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ohitslen · 9 months
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They would be so insufferable once they got together I’m telling you right now
Request by @molten-rainbows!💖✨✨
Uni-fying the requests because.
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#worst double date ever when those guys keep getting denied access to many places for a second ride#for context! they aren’t the biggest fans of pda actually#they got lost inside the haunted house that also worked like a maze of the sorts. Meryl and Milly got out first and waited for them to#come out. but they never did. Meryl asked for security to look for them and they were caught in a place they shouldn’t be at#when asked abt the hickeys. they say they were hiding from someone who was chasing them. Vash covered WW mouth and he bit his palm#so Vash bit his hand in return. and bc they’re losers they kept going until things started to escalate and well#things ended up like that. and now they can’t get into the haunted house again.#Meryl considers not letting them be too far away from their line of sight because they are bastards separately and how together they are#somehow even worse. Milly won’t really interfere but would stop them if they start anything in public#which they wouldn’t. but they all know that would be a consequence#I cant for the love of me draw with at least a little bit of context behind it even if it’s just three panels OQJWK#without AA i make so many mistakes but whatever#trigun#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun stampede#vashwood#vash#wolfwood#nicholas trigun#trigun fanart#meryl stryfe#milly thompson#millymeryl#the girls finally OQNWM#lenssi draws#Trigun Uni! AU#take the color palette as a grain of salt I have zero consistency. also the style I guess
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artnijna · 11 months
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Finishing this doodle to unwind after a very good day but stressful evening. Some more demon butlers cause I love them together.
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weaselmcdiesel · 3 days
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ok so it's not a comic hope thats ok with you but instead it's karkat n nepeta but designed by someone whos madly in love with them both
some more au explanations + transcript beneath the cut
they're maybe around 30-40 yo? This was mostly just an exercise to give both of them adult designs. uh. i'm only calling it an au because I made bs some explanations behind their designs while i was drawing them. so uh, in this universe, sburb never happens + things that happened because of sburb don't happen either, but the alternian society is relatively unchanged. i dont actually know.. what.. karkat does.. like i cant figure out why he wouldnt be culled but it doesnt really matter i just wanted to draw him looking cool! (i am. open to hear about speculation if you have any). also i figured that Kanaya would go to the brooding caverns after her lusus dies, bc the wiki said her lusus would die regardless of the game taking place n whatever, and probaly do something with the matriorb there idk. thats all tho! ill prolly draw them more and maybe develop more lore as i do ^^;
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Transcript!
i don’t know what their dynamic is in the canon of this au… but that won’t stop me from making them kiss :]
The Vigilant adult karkat on alternia
new highly developed shoosing skill
honestly has a calmer demeanor because he’s learned what’s worth exploding about… though he probably developped a crazy resting bitch face
pleased (arrow to karkat with a neutral face)
The sash doubles as a sling for when he visits Kanaya in the brooding caverns. He’s also very tranquil around grubs because they don’t cause unmanageable problems. He’ll get mad if someone else bothers one
(yes i’m obsessed with dilfkat that’s why i drew this)
The Predator adult nepeta on alternia
Taller than karkat <3
still a silly goober, but better at getting what she wants
she probably got her title from a history of single-handedly slaying fearsome lusii. she likely takes assassination type of jobs because of her stealth. one of the more easy-going trolls from the group
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also! fun fact. i was having trouble designing kk's outfit so i looked in an old antiques catalog book from the internet archive to get inspiration from objects that had the same colors as those that i wanted to use in his design? not sure why i did that. just had a hunch that it would be fun. so this is the object i found that strangely enough inspired kk's fit
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haha.. and i also found one for nepeta, though it was easier to design her fit and i didnt actually need a reference object
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the book was "Antique Trader antiques & collectibles 2009 price guide"
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charnelhouse · 1 year
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Imagine going down on Ghost... wanting to make it good and take it all in, but he is so big that you cant help but choke. tears building in your eyes, your hands grip his thighs to ground you. he's whispering sweet little praises, running his fingers through your hair, petting his thumb along your hollowed cheek. youre going to be hoarse the whole next day, but you dont care
A/N: Simon Ghost Reader x F!Reader. Blow jobs. Dirty talk.
Ghost isn’t one to fuck your throat. He knows his size, and every time you offer to go down on him, he considers it a gift. He encourages you with that same rumbling, husky tone he uses in the field. Deep. Unrelenting. He’s a force of nature, and engulfing him is a feat. 
He sprawls out, thick thighs spread and his boots covered in mud. 
I need to shower, kid...
No, you don’t. I’ll taste you just like this.
You feel the massive muscles in his legs twitch under your hands. The skull on his mask stares you down - penetrating through the shell of your skin. When you release him from his jeans, his cock juts out against his stomach. You regard it lovingly. It’s beautiful, a reflection of himself. Searing hot. Bone-hard. His chest rises and falls, and his abdominals twitch when you slide your palms up his thigh. You lean forward and press your lips to the flushed head, gently stroking the foreskin down as you tease him with kitten licks.
“You’re so fuckin’ lovely,” he murmurs in a voice that slaps your cunt. It’s precious - a sweet jewel of praise you will carry. A soft reminder that Ghost is capable of such words. He can be screaming in your ear, howling orders, and you’ll remember this. His cock in your mouth, his eyes black as midnight sky as they watch you attempt to swallow him. 
You fist his shaft and use the right amount of pressure. You lap at the base, sliding your tongue flat along the underside until it darts against his slit. 
“Fuckin’ hell,” he groans, hips bucking against your chin. 
“Easy,” you soothe before you wrap your lips around him and take him as deep as you can. You get about three-fourths of the way down before you’re gagging. Tears burn in your eyes, and his dick is just too fucking big. It’s heavy, pulsing in the molten, wet suction of your mouth. You cup his balls, suck the head, and it’s the first time Ghost won’t shut up.
He brushes his thumb across your cheek, the line of your jaw. “So good,” he says. “So fuckin’ good, duchess. Just - just takin’ my cock like a big girl.”
You want to touch yourself between your legs. You want to climb onto his lap and have him cram you full with his cock. You want to feel him in your belly - in your heart. 
Sweat is dripping down his chest, bare stomach, and the soft curls at his groin. You choke, spit all over your hands and mouth, and every time you draw away, it connects your lips to his perfect cock. Strings of spittle. Pre-cum. He’s salty and earthy behind your teeth. His musk is distinct - whiskey and bullets and wood. 
“Think they know what you’re doin’ to me right now, Red?” He grunts, his hand possessively palming your skull to pull you forward. “That you’re sucking your lieutenant's cock right after a mission? You’re too damn giving, love.”
You take him deeper, relaxing your throat until the hair above his cock tickles your nose. 
“They watch you,” he says. “You know they think about you - talk about what you’d be like, and every fuckin’ time, I have to stop myself from breaking their goddamn necks.” His hips stutter against your face, he inhales sharply when you suction your mouth. “They ever try anythin’, I’ll kill ‘em.  It’s you and me, yeah?”
You’d be lying if this wasn’t making you clench. Ghost is excellent at acting professionally. He treats you the same as the others, but knowing he’s raging under his skin? He’s furious behind that stiff, cold mask? Oh - it does things to you. 
“I’d fuck you in front of them,” he hisses as his cock twitches and throbs inside your mouth. He’s close, you can sense it. You blink up, hand still stroking fast and tight before you release him with a pop, and he growls. 
“You’d let them see me?” you taunt. “Let them see my pussy? My tits? I thought they were yours.”
He’s silent, and you’d give anything to see his expression. He seems to be thinking, musing about how far he’d go with this fantasy. 
“I’d let them watch,” he says slowly as he gently guides your mouth back onto his straining cock. It’s red and wet, flushed with so much heat, and nearly there. “Think they’d touch you after they see me fuck you open?” His fingers slide along your cheek, press against the area he’s stretching your mouth. “You come quick with me, duchess. I know your body.”
You’re going to liquid, feverish with desire for him. It doesn’t take long after that. His hips jerk, his cock pulses, and then he’s spurting down your throat until he has nothing left to give. He trembles, chest hitching, and pupils blown out. 
“Get on your back, Red,” he orders, gripping the edge of his mask. “Legs open.”
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piratefishmama · 6 months
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Nest | Part 12
A Steddie A/B/O ficlet
To be security at a clinic like Nest, there were particular requirements. One of the main ones, was that you had to be a Beta. An Omega or an Alpha couldn’t be security at a clinic like Nest because stereotypically, both could be swayed by pheromones very easily.
One of the other main requirements, was that you could not allow yourself to be intimidated by an Alpha. You could not allow yourself to show fear in the face of a swayed Alpha, you had to be strong, had to be capable, and above all else, you had to have nerves of steel.
Funnily enough however, those requirements weren’t actually that commonly required at the clinic. Much to many outsiders surprise, their Alphas didn’t just go nuts in the presence of an Omega in heat, it was only the unfortunately loudly broadcasted instances of a few that took advantage of such vulnerable members of society, and thus... it was actually kind of terrifying when it DID happen.
When an Alpha turned up, especially one the size of Steve Harrington, chased by one of the reception Betas and the Beta in charge of the entire facility, it was easy to forget the second most important requirement of being security at a heat Clinic, and lose your nerve in the face of one of the largest and most prominent Alphas in the building.
Even if he were usually a giant teddy bear.
“STEVE!” There was Robin, running faster than the elder Beta struggling behind her, “Steve will you stop!”
Steve clearly wasn’t paying any attention to her, something had his focus locked on that door, leaving the two Betas guarding it wide eyed and frankly terrified. Sure Steve wasn’t known for fighting, he wasn’t known for being very proficient at fighting, in fact as far as pretty much everyone in Hawkins knew, Steve wasn’t a fighter in the slightest.
He’d won maybe one fight in his entire life, and that was against another Alpha at the mall who’d insulted the very Beta currently chasing him. It didn’t make him any less terrifying when they were guarding an Omega currently in the most vulnerable of heat stages.
“Move.” He was upon them before either of the two Beta’s could draw their weapons, taser like cattle prods that’d deliver just enough volts to knock an Alpha on their ass long enough for them to be subdued. Barbaric but deeply effective.
“We can’t!” The one on the left found just enough of his voice to squeak out. “You can’t go in the—”
“You don’t understand he needs me, he needs help.”
“Steve!” Robin came up the rear, hands on her knees, chest heaving as she panted her exhaustion “Steve for the love of Christ you can’t go in there!” Her arrival giving just enough of a distraction for both Betas to quickly pull their weapons, holding them defensively. “What exactly do you plan on doing?”
