to your toes. He pulls out a little and continues pushing in. He fills you and you can feel him in your belly. He stills, coming forward and kisses your neck and then your cheek.

"Good girl. I'm going to stay like this for just a moment. We need to allow your body to adjust. You're so damn tight!"

You wiggle in anticipation. Dean tightens his legs to keep yours still and slowly starts to pump in and out of you. He strokes every inch of your inner walls. Quiet moans fills the air from both of you. He grabs on to your hair and picks up speed. The pressure builds in your belly and you feel like you're going to explode. Your moans grow louder and he makes a grunting noise. He scoops an arm under you and bites onto your shoulder. The added sensation has you screaming and your body convulses. Dean's pace falters and you feel him jerk inside you. His cum mixing with yours. He stills for a few moments before pulling out of you.

He grabs a towel and cleans you up. He kisses your shoulder and flops down next to you.

"Stay with me tonight. Please?" He says.

Your curl your body into his and softly whisper yes before your eye lids fall closed. You feel him pull the covers up over you both, kissing your forehead, and you both fall into a peaceful sleep.

#Dean Winchester #jensen ackles #dean x reader #smutty smut smut

[shuckinbeanz]

Three's a Charm

warnings/notes: NSFW, spoilers about one of the endings, spoilers about Sym's full name and species, spoilers about dys, dys is an embo it's a new word I made up for the emo himbo, just started finkin bout Dys n triplets with reader so here's some hcs and snippets. this turned into an very long simp-fest somewhere along lmao so lots of very kinky snu-snu, bits about Sym being a GodGardenfather included bc he loves kids, and tidbits ab Dys being a dad :3

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-first things first it took a bit of convincing 

-he was wary at first bc of his mom and how would he be a good dad, out for months at a time????

-but like at the same time, he understood, ya'know??? sweet lil u, always as touch starved as he is when he returns to the colony, he always feels so bad when he leaves you behind, and believe me when I say he tried to stay. it did not go well at all, he was literally teetering overhead a mental meltdown so you had to kick him out for his own mental health.

-bbs that smell like him and resemble him would soothe you and his worry about leaving you without a piece of him 🥰

-everybody thought y'all would be one of the first parents and making more after you made that deal with the gardeners, because of how clingy of a couple you two were, literally joined by your hands and how much time you two spent alone together

-y'all lmfao I don't think you know bc of his chronic wanderlust and how he's away months at a time, but my man has high libido and saying that is a literal understatement 

-he is obsessed with you, like borderline yandere but even that's pushing it

-he melts under your touch, he's so dependent on your love

-majority of the time this escalates from cuddling to mating like animals bc like I said, high libido

-when he returns from expeditions, expect to be fucked out, every night until dawn, for a freaking week at least istg 😩

- ^^^ this is why you both got contraceptive implants, like the best ones which can be removed at any time

-he can't get enough, especially if you cling to him during sex like your life depended on him. his heart, his soul, his brain, his body, everything is on overdrive bc he so badly wants to love and be loved back with every fiber of his being, only way he knows how is fucking your brains out pls 😭😭

-man is very handsy behind closed doors, always touching and groping you like it's the very first time, and if you were the same? if he could, he'd have hearts in his eyes 

-he likely knows your body better than he knows his, so expect him to tenderly overwhelm you into squirting

-first time he made you squirt, he made it his mission to go above and beyond

-praise kink go brrr--

"Thaaaat's it, beautiful. F-Fuckin'-oh, hahh--squirt f'me, pretty baby, please?"

"Sh-Show me, sugarbug. Please, baby, show me--ooh, h-how good I make you feel."

-due to his augmentation, he's literally not afraid of anything, even pain

-so fucking overstimulate him

-he lives for your touch, so have your way with him milk him dry, it's all the same to him, long as you touch him, he's so hungry for your attention to the point of self destruction

-he's a cheeky bastard so you gotta work for it at first 

-you never thought a man could squirt until you gave in and gave him what he wanted so desperately

"Fucking--just touch me, already, I can take it, oh stars--you know I can, Y/N, please!"

" 'til 'm shootin' blanks, fuckin' stars, s-s'good!"

-his tears are God tier, like chef's kiss gorgeous

-pretty onyx hues glassy n rolling to the back of his head 🥺

-you were genuinely surprised how intense his orgasm was, n how much cum came squirtin out of him and how far the shot went omg 🥵

-don't remind him, he's still embarrassed that he passed out after that poor bb😭

-any position you can think of, you are you and he wants you for as long as possible.

-despite his initial weariness of knocking you up, he goes full throttle when it's time. it's breeding season, honey.

-when you tell him, 'daddy, plant your seed~' when he's balls deep in your cunt, all train of thought comes to a crashing wailing halt. he completely loses all rhyme or reason, everything except for breeding like a goddamn jack rabbit thrown right out the fucking window. he won't let you go until it takes.

Curses pass his lips like a mantra; he's close, again. He has you caged down in a mating press like an animal, mounted on your overworked wriggling form, his cock bullying your cervix you could almost swear was starting to bruise. You've creamed and been creamed so many times, you've completely lost count. You can only squeal for his baby juice and claw at him the nth time he empties his load and uselessly kick your legs in the air as the sheer weight of his cock sends you over the edge yet again, your cock-drunk babbles only spurring him on.

Your husband was obsessed with you…and it turns out he's hidden a huge breeding kink without either of you knowing about it.

He won't let you go, oh stars, no-he has stamina for days. Not until he either starts shootin' blanks, or passes out. It's highly likely the latter.

You want that baby, right, sugarbug? Keep clinging to him like your life depends on it. Vertumna, just keep begging for his seed, it sends him over the edge every damn time. Never fuckin' fails.

-and oh boy, does it ever take. his sperm count is on the high side and he's a very healthy specimen, and you don't find this out until a few weeks along in your pregnancy

Symbiosis was incredibly taken by your pregnancy. He was a very close friend, always there to help you with your morning sickness among just about every other thing, and a huge cuddle buddy when your hormones started going out of whack. You were hot, then you were cold, both in the physical and emotional sense, and Sym was just the right temperature and ever-patient. It was cute, really, how awestruck he was by your growing belly.

He was incredibly supportive, easily sliding into the position of God-or Gardenfather, rather-of the life inside you quite perfectly, even more so after Dysthymia left a month after the news of success, succumbing to his innate wanderlust.

