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euaphoric · 9 months

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・゜ ʚɞ ゜・゜

✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader (established relationship) ✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, very suggestive but no actual sm*t in this, cute kissing & cuddling hhh, oc is called “little girl” like once

another 4 am post, im on a roll w these hehe >:3 but i just wanted something to post for my bday (even tho this nothing to do w birthdays?? LMAO) and i can’t get this damn live out of my head like he’s fckung inssne sffdsgsh n e ways this is lowk corny but enjoy lol.

the faint sounds of birds chirping awoke you from your nightly slumber, eyes fluttering open to your wide awake boyfriend scrolling on his phone. he seemed to be very focused on whatever he was watching, wondering how long he’s been awake for. you prop yourself up slowly on your elbows, barely able to move a muscle from feeling sore by last night’s events. you two can go at it for hours at a time - you forgot how much of a real workout it is being on top. it’s impossible so hard to resist him though, you love that jungkook has just as much of an insanely high libido as you, literal match made in heaven.

waking up to him everyday already felt like a blessing in itself honestly. he was the epitome of perfection; in only a pair of boxers, staring at his chiseled figure, toned biceps, those muscles?? yeah you were beyond down bad for him. but he was just as down bad (debatably more) for you too. your raging hormones were really getting the best of you. your first thoughts were to violently make out with him but instead you settle for some sweet cuddles right now, coming closer to nuzzle in his bare chest. “g’mornin’ sleepyhead.” jungkook mumbles, averting his attention to you instead of the screen. “took you long enough to wake up!” his arms went to cage around your form. “what time is it babe?” you ask, a slight yawn slips out, still feeling groggy.

“7 am.” “wait- really?!” you were so confused, you weren’t expecting it to be this early since usually you don’t wake up until around 10 or 11. “yeah, i didn’t get much sleep though.” his soothing touch runs down your back, pressing delicate kisses to your forehead. this was home to you; feeling his warmth against you, listening to his hums as he cradles you, never wanting to leave his embrace. you were living rent free in your boyfriend’s arms 24/7.“hmm, what should we do today?” you ask, peeking your head out a bit. “dunno… why don’t we just stay in and watch some anime?” his lips proceed to attack your face, pecking kisses all over until you’re physically sick of it. unable to utter a single word out from all the smothering, you just let him do as he pleases.

“but we do that everyday already koob.” you finally get to say once he comes up for air. “and? i see no objection here.” god he can be so stubborn at times… “c’monn, we should go do something today..” you pout, feeling bratty over his unwillingness to be social. you love staying in bed and binge watching shows with him but for some unknown reason you wanted to be adventurous today. “actually, i know what i wanna do today.” he smirks, biting his lip at you. of course, he only wants to stay inside because he’s horny-_-

you let out a tiny scoff, “ugh, perv!” nothing he says should ever surprise you anymore but it’s still fun to tease him. “only for you though.” he chuckled, pulling you back in but this time plants a wet kiss to your lips, “truthfully i just want you all for myself.” his hand brings your leg over to wrap around his waist. “such a selfish boy.” you tease some more, combing the disheveled strands of his silky hair. “mhm mhmm, that’s me.” he proudly admits, he acts very territorial over what’s his and would def gatekeep you from everyone if he could, no one deserves to see his precious bb but him:( “i’m still hella sore from yesterday, i don’t know if i feel like doing anything right now.” you timidly reply, butterflies forming in your tummy as he casually traces circles to your thigh. his eyebrows furrowed, “who said you had to do anything?”

he catches you off guard when suddenly his body shifts underneath, positioning you to be below him while hovering over you. when leaning in he stops midway to stare and admire your pretty lips, wanting so badly for them to be on his. he closes the distance to finally kiss you, giving you a million more butterflies as your body sinks into the mattress. you can sense all the passion and longing from just kissing him, it’s desperate yet filled with fervor, you feel his love immensely. when he gnaws your lower lip as entry, it becomes more heated - a full-on make out sesh occurs. fingers all tangled up in his locks while he caresses your upper body, lips moving perfectly in sync with one another. soon as you wrapped your legs around him a switch goes off in his brain, he needs you, like expeditiously. jungkook sneaks his hands up to your arms when he breaks away, pinning them above your head, you don’t know why but your first reaction was to giggle which puzzles him. “what’s so funny hm? keep thinking i’m playing little girl, i’ll have you begging we stay in.” he remarks, eyes shading darker as he doesn’t find any of this to be a laughing matter. “koo i-” he quickly cuts you off with another breathless kiss.

“shh, just lay back and relax pretty, let me do all the work for you.”

#jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook drabbles #jungkook imagines #bts fluff #bts smut #jungkook fanfic

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salty-croissants · 5 months

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what do Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon like to do when they're cuddling with the reader? 😊

Thank you for the request !

It’s like , very late for me right now … but I got a burst of inspiration as soon as I read what the request was about : this is something that I’m always happy to write … just wholesome affection between the reader and the boys , love this prompt very much :,) ❤️

I hope this turned out okay !

I’m probably gonna pass out after this lmao , it was worth it tho :,)👍

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

The number one rule this frog has when cuddling with you ? He wants you to be as comfy as possible , and if you want Bullfrog is going to bring something to drink for the both of you : a nice cup of tea , some juice … anything goes , as long as you like it .

< Here’s your tea , mon amour … be careful , it’s still hot . >

< Thanks love , you’re the best ~ >

If you’re someone who happens to get very flustered when he speaks French , Bullfrog will have the time of his life whispering sweet nothings in your ear while holding you in his arms …

The way you blush is just so cute for him ^//^

< y/n , ma bien-aimée, tu es merveilleuse à tous points de vue … ~ >

< B-Bullfrog pleasee ! ~ >

One silly personal headcanon that I have is that Bullfrog gets especially relaxed by sounds of streams of water streams , waterfalls and other similar things , so I imagine that he would be very happy to have them as a bit of a background ambience while snuggling close with his beloved …

He probably saves all of those “10 hours of waterfall sounds to sleep and relax to” compilations , he just likes them a lot :)

Rayman 🧡

Now this man …

This man doesn’t get as many chances to cuddle you as he’d like , given that he has to deal with so much while working on his show , so you can be sure that Rayman will make the times he can be with you truly special …

< Aw … did you light up all these candles for me ? >

< Mhm , I sure did . Cuddles with my lovely y/n need a bit of atmosphere after all ~ >

< Hehe , you’re always so sweet Ray , thank you ~ >

Rayman loves to just lay his head on your lap while staring up at you … it’s such a nice moment of intimacy , especially since it’s a position that makes it easy to snatch a kiss or two … or maybe three ;//)

< Here , come a little closer y/n … god , I’ve missed this so much … ~ >

While he likes to be able to talk to you while you cuddle ( especially since you’re possibly the only person who he can be fully sincere with ) , Rayman adores to just listen to anything you may want to say while snuggling close to you and let the sound of your voice relieve him from all his troubles …

He is just so glad to have you , he can’t stress about it enough !

Ramon 🖤

I think it’s safe to say that after everything that’s happened , Ramon has become even more physically affectionate than before : he just really needs all the reassurance he can get , so one thing he’ll do when you cuddle is wrap his hands around your waist to prevent you from even thinking about getting up …

< Ah geez , is that my phone … ? Can I just check real quick who it is ? >

< No . Might be another one of Eden’s tricks to try and locate us . >

< Heh … are you sure it’s not also an excuse to keep me from getting up ? >

< Hmm … I dunno what you mean ~ >

He really loves to bury his face in your chest : the sound of your heartbeat and your warmth are like a shelter from the outside world , and Ramon longs for nothing more than having you as close to him as possible .

It’s also so very relaxing for him to be able to be vulnerable at least for a moment … he just can’t begin to express how important you are to him , but he’ll do his best .

< y/n … I love you so much , you know that … ?

You’re … heh , literally everything I could ever ask for . >

If you end up falling asleep while you cuddle together , Ramon is going to be watching over you for quite some time , looking at you while occasionally leaving little kisses on your face …

He won’t rest until he’s sure that you’re safe , he won’t allow anything bad to happen to you … not now nor ever .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #rayman #gender neutral reader

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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When you go out with a bad outfit on purpose

a/n - I’m getting better, just had surgery and I’m on the mend 👍

Warnings ⚠️ - none, g/n reader

knows it’s so bad but won’t say anything because they’re too nice | “uh- looks great…”

.✩ chopper, sanji, jimbei, whitebeard, marco, corazon

fashion? don’t know them | “I dunno and I don’t care y/n.”

.✩ zoro, luffy (i don’t think he could care less tbh lmao)

it’s not your outfit that looks bad, it’s theirs | “what do you mean I can’t wear socks and sandals?!”

