#Doesn't make a lick of sense but that is beside the point

[tragedybunny]

Moon Blood - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, TW: Period Sex

I know it's been done before, but it's the most delicious notion.

Reader awakes one morning to find themselves menstruating. Astarion has a plan to help them clean up.

It starts when you wake that early afternoon, your body’s way of celebrating its liberation from the tadpole apparently. Two days out from the near cataclysm and you woke to  the uncomfortable warmth of blood spattering your thighs. Early, an annoyance. Beside you, Astarion dozes peacefully, sleeping what little he needs to, arm wrapped tightly around you as though you could vanish if it weren’t. You’d been doing what you could to help the city, but after everything that had happened, he was your main priority. Perhaps that was selfish but didn’t you and him deserve a little selfishness? 

Across the room you eye the wash basin, so close but so far with your love’s death grip on you. Delicately, you try to move him, enough to slip out, but not wake him. Pushing his arm down only causes him to hold tighter and you push again, a little harder. “But Darling,” he murmurs and wraps both arms around you, to drag you close. At this rate you were going to ruin the bed in the room you’d very kindly been given. 

“Astarion,” you whisper and shake him, frustration growing. 

There’s a little pang of guilt when his eyes slowly open, you do hate to wake him when he actually sleeps. “Is something wrong, Love,” he asks sleepily. 

Unguarded and disheveled, he’s incredibly alluring, more so because you’re the only person in the world to see him like this. For a moment you forget to answer as your body fills with an ache for him, heightened by your current state. “Uh, no, I’m, I just need to get up.” 

Eyes widen, suddenly alert, and he sits up, inhaling sharply. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s…,” why is this so embarrassing, it’s perfectly natural, “it’s moon blood.” 

The look on his face shifts from concern to hunger. “Moon blood,” he repeats, glancing down to your red stained thighs, tongue idly licking his fangs.  

Warmth travels across your skin and you know it's turning a bright shade of red, the insinuation you think you hear in his tone makes you shiver. “Y-yes, love, and I need to clean it up,” he can’t really be thinking that. 

“Perish the thought my Darling,” you swallow thickly. "That would be such a terrible waste." The way he hovers over you gives you a sense of being prey and you almost whimper out loud. Reaching out, he tilts your head up, capturing you in a deep kiss, and then whispering in your ear. "Allow me." 

The thought is intoxicating even as it feels forbidden. Your mouth is too dry and your voice doesn't work. "I…," you only manage a breathy gasp after that. 

"I need you to use your words, sweet girl, and tell me that's what you want," he speaks against your ear, nipping the pointed tip of it. 

Still holding your chin, he forces you to look him in the eyes. "I-I want you to clean me up." He smiles devilishly and gestures for you to continue. Your startled mind takes a minute to realize what he wants. "Please."

"Good girl," you quiver at the words. 

With gentle firmness his hands push your shoulders back toward the mattress, before tossing the discarded blanket to the floor. "Spread your legs," he commands, encouraging you with an insistent grip on your thighs. "Gorgeous," he exhales at the sight of you. 

Kneeling between your legs, he captures your lips again, and then begins to kiss down your body, firmly pining your hands back down when you reach for him. The message is clear, you've surrendered control to him. Little nipping kisses are planted from your neck to your abdomen, special attention is lavished on your now overly sensitive nipples. You fight to keep your hands at your sides as he trails his tongue over one before you feel the sharp bite of one of his fangs. Your hips buck and you whine. "Please."

"Patience my Love." The torture continues on your other nipple until you're writhing. Only then does he resume his path, pausing just before reaching your eager sex. 

"Hmm," he torments you, "so much to savor."

He licks a wide swath over one of your crimson painted thighs and sighs. "Astarion," you whine, mad with need. 

Ignoring you, he takes his time cleaning up your thighs, savoring the taste. Working his way closer and closer to where you want him the most, only to pull away and start on the other. Groaning, you frustratedly slap the mattress. "Girls who can't behave themselves don't get my help," he teases and you quiet. 

The first swipe of his tongue against your cunt brings a moan to your lips. The euphoria has just begun though. Slow, languid licks explore you, tasting the blood and slick of your arousal, lavishing every inch of you. Astarion groans against you. "You're delectable my Darling," his words are punctuated by his tongue penetrating you, leaving you mewling. 

Two fingers start to caress your sensitive bud as his tongue continues to torture you, pushing as deep as he can. His own little noises of pleasure join yours as he devours you, lapping and sucking until you're desperately writhing against his face. "Astarion, I need t-," your words are lost as his mouth moves to your clit, taking it between his teeth and sucking. 

"Come for me my sweet," he commands, fingers entering you and moving with the perfect rhythm to set everyone of your nerves on fire. With his divine attentions you don't last long, crying his name as you see stars. 

He isn't done though. Before you can come down,  he shifts back to kneeling and looks down at you, chin painted red and eyes hazy with lust. "Yes," you breathe, in answer to the question he hasn’t asked yet. 

He thrusts inside you, the sensation of being filled so quickly, so completely, pulling another moan from you. "Always so eager for me," he growls, driving you mad. 

Holding your hips in an iron grip, he fucks you with a wild need. So much for the borrowed bed you lament for a second before being washed away again. "Gods," you pull your legs back to your chest, desperate to take him as deep as possible. 

"Fuck, Love," he groans, "taking it so good. My little bloody mess. Naughty girl might need to be cleaned up again." The words do you in a second time and you come, quivering around him. 

He doesn't let up his pace, every moment of your orgasm filled with fresh sparks of bliss, until with a last deep stroke you feel his seed pumping into you. He leans down, kissing you, and the taste of all of you on him is intoxicating. "Sorry Love," he pulls away smirking. "I don't think I was much help after all."

#astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion x f!reader #astarion x tav #my fanfiction #Baldur's gate 3 fanfic #my writing #X reader

[angelltheninth]

Lovable Jerk Rindou Haitani Fucks You After Scaring Your Bullies Away

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, protectiveness, teasing, rough sex, bullying, showing off, kissing, degradation, praise

A/N: Every moment he's on screen I love him more and more.

Lovable jerk!Rindou makes a whole show off beating people up. He's good at that so there is a sadistic pleasure from people watching him kick ass. But there is a specific reason he chose these guys in particular. They were your bullies.

Lovable jerk!Rindou is no hero and makes sure you know it. He asks for payback. After all with him by your side you'll never be bothered again so it only makes sense for you to five him something in return. No he's not after your money, just your company.

Lovable jerk!Rindou makes sure you know what he's after the moment you're alone. Come now, just one small kiss, it can't hurt can it. Well he was only partially kidding but when you actually kiss him and he sees how your eyes flutter closed he suddenly wants a lot more then company, he wants your body.

Lovable jerk!Rindou pins you against the desk the moment you agree. It makes no difference to him if it's your first time or not. He'll fuck you like how he fucks everyone else, like you're his right now. And judging by your ruined underwear you want to be his right now.

Lovable jerk!Rindou doesn't kiss you once he starts fucking you. One kiss was enough for him and besides it would cover up all the adorable moans you make when his cock goes in and out of you. Shame he can't record them because they are pure jerk off material as far as he's concerned.

Lovable jerk!Rindou embraces you close to him when he tells you how long he's wanted to fuck you. If anyone bothers you again you should tell him, he'll beat them up for you and then the two of you can fuck again. Everyone wins! Except the people he beat up.

Lovable jerk!Rindou thinks that maybe he should have fucked you in front of your bullies. Just to really drive the point home that he's the only one that gets to make you cry. But unlike them he is making you cry from pleasure, maybe pain too but only if you want the pain.

Lovable jerk!Rindou calls you such a slut for getting tight around him when he brought up fucking you in front of people. Only in front of certain people. He bets you'd put up a pretty show for them too. You should let them know how much you love his cock.

Lovable jerk!Rindou just so happens to fuck you on his own desk. Next time he'll fuck you on one of your bullies desks, just point it out to him. You better come hard for him, he wants to imagine you getting fucked on his desk every time he's in class. Although the boner that would cause might get him in trouble but he's no stranger to that.

Lovable jerk!Rindou pulls out before he shoots his cum out. You can over it up with your skirt as it only got on your panties. Unless you want to take them off and lick the cum off them right in front of him. That would be a fun sight too.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #rindou haitani x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo rev imagine #rindou imagines #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev smut #rindou smut #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x you #rindou x reader #rindou x you

[shanastoryteller]

Happy pride! Can I request god!percy or dealers choice

Aziraphale is a hostage and he doesn't even know it.

There must always be a Supreme Archangel in Heaven.

The Ineffable Plan is shit and it was shit from the start and Crowley doesn't feel a lick of guilt in the part he played in destroying it. Humanity deserved a fighting chance, after all, and they'd made good on it - Adam, a boy after his own heart, had made the choice to save them all.

Crowley had not created the universe only to watch Her destroy it. That was always Her problem, really. Great big ideas and piss poor execution. Which is why She'd give him a long list of impossible ridiculous things and he would work out how to make that make sense in a world where sense is a thing that had to be made.

Eden was a trial run, one of many. Making people in Her own image was proving difficult, because She didn't know what She looked like and had always been resistant to hearing Herself described.

She'd made Adam in the angel's image, and Eve, and it looked like She'd finally made a successful prototype.

Then they'd fought over what was to be made of Earth, of the people, of all the things he'd made in the vastness of space. If there's no people to tilt their heads back and look at it, what's the point of making it? If galaxies exist, but they evoke no wonder, are they even there?

He had decided to make things difficult. He had decided that if humanity was going to go toe to well, metaphorical toe with Her, then they needed an edge.

They needed Knowledge.

His sentencing had been swift and unanimous and he wasn't going to be a 38th level recording angel scrivener, thank you very much. They'd talked and talked about how terrible the PR would be, over another prince of Heaven falling to Hell, and how difficult he was making everything and how extremely bitter they were that he, as a writer in the Book of Life, could not be erased from it without also erasing everything he'd done, which was rather a lot. Pages eleven to three million six hundred and two, to be exact.

So he had not fallen, precisely, so much as sauntered vaguely downwards.

Which he felt was rather obvious, and yet no one seemed to notice, the same way he was able to march back into Heaven with a clothing change. He was impossible, and so he could not exist, and so he did not.

He had wings and he could perform miracles indistinguishable from an angel's and yet no one ever suspected a thing.

He'd though that maybe he would be made when he walked onto holy ground to bail out Aziraphale, but luckily angels don't often seen demons walking into churches. Usually because that's about when they catch fire.

Which suited him just fine, actually. It had all worked out, more or less, until now.

