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cheollipop · 1 year

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good morning

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pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.8k

tags: smut, fluff, established relationship, so soft-

at eight in the morning, yunho decided that a little exercise was the best way to start the day.

warnings: barely any plot rip, morning sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering (f receiving), nicknames (yuyu, baby, angel, love, sweetheart), praise, aftercare, yunho is a little bit of a tease oop, just some soft morning sex that kind of goes crazy once they get into it-

A/N: this man is not even a part of my bias line but he has me by the neck- ehem, this was very self-indulgent. enjoy! ;;

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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Noticing the continuous shuffling behind you, you looked over your shoulder at the body lying on your bed, long limbs tangled up with the comforter. The sun peeked through the shutters to cast gold against Yunho's skin. His eyes – half-open, lidded with the remnants of his dream – gazed over your figure as you dried yourself off, watching the water droplets from your shower scattered over the expanse of your skin catch the sunlight.

He breathed out a low whistle when your eyes met, "don't mind me, just enjoying the view."

A coy smile played on his lips, his gaze trailing up and down your exposed body. Your eyes followed the lazy movement of Yunho's hand, palming the forming bulge in his boxers.

"A little too much, it seems," the corners of your lips curled upwards, and you let out a breathy laugh.

Yunho shrugged, his smile playful, reaching his hand out to usher you towards him with two fingers and a whispered come here. You glanced at the clock on the wall, the small hand pointing to eight.

"But it's so early," you whined despite the waves of warmth rushing to your core.

Your legs moved on their own, making their way to the bed where Yunho laid. He sat up, supporting himself on his forearm, the warmth of his palm as it cupped your hip sending a shiver down your spine. Yunho pressed his lips to the skin under your bellybutton, peppering kisses over your tummy before looking up at you with doe eyes.

"Can I have you?" He squeezed at your skin, blinking up at you with a small pout to his lips. "Please?"

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Yunho pumped two fingers into your sopping heat, your cheeks flushing at the wet noises your cunt made every time he stuffed his digits inside. His tongue circled your nipple before taking it into his mouth, giving it a sharp suck.

"Yunho, baby," you panted, his fingers pressing against the spongy spot along your walls. You tugged at the hem of his shirt, "take – a-ahh – take this off."

You reached down to work two fingers around your clit while Yunho tossed his shirt off and into one of the corners of your room.

"My needy baby couldn't wait five seconds for me to finish?" He pushed your hand away, sinking his fingers back into you and pumping them directly against your g-spot. "Needs something stuffed in her cunt at all times, hm?"

"Fuck, right there," your eyes fluttered shut and you rocked your hips to the rhythm of Yunho's fingers.

Seeing pleasure taking over your features, Yunho couldn't help but lean in to slot his lips against yours. It quickly turned sloppy, your tongue pushing against his as it ran over the roof of your mouth, his fingers quickly edging you closer to your high.

Yunho slipped his fingers out of you as soon as your walls began to clamp down on them, giving your clit a few firm taps and watching as your hips jerked. He took in how your expression changed from bliss to confusion, eyebrows drawing in and your eyes shooting open.

"Why'd you stop?" Your hips followed his fingers, chasing his touch. Yunho watched you squirm under him, a smirk playing at his lips and his eyes glazed over. "Yuyu, please," you whined, the tingling feeling of your orgasm fading away.

Your hand reached down to circle your clit again, trying to push yourself over the edge, but Yunho pushed it away and locked your fingers together, pressing them into the pillow by your head. His mouth connected with yours before you could complain, pulling away a few seconds later to nip at your bottom lip.

"I've got you," he whispered against your lips, his free hand reaching for his hard length, sucking in a sharp breath when he squeezed his fingers around his girth before positioning it at your entrance.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as Yunho pushed into you, sinking into your heat inch by inch until your pelvises were flush against each other. The stretch bordered on painful, but the sight of Yunho squeezing his eyebrows together, eyes shut tightly as he tried not to cum while your walls clenched and relaxed around him – you almost came on the spot.

Yunho touched his forehead to yours, placing gentle pecks against your lips while he rocked his hips into yours experimentally.

"Can I go harder?" He breathed out against your skin, sucking a bruise underneath your ear.

You nodded, the hand not holding his grasping at his forearm. "Please, please, Yuyu."

Yunho grabbed at your upper thigh, bringing your leg around his hips and began to piston his cock into you, drawing his length halfway out of your dripping cunt before pounding back in and grinding his hips into yours, then starting the routine all over again until you were a moaning mess under him – no coherent thoughts, only Yunho and his big cock making your toes curl.

Your orgasm sneaked up on you, sending shocking waves of pleasure throughout your body – your eyes rolled back, a series of airy moans leaving your mouth, your back arching under Yunho, pushing your tits into his chest as he fucked you through it with shallow thrusts aimed directly at your sweet spot. He groaned into your ear as your walls fluttered and squeezed around him.

Yunho kissed you through your high, sweet and deep while his free hand gripped your waist, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your soft skin. His hips picked up their pace again once you slumped back onto the bed, pleasure and pain mixing and making your body jerk every time he brushed against your g-spot.

You reached for his shoulder, digging your nails into the soft skin. "Yunho, it's too much!" You writhed under him. "Please-"

"You can take it," He leaned closer to your face, peppering kisses all over your cheeks and jaw as he ground his hips into yours, the motion making you see stars. "Can't you?"

You could tell he was close – eyes teary, chest a similar shade of red to his cheeks, hips grinding insistently into yours and his cock hot and heavy between your walls. The pain of overstimulation was beginning to fade, making way for pleasure to shoot up your spine every time Yunho drove himself deep into your abused cunt.

You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes and streaming down your temples, the steady rhythm he was fucking you at making your legs shake around him.

"Hm? What was that?" The corners of his lips curled into a cruel smirk, his lips parted while he panted lightly – already close to his release. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"I can take it, Yuyu. Please… please fuck me," you pleaded, never moving your eyes off his.

"So good for me, my beautiful angel," Yunho buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

Wrapping his arms around your frame, his head still tucked into your neck, he pounded his cock into you, pushing you higher up on the bed with the force of his thrusts.

"God, my pretty baby, I can't get enough of you."

He pulled moan after moan out of you, placing open-mouth kisses wherever he could, his fingers sliding under you to tangle into the damp hair at your nape. You ran your nails over his back, gripping at the smooth skin, already a breath away from your second orgasm.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails digging into Yunho's back as your orgasm washed over you, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Fuck fuck fuck, you breathed out, followed by repetitions of his name while he continued to pump his cock into you, unrelenting with his pace.

"Shit, ah. I'm close," Yunho breathed against your skin, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm, turning sloppy as he desperately chased his high. "My love," he let out a throaty moan. "You’re taking me so well. Fuck, you feel so good."

"Hnnngh- Yuyu, baby, please. I need you to come," your body spasmed under him with every thrust. "Please, I'm going to lose my mind."

His hips stuttered, thrusting into you twice before shoving his whole length into your overstimulated cunt, painting your pulsing walls with his load. He groaned into your shoulder, grinding his hips into yours as you milked him of every last drop.

"Fuck, baby," Yunho panted heavily, bringing his face to yours. Your eyes were closed, reveling in the warmth of his release filling you up, your thighs shaking around his hips.

"(Y/n)," he pecked your lips. "Let me see those eyes," another kiss. "My darling," and another at the corner of your mouth when your eyes fluttered open. "Love of my life," his lips traced the trail of tears drying across your temples.

You smiled, eyes softening as Yunho continued to pepper soft kisses all over your face. He held you tighter in his arms while he pulled his softening cock out of you, smiling to himself when he saw your reddened cheeks at the feeling of his cum seeping out of your gaping hole.

Yunho sat up, running his fingers through your drying hair before tenderly cupping your jaw. "Are you okay? Did I go too hard?"

You smoothed down the wrinkles between his eyebrows with your thumb, shaking your head, a shy smile on your lips. "Uh-uh, it felt really good."

Your words made Yunho grin, flashing his pearly whites at you with a bright red tint to his cheeks. His hair was all over the place, pointing everywhere but down. The sun illuminated one side of his face, his eyelashes casting shadows over his cheekbones every time blinked. It was as if you were in a trance, too enraptured by Yunho's beauty to do anything but stare. Yunho smiled at that, exhaling a soft laugh. If only you could see yourself, he thought, admiring as the sheen of sweat covering your body glistened under the morning light. Your lips – cracked and swollen from all the kisses he refused to stop giving you. Your eyes, your hair, your body, you. You were so beautiful, Yunho almost thought he was hallucinating, disbelieving the fact that someone so perfect for him could ever exist – let alone have them lying under him, all fucked-out and dazed, blinking up at him like he had just given them the world.

With a final kiss to your forehead, he got out of bed – despite your whining and desperate attempts at pulling him back.

"Baby, I need to clean you up."

"You can do that later. I want to cuddle," you pouted, making grabby hands at Yunho.

The corners of his lips tugged upwards and he walked back to your bedside. You grinned, thinking he had given in, but instead, he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"The sight of my cum leaking out of your pretty little cunt makes me want to fuck it back into you," he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear. "Would you like me to?"

Yunho ran out of the room giggling, barely dodging the swarm of pillows you threw in his direction, a string of curses echoing in your shared apartment.

He was back a few minutes later, a wet cloth in his hand. He sat by your hips and began to wipe the warm cloth over your skin, cleaning the sweat and cum. You grimaced, moving your hips back when he pushed the cloth into your sensitive hole, telling you to relax as he quickly flushed his release out of you.

He tossed the rag away when you were all cleaned up, sliding into bed and enveloping you in his arms. You buried your face into Yunho's chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the flushed skin. With your limbs tangled up under the comforter – and after a few whispered I love you's – you allowed your drowsiness to take over your body, getting an extra few hours of sleep wrapped up in Yunho's warm embrace.

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saey707 · 7 months

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AAAA HEARTSTEEL! i was hyped for dAYS and it paid off! if it is not too much, can I request hcs for Heartsteel!Sett as your bf🥺 i just love him (bonus if Reader is an idol too ehem ehem)

✿ Prompt: Heartsteel Sett as your boyfriend ✿

♡ champion focus: sett ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Hi anon, thanks for your request! Just a heads up, I didn't make the reader an idol in this one (I have 20 other requests asking for the reader to be a star/idol/KDA member right now and need a tiny break from the star x star trope!) (_ _ ) . . z Z Nonetheless, I hope my headcanons put a smile on your face! Enjoy! ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎

Sett would be a boyfriend with a heart of gold! Of course, being the partner of a star can be quite the challenge, especially given how much he travels and can be busy more days than others, but he still will always make an effort to make up for any lost time at the end of the day!

Sett works hard to take care of you and be able to provide for you! He'll shower you with gifts and let you live the lavish life with him by his side (just don't be surprised if he puts Mama's comfort above your own sometimes...).

He will do everything he can to assure your safety and comfort. This just means Sett will never get you involved in his shenanigans with the other guys. The last thing he needs is you getting hurt because he was being too reckless around you.

If the paparazzi get too close, he'll be sure to make sure they know their place. And if they so much as touch you, or worse, harass you, he won't be afraid to throw the first punch at one of them! To hell if it ruins his reputation, he won't let anyone hurt you!

Loves to sew the both of you matching clothes! Do you want a cute jacket? He'll make one for himself as well! ... They won't have sleeves, but it's the thought that counts, right?

A huge show-off! He'll do anything to impress you, especially when the both of you go to the amusement park. Half the time, Sett will end up humiliating himself by completely missing a basketball shot or accidentally throwing a ring too far, but if you give him a hammer to slam down or a punching bag to hit? He'll for sure win you the largest stuffed animal!

Believe it or not, Sett has the best cuddles! You won't be able to escape them, and he'll always look forward to giving them to you every night he comes home!

He will want to adopt a dog with you if you are with him long enough... Or two... or three? Can you ever really have too many dogs? Sett doesn't think so.

Sett is very humbled in interviews and will happily boast about you to the whole world. Even though it isn't a good idea for idols to get their relationships involved in the public eye, Sett has no fear of showing you off to everyone! If they don't support his decisions or can't handle it, then they aren't a fan of his!

Thirst traps of him at the gym are reserved for you and you alone. But you can't stop him from posting his arms on his Instagram- He thinks everyone should be inspired to get as sculpted as he is! ...And he might be trying to make a few people jealous.

The boss will definitely let you boss the other guys around. And none of the other guys can say anything about it.