“I don’t KNOW I just—I know he needs me Robin, I cant just leave him like that and you shouldn’t ask me to!” Both guards looked at each other in confusion, Steve wasn’t… acting like an Alpha overcome by pheromones, he wasn’t acting out of his mind. He didn’t even seem that angry, just… determined, their stances faltered.
“Do you even know that it’s safe? That he won’t attack you if you go in? He attacked his uncle, he went for the guys throat and you think he’s just going to accept you into his space like that?”
“If he attacks me, then he attacks me, I have to TRY! I can’t—I can’t just leave him. I can’t. I won’t.” Steve made it all of two steps toward the two baffled Beta guards when he was bodily tackled by Robin, sending him to the floor with an impressive crash and a startled yelp.
Note to selves, don’t fuck with Robin Buckley, she’s a jock in disguise.
“Stop struggling and just—will you just—Steve STOP!” They knew they ought to help, but they were just rooted to the floor, staring in wide eyed bafflement.
“Get off! Robin I swear to God, get OFF me!” Yet no matter how loud Steve raised his voice, he never made any move to force her off. He could have, he could have so very easily hurt her, he was large, he was an alpha, Robin was a sturdy Beta who regularly took zero shit, but she was nowhere near as strong as Steve and he wasn’t in a state where Beta pheromones would stop him.
He was coherent. He was himself. He just pushed against her hold as if he couldn't harm her.
“Miss Buckley let him up!” Owens finally caught up, clearly out of breath.
“But—”
“Let him up, he’s not even fighting you.” They did look quite the sight, like two siblings play fighting without any intent to harm, like a sister had pounced on her brother to stop him from getting her diary, or answering the phone with some crazy embarrassing excuse as to why Robin couldn’t answer it. “He’s harmless.” The only thing missing was laughter. “He’s also right, Mr Munson cannot spend his heat like that, it could cause him irreparable psychological damage” undoubtedly it’d been how he’d always spent his heat.
It was a wonder he’d lasted as long as he had, at least at home he'd been in familiar settings.
“But Steve can’t be the one to go inside” Robin argued as she extracted herself from atop her best friend. “What if he—”
“Steve... you have to know that if anything happens to Eddie while you’re in there. I cannot help you.” Owens ignored Robin entirely as he reached down to help the Alpha up “if he’s harmed in any way, if he leaves this place afterwards and complains, if he pushes for charges to be pressed, I cannot help you. I will undoubtedly be removed from my position as well the moment it’s investigated. Do you understand?” There were rules in place, he’d have broken the rules, Steve would be prosecuted as a dangerous alpha, and Nest would be submerged in scandal.
It’d not only be career ending, but it’d also be life altering in the worst of ways.
“I won’t hurt him.” Steve knew the risks “but I understand” and he knew the consequences of taking those risks and having them blow up in his face.
“Steve...” Robin tried as she pushed herself to her feet “how much of this is your attraction to him? Think about it, would you have done this for anyone else?”
“...Nobody else has needed me to, Robs.” Even if he would have, nobody had needed him. They all seemed to work fine by instincts, they knew what they had to do and had almost no qualms with doing it first time or not.
Eddie wasn’t that. He wasn’t comfortable In the slightest, he didn’t feel right, he wanted a fairy tale, not an unfamiliar room, a weighted blanket, and a fake knot.
He wanted to be pampered, to be loved. So desperate for it that he’d put himself through hell waiting for it to happen.
“But would you if someone had?”
“Yes.” The worst part was, she knew that. She knew he would. He was just that kind of person, he’d always put others before himself. He’d always risk it all to save someone else, he’d take on the world, no matter if he’d known them for years or for mere minutes. If someone needed him, he’d be there, zero hesitation. “You know that though, don’t you?”
Her silence was telling. She knew him better than anyone.
Owens turned to the guards, who’d been silent throughout the interaction, their batons held lax, both curious but unmoving “stand down boys, hand over the key card” their attention snapped to him and his outstretched hand.
“But sir...” the one on the left started, looking between the three hesitantly, “I don’t thi—"
Only to be cut off by “You heard me, hand it over.” They couldn’t say no. Owens was in charge. The key card was deposited into his hand without further argument. “Alright, you’re both dismissed. Neither of you will be involved in this.” For their own good, it was likely that Owens would wind up on the chopping block too if something happened, there were cameras all over that facility for obvious reasons, all an investigative team needed to do was check the footage to see Owens letting Steve into that room. Sure they'd be disciplined for just handing over the card but... that'd be all.
It was a career ender for Steve and Owens. No matter. Owens was due to retire soon anyway.
The two Betas nodded and made their escape without further argument. Owens then turned and offered the card to Steve.
“...Are you really sure about this, Doc?” Robin asked, her voice quiet, full of concern and hesitance.
She knew Steve, knew he’d never hurt anyone, never take advantage, he’d never attack anyone, but... She’d also seen Alphas just snap. Alphas who’d never done anything wrong before, suddenly needing to be taken down by force. She didn’t want to see that happen to Steve, didn’t even want to risk it.
But even she had to admit that Eddie needed help.
“I’d stake my career on it. Steve, just to reiterate, you know the rules… whatever you do in there, if you break them, you’re liable for immediate dismissal and felony charges should it be taken further by the Omega in question and he will have every right to do so. Do you understand?”
“An you’ll be fired too?”
“Oh yeah I’ll be extremely fired.” He handed Steve the keycard “make good choices.”
Part 14
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saetoru · 2 years
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𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 + 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅
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BNHA VERSION HERE ; TOKREV VERSION HERE
includes: gojo satoru, nanami kento, okkotsu yuuta, geto suguru, fushiguro toji
tags: all characters are aged up, nsfw 18+, minors don’t interact, afab! reader, male masturbation, edging (yuuta)
notes: this is for boy scout aka ventini aka my trauma bff @yuwuta-a YOU CHANGED UR URL I CANT CALL U VENTINI ANYMORE
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✰ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 likes adding fuel to the fire when you’re mad at him, loves pushing your buttons just a little bit more each time. and even if he’s amused that you’ve sent him straight to voicemail as he calls, he’s just the slightest bit unhappy too—and he’s determined to make sure you regret not picking up. “sweetheart,” he drawls, panting breathily into the phone, hand dragging over his stiff cock slowly, rubbing over his tip with his thumb and jerking his hips up with a slight whine, “look what you’re missing out on. don’t be mad,” he coos. and then he lets out an even louder whine, purposefully needy—because he knows it gets you hot and bothered, he knows you’ll squeeze your legs together at the sound, and he knows you’ll need him just as badly. “baby, wanna fuck you,” he moans, “wanna feel how good you take me. wanna kiss you—you didn’t let me kiss you,” he pouts slightly. his hand fists his cock tighter, flushed an angry red, leaking with pre cum that leaves a quiet squelching sound as he strokes himself faster. he lets out wanton moans, drawing them out into the speaker of his phone as his hips rut upwards to meet his hand. and with a soft whine, he calls your name brokenly, voice pretty and desperate as it cracks at the end. thick ropes of cum paint his abs white as they flex, his orgasm crashing over him in waves while his back leaves the mattress. he whimpers as he milks himself of every drop, stroking himself until he’s finished and his body’s slumped against his bed in a breathless heap. “come over,” he says slyly into the phone, “c’mon, sweetheart i know you wanna, you miss me don’t you? i miss you too.”
✰ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 is all too frustrated his missions been delayed, and he’s all too frustrated that it means seeing you has been delayed too. he clenches his jaw when you don’t pick up, stroking himself faster as the sound of your voicemail plays in his ear. “won’t be home for a another few days,” he breathes at the sound of the beep, breathy moan catching in his throat while his hand slides up his length and his thumb rubs over the thick vein. his cock is pulsing, hot and stiff in his hand as his eyes flutter shut and his lashes hit his cheek. a low moan pushes past his parted lips as he fists his length tighter, hand and cock coated in pre as his hips buck slightly into his fist. “shit—i miss you. want to be home, hate not coming back on time,” he murmurs, breath hitching in his throat as his thumb grazes his slit. “f-fuck, want to feel you,” he groans, “want to hear you too. always sound so pretty.” there’s a shaky exhale before he grunts deeply, panting as his cock twitches in his hand and ropes of cum paint his abs white. his head falls against the plush of the pillow underneath him, mouth open as he lets out a choked cry of your name. “sh-shit, miss how pretty you sound, miss how perfect you look under me, miss seeing you cum for me.” his hand works his length through his high, chest heaving as his hips lift off the mattress from the last few spurts of cum. groaning, he catches his breath, and nanami hates that if anything, he’s only more frustrated after all this. “being a sorcerer sucks,” he mutters, “tired of being away from you.”
✰ 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐀 doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, but it’s late and he can’t stop his mind from wandering to nights he’s spent with you in his bed. his hand pumps his swollen length as he lets out soft whines, panting erratically as he stares down at his glistening cock, watching his fist stroke up and down the length and squeeze over the flushed tip. he whimpers into his phone, tears pricking his lash line when he squeezes at the base of his cock and denies himself when he feels his orgasm approach. “fuck, d-don’t wanna cum yet,” he whimpers, “not unless ‘m with you.” his voice cracks as he lets out a wanton moan, head falling back against his pillow while he slowly drags his palm over his swollen length once more. it hurts—the ache between his legs just won’t go away, and nothing seems to come close to replace the feeling of your walls sucking him in. “god i m-miss you—miss you so bad. do you miss me? hope so,” he rambles, gasping when his cock twitches in his hand. he should pull away, he wants to pull away, but he can’t help himself from raising his hips to buck into his fist, eyes squeezed shut tightly as his orgasm crashes over him hard. he moans loudly—wanton and whiny as he spills all over his hand, leaving a mess of cum in his wake while a few tears roll down his flushed cheeks. “fuck, fuck—‘m sorry, didn’t wanna…didn’t wanna cum without you. just missed you so bad,” he babbles, moaning into the speaker. he doesn’t even realize the line’s ended, that his time’s over and the voicemail’s been sent already as he keeps speaking. “can’t wait to see you,” he breathes with a gentle smile, “i love you.”