Saraqael had not forgotten him and didn't even try and tell him off for walking right into Heaven. Michael and Uriel's silence had been odder, but he'd had more important things to focus on at the time.

Now he understands why.

They want a new Plan and She isn't giving them one.

The Metatron knows there is one angel who worked alongside Her in the universe's creation. One angel who successfully interfered in Her plans and knocked things astray. One angel who's hands rested besides Hers on the Book of Life.

They don't want Aziraphale to lead.

They want the Archangel Raphael back in his rightful place, the Supreme Archangel, and they want him to once more muck about in Her plans and give them the war they're craving.

And they know going through Aziraphale is their only chance, the one person that could tempt Crowley into taking up his old name and his old mantel and stepping foot once more in blasted Heaven with his halo around his head rather than tattooed along his face.

They have Aziraphale.

Now Crowley can only wait and hope that he figures out the truth in time, before he's forced to defy Aziraphale like he once defied Her.

#finally got around to watching good omens season 2 and i have big feelings #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #drwho-ess #good omens

[neteyamyawne]

💗 — Somnophilia

『 Pairing 』 Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

『 summary 』 Even after years of being together, Jake doesn't seem to get enough of your beautiful curves, even when you're fast asleep.

『 warning 』 Somophilia, male masturbation, being watched while sleeping, explicit, praise kink (slight), voyeurism? Maybe, definitely perverted, handjob (m receiving).

『 word count 』 730, proof read.

『 Notes 』 yes i wrote this inbetween my exams and no I have no regrets because uni already sucks 😔

『 Glossary 』 Yawne - beloved, Tiyawn - Love, Paskalin - Sweet berry/Honey, Yawnetu - Loved on.

◦ Masterlist || M.Masterlist

The dim light in the tent glowed from the small fire at the entrance, casting deep shadows through the quiet atmosphere of the tent, soft snores resonated in the dim settings, the gentle rocking on the hammock that lulled you to sleep.

Jake laid beside you awake, softly raking his fingertips over the expanse of your back, your body resting almost on top of him, one leg thrown in between his long and muscular ones, his other hand rested on your plush thigh fiddling with the songchord dangling from your waistband, the warm firelight giving your azure skin a yellow tint making his breath hitch.

It was so quiet… oh so quiet when he pulled you closer in his arms, a strong arm around your shoulder, fingers skittering over the joint of your shoulder, kissing your forehead once in a while “You're so fucking pretty, babygirl…” his voice was rough from not being used throughout the time when he watched you slept in his arms.

Jake slid his hand to his loincloth, slipping past his waistband and cupping his raging hard on, a soft hiss of pleasure leaving his pursed lips as he watched your chest rising and falling with each breath “mmmhh” the soft noises you made in your sleep only heightened the sense of pleasure for him.

He moved slightly, straddling your hips efficiently as you slid to the middle of the hammock, turning to lay on your back after sleeping on your side for so long, Jake ever so slowly touches the soft skin around your waist, gently squeezing the warm flesh as he peppered feather light kisses on your collar “Fuck Eywa you're so soft…” he murmured to himself but stops and freezes when you grumbled in your sleep and lightly swatted at the places he kissed as it tickled your skin, a solid frame over your body as he watched the shadows dance across your peacefully face.

“Shhh shh go back to sleep, Yawne” he whispered leaning down to your ear, licking the shell of your pointed pinna, the earring Swaying side to side with his lick, tracing his fingers down to your abdomen, your eyes screwed as simultaneously a little sigh left your lips in response to him.

he smirked as he kneeled, his knees right beside beside your hips on both sides, “good girl, tiyawn, such a good girl, even in your sleep” he growled lowly as he stroked his own length, the rigid member bouncing at its own accord as he pumped his hand up and down “Fuck… paskalin, just watching you gets me riled up”

He was on his knees, fisting his painfully erect cock as his other hand fumbled with the waistband of your tweng, brushing aside the songchord attached to it, the mere sight of your plump lips had him combusting, he reined in his hiss as the pearly white pre-cum had already lubricated his shaft enough, the thick head of his veiny cock still poured more of the milky white substance when he cupped your cunt.

He was shaking, thighs quivering as he stopped himself from fucking you raw right then and there, the sight of your peacefull slumber only made tightened the coil turning in the pit of his stomach, a man could only hold back for so long, as he came all over your thigh, cum sliding down your leg, he panted heavily and leaned back looking at his mess and more of your pretty pussy, getting up and preparing to clean with a string of curses when he was pulled back by his tail.

Surprise was written all over his face, seeing you wide awake, holding his tail, a small smirk playing on your lips, a little fang poking out “we're not finished yet, yawnetu.. or are you..?” Your voice and suggestive chuckle said everything as your eyes trailed down to his already erecting cock.

He didn't waste a single second, pouncing on you like a hungry cat, tail swishing behind him in excitement with a playful grin “you were watching me, weren't you?” He mumbled in your neck, knee sliding between your thighs, rubbing on your clit as you suppress a moan “of course I was..” your own voice strained from the delicious pressure on the bud.

“Such an eager little slut for me, babygirl… let's get to business, shall we?”

Yawne : @eywaite, @tallulah477, @luvv4j4ybe11, @ikeyniofthetayrangi, @am-ka, @jooniexmoon, @wanabekanae, @luvteyams, @nerdybouquetofkittens-blog, @dhdidndidn, @erostothenus, @rO-xy, @jakesullywhore, @m3g215, @lis4lipsi, @your-lover-died, @heisbetterthanwaffles, @suinhee, @teymars, @taronyuhunter, @chesireleah1999, @moonchildxoxx, @celessO, @marydiva-17, @thepeonysbackup, @j1b-b, @huntthefreaky, @myloveforyourisforever, @st4rgi4l, @pheonixfucu, @nailOv3r, @neteyamsoare, @pandoraslxna, @neteyamswillow.

#🏙️ : ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ / ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ #🌃 : ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ / ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ #🌁 : ᴡɪʟᴅʟɪꜰᴇ / ᴍᴅɴɪ #🪷 : ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ / ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ #RomancingPandora2024 #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #avatar meme #james cameron avatar #avatar movie #avatar 2022 #avatar angst #avatar art #avatar fanart #avatar fic #avatar fluff #avatar headcanons #avatar imagine #avatar jake #avatar jake sully #avatar james cameron #avatar memes #avatar neteyam #avatar oc #avatar smut

[depressed-simp-writes]

lara croft x fat!afab!reader

I Said Sit

"Thats the point, love. I want you to crush me, cut off my breathing, please baby, let me make you feel good, sit. down." she grabs your hips trying to get you to relax, so she can eat you out like the starved woman she is after coming back from a grueling mission. "but-" "I. said. sit" and you finally do.

warnings: facesitting, reader is self conscious, smut, oral

summary: Lara's been really into the idea of facesitting recently, however she's not the one who wants to do the sitting. youre concerned about crushing her, she doesn't care.

you dont know whats gotten into your girlfriend Lara recently, but she's been talking non stop about you sitting on her face. you would but you felt so self conscious about your weight. you always did in reference to her.

you'll never understand how someone like Lara ended up with someone like you, much less how she absolutely worshipped your body.

you were her most precious treasure and she just wanted to worship you the way the thought you deserved.

"please baby, just sit on my face one time and ill let it go" she begged again pouting up at you from her spot laying on your thighs. she had just gotten home from a particularly grueling expedition/mission dealing with trinity. all she wanted to was to lie back and have a delicious snack and what more delicious than her sexy partner. the only problem is well you didnt feel like you were light enough. lara is so fit and strong and you were the last person anyone would imagine her with some even accusing her of a fetish which was not the case. she loved you for you. your laugh. your jokes. your intelligence. she loved all of you. she just wanted to show you that.

"youre not gonna crush me i promise if i die itll be worth it, please sit on my face, i need it" she whined pouting still. you laughed. "i dont know Lara, im just a little nervous" you wanted to do this for her. "ill hold your hand" she bargained. you laughed harder. she was sweet. a dork, but sweet.

"ok, we can do it just let go slow" you finally relented smiling at her cheer of victory.

she pulled you up to your shared room, slowly working you up to where you currently sit, naked hovering over her face much to her dismay as your glistening pussy is just out of reach. "sit love, i want to taste you" she whined pulling on your hips. "but i dont wanna crush you Lara, im-"

"Thats the point, love. I want you to crush me, cut off my breathing, please baby, let me make you feel good, sit. down." she grabs your hips trying to get you to relax, so she can eat you out like the starved woman she is after coming back from a grueling mission. "but-" "I. said. sit" and you finally do.

you yelp as she attacks your pussy with licks, and sucks on your clit. you moan out at the feeling, so overwhelmingly delicious. Lara moans into you at your taste. shes in heaven that you finally let her do this.

she circles your clit with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth, your taste drives her wild. she lets go before sliding her tongue through your folds to tease at your entrance, oh she is in heaven right now as the taste and smell of you clouds her senses.

you buck your hips slightly as Lara slips a finger into your hole, you blush at the noises being produced from your ravenous girlfriend. she slurps at your slick pussy for what feels like hours, you look down and catch her eyes staring up at you twinkling in delight, pupils blown wide with lust. you cum with a yell, gripping the headboard and shaking trying not to move wildly on top your girlfriend's face. she cleans you up gently before you lift yourself off of her face, she whines "i was enjoying that" she states her mouth and chin glistening with your slick.

"i was worried" you say kneeling beside her, "im glad we did that" she smiles kissing you. "im glad you trusted me enough to do that, perhaps you'll do it again soon, right now, please" she says trying to get you back on her face, you laugh as you shake your head, "maybe another day, im so sensitive now" you say. she hums, "but i like you sensitive" she slides her hand up your thigh, "you're insatiable" you say as she pushes you down for round 2.

much to her joy you do end up sitting on her face again in the future.

an: took me awhile to write bc i didnt know how to go about it hope you enjoyed it tho 💚 love lara croft

#fanfiction #gn!reader #lara croft #lara croft x reader #lara croft smut #fat!reader #afab reader

[murdrdocs]

idk if you have already written this since im a new follower but i was wondering if you can write where bimbo!reader puts on the ghostface mask with like sexy lingerie and ethan EATS IT UP.

i love your writing sm! and i understand if you dont wanna write this :) i literally cant get enough of your stories lol

a) thank you for following me and appreciating my work !! b) i would love to write this for you *rubs hands together* no smut i'm lazy

When Ethan walks into his room to see you holding a white mask in your hands, his heart rate immediately increases. He pauses in the doorway, his hand still wrapped around the knob, one foot inside of the room and the other out.

He's about to speak, maybe play it off and pretend the mask doesn't hold any significance to him, or tell you that it's not what it looks like. You speak before him.