.✩ shanks (have you seen those ugly ass pants?) roger (he’d come out with the dad sandals with knee high socks, shorts, no shirt) crocodile (alabasta was a whole different story 💀) usopp (dude you can’t wear a shirt and not wear one at the same time) buggy (I don’t have to explain)

takes one look at you and forces you to go change | “y/n don’t you dare embarrass me. You can’t wear fucking blue with bright fucking yellow.”

.✩ doffy (would buy you all these nice clothes only for you to wear that 💀)

they don’t say anything, but their looks and very discreet clues give it away | “no it looks great y/n- 😬😐💀”

.✩ sabo (y/n, do you wanna go to your favorite store today?), ace (hey babe wanna wear my hoodie? It’s kinda cold!), rayleigh (you wanna just stay inside today?..), smoker (would put his jacket over you so no one would see it 😭)

you thought you’d get away with it? no. | “honey no. This’ll flatter your shape and skin tone better. Wtf are you wearing-“

.✩ izou (man has amazing fashion sense), nami, brook (knows every single designer brand that would suit you so well), buggy (not great at deciding what to wear for himself) boa

so nice about it and will make sure you know that they can help you with choosing different outfits that look better on you | “oh y/n, here! this will look absolutely wonderful on you :)”

.✩ robin (would carry all the shopping bags and be the most supportive person ever when you’re trying stuff on 🥺), kiku, shakky, monet, brook

thinks you look amazing in everything | “looks the same as every single other one.”

.✩ zoro, luffy, oden, yamato (man thinks you’re an Angel or goddess/god)

doesn’t say anything, but the way they look at you with such disdain forces you to go change

.✩ mihawk (man would just say: “y/n no. Not today please.”) law

(doesn’t know how to help, but knows that the outfit you’re wearing sucks ass)

mf just says “ew” when he sees you

.✩ kidd (wtf y/n you look ugly asf 💀)

a/n - I love doing these :)

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davidsons89 · 2 years

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Can you do a ‘caught in the act’ part 2? Except this time it’s Polly that catches them?

caught in the act, again — m.g

pairings ; michael gray x female reader

summary ; you and michael get caught having sex in the betting shop by polly, but when michael’s cousins walk in after her, things get embarrassing fast.

warnings ; sexual content — smut, unprotected sex, being walked in on, foul language, love bites, mentions of blood, john and arthur being idiots lmao. 18+ !!!

authors note ; thanks for reading part one! i’m so glad you liked it. i hope you like this one too <3 also this isn’t proofread or spellchecked, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to correct me.

“Really Michael? In here?” You giggle as Michael has you pressed against a desk in the betting shop. “Yeah, why not?” He kisses your neck. “What if someone walks in?” Your fingers tangle in his hair to lift his head up.

“I don’t care. Let them walk in.” He moves his head to kiss your lips, allowing you to pull his hair. “But Michael.” You whine. You’re not particularly the shy type, but when it comes to having sex in a public space, it makes you nervous.

“Stop being so paranoid. What’s the worst that could happen?” He pecks your lips. “I dunno. Your mum walks in? Worse, John walks in?” You don’t know how to stop talking. His finger shushes your lips.

“Stop worrying. Let me make you feel good, love.” He whispers. That alone sent shivers down your body. He lifts you up so you’re sitting on the edge of the desk as your fingers fall free from his hair, allowing him to kiss your jaw and neck. His hands reach down to fiddle with the bottom of your dress, pulling it up your soft legs.

Slipping under your dress, Michael’s hands twist around either side of your underwear, pulling them down. You lift your knee to help him, revealing your naked lower half. His fingers latch onto your clit to motion circles. You close your eyes and tilt your head back.

With his lips still attached to your neck, he begins giving you a love bite. Moaning at the feeling, his fingers on your clit speed up. “You like that?” He whispers in your ear, giving you goosebumps. You nod, wanting to take it further, you lower your hands to undo his trousers. He moves to kiss your lips while you slip your hand in to rub his already hard cock. “And I didn’t even have to do anything.” You whisper against his mouth, your teeth hitting his as you grin. “Just looking at you makes me hard.” Michael whispers, looking back and forth from your eyes to your perfect lips.

While Michael’s hands clear the desk you’re sat on from papers and books, you pull his cock out of his trousers without pulling them all the way down. You both keep your clothes on in case someone does happen to walk in. Michael grabs the bottom of your dress to lift it further up your legs and past your waist as you pull him closer.

He grabs his cock to line himself up with your entrance. Wrapping your hands around him, your chin rests on his shoulder as he slowly pushes himself into you. You let out a breathy moan while your eyes shut tight. Head falling back. No matter how many times you’ve had sex, it feels like he stretches you out a little bit more each time. Michael groans at the feeling of your walls stretching around him. “Shh, baby.” He whispers, his free hand holding the back of your head.

“Fuck.” You gasp at him thrusting into you at a slow but passionate pace. He wants nothing more than to make love with the woman he loves. “You feel amazing, love.” He says, his other hand holding onto your waist. Your fingernails dig into his back, forcing Michael to let out a deep hum. He loves the pain. It satisfies him.

A few thrusts later, he starts to get rough. He knows you like it rough. “Oh my god. Fuck-” You let out a pornographic moan. Michael chuckles, having to cover your mouth in a harsh grip. The whole of Watery Lane can probably hear you going at it. “Keep quiet, love. Don’t want anyone to hear us now, so we?” He asks. You’re too busy zoning out to respond. Your eyes rolling back due to intense pleasure.

Wrapping his arms around your back, Michael pulls you closer to the edge of the desk to thrust himself deeper into you, making you practically scream out his name. He’s hitting spots he didn’t hit before. “Fuck- oh-” Your moans get louder and breathier. “Michael.” You moan.

One of his hands clasp around your waist while the other holds the back of your head again. He pulls your head forward to look at him, only to see your sexy facial expressions. Your eyes are rolling back and you look so out of it. He’s proud of himself. “You’re not done already, are you?” He chuckles. You manage to shake your head. “No. Keep going.” You say between heavy breaths.

He keeps going at a steady but rough pace. Each thrust feeling better and better. His head lowers to your neck, making out with your skin as your fingernails dig deep enough into his back to draw blood. Both being too lost in the moment, neither of you heard the door open in the other room.

Unexpectedly, the door to the betting shop swings open. You gasp, Michael immediately pulling out of you. “Christ. What have I told you two about having sex in here?” Polly shakes her head, oblivious as she walks past you to grab some papers from a cupboard. As Michael fixes his clothes, you jump down from the desk to pull your dress down.

“Oh, Michael.” John imitates your moans as he walks in with Arthur.

“Fuck, oh my god.” Arthur teases too.

Michael rolls his eyes as you blush with embarrassment. “The whole bloody street could hear you.” John laughs with his brother. “Alright.” Michael gets frustrated. He could see how embarrassed you were.

“He’s right. We heard you from a mile away.” Polly joins in, only she’s not laughing. She’s most likely serious. “Mum.” Michael glares at his mother to tell her to shut up. “What? Aww are we embarrassing your lady?” John grins, stepping closer to pinch your cheek. You swat his hand away. “Trust me. If you want a good time, I can do better than him.” John jokes, caressing your cheek. Arthur snickers.

“John. Shut up. Right, you two, clean up your mess. Tommy will be here in ten minutes.” Polly says after finding what she was looking for. She points at the two of you before she leaves with John and Arthur following behind her. Your cheeks are still red with embarrassment. “Cocky bastard.” Michael mumbles about his cousin.

“Don’t worry. John is the last person I’d go for if I weren’t with you.” You step closer to your boyfriend, pulling him into a hug as your chin rests on his chest, looking up at him. He grins looking down at you, putting his hands on your head to brush your hair out of your face. “I feel sorry for Esme.” Michael chuckles, making you giggle, too.

You’re both fast to clean up the mess you made. Michael picks up the piles of books and paper he swiped off the desk from the floor. You rearrange the tables you moved while in the moment. All ten minutes went by. You jump when the betting shop doors open again. This time, John, Arthur and Polly are joined alongside Tommy. Oh, Finn and Ada are here, too.

Tommy stops for a moment before walking past you. “It smells of sex in here.” He comments. John and Arthur snicker like schoolchildren. “I wonder why.” Polly widens her eyes at the two of you. “Michael. Family meeting. Come on.” Tommy calls him to the next room as everyone follows. “I’ll see you later.” You say to your boyfriend, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Love you.” He says.

“Oh, I’ll see you later for round two, Michael.” John teases from the next room, imitating your pornographic moans again. You shake your head. You have to admit, it’s quite funny. Michael walks to the next room as you leave the house. You hear a smack and an “Ow!” From John before you exit. Michael hit him. It made you laugh. You go home and think about your boyfriend for the rest of the day. Round two doesn’t sound too bad, actually.