✰ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 is smug even as he falls apart into the speaker of his phone, a large smirk tugged at the corners of his lips while he slowly drags his palm over his stiff length and takes his sweet time—just like he always does with you. and even when he’s gone, he makes sure to have the upper hand over you. “c’mon, pretty. i know you’re touching yourself too while listening to this,” he says sweetly, “you gotta make sure to go slow just like i taught you, yeah?” he hums, groaning lowly and gritting his teeth as he rolls his palm over his tip. “shit—wanna fuck you so bad. miss your pretty little pussy,” he rasps, and there’s a small part of him that wants to forget going slow, to forget teasing you even if he’s not there with you. “miss seeing those pretty little tears,” he chuckles, voice turning into a breathy moan at the end, “always look your best for me don’t you? always look your best when you’re crying for my cock.” his hand squeezes his aching length tighter, angry and flushed a deep red at the tip as it dribbles with pre cum. his breath hitches in his throat as he stiffens for a moment, head falling back before he spills thick ropes of cum from his tip, coating his robes and making a mess. “f-fuck, feels good,” he pants, hips rutting into his hand and chasing the friction. with a low grunt, he slumps back as he finishes, catching his breath and smirking once more. “i’ll see you soon, yeah? gonna take my time with you when i do.”
✰ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 grunts into the phone against your ear, making you pause as you listen closely. there’s a soft squelching sound, followed by shallow breathing that makes your eyes widen as you realize what he’s doing. a low chuckle rings through your ears, making your legs squeeze together as he groans lowly. “hey baby,” his voice purrs, deep and slightly breathless as he pants heavily into his speaker. you can practically envision it—the way his legs are spread, the way his thighs are twitching, the way his cock is red and stiff as he pumps it with his fist. you wonder if he’s shirtless, if there’s beads of sweat rolling down his muscled chest, is his nipples have hardened and his skin is flushed a soft pink. “god i fuckin’ miss your pussy. not as much as i miss you though,” he chuckles, “before you get mad at me. yer cute when you’re mad, though,” he adds after a moment. you gulp as you hear him moan lowly into the phone, and you just barely catch yourself from answering him, remembering it’s just a voicemail. “fuck—couldn’t wait. been thinkin’ about you. ‘m gonna cum. bet you’d like that, huh? thought you might wanna hear.” there’s a smugness in his voice that normally would make your eyes roll, but then you hear him groan loudly, long and drawn out as he chokes on a string of curses while he cums. you feel a familiar ache build up between your legs when you hear him moan your name, picturing the sight of his scarred lips tugged between his teeth, of his chest rising and falling erratically with every labored breath against your ear. “don’t worry, you’ll get the real thing soon enough,” he chuckles before he hangs up.
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why can toji carry that ugly ass worm around but not someone as beautiful as me :/
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iwaasfairy · 1 year
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HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT
bachira nii who is just the best and sweetest big bro!!! he's always so attentive and so clingy to you! there's not a single moment that you go without having him touch your tits or kiss/lick your neck, he might even just feel up your pussy to make sure you're wet!!
he loves his lil sis so much, he cant help but fuck you as if you're his personal fleshlight. expect him to breed u like a bunny and dont stop until you're overflowing with cum ♡♡♡ oh and dont worry about holding back your moans! he loves to hear them and he loves when you cry out his name! mommy yuu wont mind that her two children r keeping it in the family :)
i heARD AND I RAN okay i spent the wHOLE DAY thinking about this yesterday hhhhgftdsguyfdisgi
tw incest, dubcon, codependency
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He likes the shape of your mouth. He likes it so much. Enjoys kissing it, watching it, puffy lips and raw, likes hearing the little sounds that come from you when he claims that mouth. He even likes the way you say his name, his name that’s been called a thousand different times in a thousand different ways. But you say it differently still, cherish it on the tip of your tongue as he pulls your face closer in the evening glow and stares. “Meguru nii,” you say it all pouty and knowing, chest puffed with it. You say it like you know what comes next— and it only feeds the thirst that trickles down his muscles and aching heart.
When he doesn’t answer it, and he doesn’t, can’t, you grow restless and fidgety, and he gets to hear his name in a wholly different way, one reserved for only you. It pushes your lips to the brim with how cute and pouty they can be, without being kissed to shreds by him. “Ru nii~” you beg.
And he answers it by pushing you down onto his bed and pulling the covers a little further over you, until the world is almost completely shut out from the both of you. He lies down on top of you this way, caging your body under him— how he likes it. How the monster says it’s meant to be. And the heat that plays over your cheeks is nothing but further encouragement, because you look so damn pretty when the lowest light catches the glittering of your teary eyes.
“I’m supposed to be in bed. I’ve got an early cl-mhm!”
He kisses you square on the mouth, or teeth, no matter, because when his hands slide along your sides and start fondling your soft tits, tugging at sweet, puffy nipples— it’s all too easy to get you to play along. “I just wanna play with my little sister a little,” he breathes into your mouth, and you hum. You always hum so softly, like his word is truth, or gospel. “Just a little bit more, m’kay? Then you can go to bed.” The assurance calls for another drag of his name, that filthy mockery of the word ‘niichan’ that you have long mastered. It draws all the blood from his conscious thought to his hard cock as he grinds it against your pussy.
Picking at the bow of your panties, at your tits through your shirt- you curl under him and under his tongue, his hands, his twitching, leaking cock and balls like his own personal little toy. No, play-date. You always used to be his play-date growing up, and though the word has taken on -slightly more insidious- interpretations, it still fits you so well. Peeling your panties halfway down your legs to push the head of his cock into that dripping little slit is all too easy when you’re going “Ru nii, Meguru nii~” over and over so obliviously, unapologetically needy.
“You love your big brother?” He asks, and you nod, and it sends a spike of heat through his heart and makes him bottom out inside his own little sister with a groan. “I definitely love you. The most, love you- t-the most.” The covers won’t drown out the way you’re whining as he uses all his weight to fuck deep into you, your knees pressed to your ears and your tongue wrapped around his fingers. It doesn’t shield the squeaking of the bed and the rhythmic ‘pap, pap, pap’ of his balls hitting your ass each time he bottoms out. It doesn’t even cover the way he breathes your name back like he should, like he knows will get you there again and again.
But it’s not a lie when he leans down for a few seconds to pull your mouth back to his, tangle wet tongues and take what he needs from that pretty mouth of yours, and says, “You’re fine, just cum. Just cum on niichan's cock, you'll feel good. It’s okay. Mom wants her two babies to get along.”
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spiderlandry · 9 months
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Routine — ethan landry
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Description: Ethan feels you slowly drift away as you spend time with another person.
Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader (they/them pronouns)
Warnings: unedited, kinda wordy, fluff, jealousy, some angst but happy ending
Word Count: 1.9k
Author’s note: can u guess who reader’s chem partner is ??
Tradition and routine are important to Ethan Landry. Since you’ve made the decision to have lunch with him every Wednesday at the diner a few blocks from his apartment, he eventually begins to expect you to show up there without a text message. It’s routine, now. It’s a tradition—and he didn’t realize how sacred it was to him until his phone pings with a text from you on a Wednesday:
hey im sorry i cant make it to lunch i got assigned a small project in chem and its partners :/ and we could only find a time for today (ugh) lunch next wednesday?
sorry again. have a good lunch!! dont have too much fun without me tho
He’s not bothered. Why would he be? You sound like you’d rather be with him than working on that project, so he’s flattered in that aspect that you sound somewhat possessive with the, ‘don’t have too much fun’.
It’s not like he’s already at the diner already.
(He was on his way.)
But it’s only a blip in the hundred other moments you spend with him, even if those moments are also spent with other people present.
So he doesn’t take it to heart. Even if his heart slightly aches without you beside him, almost a symptom of withdrawal, which he won’t realize until much, much later.
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Ethan often spends time in the main library on Friday nights. He’s not a stranger to the usual people who also spend their time there, there’s not a lot of people because there are better things for a college student to do on Friday nights. Ethan is different. Although, he only started going on Friday nights because midterms are soon and he can’t afford to fail or retake anything.
However, a familiar figure comes into the library next to a tall stranger. You, with some guy, trying to playfully shush him as you enter the quiet space earning some dirty looks from students around.
You lightly slap the stranger’s arm with a grin, and you don’t see Ethan—he’s sitting in a corner and you’re turned away from him.
There’s no denying that the stranger is handsome. Tall, brown hair, somewhat dorky mannerisms but in a charming way. Ethan could be in love with this guy if he himself isn’t so in love with you.
Ethan opts to look down at his work instead, eyes almost unfocused as the thought of losing his chance being brought to the forefront of his mind.
What he doesn’t see a few seconds later, between the shelves, slightly closer to Ethan, you finally spot him. He doesn’t see the way your smile droops slightly, and how the man next to you asks who you’re staring at.
“Oh,” you whisper to your chemistry partner, Peter, “That’s Ethan. The guy I told you about.”
“You’d look good together.” He teases.
You almost kick him jokingly, but he dodges. “Just because I told you my crush doesn’t mean you get to tease me. Plus, if you do, I’ll tell Gwen about yours.”
But of course, this conversation happens outside of Ethan’s earshot. You’re not looking at him anymore, and as he glances up one more time, he only sees the smile directed at that stranger that used to be reserved for him on Wednesday afternoons.
Yeah, I’ve lost my chance, Ethan thinks.
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Ethan has decided to spend more time with his friends. It has nothing to do with you, not at all. (It’s not denial.) He lounges in the Carpenter apartment on Saturday night with Chad and Tara. Mindy was also supposed to be there, but texted last minute she can’t make it.
They assure him he’s not third-wheeling, but he definitely is.
But he stops himself before he suggests he can leave. He gives it a chance, because otherwise he would be alone in the dorm—and on a normal occasion he’d leave and call you instead, but he has a feeling your voice will only draw him back to the reliance of your presence. You haven’t talked since Wednesday, since that text message that Ethan believes is the beginning of the end.
Chad notices Ethan’s faraway look, they’re both sitting on the couch while Tara gets a drink from the kitchen.
“You okay, man?” His roommate snaps him out of the daze. “You seem sad.”
“I’m not.” Ethan has answered that too quickly to either of their liking, but it goes unmentioned.
“You can talk to me. If you want.”
Chad’s become more emotionally available since the first time they moved in together, Ethan appreciates that his friend makes an effort even if it seems to take some work. So Ethan humours him.
“Y/N. They’re spending time with this guy and I just—I don’t know.”
Tara comes back with a few sodas, handing one to him and to her boyfriend.
“Y/N?” She echoes, sipping from her drink. “You mean they’re spending time with Peter?”