Sweeps you off your feet to kiss him! He knows he's a big boy, so he has to make himself more accessible to you. Plus, it's just another way he can show off how strong he is to you~

#saeybaewrites #request #headcanons #heartsteel sett #sett #heartsteel sett x reader #heartsteel x reader #sett lol #x reader #sett league of legends x reader #sett lol x reader #sett league of legends #lol x reader #league of legends x reader

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uyuartik · 3 months

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bad idea, right? (obi wan kenobi x f!reader)

tags: slightly sith coded obi wan, no use of y/n, my unhinged take on regency era, (blaming bridgerton and pride and prejudice), probably historical inaccuracies, SMUT, mentions of oral sex (fem and male receiving), mentions of fingering, piv sex, dom!obi?, i really don't know what to write here it is just filth and it is gonna get filthier

a/n: HII! so i became haunted by historical!obi au's and spent six months writing a short series... this is the first chapter out of three, so i hope you stay tuned for the upcoming one (it is FILTHIER than this and about 19k words)

likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, and i can't wait to hear your opinions! i am also crossposting on ao3, feel free to interact there as well.

enjoy!!!

word count: 5.4K

chapter one: see you tonight?

“…Fuck, just like that-“

That voice. Yes, that’s how you ended up here, you think, as you roll your hips, feeling the exquisite contours of Obi Wan’s cock stretching your walls and pulling pleasure out of every cell in your body, and possibly from your soul too.

Ehem. Lord Kenobi.

And truth be told, that’s not exactly how things led here. Of course, his rich voice and the manner in which he used it were notable factors. The way he camouflaged his remarks under sweet quips never failed to make you giggle into the next day, and regardless of the topic (ashamedly, it was mostly about the other people in the room, and their rather obscene behaviors), the comments he made always reflected the intelligence behind it. He played the serious bit perfectly too, even though his reverent sentences carried some poetry, never pompous, yet deep enough to convey its origin and the realness of his sincerity… That’s why you started spending hours with him at balls in the first place. Ten minutes alone with him, undoing all the prejudice you had against the man. All the rumors about him were proven wrong, or at least, half true. And you liked that remaining part of the truth.

Only after that, came the subject of his charms. Not quite surprising, considering that there was no lack of handsome faces around, but a lack of brains in them. Or a true heart. You hated the hypocrisy of it all, and it was a blessing to find someone who shared that sentiment. Not to mention the benefit of him deflecting any unwanted company.

Likewise, he must've thought the same about you, thus your current position. It was obvious that both of you two had similar standards, even in these lewd matters. People didn’t call him a heartbreaker because he pursued a lot of women, but when he did and it came to an inevitable end, they were the shell of whom they used to be, like a person could be mummified by the absence of the joy he charmed people with it. And you, you weren’t the type to have somebody just because you could. No, you looked for a special connection, a click, and when you got lucky and found one among the countless candidates, you treasured it. Now, even the word click sounded wanting, there were sparks present between the two of you, a considerable, good dynamic you two had built, and that made everything just better.

You were almost sad thinking this was a one-time event, already knowing this is a moment you'll remember your entire life. (You weren't gonna push your luck on getting caught.) If there were such deals, two of you keeping it to each other forever in this aspect of life, you’d have signed that contract in a blink.

“Thought you said you were tired.” He breathes out, clearly an effort, yet the smug grin on his face leaves no room for doubt or pity.

“I’ve been sitting all day.” That’s how travel works in carriages, after all. “I think stretching my legs, is what I need.” You emphasize by raising yourself higher and slowly sink back down a few times, a motion that pulls moans from both of your mouths.

Travel. It took you half a day to reach your aunt’s estate, and you were fairly certain you wouldn’t attend the ball that is currently taking place. Then, you realized there was no way your gracious hostesses would see you tonight, you were forced to enter the saloon. It would be a quick in and out, maybe greeting a few more people, no dance, with the very valid excuse of I’ve been on the road all day and I am quite exhausted ready on your lips at any interaction. This was why you didn’t even bother to put much effort into your looks, opting for a change of dress, and nothing more. No jewelry, no retouches to your hair. After all, it would just add to your part if you seemed slightly off.

Somehow, it turned out to be a regrettable decision, when numerous eyes turned to you as you took a step into the room, and even longer after that. Maybe not every head turned or the music came to an abrupt stop, the sprouting silence broken by collective whispers, but it happened, subtle yet enough to make itself known. You were given the same treatment for years at this point, but there was no getting used to it. Color that had been settling in your cheeks seemed to be permanent, at least for the night, not leaving your side as you took your place among your relatives. The expensive fan you were gifted by- God knows who, you were in no mood to remember it now, did nothing to relieve your suffering.

And, countless other greetings don't help either. You fastened the movement of your hand, curling your lips into a forced smile. You could truly get tired from all these repeated words and gestures.

"I'm afraid I forgot to bring my dance card." You said again, to the third man who came with the same offer, Duke Caldo, all true except the part "forgot". You left it, willingly, just in front of your vanity mirror. The mirror which you desperately wanted to see yourself in right now, away from the ball.

"A great pity." The exclamation didn't come from him, though.

Your fan dropped from your hand and closed itself when it hit your wrist, dangling from the loop around your forearm as you heard that voice, no introduction ever needed. Perhaps, not even his voice was required, for there was always that unexplainable change in the quality of air in the rooms he occupied, like he was casting a spell on those around him, trickling magic dust with every step, a rare perfume. You wouldn’t use such metaphors if it wasn’t for the simple fact that your body always figured out his presence before your mind, catching a sense of that hypnotic essence. You often realized all the hairs on your arm standing up, or a tingling sensation in the back of your neck, breathing getting a bit harder, only to quickly locate him in your eyesight.

"Lord Kenobi." It is said in a contemptful respect, a greeting and a goodbye. “Goodnight, my Lady.”

You didn’t even bother to mutter a proper response, and frankly, the Duke didn’t wait for one either. So, all your focus can be reserved on the man in front of you.

You raised your arm as if intending to extend it so he could complete his small tradition of placing a kiss on the back of your hand, like he has done every time your paths crossed, even multiple times a day (that’s exactly how you noticed it was more than a simple salutation), (honestly, you liked it, his daring movement revealing a lot about his nature), only to flick it to reopen your fan. The gentlest gust of it licking your skin was more than enough now, making it all too pleasing to watch him save himself with a deep bow of his head, the annoyance quickly turning into a satisfied grin, like he didn’t expect anything less from you.

“That looks even more beautiful in your hand.” He pointed at it, but his eyes wandered all over your body. You did the same, though there was little notice, his usual beige suit far too familiar. Your focus was always on the fact that he looked so good in it, taking in the broadness of his shoulders, or his defined arms exquisitely pronounced over the fabric.

Right. So it was his gift. Why did you ever entertain other possibilities?

You weren’t going to disappoint him by mentioning it is only here because your panicked maid accidentally packed the first item she saw, for you never took anonymous gifts. You didn’t need the attention they brought.

"And I couldn't thank you enough for it. I can practically name it my savior tonight." You answered, making a show of lavishing yourself in the stream it creates.

"My only source of pride is the fact that it perfectly blends with the rest of your attire. Now, I can proudly say I know your taste."

Classic Obi Wan. Even his compliments, far from usual, borderline scandalous. He's been peppering you with them ever since the start of your friendship and you were never immune to them. You outright enjoyed them. Especially now, they didn’t help the simmering tingles forming at the depths of your belly, amplified by weeks of solitude. “Only a part of it I’m afraid, but you’ll learn the rest in no time, don’t worry.”

“Can’t wait.” He grinned and scanned the room for prying eyes. Finding none, he made himself more comfortable by your side, hoping to spend the rest of his night with you.

“I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” You admitted, somehow managing not to sound like you’re overly joyous of that not happening.

“I could say the same about you.” Was that excitement, or disappointment in his voice? Was he planning of politely ravishing other women, when you were not present to entertain him? Something told you those were not among his intentions, the smile on his face too honest, his twinkling gaze focused solely on you.

You tilted your head and curled your lips. Touché. “It is nice to attend the ball your acquaintances are throwing, even if you arrive late. But for you, sir, I'm afraid people will actually think you're looking for a wife."

He rolled his eyes. There was a hint of offense in them just at the mentioning of the subject, but the playful type, not the exasperated type he uses for others.

"Curious. The diamond of the season is also here. Isn't it strange that she still hasn't found someone, it's nearly the end of the season?" You inhaled sharply, dramatizing further. "Do you have something to do with it, Lord Kenobi?"

He scoffed, the impossibility of it reflected in his voice. "The diamond of the season?-"

"I thought you deserve nothing less." You explained, but he interjected.

"I'm only interested in one diamond." He said, initiating intense eye contact.

It was your turn to scoff, and run away from his gaze. "I was never the diamond."

"Only because you saw how better you were than the rest, and fled just before the start of the season." His eyebrows were raised, begging for a denial.

"I had planned that trip months ago." You simply stated. "And I came back halfway through summer, didn't I?"

"Just like now."

"Do I need to remind you who you have been spending time with since June?"

"And where were you coming from tonight, ending your visit of- how long was it?"

"I am fond of traveling. Balls and banquets can entertain someone so far. " You shrugged, "Lord Kenobi, are you trying to say that you missed me?"

"I could never claim otherwise."

That was true from your perspective as well. All these years of constant traveling, and this year was the first time you missed what you left behind at home, even during the buzzing, pretense-filled months. None of it seemed that intolerable, and somewhat fun, if you dare to admit. You knew this impression was his doing, and now after your while spent apart, the feeling came back tenfold, almost making you squirm over such loose confessions.

That was it. That was the turning point of the night.

“Truth be told, the night is going much better than I dreamed of, and I almost regret forgetting my dance card.” You raised your chin, and sent him a look. “Would you be so kind to help me find it?”

You could basically see the gears turning, a fire behind his eyes, fueling the desire growing in the depths of your belly. His gaze was piercing, even after he’d long decided, the truth known to both of you. Your heartbeats must’ve been visible, you imagined, and felt it skip a beat as he licked his lip. “Lead the way.”

Now that’s, how you ended up here.

However, as you look down at his face, the story gets blurry, perhaps outright loses its importance, abandoning your mind. His hair is tousled, a rebel strand in front of his eyes, and moves with every bounce. Your hands are too busy to hold onto his sweaty chest, slightly tugging on the auburn fuzz. You wanted to do that ever since he took his shirt off.

(Then again, you’re not sorry for the amount of time you couldn’t, drowning in him. The moment you felt his expert lips on yours, all your will to protest anything had died. Later, as his fingers joined the show, you quickly realized you were fine with what he gave, but he, ever the gentleman, let you prevail.)

It is a sight. And the moans that fall from his lips surpass the delicate melody the musicians are playing downstairs in every way, which can still faintly be heard. (You never thought an orchestra would accompany you during this, but here you were. It is a detail you’ll remember with a smile while looking back at it, but now, you couldn’t care any less.)

“You’re taking me so well.” He starts to thrust his hips up slightly, meeting your rhythm, but never overtaking it.

“I know.” You giggle, but the reaction he’s taken notice of is your fingertips digging in further, and your walls fluttering around his cock.

When you start to falter a bit, perhaps due to the fatigue settling on your muscles embarrassingly not long after his words, or his mere presence clouding your brain, his fingers that have been resting on your thighs slowly ascend to your hips. The fingers drenched in your juices, another element that has the coil in your belly tighter. The next few strokes, with his guiding hand, touch something deep inside you, and your jaw hangs open.

“Fuck…” is the only word you can mutter, and he chuckles at it.

“Is that so?” He mocks, but brushes your loose ringlets with a single hand, and caresses your nipple on its way down. The latter shows his true disposition, and that drives you to be more vocal, if you weren’t already.

“You feel… so… good.” You can hardly say, as your puffy clit drag against his skin all so deliciously like this.

He twitches inside you at the compliment, and you throw your head back with a whine. Despite the fact that he would kill to see your face, he doesn’t push, enjoying the state he’s putting you in with his voice. Every praise that falls from his lips earns him a melodic moan, along with the feeling of you tensing and relaxing, always responding to his call in one way or another.

You’re one step away from being a doll at his bend, though you couldn’t care any less, not when you are this close.

He likes it, very very much. Yet, not enough to silence his wishes of how to ruin you, in the best way.

In a blink, you find yourself on your back, and him on top of you. That’s not the first thing you see, though. It is his hand, lifted from wherever it fell, catching your chin to turn your head to him. Sounds of panting are all there is, no movement, no words, not even your rapid heartbeats drumming in your ears seconds ago as if the world stopped for a second.

His thumb caresses your lower lip, and you let it slip in. God, you can still taste yourself. The revelation has your objections at the change dead, your face twisting, yet he tsks thrice, capturing your attention.

“Let me see those eyes.” Obi Wan commands, and you have no choice but to oblige. “You look so good beneath me.”

Somehow, his words have you flushing and squirming as if that was the most inappropriate thing happening in this room. Funny, how he breaks your will, and you let it. Against all the talk of your friendship, until an hour ago, you’d have lashed out at an equivalent demeanor, even said in affectionate terms. (Any other way is simply impossible, anyway.) But, that hour proved itself to be much precious, and now with that glossy gaze, snatched right from the brink of climax, you focus on the doting aspect, how he cannot get enough of the image of you.