#peaky blinders #michael gray x y/n #michael gray x reader #michael gray smut #michael gray #michael peaky blinders #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #polly gray #john shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #ada shelby #tommy shelby

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freeuselandonorris · 3 months

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☰ for Monday, with the “who did this to you” trope? Love your fics <33

(from the fic ask game)

HI ANON i am so sorry this has taken me a million years to answer, i started weirdly overthinking it??

my understanding of the ‘who did this to you?’ trope is it’s very hurt/comfort-centric, which is not a genre i write very often (hence probably why i overthought this for so long lmao).

if i was to approach a remix of monday from this angle i think i’d like to do it from lando POV and explore more of why he’s so insecure and why it takes him so long to trust that oscar genuinely really likes him and isn’t just looking for a quick fuck to take the edge off. there’d be more of a focus on lando’s past relationships and in particular how he went from being a slightly nerdy kid (like, he looked twelve until he was about twenty) to suddenly being a millionaire heartthrob with a huge social media following. but he also self-describes as a simp (in the lando norris vs slang video) and clearly wants to be in a “real” relationship rather than just fucking about, so i’d look at what happened to him to make him so cautious with his heart.

proooobably this would end up with past dando or carlando? i have a mild aversion to carlos so i’d probably go for fuckboy daniel ngl.

i think it’d take oscar quite a long time to actually get round to asking lando what happened — partly because he’s got a bit of an attitude of “well, lando will tell me in his own time if it’s important to him” but also because there’s a bit of him that doesn’t really want to know, especially because he’s got a pretty good idea it involves another driver. he’d probably bring it up pretty idly, in the end — lando would make some veiled comment about how netflix would have creamed their collective pants if they’d known the half of it while oscar’s scrolling past DTS trying to find something to watch, and oscar would very casually… actually, y’know what.

Lando feels Oscar go still next to him and mentally kicks himself. Might’ve known Oscar wouldn’t let that one drop.

“So are you, like.” Oscar wets his lips and shifts on the bed, curling up so Lando’s tucked further into his chest. Lando presses himself back, drawing Oscar’s arm around him. “I dunno. Did something happen? With Dan.”

Lando closes his eyes, considers his options. It’s tempting to squirm back against Oscar’s body, press his arse into his crotch and slip Oscar’s hand under the hem of his T-shirt until he forgets the line of questioning, forgets he was saying anything at all. It’s mad, really, the way he responds: Lando only has to pull his shirt up, bite his lip a certain way, and he’ll have Oscar distracted and reaching for him, even now. It’s been months. Lando’s experienced it before, that first flush of desire when he can use his body to control how someone feels about him. It rarely lasts, though, once the novelty wears off.

Which is sort of the point.

He sighs, aware it sounds a bit huffy, and picks up his phone so he can flick through his notifications while he speaks. “I mean, I guess? It was just stupid, though.”

Oscar breathes behind him, slow and deliberate. He hums into Lando’s hair, strokes a thumb over the ticklish spot on Lando’s waist, the dip just above the ridge of muscle that delineates his hip.

Lando swipes through notifs from Discord, Instagram, iMessage, WhatsApp, Reddit, Sky Sport. Dismissing each without seeing it. He laughs, and it comes out all wrong, harsh in the back of his throat and defensive. God. Wet as fuck. “It was just — I mean, he was fucking miserable, you saw him. So I guess he just wanted a pick-me-up, y’know.”

“Right,” Oscar says, voice unreadable. He’s so fucking blank sometimes. Lando fights the urge to turn round and scrutinise his face, opens his emails instead and starts deleting anything that doesn’t look vital.

“He said,” Lando says, aiming to deliver it as a joke. “‘I’m straight, but I bet you suck dick like a girl anyway’. Like. What does that even mean?”

Oscar’s thumb stills, just for a moment, then resumes its slow path. “I know that’s offensive, but I can’t tell if it’s sexist or homophobic or both.”

Lando makes a disgruntled sound of agreement. “Yeah, well, whatever. It was — whatever. Wasn’t anything.”

“You said,” Oscar says mildly. “But I can see why you’d… Why it’d make you cautious.”

Lando sighs. Thinks of Luisa, showing him screenshots, her face streaked with tears. Watching the comments roll in, badly spelled threats he didn’t even bother reporting. The way Carlos never quite relaxed around him once people started tagging them in stupid ship videos. Googling how do you make someone sign an nda locked in an unfamiliar bathroom, mouth sour with vodka, head spinning. Waking up at 5am in lockdown, Max hyperventilating next to him. The girl from Raya he’d sent flowers to, trying to do the thing properly and be romantic, only to find she’d blocked him ten minutes after he got the Your package was successfully delivered email.

“It wasn’t him,” Lando says, locking his phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. He turns, tangling his legs between Oscar’s and leaning in to nip at his jaw, breathing in the familiar smell of Oscar’s basic aftershave. Oscar's arms tighten around him. His cheeks curve into a smile beneath Lando's mouth. “It doesn’t matter.”

#hopefully this baby ficlet makes up for my tardiness in replying!#think it's unblocked me after a few days of feeling frustrated with writing so hooray for that #apologies to dan i needed a villain #mctwinks #fic meta #answered #mondayverse #prompt fill

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s3a-s1ug · 8 months

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Enkivaldr parent headcanons

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ANON REQUEST- unfortunately I couldn’t find the ask in my notifs so sorry abt that :[ anyhoo finally got this one out! Sorry it took a while tho lmao- hope you guys enjoy it tho!! >:]

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-Enki would definitely start off as barely interacting with the two while they started living together after escaping the dungeons. But that gets difficult when they literally live together

- he’s honestly not sure what to do cuz he usually spends his time alone. So he tries to steer clear of them but that plan blows

- Ragnvaldr encourages him to hang out with the girl a bit. He might as well because they’re staying together. He’s not the most enthusiastic about the idea to say the least

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“Tch well I’m not her parent am I?”

“Ja ,Enki , I know but I think you should at least try… maybe you could- I dunno…”

A small silence is in which Enki didn’t break eye contact while Ragnvaldr thought

“Oh! I know! Maybe you could read her some or your book to her? Maybe before she goes to bed, ja?”

“Hmph I hardly think ancient ritual text and dark magic could constitute as bedtime stories” he said in a snark tone

“Well just find something, okej?”

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- so yeah ENKI READS THE GIRL BEDTIME STORIES JSJSJEJK

- He reads her things like stories about the gods or maybe share some excerpts from his own research

- She doesn’t understand it too well so she sometimes asks occasional questions during his reading and he answers [he secretly loves to answer her questions]

- Sometimes he gets so envied in what he’s reading aloud he doesn’t even realize that she’s fallen asleep. His heart melts a bit when he sees her. He says goodnight and leaves quietly

- Ragnvaldr is so genuinely happy about this. Whenever Enki comes out of her room and goes to Ragnvaldr he has the biggest smile on his face

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“What are you gawking at!?” He snapped

“Nothing, stjärnljus, just happy” He replied warmly

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- They would also go on nature walks together JSKSJ- although it does take some convincing to get Enki to actually go outside

“Come on Enki just for a bit. If not for me then for the girl.”

“I understand but I must finish my research”

“Yes but it has been…days since you’ve been outside, ja? You are kind of like a -how do you say…a vampire.”

“A vamp…” he cut himself off processing what Ragnvaldr just said “I’m not even going to dignify that with a serious response…” yet he still pondered and then sighed “fine maybe your right- not about the vampire part- but I might need to go outside for a bit”

“That’s the spirit!”

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- The all walk together. The girl LOVES going outside for walks. He loves running through fields and finding animals with Ragnvaldr. And looking under rocks to find all sorts of bugs with Enki.

- Seeing the two be so interested in the same thing and bonding over it make Ragnvaldr SO HAPPY

- On a good day, if they’re walking down a path together, Ragnvaldr stands on one side of the girl holding her hand and Enki holds her other on the opposite side

- Ragnvaldr even show her some simple hunting and fishing techniques. Enki takes mental notes of everything he’s saying

-Enki slowing but surely warms up to him and the girl and seems genuinely content with both of their company. Even if he doesn’t like to admit it. But Ragnvaldr knows that he has a soft spot for the girl

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I had so much fun with this! JSKSJSJ this was so wholesome omg

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squidthesquidd · 4 months

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Do you have any favourite headcanons about Nightshade?

