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4ngel-inc · 2 months

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SLUTTY OSAMU DAZAI — 𝓒𝓡𝓨 𝓕𝓞𝓡 𝓜𝓔 ᰔ

summary — after catching dazai flirting with another woman, you decide to remind him he's yours. sure, you're a little mean about it, but how else will he learn to behave himself?

tags — [ MDNI / 18+ ], dialogue heavy, fem reader, dominant reader, submissive dazai, dirty talk, punishment, verbal degradation. 2.1k words.

you're certain dazai doesn't know what's coming—how could he? you've been tugging on his arm the entire walk home, your fingers interlaced with his as you laugh at all of his cheesy jokes just the way he likes, fluttering your eyelashes when he looks over toward you with that beautiful smile that makes nearly everyone melt.

you almost feel bad, the way you're deceiving him, the way you're hiding how angry and frustrated you are at how disobedient he's been—but he's just so gorgeous, you can't help but spoil your sweet little baby with a few soft kisses and fake laughs before you get home. what could it hurt, after all? the cafe is only a few blocks from your shared apartment, surely indulging his ego for a short time longer couldn't cause any harm.

when you finally enter your shared home, dazai sighs, happy to be in his safe space that smells so much like you again. "ah- that was fun," he hangs his coat and scarf in the entryway closet before turning towards you, smiling as he takes yours off for you as well. "this looks pretty on you, i like the color," he unwinds your plaid scarf from your neck and hangs it up before sliding your coat down your arms, carefully ruffling it into place before he hangs it back on the velvet hanger.

"i'm glad you had fun," your voice is still as sweet as it was on the walk home, "you looked handsome."

"awww," he tugs on your arm to pull you in, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he gazes down at you lovingly, his eyes eventually falling to your lips, "you always know just what to say, angel, i swear my heart beats faster when such sweet things fall from these lips," he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip and leans closer to kiss you, but you stop him with a hand against his chest just before his mouth touches yours.

he frowns, eyes fluttering back open, "something wrong? i wanted a kiss." you detect the hint of a whine in his tone, and it makes your heart clench—you really should be nicer to him, shouldn't you? surely he didn't mean to be so insufferable at the cafe, but it's been much too much lately. every time you turn around, you catch dazai making eyes at another waitress or flirting with the barista at your local coffee shop. it's just. . . too much.

you've even been extra patient with him lately, understanding he's probably just feeling a little needy—but despite all of your sweet kisses and compliments and the way you ride him until he's practically crying each night, he still wants more. your love isn't enough for him, clearly. but if he's going to look elsewhere for affection, you might as well remind him what he's missing out on every second his mind isn't on you and you alone. you've practically given him everything, what would happen if you took it all away?

"yes, i know you wanted a kiss. but why take one from me? my kisses are precious." you separate yourself from him a bit, and he looks like he might cry already.

"i don't know what that means?"

"why kiss me? there are plenty of people in the world you can kiss, why choose me?"

he whines, "don't joke around, honey bun. come here, you're the only one i want to kiss." he attempts to pull you back in, but you turn away, kicking your heels off before settling on the bar stool behind you with your legs crossed.

"we need to talk, dazai."

"w-why are you calling me that?" his eyes are glossy now, and he unconsciously juts his lower lip out a bit. his stomach twists and it already feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest, all from simply hearing his name leave your lips drenched with such a thick tone of disappointment. he's failed you again, that much he's sure of, but how? why?

"because you don't fucking listen when i'm nice to you, do you?"

"i- wh- where is this coming from? what did i do?"

"you disrespected me, again, but of course you know that- you just can't keep it in your pants for five fucking seconds even though you know it'll piss me off. come here," you gesture to him and he approaches you stoically, knowing better than to reach out toward you or try to touch you. "maybe you like making me mad, is that it?" you reach up to run a hand through his hair, and he almost thinks you're cooling down from your gentle tone at the last statement, until you land a soft slap to his face, with just the right amount of pressure to have his cock twitching in his pants.

his mouth falls open, unsure of what to say. despite the fact you're "punishing" him, he selfishly wants this game to continue, per usual. it is why he enjoys pissing you off in the first place, after all. you uncross your legs and jump from the barstool, striding into your shared bedroom, "come." he follows your lead like a lost puppy until you shut the door in his face. "oh, did you want to come in?" you call through the door sarcastically.

he's silent again for a moment before speaking, "do i have to sleep here?" dazai knows your ways by now, it wouldn't be the first time you've made him sleep away from you, though you've never actually made him sleep on the floor, only at the edge of your shared bed, as far away from you as possible, or on the couch when you're feeling particularly spiteful.

he pouts and begins to walk away until he hears the click of the door opening, "hmm, i'm not sure. do you think you deserve to come in?" your pretty eyes scolding him wordlessly only entices him more—he's always loved your eyes, the pretty color of your irises and fullness of your lashes only has his cock growing harder in his slacks.

"i'll do anything."

"anything? that's a heavy promise, dazai."

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"you wanted to get fucked, didn't you? what if i fuck you here?" your finger traces over dazai's tight hole, threatening to press a finger in, though he knows you won't. you just love to tease him—love to threaten harsher punishment he knows you won't actually give.

though you never push him past his limits, the thought still intrigues him, though he won't pursue it. "n-not there," he whines, and you relent, leaning forward to kiss his shaft again, fingers playing with the bead of precum at the tip.

"this cock is so fucking pathetic, you expect me to fuck you? i'm too pretty for a man like you, you're nothing but a womanizer."

"i'm sorry, i'm just- s-so sorry," his head lolls back as you continue to tease his cock with your fingertips, squeezing the spongy head lightly, pulling a deep groan from him as he pulls his legs back farther, hands hooked under his knees like you'd instructed. his cock, balls, and asshole on full display has him feeling more vulnerable than ever, though he loves the feeling of being entirely submitted to you.

"yeah, you told me already. but what are you going to do to change?"

"i w-wasn't serious, only flirting. she isn't even as pretty as you."

"flirting? you know what, dazai, i deserve better than you. you think women are just disposable, don't you? do you only love me because i'm pretty?"

"no!" he practically screams, "i can be better, f-for you."

you pull away at his words, removing your hands from him entirely, leaving him feeling cold and lonely. "i want to believe you, babe," you sigh, clearly exhausted, "but i don't know if you really mean it."

"let me show you?" he whines, and you relent.

"fine, come here," you squeeze his slender waist, encouraging him to approach you as he crawls into your lap, your hands squeezing his ass as he settles on top of you.

"i'll show you, i'll be everything you need. you don't need anyone else, i don't need anyone else. can i just-"

"just what? tell me, what do you want, osamu?" hearing you use his real name for the first time feels like a salve, soothing all of his worries, a bit of his confidence returning.

"can i. . . fuck you? i think you're so pretty, so perfect . . . so smart, you're so good to me, i-" he goes on and on for what feels like hours, complimenting you, whispering sweet praises, crying for you to fuck him, laying on the bed stroking his cock, doing anything he can to make you believe him, and when you don't climb on top of him after all of it, real tears finally spill from his eyes.

"you don't love me," he states matter of factly, and it's enough. . . it's just enough to make you give in, to end this little charade before his feelings are truly hurt—something you'd never want.

"i do love you, baby. i really do . . ." you straddle him as you stroke his cheek, wiping away the tears as he sniffles, examining the wetness as you rub your fingertips together, seemingly deep in thought. "but please, don't disobey me again. it hurts." he nods, and you finally give him what he wants.

who are you to deny your sweetest baby, after all? you've been so mean, your angel deserves a little praise after everything he's been through, right?

—

"you like that, don't you?" your hands squeeze dazai's throat gently, and though he's unable to respond fully, his eyes roll back, cock hardening inside you as you ride him—your hips undulate back and forth as your ass ripples, his hands gripping it tightly, almost as if he'll lose you completely if he lets go.

"i-uh," his voice cracks, and you release your hand.

"what is it? tell me, baby. use your words."

"f-feels so good, think i'm gonna cum already," his eyes are pleading, asking you wordlessly if he can cum inside you as he grabs your hand and places it back on his throat, squeezing his hand on top of yours.

"y'gonna cum inside me? you want that, honey?"

he nods frantically, finally spilling into you as you ride him faster, your hips moving against his at an almost harsh pace. "oh, 'm-cumming, inside, cumming inside, wanna fill you, wanna fill you- oh, god, it's good, oh it's good, mm," his little whines and whimpers are like music to your ears as he babbles mindlessly, enough to have you tightening around him silently as you cum as well—though you don't make a show of it, you don't want any attention on yourself anymore, only on him, your devoted lover, your sweetest angel. the person you love more than life itself.

as the heavy breathing in the room calms to a more comforting silence, you nuzzle into dazai's neck, placing soft kisses there. "i love you, osamu. you know that, right? you were so good."

he smiles, squeezing his arms around you as your feet gently caress his under the covers. "i know, i just-" you look up at him inquisitively, waiting for him to finish his sentence, "i love everything you do to me, feels so good. 's that wrong?"

"no, of course not. it's perfect, it's us."

he sighs, pulling you against him. despite disappointing you, dazai finds comfort in the fact the two of you fit perfectly together, body and soul. you make him so happy, he'll never do anything to upset you again—he tells himself as much.

though, in all honesty, he could get used to your punishment—somehow it always makes him feel even more loved in the end.

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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For multiverse Monday!! Where reader is so attracted to dealer!remus and she acts like she wants to buy from him but she only wants a chance to approach him and he knows it because that is so not like her and he is like “what is the real reason you’re talking to me?” And everything it’s like so flirty and there is tensionnn

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

When Remus opens the door he honestly thinks he might be dreaming. After all, he's only hauled himself out of bed seconds ago to answer the timid knocks on his door, so he could be in some sort of fantasy. One where you're standing on his doorstep, little pink purse clutched in your quivering hands.

"Hello," He hums cautiously, "Did you need something?"

"I want to... to buy, uh," You lower your voice, leaning in to whisper, "Drugs."

Now he's sure he's dreaming. Because there's absolutely no way you'd ever be interested in anything illegal, especially not what he sells, because he's seen you scrunch your nose up at the smell before.

"Really," He feigns serious curiosity, stepping aside to let you into his apartment, "Well, you'd better come in then."

You peer cautiously around his living room, like you're worried the police have been lurking just behind the door, waiting to catch you. All you find is dirty laundry, basketball shorts in a heap on the floor beside his couch.

"What kind of drugs?" He asks, and something like fear flashes through your eyes.

"Marijuana." You say resolutely, like you've practiced in the car, "Uh, you sell that, right?"

"I do," He has to fight a grin off of his face at your demeanor, "How much weed do 'ya want?"

"Um," You fall silent and nervous, "Like- do you measure in pounds?"

Remus has to nearly bite through his tongue to stop from laughing.

"Alright, Y/N. Let's stop here. What do you really want?"

"Weed," You echo his slang from earlier, "I- I want to buy drugs, Remus, I told you."

"No, you don't." He narrows his eyes, resting his back against the now-closed door, "Come on, out with it. You and I both know you'd never do drugs, so why are you really here?"

You can't answer him. You can't muster up the courage to tell him you're only at his door to see his pretty face, but the more you twist your fingers together and gnaw at the inside of your cheek, he knows.

Apparently you're easy to read. His lips twist further up into a smirk the longer it takes you to answer, but when the silence becomes too much to bear, he steps in.

"If you're not here to buy weed," He muses, taking it painfully slow to induce the most heat to your cheeks, "Then I think you must be here for me, yeah? 'Cause there's no other reason people come to my place. Not like my cat's very friendly, you haven't come to see her. I returned that book on Greek mythology a week ago to the library, so you can't be after that. I'm the only option left. 'S that right?"

He's spelled it out plain and simple for you, and you don't think denial is an option anymore. You nod slowly, eyes timidly dropping to the floor. and you hear his soft huff of laughter even if you don't see the mixture of amusement and fondness that's on his face.

"Well I'm very flattered." He grins lazily, "Why don't you have a seat," Remus gestures to his couch, scratching an itch crawling up the back of his neck, probably from a crumb in his bed, "I'll get you some water, and we can watch a movie. That sound good?"

"Okay," You nod, relieved but still mortified by the whole ordeal as you sink into his couch cushions.

Remus has a semi-hard time finding you a clean glass, but when he returns, it's full of ice cold water. You take it gratefully, though you stiffen slightly with nerves when he plops down beside you on the couch, and he reaches for the remote with a scarred hand.

"I'm glad you were just trying to flirt with me, honey," He muses, clicking through the options of streaming services he has, "The way you were asking, I thought you were an undercover cop."

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skywlker-sluvtt · 7 months

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we know Anakin gets off on feeling like a pervert, can we get lil headcanons on that???

RAHHHHH OF COURSE BABY I LOVE PERVY ANI SM

i'm not joking when i say bro can watch me shower idc he's my everything <3

anakin x afab!reader nsfw below the cut warning: somnophilia, slight non-con?

➮ okay so like anakin is basically a stalker. we all know how scary he was at the beginning at aotc. "please don't look at me like that" "why not? 👁️👄👁️"

➮ he likes to watch. just watching you is fun. examining your body, memorising every curve and scar. watching helps him imagine what you look like naked. he goes feral when you expose any type of skin. he's like some victorian lad freaking out over an ankle.

➮ before a relationship with you, he has to be secretive about it. he can't just steal your panties out in the open right? that might scare you, it's just his dirty little secret. anakin likes dirty secrets, they make him feel gross and ashamed. makes him feel like he's a disgusting pervert, but he likes that feeling it makes him horny more than anything else.

➮ anakin glances over at the pile of washing in your basket. he was sure you didn’t even notice you left a pair of lacy panties on the top. they were taunting him, he needs to steal them. he knows it's gross and wrong. god knows if they're washed or not but he wanted to find out. anakin secretly hopes they aren't clean.

➮ he steals them quickly balling them up into his pocket for later. when later comes he's lying back on his bed pressing the crotch of the panties to his nose, inhaling your scent as he touches himself. edging his throbbing cock while he smells you, excitedly he moves them down and licks them too, and finds his new favourite taste. it's not long until the panties are covered in his saliva as he bucks his hips into his hand. anakin's basically cleaned your panties with how wet they are with spit. he feels so dirty afterwards but it was worth it cause he just had the best nut of his life

➮ it satisfies him to hear you ask where your panties are and he's like "oh i don't even know what your panties look like lol" as if they aren't under his pillow covered in jizz.

➮ when he's in a relationship with you it gets even worse and there's no choice but to encourage it. even though he has access to you at all times he'll peek through the crack in the bathroom door to watch you shower. you're not even aware of it until you hear his little whimpers as he touches himself. he loves the sight of soap dripping across your body, your skin glistening under the bright bathroom light. it's too good not to jack off too

➮ humping your pillows is another one of his favourites. burying his nose in your sheets to smell you as he snaps his hips into your pillow. he quietly begs, as if you're there. "please mommy, f-fuck i need you" to the point he's in tears. if you don't catch him he'll just put the pillow where it belongs covered in his cum. but his absolute favourite is when you do catch him and punish him for it😼

➮ he never really grows out of it. as the war continues he gets even worse. if he returns home from a mission late at night he likes to use you while you sleep

➮ resting a hand on your cheek as he takes his cock out of his pants. "i missed you my love" he whispers as he pumps his cock a few times. He pushes your top up until your boobs are out and he can feel them. "you won't mind right angel? haven't felt you in weeks" he moaned pressing feather-light kisses all down your chest while he took off your panties.

➮ he manipulates your body, using the force to keep you sedated as he jacks off over your bare frame. rubbing his cock over your cunt watching every movement you make. "such a slut, even in your sleep you want me so bad don't you?" he whispers. he ruts into your pussy desperately until you wake up confused. you know exactly what's happening looking up at your boyfriend. "m'sorry, m'sorry just need you. i've been craving you"

➮ it's okay though because it's anakin. he gets away with it cause he's pretty <3

#perv!anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin smut #anakin imagine #star wars smut

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ja3hwa · 9 months

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Mingi + 29 if possible pls!! I'm obsessed with all your works ♡

Prompt : 29 "I can't get enough of you."

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Mission after mission Mingi grows impatient with your teasing and tonight he wanted nothing more than you see you fucked out and begging for him in the bar you just fought in.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.93k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Fluff, Dystopian Au

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Cowboy!Mingi x F.Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Making out, Fingering, Oral (Reader Receiving). Dirty talk. Swearing. Public sexual activities. Mentioning about railing/fucking the readers brain out. Pet names. (Y/n is not used in this story)

Note : I'm so happy you enjoy my work. And I hope you enjoy this one, my darling. ♡♡

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Stalking through the streets, gun tightly in your hand while you scope out your next target, was something you thrilled for. Listening closely to your surroundings, taking steps lighter than a feather. You were a born killer, and it made Mingi swoon every time he gets to see you in action. The way your body moves, the sharpness of your eyes, peaking through on the top of your bandanna that covers your face. You were perfect, untouchable, ruthless, and most importantly his.

You both just took out an entire bar filled with goons and undercover cops. Not one of them stood a chance when paired with the two of you. Mingi had moved all the bodies to the corner while you searched the tills and cupboards behind the bar, looking for the tip-off that you two were going to be there. And soon you found it tucked nicely under a couple of hundreds in the register. You put the money in your pocket along with the note, cause let's face it, what are dead people going to do with the money. Better you than some other scumbag coming here after you to take it.

You wiped your face with your sleeve, noticing there were blood speckles all over your cheeks and forehead. Mingi was watching you the whole time out the corner of his eyes, watching you steal, watching you nonchalantly wipe another man's blood off your perfect face. Maybe he was fucked up but he couldn’t help but find it extremely hot. You were walking power and confidence and Mingi wanted nothing more than you worship the ground you stood on. He had to continuously stop himself, from taking you in most places. When you fought off some goons a week ago he had to calm himself from wanting to pin you again the nearest wall and fuck your brains out. One time some lone fuck head tried to jump you and him in an alley and you knocked him out with one perfectly timed jab to the windpipe. Mingi tried so hard not to get on his knees and taste you until you were screaming.

Maybe you fighting off men made him horny…scratch that. It definitely made him hard.

“Min can you help me, I don’t know if I got all the blood off.” You spoke so innocently like you didn’t just kill five or six men. God Mingi’s head is dizzy. He walked over to you a little too quickly, which you noticed and chuckled slightly at it. He was quick to get to see if everything was okay. Also making sure there were no injuries since he was there. He might as well check.

“You’re all good.” He smiled, taking a step back so he wasn’t so close to you. Otherwise, he might just combust from the smell of your seductive perfume alone. You seemed to notice his actions, taking a step forward as he took another step back. And so a dance begins. Every stride you took was repeated until his legs hit the pool table behind him. He was stuck between the table, and you had to smirk at it.

“Are you okay Min?” oh don’t call him that... “Are you feeling sick or something?”

“N-no. Not at all…” He was losing it quickly, blush covered his features faster than he would have liked. His eyes darted around the room for a moment, seeing you were, in fact, completely alone, and you would be alone for at least an hour or until one of the boys went looking for you two. You placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart rate skyrocket. He knew you were testing him. Being a brat and seeing how far you could get him riled up. Cause in your mind he would never actually do anything, he might think it, and his lingering stares while you two were out on missions made you very aware of your lover’s dirty thoughts.

But he would never actually go through with it.