It wasn't until Sym asked, one day, if you were supposed to grow this fast. The colony had yet to see a pair of twins, and this being your first pregnancy, fear and worry for the worst settled into your bones, and a visit to med bay later, you found you were having not twins…

But healthy triplets, courtesy of your husband's fecundity.

Sym was excited, and that was an understatement. One of the two humans he loved dearly carried not one, not two, but three precious offspring. One of the many reasons he'd put his very existence on the line for, to see your lovely species proliferate. You and your husband proved not so long ago to him, his trust in you was not mistaken; it was well appreciated. 

It was about one week later when Dys returned, to see you as heavy as he remembers Tammy, when she was later along, and if he didn't lose track of time, you were nearing the end of your first trimester, and just moving onto your second.

You were curled up right beside Sym, completely conked out with evidence of crying on your face, tissues and snacks long abandoned in favor of much needed sleep. The alien was wide awake, hand still in the rhythm of comforting strokes along your back. 

It's juvenile of him, he knows, but Dys feels a spark of jealousy briefly ignite in him, seeing you so comfortable in someone else's arms. It's quickly overridden by wonder, however, when he sees just how pregnant you are as he approaches quietly. 

The familiar earthy musk that wafts into the room has your nose doing a bunny twitch. Your pregnancy has heightened some of your senses, if not all; your sense of smell being one of them. In your waking moments, he glances to Sym questioningly. How in Vertumna did you get this big? Was he gone that long??

In turn, the Gardener gave a cryptic smile as you outstretched your arm, drowsily latching onto your husband, almost instinctively. You knew his scent by heart. "Dyyyyys…" you croaked hoarsely. 

"Hello, beautiful." he greets you with a smile, and you only hum contentedly. Sym, out of habit, helps guide your form towards Dys-something he'd picked up from being by your side from the moment he learned you were carrying.

"Whoa, there, I just got home." he starts as you awkwardly koala hug him and attempt to bring him back down with you, "I need to shower, babe." propping himself up, mindful of your belly. You scrunch your face before sleepily crooning an "I don't caaaare…"

"Well, I do. It'll give you a moment to wake up, and when I'm done, I can tell you what happened out there after you tell me what happened here, okay?" he tells you, leaning down to plant a sweet kiss on you, which you return after a brief few moments. 

"Okay?" he repeats softly against your lips, and you hum in reply, finally letting him go with a soft, happy "Welcome home."

-when he learns he planted triplets in you, he will go through so many emotions at once. there's the masculine thrill of he's knocked up his sweet obsession so heavily and the possessive pride that you're carrying his kids, plus the worry what if something goes wrong, especially if he's away??? stars, beautiful! everything is very overwhelming, especially the fact your growing tummy does things to him

-you thought he was handsy before? you are in for a surprise, especially when he feels them move/kick/punch for the first time

-pregnancy sex

-please for the love of Vertumna don't deprive him of lovin'! getting you off is his love language

-if he wasn't fascinated with your tits before oh boy he is now

-watching your tits plump up with milk he's mesmerized

-he learns very quickly your nipples are uber sensitive so he pays very special attention to them

-when you're full and sore and leaking go to him, he's so skilled with his hands he will make you cum from your tits alone he's got a lactation kink but he won't admit it 

Your chest heaves as you pant heavily, still shivering from the aftershocks from the nipple orgasms your husband put you through, thick dribbles of milk still oozing from each one-though not as much as before, his hands having given you relief from carrying too much of the substance.

"You're so gorgeous, Y/N." you hear him praise you, as he takes your trembling legs and hoists them onto one shoulder. "Ready, beautiful? Need to give you some love here, too." he says, and a moment later you feel his heavy cock head against your pulsing entrance. 

You weakly wiggle your hips, impatient for him to fill you up already. He laughs softly, nudging against your eager hole before sliding in. You croon and he all but shudders as your gummy insides greedily pull him in; and he's happy to oblige, sinking balls deep into your pregnant cunt.

"Hhh--fuck, gimme a moment, pretty…" he huffs, his hand traveling to caress your tummy. 

-he's low-key dreading the time you pop, knowing full well how it is it's excruciating and he hates it when you're in pain outside controlled bedroom activities 

-as you're carrying the colony's first set of triplets, he's banned from med bay along with all other non-medical personal 

-anxiety

-and that's an understatement

-man will pace

-and he will get worse with every cry and wail

-paranoia 

-not even Sym can stop him when he hears the sound of your final exhausted scream followed by his third bb starting to wail with their older siblins ssob 🥺

"Let me through!" he shouts. "Dys, I don't think it's wise, man. I know how you--" "No! You don't, so don't even--" he argues with Cal defensively, grabbing his shirt. In turn, Cal's hands fly up peaceably, with a sheepish 'Now, I ain't trying to fight, dude.' which earns him a shove. "Dys, they will be okay." Sym tries to placate him.

"Don't you start, too, Sym." he meets the alien with uncharacteristic sharpness, a surge of agitation rushing through him, heart thrumming against his ribcage anxiously.

Never again. You sounded like you were in agony.

"They need me, they just gave birth to my kids, for Vertumna's sake!" he swears, pushing his way through.

No more kids, even if you wanted them. If the outcome hurts you, never again.

He was worried half to death. "I need to see if they're oh--" he opens the door, trailing off as he sees you.

Your tired, puffy red eyes lift from the triplets, one in each arm and one dozing off on your chest. You smile sweetly at him, and his pattering heart skips a beat. Calling you beautiful would be an understatement. 

Before he knows it, he's by your side, Tammy's giggles and Instance's muttering be damned. He does offer a glance to his twin. Tang simply shrugs her shoulders, nodding to you and the three you held.

The room is then emptied, leaving only him, you, and the amalgamation of your love. He kisses your sweaty temple, gazing in awe at the three wrinkly little wonders. They were smaller than he thought they'd be.

You eventually rest your eyes, smiling serenely, content with the silence. So small and fragile…he was almost afraid to touch them. Almost, but for the most part, uneasy and insecure.

He couldn't get his eyes off of them. One begins to squirm for a brief few moments, and you huff softly, looking up to him then down to the newborns, so much love in your gaze. 

Very hesitantly, he reaches out a finger to the fitful one, the other two sound asleep. The newborn latches onto his finger, turns their head with a soft grunt, and opens their eyes.

Their sweet hues were crossed, and the toothless grin that plasters into their face? It's priceless. He feels a hole in him fill right up, and tears begin to form.