(I feel like them being autistic is a pretty common headcanon, so I’m curious if you have any thoughts on that as well)

YEAYEYWYEYYSUSY OH MY GOD YES WE HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS ABT THEM !!!!! get ready for a fuckn infodump (also sosoos many of these are just us projecting)

warning: i sound like an insane person

okay so YES !!! nightshade is absolutely autistic. and they are stimming constantly. they stim vocally a lot, and a lot of the time its just bird sounds, but sometimes it'll just start screaming lmao. it also likes to rock back and forth a lot!! definitely a verrrry common one.

Also if youve seen how we draw nightshade you might've noticed that we draw xem with little wings in root mode! they also flap those to stim :]

also they love slime!!! this is verry much just me projecting but i like to think xey love slime and they have a huge collection of textures <33 its favorite is bingsu!!!

and NEOPRONOUNS as you might've noticed :P. (we have a nightshade alter that uses neos so we are once again, projecting) but anyway, it was hashtag that told nightshade about neos, and they immediately got into it!! they have many and love hoarding them <3 some of xeir favorites are it/xe/that/owl/web/bot/mur

bones!!! vulture culture!!!!! they collect bones. sometimes theyll go out into the forest and search for bones for hours (it has soooo many antlers) and if web finds a dead animal, web'll take it back with them to clean it out webselves :]

They also have intrusive thoughts. yeah less fun headcanon time. they can be very vivid and very graphic, and its caused nightshade to have panic attacks a few times. i hc that bumblebee also used to have them, so bees helped xem through some of the bad ones <3

also xey have severe emetophobia. yeah i know, a bit of a weird one. if someones sick, they will be avoiding that person like the plague. whenever it watches a movie with the family, it'll always check if there are emeto scenes so it knows when to look away or leave (shout out to doesthedogdie.com i fucking love that website!!!!)

this post cus i think about it a lot

and general terran hc! i headcanon that all the terrans can eat human food :D although nightshade specifically has a difficult time eating (the tism) and xey'll only eat things like noodles or very processed food. murs a huge ramen lover 😎

MINECRAFT. you cannot look at nightshade and tell me they dont love minecraft!! xey have a survival world going where xeyre completely decked out in netherite, have a hundred redstone machines scattered all over the place, and just so many huge projects going on. mur started a multi player world and got all murs siblings to join. most chaotic world ever

and now im thinking abt owls, so. they have night vision, because of course. and it also sleeps in a nest (terrans can sleep hc jumpscare) its just a pile of a fuck ton of pillows and blankets and if you touch it xey WILL bite you

also it has a very strong prey drive. if they see anything particularly small moving around on the floor they are fucking jumping it. its like xeyre the maltos mouser lmao. no small animal that shows up in the malto home is safe

oh and as for music !!! big fan of the big neurodivergent three lmao. lemon demon, will wood, tally hall. that stuff yknow? (yes im projecting) also heres a playlist that our nightshade alter made that is 100% what we hc source nightshade to listen to !!!!

LOVES STAR TREK !!!! you CANNOT convince me they wouldn’t. big fan of the non-human bridge officers <3 Spock, Data, Saru (and also big Odo fan) webs favorite is probably next gen :] also i 100% percent believe it was Alex that introduced xem to it. i look at alex and see a star trek liker. i will not be taking criticism

oh and now heres a weird one. when nightshade was a protoform, they were always very… squinty? i dunno, its just something we noticed. like why are you squinting baby, can you not see? and then when xey got their altmode, suddenly xeir eyes were much wider! and i like to think that they did actually have bad eyesight as a protoform! and becoming an owl greatly improved it :]

also they cant see glass in their alt mode <3 hashtag has a compilation of mur crashing into windows

and about the episode "missed connection", we aren't actually told how long nightshade was helping tarantulas, and while most interpret it as just one day, i like to think it actually took about a week at least or even longer. i dont really know why i hc this, but maybe its cus i need nightshade and tarantulas to be besties or i'll die

okay thats it for now <3 i definitely have more headcanons so i might make a second post abt em later

#asky #transformers #transformers earthspark #tf #tfes #tfe #earthspark #tfes nightshade #tf nightshade #tfe nightshade #earthspark nightshade #transformers nightshade #nightshade #nightshade malto #nightshade earthspark #headcanon #headcannon #maccadam

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theflagscene · 3 months

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No, do not give Por water.

Those are bloody bags on the counter, man, why does White keep stumbling onto these things?

Fluke, wtf are you doing!?

Okay, it’s a little vomit boys, stop screaming like idiots.

Again, I say, Fluke, do not become a doctor, especially one in an ER.

Would Fluke stop being so damn mean to White!? God dammit! Also why’d you have to walk up to him like that!? Jesus.

Use an oven to dry the clay?

Okay, so possession it is. Green vomit, how very Linda Blair of them.

Now that’s a puncture wound! Finally someone died!

The safety is on? Just a guess why the gun didn’t work? Is no one gonna check it before threatening to use it.

Nah, that bitch is dead. Don’t bother shaking him, CPR ain’t gonna do shit, child.

That’s some good acting on Bump and Fuaiz’s part, Us had a good death scene too. Quiet and sad, not over the top, it was decent.

Could someone hug White and Fluke? Like damn!

Again, I say, Jin dislocated his shoulder, what’s wrong with his legs?

And why do I feel like they slapped Jin and Phee in a different location from the rest of the group because they’re the one acting duo that’ll do vague nudity during a sex scene and BoC needs to sell the BL angle so those two characters are gonna have stress sex at some point and having it at the house with the other characters wouldn’t work.

Yeah, so I take back wanting to hug Fluke, that little shit is worried about his uni grades!? For real!?… Listen, I just have a lot of conflicting feelings about Fluke lol, he’s actually one of the more interesting characters. I wanna slap him a lot of the time, but he is interesting.

Fluke turning on Tee and I’m assuming Top, since those two were the most adamant about not watching the video. I like it, cliched but for a good reason, it works to move the plot forward. Also, why am I getting a vibe that Tan is somehow related to Non? I dunno, just a feeling.

At least Tee stepped in front of White, there’s that redeemable moment for him I guess.

Oh evil Top is back. Great, now please shoot him!

Thank you! Watch Fluke have missed or like hit Tan or something because he closed his eyes lmao.

Next week we get Baby Barcode! Finally! Also, what was so funny about a found footage movie? Tee and Top are just assholes, and it looks like Jin might have played a little bit with Non’s feelings. Hmm, tit for freaking tat much? Isn’t that what he’s whining about Phee doing to him 🤔🤔

#Lynn watched DFF #dff the series #dff spoilers #dead friend forever

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bugnirvana · 2 years

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🤔🤔mike wheeler with a male reader like cuddling really early in the morning and saying dumb shit to each other 🤭 does that make any sense LMAO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME REQUESTING SOMETHING TO ANYBODY MB IF I DID IT WRONG 🤭🤭🤭

🍏🌙”what are apples made of?”🌙🍎 [Mike Wheeler x Reader]

warning(s):fluffy shit, mike wheeler being stupid and tired, dumb as hell ‘i-just-woke-up’ thoughts, possibly out of character mike but whatever, also a lot of cursing. Ppl put warnings for that right?

terms used: he/him, boyfriend

ok I love this prompt so much. also congratulation!!!!you are the first ever fanfic request I’ve ever gotten. my future employers will see this blog and be like “hmm. yeah this is a good employee!”

anyway there is a SEVERE lack of mike wheeler with male readers, I hate it. give the little mushroomhead some love for the boys! I rlly hope you enjoy this! it was really fun to write.I didn’t really have any season specific Mike Wheeler in mind so it’s up to ur imagination (personally I see season 4 Mike, but hey that’s just me)! Enjoy. Sorry if it sucks, it’s incredibly short. I didn’t have many ideas for dumbass shit that would be accurate to the period 😭

It was around 4 or so in the morning and you were staying over at your boyfriend, Mike Wheeler’s house. You had just told your mom that you were going to stay at his house for a sleepover with your friendgroup. You, however, had lied. Nobody else was there, it was just you and Mike, just existing in one another’s arms.

The both of you hadn’t slept at all, not because you were getting up to any teenage activities, but instead that you were just being total nerds together. Still getting no sleep nonetheless, but thank god it had been a Saturday night or else both of your asses would have been dead that morning. The most part, again, you had just been cuddling and being stupid nerds.

It had been a hot minute since Mike had last spoken to you, so you took a moment and attempted to get some shuteye. Mike decided that at that moment, he was going to bother you again from your attempt to sleep.

“Hey [N/N], what do you think apples are made of?”

Ex? Fucking? S’cuse? You?

“Michael Wheeler. You woke me up to ask me what apples were made of?” You whisper yelled.

“It’s a very important question!” he retorted. “Like, I know they’re made of matter and elements and stuff, but why don’t they make apple an element of its own?”

“I dunno, maybe because it’s not an element on its own,” you giggled.