“Fuck it.” Something in him snaps, and he suddenly grips your waist, turning you around so he could effortlessly place you on the pool table. He pinned you down by your wrists, placing one knee on the edge of the wooden frame so he could then lean down to lock his lips to yours.

“Ming-ahhh” You tried to speak, but a muffled moan consumed you as Mingi bit down on your bottom lip, biting it harshly. His fingertips trail down your tactical wear, feeling the rough straps and belts. Too many straps, in his opinion. His palm found rest on your thigh, lifting it so your knee was bent and your foot was planted firmly on the edge of the pool table while the other leg stays hanging. He didn’t even speak. Instead, he gave you one more peck before dropping to his knees. His face was inches from your clothed core, and you couldn't help but wiggle in anticipation. Was your shy lover really about to taste you while in public?

“If you don’t help me get your pants off in the next ten seconds, I’m getting my knife and ripping them off.” Take that as a yes.

Your hands fly to your belt, opening buttons, and undoing loops and hoops. You swear you’ve never felt so slow opening your pants, and you are almost tempted to let Mingi just rip them off you. But before you could whine in defeat, you finally open the last button, not even bothering to pull your belt through the rest of the hoops. You just unzip them and pull them down. Mingi grabs your ankles firmly, pulling off your tactical boots before yanking the fabric off your legs. You huff, feeling like your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Your bottom half was left bare, leaving yourself in your top half, completely covered, and cute dark green sports underwear. And no, not panties, or lace, or frills. Practical underwear cause wearing anything else when you beat the shit out of someone is just uncomfortable. But Mingi loves them…Especially because he knows you’ll be wearing the bra to match, and you look so fucking good in the two-piece.

He kisses your ankles, then your calves, making sure to worship every part of soft skin he could grab. The plumpness of your thighs sends Mingi into a frenzy, wanting nothing more than to feel them squeeze around his head. His lips chomp down on your flesh, making you let out a yelp. He sucks hard, creating purple and red marks all over your legs. Possessive fuck. You thought with a chuckle, biting your lip in order to keep yourself from moaning any louder.

His nose finds your covered slit, pressing ever so lightly against it, making you whimper through your teeth. “God you smell so delicious, so wet for me.” His dark chuckles sent shivers down your spine. His fingers hook under the soaked fabric, pulling it aside so he could be face to face with your dripping pussy. He blew cold air on you, making you gasp trying to clench your legs shut, but alas his head and one very strong hand was keeping you in place. He grunted in a way to tell you off, so you spread your legs more to make him feel better. He clicked his tongue in approval, letting his hand move from your leg so he could slide his finger through your folds. He finds your clit in a second, giving it a harsh press making you cry, instinctively closing your legs again.

“Close your legs one more fucking time and see what happens.” His dark voice reverberated around the room making your whole body shiver and legs wobble. You desperately wanted to defy him but your inner voice pleas for you to hold off your bratty nature and let Mingi have his way with you.

“Please Min…” You let the voice win for once, moving to rest your legs on either side of his head. He smirked with a lustful stare, knowing he was won this little tug-of-war you two had begun to play the moment you walked into the bar. He waste’s no time in latching lips to your core since you begged so nicely. He licked a long strip along your folds, taking in as much of your juices as he could. You were like the finest honey he had ever tasted, with a sweet yet salty flavour. His assault on your dripping cunt sent you in a head spin. One hand gripping the side of the pool table while the other found perch tangled in Mingi’s short―but still pullable―hair. His fingers unlatched themselves from your plump thigh to your aching hole. You gulped feeling them dance around your entrance wanting nothing more than to feel full by them.

“You taste so much, good doll.” He hummed against your clit, slipping a finger inside you. “And you're squeezing my fingers, fuck. I can't get enough of you.” He moaned fucking your pussy with his tongue and fingers roughly. All morals have now gone out the window, if there were still any that is. He wanted you to cum, no, squirt all over him and the table so he could watch it drip onto the floor. He wanted to make you feel dirty in the best way possible. And as he added another finger deep inside your cunt, his prayers were answered. You squeezed your thighs shut against his head, rolling your hips on his tongue as he let you use him to finish. His fingers slow down in pace as your high comes to an end, and your juices gradually trickle out of you. When you were done, and your shaky legs loosen slightly, he stands up from his kneeling position with a big goofy grin on his dripping wet face.

Your face turns to a shade of red seeing you had squirted all over your lover's face, some of his wetting his vest. He didn’t mind though, in fact, all he wanted to do right now was get on the table and fuck your brains out. But alas he knew if you both were to stay here any longer, someone was bound to come looking for you. And Mingi balls deep inside you while railing you on a pool table doesn’t sound like something he would want his friends witnessing, or anyone for that matter.

So, he grabs your discarded pants off the floor to help you get dressed all the while he plans a skilled way to fuck you when you get back to the safe house. you give him a soft kiss on the cheek as a thank you, as he helps you off the table making sure not to fall from your jelly legs. “Well, I think we messed up the place enough.” You laughed gesturing to the broken furniture and men scattered in the large room.

“Yep, I think we messed it up very well.” Mingi’s voice was playful, making you question for a split second until you notice the little pool of liquid on the floor where you were sitting just minutes before. You quickly slap him on the chest, making Mingi holler out a good laugh before repeating. “I’m sorry, it's true.”

“Gross…” You replied.

- ♥︎

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑁𝑂 𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝐴 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑍 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑆. 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐼𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐿𝑌.

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having a crush on professor Levi would be so hard and embarrassing at the same time because why are you blushing while being scolded for not getting a simple formula?

you are currently in his office, seated on his chair under his desk. your hands fiddling with each finger as they nestled timidly down on your lap while he's explaining the problem you were having earlier in class. you are one of the top students and your grades in almost every subject were beyond excellent. well, almost.. except for professor Levi Ackerman’s class. his subject wasn’t even that hard, you just can’t seem to focus no matter how hard you try. it’s like he always finds his way to creep into your thoughts making it hard for you to listen attentively and keep your attention on the lesson. now you’re having trouble catching up with all the lectures you missed, thanks to your daydreaming about your hot professor who won’t leave you alone (in your mind at least)

“Did you get all of that?" his hard gaze on you makes your face heat up and you panic at the question. you just nodded, but the truth is you didn’t even understand any single word that he said. you were too focused on how close he was standing next to you. his arm resting perfectly on the back of your chair while the other flexes as he points at the screen in front of you and it’s not helping either with how good he smells, the scent of mint so intoxicating fills your senses and your breathing becomes ragged. your thoughts start to drift around dangerous waters and you can't help the image planted in your mind, you on his desk, him between your legs. your palms firmly placed against his chest while his hands are roaming at the small of your back. he pulls you against him making you gasp and he takes that as an opportunity to connect your lips with hi— you close your eyes and shake your head in attempt to push the dirty thoughts away, what the hell is wrong with you?

"tch. you’re clearly not listening again.” he flicks your forehead and that made you snap out of it.

“s-sorry sir, I was just..” you tried to reason but you couldn’t find anything to say, not even an excuse. you can’t just blatantly admit to him that the reason why you couldn’t focus is because of him and how badly you want him. you hear him let out a disappointed sigh and you feel bad. you can’t even look at him right now.

“something bothering you isn’t it? you need to tell me what is it so we can fix it.” Levi says as he grips your chair, twisting it around making you face him. fuck, your faces are now so close to each other. too close, you feel like you might pass out any second. you’ve never been this close to him before and if he leans a little more, your lips would definitely touch. why does he have to be so fuckin hot?

“tell me, what seems to be distracting you that you can’t even focus in my class?”

Levi isn’t dumb. he’s actually aware of your odd behavior in his class that has been going on for months now. he’s been observing you silently, but there hasn’t been a single improvement from you at all. in fact, you actually became worse. he knows that you are smart and that you aced almost every class you’re in, so what is it about his class that has a top student almost close to flunking?

then he figured it out when he called you into his office this morning.

“am I making you nervous?” this time, he says your name. the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly, you feel chills inside your body causing goosebumps to rise from your skin. you gulped, trying to calm yourself. shit he knows.. of course he would! but still, he doesn’t know that you like him, right? he couldn’t possibly..

next chapter

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #professor levi ackerman #professor levi ackerman x reader #professor levi ackerman x student reader #modern au #fluff #snk levi #snk levi ackerman #attack on titan levi ackerman #literature #fanfiction #attack on titan #levi #romance #levi ackerman x you

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MODERN OBI-WAN KENOBI BOYF HC

I haven’t ever done a head cannon post but with how busy / lazy I’ve been I might post more of these, they’re a lot of fun. probably one for Bucky and Luke skywalker. If you want any other characters just lmk! Make sure to check my request post!

warning: nsfw content (labeled so if you want to skip you totally can)

tea guy, like, it’s crazy. has so many drawers full of boxes and bags. always making you tea to fit whatever mood you’re in

landscaper or teacher, or both. I imagine him teaching younger kids but probably wishes to be a professor of some sort, maybe teaching environmental science.

just really likes plants and flowers but sometimes gets tired of having to craft and trim everything to be perfect so he thoroughly enjoys natural nature and the “overgrown’ aesthetic

Adding onto that, loves to hike, always takes you with and nerds out about the scenery and views.

definitely fosters dogs from the local shelter and takes them on hikes to help leash train them.

unintentionally a pretentious little prick

circle lens glasses and turtle neck combo 24/7

And of course you steal his sweaters ALL THE TIME

Smells like citrus, grass and rain. the warm sun rays and vanilla

Always watching some documentary, or the history channel.

All your friends lowkey want him because he’s. That Guy.

Whenever he blushes it goes straight to his nose, ears and neck.

Frequent at most coffee shops in town so when he started to bring you around it was a big deal for the workers lol, so much gossip. And mild disappointment from the staff knowing obi wan was official taken

Probably hates small talk, finds it tedious and shallow

The most supportive boyfriend in the world, he’s always the first person there to cheer you on

When you started dating him, his cousin/best friend, Anakin, came as a packaged deal. The younger one frequently trailing behind obi wan and now, as you’ve got too closer, you as he’s become a younger brother figure to you.

Not jealous at all, he’s very secure in your relationship and his trust in you is crazy strong. finds it quite amusing when men hit on you in front of him and kinda just lets you play it out.

That is unless you become uncomfortable, he mostly lets you stand up for yourself but if it becomes overbearing he definitely won’t hesitate to cause a small scene.

A big runner and boxer, you’re used to having to help his knuckles heal up from long sessions. As well as joining him on early morning runs if he can get you up and out of bed for it.

He loves art and mostly drew and painted landscapes but after meeting you this sketch book began to fill of pictures of you from every angle possible.

So naturally put together all the time it makes you insecure sometimes

Obviously, obi wan is the best at easing those insecurities. He always notices when you’re feeling off, sometimes even before yourself, so quick to embrace you and whisper exactly what you need to hear.

Another thing, so good with his words??? He always tell you what you need to hear, there’s rarely ever any miscommunication between the two of you because of this and even when they’re are, arguments are not common.

Crazy sarcastic, will say the funniest shit ever with the most monotone face and it just makes it 100% times funnier.

Really likes Taylor swift and David Bowie

Always getting you bouquets of flowers, even arranges them himself sometimes.

“This reminded me of you.”

Such a safe and non-judgemental aura, you’d struggle with asking for help or learning new / seemingly ‘common sense’ things with past relationships in fear of seeming dumb but you feel so safe around obi-wan that those thoughts never cross your mind, always learning new things from him and enjoying how helpful and supportive he is.

Definitely an impala driver, either 40s Chevy impala or the very sleek and fancy 2020 impala premier, probably black and rarely dirty

Not the biggest cuddler in the world but really enjoys naps together, will drape an arm over you but he tends to move around in his sleep so he’s just content with sleeping besides you rather than wrapping limbs

But when he is in the mood to cuddle, it’s mostly on the couch when you decides to binge shitty reality television. He’s usually on his back and you’re laying ontop of his stomach with your ear to his chest

You two constantly binge dating reality shows, always criticizing the other couple and mostly men LOL.

“He did not just say that! Maker, you would have broke up with me then and there.” “Damn right I would.”

You trace all the moles and freckles along his body, obi wan definitely had a skin care routine and moisturizes so I imagine his skin is always so soft

NSFW!

really likes nudes, like the grainy MacBook camera pictures with a matching cute set type nudes (iykyk). Hot and slightly artistic, his favorite.

Doesn’t like porn though, never enjoyed it and it never really got him off, doesn’t like the morals of it either

Also sexting, not his thing. He’s usually more on the serious end when it comes to intimacy but he cannot take sexting seriously LMAOO

lowkey the type to come home from a long day of work and look you in the eye with That Look and you just know what he needs

Thigh guy, the type to take breaks from eating you out by just resting his head fully on your inner thigh and just gaze up at you

Sir / master kink

Will jokingly come up behind you when you’re in the kitchen or something and press his groin to your behind

Just a little tease overall, always doing shit like that and acting all innocent about it

VERY VERY vocal during sex (cough, cough, shallow graves ending scene, COUGH)

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan whump #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan imagine #obi wan x you #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan smut #obi wan kenobi smut #obi wan fluff #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #star wars #star wars x reader

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ethereal-night-fairy · 6 months

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Forgotten sorrows

Chapter 6

Fae!Soap X Female Reader

Witch X Rún X Price

Price warns Soap to stay away from you for his own good and you enjoy a day out with your best friend. Seeing her in pretty dresses might have cause your brain to short circuit with very dirty thoughts plaguing your mind. It doesn't help when Price decides to butt in on you flirting with her.

Warnings: MDNI, smut (Rún thinking about Witch and Price, no Soap this time sorry i got carried away but I'll include it in the future chapters maybe...that depends on if this ship lasts) kissing, oral sex, fingering, light bondage, Top/Bottom, dark themes, mention of trauma, light angst, cursing, hurt/comfort sorry if I missed any.

I'm so sorry I've been gone so long again you might as well just expect chapters at a monthly pace lol. I fought myself so much writing this chapter because i was in such an angsty mood but i had promised to be sweeter and that what i wanted to deliver. I was literally doing a 'Ricky when I catch you Ricky' with my own brain lol. I know I said I'd include Rún thirsting after Soap with some smut and you all voted on it but i just don't think Rún likes him enough to willing let herself think about him like that yet. Especially since she thinks he's fucking her sister. I'm not comfortable with writing cheating. Even though he's so hot. It's got to wait until he confirms he never done anything romantic with Daisy. Your getting smut with Witch X Rún X Price though hope you enjoy that. Hopefully in the next chapter I'll include some real light smut and more fluff. Feel free to send me ideas or questions about the story if you don't understand anything. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams I feature their Oc in my writing, send them some love. This story wouldn't exist without them. Thanks again to @ghouljams hyping me up to post this chapter. Your the best!!! Also shout-out to 🦖 anon on ghouls blog who's Ocs I mentioned in this chapter.

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Soap laid on Gaz's bed trying to get air back into his lungs. After being fucked into the mattress, on request of course. His wrists were raw from the bounds he was just in, the pain helped distract him from his racing thoughts. Gaz comes into the bedroom freshly washed and glistening with water droplets, a white towel wrapped around his waist. Soap turned to admire his figure as he opened his closet to get dressed for a night out. He drank in the sight of Gaz's toned body and wet skin. Getting up he presses himself into Gaz and starts kissing up his defined back towards his neck while pulling him back towards himself. His skin smelled nice and he felt his cock harden with his familiar scent and warmth.

"Enough you mad dog! I've been fucking you for the better part of today. I need to go hunt. Don't you dare leave hickeys on me", Gaz said, pushing Soap back with his hand as he grabbed his clothes. Soap whined and tried clinging onto him like a lost puppy.

"But ah need yer support right noo mate, dinnae be sae heartless", he wrapped his thick arms around his torso preventing Gaz from moving. Getting fed up with Soap's clinginess Gaz snapped his fingers causing the ropes on the headboard to spring alive and restrain Soap back to the bed. His wrists and arms were bound as the ropes coiled around him. He tried escaping but to no avail. In the time he was struggling Gaz managed to dress and style his hair quickly. Soap continued to throw a hissy fit as Gaz put his socks on.

"I'll restrain your legs too if you don't stop", Gaz directed a pointed look at the exposed man laying on his bed. He was covered in bites and rope marks given to him again on his own request.

"What am ah supposed tae dae while ye're gone", he grunts aspirated, flexing his bound arms still trying to escape.

"Come with me and find someone else to fuck if you're so pent up, I've done the best I can. Almost blew my back out for you with how rough you wanted it today", Gaz gets up looking for his shoes when he hears a knock on his door. Both men exchange glances before Gaz snaps his fingers releasing Soap.

"Get cleaned up and dressed I'll go check what Price wants", Gaz walks out the room not waiting for Soap to answer.

Gaz walks down the hall to open the door for Price. He could recognise the smell of his cigars anywhere. It was unusual for him to visit at night though. More often than not business was done in the early hours unless it was a premeditated attack. The door swings open and Price stands outside with his hands full with takeaway food. The smell of his recent cigar was clinging to him like pollen does to bees. Gaz steps to the side to allow him in, breathing in the residue of the smoke as he walked by. It was comforting in an odd way.

Price came in going towards the living to set the bags of food down. While Gaz trailed behind him waiting for Price to begin talking.

"I need you to do some digging on someone from the winter court", he turned to face Gaz. "It doesn't need to be done tonight but I'd like the information by the end of the week", Price writes down who he's talking about and what kind of information he's looking for before telling Gaz to enjoy the food he brought and to have a quiet night with Soap since he's gonna need some company after what he's going to tell him.

When Soap was showered and dressed he met with Price in Gaz's living room. Gaz was lounging on the sofa enjoying his Chinese with 'Come Dine With Me' on the Tv.

"Ah thought we were going out?", Soap gave him a questioning look.

Gaz shrugged and said he changed his mind and focused back on the Tv. Price was sitting beside him waiting for Soap. He eyed the bags of takeaway wondering why there was so much food for 3 people. Soap took a seat and grabbed a container from the open bag and began eating, waiting for an explanation for Price's late visit. Maybe they could invite Ghost over for a boy's night. A change of pace would be nice from his insistent drinking. Soap noticed Price wasn't eating either. So he assumed he wasn't going to be staying long.

"I just dropped by to tell you to leave Rún alone, do whatever you want with Daisy but Rún is off limits", after finishing his sentence Price stood up to leave with the other bag of food.

"Wait? What? Why!?", Soap put down his food and hurried after Price. Gaz just glanced at them and continued watching his show, too tired to get involved. Maybe if he hadn't fucked Soap so hard he'd have some energy to help but he didn't. Probably needed a hot water bottle for his back.

"I don't understand why you're so upset, there's a whole city for you to hunt from. Just leave the girl alone, she's been through enough already and my Witch will more than likely end you if you try anything with her. So I'm warning you in advance, find someone else", Price left no room for negotiation and apparated his smoke swirling where he once stood.

Soap sunk down into the armchair as Gaz continued to eat. He held his head between his hands as he tried to understand what just happened.

"You're that whipped huh? This the same girl you met at the Renaissance festival? Or the other one you couldn't take your eyes off?", Gaz lets out a chuckle. "No wonder you came to me, it's ok mate there's plenty of fish in the sea. You'll find a decent meal soon."