You start to writhe, the new emptiness inside you unbearable. “Touch me, Obi Wan…”

He's not proud of the way your begging has his cock leaking, though that hardly stops him. He lives for mutual pleasure, even just yours at the moment, yet you look so pretty like this, grasping the sheets.

"Like this?" He slides his thumb further into your mouth, relishing the feeling of your tongue swirling around it immediately. Or course he wasn't expecting you to suck him off if you didn't want to, nor would he ever ask for it, he can't help but imagine the feeling, his hips rolling in seek of stimulation.

You shake your head, and his finger is freed with a pop. You frown as the sole contact you have with him is lost. It is a warning sign for him, the fragility of your dream-like state, a reminder of how he has to do better, if he wants to take control. As a gentleman, he wanted to give you everything you desired, but since it was your first time together, a terra incognita, he had to be sure of your limits, so he followed your wishes gladly. The wishes which were masterfully balanced versions of both of your needs. The same problem troubled you too of course, but you were a quick learner, a connoisseur of his taste in no time. The fact that it was very similar to yours was an exciting discovery, certainly a pleasant one, and was a great help, so great that it almost felt like cheating. While he took no issue with your tricks; the urge to take you on his terms, the compulsion to show you how he wants to cherish you couldn’t be suppressed any longer. He had to let you know.

He leans in closer, his arms bend as yours find his shoulders like a habit, “Like this?” He murmurs, right before brushing his lips against yours, effectively swallowing your whine. Though it was a sound of protest, all complementary sentiments die when he nips at your lower lip, and you open your mouth, lost in the sensation of his tongue licking yours, and his sweet essence. In contrast to his other needs taken good care of, he hadn’t taken enough of the feeling of our mouths joining. God, he spent hours imagining your mouth, curling into every shape as smart words spilled from it, enhancing his fascination with you. It fires the flames of haze further, even if he’s not actually properly touching you. Your hand roams his neck, then etches itself into his silky hair. You’ve done that a few times now (and found his response most addicting), but it is hardly satisfactory compared to the amounts you dreamed of doing during these last couple of months. You saw him prim and proper mostly, not a strand out of place, making you marvel at its excellence, and the itch to mess it up growing stronger each instance, a stark contrast to your surroundings. Also, there were times the infamous piece fell in front of his eyes, and sometimes even more disheveled than that, riding a horse, enjoying sports with his friends, and once after a bath, when your family visit started a little earlier than planned. You were always admiring the way it reflected light, creating almost a halo around his head, especially in sunlight. It is the first thing your eye is drawn to whenever you’re in the same place, a beacon of sorts. You never thought you’d be this amazed by hair, yet the moans he produces when you tug on it, add to your astonishment, and you’re not sure if you can look at it again, without being reminded of this moment.

He breaks the kiss as for you to catch your breath, for he has long kept you away from it. Still, he continues to pepper you with tons of them, scattered all across your jaw and neck, in search of that sweet spot that has you cursing. It is not a serious journey, in fact, he does more than press his lips against your skin properly, tease you with his open mouth, drag his tongue along the taut muscle, nip and outright bite, once.

“No marks-“ You protest. Futile. You should’ve warned before he started to nibble, way before he sank his teeth, but it has happened after all, and you can already feel blood settling on the sites of his attack. “What I am going to tell my maid now?”

“The truth.” He retorts. “Of how you led Lord Kenobi into our bed, and did dirty, unspeakable things with him.”

That earns him a harsh pull at his scalp, and a pat on his shoulder. He meets with your glaring gaze, and cheeks redder than a minute ago. So, he’s still on your good side. Barely.

“Apologies, my dear.” He takes the hand that smacked him, and places a peck onto your palm before placing it back. You can’t break the eye contact as he does so, something about his appearance, perhaps his position, or the charming contours of his face, or the way he deals with your anger keeps you from kicking him out. Caressing your open legs, he massages them ‘til they relax afresh, squeezing at the soft flesh. You hiss when his movement nears your inner thighs, thanks to his beard, and the climax it brought you. The gesture hints, still, there’s the matter of fire burning in your belly. “Couldn’t resist, you know me. Let me make it up to you.”

He wastes one more second to carve this image inside his head, then fulfills his promise. He likes the way you tremble while you wait, a whimper leaving your mouth at him taking his cock into his hand and stroking it a few times. God, how you wish that was your hand. Damn your stubbornness, and demand for compensation. You put extreme effort into staying still, releasing a shaky breath when he places the tip at your entrance.

Remember when he said “ruin”?

He doesn’t push it in, instead letting it slide up your slick folds, and tap against your clit. You nearly jolt at the touch, yet again tasting bliss, even if it is in mere drops. He repeats the action, and you sob, digging your nails into his shoulders. Maybe you’re the one leaving marks now, but you don’t care. Eye for an eye you can say, in retrospect.

“You’re so wet.” He can’t stop looking into your glistening core. He also can hear it, the squelching sounds echoing at his every movement. He knows you can too, that it calms your nerves, though they act up for different reasons. “All this for me?”

Unfortunately, you are late to realize he doesn’t take your moans for an answer. You can’t help it, you are unable to form words. Even if you gather the strength, they die out at your throat, especially under his piercing look. Fuck, he loves how cockdumb you’ve become for him.

He takes pity on you then, dropping his cock to briefly rest on your opening, and forces his fat tip in.

Your back arches, a throaty sound filling the room. He shushes right next to your ear, in an effort to calm you down as he slips the rest in. It is as if you’re taking him the first time, like you weren’t riding him moments ago.

“Fuck-“ That’s the only reaction, the only answer he needs. You fall back into the sheets, the first time he rolls his hips, and sets a new rhythm, a slow one to kindle the flame once more. Your hair probably getting tangled from the way it’s rubbing against the sheets, and your legs are split wide open. You feel every vein and ridge moving against your walls, the slight resistance disappearing in no time. His chest brushes against yours, and combined with the warmth of his breath, so close to yours, it’s easy to let go of your worries.

This is why you ended up here.

“Faster!” While he already feels great, it’s not the exact pattern to provide that sweet release, not in the timeframe you hoped.

“I want this to last, dear.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. A part of it due to irritation. Being subjected to that response before, he snickers to see you’re still you, even when you’re literally fucked out of your mind. As he does so, his lips skim yours. You take it, greedily, one hand first on his neck to ensure he stays, then to his unruly tress, aspiring to compel him into the middle ground. That earns you a few groans, yes, but his will doesn’t seem to falter even a little bit.

Perseverance, is a mutual quality, as you already know.

You slowly release the grip you have on his head, emphasis on slowly. It goes unnoticed, thanks to your timely bite, the same assault he once carried out. You don’t waste the access to his tongue, sucking on it. You’re not sure if his moans are increased in number, or if it feels more because you swallow every single one of them, but the fact that his beard starts to prick your cheeks harder gives you an idea.

Your free hand falls into sheets and slithers across the length of your body. Just a little more- you’re almost about to touch your –

His fingers wrap around your wrist instantly, dragging it up, a little further away from your face. You twist your neck, a wail coming out as you reject his kiss.

Only to be met by the sight of that said fingers running up your palm, and interlock themselves among yours.

Your breath hitches, for reasons unknown to you.

“Ah- ah -ah.” He tuts, though there’s not a hint of disappointment in his voice. “What kind of a gentleman would I be if I let you do all the work?”

You can’t believe one physical contact, and his words, are enough to carry you to that previous peak. Your pussy contracts around him, beyond your control, an indication of your closeness, nothing compared to before.

“Ngh- that’s it.” He encourages, “Just relax and take it.” That’s more sincerity than you’ve ever heard from him.

It goes on and on for a while, him doing exactly what he promised to do, and fulfilling his wishes in the process. He already knows this could go on ‘til morning, and he still wouldn’t be completely satisfied, longing for your presence the second he leaves the bed. Still, he continues, pushing himself to his limit, and that’s getting quite harder when you clamp on him that hard. He feels his cock leaking, begging for that sweet end.

When his arm that’s not supporting his weight travels down, caressing your hip before pressing his thumb to your clit, finally, you reward it with a whisper of his name, a sound he won’t dare to forget. Your back arches impossibly higher, and he has to lean back, abandoning his other hold.

Your limb stays in the spot he left it.

He curses at the realization, perhaps its effect mirroring yours when he first initiated the contact. Fuck, how are you so perfect? He snaps his hips harder, and circles his thumb, feeling it throb.

“Obi Wan-I’m c-“

He loves how your words are cut with the need to scream that you gulp down, only resigned to breathing as your face contorts with pleasure. “Cum for me, love.”

Your moans blend into each other, as he cannot stay still at the feeling of your walls squeezing him so tight. He holds your trembling thigh, fondling the soft flesh, adoring the way it spills from his grip. He doesn’t stop ‘til they settle again once more, and even a little longer than that, pulling out in the last minute to cover your belly with his spend.

That act keeps you from turning to your side, and feeds the desire to hug the sheets, a soft but firm ground for your senses to return. You're not complainant of it anyways, you have a far better view in front of you, defined muscles undulating with each heavy breath, glistening due to the light coat of sweat covering them, lips puffy and slightly flushed with blood, as well as his cheeks. You always thought he was devilishly handsome, but this, this is something else. The world should consider itself lucky, or it would bend to his will just from his looks. Or unlucky, for the honor is bestowed upon a handful of people.

He believes he's blessed with the sight upon him, too. Still holding onto your thigh, he delights in spontaneous tremors that possess it. If he looks closely, he's sure he can see the faint mark he left. Your hair is sprawled around, much in contrast to the delicate up-dos you and every noblewoman fashioned, its most natural form, and the intimacy of it definitely causes a small breakdown. You belong in a painting, depicting goddesses and nymphs, a grace outside the limits of time and culture. Your droopy lids and tired pull at the corners of your mouth fill his chest with pride and more adoration, like after his every successful attempt to elicit a reaction from you. It happens often, thanks to the understanding that grows between the two of you, but every example is still treasured in in his mind.

“Well, I don’t know any better way to spend the night.”

You giggle. “I agree.”

“We should’ve done this before.”

Your lifted brows are the perfect answer. Like it’s that easy.

But he has a point, too.

In the comfortable silence, he gets up from bed, a sigh at the roar coming from downstairs, drowning the music. That’s still going, huh? You watch as he wets the nearest towel, and returns, cleaning the mess with unexpected gentleness that it almost tickles. There’s no aim to steal one more touch at his movements, no personal gain except an easy conscience, and even that is a stretch because it’s most natural to him, his understanding of tenderness.

“Well, thank you, sir.” You sit up, with a yawn, and scooch backward to your pillows as he retreats to give himself the same treatment. “And my nightgown, please.” You point to it, and amusingly follow his subtle headshake, and efforts to hand it over. He hesitates for a second at the last minute, considering rebellion, a last joke. You see it, and snatch the fabric from his grip before he can tighten it. He can feel it sliding over his skin, the light material flying. You slip it on, aware of his voyeur. with a victorious smile cut too short as exhaustion creeps into your bones. You’re no different, in any case, settling into the fluffy pillows, curiously examining each piece of clothing he puts on from afar, the unwritten rule of his habits, his hidden glances at your mirror in a feeble pursuit to tame his messy hair. You’re willing to be charged guilty for that.

He stalls, though, you can feel it after a while, around the time sleep clouds your vision. How could anyone blame him for not wanting to leave, carve your picture to his mind, and calm his yet again straining cock at it?

“You should be going. Servants are going to be wandering these corridors for orders, soon.” Your heart winces at the warning, because he's not the type to need it, or disregard you to put you at any risk. But your cognation runs thin, and he needs to know the dangers he might face.

"True. Right. You're correct." Is that a stutter? "Good night, my lady."

"Good night, Lord Kenobi.

"Glad to be of help in stretching your legs."

The cushion falls short to exactly hit him, but the sentiment is clear.

In the morning, you uncover the reasons behind his diversion.

Bastard signed every slot in your dance card.

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan smut #star wars fanfiction #my pen #smut #fluff #fanfiction #fics #obi wan kenobi imagine #star wars imagine #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan smut

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donelywell · 3 months

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I love your at so much!! It’s so soft! But what do you mean by ‘Hedgefox’? You mentioned it a couple of times but there’s no explanation on the page?

Thank you! And I'm glad you asked! >:D (I'm basically waiting for people to ask for this stuff, or else I'm just gonna hold it until I eventually post it way later down the line)

The HedgeFox is this AU's equivalent of the Werehog, but since wolves are HUGE, I changed the species to a Werefox (plus Sonic and Tails being the same species is an adorable bonus).

He wasn't cursed by Dark Gaia when the world split apart, he was just born a were-being.

(super rough idea of what the different moons do to his appearance)

I go on a super babble-fest, so there's an entire rant below the cut.

When a Super Moon (3-4 times a year) appears, Sonic's HedgeFox form increases from 56 cm to 65 cm to reflect the roughly 14% increase the moon appears to be then and becomes 'super charged' in a sense.

