#like hello! i love you! take my fucking pebbles!

[super-marvel-dc]

Bucky, holding a rock: Y/N just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock."

Thor: If you don't marry them, I will.

#bro y'all should give your significant other pebbles because male penguins give the female penguins pebbles to woo them #I'm gonna be a penguin #I wanna date someone and give them pebbles until they figure it out #like hello! i love you! take my fucking pebbles! #eat pebbles bitch! #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #the winter soldier x reader #thor odison #thor #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fushiguro toji x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! toxic relationship. power imbalance. dubcon (changes your mind abt cumming inside last minute). petnames pretty, princess, and my girl used. toji calls himself daddy once. unprotected sex. WORD COUNT: 1.7K

Toji comes home late but he does this more often than not. You used to wait up for him but now you know better. You think, one of these days you’ll cut ties with the leech but you haven’t kicked all feelings for the man to the curb just yet. Maybe once you do that, you can do the same for his sorry ass.

Toji knows you feel this way. He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. He figures things will keep blowing over so long as he has you under his thumb and if worse comes to worst, a little companionship is nothing some money can’t solve.

His footsteps rouse you from your slumber and you stretch like a cat waking up from a daydream, only to curl back up even though you know you won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. Not when Toji comes home.

He isn’t light on his feet, boots clattering on the ground when he’s tossed them aside. He walks into your bedroom knowing you’re awake, despite shrouding yourself in shadows and blankets. He knows your routine (our routine he’s purred in your ears before) and figures you won’t mind if he rips the bedsheets right off of you and starts his own nighttime ritual.

“Toji…” Your grumbles laced with sleep and annoyance, you bop him with a pillow. “Jus’ go to bed.” You blindly try to reach for your blankets only to gasp in surprise when Toji’s big, big hand grips your wrist and pins it to the mattress. “At least say hello.” You grunt, nose pressed to your pillow.

He snickers and you don’t have to see it to know he has that stupid smirk donned on. 

“Don’t be cranky, princess. Besides…” His free hand wrinkles the bottom hemline of your sleep shirt, ripping it up to your collarbone and whistling at the sight: no panties and no bra just how he likes it, “You were waitin’ for me.” 

He’s not wrong.

Because as much as you loathe the man, he’s still an addiction you haven’t weaned yourself off of yet. 

You’re quiet. You’re still. You’re his.

“Turn the light on, pretty. Need to see your face when I cum inside that pussy. Still all for me?” 

Oh. It’s all so clear now. Why you keep letting him back in, why you let his hands defile you, why you let him sweet talk you over and over again…

Because he’s fucking good at it.

The moment you turn the light on, it’s over. There is no protesting. There are no spat words or deliberate curses. He makes sure of that, climbing over your body in an instant and you make ample space for him by spreading your legs in silent acceptance. You let him kiss you, let his tongue invade your mouth while his gruff hands toy with your breasts. He’s rough, more so than usual– bad night, you guess. But you love it, you tell him as much when you whine, moans starting in your mouth and ending in his. He takes it all, takes every lick of affection you can give him because if Toji is anything, it’s greedy.

His hands travel south, hooking onto your hips and dragging you close. In a single movement, your bare cunt is flush against his clothed pelvis and you whimper at the sharp, sudden friction and the unfairness of it all. “In a bit,” He grumbles over your spit-glossed lips, as if he can read your mind, “Wanna taste those gorgeous tits of yours first.” 

His back curves somewhat awkwardly, he’s much too big for this, much too big for you, but he latches onto your nipple, licking and nipping as he pleases while the other hand busies itself with pinching and tugging. You like it. You almost wish you didn’t. Your toes curl and you buck, whining over how it’s bunched up fabric running through your glistening folds instead of his naked cock. “Toji– please,” You choke, hands lost in his hair and pulling just as hard, “At least let me feel.”

His lips leave your pebbled nipple with a pop and a laugh, “Feel what? Thought you wanted to sleep.” He’s back at it though, swirling his tongue around your other perky bud with plenty of saliva and spit to leave your skin glittering. “Change your mind all of a sudden?” 

You know he’s teasing you, wants to get a rise out of you because Toji just loves a brat to tame. 

So you give him what he wants, hands desperately clamoring for his waist only to land shy of touching his body because of the position you’re in. He snorts, hot air billowing over your breast and the contrast from the exhale to spit makes your spine arch. “You can do better than that.” He’s vile when he speaks, now in the mood to irritate you to hell and back just so he can pound the brat out of you. He continues his ministrations on your tits, though one hand decides to travel south and cup your mound. You drench his fingers in no time at all, your hole all but ready for him as he plunges not one, but two fingers right off the bat inside you. Pumping until you cry:

“P-Please – haah – just fuck me already.”

He gives your nipple one last tug, right between his teeth to feel you strain and cry for him and when you do, he smiles right over your sensitive little button. “Alright.” You think he’ll make a move just then but instead, your cheeks are squished, caged by his dirtied thumb and other four fingers so your lips plump up into a pitiful pout. “Then you’re gonna ask nicely.” You smell yourself in his fingers.

Your eyes meet his and they are pitch black. It makes your lungs still, your eyes red hot with tears, but your cunt wet. “P-Please, please, please,” You manage with your cheeks already growing sore from his grip, “P-Please fuck me, Toji– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry!” 

“That’s my girl. Now get on your stomach for Daddy.”

You do as you’re told, a little too fast for your own liking; it shows your desperation, a card you try to hold close to your chest but Toji can always call your bluff. You’re starting to think you’re not good at all at pretending.

You hear him start to disrobe, know he’s back when the expanse of his hands are spreading the globes of your ass. He’s caging you in with his knees docked outside of yours, sees your cunt all wet and shiny and that’s enough for him. He can admire your– no, his pussy another time. 

“Lift your hips.” He instructs and when you do, you’re teased by the fat head of his cock at your entrance, making your heart race and your stomach flip. He leans in and the stretch– it’s always there at first, searing and tingling, no matter how many times he’s plunged himself inside you down to the base. You squeal face first into your pillow, shoulders tensing as you feel his overwhelming girth prod and poke.

And then… He’s in.

“Fuck, princess– feel so good.” A baritone groan comes rumbling from his throat.

And you feel so full, up to your chest and you can’t breathe. You shudder under his weight, under his own groaning as your tight walls hug his aching member. He lowers himself further and knowing that you’re only going to squirm more, nips that shit right in the bud by grabbing at the fullness of your ass and mounting you with little care about how you feel about it. 

All you can do is follow along, you aren’t given much of a choice and there’s no moving for you, not in this position and not with the way he’s holding you. He’s physically using you as leverage, digging nails into your bottom as he humps into you so hard and so fast, his fat and full balls are smacking into you and filling the room with loud pap-pap-paps. 

Your hands mimic his, only you’re gripping fistfuls of your cast aside comforter as Toji mercilessly rocks you into your own bed. The bedframe thuds against the wall and your neighbors are certain to complain but that’s okay. Toji’s not going to be around for that.

He’s slamming into you, you can feel the ridge of his cock inside you grinding along the mattress as you take, take, take all that he’s giving you. You let your senses dull, allowing yourself to only feel the pain, the pleasure of Toji’s fat cock mercilessly fucking you and your cunt to submission.

“S-Shit, squeezin’ me so much I might just cum inside.” He taunts and you whine, your pleads for him not to disappearing into your pillowcase but make no mistake. He hears you.

He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it.

The force of his full length inside you makes your head dizzy and your vision blurry. His cock throbs inside you, against your walls and when the tip hits you just right, you mewl and cry for him, “Okay, okay, y-yes– cum inside, cum inside please, Toji!”

Just like he wanted.

“Alright, but remember,” His mouth is at your ear now, teeth coming out to play when he bites at your earlobe before murmuring, “You asked for it.”

You nod into the pillow, babbling for Toji until you’re drooling, aching for a kiss that will never come because Toji loses himself inside you just then, pounding into you so hard and fast just to see the plump of your ass ripple and clap for him. His cock fully sheathed in your heat, it’s easy for him to spill every drop of cum inside you– allllll the way to your cervix. 

He continues to thrust, as if to make sure every dribble of his load sticks, until he’s soft. Until he’s done.

He leaves you and you stop paying attention to his footsteps because when you get up from the bed, all you can fixate on are the wet patches left all over your linens. Splotches of tears left on your pillowcase. Blobs of cum already leaving a cloudy stain on your sheets. 

“Hey,” Toji calls from the doorway, wrangling you away from any decisions that would have come from the post-coitus clarity, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

You know this is what he does. You know he’s not going to change.

But you take his hand anyway.

#toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for toji. ꒱

[hyunsvngs]

JUNO BABY LOVE. i see your "losing your virginity to skz" AND I NEED YOUR 🧅 ON THE BOYS. I seen you made han and jeongins virgins as well🥴

But what are the boys like if THEY lose it to YOU. The concept is so🤤.

I am the shrek to your 🧅's babe

hello. sorry this has been rotting in my inbox but also creds to miss ems aka @cbini aka my wife bc we had an in depth discord conversation deciding what this would be like

jeongin & jisung are here!!

chan: virgin big dick chan. virgin big dick chan who's so freaking excited to finally lose his virginity!! he's always so busy and so stressed that he has become well acquainted with his hand, and now he has this insanely pretty girlfriend. you've told him you're ready when he's ready, that there's no rush, you can take it slow.

chan decides fuck taking it slow when you're laying on his bed, sexy body illuminated in purple from his led lights and your pussy glistening even in the low lighting that he's set. he's only kissed you, but now you've got him wondering - do you get this wet every time you kiss? have you been teasing yourself just to make sure he's ready? the thought has him hardening even further in his boxer briefs, and he finally yanks them down, heavy cock hanging thick between toned thighs. you giggle, eyes focusing between his legs.

"oh, channie. you're big," you coo, hand wrapping around his shaft. the tight ring you form makes him groan, his plush lips parting as he just lets you. "is that good? my pussy's tighter, y'know."

"don't," chan gasps, his hips canting into your hand. you smile again, hand speeding up on his cock. "don't- don't tell me that, jesus christ. i need- please, can i? god, you're fuckin' insane-"

you let your hand fall from his cock, dainty and soft. your hands are so soft that his mind feels fuzzy from the few movements you gave him. you move upwards on your forearms, tits jiggling on your chest. chan wants to press his face in between them even if he can't breathe.

it's when you move your legs, feet planted either side of your hips and pussy fully exposed to him that he finally springs into action. "can i? can i, can i? baby, i'm really fuckin' hard, i need to- need to finally feel it. finally."

"of course, channie," you murmur, pulling him in by his broad shoulders. the movement has his chest pressing against yours, toned chest against your sensitive pebbled nipples and you sigh in bliss. chan looks like he's about to die, eyes blown wide and heavy pants falling from his lips. his cockhead is right against your hole, not quite breaching but very present. "d'ya wanna push in now? i'm wet enough."

chan nods, huffing, and then he's pushing in. his cockhead is thick, flared mushroom head pressing past the tightness of your hole and he gasps with the feeling around his cock. it makes him jolt, thighs clenching and unclenching on top of you, and before he can process it, he's moving. his hips are fluid against yours from years of dance practice, and you see his eyes roll back into his head.

you simper with the feeling, his cock massive and weighty inside of you. it feels so good, but - you count one, two, three full thrusts, and then his hips stop moving. his fingertips dig into your waist, and he's gasping before letting out a deep groan, eyes fluttering shut. oh.

"baby, did you cum?" you smile, running your hands through his messy hair. he huffs in disapproval, head drooping to rub his nose against the crook of your neck. "awh, that's okay, baby. we can do it again later, yeah? did you have fun?"

he hums, scratching the back of his neck. you can feel how bad his cheeks are blushing on your skin. "i am so fucking embarrassed."

(he's still thinking about it five years later when you're married with kids by the way!! he rocks your world every night at that point, but he still scratches his neck and blushes awkwardly everytime he thinks about filling you up so quickly.)

minho: he always kisses you so passionately. he's fucking insane, you realise, this virgin boy who should be blushing and embarrassed from the way his hips grind sinuously into your throbbing core. he should be nervous, but he smirks down at you with his eyes half-lidded every single time you whimper for him.

"is that good?" he murmurs, and you can hear his voice dripping in faux sympathy. "let me fuck you, then. it'll feel better, yeah?"

the gusset of your panties is positively dripping, no doubt marking minho's tight, too-expensive boxers with your slick. you whine, canting your hips up against him. he's hard. he's hard, and you can feel it - thick, long, everything you could've ever wanted. you just don't want to rush him.

you're babbling before you can even stop it, as if he doesn't have you naked from the waist up in his bed. with the boys in the other room, nonetheless. "minho, minho, are you sure? i-"

"let me get my cock in you, pretty," he leans down, bunny teeth nipping your ear. "i think i have a natural talent, y'know. all that dancing, i think i can fuck you just right even though i've never done it. what do you think?"

he punctuates his words with another few thrusts into your core, and you gasp, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. he's shirtless too, planes of milky skin stretched tight across dancer's muscles. he's so yummy. "i want it," you whine, nodding. "i want it, i want it. are you ready? are you?"

you find out that yes, he really is ready, especially when he strips you both of your underwear and finally, finally pushes inside. it pisses you off that he doesn't even react, fully calm and collected despite you writhing and squirming beneath him. he really does have a natural talent, you decide. the slide is so smooth, your pussy so slick and consistently gushing around his cock.

"so wet for me," he mumbles, one thumb coming to rub over your clit. it makes you whimper, eyes watering at the overstimulation. his resolve is faltering, you realise, his eyes struggling to stay open and his teeth biting into his plush lower lip. "i need you to cum, kitty. need you to cum for me, okay? i can't hold on much longer, you're- kitty cat, remember it's my first time, 'kay?"

"so confident before," you huff, but you let him bring you to the edge anyway. he giggles, biting your earlobe again.

"that's before you got so fuckin' wet for me, minx. c'mon, feel my cock and cum."

changbin: definitely climbs through your window trying to be all sexy and mysterious at like 2am. he woke up with a start, and then decided that tonight he was going to fuck you. or try to, at least. he knew you'd had sex before him, knew you were waiting for him to be ready, and coming through your window just seemed like a great fucking idea at the start.

he rolled through onto the windowsill and landed on the floor with a thud. he only looks at you, where you're still awake and shoving crisps into your mouth except now staring at him with wide eyes. he puts a hand on his hip, quirking an eyebrow. "was that sexy?"

"no," you answer honestly. "you want some crisps?" changbin nods and clambers onto your bed, but it's only after a few mouthfuls does he propose the idea to you.

he wants you on top, he says, letting you decide the pace. "you can jump off when i'm gonna cum, y'know," he mumbles. he's nervous, still doing that cute little downturned smile but he's blushing. "if i'm on top, i think i'll just cum inside."

"makes sense," you hum, and then you're sinking down onto him. he's thick, short in length but girthy enough that it makes you whine out desperately. it feels good. he's perfectly sized for you, and his broad hands go to your hips almost immediately. his biceps are tensing, jaw dropped in a silent moan.

"jesus, is this- does it feel this good every time?" he whines, and you hear his feet thudding against the mattress as he thrashes around. you giggle, starting to rock your hips against his, but his hands grip you even tighter. you might have bruises afterwards. you want to have bruises afterwards. "i can't. i can't, don't move, i'll cum!"

you soothe him with a hand over his pec, thumb brushing over his nipple. it unfortunately makes him buck his hips with an even louder noise. "binnie, it's really okay if you cum. it's your first time."

"hnnfmg," he manages, head falling back against your pillows. his hands go to your ass, and before he can even process what he's doing, he's thrusting up into you. the movement makes you gasp, jolting forward with your hands over both of his pecs, fleshy and delicious where your fingers dig into him. "ah, ah, ah. binnie's pussy now, okay? it's mine, please, let it be mine. it's so fuckin' good, so wet, jesus-"

"yours," you whine, nodding. "all yours, all yours. forever. i love you, binnie, i love you so much."

this makes him let out a garbled, choked out noise, and then he's tapping your ass frantically. you jump off of him like you said you would, thighs splayed over his, and watch in shock as his cock spurts white hot liquid all over his own body. it drenches the smattering of hair at his base and sprays all the way up to his shoulder and he gasps, hips bucking into nothing.

"oh," you say, giggling. "messy, huh?"

changbin huffs, thrashing his feet again. it's hard to take him seriously, cum covering his entire upper body and his cheeks blushing fervently. "shut up!" he turns to you then, grinning as if he's not got his own seed on his shoulder. "love you."

you smile, shaking your head fondly. "i love you too, baby."

hyunjin: definitely gets way too excited. he's fucking vibrating when he finally lays you down on his bed, and hyune is a romantic - you walked into his room to see multiple candles lit and god damn rose petals on the bed.