What did he do to deserve such precious things? 

You've given him the greatest gifts he could ever receive, and then some.

-after he officially enters fatherhood, you will notice things change in him.

-it's gradual and these changes start off small, but they are there

-and the first one is he smiles more

-he's smitten with his triplets, always distracting himself with them when you need to sleep.

-he's in over his head at first, but with Sym's guidance from being a nanny for gaggles of kids, he soon learns the ropes

It's only been a few minutes since he's managed to put them to sleep, and he himself was especially tired. He can't help but continue watching the three infants resting on his arm, the heaviness of exhaustion becoming all the more apparent as his eyes burn for sleep. 

Sleep.

It's only been a few months since the trio was born, but he's come to realize many things. 

Each one of them, in their own ways, filled in the cracks that had formed within him throughout his life.

They, alongside you, made him feel more human. 

The moment he saw you on the medical bed holding them, he knew he was enough, just as he was. The colony wasn't a cage, but a nest-a safe place for him you've kept throughout the years, always welcoming him back with open loving arms.

The wall he built, taller and taller; it doesn't crumble into nothing. He's free to come and go, at any point. He simply chooses to stay longer. You needed him. The triplets needed him. 

The four of you always brought new discoveries, and he was eager to explore the family dynamic. 

The oldest grunts just as he's about to doze off, and he flicks on his holopalm to record from habit, onyx hues wide and wakeful, now. A few moments pass, followed by the slow stretch of tiny limbs, and…

'Da…' a soft, but unmistakable word sounds. Pure joy blooms from his heart, his free hand flying to cover his mouth. He stares at the blip that was recording him and the trio, eyes becoming damp. He slides his hand down, and whispers;

"Did you hear that, beautiful? C/N's first word…they're dreamin', baby."

-he is always prepared to document their milestones, no matter how small when he's in the colony

-know how kids usually scream for the parent who was pregnant with them?

-well

-these three scream for Daddy when they throw fits.

-it's like they have a built-in 'Dad's home!' radar, too. and this means most of their tantrums are thrown when it's time for Dys to come home. they're MENACES istg 😭

"NOOOO!!!" the most powerful set of lungs of the trio wails indignantly, Sym's placating voice drowned out into the background, the other two sobbing for their father, huddled up against their triplet.

This builds up for a few days, and they eventually break out of the creche and scamper off to the gates, demanding their dad like the people there can make him come home sooner. Once in a blue moon, he's late, and it takes a lot of work on his part to calm them down.

This usually leads to an exhausted Dysthymia completely conked out with three equally as tired kids cradled by him. And this will happen anywhere in the colony, so you always find yourself guarding their precious nap. They don't get to see each other for months at a time, after all. 🥺

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Leave It On The Runway

Fashion Model!Minghao x Fashion Model!Reader, Enemies to Lovers

A/n: I didn’t want to make Minghao a jerk in this, but it was only choice, guys, and this smut is proudly sponsored by Xu Minghao’s Hands, like seriously they are hot as hell 😫🥵.

Warnings ⚠️: Dom!Minghao, Protected Sex (Birth Control), Fingering, Oral (Male Receiving), Squirting, Dirty Talk, Hand Kink, Finger Sucking, Choking, Hickeys, Reader Going Into Subspace, Small Body Worship

Here you were sitting in your glam chair getting ready for one of the biggest fashion events of the year, New York Fashion Week, where everyone is watching you, top designers, photographers, celebrities just waiting to collaborate with you for some of their projects, but only if you do well. With being in multiple collections, you will be on the runway numerous times. You wanted to do your best, and be on the cover, so with that being said, you wanted to be a flawless bitch, but that may be stopped by someone you despised.

“Of course you need extra time to hide your ugliness.” That voice was of course accompanied by none other than Xu Minghao. He’s another model here that you never really got along with. Every time you talked to him, it was always like he had his own set of arrogance and pride in him, he thought he was the best, and you couldn’t stand that, at least you wanted to show your growth.

“It’s makeup Minghao, all of us have to wear it, including you.” You replied. “Yeah, but at least I look decent with or without it.” “Screw you!” You yelled at him. “Oh, no be careful I don’t want to risk losing the deals that I will get when I make the cover of this year’s NYFW magazine.” He comments. “What makes you so confident that you’ll be on the cover?” “Four things sweetheart, I’m charming, nice good looks, I look expensive, and I’m not you.” “You know just because you have those traits, doesn’t mean that you’ll be on the cover 99% of everyone here has those qualities, and all have a shot you know.” You told him. “So, I’m guessing that 1% is you?” He chuckled. “Just because you think you deserve it doesn’t mean any of us don’t, and besides, once these people meet your true attitude and personality, you may be blackballed, and no one would want to work with you.” “But see, that’s the thing (Y/n), I know how to act, and well I guess that’s another thing that you don’t have on your resumé, so enjoy sitting back at home while I actually further my career, oh and makeup artist, make sure you consult a plastic surgeon to do something about that.” He said as he looked you up and down before walking off.

You sighed into your seat, as your makeup artist gave you a hug. “I’m sorry that he said that to you, he can be a real jerk.” She consoled you. “Thanks, I can’t believe I actually looked up to that jerk.” You replied. In all actuality, you did look up to Minghao, when you first made modeling as your career, you wanted to meet someone who was driven with confidence, but sadly you were met with someone who was a pure ass. “It’s okay, he just needs someone to knock him down a couple of notches, and he’ll be as humble as ever.” She mentioned. She finished your makeup, and you headed over to the changing room to change into the first look of the first collection.

The stylists helped make you look effortlessly gorgeous, and you were really feeling yourself. You look around and everyone is ready for the show, you took your place in the order, and got comfortable. Sadly, you were right in front of Minghao, you didn’t want to say anything, but being the bigger person, you gave him some encouraging words. “Hey, I know you don’t like me, but whoever gets noticed, I hope we all do well, and may the best one win.” You told him. “I plan to.” He said before scoffing, making you roll your eyes.

The music began to play, and you were ready to walk. The first set of models walk out including Minghao, once he finished, he came back giving you a wink and a glare making you roll your eyes. You huffed out a huge breath before walking out, a huge glare of confidence washed over you. You walked out with attitude, the sway of your hips were mesmerizing. You acted like the flash of the cameras weren’t even there. You distinctively heard cheers and claps as you got to the end of the runway striking your final pose. “That is (Y/n) (L/n).” One of the recruiters of the magazine said.