He becomes super paranoid and overstimulated when it's a Super Moon, thinking goes into more primal instincts, with him calling Tails his 'cub' even.

A Super Moon to a were-being in this universe is a nightmare, but it gives you plenty of time to realize what's about to happen so you can find a spot to hide (kind of to protect others, but mostly to protect yourself from the sensory overload you're about to face).

The cycle of a Full moon takes place in normally 3 nights in a row once a month.

Night 1, Transform. Day 1, Revert to normal. Night 2, Transform. Day 2, Revert to normal. Night 3, Transform. Day 3, Revert to normal until next full moon cycle.

But for a Super Moon, it goes a little differently.

Night 1, Transform. Day 1, Stay in form. Night 2, Super Moon Further Transform. Day 2, Revert to Normal Full Moon Form. Night 3, Stay in form. Day 3, Finally Revert normal until next full moon cycle.

Yep, they remain in the Full Moon form even during the day when it's a Super Moon, it saves them energy from going straight from their base form to their Super Moon form.

Their power is basically doubled on a Super Moon, but that just leads to them being incredibly paranoid that they'll harm someone they care about by accident.

During a Super Moon, Sonic cannot release Tails. He seriously tries, knowing that he's being overprotective, but his mind is too clouded with worry that he can't even begin to fight it (not really that Tails minds, it does though worry him that his dad is going through so much in his mind and all he can do to help is just be in his arms). After Knuckles joins the party, they learn that he can finally release Tails if Knuckles is nearby, but he still has to keep a sharp eye on the kit.

A Micro Moon is a lot more simple. Due to how far the moon is, they can actually choose whether or not to transform into the were-being, but it's 14% smaller and half as strong as normal.

Ehem- uh, sorry for the rambling. I really like the Werehog and well, since this is my AU, I can make it stay. >:) It probably doesn't make any sense, sorry about that.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the werehog #dadnic #roadtrip!sonic au #I've wanted to ramble about this for a WHILE now haha

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ladyelissarose · 1 year

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“Kiss it.”

“What?”

“I said kiss it.”

Ghost scrunched his face up at the sound of your whining to the point of almost crying, he then looked down at your extended hand and saw the large, deep cut on your hand. Crimson colored blood trickled down from the top of your hand to your palm, your fingers were also covered in it as well, as it had spread everywhere quickly. That had appeared there after you got your hands through shards of glass from a broken window to reach a device Ghost needed on the other side. He said he could reach it, but you stubbornly didn’t want to see him in pain, (though he told you he had seen worse) but that didn’t mean you wanted him to experience it again. So before he could move to do such you stuck your hand inside. Meaning it was technically your fault for not letting Ghost reach through it with his tactical-gloved hand. As usual, Ghost was just going to scoff it off and walk away, that’s who he was most of the time anyways. As a Ghost, he was soulless, emotionless and couldn’t give a damn about your carelessness and the consequences of it. But that was until he heard your small sniff, causing him to hold his breath and look at your face. He never heard that sound come out of your lips because of him, it was always either, ‘Yes Sir’- ‘Copy LT’ - ‘Got Your Back’- oh and your famous one, ‘Mind over matter, I don’t mind and you don’t matter’. You were tough and a badass, cussed like a sailor and laughed at the sad parts in films. (And enjoyed telling dark jokes to Soap) So his heart just about busted or slipped a beat, as he confusingly beheld your rosy cheeks, pouty lips, and large crocodile tears beginning to grow in your eyes. Something he’s never seen before.

‘oh fuck.’

Slowly your hand began to retract back but it was stopped by a firm grasp to your wrist, keeping it in place. Slowly with fear of pain or rejection your eyes carefully searched Ghost’s, to only find him sending you a small but sweet smile. Your breath hitch at the realization of seeing the bottom half of his face, to which you’ve never seen. An old scar laid across his chapped lips, he had a light stubble, barely covering what looked like old burned scars along his jawline. It was beautiful though, like when a tree stands through fire and still looks uniquely beautiful, with its missing branches, you know, the scars and all.

“Ehem.”

‘Shit I didn’t mean to stare!’

Ghost caught your staring and you turned beet red at the realization of acting totally ridiculous in his sights, causing you to plead,

“oh sorry-“

*kiss*

‘oh.’

*kissssssssss*

And there Ghost- no Simon, held his lips, lingering the kiss, as if he had magical powers to heal the wound and make it all go away, and deep down, you believed he could. It felt like a heavenly eternity, feeling the warmth of his lips pressed against your hand, knowing when he took and let out every breath as it made the small hairs on your hand stand, and sending an electric spark up your spine.

*pop!*

*peck*

Simon hummed with satisfaction as he glanced at your hand one last time before looking for your eyes to seek approval. He took what was your look of adoration as maybe you being displeased, he was quick to stutter.

“will- do you.. do you think it’ll heal? I’m sorry-“

Your hand landed over your heart as you cried sympathetically,

“Oh Simon, I’m sure it will. Feels better actually-“

“really?”

“really- oh! My cut left you a mess-“

His hand grabbed yours as you had reached out to use your thumb to swipe off the blood your cut had left on his once, clean lips, but he refused.

“Leave it... the time blood is ever on my hands- or on me anywhere is when I’ve shed it for my j-job. Let me have this one time to say I’m painted red because I can kiss every drop to make it better. p-please.”

‘Awe goodness..’

“Si.”

Your words came out like a whisper, something light that could be carried away by the wind, but Simon grasped it like it was air, and took it in as he begged,

“can I kiss it again?”

You nodded confidently and witnessed his eyes gleam with relief as you voiced,

“Please... until we’re both healed.”

His brown orbs looked down at you as he very well towered over you, but he didn’t look scary or intimidating, as his eyes held love and faith within as he thought about your words with your hand against his lips once again, one hand was holding your hip tightly. He did this to ground his mind to let him know it was all real. He then opened his lips and promised with hope for the both of you, regardless of how the past betrayed you two, with old scars to prove it... or what fate was like in the future, what and where would new wounds appear...

“We’ll heal.”

#simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley #ghost simon riley #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x you #ghost call of duty #ghost angst #ghost fluff #call of duty #call of duty ww2

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trappednyourheart · 19 days

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I'm so braindead( not actually ) and my stupid ass made an prompt

HERE TO PRESENT

Haunted mansion!

( It's Sam's idea! Shush shut up!)

It's the Halloween day and Sam's plan was to make a haunted mansion! The school had like some kind Halloween charity and every student of Casper high had to participate because of Fruit loops!-..ehem the Mayor of Amity Park for charity ( he's going to overshadowed someone to be more rich isn't he?)

And what's more perfect for a half dead teen vigilante, a goth girl, a tech geek (if I spelled that right? Oh Ancients I've been in this community and I don't even know tucker much!?💀) to participate? Much more! There going to held it at the most crimiest ( if that's a word?) city in the world!

GOTHAM!

Yeah lady Gotham was kinda strict but just those cute puppy eyes from the trio and especially from his Majesty ( Yes it's Danny ghost king au? But much more secretive) so she did let them know a few rules

* they can kick jokers ass

*be low as possible from the radar of her dark knights (cough*‼️ furries‼️*cough*)

*and have fun,

* and also can his Majesty like take that nasty shit of ectoplasm away from her red knight

Danny: ( oh yeah sure!)

Lady Gotham: ( that's so kind of you, your majesty 😇 *blinks*blinks*)

So they set up the haunted mansion from a literally haunted mansion, the old couple who own the place back 1988 was very nice and goodheartedly, let them use there home to make it a haunted mansion. ( Which was funny cause it was haunted, well it's the king! Who wouldn't disagree with those kind eyes, unlike some guy *coughs* Pariah Dark *coughs* I swear i have asthma)

It was going great! Street kids were in line, men, women, children, they were having a blast from this new haunted mansion, when it's Halloween, the crimes would go higher more and the bats and birds would patrol much more...

Well someone had to ruin it- meet The JOKER! and let the rules progress much faster, so let's kick his Ass!

*cue the situation, you can imagine what happen,I'm like so tired that I don't have the time to make a whole ass fight scene*

So that's how the Bats and The Bee$- I mean Bats and the Birds- I mean sorry- the Bats find out a very beat-up and full of bites marks,( there clearly sure might have a been a dog,) and floating in the air, and is being shredded by zombies staff mascots that look so high as fuck in Lazarus pits effect (Danny duplicates DUH🙄)

And a certain crime lord laughing his ass off, cheering them!

-JOKERS FUCKING DEAD!

#yeah i made this like...midnight or some time #batfam #dcxdp #jason todd #danny fenton #batman #danny phantom #dc x dp #ghost king danny #dcxdp prompt #dcdp #dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #dc #jokers fucking dead! i mean he should be...Yeah ok im so tired and i just wanted ti kike mke it mjdjnyeagmgoodnught

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anonymous-yandere-writer · 4 days

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hello !! please delete / ignore if this validates your rules !! ^ __ ^

Platonic Yandere Malleus & child [name] . .

and [name] may or may not be a brat . . and probably failing school ( it’s college so no wonder !!)

preferably he / him prns but you can do whatever :] thank you !! there’s just not enough platonic yanderes in twstfandom . .

Of course! I'd be more than happy to this. The platonic yandere is a trope thats very unexplored, so I'd love to do one! Thanks for the Ask!

Anon-Yan💌.‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Platonic Yandere Malleus

So since there were no specifics on who reader might be [Just that reader is Malleus's Child] let's just say that reader is Malleus's adopted child, but is still Fae. Just not a draconic fae.

Malleus as Yandere father is super-overprotective. The phrase "Helicopter Parent" Doesn't even begin to describe this man.

Maybe it was due all of the neglect he suffered through as a child, but this man absolutely refuse to give you any sort of privacy or space. Even as a teenager.

He just hates the idea of you feeling lonely so he spends practically every second he can with you, even at you're own expense.

Malleus is also petrified of losing you, Lillia is closing in on his own death, Silver never had very long compared to Malleus, and Sebek is half human, meaning he will never live as long as Malleus.

You're the only other family he has aside from his grandmother, he's not letting you go easily.

Malleus is one of those people who can't help but spoil their children, he'd hate to start yelling at his precious baby.

Maybe all that spoiling is how you got the way you are. Entitled and bratty.

When you first started going to school Malleus would get complaints from teachers on just how terrible you would be to the other kids.

But he refused to believe his precious baby was so awful. Especially when you started [fake] crying, saying that the teachers and other students here were mean to you.

"How dare you accuse my child of such terrible acts! My child would never do such a thing. They are nothing but a sweetheart. If I ever hear such a blatant lie fall from your lips ever again, the consequences will result in your immediate execution. Understand?"

Those poor teachers man.

Malleus babies you so much it isn't until Lillia, Silver, Sebek, and his grandmother hold an intervention that he'll start being a little hard on you.

But even then, if you start crying he'll back down.

It's ironic that somebody so strong breaks so easily at the slightest little swell of your tear-ducts.

Life goes on like this for a long time, with you causing trouble and Malleus brushing it off like it's nothing.

It isn't until you're a teenager and enrolled in Night Raven College that you finally cross the line.

"Mr. Draconia, I don't what it is but your child seems hellbent on becoming one of the worst students this school has ever seen!", Crowley exclaims, "Just last week they destroyed on of Diasomnia's numerous gargoyles! Even with my genius expertise, I can't keep them under control."

You keep your arms crossed and blow a peice of hair out of your face. 'That crow is still yapping.' You think to yourself, annoyed about having to listen to some lousy headmaster blab on and on about how you were sooooo terrible. As if the guy really thought that the Malleus Draconia would ever listen to his bullshit.

Dad always took your side, any second now that crow would finally shut his mouth and your dad would finally get you out of this dump.

Crowley jumps in his seat when a strike of thunder hits outside. 'There it is.' Dad always hated it when people accused you. The frown on your face lightens to a devious smirk.

"Ehem.", Crowley tries to regain his composure, "I believe if they're behavior doesn't change I'll have to expel them."

Thats when Malleus finally snaps, but he doesn't make it clear to you, or Crowley. But God is he pissed. He's spent all this time babying and treating you like the little royal he knows you should be, but look at you! Nothing but a troublemaker with no respect for anyone or anything around you. Has he really failed as father this badly?

You know what? It doesn't matter anymore, cause guess what? He's no longer going to baby you, you're almost an adult for sevens sake! And you've got the intelligence of two year old.

"That's fine, Headmaster Crowley." He says, trying to keep his demeanor calm despite the now raging storm outside. "I think it's best that from now on I start home-schooling them anyways."

His curls his fists into his lap.

"Thank you for your time, we'll be getting Their things now and removing them from campus. Have a good day Crowley." And with that he grabs you by the wrist and yanks you out of the room.