"my love," he coos, plump lips brushing over your shoulder. his hair tickles your neck, newly dyed dark and soft against your skin. "my first love, only love. thank you for letting me have you like this."

he wants you on top, too. his cock is curved perfectly to hit your g-spot and okay, maybe you get a little too excited at the thought of having that inside you while you're on top. it's gonna stretch you so perfectly, fill you up with his long length and you get to see that man looking so beautiful beneath you. you can't wait.

when you finally lower yourself onto his length, one of hyunjin's hands grips a bunch of rose petals and the other one knocks the lamp off the bedside table. "shit!" he exclaims, leaning over to try and look at the damage. you can see it's shattered on the floor because of course hyunjin's got one of those expensive, brittle ones on his bedside table. he shakes his head anyway, returning to his position laying flat and his hands going to your waist. "i don't care. continue, my love."

"hyunjin, the lamp..?" you question, but your hips are already grinding against his. you were right. his cockhead presses deliciously against that spongey spot inside of you, and it's so sweet the way his lips form a blissed out smile, tongue licking over his teeth. "is it- do you like it, baby? do i feel okay?"

hyunjin nods quickly, a bead of sweat forming at his temple. your pace is slow, and you were worried he wasn't enjoying from how quiet he was, but when you look into his eyes you can see the truth. "i'm just- i'm trying not to get too excited, or i might hurt myself. i'm literally trying so hard not to like, backflip right now."

"please don't backflip when you're inside me," you admonish, and hyunjin giggles. you let him flip you over, his forearms holding him up over you, and then he's moving inside of you. his cock is so long it feels neverending everytime he pushes back inside, breaching your drippy hole over and over to the point you feel you might be going insane.

hyunjin's chain drops into your face, and you find your eyes crossing as your gaze follows it with every thrust. you're whining, fully pliant on the bed for your boyfriend's cock for the first time, and you can't help yourself when you take his chain into your mouth.

hyunjin halts, gasping, and then his eyes are rolling back into his head. you feel his cock spurting warmth inside of you, and as he tries to ride his orgasm out with desperate, jerking movements, his head thuds into the headboard.

"ah!" he squeaks, head dropping to your chest. he's stopped moving now, and you giggle, rubbing your hand over his head. "i'm so embarrassing. that was so fucking good though, next time i'll try not to destroy the room."

"try not to give yourself concussion next time, too, baby."

felix: honestly, you're surprised it took so long. felix has gotten embarrasingly rock solid in his trousers every single time you've made out or even just sat on his lap. he's so horny you know he fucks his fist multiple times a day, you've heard it. you just didn't want to rush him into sex before he was ready.

turns out he'd been ready the whole time, especially when he's now rutting into your core desperately. it also turns out lee felix was a bonafide freak, begging you to let him fuck you raw so he could feel every inch of you around his cock. his cock isn't too big, a nice, easy size to take, and when he'd pushed in you'd been moaning easily for him.

his hips slap against yours now, years of dance practice leading him into an easy, slick slide. his forearms clench either side of your head, and his heart shaped lips are parted, unabashed deep groans falling for them.

"i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum, i'm sorry, it's early, i need to," felix grunts, and you coo at him, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. he moves to kiss your thumb where you rested it on his face, and then he sucks the digit into his mouth. it makes your pussy gush even more, adding to the wet noises of skin on skin between your legs, and felix whines around your thumb at the addition of slick on his cock. your thumb drops from his mouth, wet with spit. "gonna- g'na fuckin' blow, baby, baby, princess, i'm cumming-"

his hips stop, and you feel the cum spurt inside of you. the abundance of it oozes out of your hole, warm and thick around his cock, and you realise felix has started to move again.

"want more," he whines, licking into your mouth. his breath is heavy against your lips. "do you want more? i want more, it's so good, i can't stop. i'm still fuckin' hard, baby."

"gimme more, lixie," you nod, nipping at his bottom lip. "give my pussy more. you like it? wet enough?"

"fuckin' soaked, gonna- gonna fill you up loads, gonna fuckin- you're gonna be dripping with me for days, and then i'll just do it again."

seungmin: it's shocking to see your cool, calm and collected, almost reserved boyfriend fall apart beneath you. you've been grinding on his naked cock for a while now, and he can't help his hips canting while he tries to slip into you. your folds are soaked, gliding on his cock with the most pleasurable slide you've ever felt.

"babe, i think- i think i wanna put it in now," seungmin mumbles, cheeks burning red. he's so cute like this, fully naked on your bed with his cock flat against his tummy for you to use.

"yeah, i know," you giggle, and he swats at your thigh playfully. "you're rock hard, seungmin. you think i don't realise?"

"well- put it in, then, god," he huffs, and when you just raise an eyebrow at him, he's lifting you up by your waist. he positions his cockhead at your hole, the slit just as drippy as your pussy is, and then he's lowering you down. seungmin keeps eye contact with you as you lower onto his shaft, thick and stretching you with a gasp.

"that's big, seungmin," you murmur, and seungmin grins.

"yeah? big enough for you?" it's your turn to slap him playfully, and then you're grinding along his cock. you consider briefly that you may be getting addicted to it, the way his cockhead presses deep against your cervix in this position.

seungmin isn't fairing too well, either. all cocky comments he had in his head have disappeared, mind going fuzzy at the feeling of you on his cock. this is what he's been waiting for? it's been fucking worth it, definitely. you're going to have trouble getting his cock out of you from now on.

"god, how has- how has no one sat on this before? it's fucking- it's so good, seungmin," you huff, and despite feeling the burn in your thighs, you start to bounce. the sudden movement has his fingertips digging into your hips painfully, and with one thrust of his hips meeting yours, he's cumming. you feel it before you recognise it, but you giggle anyway, bouncing just a bit more to let him ride out his orgasm.

he fills you up to the point it starts to drip back out onto his pubic hair, and then he yanks you down to lay on his chest. "give me five minutes," he yawns, hand threading into your hair. he's still inside you, cock softening but still feeling so, so full. "give me five minutes, and i'll fuck you properly, nice and dirty. i'll make you cum."

#juno’s asks ♡ #user: goblinracha #asks: ot8

[st1llwthyou]

POPPIN’ CHERRY.

fandom ꕀ bts

pairing ꕀ jungkook x f!reader

applicable aus & genre ꕀ roommate au, smut

synopsis ꕀ those were the last words he ever expected to come out of your mouth. but heck, jungkook would be lying if he said that he didn’t fucking love it.

word count ꕀ 2,322

warnings & tags ꕀ language, inexperienced reader, dom/sub dynamics, biting, pet names (fem! – baby, angel etc.), nipple play, dacryphilia, corruption kink (implied), dirty talk, cunnilingus, pussy drunk!jk, fingering — RATED E for explicit content.

notes ꕀ hello! i’m a newbie lskjdikdj and this is my tumblr debut 🫣! i’m so, very nervous and scared, but i hope you enjoy <3!

“You want me to… what?!” Jungkook looks at you wide-eyed, clearly flabbergasted by your proposition. You swallow nervously, hoping with all your might that your little plan works out. 

“Make me orgasm… can you not?” You whisper with bated breath. It’s uncertain where your boldness is coming from, but you’ve come a bit too far to back out now. 

He shakes his head a few times, getting up from his bed to approach you. “It’s not about if I can or not, ____. Do you not understand how fucking abrupt this is? I’m sort of weirded out, where is this coming from, huh?” 

You lean against the door frame to his room, heaving out a sigh. Of course, you know how out of the blue this is, to him. It almost makes you sad that he’s never picked up on any of the hints you’ve dropped before. That you like him. 

“I… um, heard you.” You murmur. It won’t hurt to tell a bit of truth.

“... Heard what exactly?” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at you, skeptical. 

“You… and the girls you bring back sometimes.” That sentence stings to even utter, but you manage somehow. 

A sigh escapes his pretty lips. “Fuck… I thought you’d be sleeping. And the walls seem pretty darn thick so I assumed not a lot of noise will travel.” 

“I was sleeping, I just… woke up again to the sounds of, y’know…” 

A heavy silence falls between you two. You wait for him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t. Jungkook just regards you silently, those magnetic pools of honey trailing over your figure with no prominent emotions visible. 

“Hey… you can decline, by the way. If it wasn’t clear. I’ll go back and we can just, um, pretend that nothing happened and go back to being normal roommates.” Tears burn in the back of your eyes, but you still try to appear brave and strong in front him. 

“I know I can decline. But I’m not sure if I want to.” Jungkook takes a few more steps forward, reaching for you. As his warm, big hand finds your jaw, you lean into the comforting touch instinctively. “You’re so sweet and adorable, I never thought I’d hear those words out of your mouth.” 

“Can you just—” 

“But I liked it. Say it again.” He disrupts your complaint even before you could start. It takes you a few moments to properly register what he said. But once you do, your whole body thrums from excitement, heartbeat going crazy.

“Mm–make me come, Jungkook.” Your voice is barely audible, but just enough for his blood to rush south. His strong arms wrap around your smaller frame to hoist you up, carrying you to his bed. 

“I might just not survive this, fuck.” Jungkook hisses under his breath, gently dropping you on his mattress. He’s over aware of every little thing about you now, from the outline of your pebbled nipples on your pajama, to your glossy eyes that are locked on him. 

“Can I call you ‘baby’? And other nicknames?” He enquires hopefully, his hands eagerly exploring your curves. You tremble under his touch, vigorously shaking your head in an assertive manner. Jungkook chuckles.

“Aww, you’re so cute and eager, baby.” He hovers over you, his eyes searching for yours. “You want me to make you come, hm?” 

Even though your heart feels like it’ll burst out of your chest, you lock your eyes with him. “Yea… I– I’ve never orgasmed in my life.” Your voice is small, heat rising to your cheeks as you confess, embarrassed. Jungkook leans down to nuzzle your face, dropping a butterfly kiss right beneath your eye.

“Is that so? Not even by yourself?” One of his hands slips beneath your pajama, gently stroking your tummy. He smiles when you nod, his other hand cupping your face. “It’s okay, we can try it out today and see what happens.” 

Jungkook is so close, studying you and everything you do — almost enamored by your nuances. “May I kiss you?” He rests his forehead against yours, waiting for your confirmation. 

“Yes please.” He doesn’t waste a second, soft lips finding yours in a sweet kiss. The simple touch alone gets you exhilarated, hands gripping onto his t-shirt. He lets his tongue run over your lower lip, making you twitch under him. 

That snaps something in Jungkook, his hand firmly grasping your jaw while he coaxes your mouth open to him. You gasp when he teases your tongue with his, taking control of the kiss from the get go. The way he moves his tongue against yours makes you dizzy, strange sensations flooding your body. It feels like he’s unraveling you. 

Your little moans and whimpers egg him on, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip. Jungkook is feeling partially intoxicated by you, his mind hazy from lust. Although, he pulls away from the mind-numbing kiss a while later to give you some space to breathe. “Fuck,” he curses, enticed by your teary eyes and swollen lips. 

It takes you a while to gather yourself, but you soon realize how much effect that single kiss had on you. Your underwear has soaked through with your arousal, uncomfortably sticking to your skin. Your nipples are also rock hard, aching to be touched. 

“Jungkook,” you whine weakly, thrashing a bit to show your distress. His mouth returns to yours, right hand swifty unbuttoning your pajama. Jungkook trails down wet kisses down your neck, suckling on the soft skin in places. A moan escapes you when he tweaks your clothed nipple between his fingers. 

“I haven’t started anything yet, princess.” His whisper is hot against your cleavage, right hand slipping beneath your back to unhook your bra. “So pretty,” he coos, throwing it away somewhere in the room. A sudden wave of embarrassment hits you as you realize that this is the most bare you’ve ever been to anyone. So, you try to cover yourself, but he’s faster to stop you, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t. Did I not mention how fucking pretty you are?”

Face flushed, you avoid eye contact. “Sorry… it’s just– um, the first time someone saw me like this.” 

Jungkook lets go of your wrists, the weight of your words sinking in. “Good fucking lord, ____.” His eyes darken, breathing uneven. “Let me take care of you, angel.” He captures your lips in a searing kiss, strong, calloused hand massaging your breast. His other hand is at the small of your back, supporting both of you. 

Eventually, he trails downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses until he reaches your unoccupied breast. With his eyes locked on you, Jungkook licks at your stiffened bud, earning a whimper from you. “Look at me, princess.” He encourages, almost losing it when your droopy eyes fixate on his face. 

With his cock throbbing inside his boxer-briefs, he wraps his lips around your nipple, earning him a lewd whine. You place your arm over your mouth quickly, head falling back as he runs his teeth and tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. It feels unbelievably good, you had no idea having your nipples sucked would be like this.

“Oh my god,” you cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation when Jungkook also starts tweaking and teasing your other nipple with his finger. More arousal has leaked from your sopping hole, a tight feeling inside your lower belly coiling. The pleasure is almost blinding, making you twitch and tremble under him.

Soon, he impatiently moves to ravish the unattended breast, adding more to your devastation. You’re just barely hanging in there, extremely unsure of what’s happening with your body, feeling like you might explode any minute. Jungkook, on the other hand, bites and suckles on your tits like his life depends on it, frenzied by your sweet taste and reactions. 

But he stops short when he notices your hips bucking up, eyes teary, ready to spill the diamond drops. “My baby,” he murmurs, letting his right hand slip inside your pajama bottoms. You moan out of relief when he presses down on your clit, inner walls clenching around nothing. Jungkook is almost surprised when he finally feels the damp cloth of your cotton panties. “Fuck, can’t believe you.” 

He quickly gets rid of your bottoms, eyes falling upon the massive wet patch on your panties. “No– it’s embarrassing—” You try to cross your legs shut. Quite genuinely, you had no idea that it’s possible to produce that much liquid down there. Unfortunately, he’s way too strong, spreading your legs apart with bare-minimum effort. 

“Shh, nothing is embarrassing, angel. You’re a fucking goddess, out of the world, even.” Jungkook sounds so sincere that your heart skips a beat. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.” He pulls at the waistband of your panties, slowly taking the offending material off. An expletive rumbles in his throat when he sees the strings of your arousal attaching you to your underwear. 

“You’re gonna drive me crazy.” He hisses, struggling to keep his urges on check. Blindly throwing away the panties somewhere, Jungkook eagerly settles down between your legs, already feeling his cock twitch at the sight of your drenched pussy. “Goddamn…” He gingerly parts your nether lips, exposing your dripping hole to his hungry gaze. 

“Don’t stare at it like that,” your voice is small, heart doing backflips in your chest. It makes you feel so shy, the way his eyes are trained on your lady bits. His short laugh makes you wanna rub your thighs together. 

“Awe, is my princess feeling embarrassed? Don’t be, you have the prettiest pussy, all swollen and wet for me~” Jungkook rubs his middle finger along your slit, letting it coat into your nectar. New to the feeling of his thick, calloused finger, you whimper out of sensitivity. Oh, the way he’s absolutely adored by you. 

He tilts his head as if he’s contemplating something. Then all of a sudden, he starts lowering himself until he is face to face with your core. “Wan’ a taste of your cute, little pussy.” Goosebumps spread over your skin as you clench at the thought. Jungkook lazily thumbs your swollen clit, enamored by your responses. “You’re so fucking responsive, makes me wanna play with you forever.” 

“Nngh— Jungkook!” you squeal as he licks a fat stroke along your pussy, covering the whole area with his saliva. It’s weird — the way it feels, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He moans at the initial taste, putting your legs on his shoulder to really get in there. 

Jungkook laps at your cunt hungrily, his thumb diligently rubbing your clit. His tongue teasingly rims around your entrance, before plunging into the depths of your core. You jolt, crying out of despair, hypersensitive to his ministrations. The flexible muscle strokes at your gummy walls, increasing the weird feeling inside your stomach. Now, you feel certain that you will burst at any moment, clenching on his tongue helplessly. 

But he doesn’t stop, his little groans going straight through your core. Jungkook is in a frenzy, his whole mouth buried in your pussy as he greedily devours every single drop of your nectar. With his movements getting quicker and rougher, the knots in your lower stomach start to feel like they’ll snap. “Oh my god,” you cry out loud, “Jungkook, it– ugh, feels so weird— wait— Aah!” 

Your body goes rigid as soon as he pinches your clit between his fingers, a flooding sensation spreading throughout you. White spots appear in your vision while your body breaks out in exhilarating shivers, a string of incoherent words leaving you. Jungkook, on the other hand, slurps at your juices, his heart swelling in his chest. This is the first time you experienced a release. And he’s the first person to taste your sweet cherry pop. 