“But like, it’s all naturally occurring right? So why not?” Michael thought aloud. “Like, it’s a compound of stuff and everything but…” he trailed off.

“Darling, dear, dearest.… I think you just answered your own question,” you said, playing with his hair. “Seriously, I think it’s time for the both of us to go to sleep.”

“But like..science and stuff. You know, that cool thing that we like. Yeah. Science..science rocks.” You could hear how tired he was in his voice, not even minding him yawning.

This boy. He was going to be the death of you. The very, very cute death of you.

“Mike….go to sleep. Please,” you begged. “Or, at the least, let ME sleep dude.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll let you sleep.” He said, sighing in defeat, finally relaxing and with you playing with his hair. “I’m lucky that you’re my boyfriend…even though we can’t really be public about it,” he confessed. ��I love you, like, a lot.”

Your face lit ablaze, hiding your face by scooching up close to him and nuzzling into his neck. “I love you like a lot, too.”

You found him to be really warm, him finding you to be warm, too. It was genuinely very comfortable. The both of you stayed in each other’s arms for the rest of your stay, facing one another and just enjoying the company of one another before blissfully falling into the abyss of sleep.

yeah I’m sorry if this sucks 😭 usually I’ll write longer stuff but I’m not very good with Mike wheeler characterization. I can and will rewrite this . I don’t have anyone proofreading this shit, so I’m sorry if anything doesn’t english very well. again. so fucking short but it’s just mike wheeler being all stupid and fluffy and shit. Yeah. Enjoy. I’m tired lol this really isn’t good grammatically

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strywoven · 14 days

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y’all already know what time it is , popping in with my quarterly check-in. just the general , thank you for remaining patient with me through the term and a reminder that the queue will assuredly run out soon but i won’t have the energy to do much for it until break starts a few weeks from now. i’m always skulking about , however , willing to do things over discord or IMs. anyways , the tea under the cut , for those interested !

well , as you might expect , we’re in rush-hour rn with the final few weeks slamming into everyone full-force. not much is happening save for me continuing to excessively min-max my time to ensure i get the best grades possible ( please stop me , this is a problem ) . also two of my finals are a presentation and , as we all know , i might have done theatre but i cannot public speak ; pray for me.

i inevitably turned down the symposium despite the board members being like , “you should do it ! you have good research !” nah. you want my stupid ass to talk to the whole campus ? not gonna happen. sorry , maybe come talk to me when i’m , i dunno , another few years more self-assured.

the induction ceremony into the honor’s society is the 18th ! POG ! every time i talk about it , though , i inadvertently keep referring to it as an “inauguration” so now certain people i’ve mentioned it to refer to me as , “mr. president” as a running gag i shall never live down. don’t you ever let my big-dick 4.0 and verbose mannerisms fool you , i can’t even speak my own language half the time LMAO.

it came to my attention recently that the remaining cornerstone classes for my degree are evening classes. and , just to save everyone a long and miserable story , the TLDR is i don’t drive for traumatic reasons ( and hailing an Uber several times a day back-and-forth is unsustainable when i pay part of my tuition already ) . so i had to sit down to counsel with my advisors and upcoming professors to sort out a game-plan. one of the professors , i shit you not , broke out the , “well , as a psychiatrist --” and she proceeded to grand-stand to me about her accolades , “-- have you considered therapy ?” like , no , what a novel idea-- obviously i have. i literally almost bailed right in that moment ; how fkn rude can you be ? what’s better is that i’ll be seeing her several times next term so … what a good introduction , huh ?

and just a remark about my moral theology course ( again ) . i do not see myself as a “know-it-all” … but i noticed over the term that i am one of the few who contributes consistently to the discussion at all. every time the professor asks a question , I MEAN OBVIOUSLY i have something to say ( like just recently he asked about dostoevsky , whom i was excited to discuss ) . and i swear to god , i cannot tell if this man is smiling when i talk because he’s amused or annoyed -- perhaps both.

#❧ ⸺ update | ooc ❞#❧ ⸺ you’ve gone maverick‚ maverick ! | ooc ❞#sadge for the queue tbh #it was nice while it lasted #but still you're all more than welcome to chatter at me in DMs any time!#i promise i'll try to post a few lore things or inbox calls once it's run out tho

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dear-departed · 2 years

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"We should try that." (Beelzebub)

I had fun writing this, give me feedback, please. I feel like it was okay, but it's definitely been a while since I've written anything smutty, so maybe cut me some slack lmao.

Beel being out fav tit man as usual

Warnings: Smut, just smut. Face-sitting, MC is afab, but no pronouns are mentioned.

Word count: 1.8K

Watching a movie with Beel is always relaxing. The constant crunching of popcorn takes some time to get used to, granted that not many people have a constant stream of it going throughout the film, but regardless, he’s very nice company. He doesn’t make remarks at every corner, he’s an awesome pillow, and he doesn’t mind your constant wriggling or snuggling closer.

Well, it would have been relaxing. It should have been. But then again, you should have known better than to borrow a movie that Asmo of all people recommended. Beel doesn’t seem too bothered, a little red in the face, yes, but part of you wonders if he’s even paying attention. His eyes seem hazy, a little glazed over.

It’s not like you should be super embarrassed seeing this sort of thing around him, after all, the two of you had been dating for quite a while, and of course, as most couples have, the two of you had also been intimate once or twice. But still, this was supposed to be relaxing, not arousing. Maybe a part of you feels guilty, what if he’s uncomfortable and just doesn’t want to say anything? Or what if he’s grossed out that you would dare show him something like this? It’s not like you can just stand up and change it, that would be so awkward and...

It’s not like, just porn, no, but it is certainly very mature.

“We should try that.” You’re ripped from your thoughts by your dear, ginger-haired boyfriend pointing at the screen, looking down at you with a light, nervous grin playing on his lips, his face now a darker shade of red.

Upon looking at the screen, you see the woman on screen straddling what you presume is their lover’s face, seeing as the camera doesn’t pan down that far.

“We have done that, Beel.” You say, smiling nervously in return. And that’s true, he had eaten you out before, and truly, he’s a beast at it. It's like his jaw never tires.

“You’ve never sat on my face before, though.”

Something arousing begins to brew in your gut, while your heart also slowly sinks to your heels. Oh god, that sounds so enticing but at the same time, so nerve wracking.

“Wow, huh... you wanna try that?” You ask, looking deep into his violet eyes for any hint of hesitation, but all you see from those god-forsaken mirrors in his head is your own, red face, gently illuminated by the dim light of the T.V.

His brows furrowed a little, his head cocking to the side. “Only if you want to. Why do you look so nervous?” Dammit, it’s like he can smell the doubt dripping off you.

“I dunno, it just feels like it would be a lot different in real life than on screen. You know?” You began to fidget with a lock of your hair, your nails raking through it as a way to distract yourself from your overwhelming thoughts.

“We can try it, and if you don’t like it, or if it feels bad, then we’ll stop, and then later, we’ll think ‘well, we didn’t like that before, so maybe we won’t try it again’. Does that sound okay? If you don’t want to, that’s okay too, MC.” He nodded his head once, awaiting your input.

“Yeah... that sounds okay. I’m willing to try that. I feel safe testing this out with you. Thank you, Beel.” You leaned forward a little bit, taking his plush cheek into your hand and beckoning his face forward, to which be obliged happily, placing one hand on the back of your head and the other hand on your waist.

He brought your back to the floor slowly, the control that he had to lower and raise you as if you were nothing to him was absolutely impeccable. His large hand that was placed on your waist made a slow trip up and down your side, before two of his fingers lovingly fiddled with the waistband of your pants, slowly wiggling them down your hips.

As he did this, his lips latched onto your, caught in a passionate, popcorn-flavored kiss, the faint taste of whatever soda the two of you had drank prior to this still light on his mouth. His other hand made the same familiar descent down your body, helping to tug down your pants.

After he got the fabric about to your knees, he lifted the fabric of your shirt up, breaking your fervent kiss temporarily so that he could get it over your head. His eyes slowly drifted to your exposed chest (let’s be honest, who the hell wears a bra at home?).

He caressed your hip, rubbing his callused thumb across your tender skin as he trailed it up to your chest, giving one breast a brief squeeze before he made his way further up, his index and pointer finger pressing on your collarbone before he held your jaw in a firm yet delicate grasp, tilting your head up just a tad.

He leaned down, his lips making themselves at home on your neck. He ran his warm tongue along the tender skin of your throat, paying extra attention on where your jaw met your neck. When he felt the goosebumps begin to sprout up beneath his touch, he knew he was at least doing something right.

He was always so intimate, no matter what the two of you were doing, always putting your comfort and pleasure above his own. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder if most of his fun was just watching you enjoying yourself.