You walk away, happy to hear the positive outcome of your walk. You walked out smiling, happy and proud of yourself. As you walked into the changing station, you were stopped by a mean Minghao approaching you.

“Congratulations, you walked out with nothing to show how terrible you did.” “Fuck off.” You said. “Hey, that’s not being a poise model.” He joked. “Yeah, and so is not telling your coworker how terrible she did.” “So you admit that you’re terrible?” “You know what Minghao, you are a-” You stopped mid sentence to see your coworker, giggling with the people asking her for another deal to model with them, even though you were happy that she won, you did feel an ounce of sadness because it could have been your one way ticket to more fame and fortune, and a decent celebratory laugh in front of Minghao.

“Anyways, everyone is going out to dinner tonight to celebrate her win, are you coming?” Minghao asked. “Why are you so worried about me?” You scoff. “Because- look, be there or don’t, I couldn’t care less I was just asking.” He replied before walking off. ‘Ugh, how could someone so hot be so rude?’

As night time fell, you were getting ready for the dinner tonight, you already took your shower, picked out your dress and heels, and began to finish up. All of a sudden, you heard a knock at the door. You went over and peeled through the eyehole to find the familiar face of Xu Minghao standing there. Slowly, you opened the door.

“(Y/n) are you ready ye-” He stopped gazing at your towel cover figure. It didn’t dawn on you that you still had your towel on until his eyes shifted towards the natural cleavage the push had given you. Crossing your arms over your body, you responded to his question.

“Does it look like I’m ready!?” “Don’t get smart, you should’ve been ready, we leave in thirty minutes!” He said. “You act like we only have two minutes left!” You exclaimed. “Because it takes you like three hours to get ready!” “Well it takes time looking this hot.” You tell him. “More like trying to get hot.” He scoffs. “Fuck off, I’ll be ready.” You said before shutting the door in his face.

Thirty minutes had finally passed and you could hear the sound of hotel doors open and close signaling that everyone was leaving. Not only was everyone going to the dinner, but the designer had arranged for all of us to ride in a limo to the restaurant. Within a second, Minghao arrived at your door knocking like a maniac waiting for you to leave. “(Y/n), everyone’s leaving why can’t you-” Minghao entire expression changed as he viewed your attire for tonight, a figure-hugging red dress with white Christian Louboutin red bottoms to go with your red glam lipstick look.

“Ah, you look great.” Minghao commented. “Oh my god! Was that a compliment from Xu Minghao?” You ask. “Yes, but don’t flatter yourself, I can appreciate art sometimes.” He shrugged. “So now I’m a piece of artwork?” You laughed. “Whatever, now come on, everyone is leaving, the limo is loading up!” He said pulling your arm towards the elevator.

You finally sat down in the limo, and everyone was finally here, the driver began to move on the road. As everyone began to talk about their lives and how much fun they were having you began to take in Minghao’s outfit. He wore a navy blue suit, his silver watch was perfectly in tone with the color and went well with his long slender fingers and large hands, you practically were salivating over him and you didn’t even realize it until he began to stare back at you.

“You know it’s rude to stare.” He said. “Why? I’m just admiring art.” You smirked causing Minghao to laugh quietly. This was always your little game with him, when you two are alone you both could yell, curse, scream, and insult each other when you wanted to, but when your around other people, you always acted in a civil way to never draw attention to the both of you. “You do clean up nice though.” You smiled. “So do you.” He replied. Soon enough you all arrived at the restaurant and everyone took their seats, everyone pretty much sat near the people they were with in the limo, so you sat next to Minghao.

As the dinner started, everyone was enjoying each other’s company, laughter erupted from the table from a few familiar and not so familiar jokes, congratulations and celebrations were made for the designer and the girl who won the contract, and there were also a few drunks who were so loud the whole restaurant could hear. You casually sipped your wine as you waited for your food until your name was called. “(Y/n), you look so gorgeous!” One of your work colleagues spoke. “Thanks love, you do too, in fact all of you all look beautiful!” You reply. “But you look smoking! Everyone knows red is the sexiest color, and you’re the only one wearing it, no wonder Minghao keeps glancing, if I were sitting there, I’d probably be falling over my seat right now.” Your other colleague said super drunk, somehow you could now feel the unwanted tension from Minghao as soon as your male colleague made that analogy. Shifting a little in his seat, you felt a large hand get placed on your thigh, and without even guessing, it was Minghao’s.

The food finally arrived and you were all starving, it was definitely tasty, and you were happy to enjoy it, the only thing that kept in touch with reality was Minghao’s hand still stuck to your thigh. He made sure to keep it in place the entire time, and continued on with conversations during the dinner. Once everyone finished, the designer paid for the entire bill making everyone satisfied.

“Okay you guys, now it’s been a pleasure talking to you all, but it’s time to go, there’s an after party in celebration of the show and it starts at eleven tonight so far it’s 8:30, and that gives us about two and a half hours to chill and let our food digest before it starts.” The designer explained. You all began to smile, after parties were always entertaining after any huge event that you went to, this is going to be an eventful night.

As everyone headed back to the limo, you all got in, still sitting next to each other, this time the ride was a little more quiet, only small conversations happened with a few of your colleagues, but everyone else was pretty chill. Some of the conversations involved if anyone was changing before the party, how good the food was, and how fun they think the party was gonna be. On the way back to the hotel, Minghao never uttered a word, you wanted to ask him about the whole hand on your thigh situation, but with the way he acts, it’s best not to begin that conversation.

Soon enough the limo arrives at the hotel and you all head to your rooms for some R&R. The biggest thing for you was to let your food digest a little bit, and change your shoes, you loved your red bottoms but six inch stilettos are sometimes a little too much. As you removed your shoes and tried to decide on which ones to wear for the party, there was a knock at your door. You opened it up and Minghao walked through pacing himself in to your surprise.

“Um come in!?” You ask more of like a question. “You’re not going to that party.” Minghao said. “What makes you think that!?” You responded. “Because I said so!” “Just because you said so doesn’t mean I have to abide to you, this entire weekend you have literally been acting like an ass this whole time, and what was with your hand so far up my thigh at dinner tonight huh!?” You exclaimed. “Look! You’re not going to this party, I just don’t want you to go!” He said stepping in closer. “And once again, I said-” You we’re cut off with Minghao kissing your lips. What surprised you was that you didn’t even pull away. You were frozen on your own two feet as his plump lips were connected to yours.