Soaps first instinct was to protest what Gaz had just said. That you weren't just a meal to him but stopped himself by pressing his lips together. That's all you should be though, a source of sustenance nothing more. He wanted to delude himself into believing the only reason he wanted to expose and get rid of Daisy was to get to you. To make you trust him, to let him inside your mind. He didn't want to admit that his heart stirred when he thought of you rather than his stomach. Or that you had a little corner all to yourself, where you fluttered around carelessly. Tugging at his heartstrings from time to time.

He wanted to devour you, to slowly wear down your walls. To be allowed inside your turbulent mind, he wanted to sink his teeth into the tender parts of yourself you kept hidden. He wanted to cut you open and take you somewhere far away where he could consume you slowly and in peace. Away from prying eyes. Where he could painstakingly inspect every crevice of your mind and soul. While he basked in the taste of your sweet flesh and blood. He'd stitch you back together piece by piece once he was satisfied. Finally satiating his heart on how and why you had wormed your way into his mind. Or what magic did you cast over him to make him constantly think of you.

This is what his true nature was, a predator. Well that's what he's been telling himself. Not the silly lovesick puppy he thought you were trying to make him become with your gentle smile and mischievous eyes. Yeah, this was your fault he thought. You shouldn't have been born so sweet and kind. What other choice does he have but to steal you away from everyone else. Especially those who didn't know how to truly appreciate the value of your blood. He can still feel the weight of your little drawing in his void. You were too good for him to destroy and deplete without discretion. He'd be no different than Daisy who was using you without actually acknowledging the gem she had in her grasp. It would be like chugging down expensive Scotch. No he was going to truly savour you, down to your bones. But that was all it was, this was just about his own hunger. He didn't care for you….. no truly he didn't but for some reason those words wouldn't leave his mouth.

You weren't his typical prey, you weren't easy to hook. You didn't fall for pretty words or shallow complements. You didn't look at him like other people did. You weren't affected by his looks or his magic. On top of that you wanted nothing to do with him. Or was that just what you wanted him to think? He had caught your heated gaze on multiple occasions. Perhaps you felt too guilty acknowledging your own feelings, especially taboo ones like these. You probably wouldn't forgive yourself if you confessed to your sister's man. Not that he considered himself her man, he hadn't even kissed her. There was no need too, when all she wanted was to gain connections and contacts from him. But you found him attractive at the very least. He could work with that.

The fact you didn't have the sight was unusual. He didn't get to take a closer look into your bewitching eyes since you liked avoiding his gaze. But he was grateful for the fact you couldn't see his true form. His only redeeming quality in your eyes as of now. If he lost that he wouldn't know where to start in winning you over. He so desperately wanted to hook you. To bind you you him in a way you couldn't escape easily. He knew he was in for a challenge. You seem like the evasive kind, the kind the could slip through fingers like dry sand. This was no short of trying to capture the wind. It's what make it all the more fun. The chase, the uncertainty, the sweet taste of blood when you finally get caught in his trap.

He didn't want to disobey Price but you weren't someone he was willing to let go so easily. Good thing Price hadn't used a tether to stop him, it was just a warning. He could deal with the witch, he has before. Though that perfume she wore last time they met was atrocious. He just needed to avoid seeing her again, at least she didn't know him by name. What's the worst that can happen? He doubted Price would let his witch kill him. He knew his own value in Price's heart, he could definitely use it to his advantage when pleading his case after he was done with you. He'll be good to you in your short lived life. He'll promise you that.

He just sighed and went back to eating. He'll come up with a plan sooner or later but in the meantime he needed to utilise Daisy. That was the only bridge he could use to get closer to you. You were too smart for his typical tactics, but he'll find a way around that. Maybe he'd have to go old school. But being near you would be enough for now.

Witch had your damaged necklace in her hand. She had brought it back with her after checking on your condition before leaving you to rest. It brought back good memories of your healing. It was a shame it was burnt now. She took off the knot pendant from the burnt bark and put it in a bowl and went to go find a silver chain to go with the pendant instead, after finding it she placed it in the bowl as well. She began her cleansing ritual and started preparing a protection spell to cast on the necklace as it soaked in Acacia flower water. She plucked some asters from her dried bouquet to grind into a powder as well as rosemary, rue and angelica as she chants the spell. She covers the bowl to let it soak.

She stood there for a second just getting her thoughts into place after finishing the spell. You were sleeping peacefully in your room when she went to check on you. While taking a look at your burns again she saw you had tried clawing at your chest. There were red blood marks on your sternum.

She wonders if you crave having tethers like other fae do. Did you yearn for the bond that they created? But you seldom ask for anything. Even for your gifts or favours. Not with her, not with anyone you help. It's been like that since the first day she met you. You'd have a gift ready to give in exchange for any help you would ask from her until she had to stop you. You already knew not to say thank you, and you had previous knowledge of fae until your memory seal was put in place. After that everything was taught to you again by her grandmother and her, not that you would believe in it but you listened regardless and followed what you were told. She supposes that you became a lot like her in that regard. You were very careful not to get tethered. Or if you did ever need help you'd have a repayment ready before a tether took hold. You were hyper independent to a fault, you'd only come to her when things were out of your control, not before. She knew the reason why as well, though she wished you had more trust in your friendship with her to know she'd never see you as a burden.

She took a step back from her workstation to go stoke the fire that was dwindling. Getting comfortable on the armchair, she let the flames lick at her feet. She mulled over her thoughts on how to help you or just reassure you that things will be okay. Tampering with your memories again wasn't going to do you any favours. What if ten years down the line the seal breaks again, who knows what state your mind would be in then. Maybe this was a good time to heal from past trauma rather than try to forget everything. This could open your eyes to how your sister has been treating you all these years.

She knew of the promise you made to your sister, that you'd look after her in the name of family but this was just exploitation at this point. Well it always was on Daisy's end. She doesn't think Daisy ever considered you as family but you did and you continue to delude yourself into thinking this is what family was.

Her eyes landed on a box sitting high on her shelves, strongly warded and locked. It was made of eucalyptus wood from Egypt. Given to her on her trip to Faiyum by a coven who she assumed was from the region. The box had their symbol on it but she wasn't able to find substantial information on the coven even using her connections. A nepenthe draught they had called it but she couldn't verify it herself. The liquid was too small to run tests on or to analyse without wasting it. Nepenthe, a fictional elixir many had debunked as opium or weed as a way to forget worries. No witch she knew actually knew how to make the potion. The coven didn't really specify how the drug worked or what it did exactly. There were potions similar to that of nepenthe, potions that altered memories or made you forget entirely but they said that nepenthe was a gift of new life entirely. To leave one's past behind to begin anew. It was for the mortals or fae who had lived too long, had seen too much. Unlike other potions and draughts the effects of nepenthe were rumoured to be irreversible. Once drunk there was no going back to your previous life. But all that was speculation. She had never seen anyone use or procure a nepenthe draught. She didn't even realise it was an actual thing until they had given it to her with cryptic words as they left without asking for anything in return not even a tether took hold. She wasn't able to track or trace the origins of the box or the coven. It was as if they never existed.

"When winds clash from all four seasons, chaos will ensue. The choice will lay in your hands, on who you choose to subdue", she repeated their words to herself.

She didn't really know what to do with the draught, so she kept it safe in her home after her return from Faiyum. Which was hurried by your hospitalisation. She had contemplated on what the words meant since then, with zero luck. She only had ties to Summer nor did she engage with Fae from the high courts except for Price but that didn't count since he didn't involve her in his work. But there was no point thinking about it now she needed to figure out a way to help you.

She felt a wave of magic course through her wards before she felt his presence reappear. He was in the kitchen putting down food as she walked in.

"Should we wake her?", he asked.

"No, let her rest, she hasn't slept properly for the last few days."

The air was a little stuffy with notes of musk and wood floating through it. You picked up on the scent quickly when you had entered the quaint little shop at the end of the alley with Witch. The shop also smelled of wax and incense and the walls were lined with jars and jars of odd things. Some had claws, others had hair. You wondered where the shopkeeper got his supplies from. Witch was conversing while you walked around the quiet store. There was no one here beside the three of you.

Witch had thought it would do you some good to get out, especially after yesterday's incident. So here you were, helping her gather and stock up on her supplies. It wasn't much different from you going to your favourite art store in the city. It's been a while since you've seen ‘the old hen’, the owner of the store. A sweet old lady who had given you your first job at 16. You worked for her up until you graduated from college. She was very kind to you, to this day you buy your supplies from there unless it's a niche item you're looking for. You remember getting your first paycheck and buying the more expensive art supplies you could only dream of having before. You even got a staff discount. You had also made a friend called Mimi a couple years ago when you were working but she didn't stay long though and you haven't seen her since. She might return though she said she would. She had taught you a lot about painting more so than your actual art teacher. You catch yourself smiling at the memory. Even with all your horrible memories that had resurfaced. Remembering the nicer ones just felt warmer and sweeter than before. Much like an oasis in the desert.

You browse the store as Witch continues discussing the more rare items she was looking for. Your eyes land on a murky jar with eyeballs in it. Were those human eyeballs? They seemed like it. You were hoping it was just a prank, a gag joke to make customers laugh. Why would the shopkeeper have human eyeballs? You take a closer look trying to decipher if they were real or fake. An eye twitches and turns to face you. You clamp your hand over your mouth to prevent a scream from escaping. Once that eye had turned in your direction the rest of them did too. It's an odd staring contest you're having with roughly 20 eyeballs. To say you were unnerved is an understatement. But this was your life now you couldn't just ignore the existence of fae and magic like you did before. Slowly stepping back from their direction, you make your way towards your best friend. She's finalising her order as you approach her. You rest your chin on her shoulder as you watch the shopkeeper weigh and pack her order into brown paper bags tied with red strings. It was strangely captivating watching him do the task. She cups your face gently with her hand as you both watch the shopkeeper's packing skills. Her head turns slightly to place a kiss on your cheek as you continue watching.

"Bored?", she inquires. You just shake your and make a humming sound. Her warmth seeps into your skin as she continues to caress your face with her delicate fingers. Once everything was packed you two moved onto the next store she needed to visit arms linked. The day went by like this, with you two running errands and enjoying each other's company. Around mid afternoon you two finished your late lunch in a cute cafe and decided to walk home.

The September air had developed a sharp edge to it as the sun was lowering in the sky. The warmth once acuminated, now fading by the second. Your only source of heat was Witch's hand holding yours as you two admired old cobblestone buildings on your way back making idle chatter. You really should have dressed more warmly, but heavy clothing always felt restrictive to you. You preferred lightweight, airy, breathable fabrics to shroud your figure. You enjoyed the way the wind would play with your dresses and skirts during all the seasons. Air coursing through the fabric as if it was trying to give you flight, trying to whisk you away from all your troubles. But in all honesty you needed to take your sweaters and jumpers out of your storage, hopefully no moths had gotten in this time.

You're passing an alley when an old shop lantern catches your eye. You stop to peer into the dark space to see what kind of shop it is. Witch halting when you do.

"See something you like?", she squeezes your hand as you walk closer to the old shop. It looks run down at first glance, almost dingy in a sense. But you look closely at the display of a gold embroidered silk gown. If you looked long enough you'd catch flashes of light emanating from the finely done embroidery, before getting a headache and squeezing your eyes tightly. Your eyes wander to the hanging sign post 'Golden Threads' written in peeling paint.

"Want to go in?", she said, giving you a second to collect yourself from your disoriented thoughts.

"Yeah…. If that's ok… we can go home if you're too tired", you fumble with your words a little bit as you talk to her.

"Nonsense! Who doesn't want to look at pretty dresses. It'll be fun. We can play dress up like we used to as kids," She giggled as she led you through the small entrance. "You might find a dress for your upcoming exhibit at the museum".

The sheer expanse of the shop shocked you as you walked further in. It was better lit on the inside than it looked from the outside. Sun lanterns decorated the high ceilings raining down beams of subtle sunlight. You felt heat re-enter your body slowly warming your skin. The walls had racks and racks of very expensive looking dresses, skirts, suits you name it and a whole section of the shop to display jewellery and accessories to go with any items in the store. Witch was greeted by a very pretty sales assistant, but when her eyes landed on you her face fell for a second before she recovered. Witch couldn't help but eye her for an explanation.

"Oh forgive me, I thought you were a moth for a second. We don't allow moths inside, you see. Bad for business if they eat all our stock", she laughs awkwardly.

You simply smile and nod acknowledging her apology even though Witch was reluctant to let it go. She leads you both to the sitting area near the ornate mirrors and large changing rooms. And begins asking questions to best help you find what we were looking for. Once that was done she led you both to a rack with very elaborate looking dresses specifically made for big events.

"Don't worry about sizing, everything here can be altered by the owner who sews and designs these dresses. If nothing catches your eyes you can always book a consultation to design a custom piece. Give a shout if you need any further help I'll be right back with some tea and coffee, she gives you both a final smile before going back to the backroom to get your beverages.

You both begin browsing through the rack, showing each other dresses you think are nice. By the time your coffee and her tea arrived, she had decided on a dress to try on. You waited for her to change as you enjoyed your coffee.

When she emerged from the changing room in that champagne silk gown you almost choked on your coffee. You had to calm your coughing enough to get a good look at her cinched in waist and her ample breasts spilling out from the cowl neckline. To say you were speechless was an understatement, you were gobsmacked. You may have stared at her breasts for far too long that she clicked her fingers in front of your eyes to get your attention back to her face. Heat flooded to your cheeks when she gave you a knowing look.

"You'll catch flies if you don't close your mouth Rún", she smirks at you while walking closer to the mirror to get a better look at herself. The dress was structured and fitted her body well. The colour also suited her complexion making her look more radiant than ever. With her back turned to you got a great view of the very low backless dress. You really shouldn't be looking at her with such lustful eyes. But she looked good in anything in your opinion. She could be wearing a nightgown right now and you know she'd look beautiful. The image of her wearing a nightgown popped into your head and you felt your heart rate pick up.

"You can hardly blame me, it's your fault for looking so good", you flirt back trying to quell the hammering of your heart. You hoped she couldn't hear it. She smiled a full tooth smile at your compliment as she fixed the dress to sit better around her breasts. To distract yourself you get up again to look for a dress to try on. The sales assistant goes to help Witch look at accessories that would elevate the dress if she chooses to purchase it.

A dress that looked to be have dyed in a blood caught your eye, the deep square neckline makes you think it would look divine on Witch (picture). You pinch yourself trying to get your mind to stop popping up images of her breasts. You felt like a pervert or worse a hedon. The velvet fabric glides through your hands as you contemplate if you should show her the dress. Would she think of you as a pervert? No…. Probably not… It would be a crime if she didn't try on the dress, you try to counter your own thoughts. You go back and forth with your own mind for a bit trying to come up with valid reasons for her to try on the dress that didn't frame you as a pervert. But you didn't need to because the sales assistant had come over to you eyeing the dress and looking back at Witch countless times to take the hint in what you were thinking. She smiles and takes the dress off the rack to bring it to Witch as she was looking at necklaces that matched the current dress she was wearing.

“I think this dress would suit your body so well, why not give a try?”, she smiles as she places the dress on the hook in the changing room after showing Witch.

“Oh that dress is beautiful, have you found anything Rún? I feel like I'm the only one trying things on”

“I'll find something soon…. you go try on that dress, I think it'll suit you very well.”, you didn't stutter, you felt proud that you didn't stutter. But your heart rate still hadn't gone down. You hoped seeing her in that red dress wouldn't cause anymore heart palpitations.

By the time she came out you had chosen two dresses to try on. But you could care less about the dresses when your eyes landed on her. Your breath got caught in your throat, almost choking you. A sculpture of pure beauty and elegance she was. The dress accentuated her curves just the right amount without making it vulgar. The neckline was deep and showed the rounds of her bosoms. Her skin glowed from the contrast of the deep red colour. The sleeves had slits running up it. And were connected from the back in a sort of cape that could also be used as a hood if she wanted. It was of the dress was made to be worn by her and her alone.

You knew she didn't particularly like going to big events where eyes would be on her but she had promised to attend your exhibition and go to the afterparty. You hadn't asked her as of yet to be your plus one, finding out about Price made you think it'll be better just to give her two tickets to attend the event with Price and you'll take your sister as your partner. You didn't want to overstep your position as her friend. But that didn't mean you couldn't jokingly flirt with her.

“Wow…..just…..wow”, you drank in her body as if it were the fountain of youth. Your eyes just roamed and appreciated her body and elegance as the velvet hugged her figure. You hear her giggling at your words or lack thereof.

“Staaawp….you going to make me blush”, she says, raising her hands to her face to hide for a second before looking at herself in the mirror. “You really think it suits me?”

You nod your head adamantly leaving no room for doubt that you found her and the dress stunning.

“You wear that out and you'll see men, women and anyone in between falling to their knees for you”, you see her scoff in disbelief before you continue. “Heavens you'd have me on my knees from a simple look in my direction”. She was about to counter what you just said but before she could you both heard a deep chuckle come from the entrance.

“Ya think you'll be able to satisfy my Witch?”, Price saunters in like he owns the place. His hulking body stopping directly where Witch and you stood.

On instinct you find yourself shielding yourself behind Witch as you look over her shoulder at Price. Witch seems just as shocked as you to see Price so neither of you were expecting to see him. You don't know what caused you to say your next words but you were feeling slightly vexed by yesterday's incident and now his current appearance. The words left your mouth before you could stop them.

“I'd do a better job than you”, you say bitterly and mostly to yourself. But by his amused facial expression you knew he heard you. He steps closer causing you to hold onto Witch out of reflex. Placing your hands on her shoulders.

“I'd love to see you try, and when you fail. I'll show you how to do it properly”, he shamelessly counters while giving Witch his signature smile. He didn't seem at all threatened by your comment. Probably knowing you were all bark no bite. Witch smacks his arm when he comes closer.

“Stop teasing her, you still have to apologise for yesterday”, she gives him a pointed look choosing to ignore the words that were exchanged between you and Price probably thinking it was a joke. Price takes a closer look at your face to find your burns healed. Witch's salves must have been extremely potent. It's just another testament to her skills. You shrink back against his stare when you see him coming closer.

“Your right luv, I should have addressed that first”, he places a gentle kiss on her cheek before turning to you. “I'd like to apologise for my unrefined behaviour with you yesterday, my words caused you harm and for that I'm truly sorry”, he bows his head slightly and offers his hand. “I'd like it if we didn't carry any animosity towards each other.”

You didn't know what to do, should you take his hand and accept the peace offering? Or should you keep your distance and not speak to him again? His kiss had you feeling a slight sling in your heart but you pushed that aside. You knew he was a better match for her than you. No matter how much you wanted her for yourself you knew better than to be selfish. She deserved better than what you could offer her. Being her friend was enough for you, even that was beyond what you deserved. You look at Witch to try to gauge an answer but she didn't give anything away on how she wanted you to answer. You knew Price was more than likely going to end up a permanent figure in Witch's life and by default in yours. It was best to bury the hatchet. You glanced at his eyes trying to find any hint of deception but you couldn't. You saw some type of remorse, you didn't know if it was for hurting you or upsetting Witch by hurting you. You take his calloused hand in your soft one giving it a gentle shake before retreating swiftly.

Witch smiles once you shake his hand and tells you to go try on your dresses so she can have a look.