He didn't even let you grab your things, he just pulled you to the mirror and sent both of you back to Briar Valley. Once there, he continues pulling you around by your arm until he gets to one of old dungeon cells put high up in a tower. There he finally lets you go by throwing you in. When you try to ask why he's doing this he shushes you with his glare. Pointed and sharp.

He may be father, but he's not going to play nice.

He takes a deep breathe, a crackle of green thunder booms from outside the old brick walls of the castle, before he speaks up.

"You disappoint me. I have given you nothing but love and generosity in the hopes that you would turn out as a kind, loving, and respectful person."

You're at a loss for words as you try to say something, anything, but he glares at you once more and shushes you.

"You are a member of the Draconia Family. There are rules and guidelines we must follow, we can not go around acting like brats and destroying anything we like. And until you adhere to those simple rules, you will no longer be treated as a royal.", His tone was sharper than the deadliest knife. And his words made you more scared of your father than you'd ever been before.

"Your time will be spent either studying or cleaning. In your down time you will be making your food and no servant will be tending to you. Do you understand?" You could only nod dumbly as actual tears welled in your eyes. The sight made him grimace.

"..I love you my dear, but you are a Draconia. And you need to start acting like it." He said, almost as though he was trying to comfort you. Before turning on his heel and walking down the winding steps out of the tower.

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nonbinarydeity · 2 years

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GUYS!!!!! I DID IT!! I PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER, AND I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT MANIFESTING IS AND HOW TO DO IT NOW!!!!!!!

Ehem. Sorry. I'm very excited at the moment. Without further Ado, here is my epiphany from today!! As always, these are just my personal opinions, so take what resonates and leave the rest ❤️

The 4D is one part of reality. That is to say, imagination is an entire half of our experience. The other half of our experience is, of course, the physical reality, or 3D. This makes up one portion of US; I call it our awareness, and it is also called our consciousness. The other part of us is the part that remembers everything, known as the subconscious mind in the community.

The subconscious mind is often referred to as the creator of our reality, and in reality the subconscious mind is just as much a part of us as our imagination and our actual physical reality. Basically, the subconscious is our god state, higher self, etc. When we access it directly, we get into the void state, where we are pure consciousness, with no awareness.

So okay, we are consciousness and the subconscious, but what does that MEAN? The answer is so simple, and it's something repeated time and time again: you create your reality ENTIRELY. Every single thing (and this includes bad things like trauma, more on that in a sec) is created by your mind, because you aren't just awareness, you are also reality itself. The subconscious mind is everything and nothing (the void). It remembers everything but sees nothing, instead it reflects what happens in your mind onto the outside experience. Meanwhile, the conscious mind is the one that feeds the subconscious its information; it is the part that actually thinks. This is why changing your thoughts or your imagination or affirming or scripting WORKS. It's because you are BOTH the creator AND the creation.

Basically, our perception of reality and our perception of our thoughts is one part of us as a whole being. The other half of us is reality itself, every single possibility, waiting for us to tell us what is true so it can create that experience. That is why we can manifest. It also explains eiypo, because everyone and everything IS you: reality is literally created by your thoughts.

Okay, now onto explain why bad things aren't your fault, but first we need to understand that our mind tries to protect us from fully realizing our potential. Even as babies we were master manifestors, and as children we are better at manifesting because we have less limiting beliefs, so our mind needs to create barriers to protect us, because otherwise we would create our realities and possibly get hurt. Also, what child is ready to realize the responsibility that comes with this?

So, the mind plays a clever little trick on us, and separates our conscious and our subconscious minds, thus creating the effect of reality being your thoughts filtered by your EGO, which is basically you but without the knowledge that you are literally the creator of everything.

The good news is, you can TOTALLY bypass this whole thing by purposely affirming and ignoring what your senses are telling you. The subconscious mind is separated from your awareness, so it only has your neuron pathways to go by (basically the pathways created by your consistent thoughts), and it takes the information from those pathways and converts it into reality. Most of the time, reality is fixed, because most people don't know that they can control it, but once you find out how to, you can create these same pathways by just believing in something.

I like to refer to reality as being an elaborate scheme by your brain to make you not realize you're a god lmao.

So basically, until you learn to control it, this process of manifestation is controlled by the ego, and not by you directly. Because of this, you manifested/ created your trauma, along with everything else, but it is NEVER your fault that bad things happen until you FULLY realize your highest self, at which point you will have total control over your reality.

So how do you realize your highest self? It's really easy really! Just think how you normally do AS YOUR GOD SELF. Know that you have everything you want, because you are EVERY possibility, reality, circumstance, person, etc. Everything is you, everything comes from you, and nothing will ever stop that, so use it wisely.

Did I explain this well enough? It's kinda all over the place but I REALLY hope it makes sense because this is literally my thoughts in the god state. Good luck everyone!!

#law of assumption #master manifestor #law of attraction #living in the end #manifestation #manifest #manifesting #self concept affirmations #loassumption #loa

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 months

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It's not a never.

Pairings: Eddie x fem!best friend Plus size reader

A/N: Happy Sunday loves. Here I present the final part in this series. It's a bit steamy if you ask me. So ready your naughty bits. As always thanks for reading. Please feel free to share and comment your thoughts. It really gives me a boost of dopamine that I crave. So anything is awesome. Kay love ya. Byyyyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A huge thank you and credit to the original posters and artists.

Word count: 3,824

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Angst, language, sexual implications, sexual situations, p&v, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex and mentions of alcohol use. Not proof read

Part 4: Right now

Summary: Time goes by. But feelings still remain.

The farewell was in fact unbearable. It hurt Eddie like hell. But what hurt the most was a year after. College life became hectic for you. Which caused letters and phone calls to lessen.

Then the guys got a big break. It was a small record label with very little rapport. But it was one he had a good feeling about. They made a deal for one full album and a few shows to promote it.

It was a very busy year that turned into two. Then three.

Before any of them knew it, they were playing sold out shows.

Things were working out. His dreams were coming true. But he never forgot about that girl with the sweet little smile. Though it has been some time since he saw it. He was fortunate enough to see it again one summer night in that third year.

The band was performing at one of their favorite places one hot night. They loved it because it was on a rooftop. Where they could see most of the city.

Tonight though, Eddie could only focus on the pretty girl with the small smile he almost forgot if it weren't for the prom picture he kept in his wallet.

The second the set was over, he jumped off the stage and ran to you. Obviously dodging the groupies and fans asking for autographs.

You yelped when he embraced you. Surprised when he picked you up a little.

“ Oh shit! I can't believe this!” He said when he planted you back down.

You giggled. “Hi Eddie.”

He leaned back a little and grinned like crazy. “ When did-” He was cut off by the rest of his buddies.

He took a few steps back to let everyone have their turn with you. To be honest he needed the minute to get over the shock of seeing you.

One thing led to another and you guys went out for drinks then ended up back at their apartment.

The whole night you guys were hanging off each other. Loving glances were shared and every word you said sounded like a love spell to him. And that didn't end when it was just you two.

Everyone else went to bed and he wasn't tired at all. So why end the night? Who knows when he was gonna see you again.

“ Ehem. So Eddie?” You said, putting your half empty glass on the coffee table. “ How many times do I have to squeeze your thigh to get you to kiss me?”

He laughed nervously.

You gave him a sexy sly grin. “ Common I've been flirting with you all night.”

He cleared his throat and smirked while you moved closer to him. It was true. You were flirting. He was too. And he shouldn't have.

You reached up to move his bangs to the side. After you rested your hand much closer to his genitals.

He quickly put a hand on yours. Just in case you decided to touch him further. “ Ummm…” he mumbled and met your beautiful eyes.

If things were different, he wouldn't question a damn thing and take you right here and now. Maybe even on the floor and the kitchen counter. Definitely fuck you in the shower and again on his bed. But he couldn't.

He exhaled. “ I'm kinda seeing someone.”

You practically jumped back. Pulling your hand away in the process. He could see how red you were getting from embarrassment.

“ Crap! Ed- I'm…uhhhh I'm sorry. I should go.”

You stood up and without thinking he grabbed your arm and stood up too.

“ No! I mean. Please don't go.”

You looked at him and shook your head. “ No I should. I've embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime.”

You tried to go but he gently pulled you back and cupped the sides of your face.

“ Common kid. Don't be embarrassed. I was flirting too.” He hung his head a little. “ I shouldn't have but…it's you.”

He felt your warm soft hands on his. Making him meet your eyes.

“ Eddie I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come and -”

“ No. You did nothing wrong. It was me. I should've said I was seeing someone sooner…but seriously, don't go. I-I've missed you…So fuckin much.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “ Okay. But you have to sit on the other side of the couch.”

He dropped his hands and held onto yours. “ Yeah, or I'm gonna have to make a phone call and become single.”

Your eyes widened. “ I'm flattered, but probably don't do that.”

You both grinned at one another before returning to the couch. Talking until the sun came up.

For Eddie it was heartbreaking saying goodbye to you that next morning. You were still that funny, sweet, affectionate girl from highschool. You were still the person he could talk to for hours without a care in the world. And he remembered the love that he still had for you.

What he learned last night was that you were so busy with school that you didn't have time to date. He also found out that college was much harder than you thought it was gonna be. So hard that you changed your major twice.

Eventually, you found something you really saw yourself doing. Career wise that is. And he was happy for you. Just like how you were happy for him and the guys.

Still, there was still something between you two. Something he wished he could explore. Something that just flowed with you. It was as if you guys picked up from where you left off.

It irked him. It bothered him so much that he actually opened up to his girlfriend about it.

At first she was quiet, then she got pissed. Eventually, she calmed down and broke up with him. And to be honest it didn't really affect him that much. Sure he liked her. She was fun to be around. But after talking to you, he realized he never had a decent conversation with her. It was just partying and sex mostly.

It wasn't her fault though. It was him. He never cared to open up to anyone besides his friends. Maybe it was because he thought no one would understand or get him. Get his quirks or quips. They probably wouldn't get his music tastes or like his nerdy side. Or maybe he didn't want anyone to. Perhaps it was because he still had hope for you. Hope that was instilled in him over the best pancakes in the world.

Either way it would be another 4 years until he would see you again.

…

Jeff was getting married. To Connie, in Hawkins. Everyone was invited and Eddie, Gareth and Grant were his groomsmen. They were all his best men cuz he couldn't choose one.

Which was such a grueling task. Helping with the wedding and planning a bachelor party took up a lot of time.

But besides all that, Eddie was looking forward to seeing one guest. One very important guest. The pretty girl he's been corresponding to for the past four years.

He got in touch after you left New York. And kept up contact. He didn't want to disconnect again. Lose you again.

Though nothing was ever said about getting together, he anticipated that after the wedding he was gonna leave with you. Finally getting to that right now you had mentioned seven years ago.

He was near the entrance of the church, saying his hellos with the rest of the wedding party when he saw you.

Everything around him seemed to slow down as you exited the car and fixed your royal blue dress. You looked around and smiled at the people you knew. Then you went to help your mom out of the car.

He absolutely could not look away. You were a knockout. Absolutely gorgeous.

What were the chances he could sneak you out of the party and make love somewhere? Maybe he could convince you to leave early.

He suddenly felt a jab in the ribs.

“ Ouch! What the fu-” he groaned as he looked at Gareth who was nodding towards Jeff's grandma. “ Oh right!” He uttered, holding out his elbow for her. “ Hello there young lady, I am to escort you to your VIP spot.”

She hit him with an ohh you and took his arm. He looked back to see if he could catch your eye. But it wasn't until the ceremony that he did.

With a big smile you lifted your hand. Giving him a little wave. He smirked and looked down. Continuing down the aisle.

Damn! He thought. He really wanted you to be a part of the wedding party.

Originally you were, but you had just started a new job and couldn't get away for rehearsals or any planning. So you opted to only be a guest. Which sucked for him because now he had to look at the happy couple instead of staring at you.

Once he got to the altar he met your gaze again. He knew he must look crazy grinning the way he was. But he didn't care. The girl he was in love with was in the same town, at the same place he was. And he was gonna make sure he left with you.

The vows and I do’s were said and the pastor gave the bride and groom the go ahead for a kiss.

Eddie looked over at you and you had tears of joy falling from your eyes. He pulled out his handkerchief and took a few steps towards you. Asking for the person sitting in front of you to hand it off.

You blushed and wiped the tears away while he went back to his spot. Gareth nudged him, but he didn't care. He had to make sure you were good.

At this point he would do anything for you. He would give anything to be with you. He'd say anything and everything he could just to see you smile. And for a second he pictured what his life would be like with you.

Applause broke out and he clapped along as Jeff and Connie walked back down the aisle together. Once they were at the end, the guys and bridesmaids followed.

He looked at you again and you were talking to your dad. However, you met his eyes as he passed and mouthed a thank you.

He nodded and planned on circling back around so that he could get to you. Unfortunately, he had to go in the limo as soon as they walked out.

Apparently word mysteriously got out that Jeff was getting married. So there were paparazzi and a handful of fans waiting outside the chapel.