Ethan realizes maybe he shouldn’t have said anything because Tara’s close to you and if he says something she might say something—
“I won’t tell them.” She says, sensing Ethan’s panic. “They’re just friends, if you’re wondering.”
Chad is grateful for his girlfriend stepping in. She certainly knows more, at least in that respect.
“Aren’t they chem partners, or something?” Chad asks her, wanting to alleviate the tension he can sense on his best friend. He remembers Tara offhandedly mentioning it one time.
(Let’s be honest, anything Tara knows, Chad knows too.)
“Well,” Tara prevents herself from a grimace. “They were partners. Y/N told me they finished the project. So now they’re just friends.”
It has the opposite effect that Chad had wanted.
It only lets Ethan know that it won’t be long until you introduce this Peter to the group as your boyfriend, probably.
“Can we change the subject?” Ethan requests.
He’s thankful as they adamantly jump into another topic about something funny that happened recently, an inkling deep in his soul that they did it on purpose to make him laugh—a hint of relief as he thinks, friendship isn’t that bad. (It’s good.) You and him could still be friends, he thinks. And that’s what he wants, for you to be in his life in any capacity, long as you’d let him.
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Sunday nights are movie nights in the Carpenter household. And that tradition is extended to the entire group, including you. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous—his palms are sweating, his legs are bouncing, and his mind is anywhere else besides the present.
You arrive late, and the movie hasn’t started because they’re waiting for you.
Ethan thinks Chad or somebody must have done it on purpose, because the only empty seat on the couch is the one right next to him.
Obviously, you take it. The proximity is almost too much for Ethan, but he’d be a damn liar if he said it didn’t help his anxiety just a little bit. You take away his nerves after they appear in the absence of you. You’re his medicine.
The movie starts and you still don’t say anything to each other. He ignores the looks from Chad and Tara, and you seem to be oblivious to it as you keep your eyes on the television.
By the second movie, you’ve both gotten more comfortable, leaning into each other— and to Ethan’s surprise, you put your head on his shoulder. He looks around and no one notices. Not because they don’t care, but because they’re all asleep.
You fit so perfectly almost as if you’d been like this before, in a different lifetime of another universe.
Unbeknownst to Ethan, you had your own intent coming into this movie night, late on purpose and nerves taking away your courage in the absence of Ethan.
SUNDAY MORNING
Sometimes, you’d invite someone to get coffee with you when mornings were pleasant enough to be with other people.
Today, Tara said she was available to get coffee after you’d sent a text to the group chat asking if anyone wanted to come—so you got coffee with her.
It wasn’t your intention, but still, you end up at her apartment half an hour later, chatting about what’s happened in the week.
Somehow the topic of dating has come up, and Tara rambles about Chad’s funny ideas about dates that you laugh at.
Much to your dismay, the question tumbles out of your mouth before you can stop it. “How do I know if I’m in love with someone?”
She can’t read your face, it’s blank. But she can read your tone: the layer of uneasiness and worry that you’re trying to hard to bury and keep hidden. She tries her best not to show any emotion, either. Because there could only be two possible answer to the question Tara is about to ask.
“Who are you in love with?”
“Who said I was?” Quick answer, deflect the question.
“You’re thinking it, though.”
“So what if I am?”
And she just decides to lay it on the table. “Is it Peter?”
Your instinct is to laugh, because from your perspective, not a universe exists where you and Peter have any romantic connection. And you say, “Why would it be Peter?”
Tara realizes you’re serious pretty quickly. “Everybody thinks that.”
Your face drops, brows furrow. “Seriously?” Tara nods.
“Does Ethan think that?”
Tara smiles.
She has her answer.
PRESENT
The feeling of being close to him is intoxicating. You snake your hand toward his, playing with it until you loosely begin to hold his hand.
Your hand in mine feels right, he thinks. For a split second, his breath is stolen, but the tiny space between your palms get warm—he can breathe—and the warmness travels throughout Ethan’s body and suddenly he wants to verbalize every unspoken word from each interaction with you, but all words come back to I love you I love you I love you.
But there is one thing.
“What about...” He whispers, gulps. “Peter?”
And that’s when you finally look up at him and he turns his head to face yours—a mistake—you are much too close for his heart not to burst. He can feel your breath and he’s sure you can feel his, and there’s nothing else he can think of as he waits with bated breath for your response.
“Why would I wanna be with him when I want to be with you?”
You say it so casually, so surely, as if you’re certain nothing can take away that statement—that truth—from your grasp. The tone catches him so off guard that his words are lost for a moment.
Your eyes aren’t expectant in that moment, though waiting. You’re patient, as if you know what he’s going to say.
“Will—” he tries to be quiet, “will you go on a date with me?” Your smile gets impossibly wider and it mirrors his.
“Always.”
Tara, laying next to Chad nearby—pretending to be asleep—suppresses a grin of her own.
Additional A/N: personally i think their first date is at the diner !! and the diner staff see the progression of their relationship every wednesday lol and yes the chem partner is peter parker (specifically had andrew’s peter in mind, i think that’s clear with the ‘tall’ if not the gwen part LMAO)
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sister-lucifer · 11 months
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Hiya, hope you're having a pog day <3
I wanted to make a request if possible (also if you're comfortable with it, if not, feel free to ignore this ask!! no worries)
nsfw headcanons for Hoodie and Masky with a trans masc s/o (with top surgery scars)
Masky + Hoodie w/ a trans masc partner who has top surgery scars 
Masky + Hoodie x Reader (separately) 
Genre: Fluff + NSFW, headcanons 
Content/warnings: There’s a lot of talk of reader’s body but it’s all positive, Tim is insecure about his scars, chest + tummy kisses, tooth rotting fluff AND some soft romantic NSFW 😌 
Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!
Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 
Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)
Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!
A/N: Sorry if you wanted like…hardcore nasty NSFW, this is really sweet 😔 
Tim Wright/Masky 
Although I don’t personally headcanon Tim as trans (though i definitely enjoy trans tim content 👌😋), he certainly has his fair share of scars 
They’re mostly on his arms and hands
Some are from fights, others are from miscellaneous accidents, some have been there as long as he can remember and he’s not even sure where they came from
But theres one thing he knows for sure:
He HATES when people point them out 
He can’t really explain it, he just hates having attention drawn to them 
You may not feel the same way, but even if you say you don’t mind he’ll be careful not to point them out 
That’s not to say you won’t catch him staring when he thinks you’re not looking, though 
The scars just look so…natural, on you 
Like they’ve always been there 
He forgets that they’re scars, really 
He’s not sure why he feels so different about scars on you than he does on him 
The longer he’s with you the less he notices your scars anymore 
And the less he notices his own too 
Over time he becomes less insecure about them as he watches you not only live with but accept and maybe even embrace your scars 
And there’s something he loves about being able to run his hand down your bare chest, the marks on his hand matching with your scars 
Especially when he finds you in bed with him, climbing on top of him and straddling his lap 
He cant stop himself from reaching out and pulling your shirt off, his large hands splaying out over your torso as he admires you, feeling your heartbeat thump behind your ribs 
If your position allows him to see your chest, don’t be surprised if he can’t pull his eyes away 
He’s not very talkative during sex, but he’s always sure to remind you how handsome you are 
He knows sex can sometimes trigger dysphoria, and he doesn’t want you to forget that you’re his sweet boy, forever and always
You can thank him for the praise by taking one of his scarred hands and pressing a soft kiss to it, a silent reassurance that his feelings about you are not unrequited 
Brian Thomas/Hoodie 
Brian, on the other hand, is very vocal about how attractive he finds your scars 
Although he’s got a few of his own, they’re generally not very noticeable 
And even if someone did point them out, he’d simply laugh them off 
So he feels comfortable telling you how much he loves your scars 
They’re a reminder of how strong you are, he says 
It’s not easy embracing your true trans self in this world, and you should wear your scars with pride 
He’s got an artistic streak, so don’t be surprised if he asks to draw on them 
He may even suggest getting a cool tattoo to emphasize them! 
Like barbed wire or a flower chain or something 
But if you don’t want that, he’s perfectly content simply being allowed to run his fingers over your scars 
He’ll often absentmindedly begin tracing them whenever you’re laying together, sometimes not even realizing he’s doing it 
He loves to kiss your chest too 
He’s a romantic type, what can I say 🤷 
He just loves to give your scars all the gentle attention they deserve, he can’t help it 
Don’t be surprised if his hands find your scars as if they have a mind of their own, always wandering to your chest whenever you’re standing at the counter or sitting on the couch with him 
And don’t be surprised if those wandering hands lead to more than just gentle touches 
If you allow him his way during sex, he’ll always insist on having you on your back 
He’ll pay extra attention to your chest, and i don’t just mean your scars (although they certainly aren’t ignored) 
He’s much more vocal than Tim, a constant stream of praises and reassurances spilling from his mouth and he drones on and on about how handsome you are and how lucky he is to have such a beautiful boy like you to take care of 
You’re an absolute beauty to him, and he’s going to make sure he tells you every chance he gets  
Brian Thomas: The Dysphoria Miracle Cure 
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hollandsangel · 19 days
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HI MADDIE HI HI MY LOVE<3 ok firstly blog theme EATS? hello i need your level of talent and skill.
ok hear me out a lil, but steve harrington x reader, hurt/comfort after the part in season 1 (season 2? i cant remember 😭), but with the demodogs. just reader being all soft and comforting with steve who reciprocates and they just sorta tend to each other would be so cute (maybe hes just a lil aggravated about the entire situation and reader is his anchor almost)
mwah loveu love u <333 (soryr this is sorta bad but !!! been thinking abt it a lil latellyyy)
hey hot stuff!! pinterest actually gets all the credit for my theme. i love her. i also had no idea what scene you were talking about LOL so i kinda made one up!! timeframe is NOT canon at all but its angsty and filled with comfort i swear, enjoyyyyyy my sweet amber. not proof read bc we die like men
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steve won’t stop fidgeting in the drivers seat, fiddling with the signal indicator and volume controls. you feel just about the same, and you’re sure the kids do too, the back seat dead silent, their shoulders touching and all of them refusing to move away from the other. 
“you’re shaking,” you whisper, afraid to use too much volume in your voice, like the glass ceiling of the silence will shatter and cut you if you do. you reach out to smooth your hand down steve’s shoulder, a comforting motion you’ve performed countless times before. he flinches at the movement and you hand stops dead in the air.