Soap was peering in from the display window of the shop. Price had entered a few minutes ago sensing his Witch was in the area while the four of them were completing some ‘errands’ to put it nicely. Price had dismissed them and Ghost had taken the first chance to apparate home to his misses. Gaz and him had stuck around trying to catch Price with his mysterious Darling who was impossible to hook even though they had seen her before, not with Price though. Gaz was blowing out his smoke from his cigarette dispelling the stress of their recent activities as he peered into the shop as well. Nothing exciting was happening; it looked like Price was helping her choose accessories and possibly getting matching suits for himself to compliment the dresses she was buying. He was so soft with her it was uncharacteristic compared to what he was doing a little while ago. He was acting if he didn't just wash his hand of blood. Price really won the lottery with his Witch she was beautiful and looked even better in the dress she was wearing. Both Gaz and Soap try to look discreetly not trying to get caught by Price. The consequences of that would be detrimental. Or worse he'd put them on clean up duty without magic. He could feel himself getting ready to gag remembering the last time that happened.

His eyes drifted to the changing room curtains that fluttered open to reveal a very beautifully dressed you. Your delicate steps took you to the spotlight in front of the large mirrors as you inspected the sheer fabric. You turn and twist your body scrutinising every detail of yourself and the dress that looked as if it was sewn onto your body. The outer fabric was an ethereal lace (picture), the metallic blue complementing your smooth skin on display. A nude slip peaked from underneath the fabric of the floor length dress yet your underwear could still be seen slightly. You didn't seem to mind though. He supposes this wasn't much difference to type of clothing you liked wear on the few occasions he's seen you. You seemed mostly comfortable with your body or rather comfortable with the clothing you chose to wear. Airy and light very indicative to the type of magic you possessed. The slip dress moulded itself to your figure creating a ravishing silhouette. All he wanted to do at this moment was bury his face in the crook of your neck while inhaling your scent. Maybe bend you over the counter and take you right here in front of everyone. It was unlikely you'd let him near though. Especially now that you had your friend to protect you. He needed to stay put to avoid her gaze. She was the main obstacle at the moment. Seeing you dressed up like this had his blood rushing to places it shouldn't. Hearing Gaz let out a whistle from next to him was what brought him out of his trance.

“What a sight, sucks you got no chance with her”, Gaz smirks at Soap regardless of the glare he was getting. “You should have chosen better mate, you've dug yourself into a hole.”

“What would ye know?, ye cannae even get yer darlin to desire anythin tae make a deal.”

“Low blow mate, why don't I go talk to her and show you how it's done”, Gaz chuckles.

“Don't ye dare go near her”, he growled. Usually Soap was fine with sharing; they'd all know each other long enough for it not to be a big deal. But that fact his chances with you were low and that fact Gaz could literally charm anyone by simply smiling at them was irking him.

“Too late”, Gaz was already halfway through the door before he could stop him.

You stood in the changing room in the nude slip that came with the dress you were about to slip on. The blue lace felt really soft in your hands. But your mind was elsewhere. Price’s words irritated you. Just because he was a couple hundred years old he thinks he knows everything. You're confident in your ability to give oral regardless of the fact you've never actually given oral but that was beside the point. You've read enough books to rival Price's experience in years, that's what you delude yourself into thinking that is. You were probably just upset he called you out on it. But you did have intensive book smarts about sex even if you don't have any physical experience. Not forgetting you also possess female genitalia, so you knew your way around a woman's body. You knew how to please yourself so you were confident if a chance ever arose where you were on your knees for Witch you'd do a good job at pleasing her. Not that it would actually ever happen. Why would anyone ever want you? Especially in a sexual manner. Yes you know you and witch flirt from time to time. But that was just some banter between friends. No one has ever actually approached you with genuine interest before.

But right now your mind was flooded with images of Witch. All you could think about was being on your knees for her. Having her in a state of undress on the couch with her legs spread over your shoulders as you go to town on her folds. Her breasts on display, nipples becoming erect. Her dress pooled at her waist as you caresses and stroke her clit while fucking your tongue into her sloppy cunt. Her juices leaking into your mouth as you drink in her sweet essence while keeping your eyes locked on her face taking note of every flinch, shaky breath and whimper. You'd hold her legs open as you'd ease your fingers into her drenched pussy attacking her clit with your tongue altering between soft and hard licks to keep her from cumming too soon. Feeling her hands tighten in your hair when you wouldn't let her cum. Her tugging and pulling to get you to comply with her needs. In your mind you come up with various positions where you'd have your mouth attached to her cunt. Her sitting on your face as you run your nose over her sensitive folds and clit while tongue fucking her. Or on her hands and knees as you ate her from behind until her legs shook and gave out. Seeing her collapse in a heap on the floor. Breath laboured skin shining from the exertion. Or over the table as you play with her cunt her hand gripping the edge for dear life. You finger fucking into her soft spot until she gushes on them before placing them in your mouth to get a better taste. Running your tongue over her juices on your slick fingers. Making a show of it to get the point across that you adore her taste. Savouring her sweet release and the salt from your sweat. Then brushing your lips against her in a gentle kiss. To give her a taste, an understanding on why you're so addicted.

You pinch yourself again feeling guilty for having these thoughts. You run your thighs together trying to ease the tension building. You hope your panties didn't have a wet spot on them. You slowly start slipping on the fitted dress as your mind wanders again even with you trying to stop it. You think about Price actually watching you do all the things you wanted to Witch. His glacier eyes sending chills down your spine as you work your mouth on his women. As you make her breath catch and shudder. Would he shove your face deeper into her cunt if he thought you were teasing her too much? Would he yank your hair back if you took too long to make her cum? Or would he guide your head gently giving you tips to improve your performance. Would he shower you both with compliments for doing such a good job? Maybe he would tie you up to make you watch how he does it? Preventing you from partaking. Preventing you from touching her supple body as he eats her out. Making you strain against the ropes as you witness her come undone. Showing you how he covers his body over her smaller one, how his thick fingers stretch her out more than you ever could. How she probably prefers his prickly kisses as he runs his face against her thighs. How he makes her a babbling mess in just a couple seconds.

You shake your head dispelling the thoughts. You really needed to stop having fantasies like these. She wasn't yours and you needed to accept that. You chide yourself for coveting something that you didn't deserve. The dress had moulded to your body as you pulled at the spaghetti straps to adjust the top before slowly opening the curtains and stepping out. The dress moved with ease and comfort as you walked to the mirrors. Witch stops her conversation with the sales assistant and Price to look at you giving you a very genuine smile. You feel heat rush to your face again but for more innocent reasons this time. Her looking at you like that made you feel beautiful and bashful at the same time. You inspect the dress as she walks closer giving youn lots od compliments and suggestions what jewellery would look nice. You look at yourself in the dress thinking this dress would be great to wear to the exhibition. You didn't mind it being see through since you had a slip underneath it even though that also wasn't completely opaque. You didn't need to worry about Price looking at you, you knew he only had his heart set on Witch. He wasn't foolish to jeopardise his relationship over wandering eyes. Not that he'd look to begin with. You don't think anyone would really look at you properly other than Witch.

“I think this dress suits you so well. It'll definitely look great at the exhibition, but you should try some more dresses on to see if you'll find something better.”

“I couldn't agree more, you're a force to be reckoned with”, a dark skinned man walks into the store and the first thing you notice is his disarming smile. A full toothed smile so bright you might temporarily go blind if you looked too long. His tall muscular frame comes into view next as your eyes wander down. You're taken aback by his words, you can hardly remember a stranger ever coming up to compliment you like this. Especially not a handsome young man like him. You say young but he was probably older than you by a couple years. Or maybe a lot with him being a Fae and all. Age was tricky to pin with them always looking so youthful.

You feel put on the spot not used to this kind of attention so you just hide behind Witch not sure on how you should respond. A more familiar voice joins his not a second later causing the hair at the back of your neck to stand up.

“Ah told ye not tae come in ye fucker”, Soap grumbles as he comes into view. Price looked at them unamused at their stupidity for coming in when they had no business here. Now Witch wouldn't believe him when he said he was just passing by.

Gaz continues to make idle chatter causing Soap to get even more irritated. You watch as they take sneaky glances at Witch's breasts not that you'd blame them but it still irked you. You kinda wish Price would notice and give them both a smack on the head for daring to look at what was his, not that Witch was considered property. It was more so a show of affectionate jealousy. If you knew how to use your magic properly you'd have sent them flying. Or maybe you should just cover your hand over her breasts to send the message.

Witch keeps her gaze sharp on Soap, a look of recognition falling over her features. And irritation quickly dripping from her form. You didn't know where to look anymore, too much was going on at once. Feeling them stare at you as they argued was putting you on edge. Maybe you should pick something more subtle, something that would draw less attention. You didn't like the attention you were getting even though you have experience wearing pretty dresses to fancy events. The attention was always on the art you were selling, not on you. People hardly ever paid attention to staff. This situation wasn't something you were used to dealing with. Price was growing more annoyed at their disturbance, especially by Gaz's blatant flirting and Soap's irritation. Price had had enough and just dragged the two out as Witch led you towards the accessories to distract you from the chaos. You hear Gaz shout one last time before he leaves. You were assuming he was just doing it to get on Soaps nerves.

“You'll send an invite to your exhibition won't you darling? I'd love to come see your work.”

You did have extra tickets given to you so it wouldn't be hard giving him one but you didn't even know his name and it kinda felt like he was just messing with you to get to Soap. But it was amusing how easily he could get Soap worked up. You also wanted to get at him for causing you so much trouble. You still haven't figured out a way to get him to leave your sister alone. But he seemed unhealthily interested in you. You could use that to draw his attention away long enough to get her to safety.

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Take Care Of Me / Lee Felix Smut (18+)

Summary / Felix has been very sick for the past week, and you've been helping him get better. He's finally starting to look a little more like himself again, but unfortunately he still feels pretty weak. So, you decide it might be time for some physical therapy in the bathroom...and your patient is definitely up for that!

Pairings / (Top) Lee Felix + (F) Reader

Word Count / 4.0k

Warnings / Sick Felix, Bath Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Rough Sex

A string of coughs left Felix's throat, and he leaned backwards to rest his head against the bedroom wall. A dull ache throbbed in his chest when he tried to breathe deeply, but it didn't seem like anything serious—just another symptom that would soon fade away on it's own. The pain was a little bit more than usual; maybe he had caught something from one of the staff at work? He couldn't remember having been exposed to any new germs lately...

Felix sighed as he let himself sink deeper into darkness again, allowing the warm embrace of unconsciousness to take him over completely once more. It felt nice, not being able to think anymore for a while.

"Oh Felix!" You called out loudly through the bedroom door, causing him to jerk awake with an irritated groan. "I made you a bowl soup! I hope you're hungry~"

Your voice sounded cheerful enough, despite your ongoing concern about his health. Opening the door slowly, you peeked inside before stepping into the room, carrying two bowls of steaming broth between both hands. They were filled with thick white liquid and covered by thin slices of meaty vegetables floating within them. As expected, they smelled delicious too.

Your eyes widened slightly when they fell upon the sight of him lying sprawled across the floor in nothing but his boxers. His skin was pale and clammy, making him look even sicker than normal.

But, there wasn't much time to worry about how bad he looked right now. All that mattered was getting some food down his stomach and getting him back into bed. That way, hopefully he'd start recovering quickly, without wasting any precious energy fighting off whatever illness he might have picked up.

You hurriedly placed the bowls onto the desk beside the bed before rushing over to help him sit upright. Felix's eyelids fluttered open weakly, revealing bloodshot eyes behind their dark circles.

There weren't many traces of sleep remaining in those orbs.

"Ah," Felix croaked quietly, clutching hold of the edge of the mattress with trembling fingers. "Thanks..."

"Don't mention it." You smiled softly, reaching forward to press a kiss against his forehead. "Here, eat this first and it's back to bed for you!"

Felix obediently lifted his hand to accept the spoonful of broth offered by you, taking small sips, until it was all gone. Once the first bowl had been emptied, you handed him another, which he greedily devoured within a few gulps.

"How are you feeling?" You asked gently. "Can I get you anything else? Should we call someone or go see a doctor?"

"No need for that," Felix shook his head, smiling faintly. "It'll pass eventually. Just give me a moment."

His words were reassuring, and you nodded. Even though he seemed weaker today compared to yesterday, you still knew he'd be okay. At least, that's what you hoped for. After finishing off the second bowl of soup, Felix layed back down on the bed, breathing heavily as if struggling to stay conscious.

He coughed several times before speaking again, looking exhausted beyond belief.

"Thanks for bringing these," he murmured drowsily. "They really hit the spot."

"Of course, Lixie." You smiled, leaning closer to place another soft peck atop his cheek. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

Felix gave you a tired nod, closing his eyes and sinking into peaceful slumber. With a smile, you stepped back from the bedside and turned around to leave. Then, just as you reached the doorway…

"W-Wait." Felix spoke quietly, his accent thick with exhaustion. "Do you mind staying here tonight?"

The request came out of nowhere, leaving you startled for a brief moment before responding with a hesitant, "Uh... r-really?"

"Yeah. That'd make things easier," he said simply. "My body feels heavy... I can barely keep my eyes open."

With a deep breath, you once again approached the side of his bed and sat next to him, watching him carefully as he took shallow breaths. He seemed awfully vulnerable lying down there like that.

"Are you sure?" You whispered worriedly.

"Mhm." He replied firmly, reaching out to squeeze your hand lightly. "Please don't leave."

A lump formed in your throat at the sound of his plea.

You couldn't deny how terrible he looked, especially considering how long he hadn't eaten properly. And yet, you also knew he wouldn't ask unless he truly needed you to stay. So, instead of arguing further, you merely nodded silently, squeezing his hand tightly in return.

"Okay then," you murmured softly, gazing down at him with loving eyes.

Hours passed by in silence as you remained seated beside him, holding his hand in yours and stroking his hair occasionally.

The gentle rhythm of his slow, steady breathing lulled you into a pleasant trance, allowing you to forget everything else for a while. Although, you just couldn't sleep. Not because you didn't want to, but rather due to the fact that you eagerly wanted to keep checking on your boyfriend's condition every few minutes.

In return, this only served to prolong the night and drive away any chance of restfulness.

You rose from the chair about twenty minutes later, and began tidying up his room, setting aside his clothes and washing away the stains left behind by his sickness. Afterward, you went ahead and prepared a hot bath for him; something you figured would do him good, given how badly he must've felt otherwise.

"Felix, wake up." You called out softly, rousing him from his slumber.

For a moment, he didn't respond, continuing to lie there with his eyes closed and chest rising gently in short breaths. Eventually though, he opened them, squinting at first before blinking rapidly several times until they finally focused properly once more.

"S-Sorry... I guess fell asleep for a while..." He mumbled sheepishly. "I'm sorry if it's bothering you."

"Don't worry about it," You assured him. "Anyway, I drew a bath for you. It should be ready soon."

As you explained, Felix let out a relieved sigh before sitting upright on the bed, letting you help him get out of it. As he stood, he winced slightly, placing a hand against his stomach, where it throbbed painfully.

"Is your tummy hurting?" You frowned concernedly. "Should I prepare some medicine or something? I have plenty of painkillers around here..."

"Nah, I'll be fine," Felix waved dismissively. "It just hurts a bit still is all... But, thanks anyway."

He gave an embarrassed chuckle, rubbing the back of his head shyly as he began to walk towards the bathroom. You followed closely behind him, pausing briefly when you reach the doorway.

Even so, you stepped inside the steamy room after him nonetheless, taking off your shoes and pulled up your sleeves.

Then, you helped him step into the tub, lowering himself slowly into the steaming water. His face was flushed red from the heat, causing him to appear even paler than usual. Felix's skin looked dry and rough, almost scaly in places, which made you frown deeply.

"How does that feel?" You asked anxiously, glancing over at him curiously. "The water, I mean..."

Felix turned around, giving you a small smile as he reached out and squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"Better now." He chuckled. "Thanks again."

Once he seemed to settle in comfortably, you returned to the entrance of the bathroom and waited patiently for him to finish bathing. A light blush covered your cheeks when his bare back came into view through the glass door, making it hard not to stare openly.

It wasn't like there were many other things worth looking at here anyway; just some towels on hooks along with a few bottles of shampoo and soap sitting on top of one another by the sink. The sight of his toned muscles flexing beneath the clear liquid caused your heart to skip a beat, eliciting a soft moan.

"Hm? Is something wrong?" Felix blinked innocently, looking somewhat confused at your sudden reaction.

"Nothing!" You blushed harder, trying desperately to hide your embarrassment. "Just uh, surprised is all..."

The corner of Felix's mouth twitched upwards as he glanced at you, smirking ever so slightly. He chuckled softly before turning around again, letting out a deep sigh. His shoulders shook lightly under the water while his head tilted back briefly against the wall behind him. Sounds were muffled but still audible enough for you to hear over the of warm water caressing every nook and cranny of his body.

The moment felt strangely intimate, watching this man who had become such an integral part of your life bathe himself... even if he did look rather silly doing it.

"Damnit... I can't reach right there," Felix muttered, shifting uncomfortably under the hot spray that splashed onto his face. "Y/N? Do you mind coming back inside?"

You nodded silently, carefully opening the door once more and stepping into the bathroom. As soon as you closed the glass partition between both rooms, however, Felix spun around quickly. Your eyes widened when you saw his cock standing fully erect now, droplets of water clinging to its tip as they rolled down towards his balls.

Felix looked at you with a questioning gaze before looking away again in embarrassment – only making things worse by letting out another soft groan. You gulped audibly, not knowing how to react or what to do next; all thoughts leaving your head as you stared wide-eyed at him from across the small bathroom.

"Uhm, should I even ask? Or are we just going to stare awkwardly until one of us gets uncomfortable?" You finally managed to mutter after taking a deep breath, averting your gaze slightly so you wouldn't be tempted to keep staring at him.

"Sorry..." He mumbled softly, blushing darkly as he gently pushed his thighs together to hide his erection behind them. "I didn't mean to get hard, honest. It's just... well, my dick is sensitive sometimes."

Your brows furrowed worriedly while you watched him try to cover up his obvious arousal. His words sounded sincere though, which made you feel somewhat better about the situation. Still, something told you that you shouldn't press too much on the matter since he seemed quite embarrassed already.

"... Alrighty then," You sighed lightly, trying to push aside your lingering anxiety. "If you want me to leave, I'll go."

Felix shook his head slowly. "...No, please stay. You don't have to touch it or anything werid like that. I just can't reach my back properly without help, alright?"

His voice was laced with nervousness, but you couldn't deny feeling rather curious. That same curiosity won out in the end, however, because you decided to sit yourself down on a stool placed nearby. Rolling up your sleeves again, you scoot towards the edge of the tub where Felix could easily see you. After getting comfortable, you leaned forward slightly and reached towards his lower back.

"Here goes nothing..." You murmured quietly, gently rubbing soap onto your fingers and beginning to work through the lather. A faint moan escaped Felix' lips at your gentle ministrations, causing you to blush lightly as he shifted underneath you.

"Mmm~?" Felix hummed quietly, tilting his head slightly to the side and smiling bashfully. "That tickles..."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

He gave a sheepish grin in response. "Not really, no. Just feels good, actually."

You smiled fondly at him, leaning even closer to start working on his shoulders. The muscles were firm beneath your hands, yet surprisingly flexible considering their size. You worked your way downwards, careful to avoid touching his hips due to how slippery they'd gotten from the hot bath. Felix let out a quiet sigh when you began scrubbing the rest of his upper back, rivulets of sweat forming along his spine.