It was a good thing that they had security on standby just in case this happened.

Everyone was escorted into the car and rushed off.

Jeff was pissed but Connie calmed him down. Saying that to not let it ruin their day.

Eddie smiled to himself. He was happy for his friend. Jeff had found the girl he was meant to be with. Even with the band getting bigger and the crazy schedules. One of his best friends got to spend the rest of his life with someone who calmed him. Who accepted him for all that he is and truly made him happy.

Eddie was a little envious of it. Still, he was completely overjoyed for his buddy.

He wanted that. More than anything, he wanted you. So it was his prerogative to be with you.

Everyone had to show their invitations to get into the dance hall. But once in, the music was going and drinks were being served.

Eddie waited patiently by the door. Nearly jumping up and down. Excited to finally get to talk to you.

While giving security your invitation you locked eyes with him and smiled from ear to ear.

You looked away for a second then followed your parents in.

He said hello to everyone as they made their way down the line to the newly Weds. Finally it was your dad's turn. They shook hands and your mom was next.

“ Why hello there, gorgeous. You are a vision.”

Victoria blushed and gave him a playful smack. “ Stop it.”

He laughed and gave her a hug.

At last, it was your turn.

“ Hi Eddie.”

He stood there with his lips together and an eyebrow raised. Giving you his flirtatious smile. “ Hi baby.”

You tilted your head to the side and raised both brows. “ Baby?”

He beamed at you and grabbed your hand. Pulling you closer to him. “ Yeah. You're my baby girl now.”

Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a long warm hug. Rocking you from side to side. Making you laugh.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Alright Munson, you're holding up the line.”

You pulled away but he didn't want to let you go. He gave your hand one last squeeze before releasing it. His eyes never left you as you finally made it down to Jeff and Connie.

He smiled as you took Connie's hand and twirled her around. Clearly admiring how beautiful she looked in her gown. Then you gave her hug. Moving on to the groom. He chuckled seeing you and Jeff do your nerdy handshake before hugging.

Afterwards, everyone sat down to eat. Eddie of course didn't want to sit with the rest of the party. Not while you were just a few feet away. He grabbed his plate and his beer and went to sit next to you.

“ Eddie…Connie's is gonna kill you.” You warned.

He looked up at the head table and saw Jeff and Connie just enamored with each other. Not really paying attention to anything or anyone else but each other for that matter.

He put a hand on the back of your chair and scooted closer. “ I don't think they care.”

He watched you as you glanced at your friends and smiled.

“ Awww I love them.”

He reached up and moved your hair behind your shoulder. Causing you to look at him. “ Want to get out of here?”

You jerked your head back. “ Dude! It's our best friend's wedding.”

As the night progressed you guys were practically inseparable. You danced, drank, and talked. It was as if nothing had changed between you two. He made you laugh and you made him nervous.

It felt right.

Even the approving nods he got from his friends and family assured him this was it. He could do this with you.

Your parents were about ready to leave a couple hours later and you along with them. What could he do to get you to stay?

“ I-I can get you a ride home later if you want.” He offered.

You shook your head. “ No, I have some work to do so I better get going.”

He frowned. “ But we hardly got to hang out.”

You looked down, clearly to him, trying to think of something. When he came up with something first.

“ I uhh I should probably try and find a hotel for tonight.”

You met his eyes with yours. “ Why?”

He nudged his head towards the door. Where there were paparazzi hanging out with cameras at the ready. “ I was gonna stay with my uncle, but I don't want those guys to bother him.”

“O-oh… ummm well you know my parents still have the pull out in the basement. I could...if you want, I could sneak you out? But what about everyone else?”

He shrugged. To hell with them for the night. “ They're adults, they can figure out something I'm sure.”

You softly laughed. “ Alright. How about you go out the service entrance and we’ll circle around for you?”

He smirked. “ Let's go.”

He was laying there in his boxers trying to figure out how to sneak past your parents room and get into your bedroom. Sure it was probably a stupid idea to try and have sex while your parents were across the hall. However he needed you. He craved your lips, and your warmth. He wanted your body next to his.

So he decided to grab something to drink, then see if your parents had gone to bed.

What he found was even better.

You were in the kitchen grabbing a Popsicle. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and tube socks.

When you turned around you jumped. “ Eddie!” You half whispered.

He grinned. “ Sorry baby. Was thirsty.”

He went for a glass to pour himself some tap water. Paying attention to your movements. You had gone to sit at the table and started sucking on the ice cream. All the while reading a manuscript.

He gulped down his drink and went to sit next to you. Pulling the chair as close to you as possible.

You did your best to ignore him and his advances. But the way he played with your hair made you shift closer to him.

You had gotten so overcome by his light touch on your thigh that you squeezed your legs shut. You then flipped the page you were working on and licked the Popsicle that was melting all over your hand. Some of the sweet syrup dripped down your chin. And before you could wipe it away he grabbed your hand with one arm and lightly held your chin between his index finger and thumb with the other. He then licked a fat strip from the underside of your chin up to your bottom lip.

He smirked to himself hearing your breath hitch. He had you right where he wanted.

He stood up and grabbed your hand. Stealing your sweet treat and finishing it off before leading you down to the basement. Of course locking the door behind you.

When he got you on the bed, he finally took that kiss he'd been dying for all day and everyday for the past seven years

Wet and needy. Tongues dancing together. Exploring tenaciously. With hands doing the same.

He started needing your breast and was surprised by something hard. Curious, he went under the shirt and felt two small metal balls on either side of your hardened nipple.

He groaned against your lips. “ Fuck baby. I like this.”

You laughed softly and whispered. “ I knew you would.”

He grinned while he played with your piercing. After a bit he kissed his way down your body until he reached your underwear. But instead of taking them off. He moved the damp cloth to the side and spread you a part.

He was addicted as soon as his tongue touched you. The sweet, sweet nectar that poured from you drove him mindless. But even more so feeling your hand get lost in his curls as the other covered your mouth. Trying to conceal your pleasure.

He stared up at you, enjoying your contorted face as he sucked and licked and swallowed like there was no tomorrow.

Then he added fingers. Doing a come hither motion. Wasn't long after that. Your body trembled as an orgasm hit. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Coating them generously with your wetness.

He waited patiently for you to come down before climbing back up your body and crashing his lips into yours. And when he did you sucked in his bottom lip. Causing him to push his hardened length against your soaked undergarments.

You pushed him up off of you and got on your knees before him. He watched in awe as you wrapped your hair up and freed his cock from its cotton prison.

You teased him at first. Giving his head little kitten licks and kisses. It was maddening. Feeling your slick tongue swirl around the tip before retreating back into your mouth.

“ Baby please!” He begged.

You looked up with darkened eyes and a less than angelic smile. “ Shhh. You have to be quiet.”

He pouted. Pleading you with his eyes.

Then you did it. You took the whole damn thing. Making him reach for the back of your head and lifting his hips to go deeper.

The hum in your throat had his eyes rolling back and toes curled until they hurt.

A few seconds passed by and he felt your throat close around him as you started to choke. He loosened his grip and let you back off.

He opened his eyes and focused on you. Watching you catch your breath before taking him in again. This time not so deep. Adding your hand into the mix.

It was fucking amazing. Every slurp, every gag, every teasing lick around his balls nearly had him cumming. Even more so when you forced him in every once every other stroke. Building up his confidence and his orgasm.

“ Sh-shit baby…got-gotta stop.”

You let him go with a small pop and had a concerned look in your eyes.“ Everything okay?”

He licked his lips and swallowed. “ Yeah. Fuckin perfect. Just don't wanna cum yet.”

He leaned forward and pulled you into a kiss while helping you up.

You stood before him and used his shoulders for balance as he peeled off your panties.

Once they were at your feet you kicked them off and straddled him. Slowly lowering yourself on his shaft.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut and his tip pushed through.

“ OH MY GOD!” He moaned.

Your warm tight pussy clinged to him. Hugging him like no other has before. Feeling you flutter around him as you rocked back and forth had him focusing on not cumming.

He buried his face in your bosom and concentrated on his target. That one special spot that made you cry out his name. That spot that not only drove you over the edge but made him see heaven.

Sure enough he found it. But at this angle he couldn't touch it as much and he wanted to.

So he wrapped his arms around you and held on tightly as he flipped you over on your back.

You giggled in the process and stole a kiss and he repositioned himself. When he looked at you, you were grinning up at him.

“ Oh Eddie. So serious.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and rammed himself in. Earning that yelp/ moan. He reached up to cover your mouth as he plowed into you.

“ This. Is. Serious.” He grunted.

Your eyes got lost in the back of your head as he thrusted hard and steady. Your moans turning into whimpers and sighs as he fucks you into the bed.

And within moments your body and his reacted to the immense pleasure.

The climax washed over you like a wave of ecstasy.

Once it passes, he rested his forehead on yours panting with you. Letting his hand fall away from your mouth.

“ I've missed you so much.” He whispered.

You nodded in agreement that he was also missed.

He kissed your forehead. “ I'll go find something to clean you up.”

He then pulled out slowly and put on his bottoms.

When he came back he had a warm washcloth with him. He gently cleaned between your legs then himself before pulling you to lay in his arms.

You had started tracing his tattoos. Making him smile.

That's when he found himself writing something on your arm.

‘Marry-me-yeah?’

You sighed lightly and snuggled closer to him. Tracing your answer on his chest.

‘Okay’

He raised his head to look at you. " Yeah?"

You nodded. " On one condition...You have to break the news to Grant."

Eddie threw his head back into the pillow and smacked his forehead. " Shit! He's gonna kill me."

You giggled. " Yup."

…

@salenorona23 @browneyes528 @ohmeg @eddiesguitarskills @trashywormeateroffics @eddie-is-a-god @crookedcrone

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writingsoftwistedwonderland · 5 months

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eheme, headcannons with Rook and Floyd with an aggressive sleeper? (Moves a lot, ends up waking up randomly, always half awake and wakes up for classes either shirt off and cold, or everything has been thrown off the bed and they’re like a star fish in the middle.)

hehehehe

As an aggressive sleeper myself, I have thought about this before! I am an avid Floyd X Oc shipper (Part of the reason I started an X Male reader blog), I do a lot of headcanons with it! For Floyd I can see him clinging onto his S/O, gently nibbling their sleeping shirt while keeping them close to his chest. If you get too out of hand, he'll just flop on you. "No! You lost moving privilege when you abandoned me >:C"

For Rook, I can see him being a more gentle version of Floyd. I don't mean the lil motherfucker is sweet and kind. He will probably koala his S/O whining and making up lies about them not loving him because they wanted to roll over to their side. "My loveeeeeeeeee I want to lay on your chest!" "But I don't like laying on my ba-" "OH YOU NO LOVE MEEEEE"

#octavinelle #pomefiore #floyd leech x male reader #Floyd Leech #Floyd Leech X Reader #Floyd Leech x gender neutral reader #rook hunt x male reader #Rook hunt X reader #Rook hunt #Rook hunt X Gender neutral Reader

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i just imagine how genshin women would react to witnessing you buy their merch (ehem let's pretend they are real)

like wouldn't it be so cute how they would tease you about it and say how much of a huge fan you are of them, and not to say that the teasing wouldn't lead to something more👀🫦

-❄️

….Navia staring at my Navia plush and Navia enamel pin. *sweats*

Genshin women watching you buy merch of them would be funny to see. Like, they had no idea half this stuff even existed in the first place, yet here you are buying plushies, charms, pins, etc. of your wife and they are just so amused (especially if your merch collection is big too)

They’ll probably ask to see your entire collection just so they can see how much merch you have of them and tease you for it. Even worse if you have a mini “shrine” dedicated to just one woman 😭

Me planning to make a Navia shrine

#🫧feeding the fishes #❄️ anon

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mothdruid · 1 year

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What We Express

pairing: robert ‘bob’ floyd x afab!reader

summary: Professor Floyd has plagued your mind all semester. You have thought about him endlessly. So, when a project presents the perfect opportunity to talk to him, you do. Only then do you find out he feels a similar way about you.

wc: 4.4k

warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, fluff at the end, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, hand job, pet names (good girl, sweetie), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, power imbalance, student/teacher relationship, bob fucks

a/n: POETRY PROFESSOR FLOYD!!!!!! HERE WE GO BABY

It was truly unbearable. Sitting in class listening to your professor talk about poetry. Specifically, romanticism poetry. The way his checker pattern suit pants hugged his ass had you unsettled. Readjusting in your seat every so often, feeling yourself become wetter and wetter. Every time his tongue flicked over his bottom lip you wondered what it would feel like flicking against you. Not even to mention how hot and bothered it made you when he rolled his sleeves up, adjusting his glasses immediately after.

This wasn’t the first day of class, not even the second week. You were over half way through the semester. Half a semester of getting hot and bothered every time you had poetry class. Poetry of all things. You knew it had an impact on people, but you never knew it would want to make you fuck your professor. Honestly, it was just your professor. He could have been teaching mathematics for all you cared and it would be hot.