Your head lifts, your lips in a pout, when you say, "You had one this whole time? And you didn't tell me?"

Ethan, completely confused, steps into the bedroom and lets the door swing closed behind him. He looks over you, noticing how you're only wearing his hoodie and a pair of boots. You both were supposed to be getting ready for the frat party that Chad was insisting Ethan go to tonight, something about getting the true freshmen in college experience. Of course, Ethan couldn't go without his girlfriend, which made Chad even happier as he not so subtly insinuated that Ethan should get laid tonight.

But you didn't look party ready, save for from your neck up.

He licks his lips and approaches you. "What're you talking about?"

You hold the Ghostface mask up directly beside you, your free hand singling out a pointer finger to point at the mask. "The mask, Ethan!" you say like it's completely obvious. Ethan's starting to think that it is obvious, and he's just not picking up on it. His throat gets a little dry, and his eyes get shifty.

He's thinking of something to say but again, you beat him to it. "You knew I was looking for one for Halloween. For tonight!"

Oh yeah. That.

Ethan did know that, but he was so enamored by your nails clacking along your keyboard and the way your new perfume smelled and the way your glossed lips parted as your perfect teeth smacked on your minty gum. You were overwhelming his senses, so he could barely focus on your smooth voice detailing your Halloween costume options.

"Shit, 'm sorry. I didn't know about that." Lie. He reaches out to splay his hands over your waist to cover up how horrible he is at lying. "Maybe next year?"

You lean into his touch, but your head tilts as if you're not understanding him. "I can wear it this year, too."

Ethan watches as your hands reach down to the hoodie, pulling it over your head carefully as to not drop the mask. His brain short circuits as he sees what you're wearing.

It's barely anything. Mostly because you're not wearing actual clothes, just a set of lingerie that Ethan hasn't seen before, most likely a new purchase.

"See this is what I was gonna wear, E," you say it through a pout but the words barely meet Ethan's ears. He's too busy staring at your soft skin, the way your tits sit in the bra, the way your thighs look, the way the panties hug your hips.

You're still talking, but Ethan's hands are already back on your waist and trailing down to your hips.

"Well I wasn't going to wear just this. I didn't wanna look like a total slut. So I have a little skirt I was gonna wear. You know the tiny one that almost shows my ass? Ethan?"

He hums, letting you repeat the last of your sentence. "Mhm," he says when you finish, the noise acting enough as affirmation for you to continue.

"Would that look cute with this? What'd you think?" He doesn't answer. "Ethan."

"Baby, I'm sorry. But I'm not listening to anything you're saying right now."

The admission makes you heat up, not from anger but from the opposite. Knowing that Ethan is always listening to you, and the only reason why he's not right now is because you're distracting him with your figure, makes you feel a little giddy inside.

"Do you like it?" Your voice is soft, your eyes the same. He nods, licking his lips and pulling you close enough that you can feel the bulge forming in his pants.

"Yeah?" you ask.

"Yeah."

"Sure it's not too much?"

Ethan's leaning down now, his hands circling around your back, obviously itching to grip your ass. You push yourself against him, free hand resting on his forearm, giving it a little push as a go-ahead.

"Not too much at all." His hand finally inches down and he takes one of your almost-bare asscheeks in his palm, squeezing it before smacking it.

You giggle, your head knocking against his chest. Ethan lifts one hand to encourage your head to leave his chest only so he can kiss you once, twice, thrice, then one more that's longer, a little more heated, but he wills himself away.

"Can you put the mask on for me?"

Your eyes are staring up at him, so big and wide, you're clearly eager to please, hence why you don't question it and instead nod, leaning up to kiss him one more time before you're pulling the mask over your head, prepared for whatever Ethan has planned.

#Proof read ☒ #smut could've existed here #but meh #ethansworld! #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream 6

[ghoulangerlee]

hm hm hm what about spread your legs baby from the prompt list with raindrop (they’re forever plaguing me) but another pairing also works if they make you more inspired :3

i've actually never written raindrop before so this will be my first time :) I won't bore you with background lore I've created for my version of Rain but he doesn't speak and I don't generally classify him as mute because of his nature (shark water ghoul). he typically communicates via the bond he has with the others and sometimes body language (he's very expressive).

for ref: rain also has non-human genitalia, though I don't really go into too much detail with this but, it's there :)

content warnings: biting and brief mention of blood, Rain is at the core of everything a predator and he does get a little in his head sometimes.

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With a soft oof, Dew's pushed up against one of the walls in his bedroom, his head falling back as Rain's body cages him in, hands finding purchase on Rain's hips, dragging him in as close as he can.

"Yeah," Dew sighs out, baring his throat to the sting of Rain's teeth, he's not quite fully glamoured anymore, his claws leaving indents in the wall beside Dew's head, his teeth sharp and dangerous--his senses dialed up to the way Dew's pulse hammers heavily, his blood pumping hotly through his veins.

He smells divine, the mixture of Dew's arousal and his blood, just under the surface, just under where Rain's tongue is laving against the side of his throat and it drives Rain a bit crazy, it makes him want to bite until he's able to taste properly.

"Easy there, big guy," Dew says, a little breathless, and Rain realizes he'd been projecting his thoughts a little too far beyond his own mind--he'd been projecting them into Dew's as well, through their bond that's singing with both want and Rain's inherent need to have Dew right now.

He pulls back and for a moment, just mouths over Dew's pulse, a sort of apology, but not really, because seconds later, he introduces teeth again, nipping at the delicate skin until a bruise blooms; his teeth making small bloody indents.

Dew laughs softly, the sound turning into a low, rumbling purr as Rain continues to trail open mouthed, stinging kisses across his collarbone--there'll be marks later, visible, mouth shaped ones that may ooze a little bit of blood if Dew presses too hard, if his clothes rub against them accidentally, but he doesn't mind it--he's proud of the marks Rain leaves behind, the solid claim of his.

Can I?

Rain's voice is loud in his mind, a distortion of sorts and Dew laughs again, his hand leaving Rain's warm skin to grab at his wrist, pulling it down until he can shove it under his shirt, letting Rain's palm spread across the width of his ribs, "Baby, you're being so sweet tonight for someone who wants to mark me up until I'm oozing your scent," he coos, a gasp leaving his mouth when the sharp point of Rain's nails catch against his skin, "'m not going anywhere, you get me however you want me."

Rain noses just under the hinge of Dew's jaw, pressing a soft kiss there before working further up, nosing just under his ear, breathing heavily against his earlobe as he presses another kiss there, his teeth catching just barely as he pulls back to look Dew in the eye, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Oh?" Dew says to the silent question, "Are you going to have me here against the wall then?" he asks, wiggling enticingly under the weight of Rain's body, grinding his hard cock against Rain's thigh.

Rain just purses his lips and leans down to slot their mouths together as the fire ghoul clutches at him again, one hand going to his hair to hold him in place as they kiss.

Dew's tongue accidentally catches against one of Rain's sharp teeth, the taste of blood and brimstone blooming across Rain's senses, his mind going hazy for a moment as he chases it, licking into Dew's mouth, pressing him back into the wall.

Dew's hands push against Rain's shoulders after a few moments, biting at Rain's insistent tongue before turning his head away from the kiss, "Easy," he murmurs with a sigh as Rain mouths an apology against his jaw.

Bed?

Rain's voice once again echoes in Dew's mind and he grins down at him, his teeth sharp and dangerous looking and such a contrast to the somewhat shy look in Rain's eyes, like he hadn't almost lost control from just a small taste of blood. Dew just shakes his head, fond and entirely too in love with him to respond, using Rain's momentary distraction to worm his way away from the wall, pushing at the taller ghoul's shoulders until he's stepping backwards.

"Since you put such a nice image in my mind," Dew teases him, his hands dropping down to rest on Rain's hips again as he guides him backwards, further into the room and away from the wall and the door, all the while Rain burns images of what he wants to do to Dew and what he wants Dew to do to him in his mind.

"Insatiable," Dew murmurs when he's got Rain almost to the bed, backing him up until the backs of his knees are at the edge of the mattress, "You're really pulling out all the stops today, huh?" he asks, rhetorical, even as he can see the way Rain looks satisfied, like he's preening at getting to Dew so easily.

"Horrible," Dew says with no bite to it as he leans up to kiss Rain again, squeezing his waist tightly, projecting his own idea of finger shaped bruises across Rain's hips, telling a story to anyone who'd get a look at them, peeking up over the waist of whatever pants he chooses to wear.

Rain's teeth catch at Dew's lip this time, feeling frenzied for a whole different reason, but it doesn't break the skin, just makes Dew jerk against him and grind into his thigh.

"Enough, enough," Dew mumbles, slides both of his palms up Rain's stomach until they're resting over his chest, skin warm, his heart beating heavily, steadily under them before he pushes, hard, sending Rain sprawling back onto the bed.

And well, Rain is entirely too aroused to do anything other than lay there, stare up at Dew with heavy, glowing eyes as Dew strips his shirt off and unbuttons his jeans, waving a hand at him, "Come on, Rainy, get naked for me, let me see you," he says, wiggling his own jeans down over his hips, along with his underwear.

Rain's eyes are drawn to Dew's dick, curving up against his belly and his mouth waters as he stares, knows that he'd have to ditch the sharp teeth to get his mouth on Dew and thinks, somewhat deliriously that he's not sure he could glamour enough to get rid of his teeth right now.

"Chop, chop, babe," Dew says, breaking him from his thoughts and Rain's quick to scramble his own pants off, fumbling with the button and the zip and pushing them off, bare under them.

A whistle, low and teasing, "Look at you," Dew says as he steps forward to plant a knee on the foot of the bed, "Spread your legs, baby," he murmurs, eyes drawn to where the head of Rain's own cock, shiny with a pearly, translucent substance peeks out from between his slit.

Rain, unable to do anything other than obey does, delighting in the pleased smile on Dew's face, finally climbing onto the bed properly before he crowds his way between Rain's spread thighs.

"Think we should do that thing you mentioned earlier," Dew murmurs, settling back on his knees, wrapping a hand around his cock to steady it as he leans forward, nudging the head of his cock against Rain's.

Almost immediately, Rain projects the image of Dew fucking into his slit, just the tip of his cock pushing past it, a tight fit with his own snug inside there already, barely peeking out whenever Dew pulls out just enough to thrust back in.

"Yeah," Dew says, breathless, "That one."

In his mind, Dew hears musical laughter and Rain's hands cupping the side of his face as he sits up a bit, pulling him into another, deep and all encompassing kiss.