He kissed down along your collarbone, then the valley between your breasts and down your stomach. Finally, he stopped, sitting up to finally pull your pants off completely.

He stared at your underwear, his gaze directing itself back up to you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Beel.”

He leaned back down, planting a thoughtful kiss right above the waistband of your underwear, his warm breath tickling your skin as he whispered. ‘Thank you...”

Balling up your underwear and pants, he tossed them to the side, grabbing ahold of both of your hands and pulling you to sit up. He briefly paused, seeming to be processing something. He turned his head, reaching for a half-empty bottle of water, taking a brief sip of it and swishing it around his mouth, then, he swallowed it. After doing this a second time for good measure, he set the bottle down and turned back to face you, smiling a little.

“Okay so... I’m going to lay on my back, and I’m assuming you’re going to scoot yourself over my face?”

“That sounds about right” You croaked out, throat a little dry from the number of gasps and sighs you let out from the previous kiss session.

He nodded again, lowering himself to lay on the floor, his eyes hungrily trained on you as you gathered your wits, crawling a little closer to him. After mustering up enough courage, you began to shimmy yourself over his face, your clit perfectly aligned where his tongue happened to be.

Leaning forward, you gently pressed your hands on to his chest, which had thankfully been bare since the two of you had started the movie. After all, his man-tits made gorgeous pillows.

Just barely hovering over his face, he began to experimentally kiss and suck at your core, just as vigorous and hungry as you remembered it. Perhaps a little more sensitive in this position, because the sensations coursing through your body were absolutely delectable.

He grunted softly, his hands making their way to your thighs, he pressed you down a little more. “I can take it.” He assured, coaxing you to put a little more of your weight into his face.

Moans escaped your slack jar, tongue lolling out and head rolling back a little. Small appraisals fell from your lips as he slurped away, occasionally grunting against your heat. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, his thumbs rubbing the tender skin as he continued to eat you out, progressively getting more and more desperate.

His tongue flicked back and forth across your clit, relishing in the way your body tensed up each time his warm tongue brushed against the ball of nerves, the way your breath hitched every time you felt that shock of pleasure rides up your body, making your brain foggier by the second.

Eventually, he began to gently suck on it, sending into a surge of ecstasy. “B-Beel!” You gasped, gripping onto his massive man tiddies abs.

He withdrew one of his hands from your thighs, holding it out in front of you and making a grabbing motion with his fingers, signaling for you to grab his hand. He squeezed yours gently when you grabbed onto his, lacing his fingers with yours.

That moan that naturally fell from your lips was enough to let him know that he was doing the right things, the way your hands gripped him telling him that you were nearing your high.

Experimentally, he pulled his mouth away from your clit, blowing a gentle puff of cool air onto it, feeling as your muscles clenched after being so relaxed.

As quickly as he pulled away, he latched on again, beginning the same routine of suckling on your twitching ball of nerves, sending you shooting to the top again. In the midst of your pleasure, your legs began to tremble, your moans getting louder as the seconds ticked by. Twitching, your hips lifted up and off his face a little. In a hurry, he pulled his hand away from your, grabbing ahold of your thighs again and pushing you further down onto his face, coaxing you to carry out your orgasm.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, your throat getting tight as every nerve in your legs and core felt as though they were on fire, shooting pulses of pleasure and dopamine that went from your brain all the way down to your ankles.

He slurped up your pleasure as if he were starving, moaning into your core at the taste alone. He released your thighs from his grip, leaving red marks where his fingers were.

You shimmied back off his face, much clumsier than when you first got on his face.

He sat up, running his long tongue around the outside of his mouth, savoring the taste of your release. “Did you like it?”

“Y-yes.” You fell back to sit on your butt, your shaky breaths telling him more than your words could, but regardless, he wanted to hear it. “We... we should do that next time, too. If you don’t mind.”

“I’m glad you liked it too, I loved it. Almost as much as I love you. Maybe because it has to do with you.” He yanked the thin throw blanket the two of you had been cuddling with over the two of you, snuggling into your side.

Needless to say, the two of you will definitely be incorporating face sitting into your sex life.

#Obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date #omswd #omswd beel #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me smut

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daisyful-gvf · 2 years

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honey & chamomile, peaches & cream (part 2)

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pairings: jake x reader

tags: pwp, praise, sex toys, oral sex, kinda overstimulation, dirty talk

word count: 2.7k

notes: soo it was odd to write a follow up to a pwp bc there’s no plot to continue, but i tried!! i tried to keep the same jake and keep the theme of him spoiling you & being talkative. also this is vulgar again lmao. i hope u enjoy <33

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Your hips had begun to writhe again. There was no explaining it; you had tried to explain it to Jake. There was no sense in it. Maybe it was the moon, or some chemical, hormonal imbalance, who knows.

You were just insatiable some days.

Sometimes it was awful; in the middle of tour, or when you had work all day long. Today was not like that, though. This was lucky.

It was only saturday, and you both laid in bed, watching comfort movie upon comfort movie.

A thick, already damp towel laid at the end of the bed, and the toy sat plugged in on your nightstand. Jake’s hair was a mess, tangled and wet with god knows what at this point. He had already came twice, and you four times. His cheeks were permanently flushed; a lovely sight.

After about twenty minutes of squirming and trying to save some shred of dignity, you could no longer resist the longing.

You pawed at his thigh, and instantly a shaky breath left him.

“Yeah?” he murmured, tilting your chin up to look at him from where your head was lolled against his chest, “Again?”

You nodded, biting your lower lip.

“Mmm,” he bit his lip, eyes flitting all over your face, “Okay, angel, let me get it. Drink some water for me.”

You nodded and did as he asked, sipping from the water bottle near you as he got up, grabbed the towel, and grabbed the poor, exhausted toy.

His hands still trembled with excitement when he grabbed it.

You’d already asked him about fifteen times today if you were being too much, did he really want to do this, etc, etc. You should have known from the sounds he made while you were getting off that he was plenty okay with this, but still, his gentle reassurances helped.

The simple fact was that he clearly had a thing for taking care of you; maybe you could call it a kink, maybe just something he liked. Bottom line was, he got off on getting you off, and you were plenty okay with that.

He laid the towel down towards the middle of the bed, and patted it gently, asking you to lay on it. You settled your hips down on top of it and reclined back onto a pillow.

“Baby,” he breathed, shaking his head, “We gotta figure out why this happens so we can make it happen more,” he chuckled, soothing a hand over your thigh.

“I told you—“

“I know, I know, you’re perfect already, I’m not being serious. I just think this would be an ideal way to spend all of our weekends.”

You snorted out a laugh, “Wouldn’t get anything done, babe.”

“I dunno,” he licked his lips, “this seems very productive.”

You laughed again.

“Lift your shirt up a bit, angel,” he directed softly. You hitched the oversized grey t shirt up above your pelvis, revealing a naked lower half.

“Wanna lift it any further?” he grinned. You shook your head, enjoying the security of the shirt. “That’s okay, angel. Whatever makes you comfy.”

He laid back down beside you, close, pressed against your side. He was in black sweatpants only; no boxers, no shirt. The most ideal way for him to be, aside from naked.

He rested the toy on your stomach, a slight tease, before taking your face in his palm to kiss you. Your lips were beginning to be sore from it, but just like everything else, gluttony was preferable today. It came with a little tenderness, but it was so worth it.

He traced his fingertips down your neck, down your sternum, over the toy, over your navel, and lower, slipping a finger gently against you. You hummed and pushed against it, but it didn’t last long.

“You need it?” his voice was low against the shell of your ear.

“Please, yeah,” You nodded, not feeling the need to waste any time with pleasantries. You did need it.

He groaned; amusing, because this wasn’t a surprise at this point. This was the fifth time the toy found his hand today; he already knew.

“So fucking sweet,” he rasped into your ear, “Letting me take care of you all day, huh? You know I will, hm? Take such good care of her?”

“Jake,” you whined, “Please, yes.”

“I will, I will,” he soothed, trailing the toy down your stomach, “I’ll baby your clit all day, angel. Whatever you need.”

You sucked in a breath and bit back a whine.

“You like that, angel? Knowing I’m gonna take care of you?“

A desperate groan fell from you as you nodded, watching his large hand wrapped around it, lowering down your body.

The toy was pink, and it was your new favorite thing. It had one suction end, and one separate end with it’s own pulse, designed to nestle inside you.

Without fail, every time, the oversensitivity from the orgasm it gave you made a mess—it didn’t take long to understand the need for a towel.

It wasn’t a similar sensation to having Jake inside you. That was warm and close and full. This was electrifying and overwhelming and somehow still teasing. You couldn’t stop wanting it.