Your body loosens up soon after, leaving you all mushy. He holds you close, slowly retracting his tongue from your pussy, making you whine weakly. It makes an embarrassingly loud popping sound when he finally pulls away, his whole mouth covered with your slick, glistening under the dim lighting of his bedroom. 

“Baby,” Jungkook coos at you, noticing the tear streaks on your temples. He never thought he’d be seeing you like this, but he’s loving every second of it. You look messed up in the best way possible, all for him. “Did I make you feel good, hm? You came all over my face, look at me, c’mon~” 

His voice is cocky, eyes twinkling with mischief. When you finally meet his eyes, Jungkook reaches for your with his left hand, wiping away the stray tears. You’re unsure what to say, still processing everything that just happened. But still, you clear your throat, starting, “Um… Thank you…” 

“Oh? For what?” He can’t help his chuckle. You’re just so freaking cute.

“For… for making me come, like I asked, Jungkook.” you whisper, nuzzling his hand affectionately. 

“Trust me, it was my pleasure. But you’re welcome! Care to receive my other services regarding this?” 

You flush at his words, immediately realizing what he means exactly.

“Well…?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow, quite impatient.

“Mmm… I’d love to.” He doesn’t waste a single second upon your confirmation, his tattooed right hand cupping your pussy in a rough manner. 

“God—” you moan as he pushes his middle finger inside, overwhelmed by how thick and long it is compared to your own, familiar one. Jungkook leans down to press a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I’m really sorry, but I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep tonight.” His big, brown eyes look into yours, full of lust and something softer that you can’t really place. 

“I don’t mind.” Your smile turns into a broken moan when he hits a specific spot deep inside you, your gummy walls squeezing his finger appreciatively. 

Being stupidly bold isn’t so bad all the time, maybe. 

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

TW: NSFW, dubcon if you squint

You are laying in bed, not sleeping, feeling sorry for yourself when your phone rings on your bedside table. You don’t recognize the number, so you answer with a cautious, “Hello?” 

“Hi, pretty girl.”

You pause a long beat, and not because you don’t recognize the voice on the other end. “How the ever-loving fuck did you get this number?”

It’s Officer Tom Ludlow, of course. Just what you need, on this night from Hell.

“I’m a detective, remember?” You can just hear the self-satisfied smirk, and he’s lucky he’s not standing in front of you, because tonight you just might have slapped him.

You use your moderately adequate brain for some deductive reasoning of your own, and realize, “You took my number from Julian’s phone. After you assaulted him.”

On the other end he lets out a long whistle. “Baby, that’s such a strong word.”

“Do not call me baby.”

“Alright. Sweetheart.”

“God, you are such a fucking caveman.”

“Thank you.”

You sigh, too fucking tired for this shit. Your heart feels like a chewed up piece of gum, and your lady parts are pulsing angrily at you for ruining their evening earlier.

They like the sound of Tom’s deep voice in your ear, and that is so not good.

“You okay?”

The question actually takes you aback, because the smarmy shit-eating tone is gone, and he sounds…serious?

“I guess. Why?”

“That doesn’t sound okay.”

“Why do you think it’s any of your goddamned business?”

“I told you. If Dr. Bitch hurts you, it is my business.”

“He didn’t hurt me,” you grumble. In fact, he didn’t really do much of anything to you. Now that more time has passed, the more annoyed you are about that.

Fuck if Detective Ludlow doesn’t seem to hear that in your voice too. “Ohhhh. Sounds like the Good Doctor didn’t hit anything?” 

“Oh my god. I hate you. Do you know that?”

He gives a low chuckle that absolutely goes straight to your deprived pussy, and you squirm a little in bed, so grateful he can’t see you.

“You wish you hated me.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Don’t hang up, pretty girl. Tell me what you’re wearing.” His voice dips low, and smooth as velvet.

Every hair on your body lifts in response to this, your nipples pebbling into painful points. Bastard.

“A parka.”

“Pshh. You sleep in a parka? Come on, baby.” How effective that soft, coaxing tone is at dissolving your inhibitions is alarming. You can almost see yourself, as though standing at the edge of a great abyss. If you jump…there will be no going back. 

“Fine. I’ll use my own imagination. I think you’re wearing…a cute little lacy negligee that just floats on your luscious curves…”

Well, you guess you’re getting a picture of what he likes.

“Jesus Christ. I’m wearing a tank top, you pervert,” you grouse, trying to shatter his fantasy. Nevermind the fact that you are now soaking wet, again.

“Nice. No panties?”

“I am wearing panties.”

“You aren’t going to need ‘em. Do you know what I’d do to you, after dinner, my beautiful nurse?”

“Gee, I bet you’re going to fucking tell me.”

“Oh come on. We’re having fun.”

“You are having fun.”

“But you’re still listening.”

Well, he has you there, the smug sonofabitch.

“Maybe.”

He chuckles at the other end of the line, a low sound that makes you clench with need.

“You’ve got to answer a question for me first.”

“What?”

“You’ve got to dip into that sweet little pussy for me, and tell me how wet you are on the scale from one to ten.” 

You should rip him a new one for this. Or just hang up. Why can’t you just hit the button and end this nonsense? But then…you’d be alone. Your real-time reaction is less dignified, but maybe more honest. 

You laugh.

It starts as a giggle, then crescendos into an all out guffaw. “Tom…you are a nut.”

You can hear the smile in his voice as he answers, and goddamn if you don’t actually start to feel better. “Oh come on baby, don’t hold out on me. I’ve got a solid ten inches in my hand for you here.”

This makes you laugh even harder. “Ten inches?!”

“Ok. Maybe nine and a half.” 

You giggle, and you can’t stop. “I don’t know if I can handle all that, Officer Ludlow.”

You don’t know how his voice lowers even more, as he says, “Oh, I know you can take it. Don’t worry, I’ll ease it in nice and slow.”

Suddenly the bubbles of laughter in your gut go flat, replaced with an aching heat that sears your insides, your clit throbbing in response to his dirty mouth. It’s possible a kittenish little sound squeaks from the back of your throat.

You really don’t know where you get the courage to ask softly, “Yeah? Then what?”

“Then I would kiss all over those pretty, soft titties. I want those perfect nips in my mouth.”

You know you make a sound then, and he surely hears it. “Will you check them for me? Lick your fingers and give them a pinch.”

“You are ridiculous.” It comes out small, and breathy, and it doesn’t really sound like an insult at all. So what, if you do as he tells you? And so fucking what, if imaging it’s his hands on you makes you feverish with desire, a spear of longing throbbing in your cunt.

He doesn’t answer you right away, which means he’s busy with something else. Maybe Tom is just as pent up as you are from all this edging the two of you have been putting each other through. 

“Are you.. are you really?” You ask, hating how your voice exposes the fact that you’re not only pinching your nipples, but borderline feeling yourself up at the sound of his hiking breath. 

“Yeah, honey, I am.”

“Oh,” you say, because it’s the only thing you can think of. Your cunt is screaming below about how she wants to talk to Tom Ludlow because you’re doing a shit job at it. 

“Ah, fuck. Are you doing what I told you?” 

“No.”

“Good. Lick your fingers again, circle those pretty nipples for me. Close your eyes and imagine it’s my tongue. Fuck, I wanna suck on your tits so bad.” 

He doesn’t have to know that you’re following orders. That you’re grinding on the bunched blanket between your legs while you imagine his big, rude hands playing with your tits instead of your own.

“You listening to me, beautiful girl?”

“Yeah. Don’t get a big head about it.” 

“Good job. And too late.” 

“I do hate you, you know. I’m serious.” It has no real venom; in fact, it sounds more like a term of endearment at this point. 

He laughs. “C’mon, tell me how soaked she is.”

She’s flooded, is the answer. She’s dampening the pressed comforter, she’s throbbing and screaming and crying and pulsing to the tempo of his black coffee voice. 

You’re not much for vocals when you get off. You have neighbors that already have to hear about your dreams, and the act itself seems like more business than pleasure sometimes. When you were younger, you shared a room with your two sisters, so you learned to be quiet and discreet about rubbing your pussy. That all flies out the window when you sink two fingers into your sopping cunt at Tom’s direction. 

“10,” you hiss, straining to hit your gspot. Maybe you really do need to invest in one of those toys Sheila is always elbowing you about.

“Oh, poor baby.” Your walls flutter violently at his mocking tone. 

“I thought you were going to tell me what you would do to me after dinner?” Maybe you’re desperate, or just stupid. It doesn’t really matter when all you want is to orgasm on Tom’s voice.

“Thought I was? Didn’t I tell you about how I’m gonna dip into that sweet wet pussy, and play with your little clit with my thumb while I fuck you with this big cock? How do you like it, honey? Slow and deep? Fast and hard?”

You make a strangled little sound–because your fingers are just not enough, and it hurts. It hurts that he’s not here with you, filling you up, holding you down with those calloused hands and that filthy, insatiable, mouth.

“What was that?” 

His voice is strained, and you think you’re not the only one in pain here.

“Slow,” you answer. “At first.” Why exactly are you handing him this ammunition? How stupid, how dangerous, to offer up the keys to your undoing? You know he will only use this information against you.

“Mmm.” His breathing is labored, and the thought of him with his cock out, stroking himself to this dirty talk is almost too much to stand. Julian had you trussed and at his mercy right in front of him, but couldn’t keep it up. All Tom Ludlow needs is the sound of your voice. After the night you’ve had, that alone is nearly enough to make you cum.

“But then I like it deep,” you pant. “You think you got what it takes?”

“Baby, I’ve got everything you need.”

You are trying to be as quiet as you can, while you abuse your clit with your two middle fingers, practically holding your breath, getting high on the oxygen deprivation. You’re too quiet, you suppose.

“Don’t be shy, beautiful. Gotta let me hear it when you cum for me.”

“Or what?” you grouse. “Maybe I’m just…mixing pancake batter.” 

His laughter is strained, and you just know he’s close. “Or you’ll regret it, sweet girl. When I finally get these hands on you? Mmm I’ll make you pay. I’ll make you cum without mercy.” 

Again, you can’t help but compare the versions of punishment to the men in your life. Julian wants to hurt you. Tom just wants to make you cum.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah? You there, baby?”

You try to just breathe through your nose, to not give him the satisfaction–but you fail spectacularly.

“Y/n?” He calls, singing your name and making it sound so pretty and good and special. 

“Y-yeah?”

“You coming with me? I’m waiting for you.”

You’re right there, dangling over that sweet, slippery precipice that you can usually ease yourself over carefully. Tom gives you a little shove, and you’re plummeting. 

“That’s my girl.” He doesn’t sound much better off than you while you sob from the unexpected, haywire orgasm. 

It takes a long minute for you to come back to earth, come back to breathless Tom who isn’t saying anything for once in his life. 

That pleasant, floaty post coital bliss gets stained with shame when the clarity of who you just mutually masturbated with hits you. 

He talks first, what a surprise. “Do you feel better?”

“No.” But then, “a little bit.”

“At least one of us does.” You hear him shuffling around on the other end, maybe opening a fridge. It makes you smile to think of him jerking off at his kitchen table. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Why in God’s name are you still entertaining this conversation? You both got what you wanted, and if you stay here too long listening to his voice you’re going to be right back where you started—ready for round two. 

“I won’t feel better until you’re mine.” He sounds humorless, which worries you in itself even without the possessive words added. “C’mon, sweet nurse, aren’t you supposed to help me feel better?”  

“I don’t belong to anyone, Tom. I never will.”

“Oh? Bullshit.” 

“I’m hanging up.” 

Almost as if he knows you’re full of it, or maybe he just doesn’t care about talking into an empty phone line, he continues. “You’re telling me you’ve never wanted a man to take care of you? Protect you, defend you, fuck anyone up who even thinks to raise a hand or word against you?”

Honestly? That’s all you’ve ever wanted, although you’ll take that admittance to your grave. After a lifetime of taking care of other people, having someone to do that for you in return sounds like a castle in the sky. But, the thing about castles in skies? They’re imaginary. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Let me guess, you’d do all that and more?” Maybe the venomous sarcasm is a little too mean. 

He sighs as if you’re the one assaulting his date, stealing his number, and then calling to harass and annoy him. “Okay, tough girl. Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“No you won’t.” 

“Mm. Night, beautiful.” 

You wait for him to hang up. He doesn’t. You don’t, either. You feel his grin blossoming through the white noise of the line, listen to him rustle about, hear bottles clinking, water running, fabric swishing. Your eyes get heavy to the sounds of his nightly routine, lashes threatening to touch cheek. 

His voice is void of its usual gruff when it permeates the pleasant, strange, foggy land between awake and unconscious. “Baby?”

“Mm, yeah?” You try to make your mouth move properly, but the words come jumbled and slurred, weighted with exhaustion. 

“Sweet dreams.” 

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So for namor. How about Dom reader who lives in the nearby village near the water. So reader walks on the beach every night to clear his head. One night he meets namor and they meet up every night to talk about everything and nothing. But once he learns that people called him a God he starts to say that namor is his God. Which then leads to them having a romantic relationship and the first time they spent the night together in reader homes. He starts to praise him and slowly touches him in front of a mirror. Saying how lucky he was in presence of a God. How his ankle wings were proof of that and starts give him compliments in his ear while staring at him though the mirror. Which then leads to reader fucking namor and calling him his God and how gorgeous he look like in the moonlight from the open window.-🐻‍❄️

Sorry for me taking years on this. 💀 I just wanted this to be perfect since I love Namor so much. And because my 50% wanted this and I wanted to show out.

Warnings! Kissing, making out, SMUT, strangers to friends, friends into lovers, mirror sex, praise kink, riding, jerking off, stripping, hickeys, clamming and marking.

NAMOR X DOM MALE READER

As the Moonlight shines so ever brightly onto Y/n as he lays down onto the sand taking slow and deep breaths calming himself down and letting his body relax.

Y/n has been coming to this spot near by the water for over about two weeks now. He'll walk around and clear his mind from any unwanted thoughts or just relax and take a break.

He would walk/sit around on the beach or sit under the trees doing whatever that he pleases.

The moonlight shines onto Y/n making him look beautiful and honestly stunning. Well that is what an unknown man thinks as he looks at Y/n from afar inside the water close enough so he can get a good look at the man, but not too close to be seen or noticed.

The unknown man has been watching or really studying Y/n since the first day he arrived at the beach. At first he watched him to see if he was a threat or something worse, but as the days go on suspicion grew to curiously and wonder.

As Y/n lay down on the sand clearing his mind he hears a silent but faint splash in the water. Y/n sits up and looks around at the empty beach wondering if someone is here.

"Hello?" Y/n shouts with a question before standing up from the sand and turns his back to the water looking at the bushes and trees to see if anything is there. Before Y/n could investigate a small pebble hits the back of his head.

Y/n insistingly turns around facing the empty waters. "What the..." Y/n trails off staring at the water trying to determine what the hell is going on.

"Hi." An unknown voice whispers into Y/n's ear behind him alongside a tap on the shoulder. Y/n instantly turns around with a slight flinch taking a few steps back as he stares at the unknown figure.

The unknown man has a small smile on his lips with a light laugh as he watches Y/n's reaction. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." The man says light hardheartedly with a small chuckle.

"Who are you?" Y/n asks not letting his guard down just yet. The man lets out a stiff laugh before responding "Who am I? I have many names...But you can call me Namor. Now who are you?"

"Y/n. My name is Y/n." Y/n answers taking a mental note of Namor's inhuman look.

"Y/n. I must say you have been coming here for a very long time. Almost everyday for the last two weeks.Why is that?"

"Yeah. I've just had a lot of stuff in my mind that i'm trying to clear out, so I started coming here it's calm and quiet. But how do you know that?" Y/n answers with a slight eyebrow raised.

"Because I have been watching you." Namor answers shortly not even caring if that sounds a bit weird.

Y/n honestly became speechless. He didn't expect the straight forwardness at all. "You've interested me Y/n. Only from this short period of time you caught my eye. So I wish to know more about you Y/n. I want us to meet here everyday." Namor says not leaving Y/n any room to argue.

Namor looks at the sun slowly begins to rise before giving Y/n one last look before diving into the water.

"W-Wait Namor!" Y/n shouts barely catching the man's attention. "What time do we meet up?" Y/n asks earning a warm smile from Namor.

"Your time." Namor responds back confusing Y/n even more as he goes into the deep ocean leaving alone a puzzled Y/n.