“I’m not letting anyone see you at that party looking sexy as ever unless it’s me.” He said holding your body with his hands. “M-Minghao.” You whimpered. “I know that you’ve been wanting me, let’s be honest (Y/n), why is it that I had my hand on your thigh the entire dinner, and not once did you try to even move it Hmm?” He smirked. “M-maybe because I like your hands.” You replied coming off as more as a question. “Really? What do you like about them?” “They’re big, you have long fingers, and they would look perfect on me.” You said, eyes widening at the last part. It was obvious that Minghao intimidated you perfectly and got you right where he wanted you.

“So you’re a slut for my fingers then? Do you wanna see them on your body (Y/n)? You gonna let my hands cascade over your body, make you wet, make you cum?” Minghao whispered. Causing you close your legs together, Minghao noticed the reaction. “Aww you look so cute getting flustered and wet, I wonder how much of a mess I can get you to make.” He wouldn’t have to wait longer because with all the words that came out of his mouth, your shame was finally gone. “Fuck, please take me to the bed right now Minghao!” You whined. Minghao picked you up before leaning in again and kissing you. He pushed his tongue down your throat as he carried you to the bed and placed you down gently as he hovered over you.

“Let’s get you out of this dress.” He said. He pulled down the straps before pulling it off your body, you lifted your legs up so it could finally be removed completely. Minghao smirked at your frame, he wanted to mess your perfect model body up and with the power he held over you, he just might.

“You would look so good in some hickeys, don’t you think?” He asked. “Y-yes.” You whimpered. Minghao then leaned down and began to suck on the side of your neck, the tender skin feeling his warm wet mouth create bruises onto it. Once satisfied, he moved to the down towards the collarbones and sucked two hickeys on both sides, next was your breasts making sure to suck three hickeys on the right one and four on the left one, your body jolted one you felt his plump lips around your hard left nipple as his hand massages the right one. He then moved to the right one and covered it in his saliva as well. Lastly, he moved down to your thighs opening up to view your very small thing before sucking multiple hickeys on the inside of your thighs, he teased you as his breath fanned over your pussy repeatedly making you reach for his hair immediately. Minghao finally leaned up taking in his work.

“I’m a really good artist, you look like a masterpiece.” Minghao said taking in what his mouth has done to your body. A hickey grazed your neck, then cascaded into two on each collarbone, next showed seven hickeys amongst your breasts, your nipples still glistening with his coated saliva, and finally the hickeys trailed towards the top and inside of your thighs as you held them open, your black thong making you look even more sexier.

“Make sure your makeup artist covers those for any fashion shows or photo shoots soon.” He smirked. Minghao looked at your face indicating that you were needy and needed some attention, but to be honest you literally laid down for almost fifteen minutes letting him mark you with tons of hickeys for fucks sakes. Minghao began to remove your panties, once gone, you were completely bare. Your wet pussy finally exposed to Minghao. He licked his lips as he saw your body fully nude, his bulge in his pants clearly showed that he enjoyed seeing you this way.

“Do want me to stuff you with my fingers?” He asked his palm now placed against your heat. You nodded your head looking at him with innocent eyes. “Use your words (Y/n).” He said sternly. “Yes, I want your fingers inside please.” You whined. Minghao slowly rubbed your clit with his thumb before he inserted his index finger into you. His long slender finger was enough to have you moaning, he wasn’t lying when he said you were a slut for his hands, they were perfect.

He moved his finger in and out slowly as his thumb continued to rub circles around your clit. You whimpered his name as he picked up his pace before inserting a second finger into you. “Minghao.” “Hmm? Do you like my fingers inside your tight pussy?” He asked. “Y-yes. More please.” You said. Minghao smirked as he added a third finger stretching you out. He began to finger you faster, the action making you moan loudly, with the power of his fingers thrusting into you, your body began to move at the fast actions. His fingertips started to graze your g-spot, his thumb never removing itself from your clit as the circles got harsher. Minghao began to move his fingers in a come hither motion causing you gasp. Curling his fingers, you could finally feel his fingers completely hitting your g-spot.

“Ahh, Hao!” You moaned. Minghao leaned down taking your nipple into his mouth as his fingers did all of the work. Your juices were dripping onto the bed as his fingers were going faster than before, so fast that you could feel the cold silver of his watch repeatedly hitting the inside of your thigh. You clenched down on Minghao’s fingers as you drew closer to your orgasm.

“Hao, I’m close.” You moaned. “Yeah, I know, cum for me.” He whispered after he detached his mouth from your nipple. You looked at how hot he looked, his blue suit still on, watch shining, and the way he was so focused on making you cum was just enough to throw you over the edge. “Minghao!” You screamed. Your body jolted before it began to shake in pleasure, you cried out at how intense the orgasm was. Minghao fingers never stopped as you rode out your high. His thumb spelling his name into your clit slowly as you calmed down, body going into small jerks over the action. You began to look down at his fingers as he removed them from you, but that’s not all that you saw. Minghao stood there with his eyes widened, his suit partially wet along with the inside of your thighs and the sheets on the end of the bed, you had squirted.

“I didn’t know my fingers had this much effect on you.” He giggled still in shock. “Well, like you said, I’m a slut for your hands remember? I’m sorry about your suit.” You replied. “Ahh, I don’t care, but I think Armani would.” He chuckled. You leaned up before giving him a kiss to his lips and started to remove his suit. Starting with the jacket, next his tie, then you untucked and unbuttoned his shirt before removing it showing his lean and toned body, and finally going to his pants gazing at the huge bulge that stared you in the face.

You slowly unbuttoned his pants showing his underwear with his bulge pressed against the material. You licked your lips before palming his member slowly making him groan. You then pulled down his underwear as his dick spring up in front of you. His cock was so long and nice, you thought he would feel perfect inside of you. Not wasting any time, you began to take his member into your hands before pumping it up and down, before licking his tip, spreading some of his pre-cum around. Minghao’s hand went towards your hair holding it up before you finally put his member into your mouth.

“So good (Y/n).” He moaned as you moved your mouth up and down his cock, you couldn’t put much of him into your mouth due to his length, but what couldn’t fit would be wrapped in your hand. You looked up at Minghao, eyes closed, head thrown back as you sucked him off. He wasn’t much of a moaner, but his small pants and groans that went towards your ears was definitely enough to know that he was enjoying it.