"There we go~" You cooed, washing off the last traces of soap with some more water. "All clean!"

"Thanks," Felix said gratefully, rolling onto his front as he sat upright again.

His chest glimmered faintly in the dim lighting provided by the overhead light above, and the same erection you first noticed earlier peeked out from the gap between his legs.

You swallowed thickly, unable to tear your gaze away from his crotch. Felix smirked shyly, giving you an innocent smile. "So uhm... how exactly do you wash someone else's back anyway? I've never done it myself, but I've always wondered."

"Oh, well..." You trailed off, realizing you weren't sure how to respond to that question.

You could barely focus on talking normally anymore, though. All your attention was focused solely on the sight of his stiff shaft poking out from below him, coated in clear precum. You tried to avert your gaze, but it wasn't easy. Every time you looked over at him, you found yourself being drawn back towards those long, toned limbs of his. And each time you did look at him, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Hahaha... Sorry for asking such a weird thing." Felix giggled nervously, clearly aware of your growing attraction to him. "I guess I'm trying to lighten the mood here."

"Ah, um..." You stuttered, struggling to find any kind of coherent thought amidst the haze clouding your mind. "N-No, it's fine! I'm actually pretty distracted right now, so... yeah. Lightening the mood sounds nice."

Felix nodded happily, resting his chin against the edge of the tub and grinning brightly. God, this guy had such a cute face, you found yourself thinking idly. One you wanted to kiss very badly, if given half the chance.

"Do you... wanna touch it?" Felix asked suddenly, making you blink in surprise before you realized what he meant. "Just, not directly. Not unless you're okay with that, of course. If you aren't, I understand."

The sudden shift in topic caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. Your eyes widened, staring intently into Felix' own lustful gaze. You gulped rather heavily, shivering under the weight of his intense stare. It took everything within you not to give in to your desires, but after several seconds passed, you managed to form a reply.

"Y-Yes, I would love to touch it." You whispered huskily, swallowing hard.

A broad smile spread across Felix' features, and he quickly moved past the awkwardness. He moved back against the wall behind him, stretching one leg outwards while keeping himself balanced atop the other knee. This left his groin completely exposed to you, and made it much easier to get close enough to touch.

"Then come here." Felix commanded, gesturing with a hand. "And put your hands on me."

Your cheeks burned red, but you didn't hesitate to comply. Once again, you scooted the chair much closer to where Felix sat, letting him guide you through whatever motions were required for you to reach him.

The moment you got within range, however, you paused, unsure of whether or not you should continue. Felix saw your hesitation, and gave you a reassuring nod. "Go ahead, I don't mind. Just be gentle with my cock; I'm still sick, remember?"

"...Right." You mumbled softly, slowly reaching forward.

Despite all your worries, once you touched him, it became immediately obvious why he'd been aroused like this. His skin was smooth, almost silky in nature. Even just brushing up against it sent pleasant tingles shooting down your spine. His dick stood straight up from his body, its length slightly thicker than average - probably due to the fact that it hadn't fully recovered yet.

You reached out hesitantly, gently cupping his length with both hands. It twitched under your touch, eliciting another soft moan from Felix. He leaned back further, allowing you better access to his shaft. As you began stroking it, you couldn't help but notice the faint scent of sweat mixed with a hint of musk. It wasn't unpleasant, really. In fact, it was rather arousing.

But, when combined with the smell of his own arousal, it somehow made it even harder to keep your thoughts together.

"Mnh..." Felix grunted lowly, leaning his head back against the bathtub. "That feels good... Keep doing that."

You hummed in response, continuing to stroke him as best you could. It only took a few more moments before his breathing grew heavier, and his hips bucked involuntarily. You stopped briefly, surprised by how fast things had progressed.

However, Felix simply grinned playfully at you, prompting you to resume stroking him. After several more minutes, you noticed his cock begin to twitch, signaling the onset of climax.

"A-Are you close?" You gasped, unable to hide your nervousness.

"Yeah, I think so..." Felix panted breathlessly, giving you a wink. "But hold off until then, alright? I want you to do something else for me first."

"O-Okay..." You breathed, nodding. "What is it?"

Felix' grin turned predatory, and you knew exactly what he meant. With that realization came a flood of conflicting emotions: excitement mingled with apprehension. But, you soon pushed those feelings aside. After all, this was about pleasure - yours and Felix'.

So, without further hesitation, you began strip naked, baring every inch of your gorgeous skin for him to see. As you did so, Felix watched silently, seemingly entranced by your actions. When you finished undressing, he smirked at the sight of your nude body before speaking again.

"Are you planning to ride me?" Felix teased lightly, causing you to blush deeply.

"I-If that's what you want," You replied nervously, averting your gaze. "Or... we can just cuddle or something. That works too, right?"

"Whatever makes you happy is fine with me." Felix said cheerfully. "In fact, either way will work just fine."

With that, Felix grabbed your waist roughly, pulling you onto his lap. The water splashed loudly around you both, adding to the already tense atmosphere. For a second, neither of you spoke. Instead, you merely stared into each other's eyes, sharing a brief kiss. When you finally pulled away, you had decided to lower your thighs, allowing Felix to slide himself into place between your spread knees. The tip of his dick prodded delicately against your entrance, teasing you with its presence before slipping inside.

A moment later, the head popped past your innermost ring, causing both of you to gasp audibly.

"H-How does it feel?" Felix whispered breathlessly, gripping tightly onto your shoulders. "Does it hurt too much? Are you still okay with going through with this?"

"It doesn't hurt," You replied honestly, reaching forward and grasping hold of one of his hands. "And yes, I'm fine with continuing. Just take your time, alright?"

"Mmhmm~" Felix hummed contentedly as he continued to thrust slowly within you. "Tell me if you need to stop though, all right?"

Your heart swelled warmly at his concern, knowing that he cared about you enough to worry whether or not you would enjoy having sex with him. Even more so, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the throes of lustful pleasure as his shaft moved ever-so-slightly inside of you. Every inch of him felt wonderful; every twitch and throb sent shockwaves of bliss coursing throughout your entire body.

Overcome by the overwhelming sensations, you gripped tighter onto his hand and tilted your head back, moaning softly as you gazed upon the ceiling. You tried to keep your moans quiet, wanting to make sure that no one heard you, but soon gave up on that notion, releasing a throaty cry of ecstasy.

"Shit! Ngh, fuck! F-Faster, Felix! Please, fuck me faster!" You begged desperately, shuddering each time he slammed deep inside of you. "Oh god... fuck!"

A low chuckle rumbled out of Felix' throat, sending shivers running down your spine. "Like this?"

The pace of his thrusts grew even quicker, eliciting another pleasurable squeal from you as he buried himself completely within your pussy. His cock pulsated rapidly against the walls of your vagina, stimulating you just as much as it did him. And yet, despite how good it was feeling, you wanted more – needed something else to come along and drive you insane.

"More," You whimpered urgently, glancing sideways at him. "Please..."

Without giving him a chance to respond, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and tugged on him roughly. As expected, he responded eagerly, pushing himself harder and faster than ever before. It seems the adrenaline rush had taken away his sickly pallor, because now, he looked positively manic.

In fact, if not for all those dark bags under his eyes, he might have been mistaken for an entirely different person altogether.

A man who'd lost control over his body's needs; a madman driven by lust alone. He pounded into you with reckless abandon, going so far beyond what anyone would consider normal that it made you wonder whether or not there were any limits left after such a performance.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Oh god, yessss! Yes, like that! Harder! Faster! More!" You cried out loudly in response to every single one of his thrusts, unable to keep up with his frantic pace no matter how hard you tried.

The bathroom tub beneath you began to shake violently, splashing water everywhere, but you didn't care about anything other than being fucked senseless right then and there. Not only could you feel yourself getting closer to climax, but also Felix seemed to be reaching some kind of fever pitch too. His hips snapped forward repeatedly, driving deeper than ever before without pause, causing both of you to cry out in surprise.

Then came the moment when everything changed.

Your orgasm hit first, exploding through your entire body almost instantly upon Felix' final stroke. A long line of curses spilled from your lips as pleasure tore through you like wildfire, leaving nothing behind but a lingering warmth where once there had been pure bliss.

"Felix!" You gasped harshly, struggling to catch your breath between moans. "I'm cumming again!"

His own voice sounded strained, raw and deep, which only served to fuel the fire burning inside of you further. "Yeah? Is my good girl ready for her reward?"

You couldn't answer, nor could you do anything besides moan back weakly at his question. But somehow, he understood anyway, and that knowledge sent a thrill shooting straight through you.

"Yeah! Fill me up with it!" You cried desperately into his ear. "Cum all over me!"

He was quick to comply, slamming himself hard against you one last time before burying his face in your neck.

Felix grunted loudly as another wave crashed down on him, this one more powerful than any previous. The hot liquid poured forth onto your breasts, coating them entirely while simultaneously dripping down your stomach until even your thighs were drenched. It wasn't just your pussy either; every inch of skin was coated by the sticky fluid. After he pulled away, the feeling lingered, making your legs tremble slightly.

Eventually, you slumped down heavily onto his chest, exhausted beyond belief. Both of you lay there panting together, letting your bodies recover before moving anywhere else. Although, curiosity got the better of you and you leaned up enough to look him.

"H-how are you feeling?" Felix asked nervously as he looked back at you with wide eyes. You smiled weakly in response but didn't answer right away.

"Tired," You mumbled sleepily. "Very tired."

He chuckled lightly, another string of coughs racking his frame.

After several minutes of rest, however, he finally managed to straighten up and sit upright. With some difficulty, he pulled himself out of your wet folds and slid off the rim of the tub, leaning against the shower curtain rail to catch his breath.

"I'm really sorry. You'll probably get sick too after what we've done here," he said apologetically, gazing at the water droplets dripping from his hair.

You giggled weakly, trying to ignore the fact that you could barely walk. "Don't be silly, Lixie! I don't mind getting ill at all."

His cheeks turned pink when you called him by his nickname, the freckles across his nose standing out sharply under the fluorescent lighting. Well, they weren't really 'pink', per se, but rather an odd shade of redder than usual. In either case, you couldn't help but smile fondly at the sight.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #stray kids #lee felix smut #lee felix #stray kids x reader #lee felix x y/n

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I don't know why, but I think Usopp, of all people, might smell gorgeous despite the fact of him being a pirate. Maybe it's those long, luscious, beautiful curly hair of his, or maybe it's just an impression given by the fact that he's not canonically that dirty, but my brain only understands simple things, so -- > long hair + not that smelly = smells pretty effing good. And...I don't even think it would be one of those artificial, chemical smells? Like, I don't think he would wear perfume or such [that's more a Sanji thing, which is not bad, but not exactly Usopp].

It's just. His hair products. Natural scented products, that is. Sweet notes of coconut and vanilla, with a little tangy switch given by muted notes of lemon.

Also, a white soap user. I stand by this. 'Cause it makes sense: I think that being a generally very cheap product, he grew up using white soap to clean himself. Simply put, I think the comforting smell of the soap would remind him of his childhood, his village, his mother, and his friends. Also, Kaya is a white soap user, confirmed [she told me].

His clothes are also clean and smell very homey and cozy. And did I mention that probably his skin looks great too? Maybe not, but that's an argument for another day.

This, being a Usopp headcanon, obviously contains lots of Sanuso headcanons.

Because yes, Sanji is enamored of his trèsor's smell. He wouldn't get enough of it in a single day, in a single span of 24 hours. Like, a day it's too little, and I think Sanji would go a bit insane if he didn't get a whiff of his boyfriend's gorgeous smell every once in a while. Because. His boyfriend is his safe place, so his boyfriend's smell would bring him comfort [this considered, WCI would've been absolute hell to him]. Also, I think Sanji is pretty sensitive to scents in general, so Usopp's warm and sweet fragrance makes him feel at home [Zoro being a hater would not have time for this at all].

And don't get me started with Usopp's resident bestest of friends and certified cuddle buddy [Luffy]: you just know that this menace with abandonment issues [affectionate] would claim his Usopp cuddles every now and then. I also think that after the whole Water 7 ordeal, their cuddle session would've been extensive, because Luffy just "missed Usopp and his smell so much". Even Chopper is smitten with his smell! Small, smell-sensitive Chopper!

Nami would love it, too! Hell, even Zoro would appreciate it [more for the fact that it's Usopp we're talking about, and Zoro would not hate a single little thing about him. Except his taste in man, but that's for another day].

So yeah, to sum up this random headcanon, Usopp is gorgeous has a gorgeous smell, and is the crew safe place.

I agree wholeheartedly with this. So much. Usopp looks like somebody who smells so good. Like flowers and wood. No doubt. He takes so much care of his hair and hygiene that it's kind of surprising that he's a pirate, honestly. Although what did you expect from somebody as anxious as him? I'm sure he's worried about this 24/7. And besides, being Sanji's boyfriend he's legally obligated to smell good because I think Sanji would be very sensitive so scents (as you said. Because it's true. I often mention this on my fics, actually).

Kaya and Usopp took care of each other in a ver intimate way!! Showered together. Shared hair products. Did each other's hair. When Usopp joins the crew, he still takes care of his hair and his image but it's mostly out of routine and love for Kaya more than anything. Besies, he loves taking care of his hair because it reminds him of his parents and the way they loved his hair so much too!! Always said it was the best part of him.

And yay!!!!!!!! Sanuso!!!!!!

Sanji absolutely loves Usopp's scent. He smells like flowers and Nami's tangerines and wood and paint and crayons. Idk how to explain it, but he smells like art and home and Sanji can still somehow smell the Merry on him. Poetic little gays. They miss their daughter. Every time Sanji is feeling anxious or just misses his boyfriend, he will go to Usopp and hug him and place his head on the crook of Usopp's neck. And he just kisses his shoulders and skin there and smells his hair for a while. When they go to sleep together and it's Sanji's turn to be the little spoon (happens most of the time, though) he will either turn around to be able to smell Usopp properly or he will just bring Usopp's hands closer to his lips while they sleep. They're the clingiest thing on earth.

Headcanon that after WCI, Sanji's sense of smell is a bit fucked up. The whole place was full of sweets everywhere and everything smelled like chocolate and strong tooth-rooting food. Sanji has a hard time smelling things again that don't remind him of that. He stops baking sweets for a while, too. So he starts reaching out for Usopp more to drown in his scent whenever the memories of WCI are too strong. He spent a long time without being able to be with his precious boyfriend and the only scent that calmed him down. Thinking about Usopp giving Sanji his bandana when they part ways in Dressrosa and keeping it throughout WCI and smelling it whenever he wants to remember how home feels like.

Luffy and Nami also enjoy Usopp's scent but that's because they're the ones who cuddle with him the most when he's free from the hands of his boyfriend. They're,,, So sweet. And Zoro likes being around him also because of that but, you know, it's Zoro and Usopp, they like being together either way.

To sum up the whole thing, Usopp is the most gorgeous man on earth and he smells like a dream.

#love of my life istg #can you tell i absolutely love usopp and everything about him #aghhh thinking about clingy sanuso always makes me soft #and nami and usopp cuddling going insane #one piece #usopp #black leg sanji #sanuso #monkey d. luffy #east blue crew #strawhat pirates

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ok but if you’re up for it, can we pls talk abt tokoyami with a corruption kink? i’ve definitely touched on it before, but here’s today’s brainrot.

fumi loves seeing you in pastels and soft tones. in clothes that make you look innocent and sometimes modest. there’s just something about seeing you look so sweet that makes his blood run hot. he wants to play with that, taint it, watch it fall away.

depending on the context, i could see him enjoying it when you play dumb or like you’re so clueless and naive. there’s an appeal to both corrupting someone that’s innocent into doing gross things for him, and slowly getting someone with perceived innocence to open up and reveal how perverse and corrupted they already are. it’s then his priority to push that as much as possible (with consent obv).

you mention something that you might like or whatever and he coaxes you to talking about it in detail while planning in his head how he’s going to make it happen. you can blame dark shadow on that imo…. dark shadow drops little thoughts in his head all the time of “what if…” whenever you’re around. sometimes fumi’s face gets hot and flushed out of nowhere because of it, and he’s so thankful you can’t tell as long as he keeps his cool.

sigh. tokoyami is lovely.

I think it’s about the thrill of the chase for him, because Tokoyami has always been a patient man. And he’d wait more than a lifetime for you.

You’re such a pretty thing, far nicer than him. Far too good for him. So of course it’s not his fault when he gets a little carried away— telling you how pretty you’d look sprawled out beneath him while his fingers tease your clit. Whether you’d be able to take two of his fingers or if he’d have to stretch you out first, if you’d be good and take them for him.

It’s a sick and twisted game for him, corrupting something far prettier than him. Something that has him fucking into his fist at night as he pictures breaching your tight heat for the first time—

So he’s full of lingering touches and choice words, the kind that ruminate in your pretty little head whenever you try to fall asleep at night beneath your thick pink comforter and surrounded by your plush toys. Words that cause a heat to ferment between your thighs, soaking your panties and tainting your mind before Tokoyami has even had a chance to touch you.

And he knows it— lifting your hand to press a soft, sensual kiss to your palm as he smells the remnants of your slick against those pretty painted fingers. Because no amount of those sickly sweet body wash and lotions could ever wash away the saccharine scent of sheer depravity. Groaning deep in his chest as he pictures them pressed against your puffy clit as you think about all the sick, nasty things he wants to do to you— and he will do them.

It’s cute that you still try to act so innocent around him, even though he knows you’re anything but now. Tarred with the sick depravity that runs deep inside him, that’s threatening to bubble over and expose you for the dirty little girl you really are. The nasty slut that’s alrady caged inside you and is waiting to be set free— and just like a bird, he’ll let you soar.

“Aren’t you going to tell me how your night was, sweetheart?” He smiles so kindly, but he already knows the answer from how your cheeks flush and your thighs instinctively clench together, “You went to bed so early—“

He wants to hear you say it, wants those disgusting words to sound on the tip of your tongue. The depravity almost sounding sweet when you say it, filled with innocence and sincerity. How wet you were, how ruined m your cute panties were and how many times— Tokoyami wants to hear how many times you came touching yourself to the thought of him, because he’ll make you cum twice as many when you finally deserve his cock.

#tokoyami thirst #tokoyami smut #thirst posts #jo thirsts

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cherrielip · 2 years

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lemon lollipops and salt

pairing: tom grant x fem!reader

summary: when a misterious girl comes to Cornwall Tom’s life turns upside down and her, frankly, too. maybe, just maybe, Tom hopes he could be happy this time…

warning: this part is minors safe but be aware that next one won’t be! technically this part could be read as a separate piece.

re blog if you like the story, that’d make me happy :)

Tom closed his eyes, lips curling into a Cheshire cat-like smile. He leans back, the coolness of the pub stone wall feels pleasant on his heated skin. He hears the crackles of ice in his Gin & Tonic. Something he’d never normally choose over a pint but today he felt rebellious. Taking a sip, he feels his mouth explode into millions of stars as the drink slides over his tongue. The lime bites his tastebuds. Tom cautiously opens one eye to peer around the crowded room. The pub is warm and dimly lit, buzzing like a beehive with the sound of conversation, laughter, glasses clinking and slow indie songs rolling off the speakers. Outside, it’s still boiling hot, the passersby hold onto their cold drinks, surfboards and towels as the heatwave refuses to leave Cornwall.