“Poetry is meant to evoke that which can’t be fully expressed. As you all know, but what about poetry that can evoke what we can express?” His voice flowed through the air. A small smile was on his lips, his eyes flicking to yours. You watched as his tongue ran over his bottom lip again, breaking eye contact with you afterwards. “Would anyone like to give me an example?”

There was a little bit of rustling, but nonetheless no one answered. Professor Floyd clasped his hands together lightly, rubbing them together. Reciting poetry about love was not the first thing on your mind. Thoughts of what his hands would feel like running over your sides, up your thighs until his fing-

“No? Alright, I will.”

“Darlin’

Kiss me like you need

Because my lips want to know

All the places

You have been hurt

So they can make all the pain

Drift away.”

Silence settled in the class, you shifting. You felt hot, correcting your posture and sitting back in your seat. Your thoughts ran rampant. Hearing words like that as Professor Floyd caressed your body. Him wanting to take away all of the pain your body had caused you through the years. A part of you wonders if Professor Floyd even thought about you like that, or if he could.

It wasn’t that your actual body had caused you pain, more like the people around you had. Your mother had always pestered you about watching what you ate. Boys teased you in grade school, hell they even used you as butts of their dating jokes. But this was college and it was different. People looked at you, expressed actual interest in you and your body. What’s to say that Professor Floyd would be any different? You raised your hand.

“Got something for us?” He smiled at you, gesturing to you with a hand.

“Yes, Professor.”

“And if the moon could talk

I wonder if he would tell the night

Just how lovely she is

With all those stars shining bright.”

His smile was bright, eyes almost twinkling as he watched you recite the lines.

“Beautiful. Love is an easier emotion to convey. It’s the one most people think of when they think of poetry. Thank you.” Professor Floyd looked at the rest of the class, bottom lip caught between his teeth. You wish you knew what he was thinking? What thoughts swirled behind those chrysalises he called eyes. “Now love, as we all know can cause.. ehem.. certain types of intimacy. So, your next poem is to be focused on a type of intimacy generated by love.” Rustling of people's books and bags had started, making you check the time. Time was up, class was over. “Now if anyone has questions, don’t hesitate to approach me about them.”

Other students filtered out of the class, some approaching him with questions. You slotted your books and notebook into your bag, taking your time. You wanted to talk to him, but there was something boiling in your throat telling you otherwise. The idea of rejection from your favorite professor wasn’t very comforting. After grabbing your water bottle and phone, you smoothed your skirt, then went up to his desk. Only a few students stood between you and him. You stared out the window near his desk, not paying any attention when the others left.

“See you, Professor F!” That pulled you out of your stare, looking back to see only Professor Floyd now. His smile was warm and welcoming, his eyes soft as he adjusted his glasses while looking at you.

“I uh..”

“Did you need to speak to me about the project?” Uncertainty bubbled in you, knowing that you didn’t actually need to speak to him. Just wanting to talk to him.

It wasn’t that you only lusted after your professor, you yearned for him. You wanted to know everything about him. What his favorite color was, his favorite movie, hell, even his favorite meal. You wanted everything about him. His slightly awkward yet confident demeanor had always left you reeling, wondering if he was that way outside of class too.

“Yes, the intimacy poem. I think I might need some clarification.” A heat burned in you, shock that you even asked something so embarrassing. But you watched as a rosy color filled his cheeks, dusting them so evenly.

“Oh, yes of course. I… would you mind if we discussed it in my office?”

Professor Floyd watched as you nodded, giving you a similar nod back. He started gathering his items. Slinging his coat over one shoulder and gathering his books with his other hand. He gestured towards the door of the classroom, to which you followed him. He led you down the hallway to his office. A silence had settled between the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say.

His office was lined with many bookshelves. Books of the greats and some other lesser known authors. As you peered at them he made his way to the desk, setting his books from class down. He set his suit jacket over the back of his desk chair. You turned just in time to watch him adjust his glasses, something that drove you crazy. "What did you want to discuss?"

“Yes, I was curious about the project.” You set your book bag down near a chair in front of his desk, taking a seat in the process. He leaned against the front of his desk, looking down at you with his cerulean orbs.

“What about the project?” Curiosity was laced through his voice.

“I’m not sure if I understand it properly. I was wondering if you might be able to give me an example.” The temp in his office had to have risen a few degrees. What else would make your hands become this clammy? Asking the professor, that you had been crushing on all semester, for examples of erotic poetry couldn’t have been it.

“An example of a physically intimate poem?” His cheeks looked like borderline cherries now.

“Yeah.” The word was almost a whisper, your nervousness starting to get the better of you.

You looked away shyly, embarrassed by what you were now asking him. Professor Floyd noticed that your anxiety was starting to get the better of you. Without thinking he reached out, gently taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb. He angled you to look up at him. You could feel your heartbeat in your cheeks, the thumping audible in your ears now.

Cerulean orbs scanned your face, taking in every feature that he had learned to adore in class. From the first day you came into his class he had noticed you. The way you always chimed in with a poem of your own. You made him feel seen in a sea of uninterested college students. Not only were you kind, but smart too.

You plagued his thoughts everyday. He wondered how you would sound, soft gasps or hearty moans? How would your body feel against his? Did your skin feel as soft as it looked? What did you taste like? He couldn’t help but wonder the most dangerous thoughts about you. The most dangerous thoughts about his student.

“Crashing waves on an empty beach

The rhythm of our hearts

Two drowning lovers lost at sea

My lips adrift from yours.”

His thumb drifted over your bottom lip during the second line. The pad of his thumb pulled down on your lip with the final line. You watched his mouth go ajar, the both of you staring at each other with baited breath. You flicked your tongue out, wetting a small section of his thumb. You could hear the shaky breath he let out, giving you confidence.

“The very thought of you

Has my legs spread apart

Like an easel with a canvas

Begging for art.”

“Is that what you’re gonna do? Beg for me?” A small whimper passed your lips, hot breath gathering around the thumb still pressed to your lip. He leaned forward, maintaining eye contact with you. His face was mere inches away from yours, both of you breaking eye contact to look at each other's lips.

Professor Floyd pressed his thumb harder against your lip. You opened your mouth involuntarily, letting his thumb slip past your lips into your mouth. A groan fell from his lips, the feeling of your wet muscle caressing his thumb. The taste of his skin was intoxicating. You sucked softly on his thumb, opening your legs and letting him stand between them.

He couldn’t believe the sight before him. The student he had been lusting for sitting before him. Legs spread just enough for him to stand between, your skirt barely hiding the apex of your thighs. The wet heat of your mouth was driving him wild. He contemplated just face fucking you right then and there. But he needed to know how your cunt would feel wrapped around him. Better yet, how you tasted.

“Gonna be a good girl?” You nodded. He removed his thumb from your mouth, pressing the saliva covered pad to your lips once more. The grip on your chin pulled up softly, you rising from the seat to meet him. His thumb slowly fell from your lips, hand ghosting down your arm. He leaned near you, his lips almost on your ear.

“Are you sure about this?” You turned to look at him, taking in the soft look in his eyes.

A part of you started to panic, wondering if he was changing his mind. There was a lot at risk here, for the both of you. But the hand on your arm grabbed your hand, the other coming up to your cheek. You tried to avert your gaze, but he kept your eyes level with his. There was a light squeeze on your hand before he spoke again.

“I just want to make sure that you want this.” Your heart fluttered at his words.

“Yes, Professor. I want this.” He held back a groan, the formal title having a stronger effect than he thought it would.

The lips you had craved for weeks were now finally pressed against yours. Your lips moved in tandem with his. You had always assumed they would be soft, but you hadn’t imagined them this soft. They felt like silk against your lips. A small moan left you, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling your hips tightly to his. You could feel him through his slacks, cock already hard from your words.

The two of you rocked there together, groans and moans pouring from the both of you. One of the hands on your hip trailed back, grabbing your ass over your skirt. Your skirt rode up slightly, exposing skin for Professor Floyd to knead. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, pressing your chest tighter to his. Your body was ignited, excitement running through your veins.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me.” He turned the two of you around, pressing you back against his desk. “Teasing me everyday with your words.” He pushed some items to one side of his desk, mouth working over your neck. One of your hands came down and gripped at the front of his button down.

“Says the one with a silver-tongue.” A smirk appeared on his lips. His hands drifted up the skin of your thighs, kneading the flesh of your thighs. He looked at you as he moved between your legs.

“Silver-tongue, huh? That’s what you call it?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, thumbs rubbing soft circles on your thighs now.

“Yes, Professor.” The title pulled another groan out of him. His hands drifted up, pushing your skirt higher and higher.

The fabric was now gathered around your hips, exposing your soft pink lace panties to him. He brought a hand to your clothed core, rubbing over the wet patch. You dropped your head back, basking in the pleasure. It was a pleasure you had waited too long for. Gasps fell from you as his fingers kept working you over your panties.

Professor Floyd could barely believe this was happening. The sounds you were making were going to plague his mind. He would have to write a poem about them, about how intoxicating they were. If the growing wet patch on your panties was any indicator, you were loving this just as much as he was.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet.” He said, fingers pushing your panties to the side now. His fingers slipped between your folds, finding your clit with an expertise you had never experienced.

The hand on your thigh moved to your face, cupping it. He pressed his forehead to yours, your hot breath fanning over his face when you moaned. Your eye locked with his, taking in his lust blown eyes. Your hands cupped the back of his head, smashing his lips against yours. His fingers worked your clit as your lips moved together. A tightness in your lower abdomen had started to form.

“Fuck, Professor.” You dropped your head back once more, making him smirk.

“God, you’re a work of art. Something poets would describe.” His lips attached to your neck, nipping and sucking lightly at your skin. His lips trailed lower to your collarbones, licking at the skin the v in your cardigan sweater exposed. The tightness in your abdomen was becoming more pronounced. More whimpers and moans started to fall from you, signaling to him that you were close. Without warning, his fingers were gone.

“Profe-” He pressed the fingers to your mouth, urging you to take them in. You took two of his fingers into your mouth, tasting the wetness coating his fingers. He groaned as you lapped at his fingers, sucking on them gently as you tasted yourself on them.

“Tastes good, right?” You nodded around his fingers. “Good, ‘cause I want to taste you.” Your insides clenched at his slight accent.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at you. The sight of him between your thighs was something to behold. He looked so innocent even though you knew he was anything but. His fingers hooked into the band of your panties. You lifted your ass off the desk, helping as he guided them over your ass and down your legs. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, nipping at the inside of your thigh. You threaded your fingers through his sandy locks, messing them up softly.

A trail of kisses and nips formed on the inside of your thigh. A cold breath covered your cunt, sending a shiver all over your body. You planted both hands behind you, letting your head and body fall back slightly. Pleasure coursed through you, every stroke of his tongue sending a wave of pleasure through you. Your legs started to quiver from the pleasure.

“Your mouth, fuck, Professor.” You could feel his smirk against your cunt.

Each lap of his tongue was heavenly, pushing you closer to the edge. The tightness had returned to your abdomen, already a tight coil threatening to snap. Words were now escaping your mind, moans and whimpers were now the only things leaving you. This was something you had fantasized about all semester, and now it was actually happening.

“So fucking good.” The swear had you clenching, the tightness in your abdomen about to snap. Then suddenly, his mouth was gone from you. A whine escaped you as you looked down at him.

“What the-”

“Beg.” He adjusted his glasses, your eyebrows knitted together. He rested his cheek against your thigh, the wire frames of his glasses digging into your skin lightly. “You said you would beg, so go on. Beg.” A heat flooded you, his voice dropping on the last word. He brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing soft circles. He gave you a small smile, “I’m waiting.”

“Please, Professor. I need you to let me cum. Your tongue feels so good on my pussy. Let me cum for you, please.” His soft smile turned into something slightly wicked.

You could feel his fingers drifting lower, now circling your entrance. His breath ghosted over your clit and folds. A gasp left you as you felt a finger slip into you. It was a faint stretch, nothing that was going to send you over the edge. It was enough to make you crave more.

“Those are some dirty words for someone who seems so innocent.” He slipped another finger inside of you. His fingers curled up inside of you, prodding at the sensitive spot inside of you.

“Only for you, Professor.” He let out a groan. This was his first time with you, but he was already starting to feel possessive. He didn’t want anyone else to see you like this, let alone hear you.

“It better be.” He closed his mouth over your clit, flicking his tongue and thrusting his fingers.

Your back arched, a rush of pleasure flowing through you. One of your hands went straight to his hair, tugging lightly. A mix of moans and ‘professor’ poured out of you, legs quivering as your orgasm threatened to crash over you. He flattened his tongue against you, rocking his face back and forth on you. He moaned against your cunt, the vibration pushing you to the edge.

“Ah fuck!” You whimpered as your orgasm took over. His tongue didn’t let up, lapping at you as your hips started to shake.