“(Y/n) you’re doing so well.” Minghao groaned. You hallowed out your cheeks as you tried to take more of him into your mouth, going down about three quarters of the way before going back up, slightly gagging a little bit. Your tongue started to lick the small vein on the underside of his cock, making him thrust into your hand and mouth slightly gagging a little bit. Minghao’s moans began to get louder as his cock twitched in your mouth signaling that he was really close. You removed your mouth from his cock and began to suck only on the sensitive tip which had Minghao gripping your hair harder as he moaned out.

“Ah, (Y/n) I’m gonna cum!” Minghao moaned as you sucked his tip harsher, hand moving up and down at a good pace. Minghao finally threw himself over the edge as he began to thrust into your hand, your mouth never leaving his tip as he shouted hot spurts of cum down your throat, your eyes never leaving his facial expressions as he began to calm down from the intense orgasm. You slowed down your hand before removing it and your mouth from his now sensitive dick. You threw yourself back onto the bed, head on the pillows as you waited for Minghao to regain himself mentally and physically. He finally crawled up towards you planting a small kiss to your lips looking you in the eyes with desperation.

“Please fuck me.” You pleaded. Minghao nodded, eyes never leaving yours. “Do we need a condom?” He asked. “No, I’m on the pill.” You replied, making Minghao smile. He positioned himself at your entrance, eyes staring down at your entrance waiting to take him in. Finally, he pushed into you making both of you gasp out.

“Fuck!” You whined as you felt his length push in all the way to his pelvic bone. He let you adjust for a few minutes before thrusting in slow and soft. As you nodded your head signaling him that it was okay to move faster, Minghao showed no mercy before pulling his cock almost all the way out before thrusting back in harshly.

“Fuck!” You moaned. “I’m doing that right now (Y/n).” He snickered. His hands cascaded over your body as you began to wrap your legs around his waist as he moved faster. You felt so good, and as much as you hated to admit it, he may actually be one of the best dicks you’ve had, his thrusts were powerful and it may be due to the overwhelming fact that he always power in walks when he does runway, or because he used to be a dancer, or both.

Minghao thrusted into perfectly, his hands finding comfort resting on your waist as he fucked you into oblivion. He leaned down taking one of your nipples into his mouth, teasing and distracting you for something that you didn’t even think would happen. His fingers began to trail up from your waist and moved towards your bottom lip teasingly pulling it down before you took two of his long fingers into your mouth. The feel of his nice fingers made you clench so hard on Minghao’s length, he moaned loudly against your nipple, he retracted from it before taking a look at your stance.

“Look at you, you look like a slut sucking on my fingers, you’re clenching so hard right now.” He said. Your tongue moved around his fingers, toying with them as you got wetter by the second, squelching sounds came out of you as Minghao thrusted harder and faster. As he grew closer to his orgasm, he picked up your leg and threw it over his shoulder, hitting your pussy at a new and deeper angle, by now your eyes rolled back and you began to moan like a Pornstar, your mind had no control over your body or moans, literally going into subspace.

“God Yes, Hao! Right There!” You screamed around his fingers. His dick hitting your g-spot repeatedly as his cock started to twitch, Minghao wanted you to cum with him as well, so he pulled some of his tricks to bring you closer, he pinched your nipples, rubbed your clit, as well as even pulling back in and thrusting harder, but if he knew you there was one thing that could always have you tipping over the edge in an instant due to one small conversation he overheard you and one of your coworkers talking about as he walked by the dressing room one day, and that was that you loved to be choked.

As he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, he swiftly moved his semi wet hand towards your gripping it promptly as his thumb and fingertips pressed down on the sides of your neck minimizing your airways, and who knew that Minghao was right. As soon as he did that, your eyes rolled back, back arched, and you let out the loudest and most pornographic moan that you could as your pussy clenched down on his cock and you transcended into your intense orgasm. Minghao loved seeing your body spazz out because of him, and with the way your body reacted, Minghao had no choice but to cum with you, releasing inside you and coating your walls with his white cum. His moans began to quiet down as did yours before he removed himself and laid next to you on the large bed.

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” You pant. “I think so too, maybe we should hate and fuck each other more often.” He chuckled. “Well, I think you and I both know we really don’t hate each other, I just think we’re both hella competitive and let our emotions get the best of us.” You replied. “You’re right. Maybe we should try this, I mean I like you, and I hope you like me, so do you think we should try to date?” He asked. “Of course I like you, and yeah maybe us dating wouldn’t be such a bad thing, we may like it.” You said. Minghao then moved your jaw to kiss his lips one more time, his hand grazing your waist until you heard a knock at the door.

“Okay so a few things… 1.) We heard you two in there having sex, 2.) The party bus is leaving in five minutes, and 3.) I knew this was gonna happen, so uh are you guys coming or no?” One of your friends said outside of the door. You looked over to Minghao as he shook his no harshly. “Us, no we’re not, we’re gonna stay here, but you go and have fun!” You yelled to her outside. “Okay, and by the way, we all knew this would happen, you and Minghao enjoy, and be safe!” She said some of your other friends laughing from the outside as well.

“Okay, so no party, now what?” You asked. Minghao smirked before flipping you over and giving your ass a slap making you gasp. You laid on your stomach as your ass looked juicy as ever in front of Minghao. “I think we could have a few more rounds while they’re gone, so how about I fuck you and have you moan my name a few more times?” “I think that sounds perfect.” You smirked. Before you both began your long night of pleasure and moans.

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[acey-wacey]

Seeing you with bed hair

A/n: this is directed mostly towards people with straight hair because I don't know how to write about curly bed hair since I have straight hair and don't want to offend anyone in the process. If you would like to see a post about curly hair, then please send me an ask including specific details. Enjoy!

Iida

- It's on a break day when you don't have school.

- Since you get the day off, you decided to sleep in late.

- It's about 11 AM when you get out if bed.

- You scroll through TikTok for a couple minutes before realizing how hungry you are.

- You throw on a cotton robe and stumble to the dorm kitchen.

- As you pour yourself a heaping bowl of cereal, Iida comes through the door, still sweating from his morning workout 🥵.

- And you're totally didn't choke on your cereal when he wiped his forehead with his shirt.

- "Hey Y/N, are you okay?" Iida asks you, mildly panicked at your sudden outburst.