#raindrop #the band ghost fic #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #part of me wants to mark this mature but i want it to be seen ): #so...yeah. #my writing

[grossditz]

hihi so i was thinking…

you’re having dinner with bff and her family when bff’s brother! gyuvin drops a fork, going under the table to fetch it where he’s met with a full view of your pink, lacy panties.

gyuvin licked his lips, the bulge in his pants growing tighter. he’s always fantasized about you but you’re his sister’s best friend! he could never!

but he just couldn’t help himself ;((( he needed a release and there u were, all spread out for him and in front of his family? how could u :(((

he’s quick to palm your panties, inserting his long fingers inside you. you wince at the coldness, confused and shocked. you try to push away gyuvin’s fingers but he’s just too strong 😵‍💫

he starts kitten licking at your pussy, you try to push his head away but that just riles him up even more 🫠

your face is fully red and hot at this point, you quietly excuse yourself to the bathroom. an unsuspecting gyuvin pops up from under the table to follow you.

(does this even make sense shdhsjdhdd also im the anon who req perv!bully! gyuvin n i loved it sm!!! can I be 🐇 anon >__< )

hi baby !!! im so happy u enjoyed perv!bully gyuvin <3 ofc u can be 🐇 nonie welcome 💌 + it does make sense honey don't worry!

bffsbrother!gyuvin has always found a way to mess with you :( hes just naturally a silly guy so when you first complained about it to your friend, she dismissed you saying thats how he is with everyone. but you know thats not true. gyuvin doesn't whistle at your other shared friends in the hallways at school when they walk past or shamelessly grope them in front of his friends!!!

and tonight was no different with gyuvin! he always had to sit beside you when you stayed for dinner and usually it didnt bother you but after you went up to bring him down for dinner and saw him with his dick in his hands and groaning your name you couldn't help but feel a little... small under his hooded gaze.

while his family asks your bff abt her day, gyuvin lets his silverware hit the ground and (sorry let me switch it up a bit) asks you to pick it up for him because he knows your skirt will ride up a bit! and you're a guest ofc you pick them up, not worried about his ulterior motives. and when he sees your pretty panties how could you expect him not to do anything to you! he gives you a fake face a disappointment when he says you "missed his spoon" and now he has to go find it. that doesn't alarm you until you feel his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, lightly pulling your panties down your legs! you can't even say anything or try to push him away because the next second he's knuckles deep in you, forcing his finger's against your walls! you feel so feverish feeling the coldness of his fingers touching you!!! and at some point you start trying to force your legs closed but your legs r so weak and hes so strong and you're so embarrassed when he just spreads them wider, mouth attaching to your clit ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

gyuvin's so mean :( pushing his tongue at your entrance, even though his fingers are there. leaves u to all the clean up! covering up the slurping sounds with obnoxiously loud laughter whenever your friend cracked a stupid joke. doesnt care that he can feel your hips bucking and hand wrapping around his head attempting to push him back again. he so slips his hands under your bottom and lifts you up so he can plunged his tongue as deep as he can! edges you too when he feels like you're too close to moaning out loud. not that he cares what happens to you but he'd rather keep you all to himself!

so he pulls away mouth covered in your arousal and apologizes for not being able to find the spoon, saying it was right under his nose the whole time! :(

and when you shakily excuse yourself and are halfway down the hallway hes behind you, pulling you against him and kissing your neck. whispering in your ear how hes gonna fuck u so hard against the sink (doesnt even try to hide how good u feel btw. knocking stuff down and muffling your high pitched whines with kisses. they can hear u and everything but its like you can't think when you feel gyuvin pulsing inside of you <3) and how hes gonna leave everything covered in your cum !!!!!

#jias ​𓏲˖ 🐇 nonie! ˖ ࣪ ᰔ #gyuvin ୨୧ #also let me make this clear i dont write for purely pale skinned readers. so blushing or burning red is not something i will ever include #in my fics! now if you say something abt it ill breeze over it but just a fyi in the future!!! #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone hard hours #zb1 hard thoughts #gyuvin smut #kim gyuvin smut #boys planet smut

[playgrl0]

moments like this / baji

!! slightly suggestive !!

"mmhh, kiss me." baji tiredly mumbles against your neck. you're cuddled up together under a warm blanket on the couch, him on top of you. "we just kissed for like 20 minutes straight not even 5 minutes ago." you answer him while running your hand through his hair. both of your lips still swollen and plump and hair still messy from all the kissing you previously did. "so what?" he starts kissing your neck. "you don't wanna kiss me?" he mumbles between the kisses. "i do," you chuckle "but i'm very tired." right when you finished saying that, baji let's out a yawn. "oh, someone's tired as well?" you grin. he glares up at you and continues to leave little pecks on your neck and collarbones. dragging his nose from your collarbone, up your neck to your pulse point, he starts licking, sucking and kissing you there to leave a mark. he smirks against your skin when you let out a quiet whimper, he knows what he's doing, that's your sensetive spot and he obviously knows that. "feels good, yeah?" he mutters against your skin. you nod and run your fingers through his hair and brush it to the side so it doesn't tickle your face. he pulls away a little to look at the mark he left. a dark red, blue-ish spot is gracing your skin where his soft lips, tongue and teeth where just a few moments ago. a proud smile appears on baji's lips when he admires the fresh mark and also the other ones that were a little older, slightly green-ish and yellow, almost completely faded. he looks up at you, his smile growing when your eyes connect. "hi." he breathes out. "hey." you smile back at him and brush a strand of his hair behind his ear. baji slightly scoots his body up a little so he's face to face with you. his face moves closer to yours, lips millimeters away from touching. "can i kiss you now?" you can't answer him, all you can do is stare into his beautiful, sleepy looking, big eyes. the eyes, that hold so much love and adoration for you and you can see it. especially now, in moments like this, where it's just the two of you, in each other's warm embrace and no one else disturbing you. moments like this, where the love for each other consumes and almost overwhelmes the both of you. soft, quiet, delicate and magical moments.

suddenly, you feel a few soft taps against your temple and baji's soft, raspy voice hits your ears. "y/n? come back to me, pretty." he grins. you blink a few times and come back to your senses. "sorry, i just-" "love me." he intrrrupts you. "you love me." his cocky smile never leaving his lips and his thumb brushing over your cheek. usually, you'd let out a sassy remark, a joke or whatever. but, you decide against it this time. "yeah." you softly breathe out. "i do love you." his cocky smile turns into a soft one. he also expected a joke, per usual but he's obviously not complaining. "and i love you." he softly replies. he thinks his heart will burst any second now, the gaze you're throwing at him is almost heart wrenching. "please, let me kiss you now." his lips coming closer to yours once again. without saying anything you pull his face down to connect your lips. his lips are moving hungrily, desperately, yet soft and with much passion against yours. his left hand holding himself up on the pillow beside your head, the other one never leaving the side of your neck, rubbing soft circles into it with his thumb. you grab onto the back of his head, holding his hair back and trying so hard to get him to be as close to you as possible.

all you can hear in the room are the soft smacks of the kisses that are being shared, quiet clinks of your teeth meeting every now and then, your quiet whimpers and baji's low grunts. "cant get enough of you." he mumbles out while moving down to press kisses along your jaw, down your neck to bite down on the hickey he left earlier, making you hiss out loud and moving back up to place a few soft pecks on your cheek. "could never get enough. can you blame me for wanting to kiss you all the damn time? hm? look at you." he connects your lips again and lets his tongue enter your mouth. your arms wrap around his neck, your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to you.

after a few more minutes, you pull away from each other to catch your breath again, faces still close, hot breaths hitting each other's cheeks. baji brushes some hair out of your face and presses a lingering kiss on your forehead. your legs unwrap from his waist and your arms from his neck to play with the dyed ends of his hair. "cant blame you, i'm pretty cool. i'd kiss myself too if i was you." you reply to what he said earlier. he rolls his eyes but can't suppress a smile. there was the small remark he was used to and waiting for. "shut up and put our show on." he mumbles and moves his body down again to lay his head on your chest and wrap his arms around your middle just like he did earlier. but not before pressing another kiss to your soft lips. oh, how much you love intimate, soft moments like this.

<3 @ playgrl0

#playgrl0writes #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #keisuke baji x reader #baji #baji keisuke #keisuke baji #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #baji fluff

[nvoirs]

Hello lipgloss, I'm sorry this took so long it was put of for a while :/ I really do appreciate you taking time to send in stuff because I don't think I'm going to get a lot of Ada asks but it's alright.

Anyways, I wrote a little drabble about that incident you asked about 🤭

Pairing: Stepmom!ada x female reader.

Disclaimers: stepcest, cussing, fingering.

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She's pretty. She's got the type of figure to die for. She's charming and has the persona of an angel according to your dad. Ada was in fact exactly what your dad described her, like the brightest star that shone in the dim sky.

She had moved in months ago, your life felt more vibrant. She filled the gap your mother left all those years ago, her motherly instincts kicking in when she knew something was wrong. But she also felt like a friend. Ada was rather young, a lot younger than your dad she was only about five years older than you. So it felt quite comforting to have someone close to your age in the house to chat to.

But that all changed one evening. Your dad was working a late shift, he had left a sticky note reminding you Ada was still home if you needed anything. He still uses sticky notes instead of just texting you, you really needed to teach him how to use messages.

You wouldn't realise you'd have seen your stepmom naked, dripping wet from the shower. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” You ducked your head down and quickly scurried from the bathroom. You didn't hear anything from Ada but you also couldn't see the grin spread across her face.

Later that night, you couldn't stop thinking about how you had walked in on her. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, she had great breasts and they sat just right perky nipples erected. And that's all you could capture before you were fleeing from the bathroom.

A knock sounded at your door, and you jumped from the noise. “Can I come in.” You heard Ada's mellow voice on the other end of the door.

Smoothing your hair down you cleared your thoughts before replying “sure, come on in.” She opened the door before shutting it behind her. “Hi.” She said approaching your bed and sitting down beside you.

“Hey” you nodded biting your lip, had you really just ruined your relationship with a woman who could possibly become your mother figure by seeing her naked?

Before she could speak you interrupted. “I'm so sorry about earlier, I had no idea y-”

“Its fine. It was my fault for not locking the door please don't blame yourself and besides we're both girls.” She winked at you.

That was odd, Ada felt a little of tonight. You didn't really want to think about it but she felt flirty. “So you got a boyfriend?” Alarmed by her question you just went along with her. "I do, but we're probably going to break up things haven't been going so well."

“I see.. would you like me to make it up to you?” Confused by her offer you denied her request. “It's ok Ada, I really don't need anything.”