“That’s it, give me everything.” He whispered into your skin, fingers still prodding at that sensitive bundle inside of you.

He never removed his fingers from you, keeping them prodding that bundle of nerves. He rose up, pressing his wet lips onto yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself, his tongue shoving its way into your mouth. This kiss was needy, not like the others. He was pressing his body to yours, fingers pulling out of you to fiddled with the button of his slacks. Your hands came up to the sides of his face, cupping his cheeks as he devoured your mouth.

“Fuck me, please. I need you inside of me, need to feel you stretch me.” You heard a chuckle from him.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m gettin’ there.” He pushed his slacks down enough to expose his cock.

Without a second thought you reached down, taking his cock in your hand and jerking him. He pressed his forehead to yours, moaning at the feeling. His hips stuttered into your hand a little bit. His cock felt like pulsing silk in your hand, the urge to have it inside of you growing.

“I don’t have any condoms. I don’t really do this in my office.” He admitted, a whimper ending the sentence.

“That’s okay, just pull out.” You continued to jerk him lightly. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He moved to pull his glasses off when you stopped him. “Those stay on.”

A small red tint appeared on his cheeks. He repositioned his hips, lining himself up with your entrance. The both of you whimpered at the initial sensation, your warmth encasing him and the stretch of his cock. He inched into you, stilling once he was fully seated inside of you. The both of you sat there taking in the sensations.

“I could stay here for days.” He whispered, pressing kisses to your neck and clavicle.

“Too bad you have later classes.” You whimpered, feeling him twitch inside of you.

“Don’t remind me.” He pulled back, leaving just the tip inside of you. He looked down, seeing where the two of you were joined together. He slowly pushed back in, watching himself start to fuck you.

You followed suit, watching his cock thrust in and out of you. Every now and then, the light would catch a certain way on your fluids covering his cock. His thrusts started picking up, one of his hands moving to grip your hips, the other moving to hook your leg around his waist. One of your hands moved behind you to the desk, holding yourself up. Your other arm wrapped around his shoulders.

“You’re like a warm summer day, engulfing and unforgiving. Leaving me parc-” You smashed your lips to his, cutting him off. You loved when he spoke poetry, but now wasn’t the right time.

“No poetry,” you let out a moan when the head of his cock nudged that bundle of nerves, “not right now.” He nodded, driving his hips hard into yours.

“Fuck, how do you feel so good?” He whimpered, lips attaching to your neck. “Don’t know if I’ll be able to pull out.”

His confession wasn’t concerning, it was something you craved. You hooked both legs around him, locking him against you.

“Fill me up then, Professor.” A groan ripped through his throat.

“How are you so fucking filthy?” He groaned. “Lay back.”

You moved down to prop yourself up on your elbows. His hands moved to your hips, making sure to push the fabric of your skirt up higher. He wanted to see everything, watch how fucked out you became. He could see your tits rocking underneath your sweater cardigan. He wished he could have seen them, maybe next time. If there would even be a next time.

The grip on your hips was rough, something you didn’t know he would be fully capable of. You had always pictured him as someone well-mannered. But this was proving you otherwise. He was showing you a new side, one you yearned to see more often.

Your back arched harshly when one of his hands drifted to your clit. His thumb started rubbing soft circles while his cock beat against that sensitive bundle. Your body started to shake, the tightness in your abdomen threatening to snap already. You brought one hand up his chest, fisting his button down in your hand.

“That’s it, sweetie.” He urged, thrusts picking up.

When the tightness snapped you saw stars. Pleasure coursed through you, searing every nerve in your body. Moans and whimpers poured from you, with a small mix of ‘professor’ thrown in. Your hips rocked against his still thrusting ones, legs quivering from the sensation. Your walls clenched tightly around him, not wanting to let him go. His hips stuttered for a moment, eventually going flush against yours. A groan fell from him as he filled you up.

The two of you sat there for a moment, catching your breath. He looked at you, cupping your jaw and kissing you. You let out a giggle when he pulled back from the kiss. Your giggle turned into a whimper when he pulled out. He reached for the tissue box on his desk, whipping himself off and tucking himself in his pants before he moved to clean you. He let out a groan when he saw the state of your cunt, fucked out with his cum dripping out of you.

“So filthy.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh before whipping his cum away.

He located your panties afterward, slipping them back on your legs and helping you put them on. A silence had settled between the two of you by this time. What was to happen now? Was this just a one time thing? Was he going to fail you out of his class? Worse, was he going to pass you only because you two fucked? A kiss to your temple pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I know, it’s a lot.” You couldn’t help but feel a little dirty. Tears welled up, something he immediately picked up on. “Hey, hey, sweetie, don’t cry. Nothing is going to happen.” You leaned into him, accepting the embrace he offered you.

“I don’t want anything bad to happen. To me or you.” You whispered against his shirt. He pulled back and cupped your face, angling you to look at him.

“It’s scary, I won’t deny that. But as long as this stays between us, it’ll be okay. And if this was a one time thing, it was a one time thing.”

“But what if I don’t want it to be a one time thing?” You asked. There was a hopeful look in his eyes, matching the one that was now in your eyes.

“I- I would love to, but I’m not sure if it’d be smart. With me still being your teacher.” He gave you a small frown, hand coming around to rub your hand.

“I know, but I want to know you as more than just my poetry professor.”

“I want to know you as more than just my poetry student too.” There was a sad look taking over his face. You had a similar one. “There is just too much risk, especially while I’m teaching you.” He adjusted his glasses while looking at you, the hand holding yours squeezing lightly.

“What about after the semester then?” You lit up a little bit. He smiled, loving the way you lit up.

“I don’t think I would mind that.” He kissed you softly, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. You gathered your bag from the floor, heading towards the door. He watched you hesitate before taking the handle in your grasp. You looked back at him, giving him a soft smile.

“I’ll see you around, Professor.” You went to leave before he called for you.

“You can call me Bob.” He said with a smile.

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𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒: cyno is regarded as a scary person among everyone. How would your friendship be if your Alhaitham's younger sister?

|Cyno was never the one to think you- alhaitham's younger sibling would want to be his friend |You probably met him through alhaitham or tighnari..

|My headcannon is that you took amurta cause if you took architecture

|I forgot the Darshan name- ehem-

|alhaitham would feel betrayed..

|even tho his grandma even took the same Darshan|You and cyno are friends meaning you are feared by everyone at the academy cause who wants to mess with the scary mahamatra (lets not forget tighnari and alhaitham)

|People always ask how did you even become friends with cyno

|You always answer "just by meeting him while my brother was snatching away my tcg deck to play tcg with him"

|Kaveh is also jealous you got to learn tcg tricks from the master player of tcg himself cyno

|(they all jealous cause you spend half of alhaitham's salary on the rare and legendary cards and skins and alhaitham doesn't even bother say no cause your his adorable little sibling)

|Overall good friendship- 💅👌💯

#・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#genshin imagines #genshin impact #platonic genshin x reader #genshin cyno #genshin x reader #genshin platonic

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hucow trey<3

He is the most helpful boy on the farm! Always helping in the kitchen if and when he can. Keeping the rowdy boys of his bard in order to the best of his ability, helping with cleanup after a local show when him and his handler stay behind for awhile. Trey is definitely not the big prize winner amongst the beautys on Night Raven Farms, but he's certainly a prize for any handler to have:)

...So why can't you just 'relive' him? You tell him how he's so good, so why can't he have your attention now?

Trey really tries to be patient when it comes to his milking rituals, but he can only handle so much before he bends you over the fence and does as he pleases. You can't cry and beg your way out of this one, "I'll get in trouble if your milk doesn't make it back up to the house:(" You say..yeah, well you should've thought about that before you came prancing around and gave the usually relaxed Hucow blueballs.

-🌸

I’ll flesh out the hucow AU more later but for now keep in mind we're goin off hentai logic so just try not to think abt it too much, kay?

hcs + a blurb, not proof read

cw: Male lactation, afab reader, hybrids(hucows), noncon(groping and frottage), not proof read :P

You're not Trey's handler and honestly? you're pretty sure he doesn't even have one so you’re the closest thing he has to a caretaker. Not as if that would come as a surprise, he's so much more well behaved then certain other members of his barn(ehem ehem Ace and Deuce) the constant supervision probably isn't necessary. Probably.

It’s more so like you’re around to make sure he doesn’t work himself to death, though he insists that he’s more than capable of carrying his work load.

He's big and caring with a lush deep brown-green hide and a pair of noticeably stubby horns.

His sweet demeanor and helpful nature mean he'd make for a more than worthwhile companion and you would happily take him off of NRF's hands, uh, if you had the money that is… and if he was for sale to begin with

Too bad those circumstances are never going to aline :( but at least you get to spend time with him AND get payed :)

Not being a show cow means that he doesn’t have to worry about the stress that some of the prize bucks like Vil or delicate steers like Riddle do.

He does however help out with almost every physical job that there is to be done around the farm as well as at local shows and markets

Other than assisting with his milkings or helping him with washing and brushing out his tail and just being there to make sure he doesn’t pull something you don’t really do much, not that watching him carry out bales of hay dripping in sweat or giving him full body massages during down time are things you would get bored of.

Sneaking peeks of him out of the corner of your eye when you think he isn't looking(he is) is something you admittedly feel guilty for, but maybe you wouldn't if you were paying enough attention to notice him sneaking similar glances of your figure.

You’d be surprised at the effect that a half buttoned flannel and some daisy dukes or even a pair of overalls could have on him.

All of the little things you do drive him up the fucking wall

You’re either making his life hell on purpose or you really are a hapless airhead.

Hugging him close enough to press both of your chests together when complimenting him on the pastries he had given you to snack on that morning, cream moving from your face to his as you placed a kiss on his cheek in thanks, letting him rest his head against your lap during the both of your mandatory lunch break instead of letting him continue on working like he planned to.

You care so much about him it's cute! If only he could repay your kindness with equally innocent intentions.

But back to the milking thing…..

It took some getting used to at first, from a mental standpoint you were anticipating it to be a nerve-racking task for both parties involved.

Trey was unexpectedly calm the first time, for having someone who was basically a complete stranger clumsily knead and pull at his chest gingerly in delicate preparation before setting the suction of the milking machine several levels too high anyway(his nipples were sore for days!)

His milk has a subtly smooth buttery taste and is perfect for pairing with pastries or making creams to go in coffees and teas,,, not that you’d know this ofc.. not like you would try sneaking a few sips after one of your weekly milkings or anything.

You felt eyes boring holes into you from behind as you set aside the third full milk canister of the day. Trey had been acting strange lately. Not making eye contact or engaging with you. He wasn’t ignoring you, not necessarily, but the most you would get out of him was a grunt before continuing on without so much as a word. Maybe it was something you said? Or you crossed an invisible boundary of some kind? You had made that mistake before; accidentally using a moisturizer that belonged to one of the blue ribbon show bulls, earning a thorough chewing out from him. Who knew farm animals cared so much about their skin care routines and what was his stuff doing in the main house anyways?

A pair of heavy hands on your hips and a head resting on your shoulder dragged you out of your thoughts. “Ah, Trey you startled me silly” the jump of your exaggerated delayed reaction almost knocked over one of the milk cans. Attempting to balance out the new weight on your back before bending down lower to set the tin back up you felt something hefty, hard and hot pressed against you from behind. That explains it. “Hey if that’s the, uh, if that’s the problem you’ve been dealing with we don’t have to do anymore work for the day! We should get you to the breeding stables and pick back up tomorrow yeah? Or have Ace and Deuce pick up where we left off instead.” One of the hands slipped down to roughly tug your shorts down the other ripped your top off of your body. You let out a sound akin to a pathetic dog whimper. “I’ll be fine. I wouldn’t want to burden them by taking a half day when I don’t need to. Not when I have a grade A heifer to fuck right here and now, all to myself too. I’m real lucky huh?”

How he was able to speak so casually of such things was beyond you and being as completely thrown off as you were made formulating an adequate response harder than it logically should have been. Your bewildered state gave him enough space and time to manipulate your body to his liking. Back arched to his liking and bare tits pressed against the cool sheet metal of the milking room wall putting up a fight didn’t even cross your mind. You had witnessed him throw around things three to five times your size with ease enough times to know that whatever fight you could put up was not going to stop him. “Trey sweetie” the pet name burned on your tongue “I'll get in trouble if your milk doesn't make it back up to the house. Just let me do that first and then I promise to help you out alright?” He went right back to ignoring you.

The wet head of his dick pressed against your panties as he rubbed his shaft up and down against the lone thin piece of fabric protecting your most delicate parts from him. You groan in annoyance and swallow the drool pooling in your mouth. If he couldn’t take ‘maybe later’ for an answer he definitely was not going to like the sound of ‘no’.

Blinking away tears you reared back and prepared yourself to take the biggest dick you had ever had the displeasure of being abused by.

You never did get to take that milk to the main house.

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