“m sorry,” he mumbles, voice rough and throat scratchy. 
you watch him draw in a deep breath, deeper than you think he’s breathed in three days.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart, i’m sorry,” he says it again, glancing over at you but only for a second, like it hurts to see you.
“it’s okay,” you’re still speaking hushed tones, turning back to find max and lucas sleeping against one another, dustin staring out the window mindlessly. 
“we’re almost at nancy’s,” steve swallows, “eddie’s gonna meet us there.” his grip on the steering wheel is too tight and his jaw is clenched. he forces himself to swallow.
“steve…” he lets you touch him this time and you feel a tiny sense of triumph when he relaxes slightly, melts into the feel of your fingertips on the back of his neck. he’s so cold. goosebumps raise on his skin.
“i can’t stop seeing it,” is his response, “the corpse is still in the fucking freezer,” he nearly gasps when he says it, like the mental image itself takes his breath away.
“i know baby, me either,” steve finally looks at you and you regret letting the tears well up in your eyes because his face falls when he notices.
“hey–” he starts but you shake your head and press your fingertips from your other hand into your eyes.
“i’m okay, i promise,”
“but i–” you know what he’s gonna say, something self deprecating about how he wasn’t fast enough, or strong enough, or did a bad job keeping you safe.
“you protected them,” you remind him, breathing a little easier when his eyes flick up to the rearview mirror to look at the kids. safe and sound in the back of the beamer, the heat cranked a little too high but it’s so much nicer than the bone chilling temperatures of the upside down. “and you protected me,” you reach up to push his hair away from his eyes, staying mindful of the cut by his eyebrow.
“we’re okay?” he doesn’t mean for it to be a question but it is. he means to confirm for himself, but really he needs you to do it for him.
“we’re okay,” you nod, and then you say it again.
“we’re okay.”
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badchoicesworld · 7 months
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Hi i was wondering if you could do a male s/o that gets super insecure and uncomfortable when people look at his top surgery scars and he hates it when people miss gender him and Miles Morales Miles 42 Hobie Pavitr Prabhakar and Spider-Noir are there to defend or shut the people that miss gender him or glare at them to the point where the other person gets uncomfortable and stop looking at the male reader I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense i just type really fast and don't re-read it at some points
Anyways I absolutely love your writing work I really enjoy it and everything, have a lovely day or night ❤️💕
hobie, 1610!miles, 42!miles, pavitr and noir defending their transmasc partners
ok this took me a while i admit but i hope you enjoy !
established, separate relationships
warnings: i’m sleepy
pairing: hobie brown x transmasc!reader, earth-1610 miles morales x transmasc!reader, earth-42 miles morales x trans!mascreader, pavitr prabhakar x transmasc!reader, spider-noir x transmasc!reader
requests: check out the blog-guide for info !
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he’s rapidly approaching
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punk personified
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you two were getting ready for a sick concert you’ve been looking forward to for a small while now, moral is high and all’s good
ofc it’s punk, and hobie will be damned if you don’t dress the part with him
he started diying you guys outfits for this specific concert a few weeks beforehand, and he’s super proud of them ! very happy to show you and he hopes you like them
you like them . because i said so
however, it did include a shirt that looks like it had been torn up in every way possible
depending on what ur comfortable with, it can either be a crop top that rides up just a little too much when you jump about and stretch OR it’s one of those tank tops where the sides of your torso simply aren’t covered, very low cut sides
so yeah, your top surgery scars are in the breeze
intentional ? who knows, this is hobie we’re talking about
maybe hobie’s tryna get you to step out of your comfort zone and feel more comfortable in ur skin in an environment where he knows you won’t be judged
perhaps he simply did not take this into consideration because he doesn’t even think twice about ur scars
regardless, they’re out, you both look sick, im forever furious that we were deprived of tank top hobie in low riders PLEASE (he exists in my dreams)
the concert isn’t the problem- don’t call urself punk if ur a bigot we all know this
it’s the walk there that really sucked
you and hobie got some intense stares from people as you walked hand in hand to this thing
naturally, hobie ate that shit up, kept his head high the whole time and doesn’t bat an eye at this people
you’re not as confident, unfortunately . catching people looking at your scars makes you feel all sorts of insecure, which is valid man
hobie also gets this, and god knows he looks for every excuse to antagonise those closed minded people so he’s very content to start a fight
cant care less when it comes to people judging him, he knows who he is and he’s proud asf, not gonna waste his breath on that
but when hobie sees his boyfriend curling in on himself because of strangers in the street that aren’t shit, that’s when he can be bothered to pay some mind to them
it’s subtle, for your sake . doesn’t wanna draw any more attention and risk getting caught up in this when you’ve both been looking forward to this concert for so long
so instead of outright starting a fight, he uses that scary privilege he knows he has and just stared them down in such a disrespectful way
the way that you’re both dressed too, i’m sure that it works
doesn’t relent either, will stare until the other people stop staring
ideally ? he wants to make them walk away and stop bothering you, but he’s alright with exchanging a scowl for the person to look away instead, preferably in shame
when they’re taken care of, that’s that . he wants you two to forget about that and have fun at this gig, sound good ? he wants to see you genuinely enjoying yourself in your own skin, surrounded by the people that make him feel more like himself too
besides, scars are nothing to be ashamed of or to hide
the walk home is a lot more peaceful
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i’m sorry u were ever hurt
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you two are off to the water park (using the american word, sorry fellow brits :() together, enjoy ur youth
imagine how cool you two are rolling up in ur swimming trunks
i wholeheartedly believe that miles is an absolute sap and would wanna match- i die on the hill that he’s a born to “hi ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ” forced to “wsg”
anyway, go have fun at the baths
that’s what miles expects anyway, fun with no strings attached, as most would
but that’s not how the world works, unfortunately
some people live to be hateful and have sad, empty, boring, gloomy, pathetic, waste of space lives, and you have to go through the misfortune of enduring some really vicious stares . all because you’re a guy with a few scars on his chest
people talk, you might overhear some stuff about ur character that makes you really insecure and upset
takes miles a little minute to clock the way you’re trying to fold your arms to hide your scars, but he catches on pretty quickly that it’s because of the people around you
is immediately by your side and looking concerned as hell
initially assumed that you might be in some pain, maybe the chlorine is fucking w ur scar tissue
sympathetic and checking in on you in the gentlest way when he notices that sadness
“w-hey, what’s happenin? you good?” standing really close and tilting his head to make eye contact with you if you’re looking down or away, hands are grazing your elbows to hold you
miles cares, a lot
speak ur mind man, tell him what’s going on
looks over your shoulder and at the people making you feel uncomfortable with that determined look
ushers you away, doesn’t want you around those kind people . bad vibes, he doesn’t fuck w it
probably goes snitch to staff lmao
and that’s how much he cares, he’d get stitches for u (ノд`)
but miles isn’t about to let the day be ruined by transphobes- god forbid
so he’s gonna try hard to make you forget about that interaction, it’s like a switch when he suddenly becomes all energetic again and is basically dragging you back towards the water
wants to hear you start laughing real fast
if miles venom striked the pool would everyone fucking die ?
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GYM BABY
PE class gotta suck with all those bitchy teens being closed minded for no good reason and thinking it’s funny to openly judge and mock the things they don’t understand
miles is very mature and knows that bullying just isn’t cool, downright stupid and bullies should honestly be embarrassed to show their face
but because the changing rooms are so small, he can’t even attempt to ignore the comments he’s hearing, all directed at his boyfriend who’s just trying to change for class
you’re minding your own business, why can’t they mind theirs ?
is another person that doesn’t wanna give you a worse time by antagonising those freaks and picking a fight, will instead just stare over his shoulder
works, miles 42 has a mean side eye, straight up vicious
he knows that won’t resolve the issue, people are so resilient w their hate and
gets insanely irritated if someone suggests you changing somewhere else . honestly would just prefer for there to be some tension in the locker room instead of isolating you away while you changed, couldn’t stand that idea because it’s flat out not fair . on top of a number of other things
can ignore the tension, doesn’t know about you
talks to you about not backing down, you have every right ro be in there and you shouldn’t feel in any way negatively about it
don’t give those closed minded people the satisfaction of making you feel bad about yourself and accommodating to them
makes an excellent point one day
“why are you watchin’ my boyfriend change..?” says it so slowly and it got real awkward after that
won’t tell a teacher unless you want to, then he’ll be moral support and be waiting for you outside the office
anyway, man’s got a killer deadeye to keep people in line and tries to not antagonise people too much
just get changed, that’s what you’re there to do people
stop being weird abt it
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please don’t die
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i’m a huge fan of those people that see a trans flag and immediately try to pull a “you’ll never be a real woman >:C” to a trans man
like yeah, thanks man, really appreciate it
it’s happened to you once or twice in the street, you or pav have some kind of pin or smthn and you’re literally just approached by strangers who have nothing better to do with their day
the most meaningful thing abt it is talking to you two honestly, ur just that cool
i can see him reading people just to point out their insecurities because violence isn’t the answer
it’s a last resort, but imagine you two simply minding your own business and this blank slate of a person decides to make a comment on your masculinity
“it’s okay sweetie, they’re just trying to overcompensate for their lack of a personality ! (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)” huh 👁️👁️
pays literally no mind to them, pretends nothing happens and keeps walking with you
it’s like an invisible force field, bounces right off of him and somehow hurts the other person more
walking embodiment of that “i am rubber you are glue, what bounces off of me stick to you” and he probably recites that, too
but yeah, so insanely unbothered that i would maybe check up on him from time to time ? how is he always so chipper ? is bro good ?