“I insist It won't take up your whole night.” You caved in at that point “sure then I guess” Still confused you watched her slide of her silk dressing robe. You gasped as she was yet again completely naked. “Ada what are y-” She cut you off. “I saw the way you looked at me in the bathroom, I can make you feel a lot better then your small dick of a boyfriend.” She chuckled crawling over to you. “But my dad-”

“He doesn't need to know sweetheart”

“So can I help you out? Pretty.”

“Please.” You barely whispered, feeling your panties drooling arousal beginning to soil your underwear. “I can help you. She licked the tip of your ear, before giving it a playful tug.

She pulled down your sleeping shorts, pressing her palm against your clothed pussy. Earning a yelp from you as the pressure quickly brought a clouded sense of pleasure to your sleepy brain. Pushing your t-shirt up so your breasts we're exposed to the cool air, she played with one nipple rolling and tugging between her slender fingers before slapping the air. You whimpered, cunt beginning to ache, ache for her fingers to stretch you out.

It had been so long since you had someone penetrate you, weeks since you and your boyfriend had had sex that you were so desperate you were allowing your sexy stepmom to help you out. She yanked your underwear of completely leaving your bottom half exposed. Her eyes we're set on your glistening cunt.

“This all for me pretty? ” you nodded unable to form a coherent sentence your pussy aching to be relieved. Her crimson lips turned up into a smile. “How cute.”

A blush seared across your cheeks as she slid one slender finger into your opening. A stinging pain from being stretched after a while hurt and you hissed in pain, your fingernails digging into your palms. “Look at me.” Ada steered your face towards her own with one manicured hand. “it's ok your going to be ok, sweetheart.”

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who actually wants Ada content because..

#resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #ada wong fanfic #ada wong resident evil #ada resident evil #ada wong smut #ada wong x reader #ada wong x female reader #ada wong #ada wong re4 #re4 ada #nvoirs

[eldritch-spouse]

Wife innocently asking Kalymir about all of his scars and touching them and fawning over him, seemingly oblivious to how hot n' bothered he's getting.

" YOU'RE STARING AGAIN, RUNT. "

Ah, he caught you. How can he blame you? Kalymir is quite something, physically speaking. It's hard not to notice him, not to stare at him. In such a vivid garnet coloration, it's hard not to focus on the gashes of blush rose that cross his figure, standing out like sore thumbs.

Kalymir doesn't hide them, in fact, he practically goes out of his way to display them, like they're the most beautiful part of his body. He seems to think other people's scars, whether from battle or simple "blemishes" of nature, are also attractive- It was very odd to see him constantly trace a slash across your arm from a soft training session.

Nevertheless, the King is kind of primal sometimes. In the sense that prolonged gazing agitates him severely. It's hard to tell if he enjoys it or not, but you know it definitely reads as a challenge, if the growl under his words is any indication.

" So I am. " You blink.

" IT'S GETTING ON MY FUCKING NERVES, SPEAK ALREADY. " He fumes.

It's clear you caught him in the middle of some sort of scheme, he only ever stands in front of his main (massive) fireplace with his arms behind his back when he's mulling over something. Kaly's already pissed from being interrupted, better not to test him further. But then again, you did come here to make sure he isn't spacing out in his own mind, in a positive feedback loop of fury...

" How did you get that one? " Walking to stand beside your demonlord, you point to his chest, specifically the large patch that crosses it diagonally.

Kalymir snorts, turning. " OH, SO YOU JUST CAME TO MAKE GOO-GOO EYES AT ME? "

You roll your eyes, but a lazy smile still graces your face. " I asked you a question. "

" I HEARD, DIPSHIT. "

Apparently, you've successfully brought him out of his thoughtful stupor, because the Icon grins wide, teeth ever flared, and squats in front of you.

" THIS ONE HERE? " He barks, and you nod silently. " IT'S MY FAVORITE. " And his biggest. You wouldn't be surprised if it was his favorite precisely for that reason. " I GOT IT THE DAY I BECAME KING OF WRATH. "

Eyebrows rise, you gawk openly, rising loud cackles out of him. " No shit-? "

" YEAH BITCH. " He leers, fetching one of your hands and putting it up against the gnarled flesh, just beneath the bone growths on his upper chest. You blush a little, though allow yourself to map it out. " FEEL IT. "

Kalymir flexes. Although you're entirely unaware of it, his tail wags increasingly faster behind him. " I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE IN THAT ARENA, YET I WALKED OUT AS THE BEST WRATH COULD OFFER! "

When he puts it like that, it really is a scar worth showing off. You'd wear it with pride too. It actually sits very well upon him.

"AND THIS- "

Your hand is forced to grope at the scarred flesh harder, every inch of tense muscle felt beneath his hot skin.

" IS MY TROPHY. YOU HEAR ME, PIPSQUEAK? "

" Y-Yeah. " Is his breathing faster? You suppose you'd get excited talking about such a cool conquest too. " That's so brutal! I bet it hurt like a motherfucker too, you're amazing. "

Kalymir beams, puffing out further before you, even going as far as to raise his arms in a perfect display pose so you can see the way the healed tissue stretches to accommodate movement. Your gleeful giggle has him beaming back, happy to show off.

" DAMN FUCKING RIGHT I AM. " He huffs, greedily allowing you to explore the length of said scar, relishing your little hands on him, your words of complete awe.

Kalymir licks at his teeth and groans, wondering how long it'll take before you stop babbling and notice the twitching tent in his loincloth.

#Kalymir oc

[carlyraejepsans]

> "Sorry, the pink slippers are kinda distracting, what did you say again?"

You clutch your bag tighter.

"Stay back."

"woah, what's with the tone? anyway, don't worry. i'm a big fan of not moving."

He inspects the contents of his mug, then cocks his head at you.

"funny, i'm pretty sure this is the first chance we've had to talk in"—he gestures vaguely—"all this stuff."

He winks, "the name's—"

"Sans," you finish for him, "I know."

He pauses, holding your gaze, but his smile doesn't falter in the slightest. Another chill runs up your spine.

"huh," he says, "guess it slipped my mind."

You flinch as he starts to move, but he only reaches down to grab one of the fallen pages off of the floor. He skims it for a moment, turning it this and that way, before shrugging and letting it fall to the floor once again.

"actually, i was thinking of getting a snork of two in," he shoves his free hand in his shorts pocket, "but, uh. you still haven't answered my question, have you?"

Looking around the room, you consider your options. He seems amiable. At least, considering that you just broke into his bedroom. But you know better than to be lured into any sense of safety. You know what he's capable of. You've felt it, too, and you would prefer to avoid repeating the experience as much as possible.

But... you've only ever known him to fight under express request of the King. You doubt he'd kill you without his permission. Besides, it's unlikely you'll make it out of this room without consequences for your actions, whether you go willingly or not.

You don't have much to lose. You decide to risk it.

"I'm looking for information," you state, simply.

Again, he looks at the new whirlwind of papers covering the room.

"yep. i can see that. strange, i didn't take you as the bookish type."

Here goes nothing.

You step forward.

"No, I... I came to talk." You lick your lips, "with you."

"...talk?"

He raises a brow.

"just to get this straight. you risked your neck falling from a window, broke into my room in the middle of the night, raided a bookshelf. just to... what, talk?"

Well. If you put it like that.

You nod.

Sans stares. Then he snorts.

"sure."

He grabs the chair from the desk and tips it far enough so that whatever clothes were still hanging onto it for dear life are forced to lose their grip. Then he sits on it, hands in his pockets, and hooks one slippered foot over the other.

"let's chat."

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#undertale #mywriting #sans #tee-hee :]c

[arvensimp]

Please do a Arven x male s/o hcs 🥺 (like how did they realise their feelings, possibly nsfw too describing their first time hehe) thanku <3

Hello! I hope you like this one!

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Love Like You

Arven x male!reader, nsfw, realizing feelings, and just a really dumb reader lmfao. Also a bit of praise kink/body worship if you squint? These two are just v loving.

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It only made sense for you and Arven to start wandering the region together after graduation. The two of you were thick as thieves after all. Also, truth be told, you don't have much a talent for cooking, and Arven still doesn't care much for battling, so you're pretty well suited to stick together!

Days turn to weeks on the roads, backpacking and just having a blast in general. It's just the two of you, and you can't imagine things getting any better. At night when Arven serves up dinner for the two of you and your teams, you do silly voices for each of the pokemon, thanking him individually for his hard work, just to see him smile and hear that infectious laugh of his.

You set your sleeping bags side by side, and as you fall asleep, you watch the stars together. Neither of you knows anything about astronomy or astrology, so you just make up stories about the shapes you find among the pin points. Arven gestures to a particular set of stars one night, reaching out of his sleeping bag to show you exactly where he's looking, but it's no use, and you tell him as such. You have no idea what cluster he's talking about.

"Besides, Arceus knows you're only looking up at the sky with half your sight anyway, the way you keep your face hidden!" You tease him with a laugh, reaching out of your own sleeping bag to jostle his pointing hand.

The touch burns like fire, and you quickly pull away, feeling self conscious, but Arven doesn't seem to pick up on anything. He only snorts.

"I see just fine! I'm telling you, I'll look it up..." He yawns. "Tomorrow, or somethin'..." His arm retracts back into the bag, and you're suddenly wishing you could feel that burn from him again.

He turns to you, eyes already closed. "Night, lil buddy..."

"Yeah. Night, big buddy..."

You fall asleep with a strange, not unpleasant feeling rolling in the pit of your stomach.

The feeling doesn't go away by morning, and it seems that being around Arven has slowly become... different. The thing last night with that touch? Just one of a thousand instances lately. You ache for the chance to have him pat your shoulder or the top of your head over a stupid joke or for doing something well. Then again, the thought of him touching you also makes your tummy burst in something like nerves, all wriggling and wracking you from the inside out. Just being around him gets you all giddy and nervous and incapable of thinking straight.

You wonder if you're sick or something; you think about maybe leaving for a bit, going home and just resting. Maybe you've been on the road for too long?

You try to bring it up to Arven one night as you're sitting around the campfire, tossing table scraps to your pokemon to see who's best at catching them (skeledirge can be surprisingly agile when he wants to be!).

"Hey, so uh..." You start, tugging away another piece of bread from a slice. Arven looks up at you across from the fire, a pecha berry halfway between his lips. His eyes seem to sparkle in the glow of the flickering heat.

"Hm?" He asks as he bites into the fruit, entirely innocently, but so...beautifully.

You watch him watch you with wide eyes as he chews, swallows, and licks away the juice that beaded at the edge of his lower lip. Just the tiniest peak of his pink tongue that reaches out, and you forget entirely what you'd mentally rehearsed.