Jake loved it—‘loved’ may be a bit too reserved, even. It pulled him apart to see you come undone from it.

“Relax, angel,” he murmured low, rubbing the penetrative end of the silicone against you.

To say you were wet would be an understatement—you didn’t know how your body was doing this for so long, but you were quite literally dripping.

He eased the toy against your entrance as he licked at your exposed jaw. His left hand was under your head, cradling it.

Gently, he eased it inside you.

“You wanna set it, or me?” he said softly, eyes watching your face closely. He looked mesmerized.

“You can, you know which one,”

He nodded and clicked the little button on the toy to bring it to to life. You groaned at the low vibration.

He clicked through the different settings until he landed on one the vibration pattern you prefered. You sighed, relaxing into the feeling. This alone was nice, but nothing drastic.

“Kiss me,” he muttered, lulling your head gently towards him with a tilt of his palm.

You look his lips into yours fervently, enjoying the safe and warm feeling.

As he kissed you, you could feel him fumbling with the other end of the toy, then tracing over your clit with his pointer finger, mapping you out. As slowly as one could, he nestled the suction part of the toy over your clit.

You gasped out a moan into his mouth, arching your back off the bed, and he reciprocated with a low hum.

He pulled away from the kiss gently and watched your face.

Your body was immediately warm; flushed, buzzing. It was divine, and the exact reason you kept coming back to this today. There was never enough of this. It made you feel like you were on the brink of orgasm the entire time; the best part, the sweetest teasing.

“Good?” he murmured, grinning slightly.

You nodded, gasping again, hands fumbling to grab onto something.

Your left hand found the sheets, your right, his bicep.

“Good girl, squeeze me as hard as you need,” he soothed, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

Your head was spinning already—it was over sensitive, but in a tempting way, not painful.

You could only gasp, groan, or grit out the occasional curse. There was no way for you to make a request, or form any coherent thought. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He filled in the gaps.

“You look so hot, angel,” he whimpered, “so fucked,” he bit your jaw, “Wrapped around this sweet little toy. You love it, babe? Seems like you love it.”

You nodded, hips stuttering away from the bed, legs beginning to tremble.

“Oh, angel, look at you,” he whispered. He rubbed the back of your head with his pads of fingers, “You’re shaking, poor thing. Does it feel that good?”

You let out some high pitched agreement, and he cursed in return.

“Fuck, oh,” he whimpered as if he was the overstimulated one, “Fuck, you’re so hot. I can’t decide if you look better like this, or when you actually cum.”

“Jake,” you rasped out. You didn’t know why, there was no specific reason to get his attention, but you just needed. He seemed to understand.

“I’m here, angel, I’m right here,” he kissed you, something that quickly devolved into a sloppy embrace of tongues. He was whimpering left and right.

“Come here,” he pulled away and his eyes met yours with an intensity that made you feel shy, “Let me watch your eyes roll back.”

You groaned, letting him observe with rapt attention, pupils blown and eyelids heavy.

It was nothing you had to force; the sweet vibration and the gentle pulse inside you had your eyes rolling back over and over.

“Fuck, there we go,” he murmured, “I bet your pretty cunt is loving this, angel, huh? I bet she feels so good,”

“Jake,” you groaned again. The next word was breathier, “fuck,”

“I know, I know,” he soothed, “My trembling girl. Relax, angel, let yourself have it.”

You took a shaky breath and bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Your whole body was vibrating, flooded with heat, your brain felt like it was floating, dopamine-high.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re so warm, I can feel it without even touching you,” he stretched a finger out from the hand holding the toy and touched your center gently, “So fucking wet. Come on, angel, let go, be good and cum for me.”

Your eyes rolled back particularly hard and you were gripping his bicep so hard you knew there would be small crescent shaped bruises where your fingernails bit at his skin.

“Such a good girl,” he purred against your jaw, “Let me see it, angel, let me see you make a mess,”

You listened to the thrum of the vibration going through you, felt it deep in your pelvis, and soon you could not contain it. Your head thrashed back and forth, your legs and hands trembled, and finally, so sweetly, it hit you.

“Oh!” You yelped, head slamming back. The warmth coursed over you and soaked your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jake was whimpering, strategically moving the toy a bit to try and not hurt you with overstimulation, “Oh, fuck, angel, good girl, good girl, there you go, soak my fuckin’ hand, that’s so fuckin’ good…”

His rambling trailed off as he started kissing your jaw, and you were left blissed-out, melting into the bed.

Soon, all he was saying against your skin was, “that’s a good girl, good girl, angel, such a good girl,” in such a soft whisper it was barely even intelligible.

He started to move the toy away from you, but you whined; the soft buzzing against you was leaving you in some sort of drawn out orgasm, and as long as it wasn’t directly on your clit, it was nice.

“Want it to stay?” He murmured, kissing your cheek.

You nodded and offered a small, “Mmhm.”

“Okay, babe,” he kissed you, holding the toy kindly against you still, “You sure? It’s not too much?“

“No, it’s nice,” you spoke against his mouth.

He hummed, licking into your mouth. You wish you could have suspended that feeling into the rest of time and just lived in it forever—the subtle pleasure from your hips, the warmth of his mouth.

As he pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you intently. His tongue swept over his bottom lip.

“God damn, I’m so turned on. I don’t know how I’m even hard after everything earlier,” he breathed, “You have no idea how much I love watching you like this.”

You laughed, soft and easy, “Yeah?” you teased, touching his face, “M’glad. Thank you for being so sweet.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, dear,” he grinned.

After a moment of silence, he swiftly slipped down the bed, settling between your legs.

“Jake,” you groaned at the implication.

“Mmm?” he hummed, swiping the sticky hair from his face, holding the toy still, gripping your thigh with his other hand.

You couldn’t find anything to say, and instead just let your head fall back.

He dropped the suction part of the toy, just leaving the vibrator inside you.

His hands firmly gripped at your thighs, and then, like warm velvet, his tongue lapped over you.

“Jake, oh—” his name was a broken plea.

He hummed into you, licking warm and slow.

“Not trying to make you cum,” he murmured, “Just wanna baby her,” he lapped again as you whimpered, “You’re so swollen, angel. Does this feel nice?” he licked again, brown eyes meeting yours, tender tongue slipping over you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Gentle, please,”

“I will be,” he whispered with another kitten lick, “I’ll be so sweet to her, angel, just relax.”

He lapped lazy stripes over you, humming and groaning into you, hair sticking to his forehead. He went on for a while, and you let yourself be blissed-out and distant. Let him just take care of you.

After several minutes, he raised his head, his chin slick, his nose red, lips flushed. He grinned softly.

He turned the vibration off and slipped the toy out of you slowly. Then, he crawled up your body, leaving feather-light kisses here and there.

When he reached your face, he smiled wide at you.

“Hey, angel,” he kissed your nose, “feel better?”

You nodded and bit your lip in a grin, “Much.”

“Mm,” he kissed your cheek before laying beside you again, “I’m enjoying the hell out of this,” he smiled in a cocky way, “Hope you’re not getting too worn out yet.”

You laughed, touching his bare torso, “It always feels that way until I wait a bit,” you murmured, “I doubt I’m really worn out just yet.”

He grinned, “How many times we gonna do this today, huh? I’m hoping for double digits,” he smiled wildly.

“We’ll see, babe, we’ll see. How about you? You gonna join me again?”

He licked his lip, “I’d say no, cause I don’t think I’ve came three times in one day since I was a teenager, but fuck,” he laughed, “This might be the day.”

“Mm,” you bit your lip, “I think we should try. In a bit.”

He nodded, “Anything for you. Drink your water, angel, and come lay between my legs. Gonna braid your hair before it gets all knotted up with you thrashing your head around,”

You wanted to laugh, but it was sweet, so you blushed instead.

“Gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” you said.

He nodded, “I’ll clean up and grab your hair brush.”

When you returned, he had plugged the toy back in, gotten a fresh towel, and sat on the bed with your hairbrush on his thigh. He gave you a welcoming grin and patted between his legs.

You sat between them as he asked, letting your mind go a bit fuzzy, watching the movie with hooded eyes, sipping your water, and focusing on the feeling of his hands swiping through your hair tenderly.

“You’re my girl, you know that?” He kissed your neck as he slipped the hair tie ring from his middle finger and secured it at the end of your braid.

You nodded, because yeah, you knew. He could never let you forget, and you loved him for it.

You laid back against his warm, naked chest and he sighed heavily.

“Just relax on me, angel. Take a nap if you need to. Let me know when you need it again, okay?” he murmured into your hair, his fingers stroking over your forearms.

You nodded and craned your neck to look up at him.

“You’re perfect, Jacob,” you grinned, “Really. You are.”