Inside, it smells of cigarettes and well-worn aged wood. The air is heavy. It makes the soft curls at his nape stick to the skin. It’s a rare occasion for Tom to have a day off. The hot summer temperatures are in full swing and it's hard to get out of bed in the morning. Tom Grant never thought of himself as a lucky guy. Just a regular Cornish lad with a tedious summer job at the beach inn. But he grew to love the place over time even with the lingering memories of Ruth that he could still taste at the tip of his tongue.

Tonight he doesn’t dwell on it too long as he sees you coming back from the bathroom. It is still a mystery to him how just the sight of this girl makes his edges soften and a tight knot appear in his belly. Tom takes another sip of his G & T, feeling the bubbles roll between his lips causing a prickle in his mouth. He is lost in thought, considering how he doesn't like mysteries. But you are a mystery and he chuckles at how cheesy his thoughts are.

The first time he notices you the sun is set high up on the horizon. The waves crashing against the rocks like a thunderstorm. The salty sea air is warm and humid to Tom’s nose as he folds his arms on top of his head to shield himself from the sun to get a better look at this stranger girl.

Ripped denim hangs low on your hips exposing a sliver of skin just under your striped tank top. He reckons no one actually wears such jeans anymore. Is it still 2003? Or maybe Earth made a full circle back and he didn’t care enough to notice. Your feet in dirty Vans stumbled over a trailer step, a suitcase falling over. Somehow Tom can’t help himself but chuckle softly when your glossy lips mutter ‘shite’.

He stares at his own well-worn Vans, hands in pockets when he gathers enough courage to crack a joke (which is not funny at all, but hey, he at least tries).

‘Happens to me all the time’ he squints his eyes from a bright sun.

You give him a side-eye and laugh. Suddenly he finds himself helpless. He feels lost in the face of feeling that somebody finds him funny. He watches as your lips, delicate pink and inviting, curl into a smile.

‘Yeah, right?’ your voice is bright and sickling sweet like honey on his morning toast.

Fuck him.

Later he curses himself for not actually helping you with that bloody suitcase.

Next days his mind wonders to you more than he’d like. Tom thinks that he probably is going crazy, he’s overreacting. For sure. Love and touch starved that’s what it is. But Christ he can’t help himself but hope to see you again. And again.

On a Tuesday evening, he readies himself to go back, surfboard tucked under his arm, towel hanging over his neck. Tom freezes when you walk out of the water, body slick with salty droplets. Your skin glistens under the rays of the setting sun and fuck, there is so much skin for him to see. It might be lulling rush of the waves sounding like an angel's wings. Or the glimmering sun that kisses the skin in the most secret places where your bikini hugs your body but he’s dumbstruck and doesn’t realise you had spoken to him, waving a hand at him.

That’s when he learns your name. He rolls it on his tongue as if to taste how it sounds when he says it.

It sounds good. Heavenly.

His voice quivers just a tiny bit when you offer him your hand, eyes big and bright, smiling like that at him.

‘I’m Tom’

He squeezes your fingers between his and shivers. You’re hot to touch.

The next time he notices you, the night with its soft paws slowly comes down onto the resort covering the space around with a feather-like inky coloured veil. The air was filled with the laughter of people, smoke from the cigarettes floating around, intertwining with the salty ocean breeze. It felt as if clouds fell in love with the moon, roaming around the night sky that offered the best view of this starry canvas above sleepless tourists. You sat outside your trailer on a lounge chair, bare feet propped up on the little table. There’s an open bottle of beer and a book in your hand. A cigarette between those pretty lips. He almost dies when you smile at him. His feet carry himself to you on their own accord when you summon him.

He looks boyish and slightly flustered. You try to hide a smile feeling the tips of your ears burn. You hope he feels the same but your heart skips several beats and you can’t really think straight.

‘It’s a crime to be working on such a lovely evening’ you salute him with your beer bottle.

Tom mumbles something extremely dumb under his breath, trying to hide a blush that creeps up his face. Still, your giggles explode into laughter. Your smile could burn him from inside out and Christ, he would not mind being reduced to ash.

You laugh. You’re laughing at his stupid jokes and it makes his belly burn with earning heat. Tom thinks he’s a fucking creep eyeing you like a lemon lollipop on a sunny day but he can’t help himself staring at you.

Your voice is gentle, it is full of light and it reminds him of carefree childhood days. His chest swells and he’s afraid it’ll explode because fuck, he could just eat you up.

Oh, get a grip.

‘You want one?’ you point to a beer bottle and he only manages to nod.

You smile in response and it warms his cheek with a grin. You disappear inside your trailer.

He’s sitting opposite your lounge chair when you hand him his bottle.

‘Here you go, good sir’ fingers brushing against his.

He stumbles over his words, blushing profusely. ‘Thank you, my lady’

My lady.

When beer bottles are half empty your conversation drifts into discussing one another day, the unpredictable weather, and how good this beer is. You mention the documentary you saw recently on BBC and Tom shares his love for Paolo Nutini’s music. You both agree that the guy is a bloody genius.

Tom wonders if could this be any more perfect and can’t stop himself from remembering that day on the beach and your bikini.

He rambles about his favourite Nutini songs, you looking at him with those big, shiny wet eyes that make his heart flutter. That night he dreams of you.

So now when he sees your figure walk over to the bar he watches you intently.

You gather your hair, thick and dry from salty water, and secure it in a loose bun. You feel the droplet of sweat rolling down your nape, tickling the softest skin on your back. It disappears behind your summer dress, following the route of your spine. Daisies on your dress flutter as you walk, hugging your thighs with its silky touch.

He calls out for you.

And god, your name never sounded more perfect than now.

#tom grant (make up)#tom grant x reader #tom grant #make up 2019 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant smut #tom grant x you #tom grant x fem reader #tom make up #joe quinn make up

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sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare · 9 months

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Tess TLOU NSFW Abc's

Warnings: 18+! Minors and Men DNI dom!tess x sub!reader, slight dubcon, smut obviously, sligh somno, oral and fingering (f receiving), scissoring, kinda public places, this is all lesbian sex from a lesbian virgin pls be kind, also some fluff cause i couldn't help myself

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She would be so gentle afterwards like no matter if it was a rough session or soft and intimate she would hold you and stroke your skin, making sure you were grounded before she left to clean you up. If you two got really messy she would insist on taking a shower (together obviously) and she would scrub every discomfort from your body. If you were too tired to take a shower, she'd definitely clean you up, not just between your legs but your chest (she'd been busy there) and face too, making sure you're nice and clean and ready for bed.

What she'd want from you after sex though is physical contact. She feels like no matter how close you are to her, you're not close enough so you're always trapped against her afterwards. You don't mind though; you'd have to be crazy to mind

B= Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite part of her body is probably her face, more specifically, her eyes. She knows how much power they hold and she can control anyone with just a look. She uses her eyes on you often instead of her voice because she knows you'd do anything to please her and she loves seeing you struggle beneath her gaze.

Her favourite body part of yours has to be your tits. She grabs them any chance she gets and you pretty much have to peel yourself away from her. She acts tough, and she is, but she is whipped for you and needs to always have her own personal stressballs in her hands when it's just the two of you. She also loves to see them bounce and jiggle when you ride her thigh and you've noticed she purposefully bounces her legs so she can watch them more.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Tess is definitely a pleasure dom so, though she might like teasing and edging, she loves overstimulation the most. She'll eat you out for as long as she wants and you sometimes have to push her away because she gets so lost in the feeling of you cumming again and again against her mouth. If she fucks you with her fingers though, she'll keep them inside of you until you stop spasming from your last orgasm. Then, when you finally catch your breath, she'll press her fingers into your mouth so she can feel you instictively suck on them. And let's face it, that act alone turns you back on.

As for her, she has trouble giving control but she realizes that you still want her to control her when you're touching her so she'll have you on your knees, begging to taste her. When she finally gives you permission, she'll guide your head with the hand she has tangled in your hair. She gives you directions on how to please her: "higher, slide your tongue up and down just like that", "suck, baby, that's it. Fuck!" When you don't wait for permission and just dive in like you've been starved, she'll pull your hair back and say something like, "Wow you're such a desperate slut it's fucking pathetic" (making you want her more) or "Be patient sweetheart. You'll get to have a taste but you have to be a good girl for me, okay?" which just turns your brain to mush :(

(giggling kicking my feet)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you got together, you'd go on runs together, sometimes going outside the QZ and she would purposefully get too close to you or "check on you" after you ran into infected just so she could feel your warmth and smell your aroma (which, despite the end of the world, always smelled slightly of vanilla). One time, she grabbed onto your waist on one of these runs saying it was because she thought your were about to fall but you had been flirting with her all day and she couldn't handle it. That night, she touched herself to that memory and came harder than she ever had, before you that is.

She has never told you this.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She has a lot of experience with sex since she'd had a few one night stands in her years in Boston, but she's not quite as experienced with intimacy. Your first time together you though she was fucking you so good you might actually die from the pleasure she was giving you. Her tongue was on your clit, licking and sucking, and her fingers were just teasing your entrance, waiting for persmission. It's when you practically whined at her that you needed her inside of you that she pushed two fingers in and had you cumming in a few minutes. Later on that night, she was surprised to find herself spooning you and kissing your neck as you both dozed off.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

As I said before, your tits are her favourite part of your body so any postition in which she can see them is great. Her favourite position is when your on your back with a pillow or two under your hips and she can just fuck you into the matress (she traded a lot of cards for a black strap). She gets to see your chest and has a solid grip on your hips, making sure you don't go anywhere. Her favourite part of this position is that she has a perfect view of your pussy and she can see every little twitch. Plus it means easy access to your clit which she loves to abuse especially when she's deep in your cunt. She also noticed that, if she angles her hips right, she can see a bulge form in your belly and pressing on it makes you let out the cutest moans.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I think she'd be more serious, knowing that you both get vulnerable in those moments and she'd never want you to associate those to anything but love. Sometimes she'll be rougher with you but most of the time she holds your hand while fucking you slowly, dragging out every moan and sigh out of you. She'll kiss up your neck and nibble on your ear as she whispers to you how much she loves you and how good you make her feel.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It's the apocalypse so don't expect anything to be smooth and hairless. She does, however keep it trimmed, especially when you've been more flirty towards her than usual because she knows you just need to be taken care of and she's more than happy to take care of you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

In the beginning of your relationship, she would show her love but would never say anything that might indicate how enamoured she was by you. When your relationship gets more serious though, she's repeating "I love you" like it's the only sentence she knows. She caresses your body, which she didn't really do before, because she's comfortable with you and wants to feel all of you, to memorize every inch of your body. Her mouth is also always on your skin one way or another. She kisses you deeply when her hand is rubbing languid circles on your clit, loving the feeling af your moans against her. If she's being to rough to kiss you she'll be sucking on the skin on your neck or chest, watching the marks blossom.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She can't go more than two days without fucking you but sometimes your schedules don't line up and you barely see each other for a week. So, one day she had the brilliant idea to record the two of you going at it (with your consent, of course), and she listens to it when she needs to get of. She keeps it in a locked drawer because she's the only one who gets to hear your sweet sounds (other than your neighbours, some nights, whoops).

One night, she came home early and heard you whimper. She hurried to the bedroom to see you on your back with a hand between your legs and the recording in the other. Luckily for, her your eyes were shut and she was stealthy enough to get between you thighs and start sucking on your clit. You were starteled but once you realized it was her, you had a long sleepless night filled with so much pleasure that the room smelled like sex for days.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Tess is absolutely a sucker for marking. She always makes sure that you have at least one hickey visible so eeveryone knows to stay the fuck away from you. She also leaves hidden marks on your chest and thighs, loving the fact that you always have something to remember her by when she's not around.

She's also into praising and degrading, sometimes all at once. The sounds you make when calls you her pretty little slut while her hand is between your legs almost make her pass out. She loves that her just her words can make you so weak. She's also a very patient woman so sometimes she'll praise or degrade you all day using the voice she uses for you only, loving the way you squirm.

I don't think she'd be into heavy impact play but I think she'd enjoy giving you a few slaps here and there, mostly to get your attention. For example, when she's eating you out and you close your eyes after she specifically tould you to keep them on her, she'll slap the outside of your thigh, turning your focus back to her.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

If you have access to hot water, the shower is her favourite to fuck you. Her favourite thing to do is hold you up and abuse your pussy, knowing that she made you this weak and that you trust her enough to be so vulnerable towards her. The shower is her favourite place because she gets to pin you against the wall or glass and use you however she wants without worrying about the mess it'll leave on the floor. Plus, the best sight she can think of is you on your knees, face burried in her heat. The way the water trickles down into your face and you struggle to keep your eyes open but oh you want to keep them open because seeing Tess' face contort in pleasure is your favourite thing to see.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your entire being turns her on but she's especially taken aback when she comes home to find you clean and smelling of... lavender? You must have gotten some soap from Frank. She finally sees you on the bed reading a book she recognized as the one you'd been trying to read for weeks now. She notices you're wearing a white tank top (without a bra) and baby pink shorts. Both of these look like you could have just gotten them off the rack of a store from how spotless they are. What turns her on is how innocent and clean you look and she has the urge to just ruin you. So she does. However, she makes sure the clothes stay perfect, and that's how you learn that Tess has a thing for corrupting you.

Now anytime you're really needy you just take a shower and wear the outfit that revealed her obsession with you. You also find out that giving her doe eyes turns her to jelly and using them makes her go feral. Whenever you look at her with those wide innocent eyes, she practically rips your bottoms off, not bothering with your top since fucking you half naked just turns her on more, and she licks or pounds the innocence out of you. She loves seeing you go from sweet little flower to messy fuck toy :(

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She'll never do anything that could put you in danger like breath play or anything like that. You have asked her to choke you before and she got really concerned until you explained that you just wanted to feel the pressure of her hand around your neck and that it makes you feel her power and control. So she did try it hesitatingly one night and absolutely fell in love. She's still very careful about that though.

She wouldn't ever cut you or leave any permanent marks but that doesn't stop her from making empty threats.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She's been used to being the giver in any intimate relationship and, with you, she knows exactly where to slide her tongue and which places are most sensitive to her kisses. She was very satisfied with that (sometimes finding herself close to cumming in her jeans at the sounds you made) but then you started begging to tasste her too, saying you wanted to make her feel good. How could she say no to that? So you flipped her over, which she helped you with, and trailed open-mouthed kisses down her torso, taking off her pants and trying to drag that moment on forever. After a few minutes of teasing her through her panties, she tangled her hand in your hair and said, in her usually relaxed and honey voice, "Sweetheart, just a second ago you were begging to taste me now I suggest you get to it." she punctuated with a squeeze of her hand. When you finally did taste her, you were done for. everything you'd ever had on your tongue before could not compare to her. And the feeling of her against your mouth sent shocks to your clit. She now finds herself daydreaming of the next time she'll have you between her legs.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

She's probably a mix of everything, liking to drag things out but hearing your broken moans when she reaches somewhere deep inside you makes her want to never take it easy on you again. So, she goes unbearably slowly, teasing you to no end, but goes rough enough that everything she does is pleasurable. This way she gets to see your face scrunch and hear your desperate whines at how good it feels for as long as she likes. That is until she decides she wants to see you cum over and over again. The she speeds up gradually so you don't realize that you're slowly getting closer and closer until she's telling you to cum for her.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She decidedly LOVES quickies. She loves the thrill of having somewhere to be, but being so desperate to have her hands on you that she makes everything wait for your pleasure. I imagine her being stressed about a job, especially with you there because she's so protective of you. And now the fucker you were supposed to meet is no where in sight and she's all tense, looking around sporadically. You try to calm her down by putting your hand in hers and giving her a light squeeze. She looks at you and you say, "It's gonna be okay bub." She realizes then how absolutely infatuated she is by you. After another quick look around she drags you to a dark corner where you couldn't be spotted. She'll still make sure you're ready for her, not wanting to make you numb, so she'll grope your thighs and ass while kissing you feverishly, swallowing up all your whines. She'll keep going despite your protests that someone will catch you. You'd be embarrassed, sure, but with Tess' reputation no one would dare make fun of you for it. So, knowing you don't actually want her to stop, she'd slide her hand down und unbutton your pants and shove her hand down your panties. Given the time crunch of the situation, she doesn't waist any time teasing you, instead going straight for your clit. Her fingers are so warm and rough they give you the perfect amount of friction and she has to slap her other hand over your mouth to keep you from being too loud. You don't last long due to the exposure of it all. When you've both caught your breath, she licks her fingers and fixes up your clothes seconds before the guy you were supposed to meet shows up. Just like that, she's back to her tough 'don't-fuck-with-me' personality.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She's willing to do anything you show interest in but she's often the one to want to introduce new kinks to you. Before Tess, you'd known you weren't the most domineering person but you didn't think that would translate in the bedroom, much less that you'd enjoy it. But on one of your first nights together, she helped you slip deeper and deeper into sub-space, convincing you she'd take care of you. Which she did. She made you feel so small, taking away any thought you could have that wasn't focused on her and she did it so lovingly.

She also introduced you to anal, which you were terrified of until you started to experiment with it. At first, she would just graze your tight hole which sent jolts of electricity to your spine. You eventually asked her for more and she obliged with a smirk on her lips. She made you lie down on your belly, which was in itself a rare occurence, and used your abundant wetness to push a finger in. Needless to say you were hooked after that and often begging her to abuse your ass again.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She's a very strong woman and can therefore go for hours, sometimes lasting all night when you've been away for an especially long time. She has a hard time voicing her emotions but she's able to show you how much you mean to her through the pleasure she gives you and she can never get enough of you. She is human though so she'll stop every once in a while to get you both some water and talk with you about anything that comes to mind. You love these moments when you're talking, wrapped up in each other and you get the sudden urge to kiss her and be all over her again, knowing she would never want to do anything but be close to you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Other than the strap, she does own a vibrator which both of you use. She likes using it on herself when you've been a brat. She makes you kneel on the floor while she turns up the vibrations and makes herself moan, her gaze never leaving yours. As she looks at you so intently, she says, "See what you did? Coulda been you making me feel good but you had to be a brat and now I gotta do it myself." with a sultry voice. All the while, you're begging her to let you make her cum but she's not having any of it. She makes you watch as she cums with your name on her lips before tossing you onto the creaky bed and fucking you with the vibrator (still wet from her heat) until you can't form a proper sentence.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ma'am is such a fucking tease, not because she wants to torture you but because she gets so much pleasure from watching you squirm. When you're out in public, she loves going behind you and putting her hand on the front crease of your thigh, knowing how sensitive you are there. Her graze gets you slipping and she sees it. She often whispers in your ear using her bedroom voice to get you all riled up and asks questions like "Oh baby, what's gotten into you? Why are you so needy all of sudden?" when you start grabbing at her.Knowing she has so much power of you makes her weak in the knees.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She's not a very loud person but she does make a lot of noise. When you're making her feel good, she's always moaning and groaning at how good you are. You love her moans since they're so breathy and almost she, like she reserves them for you. When she cums though, to your surprise, her voice gets uncharacteristically high and you can't help the butterflies that form in your stomach. She used to be self conscious about that, but ever since you told her how wet you get knowing that you make her feel that good, she doesn't hold back her moans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

After a while of dating Tess, you finally get the courage to ask her to try one of your fantasies and she's more than happy to try. You tell her you want to be closer to her when you have sex and that you want to try scissoring so the next time you're making out, she pins you to the bed and grins into your mouth. "What're you up to?" you say with a slight giggle.