but it’s infectious, so you can’t let it get to you either, it’s hard to feel sad around pav
he will somehow coincidentally always find something to immediately take ur mind off if it
after a shitty interaction with someone talking about pronouns and how theirs are an inanimate object, he miraculously spots a food stand you guys haven’t tried yet
does that Σ(゚ロ゚) face of his while gasping and drags you over, no questions asked
interrupts the person with the longest gasp, one would assume he hadn’t had a breath of fresh air ever
“look look! we have to try it!” pointing like that fuckin Soyjaks meme and ur gone, bigot is left in the dust
i’ve heard food is great therapy, and he believes so too
so scran down on some good street food while pavitr looks like a beam of sunshine despite just ruining a persons self esteem for the rest of their lie
it’s deserved though, so you can both sleep well
yknow what else slaps ? some chai, go home and have some w his aunty who thinks you’ve a very handsome young man
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why the fuck is he so broad hang on
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she/her a he/him and get shot, idk mans got a whole firearm for a reason
it’s takes him a little while to understand trans slander, but eventually it becomes like a fine art to him because i think he has a tendency to hyperfixate on things until he understands them in violent detail (autistic. he’s violently autistic coded. cant read a room, hyperfixated on his favourite colour, struggles to express himself through his tone.. yknow)
so if one day someone happens to catch sight of your scars and starts to talk shit in whatever 30’s slang from his dimension and modern slang from your own, he is so ready to give this speech on discrimination
theres a power point slide too but he doesn’t know how that works
gives up not even half way because he got frustrated and started cursing them out instead
“look, you seem like lovely people- no, no you don’t”
he has anger issues
there’s a lot of “and my boyfriend!” followed by a compliment, he managed to throw a few in there for good measure
says something about the colour purple at one point, i don’t know how that happened
please steer him away before someone gets shot over colour theory (surprised it hasn’t happened yet, ammarite fellow artists ? 😀 )
apologises for getting carried away, has to stop himself from talking about colours again he’s just such a peter and so unserious
“i’m sorry i- that must have been hard for you” clearly it was harder for u dear god
is likely the most insistent on doing anything and everything to make you feel better, is open to suggestions and is basically begging for them
while everyone else is low-key for ur own sake, this man’s about to buy you the world with his 4 dollars which is pretty impressive in his dimension
insists on doing your favourite things, is suggesting this and that, left right and centre
is convinced it’s the end of the world, this is reinforced since you seemed so upset and uncomfortable being misgendered by some people on the street
if you’re plenty happy to settle doing something, he’s thrilled and is giving it his 110% just for you
go watch a movie, careful not to point out the colours of noir will then realise that movies are no longer in black and white and starts asking you if everything is purple
“what a lovely purple :]” pan to like a whole pyramid
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anyway, can you tell that hobie is easiest for me to write for and that i was running out of ideas ?
let me know how you feel about it !
if this flops i’m gonna have to go on a long stroll
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“Sit for me, pretty.”
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A/n: requests open🙏 happy Easter to those celebrating^^ anyways this is just a bunch of deabbles into one. REBLOGS GREATLY APPRECIATED
PAIRINGS: Jake sully, miles quartich, tonowari x fem!reader
WARNINGS: Face Sitting Headcanons, smut. Mentions of heat. Singular mention of squirting and punishment. Mentions of overstimulation, mentions of face grinding. Overall just smut.
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Jake Sully
Hes so pussy Drunk, cant convince me otherwise. He uses any excuse to just have your thighs straddle him while he burried himself into your cunt. 🙏
“C’mon baby, just relax.”
Hes gonna be overstimulating you FOREVER! This mama got no chill
He’ll be lapping up your juices, pulling you up just to praise you. He’s so drunk on you that he’s eating you out for what seems like forever
“So good f’r me, one more time for me.”
He doesn’t mean one more time. He means until you squirt that’s when he’s done.
Jakes holding your thighs down, keeping you locked onto his face. If there’s one way this marine wants to die, it’s probably being squished by your thighs(so relatable Jake).
Omg if he’s in heat YOURE FUCKED! He’s gonna be tryna get a taste of you any chance he gets.
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Miles Quartich
Oh hunny you know this man is ROUGH.
He’s going at your cloy, overstimulating you until you basically pass out. He’s got no remorse for his attacks on your sore pussy
He’ll probably use it as a punishment too, but just cause he wants to see you quiver from his touch
“Cant behave can ya? Not stopping till’ you apologize.”
He’s gonna have you saying sorry alright. Miles doesn’t care how many orgasms you blow through, he won’t stop till he gets what he wants
And that’s why it’s so enjoyable, he’s making see stars, maybe the whole universe if your imaginative
Eventually he loses himself in your taste, lapping up loud folds and exploding inside. Prodding at your entrance before flicking your clit. He’s just so hungry for you
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Tonowari
On the other end of miles, he’s gentle and soft. He takes his time with you. He’s be more focused on your pleasure and how you feel rather then himself.
“Come, little one. It’s alright.”
He’s comforting you while he eats you out, caressing your thighs, holding them softly against the side of his face.
Face-sitting is foreplay for him sometimes, he’ll do it to prepare you for the main course.
Let’s say your in heat though, tonowari will let you facesit whenever you need. He just wants to put the pain of your heat away by pleasuring you
Tonowari draws as many orgasms as he can from you, driving off of the way you beg for him.
If you grind on his face it’s all over for you, he’ll be going at you and lapping your sweet jives while you grind.
You bet he’s praising you any chance he gets, saying just how good you are and how sweet you taste.
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envy-of-the-apple · 2 years
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Yandere!Mahito x reader
sorry for the long wait! I cant write smut and i kept rewriting parts cuz id be like ‘wait he’s being too nice, fuck i forgot he’s a terrible person’ and just delete like five paragraphs. 
I’m def missing a few warnings. let me know what i gotta add
(Warning: General existence of Mahito, tw rape/noncon, unsafe sex, dark content, overstimulation, a tad too much licking ) 
word count 2.9k~
Part one is here
Look Pt2 
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You often wondered what was better: to live in ignorant bliss or know the cruel truth? 
You asked your friend this question once. She told you that she’d prefer to live with the truth, that living a lie would be absolutely mind-crushing. 
You instantly knew she couldn’t see them either. 
A snap of fingers brings you back. Mahito’s grinning, tilting his head as he observes you. He looks amused. 
“Pretending not to see me won’t work again. Nice try though, it’s kind of adorable how stupid you are,” He leans forward, roughly pinching your cheek. 
It hurts. You try not to wince. 
“I-I wasn’t,” You weakly argue, “I swear.” 
You weren’t lying. There was really no use in pretending anymore. There was no use in fighting back either. He’d won. 
No, it was more like you had lost from the start. 
Mahito hummed. His fingers started playing with the end of your shirt. 
Oh, right. 
You weren’t surprised. Mahito had heavily hinted how deep his obsession with you went. The looks, the sensual touches. You expected something like this. 
Expectation didn’t make it any less nerve-wrecking. 
Your hesitance seemed to excite Mahito further. You’d barely touched your shirt before hands were gripping the hem to pull. Rebellion was instinctive. You jerked your shirt back, then you felt something sharp.
A claw, much bigger than Mahito’s other four fingers, was nestled beside your stomach. You could barely understand how he could change his body like that, how that could even be possible, when he pushed. He gently tapped on skin, not enough to draw blood, just a silent warning. Behave. 
You immediately stilled. 
“Good.” Mahito tugs your shirt off. “Much better.”
It isn’t cold, but you still shiver. The stinging in your eyes was back. You hunch over, covering your chest with your hands. 
You’re not looking at Mahito anymore-you can’t- preferring to keep your eyes shut. He doesn’t seem to mind, at least he doesn’t seem to voice any complaints. Instead, he leans closer and you could feel something wet caress your bare shoulder. 
A hot wet tongue tails over your clavicle, leaving a line of drool on your skin. You feel disgusted, dull sparks explode from where he touched you. He gripped your waist as his mouth found your neck and he bites. 
You manage to suppress your shriek. It hurts. It was like Mahito was planning on actually eating you. He wanted to rip you apart, you were sure of it, leaving only bones behind. 
He pulls away and, through slitted eyes, you can see his mouth is stained with blood-your blood. He’s panting, barely restrained fingers are running over your chest. They’re trailing down the strap of your bra. His hands are feverish, greedy. He looked like he needed more. 
And you couldn’t stop him. 
Mahito isn’t asking you anymore, more interested in just ripping your clothes off himself. He doesn’t bother trying to figure out the bra clasps, not when he can just slice the front, barely missing your flesh. You don’t have time to react before he’s meeting sensitive skin. 
His hands are cold, it’s all what you can think as they travel to your tits, traversing your burning flesh. His fingers are too firm, pressing into your skin, hands of the inexperienced, but it’s sending shivers of something up your shoulders. And then you’re barely thinking because his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck again and bites again.
You aren’t ready for it, not with his touches being an already huge distraction. You aren’t ready and something small and needy pushes through your throat. A sigh. 
You stiffen and Mahito’s pausing. His hands retract a bit, as if suddenly unsure and he’s pulling away, looking up. He tilts his head and you feel heat flood your cheeks. The taste of shame is fresh on your tongue.
He grins. 
“Hey,” He whispers breathily, “Think you can do that again?” 
It’s anger, you know it’s anger, and you’re about to scream before Mahito’s ducking back down, fingers clamping over your tits to squeeze. 
He’s touching you everywhere, not giving a moment of reprieve. To him, you respond beautifully, reluctantly arching your back, giving him gasps and moans that seem to grow louder the more insistent he gets. He’s rough and you’re sure there’ll be marks tomorrow, constant reminders of what you’ve done today. 
It’s so much and you’re barely noticing his hands trail down, past your stomach leaving cold trails in his wake. You don’t notice until you feel a tugging on your skirt and your eyes fly open as you realize far too late. 
“Wait,” You start, trying to shift away. He doesn’t let you, “Wait, just wait please-” 
You’re forgetting his threats, squirming and the beginnings of a rebel taking shape. Mahito’s quick to suppress, fluidly reaching over to pin you against the soft cushions. One hand on your hip, the other around your neck. He’s not squeezing. There’s just the tiniest hint of pressure, waiting. 
His eyes are wide, giddy, as he scans your face, the redness in your eyes, your tear streaked face. You try to sink into the pillows as he leans closer, his tongue darting out to lick your cheek. Your tears, you faintly realize. You wondered if he could taste what he did to you, if he could distinguish the feelings of anguish, dread, fear, all nestled in salty water. 
“Please.” You say again. A whisper. A beg. 
His smile widens, but he doesn’t answer. He loves this. You know he does. After weeks of being unresponsive, Mahito can finally see you look at him, tremble, fear him, hate him. 
He wants you to hate him even more. 
You know you’re giving him exactly what he wants, but as he slides down your skirt, the fear in your heart palpitates again and you can’t help it. You can feel your heartbeat quicken on Mahito’s thumb. He’s feeling it too.  
The skirt pools on the floor, the only thing you’re in is the ripped up bra and your panties. He shifts again, the hand leaves your neck as he sinks to the floor, right between your thighs. He leans his head against your thighs and you can feel his gray hair swish against your legs. It’s oddly soft. Almost human-like. 
Everything about him is almost human-like.
“You’re oddly protective of this area,” He hums, eyes flicking up to engulf your looks of panic. 