Your slice of bread crumbles just a bit in your hands.

"I-I..." Your face suddenly feels flush, hot. You can't look at his eyes. They're too pretty with flames dancing in azure irises. His mouth is also out of the question. Something about his lips? Your mind won't let you linger.

You look to his hands, strong and gentle, with long fingers that can sprinkle salt and layer ingredients in a sandwich, and run through your hair.

You can't look at his hands.

You look to the ground, head spinning.

"I don't feel good."

"Yeah?" He asks, not yet making the move to stand but certainly watching you more closely. "What's up? Stomach? Head? We should have plenty more water if you're dehydrated."

"I dunno..." You slump over a bit, broken and frustrated, and that gets Arven on his feet.

"I'm getting you some water, 'kay? How about you get to bed early tonight? I can take care of the rest of everything." Arven's already kneeling at your side with your water bottle in hand, freshly refilled. "Or we can call a cab. Did you wanna go home?"

You take the water bottle from him, and with hands now free he's got one at your back, stroking small comforting circles. You jolt at the sensation but quickly melt into it, smiling to yourself. Those butterflies are back in your stomach, making you every kind of anxious, but... Arven's here. That makes it feel better. You want to cling to that.

You take a deep, long swig of your drink, and Arven doesn't leave your side.

"You good, bud?" He asks as you puff out an exhale.

"Dunno... My head feels...swimmy..." One of your hands also clutches at your stomach lightly trying to calm the swarm of flutters.

Arven moves himself to be in your line of sight, pushing back his bangs to get a better look at you.

"Do you have a fever, maybe?" He asks, pressing his palm to your forehead.

The touch is warm but no warmer than you already were, given your intense flush at having Arven so close. When his hand touches your face like that, you jolt, but again a part of you forces yourself to relax against his touch.

He's only Arven after all.

He stays there for one...two...three long moments.

"I...I don't know what should feel like a fever or not, sorry." He admits then goes to stand. "We should get you to sleep though. Or that cab. Do you think you should sleep here or at home? Keep drinking your water, too."

"Uh..." A rational part of your mind tells you that you should go home. You need time away from Arven to figure out what the hell is going on with you. Thing is, that little voice is being drowned out by the much larger part of your brain (or is it your heart?) telling you that you just want Arven back near you again. Touching your forehead, rubbing calming circles into your back, pressing his mouth to yours--

And there it is. The realization washes over you like running water, chilling you to the bone and making you physically shiver.

You've fallen for your best friend in the world.

Fuck, you're stupid for not realizing it sooner. Of course you love him! He's amazing! His food is probably the best in the world, and he's got such beautiful hair? His eyes? God, you could swim in them... And he's so good and sweet when he wants to be! Of course you love him, it all makes so much sense!

You start to chuckle a bit as you sit there with your head in your hands.

Arven looks at you confusedly from where he's standing above you.

"Uh... Buddy? Did you hit your head earlier, and I missed it?"

Your chuckling turns into a full on giggle, then a laugh. You nearly fall off your seat.

"Okay, bud. You're kinda starting to worry me here." Arven leans back down to your level. "I'm gonna call a cab and take you back to your place, okay?"

"I-It's okay," You finally respond as the laughter subsides. "I just, uh... Realized something stupid. Like, really dumb."

"Uh-huh..." He can tell you won't elaborate further, so Arven lets it drop. "I'm still calling the cab though. You probably need to sleep in a real bed for the night."

So the two of you get whisked back to your apartment, which is basically just a storage area for your stuff in between camping excursions. Arven sees you off to bed, telling you that he'll be on the sofa for the night and is nearby if you need anything.

You want to protest and tell him that he doesn't have to do that. He can go back out or share the bed with you, but neither seems entirely appropriate, as much as you really would like to cuddle up to him. Wow, you have it bad for him, huh.

You lay awake in your bed that night, knowing Arven is just a few steps away from your door, ready to take care of you if needed, and your heart hurts.

You've gotta tell him. It wouldn't be right to hold onto something like this. Plus, that'll give you the chance to pick up the pieces and move on faster. He's your best friend. He won't leave you over something so silly as a crush on him.

So you resolve to tell him in the morning.

And then you don't. You just can't form the words. They get trapped in your throat like a too-big bite of food, blocking off your airway. You can only swallow down the lump slowly and try again.

Arven for his part seems to take your bizarre behavior in stride. In his mind you just don't feel well, so he makes you promise to go see a doctor and gets out of your hair with a final reminder that he's just a text away if you need anything at all.

After you usher him out the door with a smile and a wave, you collapse against the frame and sink to the floor.

You're so fucked.

But you do end up seeing a doctor.

Well...kinda.

You don't often return to the academy, maybe making the trip every month or so to check in with Jacq or Saguaro. Sometimes Clavell (or your good buddy Clive, as you like to remind him) has something league related to ask you.

Sometimes, like now, you go to hang out with Miriam and shoot the shit when all the students are in class and she's free from her own classes.

You sit there in a spinny chair going in circles.

"What the hell am I gonna do here?"

Miriam sighs, eyeing you from her desk as she taps a pencil against her lips. "I mean. I'm still surprised you two weren't already dating."

Your cover your face in your hands. "Miriam! That doesn't help! How do we even know he even likes guys at all?!"

"Sweetie." She deadpans. "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious!"

"Yeah, I really don't think you need to worry about that. Promise."

You groan. "This is fucked."

"I'm telling you, it's not that complicated. Make the guy a sandwich or something and tell him you wanna smooch. It's that easy."

"Yeah, for you! Aren't you like a former model or something?"

She laughs. "And you're a Paldean champion. C'mon the two of you have been hanging out together for how long now? Have faith in Arven. Even if he doesn't reciprocate, he won't be an asshole."

Well. He can be an asshole, but he stopped being one to you years ago. You just don't say that part out loud.

"You're right..." You admit. "I'm just gonna have to do this."

"Atta boy!" She cheers. "Wanna lollipop or something? Will that make it easier?"

"....yeah."

You leave the academy with like 5 cherry lollipops and a new resolve.

When you get home you text Arven that you're done at the doctor's and you're fine. He basically responds with a thumbs up emoji, but that's usually about as much as you get from him with texts.

You ask if he wants to come over to your place for dinner, and you get the same reply almost immediately.

Cool. So you're doing this. Gonna tell your best friend that you want to be boyfriends. Oof.

You've faced off against scarier things than this. It'll be fine.

So you grab some takeaway from the treasure eatery (Larry really turned you onto those rice balls) and then decide to make something from scratch in the kitchen. Arven would appreciate that. He always cooks, so it makes sense that he might appreciate you putting forth the effort, too.

You call your mom and have her text you your favorite sugar cookie recipe. They should be easy enough, and it's not like you're hopeless in the kitchen.

Arven arrives to warm food on plates on your kitchen's breakfast bar, since you don't really have a dining room in your apartment. You've just finished putting the cookies in the oven, thankfully, so Arven doesn't see the surprise. (Fuck. Hopefully it isn't too cringe?)

"So you're all good then? No concussion or flu or brain eating parasite?" He asks after tossing his massive backpack onto the sofa and sitting on a barstool.

"Yup. Just overexerted myself, I guess." You reply with a laugh, joining him across the bar. "Got kinda worked up into a frenzy or something."

"Yeah you got kinda weird there before I took you home." He tells you matter-of-factly as he digs in. "You were kinda getting cozy in the cab, ya know? Thanks for the food by the way!"

You flush furiously. "Uh. Yeah... Sorry about that. I didn't realize I made you uncomfortable." Fuck fuck fuck. Abort abort abort.

Arven snorts, bringing another mouthful to his lips. He speaks as he chews with a hand over his mouth, so you can't see a good part of his face. "Hardly. I didn't mind at all! You're my little buddy, after all. It just wasn't like you to get cuddly like that..." He coughs a bit. "But it's more than fine with me, y'know?"

You don't know, but you nod anyway. "So... I should get cuddly more often?" You hazard, feeling like you've just stepped into very dangerous territory.

Arven pauses, his gaze darts to you but then he suddenly becomes fixated on the patterned tile of the bar.. "I-I mean... I'm not saying you have to be that way. Like I'm not... I mean. I guess, I just mean... I want you to feel safe? With me?" He trails off.

Your stomach lurches. "I do!" It comes out far too loud. "I-I mean," You adjust your volume. "I do feel safe. With you. You're basically my favorite person..." You force a little laugh to lighten the vibe, but it just comes off as nervous. You push some food around on your plate.

Arven reaches across the bar to take your hand.

"You're my favorite person, too."

It takes all your courage to meet his gaze in that instant, and you just about feel yourself melt into a puddle from the soft look Arven is giving you.

"I like you so much." It comes out in a rushed half-spoken whimper, and you cringe as it leaves your mouth. You go to pull your hand away, correct yourself somehow, but Arven holds it tight in his grasp.

"What?"

"I-I..." You feel your throat closing up on you. Fuck what if this is anaphylaxis? Wouldn't that be embarrassing? Or wait, is it worse to be confessing your crush to your best friend?

"I like you too." Arven supplies softly when he sees that you've gotten lost in your head again.

You look at him, astounded. "Y-yeah?"

He slowly smiles, eyes going soft again. "Uh...haha, yeah. I do." It's his turn to blush under your gaze. He squeezes your hand again, and you squeeze back without thinking. "For a long time now actually. I just...I didn't know if you'd feel the same?"

"Same!" You reply. "I mean... I only realized what I was feeling...like a few days ago? But...I think it's been there for a while now." You laugh softly, feeling a crushing weight lift from your chest. Your other hand reaches over the bar to grab at his, which he gladly takes. "I like you." You say with a smile, more sure of yourself, revelling in the feeling.

Arven looks starstruck. "I like you too."

"Hold on!" You say quickly as you let go of Arven's hands. In less than a moment, you're around the bar and on the same side as him. You take his hands in yours again and get in closer now that the barrier is gone.

"Okay. Better."

Arven laughs and rolls his eyes. He's still seated on the barstool, so your heights are fairly even. He pulls you into a hug which you eagerly return, squeezing him close. The two of you laugh the tiniest bit in it, the relief feeling like a soothing balm.

When you pull away, Arven keeps you close and meets your gaze. He's got that soft gooey look again, and you have to remind your knees to keep you upright. He smiles, a single dimple appearing on one of his cheeks. You watch him look to your mouth.

He leans in, eyes closing, and you follow the motion.

Your lips meet in the middle, and it doesn't feel like a burn or like static electricity or a jolt. It's just. Warm. And soft. Just like Arven.

He pulls away before you do, and your mouth chases his a fraction of an inch. He huffs a laugh through his nose, barely audible.