Since that night Y/n has been staying up late everyday at the beach talking to his new friend. They begin to exchange gifts and knowledge from both their separate worlds.

Y/n and Namor grew closer and closer by every second they were together.

Weeks go by and...

One night after studying into his village lore and history he finally learned what his friend truly is. "K'uk'ulkan. The Feathered Serpent God and also is a king." Y/n whispers into his friend's ear before sitting down in the sand next to him. "Where did you get that from?" Namor asks looking at him.

"Just some books and very very old people from my village. Don't worry about the books though I took them to my house, so no one has to know about you and your people." Y/n answers.

"Good. But you could have just asked to know more." Namor says staring deeply into Y/n's eyes. Y/n stares back with a smile. "I know what's the fun of that, and plus it would be rude to ask my god such a personal question." Y/n responds back. Namor could feel his wings flutter when he heard "god." fall from Y/n's mouth.

"Your god?" "Yes Namor you are my god." After those words fell from Y/n's mouth Namor didn't know what controlled him. Namor leaned in slowly pressing a soft kiss on Y/n's lips. Y/n was a bit shocked at first before melting into the kiss raising up one of his hands to hold the back of Namor's head.

Namor begins to lean more slowly crawling into Y/n's lap as they swap kisses back and forth. Y/n wraps his arms around Namor's waist pushing him on the sand slowly. Y/n stays between Namor's legs still having his arms around his waist as they kiss. Namor moves his hands to Y/n's face cupping his cheeks.

Maybe since Namor wasn't human he didn't need air like Y/n. Y/n is first to pull away gasping for air with a smile. Namor couldn't stop himself from trying to keep kissing Y/n. The god chases Y/n's lips kissing him not even caring that Y/n is trying to catch his breath. He kisses the corners of Y/n's lips and tugs on the bottom lip.

"Na-Namor please give me a break I--- I have to breathe." Y/n says out of breath, but is ignored by Namor kissing him passionately. Y/n couldn't help himself just to let Namor kiss him over and over again.

Time flies by from their daily hangout from them only kissing each other. "Namor- Namor the sun is rising." Y/n breathes out as Namor is on top of him kissing him.

Reluctantly Namor crawls off of Y/n before looking at the water. "Hey Namor, don't worry. We can kiss and do whatever tomorrow night." Y/n says giving a sweet small kiss on Namor's cheek.

"Y/n...What are we now?" "Well for one your my god and i'm your loyal follower. And two were boyfriends. That means you are mine and I am yours." Y/n answers before giving Namor a kiss on the lips.

"See you tonight." Y/n whispers before leaving as Namor goes into the water.

Timeskip

Only a few months go by and tonight Namor convinced Y/n to let him see the village and his home.

Namor walks around the village with Y/n following him closely behind him. "Where is everyone." Namor says expecting it would be more people around at night. "At home most likely sleeping." Y/n answers before taking Namor's hand.

"Where we are supposed to be at." Y/n says dragging Namor by hand to his house.

Once they get inside Y/n is showing him around and Namor could only think about one thing. "So. Do you want something? Like food or some----" "I want you." Namor's response caught Y/n off guard.

"I want to spend our first time together here and right now Y/n." Namor says before walking upstairs looking around for Y/n's bedroom. Y/n quickly follows behind before taking control. Y/n sits Namor down in front of the mirror siting down behind him as he slowly take off Namor's shorts.

Namor's hard cock springs out as Y/n pulls off the shorts. "Why are you always so beautiful in the moonlight." Y/n whispers into his lover's ear gesturing to the window that's wide open letting the light shine of them both.

Y/n begins to run his hands against Namor's upper body pulling and tugging on his nipples. Namor was too busy to see, but could feel his wings flutter in excitement and pleasure catching Y/n's attention.

"Your wings are proof. You're a god walking and swimming among men." Y/n whispers in his ear before moving his body to Namor's legs picking up his foot and giving the wing a light kiss.

Namor covers his mouth muffling the loud moan he was about to let out.

"I'm so lucky to be in the presence of a god. A beautiful one at most." Y/n says with a wink before adding "My God. I love you so, your pointy ears, your beautiful wings, your smile and precising, your everything." Y/n praises while raising his hands across Namor's body touching him softly and sweetly.

Soon enough Y/n was back behind him touching him so ever sweetly. "You're so pretty my god." Y/n whispers in his ears looking at the mirror making eye contact with Namor.

Namor averts his eyes from the mirror as Y/n hands begin to trail down to his lower half. "Gonna start prepping you alright?" Y/n whispers into his ear before landing a swift kiss on the cheek. Y/n grabs some nearby lube and puts it on his fingers beginning to finger Namor.

Slowly Y/n slides his finger inside Namor's entrance pumping in and out. Namor leans back laying onto Y/n for support as he rolls his hips trying to get Y/n's finger to go deeper. "So good for me. You're doing so well." Y/n encourages before adding in another one.

Y/n's fingers begin to curl and twist pushing deeper inside Namor until they graze his prostate. Namor's body immediately reacts by trembling and shaking as soft huffs and moans escape his lips. Y/n watched his body react and a smirk crawled onto his lips before repeating the action abusing Namor's prostate.

Y/n fingers hit and graze his prostrate and thrust his fingers in and out faster. Namor moves his hips down trying to feel even more pleasure.

Once Y/n thought he was prepped enough he slowly pulled out his fingers before quickly stripping out his clothes. "Hurry Y/n! Mhm~" Namor breathes out with a whine. Finally Y/n was naked and began to use some of the lube on his cock stroking himself off. Namor watches like a hawk watching Y/n touch himself. Namor's mouth begins to water from expatiation.

After thinking he was wet enough Y/n lines up his cock to Namor's entrance. Y/n picks up Namor setting him down on his cock slowly. Y/n puts his hands on Namor's hips dragging him down. The god stares at the mirror fully enhanced at the sight of both of them. Once Y/n was halfway inside him he began to thrust inside him.

The thrust is fast and deep hitting Namor's prostate straight on the first try. Namor's wings couldn't help but to flutter and flap from pleasure as Y/n fucks him. Namor couldn't help himself but tries to meet Y/n halfway with his thrust lowering his hips as Y/n pulls back. "d-deeper! fuck me harder!~" Namor begs out with a moan. Y/n begins to give in and thrust inside harder no doubt waking up his neighbors from the noise.

Namor's mouth hangs open as moans and sentences from his language getting yelled out. At this point Namor was eagerly bouncing on Y/n's cock basically riding him.

Namor's walls clenched onto Y/n as his cock hit his prostate easily. Namor's own cock bouncing in the air as he rides Y/n.

"Please my sweet god. Let me do this for you." Y/n whispers into Namor's ear before moving Namor down on the floor so his stomach is touching it. Y/n holds up Namor's hips as he fucks him deeply.

Y/n's cock hammers in and out abusing Namor's hole as Namor tried to hold onto the floor. To this point Namor was a crying mess. Babbling all types of words that doesn't make sense or just saying things shakily in his language. Namor's whole body trembled and ached from Y/n's powerful thrust.

Namor's cock was aching and twitching. He wanted to cum so bad, but he wanted to do it at the same time as Y/n, but he didn't know that Y/n had so much stamina.

"F-fuck! You're so beautiful in this light." Y/n mumbles out before moving his hands off of Namor's waist and onto the floor holding it tight as he fucks Namor faster.

Finally Y/n feels the knot in his stomach tighten. Namor felt Y/n's cock twitch inside him and let out a pornographic moan. Y/n's thrust begins to become sloppy and rougher chasing down his own orgasm.

"I'm about to cum!~ oh fuck, oh fuck!" Y/n warns with a moan before thrusting deeper. "In-inside!~ inside please cum inside me!" Namor cries out barely holding on to his own orgasm. "Fuck!!" Y/n shouts out before cumming deep inside Namor filling him with white and hot cum. Namor shoots his load as soon as he feels Y/n bury his cum deep inside him.

Namor shoots his load all over the floor with loud moans and his body trembling.

Y/n thrust in and out slowing down with each thrust until he's finally out of his high. Y/n sighs heavily out of breath feeling his body is about to collapse.

After a while both of them calmed down from their highs, but still felt all fuzzy. Y/n picks up the god carrying him to the bathroom running them both a bath. After the bath Y/n ran Namor some water so he could just chill in it and regain his energy.

Y/n sits on the edge of the bath watching Namor relax into the water.

"My neighbors are gonna kill me." Y/n breathes out after the realization from remembering the past events and how loud they were being earning a few giggles from Namor.

Y/n sits outside the tub laying on the floor laying his head on the wall beside where Namor is at in the water. "You're sleeping in here too?" Namor breathes out a bit surprise Y/n wouldn't want to be in his bed.

"Yeah. I don't want to sleep in the water like you, but I don't mind just sleeping near you." Y/n says with a smile. "Plus it's like having a mermaid in a bathtub." Y/n adds in.

NEXT DAY morning!

loud banging on Y/n's front door to his house woke him up. Y/n jolts up looking around for Namor. Y/n felt his heart calm down once he saw Namor asleep in the tub.

Y/n scrambles up to his feet legs and back hurting from sleeping on the harsh bathroom floor. Y/n looks around his room looking for some clothes. Y/n finally just settles on some sweats and a random tee-shirt.

Y/n hurries down stairs quietly grumbling to himself about the loud knocking.

Y/n opens the door looking at his neighbors from the house of the right and from the left beside even from across the street neighbors are here looking at him angrily.

"Y/n L/n! You really out did yourself with this one." "WHO was he huh!" "Why the hell are you fucking in the middle of the night." "Was he hot?" "Were you the bottom?!?" "Don't tell me you left him up there alone."

Billions of questions flare up at Y/n. Many different voices question him and the mysterious man from last night.

"Okay! Okay! I admit we were loud and i'm sorry. How about I treat you all for lunch? Sounds good okay." Y/n says closing the door fast.

"Y/n! Young man this better not happen every night you hear me!"

THE END

#marvel x male reader #x male reader #male reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #namor x male reader #namor the sub mariner #namor x reader #ku'kul'kan #ku'kul'kan x male reader #the bear club

[dollfxcx]

Hello!!

Pennywise x reader smut where he's trying to get past his heat?

But with the slight difference he has the clussy/female genitalia ( I just don't see to much content of him this way but I would love sm to see that bossy bottom clown! ) IF you're comfortable with that!!

I'm sorry it took so long but I had a bit of a writer's block. I had another request for penny in heat and wrote it but that one had, like, male genitalia and shit so I believe I overdid the heat topic back when I wrote that one.

I tried my best tho so I hope I won't disappoint 😔🙌🏻

TW: nsfw, otherwise none

Word count: (1.5k+)

You carefully observe yet another shiny rock that Pennywise has brought you. It is round and smooth, very similar to the other twenty that you have carefully placed inside a satin bag, which is now resting on your bedside table.

Another fine addition to your collection. It's been a week now that Pennywise has limited himself to doing three things, giving you rocks that are vaguely different from normal driveway pebbles (as already mentioned), dedicating himself to perfecting his nest and whining, which he is still doing as he curls up like a huge cat on his new round shaped bed. About a week ago he raided clothes that you no longer wear and out of them he built a nest, not particularly large but spacious enough to accommodate his enormous size which, as you can see, has grown in the last few minutes . Even if he's…well, whatever he is, the signs of what he's going through are as clear and recognizable as dawn. You get out of bed, your hands are shaking slightly, and you approach his nest, which is located in a corner of your room, squeezed between two walls, as if he wanted maximum protection, and in front of the mirror. Pennywise stares at you sideways, shifting slightly with a stifled moan to make room for you. He tries everything not to make eye contact with you, but he's forced to when you grab his legs and spread them, placing yourself between them.

"What's the problem?" you asked, running your fingertips up and down his inner thighs. If he wasn't in this situation you would never have dreamed of doing this, but you know very well that, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, your touch is all he needs right now. Pennywise growls softly, you hear it coming from deep in his chest like a rumble of thunder, but even if he bares his teeth in a (feigned) threatening way, you hardly flinch.

"Don't play dumb, you're smart, for a human." he mutters, his thighs shaking slightly under your touch. You smile at him and lean on your arms to reach his eye level. His golden irises melt to a deep blue with the blink of an eye, his lips part slightly, allowing you to see his buck teeth peek through them. His gaze is attentive, but not disinterested at all, it's as if he were asking you, praying you, to help him. Obviously he's too proud to do that, at least for now. You cup his cheeks, skin soft and warm from the heat that's making him feel so sick, desperate for release. He looks at you adoringly and if he wasn't the one who needed help, you'd beg him to fuck you right then and there. But this is not the right time. In one fluid motion, your hands slide to the back of his neck, working his clown costume collar to take it off as fast as possible. When you finally throw it across the room, you notice with pleasant surprise how flushed the skin of his neck is, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he swallows expectantly. You chuckle as you slide your hand down his chest, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his suit, Pennywise throws his head back with a strangled whine.

"Stop that." he orders ruefully, his eyes half closed, and you immediately cease every movement. His head snaps up and he glares at you, you can't help but laugh at his needy reaction.

"What? You told me to stop and I did, Penny." you go back to work on his costume, finally pulling off the top part.

"Stop... teasing me." he clarifies, dragging the letter S, which vibrates on his tongue like the hiss of a snake.

"What if I don't?" you ask, pulling off, with a sharp tug, his shoes, which roll on the floor with a jingle of bells, Pennywise sighs heavily when your fingers start to lower the hem of his pants.

"I will c…hew your head off and f-feed on your flesssh." he almost stammers, involuntarily arching his back to make it easier for you to take off his pants. When the job is done, you can't help but sigh, his body is slender and pale, his crotch is plain, without any hint of genitals, just like what a Ken looks like.

"Mhh, though I'm sure that I'd be more useful to you alive than dead. Don't you think?" you whisper in his ear, pressing there a kiss as your lips slowly drift down his jaw and neck, occasionally sucking at the skin and leaving soft reddish spots on his milky white skin, as if a painter had dropped blobs of gouache on a brand new canvas. Pennywise squirms slightly at your constantly inflicted stirrings, his head hanging to one side like he's a broken puppet, completely at the mercy of your movements.

"Open up, pretty boy." you murmur as your knuckles tap lightly on the flesh of his crotch, action that makes him shiver further. Though you hear him growl at his now complete loss of command, he does as requested, he opens a thin slit more or less where his cock usually sits, beautifully flushed like the rest of his most sensitive parts, as you've noticed. 

You lick your lips briskly as your forefinger draws a line from his navel down to his slit, applying light pressure on it to dilate it a few millimeters. Pennywise squirms lazily, probably fighting his instinct to bite your hand off, his teeth sharpening slightly.

"You're being so good, it will all be over soon." you assure him while your forefinger sinks further into his slit, from which a thick and transparent fluid is leaking. You lick it off your fingers without ever ceasing to look into his eyes, he arches his back letting out a groan.

"Sit down for me, will you?" you suggest, but you don't wait for him to do it, you pull him by the arm and position yourself behind him.

"Now spread your legs." you murmur into his ear, you see him take a quick look at the mirror that's right in front of the both of you, the same mirror that's showing him from a perspective he's never seen himself from before. Your fingers return to his slit, which has opened further, as if he's inviting you, praying you, to fill it as soon as possible.

"Look at you, all wet for me. You want me this much?" you ask, your fingers insert themselves into him with a speed that takes his breath away, his head rests on your shoulder, a whimper trapped in his throat makes you throb, your thighs clench. Your fingers pump into him quickly, your thumb tracing slow circles around his clit. His lips are open wide, his jaw looks dislocated, so you stick two fingers into his mouth for him to suck on, to make him feel a little better. It seems to work as you feel him lapping at your fingertips, a light purr coming from his throat.

"Keep looking at us, don't take your eyes off yourself." you hiss in his ear, his legs suddenly and abruptly spasm as you increase the speed of your thrusts.

"I need you as much as you need me. Say it. Tell me you need me." you almost implore him while you kiss his neck, you then slither back onto your knees, in front of his body flushed by need, depriving him of any contact. Pennywise lets out a frustrated wail, his hips trembling and buckling in search of your magnanimity.

“I n…eed you” he then stammers, desperately seeking his release.

"Good boy." you compliment him, jerking your head down and allowing your tongue to dig into his warm, wet opening. Pennywise gasps and moans for the first time, it's a loud sound he's been holding back until now. You hum against him, your lips closing around his clit and sucking hard, and he's so overstimulated that, out of the corner of your eye, you see his claws getting sharper with every passing second. Then he says something you never expected. He says your name, once, twice, three times, over and over again like it's a mantra he needs to hold on to in order to keep himself from going crazy.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n... please." he gasps, his hair tousled and his eyes narrowed, his claws dug into the soft fabric of his nest as he cums hard, with a guttural sound that sounds like a cry, trembling feverishly under your tongue which is cleaning away every trace of him. When you sit back down, he can hardly look at you.