- All you can manage is a weak thumbs up at you chug a glass of water to stay your thirstiness.

- Now that you aren't dying, Iida has the chance to notice your frizzy, tangled hair.

- Bed hair isn't supposed to be attractive but your messy nest only made his heart beat faster.

- After a couple seconds you notice him staring and wave your hand in front of his face.

- He immediately snaps back to reality and clears his throat.

- "What is it? Why were you looking at me like that?" you ask innocently.

- He immediately flusters and starts waving his hands in the Iida Way™.

- "Pardon me for saying so, but your hair is messed up. You should consider combing it before presenting yourself in public places"

- He's practically yelling this in a feeble attempt tot draw attention away from his blush.

- You pout before pulling out your phone to look in your front camera.

- You run your fingers through your hair a couple times and give Iida a sheepish grin.

- "Yeah, sorry! I didn't realize how dumb I looked when I got out of bed," you chuckle.

- He is confused at this because your messy hair and sleepy eyes only made him fall for you more.

- "Y/N, you must be assured that you do not look at all foolish! I intended to suggest that you always look your best. Indeed, you look very lovely today!"

- You giggle, a little confused but flattered for the sincere compliment.

- "Thank you, Iida. I really should go get dressed though"

- Iida nods assuredly as you turn back to your room and speeds around the school, hoping that running will at least give him an excuse to be so flushed.

Todoroki

- You get a minor injury while training which is enough to go to the nurse with the new protection policy.

- Since it's just a small scratch and Recovery Go fixed it pretty fast, you just took a nap in the nurse's office.

- You already texted your friends (the dekusquad) to tell them your alright.

- You figure they'll just go to their next class without you and you'll meet them at lunch.

- You were wrong 😀.

- Todoroki got your message after training, but he still can't help worrying about you.

- He makes his way to Recovery Girl's office to check up on you and/or escort you to the next class.

- He didn't know what he expected when he walked into the office but he never expected to find you curled up on a crinkly plastic sheet with your eyes relaxed and your hair matted.

- He is caught off guard by how peaceful you look and he can't help but curve his lips upwards ever so slightly.

- He walks to right over you and whispers your name, trying to wake you but not really wanting to.

- When you don't wake up, he sits down in a seat next to your bed.

- He is perfectly contented to just stare at your cute resting face.

-Your messy hair droops into your face and Todoroki's first instinct is to brush it away.

- He brushes your hair behind your ear and gently caresses your face.

- You look so cute he doesn't want to let go of you.

- The gentle touch is enough to wake you from your peaceful sleep.

- You wake up to Todoroki cradling your face and begin to wonder if you actually woke up at all.

- Upon seeing your eyes open, Todoroki clears his throat and pulls his hand back.

- 'Your hair fell in your face" is all he offers as he averts his eyes from your curious gaze.

- You giggle at his expression.

- "You're adorable, Todo," you muse sleepily.

- You assume he remains unbothered by your flirting because his face remains as stoic as ever.

- Internally, he is dying.

- The cuteness of your messy bed-head plus you calling him adorable was to much for his little half-frozen heart to handle.

- "Good to see your doing better, good bye," he sputtered and sped out the door to his next class.

- You are a little confused but can't help chuckling wistfully at the red and white boy who stole your heart.

Midoriya

- Instead of actually doing class that day, Mr. Aizawa decided to give you a worksheet and take a nap for the rest of the day.

- The "worksheet" was a kids word search with hero terms.

- All of class 1-a finished in 5 minutes except Mineta who got stuck on "human decency".

- Everyone went off to do their own thing for the rest of class.

- Mina and Denki are watching tiktoks with headphones in.

- Kirishima is desperately trying to make Bakugou smile.

- The Dekusquad is playing a nondescript card game where no one really knows the rules.

- And you're really tired so you put in earbuds playing soft love songs (what I'm listening to rn) and take a nap on your desk.

- After a few minutes of Uraraka arguing with (or rather at) Todoroki about who won, Midoriya looks around the classroom for something else to do.

- His gaze eventually falls on you, with your hair tousled over your face.

- He subconsciously begins to daydream about waking up in the morning to your sleepy face and messy hair.

- He gets lost in a tangent in his head and his blush only grows.

- Upon realizing what he was thinking about, he slaps his face and blinks back to real life.

- His subconscious muttering was enough to wake you from your light sleep.

- The first thing you see when you open your eyes in Midoriya looking at you adoringly.

- You smile lightly at the cute boy.

- "Hey Midoriya," you whisper.

- He sqeaks as all his previous thoughts come flooding back to him.

- You know how he acts around Uraraka in the show? Yeah, that's what he's like now.

- As he stumbles for words, the bell rings and you pick up your bag to go to your next class.

- He grabs you arm just before you leave and you see his massive blush.

- "Uh, your hair..."

- You comb your fingers through your hair and realize how messy it is.

- "Haha, yeah it's really messy right now."

- "It's, uh, you're really, um, cute," Midoriya manages to stutter out.

- You chuckle and brush your hair behind your ear.

- "Thanks, Izuku. You're really cute too."

- His face is never going back to normal.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #iida #tenya iida #iida x reader #tenya iida x reader #todoroki #todoroki shoto #todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader

[littleloric]

hello, my dear, it's your Secret Santa sliding into your inbox again

First-- I saw that post about not writing anytime soon, and I shall not pry, but sending good vibes and writing energy your way. <3

Secondly! I think I have a direction of where I want to go. You and I are the same in desiring Archeron sisters content, I think. I believe there's something to sink my teeth into there, with big family vibes and stressful hectic holiday arguments and slow understandings that are years in the making.

A couple of questions! Do you have any no-no's on ratings (I can't imagine doing anything E-rated, so no need to worry about that)? AU or canon? If AU, anything you want to stay away from (I, myself, am adverse to high school and university AUs)? And finally-- what are some of your favorite fics? (if you got some AO3 bookmarks i can check those out, but also, please do take this as an opportunity to go off)

I'll likely pop in with more questions! Sending love, good vibes, and holiday cheer your way :)

HI SANTA!!

lol thank you for the good vibes, I am really just both over it and also looking for excuses to not start writing again oops

Ayyy I'm glad we're getting the same vibe! You are 1000000% speaking my language - idk, maybe it's just my experience with my family but to me families are loud and can get in fights or not like each other completely but they still love each other because they're family and it's as simple as that and I LOVE seeing that reflected in fics cuz it makes me feel at home lol

For the questions!