"Oh nothing," she says, "just making your dreams come true, princess."

Your heart skips a beat as she takes off your pants much faster than she normally would. She goes back to kissing you as she presses a knee between your legs, making you whimper. Soon, you're clawing at her pants and she gets the hint. She takes off all remaining clothing from both of you and slides her right leg over your left one, aligning her center to yours. All the while, she's looking at your fascinated face, "How you feelin' baby?" she asks.

"So good, please need you to touch me." you respond. So she does. She lowers herself onto you and the mixture of your wetness makes her grind so easily against you. You swear you've died and gone to heaven with the bliss you're feeling. And she couldn't be happier, knowing that she can truly feel how everything she's doing makes your body react.

Then you feel her throbbing and you can't help it, "Fuck! Tess I'm gonna cum please cum with me I need to feel you." you start begging.

She starts grinding harder and faster, and you know she's close too. "Go ahead, cum for me sweetheart I'm right behind you."

As you come down from your high, you feel Tess reach her climax and you're amazed at the feeling of more wetness gushing from her.

This becomes one of your regular activities.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Not much to say here other than I know it's pink—

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Her sex drive is pretty high; as I said before she can't go more than a few days without fucking you. So she'll corner you at the most random times, almost demanding that you let her "that pretty pussy of yours" and you melt for her every time. She feels lucky to be with someone who's as horny, if not more, as her and she uses that to her advantage every chance she gets.

You'll often wake up from particularly exciting dreams only to realize that it was Tess waking you up in her favourite way: hand between you're thighs and face in your neck.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless she's had a very long day, she doesn't fall asleep before you. She always makes sure you have everything you need before settiling into bed and nestles you under her chin until she hears your breathing even out. Then she takes a few minutes to admire your beauty as you sleep before falling asleep holding you close and safe.

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a/n: no one asked me to do this but i needed to think about tess bc omg loml pls i need her to run me over and step on my face.

@lonelyfooryouonly here you go bbg I'm sleep deprived but lowkey proud of myself.

I was really inspired by @messrmoonyy for this fic cause there's so little Tess content on here and i wanted to do my part so she's the real hero here. Pls pls pls go check out her blog i literally fell in love and I can't go a day without my fix <3

#lesbian #tlou #wlw #tess servopoulos #tess tlou #tess smut #tess servopoulos x you #tess servopoulos x reader #tess fluff #sapphic #sapphic nsft #e #lesbian pride #I cant believe i wrote this dfasdhfak

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 1 year

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More ROTTMNT headcanons: cause I spent 6 hours cleaning my room and I’m still not done

The boys all wear makeup (cause I said so)

Donnie is amazing with eyeliner

He can do those crazy intricate looks that take hours

Which is why he hates putting his mask on

He’ll take it off any chance he gets so his brothers can witness his art

Leo wears shiny eyeshadow and owns more highlight than any person could ever need

He has every single color in the damn rainbow it’s honestly impressive

And both the twins use concealer to hide the dark circles under their eyes

Mikey does face paint more than anything (think meicrosoft on Instagram)

It’s honestly crazy impressive and he comes up with new ideas every single day

Raph does pretty simple makeup looks

He’s given up on learning any kind of precisions when it comes to makeup

But he makes up for it by being his brother's Guinea pig

At first, they thought Splinter would be mad at them for wearing makeup

But the only thing he was mad at is how much they butchered it in the beginning

He’s learned a lot from his makeup artists and he refuses to let his sons spit on their names by blending blush incorrectly (I mean come on Mikey was using a tissue when he found him for god's sake)

Because I have to clean my room and I was thinking about the boys I was thinking: how often would they clean their room

Raph: He cleans a little bit every single day

There is a place for everything and everything is in its place

The only time his room has gotten dirty is when he’s too injured to move

Leo: Never

He doesn’t clean his room until it gets disgusting

He’s got old cups, snacks, and wrappers in his room

And when he finally gets the courage to clean his room someone says some shit like “your room is filthy” and then he loses all motivation

Donnie: He makes a robot to clean his room for him

He’ll pick up small things here or there but if the mess is massive he’ll force one of his robots to clean it for him

Mikey: He cleans occasionally (once a month)

He wants to be like Raph when it comes to cleanliness but he’s more like Leo

The only reason why he cleans his room is cause he can’t think when his room gets messy

I was also thinking about how they would laugh

Raph: He has a belly laugh

It's deep and loud and he throws his full body into it (think Chris Evans)

Leo: He cackles

It doesn’t matter how funny the joke was he’ll cackle

It’s so loud that it hurts some people’s ears and they’ve asked him to keep it down multiple times

(It hurts his feeling a little bit but he never admits it)

Donnie: His laughs are quite

More of a chuckle if anything

It’s kind of awkward and clunky and if he thinks something is really funny he’ll snort

Mikey: He has a very breathy laugh

He wheezes and sometimes he sounds like a car that refuses to start

Now time for me to force my “Asian culture” onto you

Splinter uses Vicks as a cure-all

Any time the boys had a cough or a stuffy nose Sprinter would slather them in that shit (and the crazy thing is it works)

Donnie and Raph hate the smell cause they associate it with being sick

And Mikey and Leo love it cause they associate it with childhood

Every single pot and pan they own in is their oven

Donnie had to build a new one just to fit them all

And you might be asking “Roo can’t they just put them in the cupboards”

And to that I say “awe my silly non-Asian friend… no they can’t cause that would be impractical”

They all do the Asian squat

Raph can’t go that far down but they still call it the Asian squat

Raph does it when he’s cleaning

Leo does with when he’s tired of standing

Donnie does it when he’s trying to concentrate (Leo always says he looks like he's taking a shit (and he’s not wrong)

And Mikey does it when he’s painting

They all fight to pay the bill

Even when they don’t have that much money on them

It’s a full-out brawl

Hueso ushers customers out of the restaurant when he sees the boys are done eating

Cause he knows that someone will get hurt

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt splinter #i love projecting onto the disaster twins #it's cheaper than therapy

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frenchbreadandeggs · 10 months

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𝔅𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔬𝔫𝔰

Chapter 1: A Troubled Pilot the Anarchist Tinkerer and the Cold Inventor

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

synopsis: in which you, a skilled pilot, met the brilliant but arrogant/snarky/cold inventor/ explorer—Miguel O’Hara

steampunk au, pilot! reader, inventor and explorer! miguel, no superpowers but miguel's inventions resembles his spidey powers. words: 3.9k c.w. misogyny (reader can't get a proper piloting job)

this is cross posted in AO3 you can find it here

hi, after i am free from academics got some juices out of my head. Just gotta make this a series cause it seems ya'll want more after The Other Variant of Her LMAO (also do ya'll want a taglist for my miguel fics? just wondering!) anyways enjoy!!

“A little moreee…”

Click.

Then silence.

“And there you have it, it won’t be noisy when you take your book reading sessions anymore.” you smiled. Wiping the beads of sweat accumulating on your forehead. You wiped your oil-covered hands on your dirty apron as you stood up from crouching for at least two hours.

“Thank you very much dear, here.”

The old lady reaches you out a small pouch, you assume inside are bolts, nuts, or if you’re lucky there might be cogs. Though you did not set your expectations too high, afterall you are working in the lower classes in Nueva York right now.

You gladly accepted the pouch and placed it in your pocket, leaving the small gloomy apartment. You carefully stepped on the creaking wooden floors of the tenement. The building itself feels like it would collapse soon enough because of the moldy walls and broken floorings.

“Jeez, how can people live in a place like this?”

In a swift, you left the tenement. A gust of smoke greeting your face.

“Urk—” you coughed, fanning the lingering dark smoke on your face, “what a way to greet.”

Sighing, you placed both of your hands inside the pockets of your jumper and walked at the side road. It was dark, but somehow the sky looks murky despite the darkness enveloping, indicating that it is night time. You looked at the side, dark red brick walls met your gaze— and a familiar vandal etched on them. A smile on your face formed, this guy will be dead when his boss finds out.

When you arrived at the shop you saw Hobie lounging, his feet on the counter not caring. When the bell rang, Hobie looked up and saw you, you gave him a knowing smile in exchange for his smirk.

“Saw a vandal across the road,” you took the pouch and placed it on the counter beside Hobie’s legs, “do you know who did it?”

“We know who dun it, mate.”

He took the pouch and poured them out, only a few bolts fell—maybe three or seven. You shrugged.

“Fixed the noisy clock of an old lady, that’s generous enough.”

“Trade?” Hobie asked, you knew that he despises things that needed payment, how ironic he is in a shop right now.

“Most likely, never asked for a payment.”

You found yourself a place to sit while Hobie took the currency back to its pouch and walked out of the counter and entered another room.

You take a look at the shop, the air is thick with the smell of oil and metal, mingling with the faint scent of burnt wires. Everywhere you look, failed inventions and half-completed projects are strewn. Workbenches are cluttered with tools of all shapes and sizes, gears and gadgets scattered in a haphazard symphony. The shelves are a maze of salvaged parts, organized chaos that Hobie alone can navigate with no troubles.

It seems that this shop alone is Hobie’s and not his boss’.

“Oi, 'ave ya found any agency where y'can work as a pilot, mate?” Hobie called you out, he threw you a larger pouch at your way. You looked inside and saw food that can last for a week.

“Huh—oh, yeah no. They said they ain’t accepting women.” you rolled your eyes, “I don’t get it, I get the same education from piloting school and I get the treatment of this? Gosh what a world to live in.”

“Fancy givin' 'em agency a bit o' bombin', do ya? Need a test subject for me new invention, I reckon.”

Casting a concerned glance his way, you couldn't help but entertain the idea of wreaking havoc on agencies that rejected you, because fuck them. However, with the dire circumstances you both found yourselves in, residing in the impoverished corners of the lower class, you knew all too well that his boss wouldn't take kindly to such reckless actions.

“I'm guessin' ya wanna, but worried 'bout me safety,” Hobie said, his eyes arched in amusement. “Ya shouldn't, mate. I do this for a livin’.”

“As much as your idea seems cool, I’m not risking it, it might just ruin my profile even more.” you groaned, “Anyways, I’ll go now. A middle class man needed some of his machinery fixed. I need to be there tomorrow.”

You stood from your sitting position, the pouch that Hobie gave you now hung on the belt of your jumper. You gave him a nod, “Thanks for the food.”

“No problem, mate,” Hobie nodded back, his arms crossed on his chest. “Oh yeah, since you're gonna be up at the topside tomorrow, 'eard there's an event goin' on, all about inventions and such. Might spark an idea to build ya own airship and pilot it someday.”

You playfully scoffed, you were never the creative type, only a pilot and fixer, “Never did that stuff.”

“I can lend ya a 'and, mate.” he gave you a charming smile, “And bomb everything.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you exchanged a wave of goodbye with Hobie. Stepping out into the cool night, you found yourself surrounded by the familiar symphony of clanking machinery and the acrid scent of scattered smoke that permeated the air. The dimly lit pebble streets were alive with the steady flow of people, their shadows dancing in the flickering lamplight.

As you made your way through the bustling streets, an idea began to take shape in your mind. Hobie's mention of the upcoming event piqued your curiosity. It promised a gathering centered around inventions and technological marvels, an opportunity to witness the latest innovations firsthand.

But before indulging in the allure of the event, you needed to fix a mechanical issue for a man. The event might not be bad, you think.

As the early morning sun graced the horizon, you made the decision to take the scenic route on your way to the topside. After bidding farewell to Hobie, you ventured back to his place to freshen up. Your own humble abode lacked any sense of style, its contents consisting of plain brown jumpers and simple white dress shirts. Fortunately, Hobie possessed a keen eye for fashion, offering you the opportunity to spruce up your appearance.

But of course your style won’t disappear from you. You wore the goggles that held a sentimental value for you, it hung on your neck like a necklace. The trinkets you have from your old clothes were hung around your waist and leather belts on your corset that wrapped around your waist. You wanted to remove the corset but it was made by Hobie himself, frills designed at the seams of the belts.

“Gotta say, even though these things are proper stylish, I ain't gonna lie, they ain't worth wastin' your freedom on, tryna fit into those rubbish fashion standards. Regret havin' to unload 'em on ya, but I need this bloody shite outta my place.”

“Why is it here in the first place?”

“Dunno, mate. Just nicked it.”

“What?”

“Need a new one soon,” you slightly sucked your stomach in, “‘cause this isn’t my size at all.”

You gazed up from the midst of the tenement, feeling the gentle touch of the sun's rays on your face. If it weren't for the congested houses stacked atop one another and the crisscrossing lines of laundry hanging in the air, the people of the slums might have been able to truly appreciate the beauty of the sky above.

You found yourself climbing each stacked house, trying to reach your destination in a longer way. Gripping onto rusted iron bars and worn-out ledges, you pulled yourself up, the rough texture of the walls scraping against your palms. The sounds of the slums grew distant as you climbed higher, the air becoming crisp.

Finally, after what felt like an interminable journey, you reached the zenith of your climb. Standing atop the highest stacked house, you surveyed the topside with awe, the essence of steampunk permeating the landscape. Majestic buildings, adorned with ornate facades and intricate brass embellishments, reached towards the heavens, displaying the opulence of the higher class. The airships, resplendent in their polished metallic sheen, gracefully cut through the clouds, propelled by the power of steam and gears.

As you took in the scene, factories with towering smokestacks filled the air with billowing plumes of smoke, their relentless activity a testament to the industrious nature of this world. It was a sight that mesmerized, a stark contrast to the gritty reality you had left behind in the slums.

Breathing in deeply, you took a moment to savor the accomplishment before stepping off the last stacked house and onto the solid ground of the topside, making your way to the address the man gave you.

The streets of the middle-class district buzzed with activity as people moved about freely, unburdened by the struggles of the lower class. Cars traversed the well-maintained, cemented roads, their engines purring with a sense of efficiency. The residents donned clothing that exuded an air of cleanliness and modesty, their attire distinct from the worn and patched garments you were accustomed to. Your eyes wandered, taking in the sight of buildings occupied by tenants who enjoyed a more comfortable existence. Laughter filled the air as children played and ran with carefree abandon.

You were familiar with the streets since you lived here, once.

As you arrived at the block, you rapped on the door, the echoes of your knocks resonating through the hallway. It took a few moments, three to five rhythmic knocks, before the door swung open, revealing a middle-aged man on the other side. His face bore the marks of a life well-lived, etched with the wisdom of age, and his beard and hair had turned a distinguished shade of white. A monocle adorned his left eye, adding an air of eccentricity to his appearance. Initially, annoyance flickered across his features upon opening the door, but as his gaze fell upon you, a spark ignited in his eyes, transforming his expression into one of intrigue and curiosity.

“Ah! Yes, yes you. Come in come in.”

You thanked him after stepping aside to give you passage inside his house.

In stark contrast to Hobie's cluttered and chaotic abode, the man's living space was meticulously organized and tidy. As you stepped into the room, you couldn't help but notice the cleanliness that pervaded the air. The living room appeared recently cleaned, with everything in its rightful place, giving off an aura of order and precision.

The furniture was arranged with care, and not a single item seemed out of place. Moving towards the kitchen, you found it to be equally immaculate, with gleaming countertops and neatly arranged utensils. It was evident that the man valued a sense of cleanliness and efficiency in his living environment, reflecting his disciplined and focused nature.

"Please follow me," the man said, his tone firm and direct. The exchange of names seemed unnecessary at this moment, and you silently agreed. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, a shared purpose that transcended formalities.

As you followed him, he led you into a room that could easily be mistaken for a sunroom, bathed in natural light streaming through the windows. The space was adorned with an abundance of plants, their vibrant foliage filling every corner, while delicate vines cascaded gracefully from the window frames. Shelves lined the walls, filled with an array of work-in-progress inventions, each one a testament to his creative pursuits.

On his cluttered work desk, amidst the scattered tools and gears, you caught sight of a meticulously crafted golden fairy figurine. Beside it lay the blueprint, a detailed depiction of the fairy with intricate sketches and precise measurements. It was evident that this was more than just a hobby for him; it was a labor of passion and dedication.

The man noticed your curiosity directed towards the golden fairy figurine and a warm smile graced his face. "Ah, that," he said, his voice filled with affection. “It's for my daughter. She has a fondness for the enchanting creatures she reads about in fairy tale books.”

You shot your head, removing your gaze from the figurine and its blueprint, “Sorry, can’t help it.”

“No no! It’s alright.” he laughed, the tone in his voice seemed that he was glad a person liked it.

Looking back at the work desk, you said, “It’s beautiful.”

After swiftly resolving a minor issue with his engine, you took off your gloves and tucked them into your pockets. "The problem was simply a malfunctioning steam pressure valve," you explained. "It became clogged due to the buildup of debris from the steam, which can potentially cause damage to the entire steam system if left unattended."

As you untied your hair, the man stood beside you, his eyes fixed on you, eager to hear your advice. "To prevent similar issues in the future," you continued, "I highly recommend implementing a regular maintenance and cleaning routine specifically for the steam pressure valve. This will help keep it clear of any debris and ensure its proper functioning. Regular inspections and proactive cleaning will go a long way in maintaining the efficiency and longevity of your steam-powered equipment."

With your recommendation delivered, the man nodded appreciatively, understanding the importance of proactive maintenance in avoiding future complications.

“Do you work for anyone? Like an agency or something?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

You were taken aback by his sudden question, momentarily caught off guard. “Um, no,” you replied, slightly flustered. “I'm just seeking people who need assistance. That's about it.”

The man's eyes sparkled with a glimmer of interest. “I've been searching for an apprentice to help with my work, particularly in the field of machinery,” he revealed.

You nervously chuckled, not expecting such an offer. “Oh, thank you for considering me,” you responded, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. “But I'm not actively looking for an apprenticeship or anything like that.”

Curiosity tinged his voice as he questioned your decision, “Why not? You clearly possess a talent for working with machinery.”

Your laughter fades into a soft sigh. “I appreciate your kind words, but the truth is, I just do this thing for my survival, nothing else—not my passion no.”

The man's expression softened, a hit of disappointment but still understanding the pragmatism in your response. He nodded thoughtfully, respecting your honesty. “I see,” he replied, his tone sympathetic. “Well, if circumstances ever change or you find yourself inclined towards pursuing your passion, keep in mind that there might be opportunities waiting for you.”

You offered a grateful smile, appreciating his understanding. "Thank you," you said sincerely.

With a swift stride, you left the block behind. Thoughts swirled in your mind as you navigated the bustling streets. Fixing clocks and tinkering with inventions was not your true calling. You were meant to be a pilot, soaring through the skies, witnessing the beauty of the world from above, not getting your hands dirty with someone else's worn-out contraptions.

The distant hum of airships passing overhead only served as a painful reminder of the path you yearned to tread. You had dreamed of the freedom of flight, the thrill of navigating the vast expanse of the sky, not the mundane tasks of a makeshift mechanic. But circumstances had led you to this point, and survival had become your priority.

Then you remembered what Hobie said;

“Oh yeah, since you're gonna be up at the topside tomorrow, 'eard there's an event goin' on, all about inventions and such.”

“Might spark an idea to build ya own airship and pilot it someday.”

Fuck. You don’t know what the event’s name is, Hobie never told you. A gust of wind flew past you—and a flyer smacked onto your face. You took a better look of the flyer;

Clockwork Convergence

This might be the event Hobie’s telling you, maybe.