You stand there quietly together for who knows how long, just looking at one another, leaning in for soft kisses on the cheeks and mouth, until Arven properly pulls away from you.

"Uh...do you smell that?"

You smell the air. "Fuck, the cookies!" You drop his hands and run back to the oven.

They're not...horribly burnt. Just a little more brown than golden-brown.

Arven laughs jovially at the attempt when you show him.

On the sheet are yours and his initials spelled out in dough with a heart shaped cookie between them.

Or. That was the attempt.

You can still kinda tell that was the goal, but the cookies spread too much in the oven making them look a bit too blobby.

Still, they don't taste bad.

So your relationship was sealed with several kisses and slightly burnt cookies.

-

As for first times, they come later on down the road. Actually, literally down the road, as you shared sleeping spaces together while camping.

You were on Socarrat Trail, well away from any other human contact, tucked into a cave and lost in your own private world the first time you two truly touched one another. The evening had started innocently enough with simple kisses in your now shared sleeping bag. You're both shirtless and in sleep shorts, nothing crazy. You're on your sides, swapping kisses while your fingers knot themselves in Arven's hair and he scratches loving lines down your exposed back. His kisses drift a bit further down, and he mouths softly at your neck, teeth scraping against your pulse point without pressing too hard. You gasp at the sensation, making him chuckle lowly. "New spot," He notes, teasing, before moving to straddle you, which you allow easily enough. It's nice having him be physically overpowering in moments like these, taking control away from you when you're usually the one keeping you both safe out on the trails.

One of his hands pins yours by your head as he leans in to worry at that spot again. The other dances down your chest, resting lightly on your abdomen. He loves the way he can feel your breathing hitch and your muscles contract from here.

Your hips roll up to meet his, looking for any kind of friction beyond the fabric of your shorts.

"C-can you, mmm..." Your request is cut off by Arven's teeth at your earlobe, biting with just enough pressure to make you want to keen his name.

"Hmm?" He asks, not actually letting go.

"Can you...touch me? Fuck," You grind against him again, this time actually making sweet contact. "Please."

"I think that can be arranged..." Arven tells you in a sickeningly sweet tone. The hand lightly pressed against your abdomen trails lower, his fingers moving softly through the trail of hair beneath your belly button before he gets to the elastic waistband of your shorts.

"You sure?" He asks with sincerity.

"Yes, please!" You reply, rolling your hips again in hopes of meeting his hand.

Arven nods against your skin, and he dips his hands beneath your waistband. His slender fingers meet your cock, and you jolt just a bit at the contact, hissing your pleasure into the comfort of his hand wrapping around you. Fuck, that's better than the feeling of your own.

You grind against him, basically fucking into his fist, feeling the warmth of him envelope you so wonderfully. It takes very little time for you to set a rhythm. He doesn't really even have to do anything but hold you there as you hump against his hand like some horny teenager.

A tiny whimper leaves your throat, and Arven kisses you where the sound reverberated against your throat. "Fuck you're good like this. I-I got some lotion though. Want me to grab it?"

You nod, and Arven briefly moves away from you to uncap a little bottle. He squirts some into his hands and rubs them quickly, warming it up before bringing bothbback to you.

You nearly cry out at the sensation of having both hands on you, holding you warm and wet and tight, but hold it back, moaning into your bitten lip. Arven watches you, enthralled.

"God you look good like this." With a proper lubricant, he finally allows his hands to stroke properly up and down your shaft. You arch your back at the sensation just a bit, your legs spreading to find purchase against the vinyl of the sleeping bags. "Shit that's nice... Can I do the same for you?"

You feel Arven's fingers twitch around you when you ask, but he nods all the same. "Y-Yeah...when you're done. C-can I make you cum?"

You groan. "Fuck yes!" Your hips pick up the pace, not caring for the loving steady tempo Arven set as he strokes you. "Just get me there..."

Arven meets your pace, squeezing your cock with little pulses that have your hips going haywire for a moment. His other hand dips just a bit lower, warmly cupping and then gently squeezing your balls in a way that makes your breath hitch. His touch is firm and warm, and in very little time, you grunt out a quick warning of "C-cumming!" Before you splatter your abdomen and chest. Arven keeps stroking you through it, watching with rapt attention as more spurts dribble from your tip before you start to recoil into softness, growing over sensitive.

You hear him audibly swallow as you catch your breath, reaching for a rag or something to wipe yourself up quickly. He tosses one to you and looks away as you make quick work of cleaning yourself.

"That was..." You both say at the same time, then chuckle awkwardly.

"C-Can I...?" You ask, as you sit up a little woozily as the blood slowly returns to the remainder of your body.

"Uh...y-yeah! Please." Arven replies softly, meeting your gaze only briefly as you swap places. You quickly lube up your hands before you lean over him, biting his neck softly as your hand travels down to his already painfully hard erection.

He jumps at your touch, the slightest groan of excitement slipping through his lips.

"Fuck, that's hot. You're so hard..." You tell him with a touch of wonder in your voice as you firmly grip him at the base of his cock.

"Not fair!" He whimpers. "I-I had to watch you first... 'course I'm hard after that..."

You laugh a little and kiss him. "Well I'm taking care of you now."

And something about that really must do something for Arven because he practically crumples in your hands at that moment. "G-God, please!" He whines, fucking into your fist without you even moving, and if that isn't a fucking sight. If you weren't spent from a moment ago, you know you'd be getting hard again at the blissed out and needy look on Arven's face.

You continue pumping his cock, placing loving kisses along his throat and collarbone as you do.

Arven writhes beneath you, huffing out little moans of pleasure at your touch.

"P-please... So good!" He whines, matching the pace of your hand. You muffle him with a kiss on the mouth, peppering his face in kisses soon after.

"I've got you," You tell him. "You just tell me what you need, 'kay?"

Arven practically sobs. "J-just keep going, please!"

"Sure thing," You reply, refocusing your attention on pumping his cock. You lift your thumb, just a bit, to smear the precum that's beaded from his tip. Fuck, you want to taste him... Another time.

"You look so good like this, ya know?" You whisper into the shell of his ear. Arven whimpers, his hips stuttering, losing their rhythm. "I love seeing you like this, all needy and vulnerable for me? It's really hot."

"P-please..." He whines.

"Please what?" You ask. "Are you looking for permission to cum? Oh, Arven..." You murmur, feeling how every muscle in his body seemed to tense at that moment. "You cum whenever you like. I've got you. I'm here..."

And that's what does it. Arven shoots his load hard and far, more of it landing on his chest than you were expecting. Fuck, it looks good...

You keep pumping him through it, milking him for all he's worth while he babbles sweet nothings between moans of your name until he goes fully soft in your hand.

You let yourself collapse next to him as he pants.

"Good?" You ask.

"Fuck..." He breathes heavy and hot.

You laugh and pass him a rag to clean up with.

"You looked so good like that. Shit... I dunno, man. We might need to go again." You snuggle up next to him as he tosses the cloth away.

"Give me a minute..." He says with a laugh. "We got all the time in the world."

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #arven x male reader

[two-white-butterflies]

don't you | h. targaryen

Description: You meet your ex-girlfriend in a party while wrapped around the arm of your brand new fling. A fight begins. Messy sex. Warning: Mature 18+ (wlw, edging, oral f. recieving) Author's Note: inspired with don't you by taylor swift. (if you are a creep who fetishizes wlw then please don't read.)

Helaena's hold around her glass tightened as she sees you walk inside the room - with your hands wrapped around that lass. It's been five-years since your break-up. You were together at the start of college - then you dumped her because you weren't prepared to come out yet - and now here you were fucking public with another woman. "Hel, you okay?" Dyanna asks and she nods her head.

There wasn't a damn thing changed about you - still walking ahead with confidence, while she mucks in the corner. "Vodka and diet coke," you hum, smiling at the bartender with unreleased passion. The girl beside you hasn't stopped giggling since you entered - and honestly, Helaena couldn't blame her - because you were hilarious.

Hilarious to the point that it would take an eternity to forget your corny jokes. "I'll have a martini," the girl beside you smiles, keeping her arms wrapped around you.

Helaena releases a sigh. She glances at you - watching as you buried your face in the crook of another girl's neck. You were perfect for each other - made of enough sugar and spice to last an eternity, but the timing wasn't right - the world wasn't ready for you at that time.

"Fuck, isn't that your ex?" Dyanna teased in a hushed whisper - panic floods her senses seeing that your attention was now on her. "Dyanna," she groans, turning her body the other way. "Give me a second," you whisper to the woman beside you.

She curses to herself seeing that you were walking towards her. She looks the other way - pretending that you didn't exist in her galaxy. You stopped in front of their table - giving her a casual smile. "Hey Helaena, right? It's been years." you exaggerate with a toothy-grin.

She closed her eyes.

Don't you even begin with her.

Don't you say that you missed her, if you wanted her away.

She opens her eyes again - seeing that you weren't deterred by her silence. "How've you been?" you ask, sitting beside her. Her eyes trail to your orbs - flickering with all the lights inside this hot room. Pink, Violet and Blue - illuminating your features perfectly. "I'm good," she answers plainly - not wanting to reconnect.

"That's nice to hear - I mean, really sorry about your mom dying." your eyes soften, and she begins to phantom adjust her glasses - forgetting about the fact that she was wearing contacts. "I'm fine now." she corrects, building a wall between you. But your smile doesn't falter - nor does your ambition to fuck her tonight.

Dyanna excuses herself silently, walking away from the table and leaving the both of you alone. Your eyes trail down to Dyanna's leaving figure. Feeling the volcano inside of you erupt. Helaena looked beautiful clad in green - her cheeks still had that rosy tint that you craved back in school. Her hair was shorter, and it made her seem mature.

"I was looking at you across the room - and all I could ever think about was your lips on mine." you say brashly - already anticipating that maroon tinge on her cheeks. "You look amazing, Helaena." you compliment, attempting to stand up - not wanting to make her uncomfortable anymore, but she pulls you down.

She never intended to walk out tonight still being friends.

"What about that girl you were with?" she asked, reaching to buckle her seatbelt properly. "She's a fling - and you're a fling, unless you want to make it something more?" you teased, preparing to accelerate the car. "I don't want to leave as a fling." she huffs, and you chuckle at her brattiness.

"You'll go home my wife, then."

Strong arms wrapped around her body as she buckled to reach her high. "Uhh, right there." she moans - feeling your tongue lick all the spots her hand couldn't reach. "Calm down," you amused - devouring her savory cunt. She looks at you - watching with caution while you buried your face in her pussy. "You taste so good baby." you praise, inserting a finger on her swollen clit. " - but no cumming." you warn - staring deep into her purple eyes.