"Come on, it's not that bad, being fucked once in a while, right?" you tease him, cupping his face and kissing the tip of his nose, he grabs your hand and sucks your fingers needily.

"Need to feed." he briefs you, brows arched in concentration, seeking to savor your arousal and the release of him together.

"Whatever you need, Penny. Whatever you need."

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[brujahinaskirt]

30 kcd2 trailer reveal little things / reactions:

Loving the increased Istvan / Henry parallelism

Loving the return of the red PTSD nightmares and so pleased WH isn't watering the game down, keeping up the trauma narrative realism, etc. I expected no less but still delighted by it. I love games that allow characters (esp male characters) to feel things, genuinely, and writing that treats the emotional invitation of its own storytelling with respect.

Good lord, the symbolism returns--as it must in a proper medieval game--but I shan't look too deep yet.

SKALITZ FLASHBACKS. HENRY'S PARENTS' WEDDING PREQUEL CONTENT? W H A T. I never thought we would get to go back; I am so thrilled to learn more about that time. I would have gladly gobbled up a Martin prequel. TELL ME HER FUCKING NAME, WARHORSE, YOU BASTARDS.

where is radzig

Mystery possible new love interest option? Or did Lady Stephanie visit the face sculptor?

And Theresa... where?

Mother of god, the forests and animals look incredible. I'm going insane. Let me pet things please.

How many times can Hans eat royal shit and live in one livestream? Let's find out. One, two, three...

The crime and punishment mechanics are definitely more complex at a glance. This is a good thing but I wonder how much was cutscene flavor and how much will really have an affect on the gameplay/reputation/etc.

I'm extremely afraid for Hans's survival. Not because of his constant trailer beefing (and he really took every opportunity to wipe out) but because of that shot with him doing the big dramatic eagle wing spread on horseback. You can't just do that and not expect to be punished by the narrative, bro.

MUTT IS BACK MUTT IS BACK MUTT IS BACK

is that pebbles? MUTT IS BACK please be pebbles

Henry's new hair is awful and I will be changing it two seconds in.

In general, Henry looks way more mature/stressed. Hard to say if there was a timeskip and Henry is now actually more mature or if the increased graphics allow him to look more like his voice actor, who is older than Henry. Either way I will be content. Will not catch me changing my son's precious face!!!

CROSSBOWS, HAND CANNONS

Istvan is pure fire, holy shit, cannot wait for this performance. Erik looks like a soggy newspaper. What happened king?

radzig? hello? anyone hear from this guy? typical for him to ghost

FIVE HOURS OF CUTSCENES???? YOU KNOW YOUR TARGET AUDIENCE. IT IS ME. I LOVE TO WATCH THINGS

Theresa's gonna be in it though, right? They wouldn't do us like that right?

Really excited to see them taking a page from RDR2 and incorporating a temperament-based reply system for non-dialogue initiating NPCs. I really look forward to all the added sandbox immersion enhancements from the first game, and I hope women are incorporated in a broader work spectrum for better historical accuracy.

WAS THAT GODWIN?

Is Hans going to teach Henry how to swim for real, as in a gameplay-altering swim mechanic, or is the topless on the riverbank scene just throwing a meaty bone to the hansry shippers (i am gnawing, i am growling when you try to take it away before i choke myself with it)

I love hearing devs and actors talk intelligently about the writing and character development arcs. Obviously they thought about it deeply in KCD1, but it's nice to see devs of an "action" game treating its narrative seriously, as artwork. Regardless of how the fandom idiots interact with it.

Hans singing a facetious little ballad for Henry (presuming it makes it into the game and isn't just trailer fodder) regenerated my cells. He DID promise in KCD1 (if you lose the tourney after agreeing to be his champion) that one day people would sing ballads in Henry's honor. Probably he did not intend for them to include the word "fuck" at the time.

This is going to be the grown up bromance we deserved in kcd1. Honestly it's so validating to see the second game recentering on that relationship and deliberately using it as the primary storytelling vehicle. KCD1 was pretty imbalanced in favor of Hans content, but it would have been better served by the game storyline fully leaning into the importance of that relationship, rather than trying to juggle it as a side-arc with several other arcs (and thereby creating an imbalance). KCD2 looks like it's built around the backbone of Henry and Hans's friendship and how it has profoundly changed them both/propelled their arcs in somewhat different directions.

On that point, Henry seems to have completely adopted Rattay colors now, but it's possible that's due to him operating as Hans's page (squire?) where we left them in KCD1. WHERE IS RADZIG

Calling Henry an orphan is a LITTLE generous given he was a whole ass adult man when his parents were killed, don't you think.

Calling Henry a lover is VERY VERY GENEROUS

I'm hyped.

#kingdom come deliverance #kcd #henry of skalitz #kingdom come deliverance 2

[bihansthot]

Hello! Can you write a story about the OC/reader stealing and wearing Bi Han’s uniform, his reaction? Thank you! I hope you are doing well!

Sorry for the wait lovely! Hopefully this is what you had in mind!

You sat on the Grandmaster’s bed in nothing but his tabard, your breasts barely contained by the heavy garment, everywhere else it was loose and flowing and you waited. You weren’t sure how Bi-Han was going to react to you stealing his uniform while he was in the shower, but knowing your lover he wouldn’t be opposed to it, you were hoping it would turn him on.

“Qīn?” His deep voice calls to you, the low timber resonating in your core, “have you seen my uniform, I swear I left it here before my shower.” He stalks into his room, towel slung low across his delicious hips as his flawless torso is on display to you, little rivulets of water cling to his skin before crystallizing into shining diamonds of ice. His shoulder-length, ebony hair hung freely as he walked. He stops when he sees you in nothing but his uniform, his mouth forming a surprised ‘o’ shape as he takes in the sight of you, very quickly his expression darkens with lust and his lips quirk into his signature smirk. “I see there’s a new thief amongst our ranks,” he growls low and circles the bed predatorily.

“Oh, really? Is this yours? I mistook it for mine,” you tease him slightly as you press your thighs together trying to alleviate the mounting arousal you feel as you see the cryomancer eyeing you like prey.

It doesn’t take long before he pounces on you, pinning you to the bed with ease, “what possessed you to wear my clothes,” he pauses to palm your heaving chest, loving the weight of your breasts in his calloused hands. “They don’t even fit qin,” he smirks as he easily pulls your breast out the side of the tabard he brings his cold tongue to the sensitive bud before pulling your nipple into his mouth, enjoying it pebbling immediately at the cold of his mouth.

You sigh and moan lightly as your fingers thread through his wet hair pulling his head closer as arousal pools in your stomach. Bi-Han is being so soft and delicate with you as he palms your other breast and teases your nipple into a stiff peak to match the one in his mouth.

“I love your tits so much qin,” he groans against your chest as he releases his hold on the one in his mouth. A cold hand snakes down your body as two icy fingers prod against your warm, wet opening, you spread your legs wide to accommodate the cryomancer as his fingers sink in.

“Ah! Bi-Han,” you cry out as the cold assaults your body, you don’t have time to worry about the cold though as the cryomancer’s skilled fingers find your sweet spot with practiced precision. He strokes and prods the node as you whimper and whine under him, he teases the bundle of nerves with soft strokes and come hither motions as his cold lips find your neck as he nips and sucks greedily pulling another cry from you.

Bi-Han is in a hurry today it seems as he pulls his fingers free of your warmth and repositions you for his cock, the towel is thrown carelessly to the floor as he runs his cockhead along your silky folds before pressing it in. “Ah fuck,” he breathes, “who’s my good girl? All wet for her Grandmaster already, naughty little thing like you probably got wet just wearing my uniform, does it smell like me? Did that get your little pussy all wet? Just thinking about me wearing it?” He groans as he starts thrusting into you deeply, his cock rearranging your insides to make room for his cock.

“Y-yes Grandmaster, I-I’m a filthy little girl and wanted to smell you while I touched myself but you caught me before I could,” you simper out in between pleasured pants.

His balls slap against your skin as he plows into you, each thrust knocking his fat cock head into your sweet spot as his cock kisses your cervix with every movement. “Such a dirty girl, you couldn’t even wait for me? You needed my cock that badly?” He growls and holds your hips tightly as he continues his onslaught.

You cry out as each thrust pushes you closer and closer to your completion, the arousal starts to become unbearable almost choking as his cock assaults your tight pussy. “B-Bi-Han,” you whimper and warn him of your impending orgasm, but the warning comes a bit too late as your walls clamp tightly around his cock and you tumble over the edge, you cry out loudly as waves of pleasure course through your body. Your head falls back and to the side and you bite your bottom lip hard as your body trembles and convulses in his strong grip.

“Fuck!” Bi-Han nearly yells as your plush walls constrict around his cock and start milking him, eager for his seed, he lets out a low groan as he holds your hips with an icy grip as he frantically slams into you. “Naughty little thing, cumming so quickly, maybe I should cum on your stomach to teach you a lesson,” he threatens.

Your head thrashes from side to side, “no please Grandmaster! Not that! Please! I’m sorry, I’ll be better next time, please, please cum inside me! Please!” You beg frantically as you tighten your pussy, desperate to keep him inside you.

“I guess I’ll oblige this time, since you can apparently at least remember to ask nicely,” he grits out his thrusts becoming sharp and erratic. He stills as his teeth sink into the juncture of your neck to quiet himself as he spills his icy cold cum inside your hot pussy.

You moan loudly as you feel the Grandmaster’s vicious release filling your spent cunt, the sensation always felt so satisfying to you like you did your job properly. Maybe you should steal his clothes more often if this was the outcome.

“Steal my clothes again and you’re going to get a spanking next time too qin,” Bi-Han states as if he could read your mind.

Oh yes, you would definitely be stealing his clothes again, “understood, Grandmaster,” you reply trying to hold back a giggle as you sigh contently as you feel Bi-Han slowly pulling out.

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[luna13e-blog]

Rosekiller. Not really any discernible TW but I suck at tagging

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Evan is throwing pebbles at the lake when he hears steps getting closer. He turns his head up with a grin to say hello to Barty, just for that grin to disappear instantly.

Barty looks down at him with that void expression that only could meant things with his father had went rough.

"Don't give me that look", Barty scowls.

Evan lowers his eyes in silence, looking at the rock in his hand instead, tracing the softened edges with the fingers of his other hand. Barty sits beside him, chin resting on his knees and arms around his legs.

Evan throws the pebble into the lake. One, two, three, four jumps before it sinks in the water. He makes a gesture with his hand and the pebble flies from the lake right into his palm. He waits for a comment, for Barty to say anything, but after a minute of silence he throws the pebble again. With force this time. The rock flies some meters and sinks in the water. Not bouncing once.

"Can I hug you?", Evan asks, still looking at the place where tiny waves mark where the pebble had sank.

"I don't need a hug", Barty replies defensively, looking as well to the circles in the water.

"Thing is", Evan moves his hand again, the pebble flying back to his hand as it has done before, "I'm not asking if you need one, I'm asking if I can".

"It's a free world, do whatever the fuck you want, Rosier."

Evan turns to look at the boy, who didn't look back at him. He frowns, biting his bottom lip. He weighs the options in his head. "I don't fancy trying to hug you just to be hexed, Crouch"

Barty turns to look at him, with a little frown in his forehead. "Do you want to hug me?"

"No, I'm just asking if I can do things I don't want to do", Evan shakes his head with half a smile. "Yes, I want to."

"...why?", Barty asks suspiciously.

"Because my hugs are amazing, you can ask Dorcas about it", he smiles with that cocky expression of his, "and I believe you deserve one."

"I don't deser-"

"Shut up, Crouch. I'm not asking your opinion on the matter. Not that whatever you say has ever make me changed my mind, has it?", he grins ignoring Barty's huffing. "So, can I?"

"Don't pretend for me to hug you back", Barty answers and that's all Evan needs to kneel and drag him to his chest with one arm.

It isn't sweet or tender. He squeezes hard, Barty's shoulder and his knee digging in him. Barty doesn't move, but he doesn't push him away either, so Evan takes it as a permission to wrap his other arm around him and cradle him into his chest. The position is awkward as Barty remains hugging his legs but he moves his head to hide it in Evan's broad chest, breathing deeply in while a slight tremble curses through his body.

People have taught Evan over the last fourteen years that in these occasions one should say things are going to be okay. But he knows he can't say that, he doesn't know if things are going to be okay. He fears they won't. So as he closes his eyes and tilts his head to rest his forehead over Barty's crown, nose buried in his dark hair, he says the only thing he can say for certain.

"I'm here for you. I am always going to be here".

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Notes: I keep trying to write shorter things. I don't really know if I'm succeeding or not. Also, this is apparently a collection of glimpses over those two through their years in Hogwarts. I like to explore the little pieces that made their bond something unbreakable. Who knows, maybe I'll keep writing these.

Since you lovely people keep liking and reblogging, let me introduce you to this post sister:

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[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Billy Hargrove X Harrington!Reader

'Enough for Now'

You see something when sneaking in Billy's window. Something that makes you do something crazy.

You were biking to Billy's. It was a lazy Saturday night, and neither one of you had done much other then talk on the phone.

You had heard yelling before bikky said bye, and hung up. You had suspicions that Neil was a shitty father, but you had noticed Billy with bruises before. He always brushed it off, said it was from a fight he got into.

You hide your bike in the bushes and walk over to his window. You hear music being blasted, and yelling. The music is turned off and you start to make out the voices.

"What did we talk about?" You hear a slapping noise as something falls to the ground. You peer into his window. Neil has him pinned into a bookcase.

"Respect and Responsibility," Billy says through gritted teeth. You flinch as Billy receives another slap, and then is let go. Neil yells more insults before leaving the room, and slamming the door.

Billy slides down and you see him wipe away a tear before standing up. You toss a nearby pebble at his window.

He hears the disturbance and panics when he sees you, he realizes what you just saw. He opens the window and you shush him. You climb into his room.

"Get your shit, we have a spare bedroom. Steve's out tonight, I will think of something in the morning," you say and refuse to listen to any argument as you grab his keys.

He sighs before packing away some clothes and a few treasured belongings. He grabs his duffel and you both hop out of his window.

"He's going to notice I'm gone," billy says, "And he knows we're dating. It won't be to hard to find your house," billy gets into the passenger seat with no complaints. He's never seen you so mad. It does scare him a little.

"Okay, so? He can have a talk with me and my revolver, and by talk, I mean murder," you reply as you tear out of the driveway.

You do slow down and are careful. You don't want to hurt his prized possession. Billy groans and leans back into the seat.

"We're almost there, and then we can get you some ice. Throw your shit in the guest room, or mine. It's up to you, pretty boy," you tell him.

You don't miss the ghost if a smile that hits his face. He would never, under any circumstance admit it, but he loved being called 'pretty boy' or anything like 'my love'. It quite literally makes his knees buckle.

"Your brother hates me. How long do you think you can hide me. He will see my car." Billy points out. You planned on telling Steve to deal with it and that you couldn't explain.

"I'm just going to tell him to fuck off," you reply and billy shakes his head.

"That's not going to work. Just tell him what you saw," he says quietly.

"I can tell him to trust me, he will." You pull into the driveway and park the Camaro next to your car. You left plenty of space for Steve to park his vehicle.

Steve was going to kill you. You knew it. There was no way in hell he was going to happily except his worst enemy into his home.

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Steve pulled into the driveway and saw Billy's Camaro parked in the driveway. It was four am. There was only one thing two young adults would be doing at four am. One thing.

Thoughts - horrible thoughts - raced through Steve's head as he raced out of his car and opened the front door. He tossed off his shoes and noticed something; he didn't hear anything?

He was careful to be quiet. He didn't want to spook yall. He sees you in the kitchen with a smile. And of course; Billy Hargrove.

"Hello?" Steve asks you. You look over at him and your smile fades. Steve is still confused. "it's four am?" He takes note of the bruises littering Billy's face.

"Yes, we were worried sick about you. It is four am, why are you just know getting home?" You play scold and Billy stifles a laugh.

"I was- no why are you two up? And why are you in my house?" Steve realizes why. He knew you had said Neil was a real asshole, he just didn't realize neil was a different type of asshole then he had assumed

Billy didn't take hits like that in fights. He delivered those type of hits. If hell froze over then Steve still wouldn't believe those hits came from another kid.

"No sex in my house," Steve says with a sigh as he points to the two of you. He didn't want to push. It wouldn't get him anywhere other then the dog house.