You don’t respond, but he isn’t really looking for an answer. Mahito instead focused on your rising heat, fingers just barely caressing the soft skin of your thigh. His hands suddenly clamp down in a squeeze. You jerk. He laughs. It’s cruel. 
You think you could handle it when Mahito’s finger starts moving closer, just barely skimming your panties. You expected it. Predicated it. There was no way to get out of this. There’s still this feeling of dread that comes when he places a forefinger on your clothed slit, just barely moving up and down. There’s something else too. Something that you’re trying to push away. It’s strong, an urge, and you’re praying you’re stronger. 
But his actions are growing bolder and the shame gives away to a dull spark of pleasure. You flinch. Mahito notices. It’s all the motivation he needs because he’s humming, head moving closer to latch onto your clothed pussy. You squeak, hips jerking as you try to shift away from the sudden heat. His hands keep you in place, as well as a sharp glance up. 
His mouth is dripping with hot saliva. It completely soaks your panties as his tongue lurks out to press against the cloth. The heat and pressure engulfs your pussy and a gasp threatens to break from your mouth. You’re sucking in cold air, hoping it's enough to cool your body. 
It isn’t. 
He’s not quiet either. Mahito lets out a loud moan, pressing further into your clit. It sounds so dirty, and something warm swirls in your stomach again. 
He leans back, and you think he’s finally done with tormenting you but the demon is just pulling out your panties. He lets the cloth fall to your ankles. 
Mahito grins, clearly enjoying what he’s seeing. The satisfied look on his face makes something in you jolt. 
“Is this what you were hiding?” Mahito reaches to push into your folds, “You’re dripping.” 
Humiliation is suffocating. For once, you are glad these horrid sights are for you only. 
He’s ducking down, this time paying close attention to your clit. It’s so much worse now. Your hands are reaching down, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to tug. He doesn’t even seem to care, humming in delight. 
He didn't know what he was doing. His moments are too fast, then too slow, there’s no rhythm for you to hold on to. It’s mindless. Inexperience. 
But it doesn’t matter because it’s working. It’s working and you’re sinking into the cushions, gasping as his tongue swirls circles around your clit. He’s slow, taking his time, building something up from scraps of you. Your hands no longer try to push him away but just hold on as your hips start to move on their own, reacting to his messy rhythm. 
Unconsciously, you pull him closer.
He’s voicing his appreciation, actual words muffled by skin. You can feel his tongue raking up and down your slit, crudely taking it all in. His teeth carelessly bump against your clit. You hiss at that. He doesn’t bother apologizing. 
Despite his attention diverting, he doesn’t let himself get too distracted. When your hand comes up to muffle your pathetic sounds, thick fingers wrap themselves around your wrists, yanking the appendage down to your hip. His groan of disapproval reverberates through you, and you suppress as shudder.  
You barely get a hint, there’s just the slightest tease of a breath, the smallest lick, before his mouth is enveloping your clit to suck and you’re gone. 
There’s an implosion, a sagging wave of pleasure and relief. You throw your head back, not even bothering to clamp down the scream as something good washes over your body. You are barely remembering to breathe. It’s too much and you feel yourself falling back to earth but you can’t you just can’t because Mahito’s picking up the pace, going faster and faster and- 
Oh. 
“You’re not stopping,” You gasp, “Why-why aren’t you stopping-?” The question is cut off by a dull moan, pulled out of you by Mahito’s feverish tongue. 
He doesn’t answer, more intent on pressing harsher, pushing deeper, and you’re dizzyingly wondering if he’s trying to kill you, if this is how you’re going to go, trapped by unyielding pleasure. Too strong. Too much. 
You’re forgetting the position you're in, your reluctant willingness, and you move to pull away, just for some relief. A harsh bite on your thigh makes you yelp. 
Mahito’s still smiling. But there’s a warning in his eyes. A dull sort of annoyance. 
“I’m not done yet,” He frowns, “So stay still.” 
Warmth meets your oversensitive pussy again and it’s finally finally clicking in your messy mind. He’s experimenting. Exploring. He wants to know every inch of you. Every single step to make you crack. Every human weakness. 
One down, a thousand more to go. 
It’s after your second orgasm when he finally pulls away. The lower half of his face is covered in remnants of you. He’s greedily licking it up, not letting a single drop go to waste. You don’t have the mental capacity to be disgusted, breathlessly watching as he lifts himself off his knees, eagerly crawling over your exhausted body. 
He’s not done with you, he’s not kind enough for that. Hands cage you on the couch, not leaving much room to escape. Lowering himself on top of you, Mahito’s quick to resume his earlier ministrations, glazing his tongue across your bare shoulder. Your skin is hot under his mouth. You jerk, arching your back, hoping to get away from his touch. All it does is give better access to your neck, which Mahito quickly indulges himself in. 
“Fuck,” He pulls away, “I really can’t get enough of you.” 
You peer up at him. Much to your dismay, he fiddles with his pants, impatiently jerking the fabric down. You try not to look but, much like a car crash that’s too horrific to not gawk at, you’re staring at the bulge in pants, flinching when something hot and blunt rests against your thigh.
“I haven’t really found a use for this,” He breathes lowly in your ear, “Well, I guess until now.” 
He’s not patient, then again you never pegged him as someone who waits. He’s quick to angle himself with your wet hole, before thrusting his entire length in one single movement.
It hurts. You’re squeezing your eyes shut, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks. His hands move to settle on your hips, but other than that he doesn’t move. When the pain subsides, you peer up to look at him. Mismatched eyes stare back. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. 
Without warning, he gives an experimental jerk. You wince, and your walls clench around his cock. He grins. 
“That’s it,” He coos, starting a messy tempo, “Just like that.” 
He doesn’t start off slow, why would he? It’s not like he’s your lover, overwhelming you with complete adoration, hoping you like this just as much as he does. He doesn’t care about your comfort, your likes, your preferences. Mahito just wants you to lay like that, underneath him, twitching and moaning and pliant. He wants to use you like a sex doll and you just have to take it. 
Your mind is screaming all this to you, but your traitorous body is humming, slowly becoming more and more aroused by his movements. Your walls continue to betray you, letting his movements become less jerky, more fluid. Out of curiosity, he angles his hips a little forward, coincidentally hitting that spot inside you. You mewl. 
“So loud,” He breathes, “I think you might like me.” 
Not coherent enough to form words, you just glare. Offended, he continues to press on that spot, giving a lecherous grin when your eyes widen and you throw your head back in a silent scream. 
He wasn’t watching before, but he certainly is now. You can feel his gaze raking over your face, drinking in every expression, every tremble, every gasp. Unlike you, he seems barely affected by what he’s doing. He’s far more interested in what he’s doing to you. His eyes are crinkled in a leering stare, and there’s a wide grin on his face. Disturbing. Unsettling. 
He’s a fucking creep. 
But you don’t have the luxury to cuss him out, do anything to really make him know it, because he’s picking up the pace, going faster than what should be humanly possible. When he starts to lean dangerously forward, your hands shoot out to grab his shoulders, pushing him as far away from you as you can. His fingers run across your body, tweaking your tits. Another moan spills out of your throat, reluctant pleasure overwhelms you. 
He catches your mouth before you can shut it, jamming two fingers past your lips, depressing your tongue. Your eyes widen and it’s instinct to bite, lurch. He doesn’t let you get far, forcing your head back into the soft cushions. 
You feel him spread his fingers on your tongue, pressing against the inside of your cheeks. He approves of what he sees because he laughs, rolling his hips in a way that has you keening. His fingers act like a gag, making you unable to anything but hum pathetically in his hold. 
“Oh,” Mahito suddenly coos, “You’re drooling.” 
Of course you are. Mahito doesn’t look the slightest bit disgusted, if anything, he looks eager. 
You can’t do anything but shiver as he invades your space once again, removing his fingers to replace it with his mouth. It isn’t a kiss, it barely even resembles one. There’s too much teeth, too much pressure. It’s too greedy, too domineering, too much. 
But you’re starting to see him be affected by this. Blood is rushing to his face; he looks drunk. Mahito’s grinning in pure euphoria, watching as you writhe and squirm underneath him. You think he gets off to this. How helpless you are beneath him. 
He’s barely touched you, but it takes little time to finally fall. It’s sudden, this time. There’s no build up or slow wash of relief. It’s almost blinding. You see white as something something something barrels through your body. You seize, squeezing his cock tighter as you mindlessly ride your orgasm against him. 
Mahito’s not far behind. He gives a short groan, humming into your mouth, before he gives a final shaky push. You feel something warm disperse into your pussy. You can’t even think to scream before he’s stilling above you, just moments away from feeling the pangs of overstimulation. 
You two stay like that for a while. He doesn’t move, still deep inside you. He allows you to catch your breathing, barely even moving, content to just listen to your harsh breaths, your mind still fuzzy to truly understand what happened. At some point, your hands had moved, now lazily wrapped around his shoulders in and effort to stabilize you. 
You’re breaking out of the haze when Mahito starts laughing. It’s giddy, slightly breathless. He breaks away from your lips, moving to bury himself in your sensitive neck. You can feel his hair again, soft on your skin. 
“See?” He says, nuzzling your neck. 
“I told you it’d be fun.” 