He blushed, as you knew he would at the use of the name.

“You’re too sweet for me not to be, angel. I’d do it all for you. Need you to feel cherished.”

“Mm. I love you.”

“Love you, angel.”

He kissed you softly, brief but sincere.

You nuzzled your head back into his chest and tugged the throw blanket over your legs, letting yourself go into the Saturday afternoon, waiting patiently for whatever may come next.

fin.

#gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #greta van smut #gvf smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fics #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka x reader

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fear-is-truth · 1 month

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pretty obvious coming from me, but what do you think about pet play? (don't know if you like it and if so, don't know if you would be a dom or a sub)

never thought about this in great length but i’m a dom for sure!! (this doesn’t apply to kai. for him, i’d volunteer as pet tribute lmao)

#okay i have actually found the inspo to write ur request #I loved ur moodboard btw #not me being an actual prude irl #ask games

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emarttt · 1 year

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Just thought of a quick headcanon bc of hermione and Harry's interaction about Romilda and her "potential" love potion and it made me think of a headcanon with Ominis trying to be a mom as he’s told to be (plz be nice it’s my first writing in English ^^):

*Ominis and you were at the library, searching for an old book about ancient runes, you, sitting with a pretty huge pile next to you while your friend was standing, a little book written in braille in the hand*

Ominis : You know, I was thinking about something lately with all latest events but you really should be careful with who you're talking to...

Y/N : It really comes from nowhere… Why's that?

Ominis : For god sake... Come closer.

You executed yourself, coming closer as the Slytherin step forward, knowing where you were due to your clothes’ friction. When he suddenly put a finger on your nose, probably thinking this was your mouth

Y/N : Why are you touching my no-

Ominis : Shhhhh !

Without even moving, he made silence reign between you two, letting you be more confused than ever.

Ominis : Look behind me, you see him?

Y/N : Yeah, that's Gareth Weasley and so what?

The boy let a long sigh get out of his slight mouth.

Ominis : You're really never pay attention... I told you to listen !

Y/N : No, you put your goddamn finger on my nose

Ominis : Stop talking about that ! If you had paid attention, you would've understood what he was saying! He told the guy next to him he was looking to ask you on a date

You actually needed time to process. Letting your eyes slowly following your head as you admired a bit more the Gryffondor. He was definitely not bad looking with his curled up red hair and all those subtle freckles. Always kinda mesmerised by the young man, you answered :

Y/N : What? You mean… for real ?

Ominis : Did you really see me joking around a lot since we first met? It’s Sebastian role to be the stupid one here. Yes for real, I’m surprised you don’t believe it yourself actually

Y/N : What do you mean?

Ominis : Come on … since you arrived everyone seems to be interested in you, it's like they know there’s something special about you and I won't be surprised if some would like to take advantage of it.

Y/N : But, Ominis, I am special and- *OW*! … Sorry…

And he slapped you with the tiny book he was holding since, feeling now a soft pain in your shoulder as you giggled a bit, seeing the natural bored Ominis for the real first time.

Y/N : Didn't know you could aim correctly

Ominis : It's not because I'm blind that I can't hit idiots.

Wrote this at two am yesterday, dunno if it’s good or bad but anyway imagine Ominis being a bit protective bc he’s :

1. Actually jealous but shows it with restraint

2. Trying to catch up Sebastian behaviour who’s been a dick with you (and let you think he’s not into you)

3. Just being a protective mom

I like all three possibilities lmao

#hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #ominis x mc #ominis x reader

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officialgleamstar · 8 months

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Yeah yeah yeah I'd love to hear your thoughts on the dynamics!!!

OKAY. SO. To restate myself: I THINK (almost) EVERY OAK AND CLOSE/FOSTER SHIP IS SO INTERESTING. They always have something fun going on … and also they’re always bi4bi which is deeply important to me. Sorry if any of this is hard to understand I am so so tired XD

Meryl and Hildy are the only two where I’ve not really dedicated thought to them. However, I could absolutely see them as like… you know that trope of a Casanova desperately chasing after the only woman who isn’t interested in him? THAT. THEY ARE THAT TO ME. Hildy is too focused on her career for men and it drives Meryl crazy

My thoughts on Barry and Bill should not be said in a public setting but I will provide this

Barry is gray and bill is blue. He should fuck that old man (purposefully ambiguous on who I mean). Anyways

My feelings on Glennry are. Well explored LMAO They’re my favorite ship! I know they can be super toxic as a ship, but I do really love them, most of all, as a ship where both parties fight tooth and nail to get better for the other. Because they understand each other and care for one another and the other person is just so so so fucking worth it to them. It makes me happy :]

Henry/Jodie is like, a sleeper agent in my mind. I think they have the capacity to be so fuckin compelling but I’m usually dedicating too much time to Glennry and Rodie to think about it. I LOVE these two though. I’m not usually a huge fan of Jodie struggling with his sexuality (it’s just funnier to me if he dated Scam with no hesitation.) but I’m in love with it specifically for Henry/Jodie contexts. Something about Henry being so loose and free with his sexuality contrasted with Jodie being so buttoned up about everything makes me so fhdksgajdhskdh!!! And of course, it is canon in that one AU-of-an-AU for MnMoms LMAO

Nark <3 one of my original ships and one I’ve been thinking about a lot this weekend. The PEAK of adhd boyfriend/autism boyfriend in my mind. As I said the other day - I love them as established but ambiguous. No one knows what their relationship is, least of all them, but it has been going on for years. I find them really interesting but I don’t tend to agree with some of the like, I dunno, trademark features of popular Nark dynamics? I think Nicky is the type to do anything to get approval from those who cares about, way more so than I’ve seen some people give him credit for (more, maybe they give him too much credit? Wording LOL), and I think Lark feels intense guilt for the mere act of existing, and I think these two characteristics are SO fun to throw up against each other. Also I know Nicky is a cool alt demon boy when they’re teens, but he’s still a cop’s son and I LOOOVE that in contrast to Lark’s hot-to-those-in-his-age-group brooding and general delinquency vibes (ie (our only real example) swapping places with his twin so he can risk his life LMAO). GOD SORRY IM RAMBLING ABOUT NARK NOW I like them. A lot

In contrast to Nark, I think the general consensus on Lovesong is awesome. Sparrow and Nicky liked each other so much as teenagers, they were an adorable T4T couple, they’re adhd boyfriend/autism girlfriend, and now they’re the worlds messiest exes ever and it’s everyone’s problem <3 ohhh sword to throat scene, you will ALWAYS be famous. I also love them with a dynamic of like… Sparrow being much more confident around Nicky, but struggling a lot in general social interactions. Something about her blossoming and opening up when around Nicky in particular, and maybe neither of them even notice at first… but then one day it clicks. They’re just SO comfortable around each other and I love thinking about like. The details of how that relationship dissolves, and how much worse it must have made the betrayal. Their current antagonism is made so so so interesting, especially when Sparrow is such a pushover to everyone BUT Nicky… OUGH. LOVE THEM!!!! (do you guys like how I automatically trans fem Sparrow in Lovesong settings specifically LMAO)

Oakworthy is another one I’ve talked about at length. They are two bugs I am raising in captivity together and they keep trying to each other, so I have to separate them, but I put them back together anyways. Because thIS IS HOW OAKWORTHY CAN STILL WIN-!! I love these two, fully immersed in the fantasy that they’re going to fix things and get together in the end. I think the fact that they both have such strong identity issues but in different ways - Hermie has no idea who he truly is and tries on a million masks to compensate, while Normal tries so desperately to be someone else but his true identity always shows in the end - makes for a REEEALLY interesting dynamic. They both try so hard to be who the other person wants, and fail to realize that what the other wants is for them to be themselves. Makes me crazy

AND FINALLY. NORMAL/TAYLOR. Tayloak <3 only something I’ve started thinking about, like… in the past few weeks XD but I think they’re REALLY FUN. Obviously there’s this massive aspect of Normals jealousy of (and over) Taylor, which can be fun to play with in a “do I want him or do I want to be him” way! I think those types of crushes are SO funny in fiction. And also. Once again. They fit the autism x adhd dynamic except this time, they’re both high energy. Tackling as a love language. To me.

Obviously, all of this is just my personal opinion!!! I do not pretend to know these characters better than anybody else (except Jodie.) and this is just my interpretation of these ships :] if people have wildly different opinions I’d love to hear em as well, just be nice LOL

#I can’t tag these ships because putting either of the twin/nicky ships in the opposite tag? sacrilege #dndads #ask #babacontainsmultitudes #I WAS GONNA ANSWER THIS IN THE MORNING but my body pains are keeping me up. L #I almost talked about Morgan/Mercedes as well but restrained myself

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