"What if you aren't home?" Billy asks and you laugh. Steve turns red and shakes his head no before storming out speechless.

"That went well, you wanna try to go to sleep now? Or do you want to watch Carrie?" You ask and billy smiles.

"We can go to sleep, but I don't think Carrie is the best movie to fall asleep to," he says and places a kiss on your forehead. You take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. Sleep might just work this time.

Steve was listening the whole time. His suspicion was confirmed. Billy was here because he was upset, not to get into your pants.

Steve wasn't happy, but he also wasn't mad. He was at meats glad that you both weren't doing something bad. That was enough for now.

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[sin-sidejob]

hello ghostJR anon here!!, If you want to of course, can you EHEM- got me all nervous now uhhh- ghost JR window sex with mc pressed against one of the windows and him just loving the vieww 👀👀

Ghost!JR Scheimpough x GN AFAB Reader

A Haunting Display

warnings: smut, NSFW, minors DNI, p-in-v smut, ghost sex, monsterfucking I guess?? Specter sex?? Heh. Anyways, porn. AFAB Reader who wears a dress and has "tits", non-descript. Use of pet names and terms of endearment such as baby, pretty little thing, peach, and bunny. Here, he's a mid-century man and speaks + fucks like it

contents: smut, against a window smut, it’s just smut and you fuck a smarmy ghost. Can I tell you it’s smut again?? here’s the link to my Halloween fic with ghost JR Scheimpough + here’s the link to the art that started it all from Skoshibuns on Instagram + tag list: @damnitkyla + 💤 anon honorable mentions lol — can be read independently of the work this is based on or together, whatever gets your rocks off length: 2.7k note: anon, I got VERY carried away with the concept — many thanks to you, little sinner ;)

Having a ghostly roommate didn’t turn out so bad, especially now that you have company and companionship and a partner that knows he’s lucky to have you. You’re quite fortunate that JR’s got a tendency to show you just how appreciative and grateful he is for your presence.

Including now, as he interrupted your Sunday cleaning when you tried to wipe down the windows to coming up from behind and helping you make a mess of them.

“What’re you up to here?”

You turn back from where you stand before the upstairs hallway window, spray bottle of glass cleaner in one hand and an old rag in the other.

“Just cleaning! Saw from outside when I got back from work yesterday that the window looked a bit smudged,” smiling up at him, brows raised, face innocent, “just figured I could clean it up before it started to bother me.”

JR hums, noncommittal, and you go back to cleaning the window and humming along to the song stuck in your head idly and moving along as you wipe the glass, hearing the warping noise as you go along.

As you try and clean the bottom half of the floor to ceiling length window, you kneel and send the skirt of your dress pooling around your thighs as you wipe the glass clean, revealing more clarity. By the time you stand after setting down the cleaner and rag, you feel the air shift and know JR’s hovering.

“Hello again.”

About to turn, you feel his cold hands wrap around your waist and settle low on your belly, head near yours. “Hi there.”

You purse your lips and try to look at him from the angle, brows furrowed but amused nonetheless. “What’re you up to? You’re a bit clingy today.”

“What, is there something wrong with holding onto you?” JR sends back, speaking into the skin of your neck and sending a chill up your spine with the icy touch. “Why don’t you take a break so you can warm me up?”

“C’mon JR,” You whine, pouting yourself, “I need to clean, I just got this window done and I should do the others.” His eyes flicker with something you don't necessarily recognize and before you know it, he’s got you against the window, encircled by the chill of the glass and of him.

“Look too good to pass up,” he mutters low and hollow in your ear, “shame that you’ll have to clean this window again.” JR grins brightly into the column of your throat, more felt than seen, while his hands drift to your dress and undo the little button on the side and the tied bow, letting it fall and pool at your ankles and does the same to your panties.

He's stripped you bare before the window, the risk that met the proposed reward fleeting as he smooths a hand down your now bare belly to splay across your mons and lower stomach, rubbing at the flushed skin there and feeling you twitch at the chill he always brings, even to the most heated parts of yourself.

You hiss as your nipples pebble against the cool of the glass, chills raise across your body, standing your hair on edge, biting your lip as he soothes you in soft praise, nearly warmed by it as he cups your sex while you stand bare.

He's clothed this time, not like it matters because if your neighbors walk down the street or stare a bit too hard at the third floor of the house, they'll just get a view of you alone with your tits out and squished against the window pane.

"C'mon baby, let me have a chance to show you off'a little, you know how quiet it can be in this house," JR murmurs, nosing at your jaw and breathing shakily once you mewl as his fingers finally curl in the heat of your cunt, the warmth felt in his spine as yours does, feeding off the fire you produce, licking the flames like he does the sweat off your neck. "There's my pretty thing, cooing all sweet for me, taking my fingers so well. So fuckin' pretty," JR comments, kissing your cheek as the other presses to the glass, watching the puffs of your panting breath fogging the glass.

"JR, p-please," you whine, lifting your leg against the glass a bit for him to get the message, his hand lowering from your waist to curl on the underside of your knee, raising it against the window to expose your cunt to the cool of the air. He whistles when he catches the reflection, spotting the shine of your slick from the smears between your thighs and the way it glosses the puffy lips of your pussy, drenched and gleaming for him all on display.

"Looking mighty fine there peach, wish I had a camera," JR croons as he smooths your hair back to nestle his head on your shoulder, wrapping an arm around your torso to squeeze at your tit while the other slides from your walls with a lewd, resounding squelch that makes you moan aloud, brokenly, allowing JR to watch your throat bob in the reflection.

"Maybe a — ah, fuuck — a-another time, baby," you mutter, rocking your hips back and whining once you feel his erection against your ass, wanting him deep like yesterday, like last year. It's promising, the idea of having him documented and real as he pumps your cunt with abandon, and it sends your belly clenching taut with the concept. JR seems to like your reaction, because he makes a noise of approval, guttural and from deep in his chest, sounding it out in a groan of your name as he presses against your back as he cages you in.

“I’ll hold you to it,” 

He punctuates his words with grinds against your backside, a hand cupping the cleft of your ass cheek to widen between your legs so he can slide himself in the pooling slick of your sex. “God, sound so good — ya’hear that?” 

And how could you not? As JR slicks himself in your arousal, you hear it, lewd and raunchy and utterly debauched as you gush for him, thighs sticky and letting him fluidly shift back and forth, drawing in and out until the cockhead catches at your clit. You nod, unable to not hear how wet you are for him in the quiet of the house. 

“Pretty pussy’s practically cryin’ for me baby, and you didn’t want to take a break,” he chides, pointed teeth precariously draping over vital veins, grazing with mirth rather than malice, “want me to let you go back to cleaning?” 

Shaking your head, you sigh breathily and give a weak “Nuh uh” in disagreement, leaning your weight back onto him with his chest supporting your lax spine, easing the burden of standing as he toys with you like a doll. 

“Gonna’ have to speak up, peach,” JR shoots back, tone of voice making it sound like a suggestion, but even when cock-drunk, you know better, “wanna’ have you earn it, right pretty baby?” 

“Yessir,” you slur, tongue heavy as he drags his cock between your lips and covers the sound of your moan with a hand he brings to your lips from your cunt, saturated in your desire as you swallow it down eagerly, hollowing your cheeks as you peer back at him through the glass at his eyes, nearly translucent beyond the glint in them. It always reminds you that he’s not truly a good man, never was one. 

It’s a good thing you don’t care. And besides, he more than makes up for it in how he lays you down. 

“Wanna’ be good f’you, take everything you give me.” 

“That’s right, such a good little bunny. Now breathe for me, I’ve got you,” he gives as a brief warning, shifting your ass and thigh up so he can lean his cock back to sink it deep into your cunt, slowly bottoming out as he hears your cunt suck him in, taking every inch of him. 

You shudder when you feel him knock at your cervix, fat cockhead rubbing deep enough for you to feel it when you inhale, noting the base of him that never fits anyhow as he rocks back and forth slowly, balls patting at your ass as he speeds up. With one hand pressed in support to the window surface, you lean the other back around his neck to nestle in his hair and tug approvingly when his strokes hit just right. 

“Fuck, right there, give it to me please baby,” you beg outright, uncaring about anything other than cumming around his cock and getting stuffed full, certainly forgetting about the window and the whole voyeur thing JR has going on. However, he hadn’t and fulfills your wishes by snapping his hips faster as requested with a dual purpose, especially since he’s got the attention of that pesky neighbor of yours, the one who can’t seem to get the hint and continues to flirt with you. 

By now, seeing you getting fucked against the glass and literally drooling against it by him, using a little flair to make sure he seems as real as possible and nearly human, and how he fucks the breath and sanity from you, JR assumes that your neighbor will leave you the fuck alone. 

He’d also admit he’s gotten quite a bit closer to cumming from having someone see you as fucked-out as you are when it's all because of him. 

The hand that tugs taut at his hair gets him to focus more of his attention on you instead of grinning through the glass, even if he is pleased as punch. “About to cum?” 

You nod, eyes watery in the weight of overwhelmed tears, lip puffy and slick in your spit from you gnawing on it as you gasp and cry for him as he splits you open on his cock, the sound of him colliding in smacks of his hips against your ass have your lids fluttering even as you try and shift your hips back. 

“That’s it baby, fuck yourself on me, nearly there with’ya,” JR groans, snaking a hand from your waist down to your clit again, collecting some slick where it pools at your lips, raising it back up to roll his fingertips over your bundle of nerves in smooth strokes and start spelling out his name, the full one he’s only whispered to you once you’ve fallen asleep most nights. 

Even though you don’t know what he’s spelling, or even what he’s doing beyond piping you well and sending your belly taut as you feel your orgasm building, clenching around him and hearing him stifle a nearly pained sounding groan against the skin of your shoulder. The nosy neighbor is no longer his concern. Rather, getting you to cum around him as soon as possible becomes the highest goal and his one priority. 

His other hand guides your faltering hips back and forth as he slows his pace to go deeper, kissing at your cervix with his cockhead every time he bottoms out, loving the wet splurching noise your cunt makes every time he slides in and out thoroughly. 

With a few more swipes of your clit, you’re nearly there, mewling incoherent words to him as he fucks you dumb against the window, any thoughts emerging as pants against now-heated glass that fog the surface. “Atta’ babe, m’almost there, just gotta’ give me a second, okay?” 

You coo in response, pleased and a bit drowsy with your eyes half-lidded, tits squished between yourself and the window panes. JR’s grip on your fleshy hip tightens, squeezing the dough of your side in his hand as he rubs at your clit. You’re glad you’ve got him standing you up, your knees had given out long ago. 

“Wanna’ cum, c’mon JR, baby please, fuck, fuck — need it.” 

“Need, oh f-fuck, need wha’ peach?” he falters as your cunt clenches taut, feeling himself nearly cum then and there, getting back to his pace as he kisses at your neck. 

“Need your cum, need it s’bad,” whining, you tell him, shifting your hips back with his guidance as you jut your lip out in a pout, tugging on his hair and eliciting another groan from him. 

The admission gets him going, pinching at your clit as he releases deep into your cunt with a cry of your name, deeply uttered into the salt of your skin. The cool of him within your cunt sends you gushing not a whole moment later, neck craned back as you cry aloud open-mouthed, arching against him as he holds onto you, fucking the both of you through your climaxes in short, stuttery thrusts. 

He weakens after a while, slowing to a stop where he locks his knees back to support you, feeling himself flicker from solid to semi-transparent. JR’s eyes are closed shut, head knelt to your shoulder as if in prayer, meanwhile you’ve got your head leaned atop his, meagerly blinking your eyes open to catch a glimpse of the ceiling. 

You falter, setting your weight onto your own feet before catching yourself and leaning back, letting JR’s hand shift to wrap his arm around your waist, easing you to remain still as his other hand guides his now-soft cock out from you, making him hiss once the air greets him as you whine, clenching around nothing due to his absence. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up then into bed for a nap, peach,” JR suggests, exhaustion lacing his tone as he tucks himself back into his pants before reaching for your clothes on the floor, leaving the cleaning products behind for him to take care of later. It’s the least he can do anyhow. 

You hum, turning around and leaning against his side as he walks you to your bedroom, his shoes clacking against the hardwood as your bare feet softly tread. 

JR eases you into the en suite bathroom so he can wipe you down between your thighs, letting you sit at the edge of the tub as he does so, smiling a tad as he realizes that he finally addresses you here in a nearly similar condition. 

“Doing so well for me, almost done,” he praises, kissing at the swells of your cheeks, his hand cupping your jaw as his thumb smooths over the indent of the glass against your face. He guides you back to bed after, tossing the rag in the dirty clothes bin on the way out as he snags a shirt and a pair of baggy shorts for you, helping you into them and then under the covers. 

JR watches as you nestle into bed, a dopey and freshly-fucked smile upon your face meeting his own, unable to not match the joy you radiate. A beat passes and he goes to leave and let you sleep before you break the silence. 

“So, Hank saw?” 

He blinks, tilting his head and feigning confusion, hiding the bob of his throat.. “Hank?” 

“The neighbor that keeps bothering me that you want to kill, the one who took a good look at my tits while you were plowing me like a workman’s horse,” you offer as you smooth the covers over your waist, curling up against the pillows and staring up at him from where he sits at the edge of the bed. 

He hesitates before muttering out a quiet “maybe” that makes you snicker, nose upturning as you nearly giggle, wriggling deeper into the bed and its comfort. 

“Eh, fuck him. I don’t think he’ll be messing with me anymore.” murmuring, you shut your eyes as you continue to giggle, dark and devilish as you grin against the pillows, peeking at him between little fits of laughter. 

He heads out, fading more and more as he heads to the door, nearly glassy in how the sharpest features are his eyes, glinting beneath his metal-edged frames. JR falters though, lingering by the door as you whisper his name, getting his head to turn just as you smile soft, adoringly, and it nearly breaks his heart how perfect you look in this moment. 

“Thank you JR.” 

He smiles and it wrinkles the lines in his face, making him look like a happier man. 

“Anytime peach.”

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[pangtasias-atelier]

Hello I love your work. Could I get a story of Ryoma and Kaden being caught in a magic trap by enemy mage, forcing them to grow larger and larger, making it easier for the enemy to capture them and use them just to stuff them up, thank you

Oh fuck yeah a Ryoma story asbjsbsns. Ryoma was actually my very first summoner support and I treated him with so much care before pushing him to the side with Grima lmao. Though I still love him, I mostly used him in feh cause got lucky with him and he was my best unit back then.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story cause had fun with it and also did like a little like kinda brainwashing. It's what K-ga would've wanted

Warning: This is a fetish story!

The Kitsune Hamlet always a steep, treacherous path to traverse, the tiring journey is at least alleviated from the wondrous landscape with so much of the area left to nature’s own whimsy. Hoshido currently in fall, the browns and oranges of the forest help the kitsune blend into their scenery; even on the main road that is unkept from minimal usage to such a secluded area. No one knows who created the path. Not even the kitsune’s leader, Kaden, the path most likely created by humans who could barely parse left from right on the dense, forested mountain. Despite the narrow, winding path, it is the safest, most secure path up and down the hamlet. The path is also littered with multiple stops along the way to ensure as smooth a travel as possible.

This is not one of those journeys.

Unfortunately for the two descending, Ryoma had decided to follow the advice of Kaden. Surely one as experienced in leaving and returning to Kitsune's Hamlet would know every inch of the land? Wrong; Kaden had gotten the two lost only a dozen feet off the beaten path, and so embarrassed —plus his own ignorance in never truly being aware when it came to directions— over his mistake, Kaden kept quiet over his mistake.

“Hmmm,” Kneeling in front of a large tree, the mature thing far wider and larger than the rest in the area, Ryome sighs as he spots the pebble he left in between the tree’s roots the first time they had passed by it over an hour ago. Ryoma’s face is pensive as he stands up. “Perhaps it would help us if we walked down the mountain at this rate, Kaden,”

“Nah I got this. So what if I got us turned around just a little? I’ll ge-”

Ryoma waits no time in interrupting Kaden, initially hopeful that the kitsune would at least be able to admit his blunder. “This is the third time we have passed this tree. I’ll lead. Or else night will have come and we’ll still be here,”

“Oh come on. I’m sure my tribe wouldn’t mind having you stay another day,” But Kaden follows Ryoma without any other complaints after he looks up through the canopy, the orange hues of the sun’s lowering position in the sky. 