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crunchesmunches · 13 days
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I feel bad shit insane talking to a wall about dragneel brothers 😭
Anyways silly brother hc that would fit into lore if zeref didn’t have a curse and joined fairy tail and wasn’t actually insane
-Zeref definitely constantly makes sure his out fit is correct and tidy like he doesn’t mean to do it but he just feels more in control of himself that way. And when he sees Natsu’s clothes always messed up and messy he constantly fusses about it after he fights and brushes Natsu off without realizing
-Natsu is zerefs biggest weakness if that weakness was he just doesn’t wanna hurt Natsu emotionally or physically at all like Natsu is his baby. Zeref could never actually hurt Natsu badly sure Zeref is fully aware Natsu can handle anything but if he’s fighting and someone put Natsu infront of that attack he would immediately stop it, Natsu is very important to him and Natsu knows that to. which why he used it to get stuff from Zeref
-I know zeref made lullaby as a whole killing thing but it would be really funny if zeref also created things or other instruments that reminded him of people he liked especially Natsu so there’s a flute out there that’s just for Natsu but will never be found cause it won’t be played unless Natsu finds it. There’s tons of zerefs instruments and creations out there that aren’t for anyone but Natsu
-Natsu likes to draw not well and he draws like a five year old however whenever it does it just makes him incredible happy and carefree (this is totally not based off of that scene in 100 year quest when Natsu wrote in the library books) and he doesn’t tell anyone about it but he likes to draw people sometimes it’s good sometimes it’s not but it just makes Natsu happy and whenever zeref sees Natsu draws he always sits next to him and watches happily
-Natsu’s very short and I mean like 5,3 and it’s cause Natsu has always been small he’s just small and zeref cant get over how funny it is because Natsu convinced half the people he knows he’s taller than he is by just not standing directly next to them it just makes zeref giggle sometimes Natsu literally needs to climb on him for missions but Natsu being small helps them do a lot of things like sneak into vents or something
-zeref is a big hugger and wraps his arms around Natsu head and in a death grip he rubs his face in Natsu hair. Sometimes zeref will lift Natsu up to see things and he always hugs Natsu before lifting him up on his hands
-Natsu and zeref both speak a different language and it’s not a normal language it’s a mix of old language from there town and draconic which makes a weird language no one knows because the whole town was wiped out. I also believe this town had there own customs and beliefs and coexist with dragons just didn’t care for them which is why they knew draconic but so jumbled with some other language Natsu and zerefs culture and language is just incomprehensible to anyone. This town celebrated life and death which is why zeref is named after death and Natsu is the summer it’s like after a volcano erupts new life begins.
-igneel was fond of zeref and wanted zeref to stay with him when he dropped Natsu at his door and zeref still does not know why
-Natsu and zeref hold hands all the time to not lose each other
-zeref has dragon parts like Natsu but more demonic from his curse but he’s rarely seen with his demon/dragon tail
-Natsu and zeref act so similar sometimes there both bubbly in the same way boyishly happy to be around each other
-would elfman Mirajane and lissanna be the opposite of ignia zeref and Natsu I think they have a “who are the better siblings battle
-Natsu and zeref hate ignias “nieces” (the gold dragons ancestors) because they thing there such great siblings when there just the worst versions of them
-Natsu and zeref can never take things seriously there always giggling and confused by the target
-zeref has a cat called misery which is the opposite of happy and is a Scottish fold cat and also purple (ignia also has a cat who’s a lynx or leopard who can’t stand ignias ass)
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Hii!! Can you make a hcs for Sinclair Brothers with an artist reader who can draw??
Hello there! And I sure can!
Sinclair brothers (separate) with an artist s/o!
Gender neural reader - they/them and you is used
Bo
He’s used to having artists in the family. His mother was one, and his twin followed in her footsteps. But they mostly worked with wax. Not that they didn’t know other mediums, it’s just not what they usually worked with.
He is definitely the kind of guy to hover over your shoulder to watch you, and when you ask if he wants to sit he’ll decline and tell you he’s just passing through. But then proceed to just stand behind you and watch you create in amazement.
He probably asks if you can draw something for him. It’s usually some car or maybe an animal like a deer.
Totally brags about you all the time. “Yeah yeah that’s great Vinny, but look what Y/n made! Ain’t they just the greatest? I mean, look at the details they put in!”
He has totally given you at least one of those art kit things that every family member gets you for the rest of your life as soon as they hear you like art
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He isn’t one to draw with you, but he will watch you and ask you about your art! Also is lowkey kinda relieved you don’t work with wax. He doesn’t know if he would be able to handle another Vincent-
Vincent
Of course this sweet man is bouncing off the walls in excitement after learning your interest in art!
As much as he loves working with wax and sculpting, it’s nice to have a change once in a while! So he’d totally sit and draw with you and show you his own work!
Omg if you show him your art he will feel so honored. You think HE is worthy of seeing your beautiful creations? Can he kiss you? Please let him kiss you.
Probably has critiqued your art (and might have been a bit harsh) but he doesn’t mean it! If it upsets you let him know and he will tone it down. He won’t completely stop (don’t think he could with Trudy being his mother and art teacher-) but it will be a lot nicer, going from “You’re shading that wrong” to “That’s very nice looking, but perhaps you might find (insert technique here) to be a bit easier?”
If you need any art supplies feel free to borrow his! Unlike Bo giving you the… “art kit”, he actually has good, working, quality supplies :)
Art dates are a must! Imagine going out for a picnic and bringing your sketch books and drawing together.
You both probably have pages upon pages of drawing of one another
Lester
BIGGEST HYPE MAN WITH ANY OF YOUR HOBBIES
He isn’t very artistic himself, but when he sees you drawing at the table you bet your ass he is grabbing a piece of paper and drawing with you. Is it a dog? A tree? No, that’s supposed to be… you? A kindergartener could have probably done a better job but you love it anyways
Makes requests all. The. Time.
“Honey can you draw Jonesy?” “How about my truck?” “Ooh! What about some bones?” “CAN YOU DRAW ME?!?!!?”
I could see him making you sketchbooks and pencils and leaving them around for you to find :)
Watches you with big ol eyes like 👁️ 👁️ HE CANT HELP IT! ITS JUST SO NEAT TO WATCH!
Also praises you like crazy to others. “Now would you look at this, Bo?” “For the hundredth time Lester I’ve seen-“ “no no NO! Look HARDER! Look at this amazing art piece that they made! Ain’t it just the greatest! Could probably put ma out of business with this work!”
Has totally tried sneaking your art into the wax museum… he was caught very quickly but that doesn’t stop him!
Would also hang your art on the fridge like the proud partner he is
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Holding Out For A Hero (Fives x Jedi!Reader)
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Summary: You’re Master Krell’s current padawan. Never really liking your master, you completely disobey his orders and journey out to Umbara, hoping to find out what the guy has been up to. Along the way, you make a few friends, and maybe help them a bit too ;) (Part 1 of 2)
Warnings: Only slight violence, that's it tho
A/n: this fic is totally inspired by “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Taylor (yes I love 80s music) it’s been a while since my last fic (and I might start cross posting on ao3 soon under the name chirpybirdie)
2023 a/n: I still have not started an ao3 account. And it truly has been a while. Should I? (Kinda lost my game guys this is not my best fic- I'll get better I swear)
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“I told you y/n, you are not coming to assist me. Is that clear?!” Krell yelled at you.
*sigh* “yes master.” You reply, defeated.
“Good. Remain here and train with the others.” You leave, heading to your quarters.
He can’t tell me what to do. I’m 19, i’m not even supposed to be a padawan anymore! I should be leading my own troops, have my own clones to lead! You thought. You walk around for a bit, hoping to catch some air. Than, you caught a glimpse of Krell getting ready to leave from the corner of your eye, and next to it, a small ship, usually used by Jedi masters to lead their troops.
Bingo. You thought, and you ran for it, succesfully sneaking past Krell and heading off to Umbara.
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You land on the planet and see Anakin and your master talking. Realizing you may draw attention to yourself if you remain too long, you climb a tree and get higher ground, seeing the conversation from above.
“Thank you for the air support Master, it was much appreciated. But that’s not why your here is it?” Skywalker says.
“No, General Skywalker, the council has requested you back on Coruscant, effective immediately.”
Huh? But I was just with the council and they never mentioned Skywalker. Maybe it happened after I had left.
“What?? Why?”
“I believe a request was made by the Supreme Chancellor.”
Figures. You think while rolling your eyes.
“Well I cant just leave my men!” Anakin shouts.
“I will be taking over in the interim” Krell responds calmly.
You stopped listening after that, not wanting to even show interest in your master's conversation. Then, you see him. A clone. But he’s a bit different than the rest you’ve seen. He's very confident, he seems to be loyal too, and kinda.... fun? And not to mention his slight facial hair and the fact that he's an arc trooper made you swoon. You come back to reality and realize the troops are heading out and you follow them in the trees, praying you won’t be spotted.
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“FALL BACK!! FALL BACK NOW!” Rex shouts above the gunfire. Shouts of pain are heard from the troopers, falling one by one.
Holy shit. I really wish I could help but if Krell sees me, he’ll punish me for disobeying orders. You think, still watching from the trees. The gunfire had calmed itself as the men held their fire, trying to come up with another plan.
“Fives. Hardcase. I need you to infiltrate the base and get their ships to destroy these things. Use their own technology against them.” You hear Captain Rex order.
“They won’t see it coming sir!” Hardcase says. Fives nods and they headed out.
I should follow them, maybe try to help them too. You think and follow behind.
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"Before this I thought Krell was just crazy, but now, I'm beginning to think he just has it out for clones!" You heard the arc trooper say. You jump down from the tree and stand behind them.
"Yeah that's probably true, maybe the reason why I never got to lead some troopers as the commander alongside him" You say, startling the troopers. They quickly turn around and ready their blasters.
“Hold you fire guys. I’m just here to help” You say. You walk forward and show them your saber, proving your their ally. "I'm a jedi. I'm here to help you guys out."
“What the hell is a jedi doing here? The only one that was supposed to be here was Krell.” Fives snarled.
“We’ll for your information arc trooper, I’m his padawan. Trust me, I don’t like him much either.” You reply, glaring back at him.
God damn he looks good. Even when he's angry. You think.
“You heard that?” Fives asks.
“Yeah…I’ve kinda been listening in the trees this whole time because i’m not technically supposed to be here. ” You say.
“And you look older too, are you sure you’re a padawan?” Hardcase asks.
“Hardcase!” Fives yells.
“What!! Just a question!” Then you heard a comm beep. It was yours. And an incoming message from your master.
“Alright guys. Nice to talk to you. But we should probably get going with your plan." You say.
"But how? We were gonna climb the tree but-"Hardcase starts as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, holding your hands out as you do so.
"What are they doi-" Hardcase starts and suddenly stops as he is jabbed in the ribs by Fives.
"Can it Hardcase, it might be some jedi thing" Fives says, but is soon interrupted as he and Hardcase are lifted into the air, thrown over the fence and plop down onto the ground, groaning in pain. You however, leap over and land flat on your feet.
"How was that for a padawan?" You ask the troopers as they are still groaning in pain. You reach your hand out to help them and Fives gets up first, chuckling slightly at the stunt you pulled.
"I'll admit jedi, that was some stunt you just pulled." He starts.
"Y/n. My name is y/n by the way." You reply.
"Alright. Y/n then. Well, if we're introducing ourselves, my name is Fives, not 'arc trooper'." He says, extending his arm for a handshake. You take it, and give a firm shake, looking into his sultry brown eyes as he smiles back at you. Then, you continue on with the mission.
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Part 2 will be coming shortly!
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