1. No no-no's on ratings for me! I'll read just about anything

2. Typically I don't have a preference between AU or canon, I'll read both as they come across and I can't get enough - I feel like maybe in this case with a Holiday focus that AU could be more fun though?

2.2. hmmm I'm not a big abo or gender swap fan but I doubt that would be the direction you're looking at anyway lol. I think I have also gotten my fill of assassin/mafia fics recently (everything I've seen is great! Just trying to be more specific because I have problems doing that) but honestly I'm such a slut for tropes and AUs that everything excites me. Not AU-wise, but in general I don't really like fics that demonize the IC and/or Nesta & gang because in this house no one is perfect and we love and support all of them

3. OOOOH BOI do I have some favorite fics

Sympathy of the Devil by saphie3243 - when I say that this is my favorite fic of all time and I've reread it at least two if not three (and now again) times, I am not exaggerating. The exploration of Nesta's character during the canon events of ACOTAR, and then the divergence and divergence from ACOSF that we see in Hands That Thieve??? The world-building??? Yes Nesta is a Witch and that means something??? This fic is simply canon and I will continue to spew praises for it until I die

Let Me Be Your Home by perseusannabeth - LORDY this fic makes me feel so many feelings like idk what even to say but regency Nessian will be the death of me

Metanoia by sirendeepity - UGH I love reading Nesta and Rhys actually sitting down and having conversations?? and talking through shit?? learning they both do have trauma?? not become besties for the resties but growing a mutual respect??

And an honorable shoutout to I Remember You which is gone now but I still think and dream of this alternate way that Feyre/Rhys could have worked out because DAMN do I really wish that it was canon and also No Dawn, No Day because 🥵 Liz was my Feysand drug dealer

Other favorites in A Favor, Assentio Mentium, Bitter Blood, Eat or Bed, Fears All the Way Down, Hanukkah Grinch, Like Pristine Glass, okay I guess I should say anything by ladynestaarcheron, Marked, Should I stay or Should I go, and I Will Love You Without a Single String Attached. I do have a few bookmarks on my ao3 (which is also littleloric) but I'm horrible at updating/organizing that and my subscriptions... which maybe I should go through and do one day but who knows

I look forward to more questions!! Honestly I've been bad at making friends in the fandom so feel free to spam me with whatever you want :) hope your holiday season is going well!!!!

#secret santa #acotar gift exchange 2021

[shuckinbeanz]

Older!Zenitsu Agatsuma HCs (150+ Followers Special!~)

warnings/notes: some Older!au hcs(and me being thirsty) about how i picture Zenny to be <3 there's no spoilers in here, but this assumes you know at least the minimum ab him. this includes (a few of, he may or may not have more 👀) his kinks, which are praise, impreg(breeding) & preg(preggers s/o does things to him), as well as consensual somno and a lil somethin' consensual somno-spicy. 🥴 as usual this is nsfw, so minors dni or imma 👏 virtual 👏 smacc 👏 u 👏

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

part 1 of a 3-part 150+ followers special

older!zenzen beneath the cut <3

-I hc older Zenitsu as a hella lot more mature, having to build himself a facade over the years of his career.

-he is v bubbly tho

-lowkey...um...er...no spoilers in this au! but yea his confidence is obliterated HIS FACADE IS A FRONT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND THOSE INBETWEEN

-so give this poor man some lurb and compliment him over the moon and back!!1!1

-100% D(ude)ILF material

-appearance and voice

-he's 5'5 like Tanjiro was when he was younger(lets be realistic ya'll boys tend to stop growing in height at 16 maybe a lil more after😂)

-i think he's the type to keep his hair short. he grooms himself! shaves the face stubble(blonde bb looks hawt with it tho…) and keeps the pubes neat, not too short where it will rash

-YES the carpet matches the drapes! hes an electrocutie ffs

-i can totes imagine his body hair a couple of tones darker than the hair on his head

-his voice is definitely deeper than when he was 16. his voice is warm, and his laugh is as equally as warm with a husky undertone. and his morning voice? consider my panties drop'd.

-his thang 😩

-hes a little longer than average, maybe 7.5 inches?

-hes got a few bulging veins at the base of his cock

-theres a pleasant bulge on the underside of it

-and it tilts upwards and to the right a lil bit 😩

-his balls are biggish but can be held in the palm of your hand

-they have a few sensitive bulging veins so play with them 😩

-he has a relatively short refractory period

-(some of? 👀) his kinks 😩

-PRAISE KINK, HALLELUJAH!

-just fucking praise him! all the fucking over! nothing will fluster him quicker than praise! and compliments! just don't overdo it and make it sound fake

-fucking tell him he's strong and God 😩 you love it when he puts you in a mating press and rails you 🥴

-compliment his PRETTY MOANS and THROATY GRUNTS

-tell him HOW SEXY his blissed out face is when he cums for the nth time 🥵

-OVERSTIMULATION

-man can't get enough of the pain and the pleasure

-it literally DRIVES HIM NUTS

-which bleeds into his

-IMPREGNATION AND PREGNANCY KINKS

-what can I say?!!? MAN WANTS KIDS 💞

-as many kids as you will let him have!

-he will literally worship you and the ground you walk on!

-man will 120% be at your EVERY FUCKING BECK AND CALL during pregnancy(ies) every minute he's home from work!

-no MATTER how weird it gets!

-to be able to see your belly grow with his kid(s) is his life's happiness! (it does THINGS.... to him)

-and if you decide to have more than one

-HE DOES THIS FOR EVERY CHILD and he won't stop! 😭

-cuz you're his freaking angel sent from heaven, and he is completely and PERMANENTLY whipped!

-CONSENSUAL Somnophilia

-okay so man has this thing for being fucked

-AND A TENDANCY FOR FUCKING(ill speak ab this in a bit)

-in his sleep

-man is akin to a breeding sex machine 🥵

-high blood pressure means he always has morning wood

-as this is a consent blog yall have consented to this beforehand!

-give him a morning handjob, you'll soon find him fucking your fist

-or engulf him in your wet gooey heat

-his hands wander and grope firmly

-or flick your tongue on his slit he'll release the most beautiful sounds

-mans shuddering moans and soft whimpers are 👁👄👁👌

-but beware, sleeping Zenitsu has a mind of his own 🥵

I'll graciously leave the rest to your imagination until part three. 👀

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