With no more side distractions, the two fit men make quick work of the mountain during their descent. They longer have to see the same set of trees and rocks, instead seeing other, equally fascinating sets of trees and rocks. The sounds of running water off in the distance along with the chirping of unseen birds liven the two’s now rather silent trek; the only noise the two make themselves are the crunching of fallen, dead leaves under Ryoma and Kaden’s boots and sandals respectively. The two walk side by side upon Ryoma’s insistence; Kaden always trailing off to scout whatever catches his fancy whenever leading the way and just as easily prone to do the very same when following someone else. Ryoma holds Kaden by the hand, the two’s hands easily and comfortably interlinked with each other. The journey down the mountain goes smoothly at first, all the way until the two reach a flat area of terrain.

Kaden sniffs at the air with his head raised. Ears twitching, his nose scrunches up. “Uh Ryoma? Let’s go this way,” Pointing with his unoccupied right hand slightly back where they came from, Kaden takes one confident step to where he pointed.

He doesn’t budge at all from his spot.

“We’ll get lost again,” Ryoma shakes his head. Though he holds zero irritation in his demeanor, instead finding Kaden’s cluelessness rather cute. “Just trust me, okay?” Ryoma keeps his pace, considering the matter resolved. 

Kaden keeps sniffing the air as they hike down the mountain. The strange odor he smelled earlier fades away as they walk away. Eventually, the stench is nearly gone, nothing more than a faint far off smell. But still, the sensation stays in Kaden’s mind; the stench nowhere near as pungent as anything else, the odor still felt awful, as if something man made. Which shouldn’t be the case when the two of them should be the only ones on the mountain beside his tribe. 

Kaden’s tail stiffens after a few more paces. Unable to smell anything, he instead feels it; the very same sensation reaching and grasping him. 

“Are you okay? Perhaps I can stay another night with you in your hamlet. You don’t seem well,” Ryoma presses the palm of his hand to Kaden’s forehead. He stops himself from recoiling, but the shock is still evident on his face, Kaden's flushed face burning up out of nowhere.

Kaden’s gut gurgles. Clutching his stomach, Kaden winces. “Magic…” 

“Kaden!” Ryoma grabs Kaden by the shoulders; he keeps him steady, as if Kaden were to fall at any instant —which he might if Kaden's sudden, pained groans are any indication. Ready to rush him back, the adrenaline in Ryoma's body vanishes as an extra bit of flab appears on Kaden's new little belly. At least, he blames his shock on his sluggish, tired state. But in reality, the magic takes hold on him, the immaterial essence snaking its entire potential on the human. Ryoma's eyes are clenched shut. A pit of burning flames envelops his entire gut. He falls to his knees not long after the spell starts, arms clutching his flat stomach. Able to still hear Kaden's much less pained moans, Ryoma's attention quickly shifts over to himself as he hears his own stomach churn and groan, from discomfort and hunger alike.

Having forgone his armor, the heavy, plated metal useless in what should've been a peaceful visit, the jutting curve of his stomach that lurches forward is met with little resistance with only the soft, silken fabric of his shirt to inhibit its growth. Ryoma's abdomen broadens, a generous layer of flab protruding where moderately defined abs used to be. The doughy crest of flab protrudes from his shirt, the lowest roll of belly fat sneaking past the fabric now. Likewise, his chest fills out generously. Ryoma's pecs lose any semblance of definition to them; instead, two hefty breasts replace them, both tits slowly filling out his shirt as the magic's hold on him strengthens. Ryoma's body is not the only aspect of him to be affected, his entire being being rejected by the spell.

Kaden suffers much less than his companion. The spell clearly meant for kitsunes, the already potent magic is like a steady flow of water compared to the crashing torrent of waves Ryoma faces with kitsunes much more resistant to spells. His body slowly fills out. His defined chest gains some extra heft to it, the rounded out set of breasts pressing up against the plunging neckline of his half tied top. His arms fill out the tight fit of his sleeves; two flabby biceps stretch out the barely stretchable fabric. Kaden's pants made of the same material, the legging-like lower apparel outlines the blubbery pair of thighs that continue to widen and enlarge with fat. The spell affecting Kaden less, the magical transformation also affects his body differently.  Kaden's lower half takes on a larger brunt of the weight. His pants try their hardest to stay on him, the fabric already near its final use only partly through his growth. Kaden still fattening up, the magic begins to ease on him, the later stages of his expansion much less painful now. He takes deep breaths as he feels his body no longer clamp up as before. Loosening his grip, Kaden doesn’t bother to inspect himself —a sight of clothes straining and beginning to tear from covering too big a body— in favor of glancing at Ryoma who is still on the floor.

Ryoma is now lying on his back, the large dome of his belly jutting and rising up into the sky. His hands clench his aching head, loose strands of his thick brown hair escaping between his pudgy fingers. Ryoma is already at least a hundred pounds heavier compared to Kaden’s form, and still growing, the shirt that now serves as a bra that only grows tighter around his swelling form proof of his ongoing fattening. 

“R-ryoma!” Kaden waddles over to him. His ass jostles behind him, the burgeoning fat ass straining his pants to their very limit. His gut shakes likewise. His top is still held together by a tied sash that is no longer as loose as before. The thin strip of fabric presses into his gut and nearly splits his belly fat into two separate bulging sections. Kaden kneels beside him. The tearing of fabric seems to echo in the forest, the back of his pants ripping right down the very center. Despite the blush on his face, Kaden tries to pay not much attention to it; instead, he places both of his hands on the upper swelling mass of lard that makes up Ryoma’s gut. Kaden’s ears curl ever so slightly as Ryoma looks at him, the king’s pupils dilated.

“Hrghh-who?” Ryoma shouts at the stranger. “My head,,,” Ryoma grits his teeth as he tries to get up, the buzzing of his head slowly losing its vigor but still remaining with a monotone ache in the very back of his mind, not too dissimilar from the crackle of energy Raijinto buzzes with when unsheathed. “My head hurts,”

Kaden immediately goes to help him up. “Ryoma, it’s me, Kaden,” He points to himself, placing both his hands on his pudgy chest that still swells out before wrapping an arm behind Ryoma’s back —an arm that barely manages to make the distance across such a wide, flabby back. “We have to get you back to Hoshido and return you back to normal. I’m sure your retainers and everyone else will be worried to see their king like this. And I’m sure they’ll kill me when they see you,” Kaden murmurs the last sentence to himself, smiling at his companion as he helps him up. 

“Hoshido,,,” Ryoma blinks, furiously opening and shutting his eyes. The beautiful capital and its castle in his mind, the clear image grows hazier with each subsequent vision. His own mental depiction of himself blurs as well, the adept warrior replaced with nothing more than a glutton. “Lies! A king couldn’t be this fat,” Ryoma’s breath quickens. Like a heat flash, his face is marred with perspiration. Ryoma still grows and widens out and his mental depiction of himself does the same. Quickly blowing up from an already obese state, Ryoma becomes even fatter; his entire figure becomes caked in fat, the hefty portions of lard quickly slathered onto his frame like clay on a pot. 

“Then tell me, Ryoma, what could you possibly be if not king?” Kaden challenges back. Helping Ryoma waddle, the two’s attempts are laughable. Both of them struggling from their own weight, the limited space from the two obese men make it even more difficult with two large sloshing bellies slapping against one another. Ryoma’s much larger gut sags further down, the slab of lard reaching all the way to just above his over swollen knees. Kaden’s ass the largest aspect of him, Ryoma still beats him in size from the sheer difference between the two; the two blubbery asses that are no longer fit for chair are pressed against each other, the sides of their rears, squishing. 

Ryoma thinks long and hard over the question. And yet, he comes up just as empty as his thunderous gut. Until a figure pops into his brain, another heavyset individual not quite as large as himself. “All I know is you,” Ryoma admits, able to still remember Kaden from being with him during his sudden change. Kaden remains the only constant in Ryoma’s head as the two swell out.

“That’s a start! Just trust me and I’ll get us out of this predicament,” Kaden’s tail swishes behind him. The fluffy tail seems much smaller now compared to his widened, obese figure. So elated by Ryoma’s response, Kaden pays little attention to his companion. Instead, he focuses on getting the two back to his hamlet first and to figure out the rest later and not on the walk that continuously grows harder as they grow softer.

Ryoma on the last legs of the curse, his groaning stomach gurgles even louder. The grumbling begins to sound out even more often, the noise eventually becoming constant. He speaks to himself all the while, muttering to himself about Hoshido and being king. He even nods along to Kaden who speaks to him about such things. And yet, the words still feel foreign to him, his memories unable to conjure up anything about such fairy tales of ideas.

*Guuuurgle*

Ryoma’s stomach sounds out one last noise for more than a minute. Suddenly ravenous, his gut yearns for food as his figure crests to its final weight. His body practically surging in fat, Ryoma finds himself extremely taxed just from standing. Ryoma morbidly obese, his enormous gut is the largest aspect of himself. The massive wobbling gut sags past his crotch, far past his crotch. The lowest heft of belly fat manages to sag even past his knees now, his knees burdened by a roll of thigh fat that lurches onto it to limit the flexibility of the limbs. His pants are in complete tatters now, strips of fabric that only remains on him by managing to wedge themselves in between the jutting, folding rolls of flab that make up his meaty tree trunk sized thighs. His cankles so caked in fat, the circular roll of flab that encases them sags onto his feet; the fattened limbs wobble like the rest of him. Ryoma’s ass juts behind him. The two enormously sized ass cheeks sag behind him with not enough support for them. Each cheek rivals his former size, the fattened Ryoma able to smother his former lithe size with his rear —not that he can even picture himself so, such a thing nothing but a figment of imagination. Ryoma’s breasts free, the two breasts splay to the side. Even as he stands, the two breasts rest on Ryoma’s jutting love handles, the upper set, Ryoma fat enough to have two sets now. Ryoma’s arms are two hams for biceps, the overly coated in flab arms pressing against his plush set of breasts even as they are forced at an angle from his size. His moobs are larger than any person’s biceps, the two meaty breasts also larger than his own flabby head. Ryoma’s flabby porcine cheeks soften his once angular appearance. His third chin gives the same effect along with his less visible neck that is taken over by flabby neck rolls. 

Despite his size, Ryoma still walks. Huffing, his face turns a bright red from exertion. Clearly on the last vestiges of mobility, he does his best to appease his friend, the cheery obese kitsune, the only person he can trust. And like a tome, his memories seem to open themselves to him, Ryoma remembering his past. Ryoma remembers it all. He remembers living with Kaden, the two simply gorging themselves each and every day. The two enjoying each other’s company with only good food and wine, everything else is still a haze to Ryoma, each location nothing more than the barest nondescript location he can’t even place a name to. Ryoma begins to grope his breast with his free hand, the sausage for fingers slowly reaching lower to fondle the parts of his stomach that he can still reach. 

“I remember, now,”  Ryoma comes crashing to the floor after his slow declaration. His fat pools all around him, his gut rests on top of his enormous thighs. His enormity shakes from the purposeful fall. He enjoys his break, rewarding himself with deep breaths.

“Ugh that’s great but,,,” Kaden arches his back and fans himself. Now free from supporting Ryoma’s weight, he still has to contest with his own. Kaden is practically a miniature, thinner version of Ryoma. At most three hundred pounds less than the barely mobile Ryoma that can probably no longer walk without help, Kaden is still a rather rotund, shapely figure. His stomach large enough to droop just about to his crotch, the pale pudgy belly just not far enough to where the lower portion of Kaden’s fat pad is visible. Kaden’s entire lower half is naked. His non-stretch pants unable to withstand the weight long ago, Kaden’s thick thighs are on full display. The shapely legs are even wider than his own gut with Kaden rather bottom heavy. So much weight down there makes it difficult for Kaden to waddle. Especially with his large ass that sports more folds of flab than his gut did a hundred or two pounds back. Kaden’s chest is also rather large, the two moobs obscenely filled with fat; the two breasts are almost a third of the size of his gut, the two large breasts almost the size of Ryoma’s own fat tits. His arms rather large, the two undersides of his appendages sport a hefty coating of flab that sag whenever he lifts the two large, fatty biceps. 

Kaden takes large refreshing gulps of air as he catches his breath. “We gotta get back to the hamlet first and then figure out way to Hoshido,”

“We don’t live there. We live together. And we missed our meal together. I’m so hungry,” As if to punctuate his whine, Ryoma’s stomach churns, the sound even managing to make Kaden wince from its guttural sound.

“Oh no no no no,” With wide eyes, Kaden goes to try and pick up Ryoma. But no matter how much he tries, the obese kitsune is far too tired to pick up the even fatter human. And so, Kaden takes a seat himself to catch his breath. He rests against Ryoma, using him like a large boulder. A much softer boulder, Kaden nearly draping himself on his gut. “Tell me what you remember,”

Ryoma smiles from Kaden’s embrace; the sensation is familiar to him, like something they’ve always done according to his memories. “We live together and eat as much as we please. And we haven’t eaten since our second lunch,” He hums to himself at the thought of food, rubbing his gut with both hands over indulging on a heavy course of dinner to make up for lost time,”

Kaden sighs. Deciding to sort whatever is going on with Ryoma later, he only nods to his statement in favor of saving his energy for getting back to the hamlet.

“If it’s food you want, we can help you,” 

Kaden sharply turns his head. Nothing in his sight, he struggles to get himself in a standing position.

“Mmmphh phhmm,” 

“Ryoma!” Kaden still getting up, he panics when he hears Ryoma grunt. Taking a step away from him and turning around, he rests a hand on his love handle as he catches his breath. 

Ryoma greedily devours the cooked ham he now holds in his hands, the sweet glaze that drips down the still warm meat coating his pudgy face. His massive arms practically embrace his head while he eats the best that he can. And beside Ryoma are a group of mages, the men sneering at their prey with an entire carriage behind them.

“I-” Scrambling for his beast stone, Kaden doesn’t even question when he finds it stored underneath his right boob. He channels the stored energy only to find himself still staring at the mages in his same form, Kaden now too fat to properly transform.

“Don’t even bother trying anything,” Clearly the leader of the group —if the size of his muscles and stature are any indication, the mage laughs as he approaches Kaden. “We were only expecting Kitsune but I’m sure our buyer will enjoy taking such a fine specimen as well,” He cocks his head toward Ryoma. The barely mobile amnesiac is already walking with the other men who support him. Ryoma still eats the large ham all the while. They push him onto the carriage, several of them grabbing him by the ass just to get him on it. And the carriage tilts afterwards while he happily eats to his heart's content with more food waiting him. 

“What are you doing with Ryoma?” Kaden realizes his mistake immediately after saying his name. 

Each and every bandit stares at the obese Ryoma. “Buuurrrp!” Is all Ryoma responds with before digging into more of the pile of food. 

“No king would act like that!”

“You idiot, so many damned parent gave their kids that damned name after the king was born,”

“Damn he can pack it away,”

The entire group of bandits persuaded from Ryoma’s own lack of knowledge, they each go back into preparing themselves for the journey back.

“Now, how ‘bout you join your friend and make this nice and easy for me. I’ve already got a freak of a buyer who’d gladly want you. And the nicer you start behaving,” The mage stands right up next to Kaden, grabbing his belly and slapping it. “I’m sure the better I’ll be able to sell your buddy along with you,”

“Kaden,,,” Ryoma wheezes out in the distance, completely oblivious to the situation as long as he has food in front of him. “The food’sh sho goood, come oon,” Going back to gorging, Ryoma practically begs from the distance. 

Seeing little chance to escape by himself and absolutely none together, Kaden makes his decision, definitely unwilling to let Ryoma be by himself. “I’ll go with you,” He compliantly walks himself to the carriage and ignores the group of men who slap his ass as he walks past them.

As soon as he takes a seat —the carriage tipping even more with their combined weight— the entire group of bandits immediately hit the road with their new cargo left alone. Neither of them are even tied up with both of them so fat to even properly escape now. Kaden sulks to himself. At least until something pushes him over and knocks the wind out of him, a boulder seemingly crushing him. 

The boulder far softer than an actual one, Ryoma peers down at Kaden the best he can with both their fat getting in the way. “Have shome food,” Still eating away —Ryoma now eating kebabs from the bandits surprisingly well stocked stash for their fatties— Ryoma stuffs Kaden’s mouth with jerky. Despite the experience being new to him, Ryoma does both without a hassle, even fondling and groping Kaden’s chest in between feeding himself.

Kaden forced onto the floor, he merely submits himself with nothing to do against the situation. Especially when he finds the complaints in the back of his throat dying down, returning Ryoma’s own grabs with equal enjoyment.