It says in the flyer that the event is where various clockwork mechanisms and devices come together, symbolizing the convergence of intricate gears, cogs, and other mechanical components. Itrepresentsacelebrationoftheartistryand— you don’t care about those, seeing an airship close up is enough for you.

You looked at the flyer where the event will happen and coincidentally the time is today and the city center was just a few blocks away from where you are. While you were going your way to the city center, children ran past you seemingly going to where you are headed. You looked up, the city center just in front of you.

As you strolled through the event, you marveled at the diverse array of stalls showcasing the inventive creations of talented individuals. Each stall presented a unique collection of steampunk-inspired gadgets, contraptions, and marvels. You admired the intricately designed clockwork mechanisms, the mesmerizing displays of steam-powered engines, and the elegant fusion of brass, gears, and glass.

However, what truly captivated your attention were the majestic airships moored at the building docks above. Their sleek hulls and billowing sails stood as testaments to the ingenuity and ambition of their creators. The floating marvels were the epitome of steampunk engineering, combining the power of steam, the grace of aerodynamics, and the spirit of adventure. You couldn't help but imagine yourself piloting one of those magnificent vessels, gliding through the clouds with the wind in your hair.

“Excuse me.”

Apologies filled the air as you were jostled and pushed aside by the bustling workers, their attention solely focused on their tasks of carrying crates and setting up the stalls for the inventors. Amidst the chaos, you felt like a mere speck, insignificant and easily overlooked. The workers moved with a sense of urgency as they navigated through the crowd, their sights fixed on their objectives.

You found yourself weaving through the sea of workers, attempting to find a path amidst the commotion. The constant movement and hurried footsteps created a symphony of clatters and shuffles, drowning out any attempt at conversation or personal connection.

Although you felt momentarily invisible amidst the whirlwind of activity, you pressed on. Despite the occasional bumps and brushes with the workers, you remained undeterred, eager to explore the stalls, interact with inventors, and immerse yourself in the captivating world of steampunk creations.

You were focused on one goal, see the airships up close. And you need to get into the city hall to get in one of the docks.

Sneaky, you were not to be seen by the people who do rounds in the city hall. It was easy to get into the building for some reason—they should tighten the security. It took a while to find the door where the docks were, right turn left turn go straight ahead. Until your stupid ass did not notice that there was a label on top of the door saying “DOCKS”, for crying out loud, you walked past that door at least four times.

Slowly, you opened the door. Your face is now mesmerized by the beauty behold in front of you.

The airship resembles a mechanical arachnid suspended in mid-air. Its sleek, elongated body boasted a framework of intricate metalwork, reminiscent of a spider's delicate yet resilient exoskeleton. The gleaming brass exterior glimmered under the sunlight, accentuating the meticulously crafted details that adorned its surface.

The airship's enormous gas-filled compartments formed the main body, resembling the rounded abdomen of a spider, while multiple slender, articulated legs extended from its underside, providing stability and maneuverability in the air. Each leg was a marvel of engineering, a symphony of gears, pistons, and joints working in harmony to mimic the fluid movement of a spider's limbs.

At the forefront of the airship, a bridge emerged, resembling the cephalothorax of a spider, housing the captain's quarters and navigational control room. A panoramic glass dome provided an unobstructed view of the surroundings, allowing the pilot to observe the ever-changing landscape as they steered the vessel through the skies.

The airship's propulsion system consisted of powerful steam-driven engines hidden within the body, propelling it forward with controlled bursts of steam and gears. Large propellers, designed to resemble the spinning motion of spider's spinnerets, were strategically positioned at the rear, providing both forward propulsion and agile maneuvering capabilities.

“Holy mother of—”

“Excuse me?” a voice called out, just behind you. You turned around to see an old man, dressed in blue and white robes, no in particular people would wear those unless they are a keeper. And he is the keeper here in the city hall.

His eyes narrowed at you, suspicious of your appearance without a chaperone—especially what atrocity you are wearing right now that stings his eyes.

“What are you doing here? This is a private place, young lady.”

Before you could make an excuse, you felt a looming presence at your back. You turned your head to see a man in his mid-twenties, slick brown hair swept to his back, he is definitely tall—taller than you and the keeper combined.

Clad in a tailored coat of rich brown leather, embellished with brass buttons and accents, he cuts a striking figure. His stature is accentuated by the impeccable fit of his ensemble, from the finely patterned waistcoat featuring gears and cogs, to the crisp white shirt peeking out beneath. His broad shoulders proudly bear the weight of a unique projector, its brass frame intricately adorned with gears and filigree. The projector casts a soft, ethereal glow, adding an element of mystique to his presence.

Completing his look is a polished silver cane, adorned with elaborate metalwork, serving both as a stylish accessory and a hidden arsenal of miniature tools. Together, his attire and accessories speak volumes about his ingenuity, while his commanding presence leaves a lasting impression on all who encounter him.

His sharp yet cold gaze pierced through you.

“Ah! Mr. O’Hara, do not fret this woman—”

Miguel O’Hara, or O’Hara or whatever the keeper called him, raised his hand, silencing the talking man, his gaze never left you.

“What's your business here?” His voice resonated with a deep, velvety tone, each word carrying a weight that demanded attention. There was a distinct authority in his voice, a commanding presence that made it clear he was used to being listened to.

“I pilot.”

Silence.

Well that response was stupid.

Miguel's gaze intensified, his dark eyes locking onto you with a mix of confusion and amusement. His eyebrows shot up in a display of surprise, creating a distinctive arch that accentuated his intrigue. It was as if he had stumbled upon an unexpected discovery, finding amusement in the peculiar situation before him. The keeper lets out a loud gasp.

“What?! Don’t lie to the inventor, women don—”

“I never remembered telling you to speak.”

The keeper's mouth snapped shut, his initial gasp quickly stifled by a wave of apprehension. It was evident that he was wary of provoking the inventor's anger, choosing silence as the safer option. Meanwhile, Miguel's presence remained towering and commanding, his gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

His dark eyes bore into yours, seemingly delving into the depths of your being. There was a flicker of amusement in his gaze, fleeting yet unmistakable. The corners of his lips hinted at a subtle upward curve, as if on the verge of a smile. But just as quickly, the expression vanished, replaced by a stoic line that etched across his face, masking his true emotions.

“You pilot?”

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Rating Every Monster in the first Fear and Hunger on how Hard they Fuck:

For the sake of simplicity, I'm specifically using this list only to talk about Fear and Hunger's Monsters. Gods both new and old won't be included, but humanoid or formerly human beings like the cavedwellers or Pocket Cat will be. Got it? Cool. I’m only making a part two if Miro sees this and demands it of me.

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1) Maneba - Something something tentacle sex monster joke yada yada. But for real tho, you'd probably get the same amount of sexual satisfaction jacking off into a plastic grocery bag in my opinion. Plus, talking to them reveals that they aren't very passionate creatures overall, so foreplay would probably suck. 4/10

2) The Guards - Probably some of the most intense dick game you're ever going to get in your life, provided that you survive it of course. Otherwise, they're pretty graceless, they can't dirty talk you, and you might lose one or more limbs. Not a great package deal for most. 5/10

3) Ghouls - Probably your most sympathetic option. The fact that they were once normal humans can abate some of the horrors if you're into fucking corpses. Not to mention that showing them love through marriage to become a more powerful being entirely. Truly a romance endorsed by Sylvian. Just keep in mind the corpse smell is there forever. 7/10

4) Lizardman – A beast for the scalies out there. These guys fight hard and fuck hard, but it's probably a little crude and simplistic. If you're a human, they're probably going to skin you alive at some point, though preferably after the sex? Don't overestimate the lizard tongue thing tho, it's not worth the hype. 5/10

5) The Night Lurch – There are just a lot of rapists in the dungeon aren't there? Like it's not just me? The dungeon must just be primo real estate to these guys I guess. Anyway, their spiny cock is probably a masochist's dream, and the extra prehensile cocks are def a nice touch, but unless you're a biastophile, they might come off a little too pushy in the long run. It would probably be a one-and-done and he wouldn't kiss you goodnight. 6/10

6) Cavedwellers - Despite the weird, semi-racist implications of their origin, I think these guys are real gentlemen underneath it all. They're likely very practiced from having nothing to do but fuck all day to stay busy, and they'd make sure that you got off before they finished. They've also got some incredible endurance, so they can wait out the long game if you need to. So long as you never attempt to have a conversation with them they'll probably love you long time. 6 or 7/10

7) Miner Spectre and Other Spectres– Something tells me that the combination of existing only as ethereal beings plus the downside of being in a constant state of bitterness and agony isn't a recipe for good head. 0/10

8) Mumbler – This is a case of 'don't judge a book by its cover'. It's sad too, cause they're constantly erect and they've definitely got the goods, but even without the explosion hazard they're pretty unwieldy and hard to smash, plus fucking them is just an increased chance of brain-eating syphilis. Also, they're just terrible kissers. 2/10

9) Greater Mumbler – Now this is a creature of charisma, of elegance and joie de vivre! Unlike their counterparts, they've really got everything going for themselves: supple bodies, sexual versatility, free will from the god of the depths. I really don't think you get much sexier than that. Yes, there's still the explosion risk and the brain illness to consider, but also consider the depthussy. High 7 to 8/10

10) Scarab – I mean, if you can talk to them it might be down to clown. They're pretty reasonable manners wise, so they'd probably try to make sure you were having a good time. There's just no real way to do anything other than hands and mouth stuff, and you can't even get them off as a thank you so the whole affair just feels one-sided and awkward (unless maybe they cum acid?) Don't get me wrong, it's okay if you do tap it, but if I were you I wouldn't brag about having done it, you know what I mean? 4/10

11) Moonless Guard – Considering that the reason this thing exists at all is because a guard convinced a moonless wolf to a marriage is probably a sign of what you're getting into here. Trying to fuck this thing looks like it comes with more downsides then up ones though, mostly thanks to a giant mouth that cannot suck or smooch you. Is the half-animal half-guard dick good enough to risk the endless track marks and the very possible limb loss? Eh. 4/10

12) Body Snatcher – This thing knows the human body inside and out for sure, and it can use its multiple arms to tickle your ass into willing submission. Additionally, as a follower of the depths, it can probably hit your prostate/g-spot pretty fast and hard. If anything, this guy is probably a show-off with how much skill its got. The only turn-off comes from the fact that it's more insect than it is a doll/humanoid puppet figure, and that's more of a matter of perspective than anything else wouldn't you say? 8/10

13) Lord of the Flies - They've good a lot of strong qualities for sure. Big and burly, fluffy, Gordon Ramsey's face, ect. They could also manhandle your ass real good to be really domineering if that's your thing. It's too bad that they're insanely smelly tho, cause unless you get hot for the smell of wet dog rot, you're probably gonna puke all over him and that might kill the mood. Still, if you can stomach the smell, they might be worth it, provided he doesn't just kill you on sight or whatever. 7/10

14) Uterus – You know, I thought these things were called mannequins before looking more into their origins. That was a simpler, kinder time of ignorance. These things were created by a very bad person for extremely niche sexual reasons. Yes, you can sex it up, but know that if you do fuck it, you've earned every bit of judgment and revulsion that comes your way babe. 5/10

15) White Angel – Now this is hunk, pure and simple. Not exactly everyone's first choice what with the lack of genitalia and their dopey-looking arms, but just look at the fucking build of this thing! This guy's prime material for rutting up against on a cold night for sure, and who says hand stuff is off the table completely? He looks like he's got a couple of malformed fingers he could stick up your holes. The whole 'him being born out of your grudges' thing is also incredibly sexy all by itself like c'mon. 7 or 8/10

16) Lizardmage – With the proficiency of the yellow mages and the lizardmen's strength you've got something special on your hands if you manage to swing one of them. It'd be an interesting challenge to make out for sure, but this is probably the closest chance you're going to get to suck and fuck a magic dinosaur. Don't you dare tell me that you'd pass that up just because 'you can't get into a comfortable position' or 'the whole affair feels a little too close to having sex with a horse' or whatever. Pussy excuses! I will actively mock you if you turn down this incredible opportunity. 7/10

17) Cavemother – If you tell me that all you want in life is to smash your frothy sex organs up against the Cavemother, my only response to that will be 'Good, about time'. This poor creature lives for the sole purpose of getting laid and if you make it your mission in life to help them fulfill that goal I think that says a lot about your good and moral character. However, this is definitely a charity project, cause I get the impression smashing this creature probably just feels like rubbing yourself down with beef jerky before you get crushed under their weight anyway. They do have nice tits that can be milked, however. 5/10

18) Crow Mauler – Easily everyone's first choice, and how could you blame them? This dude's got train engine hips that can body you in a minute and abs like a garage door. The fact that he stalks you through the dungeon determined to decapitate you in a single blow is just the cherry on top of it all really. Honestly, your chances of getting laid before he kills your ass are fairly low, but it really comes down to the kinda bets you're willing to take. If you manage to pull it off and still have a pulse you're a goddamned sigma chad beast. 10/10

19) Molded – If you've got a thing for fucking raw meat I guess these are your guys. The whole thing does vibe on like an ero guro type level or whatever. I just feel like you'd also have to be aroused by misery too though, cause these things are sad to just look at for fuck's sake. No hands, arms, dicks, or even a decent fighting strategy, they're truly pathetic. I mean idk dude, feels a little mean-spirited to entertain the thought even. 3/10

20) Blights – They're literal god dinosaurs that can fly around and eat your face off. You could probably manage a much more viscerally graphic and sensual 'magic carpet ride' scene if you were seeking romance beforehand. I'm not seeing much in the way of 'fun stuff to stuff your genitals in' however, and what's more, they kind've have a similar texture to the molded which is kinda ehhh. A unique choice and it'll give you an interesting story, but I don't see it developing into romance or much else after the deed's been done. 6/10

21) Cavegnomes - The cavemother's kids, but lord are they hella dumb. They seem so unenthusiastic about doing basic shit like even just engaging with you that I have a difficult time understanding where the apple fell in relation to the tree. If you manage to track one down and put your hot bod anywhere near them it's probably not going to last longer than a few minutes and you'll have nothing to show for the wasted effort. Good job genius, you basically just tried to fuck a bird. 2/10

22) Butterfly – Honestly fuck the cockroach king, what a fucking loser. The butterfly is sweet and has an earnest goal they're working toward. If the prospect of becoming their final form came through the two of you fucking they'd likely be down, but I somehow doubt the God of the Depths is that good-natured. If you're anything like me you'll probably want to baby him and make the whole affair very sweet, especially rubbing his lil wing nubs a bunch as you kiss his proboscis. If you are anything but gentle and sweet to the butterfly I will hunt you down myself. 7 or 8/10

23) Human Hydra – Now I know what you're thinking, 'Isn't this thing basically already just a big orgy ball of people as is? What will adding my weight actually do in the long run?' The answer is nothing! It's virtually useless! You'd have a better time losing yourself to the Sylvian bunny cult, cause at least they're not going to taunt you with COD lobby-level insults about your mom or whatever. 1/10

24) Black Witch – Just your average working-class gal living it up in the dungeon. Probably into some freaky pain-play magic stuff thanks to Gro-goroth so if that's up your alley then you're definitely in for a good time for sure. Not gonna lie tho, her lips look hella chapped and while I can completely sympathize (chapped-lipped girl gang for life), it does raise the question of how much bodily maintenance she's up kept to this point. Then again, you're fucking monsters in a dungeon so like…why am I even bringing this up? Whatever, she's got a mad sexy laugh. 7 or 8/10

25) Iron Shakespeare – The Statue of Liberty's sexy serial killer cousin. While kissing is probably off the table unless you like the taste of rusty coins, it looks like it'd be a lot of fun to spank his iron butt armor just to hear the 'PTUUUUUUUNG' sound that would come out of doing so. The fire is a bit of a hazard, and maybe you don't want to get too serious in the throes of passion as a result, but grinding up on some semi-warm metal probably isn't too different from your average night alone amirite y'all? 7/10

26) Trotur – This guy was definitely banned from most BDSM munches and it really shows. The dude does not have a safe word and does not care about whether or not you get off or not. Just a really horrible dom all around and I would not recommend giving him your Fetlife account. Like yeah, I get that there's someone for everyone out there, but I promise you that endurance is a finite resource and eventually this dude's 'I'm going to torture you past your human limits' act is going to get old. 3/10

27) Skin Granny – I'm just thinking that if that's what it'll do to your face imagine what it'll do to your foreskin amirite? 1/10

28) Salmonsnake – It's got good voring potential, and I imagine that its skin is probably very self-lubricating which gives it some points. The tongue also has some interesting capabilities, but truthfully, it comes across as a monster you'd have more fun eating seasoned than eating out. Then again, there's no rule saying that you can't do both, just make sure you tell people you fucked something closer to a dragon than an axolotl so that people will be more impressed. 6/10

29) Double-Headed Crow Mauler – I wish I could say that there's never too much of a good thing, but in this case I feel like you're not going to get a double dose of all the good stuff if you know what I mean. Still, it might be nice to have a partner coax one of the heads into some heavy petting while you go nuts on it from the other end. He'll definitely murder you both once you're done so it's absolutely worth the effort imo. 9.5/10

30) Red Man – Poor little guy, fuck Ronn Chambara's sadistic ass. This dude just needs some kisses and loving whispers and he'll be super sweet on you. It'll probably be the first pleasurable experience he's had in a long time, so don't take it too personally if he tries to smash you with his big fists at first. It might be kind've brutal foreplay, but patience and care will turn this angy boy into a gentle pile of salami. 7/10

31) Nameless – This guy is very much about quality control, so he's not going to let just anyone slob his knob. I like to imagine that he holds the exact same trials to bone him as he does to pass through the Golden Temple. Suffice to say the man (golem?) has high standards, very much so for what ultimately boils down to fucking a giant rock. Also, unless you're really into the taste of grit, this might be a make-out session worth skipping. 4 or 5/10

32) Old Guardian – A big ol' Alll-Mer simp, he's definitely going to play hard to get. Still, I don't see why that should restrict the guy from getting some game on in the meantime. Aside from his amazing fashion sense, I imagine that he and the Nameless are probably alike in many ways, the biggest of which being that they're both sentient rock people who probably fuck like rocks and have very high standards. The main difference between them is the patience of the Guardian, so chances are you can stand to fuck up a little more moves-wise around this guy and he'll be less judgemental. Well, you know, hopefully. 5/10

33) Harvestman – ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 10/10

34) Lady of the Moon – Normally I'd just chalk this up to being a Maneba on classy mode, but there's genuinely some sexual provenance here. She's got three very kissable faces and I imagine it would probably feel really nice to run your fingers through her tentacles. Sure, she might ask you to commit some child trafficking, but that's just the sort of trade-off you have to decide is worth your while or not! How far are you willing to go to get sloppy toppy off one of Rher's finest minions? And is anyone really gonna blame you for falling into the temptation? Probably, but fuck 'em. 8 or 9/10

35) Pocket Cat – Speaking of Rher's finest minions and all, I'd be remiss not to include the man, the myth, the legend himself. He's a gentleman, a man of consent and good standing and good breeding! It's too bad that you're probably too old for him in this go around, but again, I'm sure that for the small price of child abuse he'd be willing to give you a little peck on the cheek. Is it worth it? Yes. 10/10

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