You go down again - swirling your tongue along her clitoris. Rubbing comforting circles that sent electric sparks down her body. She felt good like this - wrapped around your fingers and bending to your will. You release her pussy from your mouth - instead, your fingers prod around her cunt, inserting two fingers.

The thrusts were slow at first, seeing that she was already sensitive from the stimulation given by your tongue. One slow thrust - that managed to rack her brain. "Uhuh," she moaned - feeling slow pleasure build in her stomach. "Faster," she demanded - earning another chuckle from you.

Your hands began to thrust in another angle - her wetness provided lubrication for your fingers.

Going in and out.

In and out.

"I'm cumming," she warns and your thrusting stops. "No." you command, and her eyes narrowed - feeling the bliss sweep away from her body. She moans your name, " - please let me cum." she pleads - not waiting for you to tell her.

"No." you smirk, continuing to pump on her wet hole. "Please baby." she groans impatiently. "Okay, okay." you nod - feeling her spasm around your fingers. You brings those fingers to her lips - watching as she licks them silently without command.

"Good girl."

ToeLicker69: she proposed to me, then brought out some press-ons so that my nails would look good. if that ain't love, then i don't know what love is 🤷🏻‍♀️

HelaenasSlave: i love you pls marry me - ToeLicker69: i alr said yes

Daemon_Targ69: Congrats Helaena! Kids soon? 😁 - SlaynorVelaryon: When will YOU have kids? Mind ur own business bitch - Daemon_Targ69: Whose dad is this? Pick him up pls, he's scaring the dogs @jaceyjacejace @lucerys_gaming

Author's Note: My first wlw fic ever, because I keep seeing people who fetishize wlw relationships in a way that demonizes the LGBT+ community. I hope that this fic provides representation for my Helaena lovers (me) out there, because there isn't much written about my QUEEN.

taglist: @evattude @sl-ut @froglovers-stuff @tired-ninfa @ethereallocs

#house of the dragon imagine #helaena targaryen #helaena targaryen fanfic #helaena targaryen imagine #helaena x reader #helaena targaryen x reader

[starsareseen]

Mommy!May Entry

Jeongin x fem!reader

Word count: 1,020

Genre: Smut (minors do not interact)

Content: Soft dom Jeongin, nipple sucking, teasing, fingering, reader wants a baby, praise, aftercare, pet names: mommy, baby, darling, good girl

A/N: Thank you @whatudowhennooneseesyou for making this delightful event and allowing me to participate! Being able to work with the chosen prompts got those creative juices flowing immediately and it was really fun! I hope you ell enjoy ❤️

Although Jeongin is observant, he doesn’t need to be to understand what you’re going through. The way you’ve been cuddled into him for almost five minutes, completely silent, reveling in his presence. Jeongin feels a sense of pride knowing he can be your comfort like this. And so he holds onto you tightly, admiring the way you admire him. You raise his shirt softly and look up at him, a silent request for permission and he nods, adjusting his position. You rub his chest for a moment before nuzzling it with your face and then finally wrapping your lips around one of his nipples. One of his hands caresses your head as you begin to suckle almost hungrily.

“Don’t bite, hm?”

He’s lucky you’re not feeling bratty right now, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want to play. You release his nipple, now licking a long stripe from underneath one of his pecs to the top and you quickly flick your tongue back and forth over the erect bud. Jeongin laughs lightly, taking hold of your chin and pulling you close to his face.

“Eager for something, are we?” He asks and you nod, baring your best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“You know you can always just ask, darling. Does mommy ever tell you no?”

“No.” You answer, shying away but smiling nonetheless.

"So, what is it?" 

"Mm.. I want a baby."

Jeongin isn't sure if it's the hormones speaking or if it's part of this little "game" but it doesn't matter to him, not when he gets to cum in his favorite place. Granted, everywhere in (and on) you is his favorite but that's besides the point. Who is he to deprive you?

"Aw, my baby wants a baby, hm?"

He rolls you both over so he’s on top of you, now kissing your neck slowly. You feel the heat rushing through every part of your body and you tug at your shirt to get it off while you hum an affirmation but he stops to look at you.

“Words, darling. Talk to me.” He says, pulling your shirt off for you.

"Yes… I do." Your voice is small but Jeongin is pleased, resuming his random placements of kisses on your body. He lays a hand against your stomach for a moment and the silence is nearly deafening before he breaks it.

"Can you picture it, darling? You're gonna look so cute when you're all filled up. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes, please, yes!" You whine and Jeongin smirks, getting off the bed and tapping the edge for you to join him. After you make it, he strips both of you of your remaining clothes before guiding you into position, standing on the floor,  bent over the edge of the bed.

He leans over your back, head near yours and he speaks quietly, although not in a whisper:

"Open up for mommy, okay? Gonna make sure you're nice and full." He says, leaving a kiss on the lobe of your ear.

You spread your legs, thankful for the support of the bed because that comment alone is making your knees weak. He starts off with his fingers, watching as two of them easily slip into your wet cunt. He moves them slowly in and out, working you up until you're a mess, hardly able to keep in place, unaware of the fact you're drooling on the blanket beneath you. You struggle to stay up but Jeongin’s other arm holds you in place. When he feels you begin to clench, he pulls them out, now rubbing his cock with the wetness he's gathered from you before running it through and around your folds, the sensation on your clit making you frantic.

"Mmm, mommy..."

"It's okay, relax darling, it's coming."

His cock sinks into you no later than the last word leaves his mouth and he fits so perfectly, it makes you both dizzy. His hands gently knead your skin, your hips, your butt, your thighs as he fucks into you, thrusts steadily quickening. With the way he drags along your warm walls, the pleasure doesn't take long to build up.

"O-oh I'm close, baby.." He pants.

You can only hum at this which causes Jeongin to laugh. He licks his lips and leans over you once again, wrapping an arm around you to feel your stomach.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?"

"Mm-hmm..."

"That's right, I know you are. Can't let any spill, are you ready? Can you take it all for mommy?"

"Yesyesyesyesyes-" You chant, already shaking with the arrival of your orgasm so close.

"Oh fuck, there we go, darling, you got it-"

You don't hear the rest of what he says as you grasp tightly onto the poor blanket under you, your orgasm hitting at once, causing you to see fireworks and clench down so deliciously, Jeongin finishes immediately, filling you up like he said he would.

You're exhausted, you both are, but what kind of mommy would Jeongin be if he didn't take care of you before anything else? You've fallen onto the bed, completely blissed out but once he's back in the room, Jeongin is quick to help you back into bed properly where he begins to wipe your eyes and mouth with a damp cloth.

"My good girl, so patient and sweet. You did so well." He says, and the words make you blush as he cups your cheeks and presses a warm kiss to your forehead. Oh how good a compliment from mommy makes you feel! He brings the cloth between your legs to finish cleaning you off and then opens the bottle of water from the end table and holds it out to you. Even though you decline, he holds out until you take a sip, then he finally guzzles half the bottle himself.

"Can we.. cuddle some more?" You ask.

Climbing into his spot next to you, Jeongin pulls you close without another word. Once again nuzzling your face into him, you place a few kisses on his chest before promptly falling asleep, safe and comfortable in his arms.

#jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut #stray kids smut #mommy!may

[riseofamoonycake]

Also since ur asks r open are you willing to write a Hanzo NSFW head canons?

OF COURSE I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING SPICY FOR THE HUSBAND OF THE ENTIRE FANDOM!

This man deserves all the hottest things no stop I swear I cannot resist I want him so bad-

HANZO - NSFW hcs

A complete, adorable bottom for you. He tries to be the top of the situation, but he can't help melting and admitting defeat when you climb on him and grab his shoulders, or if you stroke his chest and gently ask him to stay on his lap; especially if you gìve him one of your adorable smiles and kiss him on the nose. At this point, the man is totally a love slave and you can do whatever you want to him.

So needy for your touch, he can cry and pester you for hours if you don't give him attention; then, in punishment, he starts to tease and pinch you in all your sensitive points, and when you are so aroused you could devour him in one bite, he leaves you unsatisfied and begging for his mercy. But mercy won't come for you, brat.

Hanzo has the cute ability to sense every time you are down in the dumps, in need of cuddles or of a high quality sex, so he sneaks into your room at deep night (at every hour to be honest), hugs you tightly and drags you to bed to give you relief. Such a sweet, caring man!

Scrape his nape, sink and use your nails on his back, and lick his earlobe while you breath and moan against his neck. The reaction is priceless, and even what he will do to you afterwards.

Another thing that makes him go crazy is when you stroke his sideburns and play with the cheeks. Your touch is soothing and arousing at the same time and he can't resist too much before jumping on you and pressing you against the mattress or the wall, covered in sweat and already panting, totally insane for you.

This puppy can go on and on for hours, without a little rest. His stamina is unbelievable and the rounds never end, also his mouth works all the time on your skin, sucking and biting or simply kissing you until your body is all covered in red marks and licked from head to toe. Also, he doesn't shut up a second, he keeps whispering to your ear or lips and hugging you, rubbing his body against you until you think you two merged together, for the eternity to come.

Besides his mouth, Hanzo is good, tooo good with his hands. Long, expert, hungry fingers that play your body like the most precious instruments, that look for your sensitive spots to heat you up more and more, and that love to slip into your warm holes to make you whine, squirm, and dream. You just got used to them rubbing that spot? Well, then they begin to torment another part of you, and you can only scream more.

Wakes you up in the morning by eating you out or playing with your nipples, so the day starts under the sign of pleasure. This man loves to control you with his tongue and feel the grip of your hands on his flesh, he cannot stop so easily so he only has to keep going.

The more he can squeeze and rub his face against, the happier he is: so he would totally adore curves, big breasts and buttocks, soft bellies and thick thighs. There is no space for insecurities, Hanzo kills all of them one by one with all the praise and the adoring looks with which he stares at your body.

I cannot say if it is bigger his size kink or the sudden pleasure that takes him when you chant your name and roll your eyes while he is pounding sweetly, but steadily, into you. But don't expect him to call you with vulgar names, he hates degradation with all himself.

Kisses on the throat are more than welcomed, in exchange, if you want and are into it, he can show all his ability in knife play (but only to tease or cut clothes, and not to carve).

Immediately goes red if he sees you in a corset, no matter your body type or gender, and doesn't talk for entire minutes. Go easy on him.

... NO JUST KIDDING TAKE YOUR MAN NOW

#tenkaichi #hattori hanzo #hattori hanzo tenkaichi #tenkaichi - nihon saikyou bugeisha ketteisen