#my writing #fat emblem #male weight gain #ssbhm #feeder emblem #fat fiction #maleweightgain

[sapphicdib]

Catching up on the Rot AU rn and foaming at the mouth its so creative!! I love when the rot has a possessive hindmind effect >:3 And them trying to convince their lovers to join them aaaaaah and Pebs developing a crush on Sig AAAAAAAAH

Speaking of, does Pebbles feel guilty for having feelings for Sig when he (presumably) still loves Sun? And does Sig know of Pebs feelings, or is she oblivious (or even... return some themself?)

-artimybeloved (blogname lol)

AHH TY!!!

SIG IS VERY AWARE OF PEBBLES’ CRUSH AND THINKS ITS ADORABLE (and does return the feelings hehe). Pebbles does feel bad bc he really does love Suns, but the pain of being pushed away by them makes him a little less guilty, and because the rot makes him and Sig pretty attuned to each other, it almost makes him forget entirely at times. Ted (hello!! <3) described it as seeming like a kinda fungal/mycelium network between infected iterators, which I think is pretty cool.

Also considering I ship Sig with literally everyone you KNOW i had to somehow shove ragequit into this (can you believe that’s the fucking ship name i’m obsessed) and plus flustered Pebbles/flirty annoying Sig is always great. He DOES eventually get Suns back, and after that point him n Sig aren’t super romantically involved anymore, especially when Suns…well. I’m keeping that detail to myself for a little while >:) I’m making a longer comic about THAT unfortunate development hehe

ALSO: IF YOU HAVE SENT ME AN ASK IN THE PAST COUPLE DAYS I PROMISE IM READING THEM AND APPRECIATE THEM ALL!! I’m trying my very best to get art out, but unfortunately I am incredibly slow at drawing so it’s taking me a minute! The amount of love this au has gotten makes me so so happy and I’m SUPER excited to share it with y’all!!

#rain world #rw ragequit #ragequit rw #<- idk what fuckin order to put that in #rot au #letters #my art #THANK U!!

[thereal-true-ogilvie]

Hello everyone welcome BACK to: I talk about Benrey for a minute here!

Today we will talk about everyone's favorite: Mischaracterization in Fanfiction!

[I want to preface this with a very important note. Anything I bring up here is NOT something I'm complaining about. I LOVE mischaracterizing my little guy sometimes, especially by making him more like me, heart emoji. I just also know what's wrong so I mischaracterize him in a better and more accurate way /ref]

Now, the most common little thing is him showing basically any emotion in a human/allistic way. Laughter is pretty much the only exception, followed only by whining. He would NOT apologize and he would NOT break down sobbing. In fact I don't believe he has tear ducts he forgor to make them.

[as user needsmoreexplosions has said in the replies, this is hyperbolic! he does show plenty of emotions, just more muted than you'd expect. The first act has more bursts of emotion than the later acts as well. They brought up the "dont FUCKING talk to me" and I mentioned him yelling to Tommy happily. However, there's still not MANY examples. I'm going to rb this with every example of strong emotion he conveys and itll probably be shorter than this post. again. i love people making him emotional anyways, even if its not quite in character]

If he were to learn that Regular People Can't Respawn, he wouldn't go crying and apologizing to Gordon. He would go "oops." He would complain that no one told him. He would make fun of Gordon for not being able to respawn.

See:

"Benrey's not on this team anymore, apparently."

"Yo what- why would you say that, that's so mean."

[Whining, not crying. Always]

SPEAKING OF WHICH. The arm thing. A LOT of people tend to go with "he was trying to get the trackers out/hev suit off," when Dr. Coomer literally says, "I think they're just spiteful." He was getting back at Gordon for all the times he like. Shot him or somethin idk. People are right that he didn't expect the soldiers to cut off his arm, but he also DID expect them (and hype them up) to kill him. Not so he'd respawn without the hev suit or with his passport, just because "hey everyone else has died. And you are so mean to me. Your turn."

He doesn't act like a cat or crave attention, I'm so sorry fic writers [again, it's so fun and I love it tho, so keep doing it please] In fact, he loves to fuck off and leave the team, he does not need their attention. And, when given attention, he tends to just be mildly confused or antagonistic.

And he's not obsessed with the passports, guys! Let me get my fuckin 26-page document up rq... He says Passport/ID 26 times in Act 1 [yo what the fuck what a cool coincidence..... That's actually fucking awesome], then literally once in Act 2 and it wasn't even directed at Gordon. He doesn't say it at all in Act 3, though he does say One (1) time how much he loves his. He says it 6 times in Act 4, ALL of which are during his Boss Fight.

People make him a gamer. Yes, he is 100% but they make him the wrong KIND of gamer. He's not a Minecraft Animal Crossing Mario Kart gamer, he talks about Heavenly Sword, God of War, Halo, MAG, Grand Theft Auto and TF2. 2 First Person Shooters, 3 very violent action/adventure games, and TF2.

[actually, speaking of this image, did anyone else catch Gordon referencing the stairs bit but with ropes? Gordon has canonically read Homestuck]

The only TV he references is All Dogs Go To Heaven 2 and Fighting Redemption which are WILDLY different. And also whatever Ms. Pebbles is.

Not necessarily a common mischaracterization, but an important tidbit is that Benrey tends to be pacifistic towards Xen creatures, and not towards scientists and later security guards. Lots of people headcanon Experimentation which, while there's not really any evidence for that, there's also no evidence against it and it's a good headcanon that I like a lot.

He likes taking pictures. (shakes fic writers) give him a photo album!!!! SCANS OF GORDON'S FEET WOULD NOT BE IN THE ALBUM HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY HAVE THOSE. IT WAS NOT A FOOTSCANNER HD HE LIED.

The things he does know vs doesn't know are. Difficult. He isn't clueless about "human Things" he understands that shaking = nervous and balled fists = angry. He doesn't know what pigeons are but he does know mayonnaise and Big Mac with Freesh Fries.

The final important bit of info. Canon is kinda... flimsy? Canonically, according to Gir, Bubby is a straight guy who FUCKS. Canonically, according to Holly, Bubby is agender and married to Dr. Coomer.

So like. Go fucking crazy! Go stupid! A a a a a!

Just be aware when you're wrong LOL

#hlvrai #god i love character analysis #benrey #i be talking

[moondancediner]

Hello! How are you??

Can I tell you how much I absolutely LOVE daydreaming?!! I love Bradley and Tess' dynamic and the fluff but also the ANGST in part 2. Tess just wants Bradley to love her but Bradley is just scared and I feel so bad for both of them.

If you are still keen on writing them, could I pretty please request to read more about them before the time that daydreaming took place?

I am obsessed with their first kiss (even though it was only a small part of the series) and their dynamic growing up and how they came to be "together but not officially but we will still be constantly touching, kiss in front of people and struggle to fall asleep without each other."

No stress if you can't but I love them and would love to read and learn more about them.

Enjoy the rest of your week and thank you for writing them :)

Hi babe! First of all, so sorry for how long this took me to get out - you asked this right after I finished Daydreaming and all ideas were just gone from my brain but inspiration finally struck - thank you Adderall.

Anywho, I hope this lives up to your expectations and fits into the DCU (daydreaming cinematic universe) nicely.

that first kiss

is this accurate to the navy? no clue, my husbands a marine so thats all i know

bradley bradshaw is a himbo i will not be taking any further questions

High school sucks. Like, seriously, whoever came up with such archaic bullshit as sitting around for eight hours every day while either someone on the precipice of death or someone young enough to pass as the same age as most of the seniors in the building drones on and on and on about nothing deserves a Nobel Prize for torture methods.

And Prom, what a stupid fucking way to end the year. As if Homecoming and Spring Fling and Senior Night and all the other stupid dances and school functions they've had all year weren't enough, sure let us throw in one more.

Tess kicked small pebbles across the sidewalk while she sulked home and contemplated all the ways that she could drop out early or injure herself severely enough that would excuse her from stepping foot in that hell hole for the next two months, but not severely enough that it would hinder her summer.

Her options were severely limited.

That, and she was way too chicken to purposefully injure herself.

Coming closer to her house, Tess completed her two rituals: checking the mail, and checking the living room window of the Bradshaw house. Both of those things left her with a dark, never-ending pit in her stomach but after nearly 18 years it was hard to break habits. Even if they were completely soul crushing.

The mailbox was full of its usual trashy magazines, bills that Tess had no interest in, coupons for the local grocery store, a letter addressed to her mom from some distant relative, and... absolutely nothing for Tess.

She tried not to let the disappointment consume her but it always did. It was like being swallowed by a tidal wave you could see miles off the coast, knowing full well it was going to pick you up and slam you against the rocky bottom, but Tess sat there anyway, watching the beautiful blue crest into white before her eyes.

Sadly, she was used to the wave, used to it rattling her brain and bones, blurring her vision for a few seconds until the facts of her life took over. She was used to this, used to not hearing from the two people she loved most in this world despite the fact that they left her high and dry more times than any person could count.

Her second disappointment came when her green eyes moved over to the left of her house, expecting to see the bay window open, yellow and white curtains billowing in the slight breeze and a blonde head of sunshine calling over to Tess, inviting her over for a glass of sweet tea and some new cookie she thought up over the weekend that Tess absolutely needed to try.

There was none of that, of course, hadn't been for some years now and the depressing, dark blue drawn curtains of Tess's new neighbors were a constant reminder of that.

She tore her eyes away from that window.

Her feet dragged all the way to her room, hands dropped the mail on the kitchen table for her mom to find when she got home and traced a pattern on the wallpaper up the stairs and to her door.

Tess's room was bright and airy and reminded her of the beach, which was exactly what Carole was going for four summers ago when she came over and declared that she needed a 'bedroom makeover'. Tess tried to tell her she had been watching too much HGTV as they combed the aisles of Home Depot for the perfect shade of blue - something bright but not neon, subdued but not dull, something that reminded you of the sky. But not sky blue. Carole insisted that she had not been watching too much TV but that she enjoyed the North Carolina shores so much she felt they needed to be indoors as well, and Tess's room was the perfect place to experiment.

The memories of Carole were hard to push away. She was her second mother for as long as she could remember. Her and Bradley were always over, the mothers were always together so they were together. She loved him like a brother - or so she thought.

When he left for the Navy, a piece of her heart left with him, a bigger piece than she anticipated. She knew it would be hard with him gone, with Carole gone alone with him, but didn't expect it to hurt the way it did and after many nights of soul searching on her roof the truth hit her so hard she almost rolled off.

She loved him - as more than a brother, as more than a friend, as more than her childhood neighbor.

She was in love with him.

And the realization left her reeling.

But now, she lay on her seafoam sheets, staring at her ceiling fan blow around and around and he was out on a ship somewhere, not thinking about her probably.

"Tess!"

Her mothers voice startled her from her thoughts and she wondered how long she had been laying in her misery.

"You have a letter!"

Nothing else would have gotten her out of bed so fast. She raced down the stairs, a smile involuntarily taking over her face, heart racing at who could've been the one to finally break the silence and respond.

"Who's it from?" She asked, out of breath, snatching the letter from her mother's perfectly manicured hands as she threw herself around the dining room table.

"Hello to you too," she simply said, raising her eyebrows at her daughter. Her daughter who was supposed to be excited and getting ready for prom, but was instead moping about the two men in her life who would never live up to her expectations. She wished she could change them, change everything about their situation, but they were too far out of her grasp of control.

"Mom," she groaned in her teenage defiance. Her mother simply smiled, roughed up her daughters hair, and made for the kitchen to decide what was for dinner tonight.

Tess looked down at the simple white envelope in her hands. She noted the lack of a return address - a good sign if there ever was one and traced her fingers over her handwritten name on the front.

Bradley.

It was his handwriting, undoubtably. The little chicken scratch that was notes passed through class, hidden messages found throughout her room and late nights helping with homework.

Tess's stomach dropped - there could be anything written in this thin envelope. Disappointment, rejection, let downs-

"Just open it, Fess,"

"I'm absorbing the moment," she said, shoulders shrugging quickly, eyes staying on the envelope as she flipped it over. Her mom rolled her eyes but laughed, moving about the kitchen in a practiced rhythm.

With quick, practiced fingers she opened the letter and pulled out one piece of folded up paper. She unfolded the thirds, and frowned to only see one sentence written on the whole sheet.

Come outside already, what are you waiting for?

Confusion covered her face, eyebrows scrunched together. What the hell does that mean!?

Tess looked up at her mother, who only wore a shit-eating grin.

"There's no way."

"Go outside and find out."

Tess never ran so fast. Barefoot, she trampled through the living room and through the front door. The Bronco sat outside, just beyond her perfectly average white picket fence yard and Bradley was there, standing up so his head was out of the roof, waving at her with that smirk on his face.

"What are you doing here!" She yelled, running towards the car. Never, in her eighteen years of life, had she ever been so surprised.

Tess hurled herself across the center console and into his open arms, laughing and screaming as she squeezed as tight as she could. He laughed with her, and the hole in her heart closed up.

-

"So, why are you not at prom?" Bradley asked her as he shoved a handful of french fries in his mouth.

"Because prom is stupid," Tess said, feet kicked up on the dashboard, "and I didn't have a date."

"I find it hard to believe that you didn't have anyone who wanted to go with you." The two of them decided to park the car at the beach so that's where they now sat, sharing fries and nuggets while they watched the sky change colors and the waves crash on the empty shore. It was still a little too cold for the beach to be busy and probably too cold for the roof to be off the Bronco, but neither of them cared enough to say anything.

"Well believe it buddy, I am not Mr. Popular like you were in high school." She was far from it. Without Bradley by her side she was quiet and awkward, she kept to herself and her small group of friends and liked it that way.

"Your friends didn't want to go?" He asked incredulously.

"No, they went, but they all had dates so I would've been like a... ninth wheel." Truthfully there was nobody, no friend or cute guy in the universe that she would've wanted to go to prom with over Bradley. A realization that crushed her one day when she went dress shopping with her friends at the mall. She tried to match every dress to his personality, or his eyes, or his smile and every one made her feel empty and sad inside.

None of her friends understood why she couldn't go, they all thought she was crazy for choosing solitude over a party. Even the afterparty - a weekend trip to Myrtle Beach - was out of the question, she knew she would be no fun and didn't want to drag the party down with her.

Bradley didn't say anything. He knew for a fact that the guys he went to school with were practically chomping at the bit to date her, and he knew that she had a tendency to scare them off with her RBF and her ability to be completely oblivious.

"Anyway," she changed the subject, "how long are you home for?"

"Just the weekend, gotta ship back out on Monday, I just hitched a ride with some of the helicopter guys when I heard they were flying out here to pick up some things."

"Sneaky," Tess chastised.

There was a moment of silence, a comfortable silence, while they both ate and watched the waves. Tess thought about how much she missed this, missed him and tried not to think about how much it would hurt again when he was gone.

But Bradley couldn't stop thinking about prom.

"Seriously, not one person asked you?"

"Let it go, man!" Tess threw a couple fries at him that he failed to dodge.

"No! I can't! I just..." he trailed off, shaking his head at the ocean.

"You just what?" Tess looked at his profile, at the scars littering his chin, at the tiny moustache he was growing and that she teased him about for the entire drive but kept to herself that all she could see when she looked at him was that photo of him, his dad, and his mom on their fireplace mantle.

"I just can't believe it, it makes no sense."

Tess sighed, "you're the only person who thinks that." It was her turn to look at the ocean now, to accept the defeat that was her love life.

Maybe it was partly her fault. Maybe she pushed them all away. But it was hard to look at anyone that way when she was so in love with him.

"Tess," she turned and saw nothing but green eyes, "you are the most beautiful, smart, funny, caring, wonderful person I've ever met and every boy in that school is dumber than I thought."

Tess held his gaze for a few more seconds before she had to look away from the intensity. He couldn't really mean that, could he?

"I haven't even had my first kiss yet," she admitted quietly, "how pathetic is that? I'm a senior in high school, I have no date for prom, and I haven't been kissed."

They marinated in the silence for a second, Tess picked at the invisible dirt under her nails and willed the lump in her throat to go away. She heard Bradley shifting around in the drivers seat but didn't look at him until she felt his hand touch her chin, his finger gently coaxing her face towards his and he didn't give her a second to protest before he gently placed his lips on hers.

She felt the prickle of his moustache on her top lip before she even registered what was happening. His lips were so gentle on hers she almost didn't feel them at all and her eyes stayed wide open until her brain was able to catch up to her body and they fluttered close.

Bradley started to pull away, but Tess followed him, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place and put more pressure on the kiss. Bradley followed quickly and neither of them pulled away until they were panting and smiling.

Tess's body exploded with butterfly's and she chased away the thoughts of what was going to happen next, what would happen when he left again because he wasn't gone yet, he was right here, and her world was complete.

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