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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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AND NOW soap and somno 😌 perhaps ghost there too as an addition, but mostly soap

ugh, god, somno is probably one of my fav kinks if im being honest and I wanna focus on soap rn but i've gotta give my boy ghost some love later, don't want him feeling neglected

John 'Soap' MacTavish and Somnophilia Kink

So I feel like Soap loves somno. Like it might be one of his favorite things. Not for any particularly pervy reason either, but more the trust that you show him by telling him that he can just use your body for his pleasure while you sleep, it just... blows his mind? How is he this lucky??

I feel like there are two main situations in which he specifically enjoys partaking in somno.

The first is when he comes home from a long op. Any time away from you is a long fucking time, but the ops that last months and months? He hates those more than anything. One of two things is true when he comes home. You're either awake, or you aren't. Doesn't matter how you start out though, because you end the night passing out from the sheer number of orgasms he wrings from your body. He's gotta make up for the time he's been away, and when he physically can't fuck you any more, he lays between your thighs and eats you out for hours, re-familiarizing himself with the way you taste.

The other main situation in which he specifically enjoys somno is when he wakes up in the morning before you.

Being career military, Soap is used to waking before the sun. He was never able to fall back asleep, even laying next to you, so he'd often just get up and putter around the house, doing things just to keep his hands busy. It wasn't until you were having the discussion about somnophilia, and your enthusiastic consent that you think to bring up his early mornings.

"I wouldn't mind waking up like that some mornings, Johnny," you say to him over your cup of coffee, peering at him over the rim. He's sitting across the kitchen table, and his eyebrow raises as he processes your words.

"How'da ya mean, hen?"

Your lips curl in a sly little smirk.

"You've fucked me unconscious more than once Sergeant," you drawl, tongue curling around his title and watching with sharp eyes as a shudder runs down his spine. "Seems only fair I get to wake up tha' way too sometimes, ya know?"

Soap takes your words to heart the very next morning, when he slowly blinks awake, and the red LED of the alarm clock informs him it's only 0500 hours. Normally, considering it's a Saturday, you wouldn't be up for at least another two hours, more likely three or four. He's about to get up when he remembers what you'd said the morning before.

He's careful with his movements, not wanting to wake you until he's had some time to have some fun. Slowly, Soap strips the covers off your body, and then slides your panties down your legs. He lets you keep your shirt on, but only because it's actually his, and fuck if that doesn't do it for him.

Settling on his belly between your thighs, which he spreads slow and careful, he hums low in his throat as he feasts his eyes on your pretty cunt. He uses his fingers to carefully spread your folds, a moan falling from his lips at pretty sight in front of him.

He must spend at least thirty minutes just running his fingers over the sensitive folds of your labia, occasionally bringing his fingers up to his mouth to suck your essence off and return them back to your pussy, slicked with his spit. He brushes his thumb over your clit from where it peeks out at him, a silly grin lighting up his face when your legs twitch and a sleepy whimper falls from your lips.

Finally, he can't hold himself back and just seals his mouth over your cunt. He can't stop the desperate groan that escapes him when he finally tastes you from the source. He eats you out like a man starved, like he's dying from dehydration and you're the only thing he needs to sustain himself. He's eager and thorough, languid strokes of his tongue slip through your folds, pausing only so he can suck softly on your clit.

He eases a finger, then two, then three inside you as he's practically drooling eating you out, his ears picking up on the quiet squelching sounds as he spreads you open. He knows exactly where to press his fingers to make you come, which he does over and over again while he sucks at your clit and strokes the skin of your inner thigh with his other hand as your legs tremble around his head.

Still, you stay asleep, even as your body shakes through at least three orgasms. Soap is good and balancing between too much and not enough, which is perfect for situations like this.

When he finally emerges from between your thighs, the clock shows that it's just before 0800 hours. Once, you might've been surprised that he could spend close to three hours eating you out, except, he's proven that he can and will spend far longer, so it's no longer quite a shock.

He knows your body will be naturally waking you up soon, so he decides to finally give into his own body's desires, and fuck you. He can't imagine you'll hate waking up on his cock, anyways.

...

The sense of rocking is what finally begins to pull you from unconsciousness. You'd been having a lovely dream, pink hazed and sweet on the tongue, and you'd fought consciousness with everything you had. But your brain refused to ignore the sensation of your body slowly rocking rhythmically, and so you ascended through the layers of dreams.

As you get closer to full awareness, you realize that there's a sense of fullness inside you that wasn't there when you went to bed. Thick and heavy, you feel the press deep inside, and you moan softly as it brushes up against heaven.

The rocking has stopped, and your eyes slowly flutter open to see Johnny, kneeling above you, his bright blue eyes sparkling and full of love.

"G'mornin', bonnie," he rasps, his thumbs rubbing over the sides of your hips. "How ya feelin'?"

You frown in confusion, not quite sure what he means, before your brain catches up to everything else, and you realize just why you feel so full.

Soap is watching carefully, and when he sees the recognition on your face, he begins thrusting again, slow and powerfully deep. Your eyes roll back in your head as he does, your cunt overly sensitive from all the orgasms he's already pulled from you. Your body is boneless, limp and pliant as he takes what he wants, ratcheting up your own pleasure in the process.

"Johnny," you moan, fingers twisting in the sheets underneath you searching for some kind of way to ground yourself. "Fuck, feels so good, baby."

He pitches forward, catching himself with an arm over your head as he presses a kiss to your lips, his hips pumping even as he sucks your tongue into his mouth.

He's never able to stand it when you praise him, it always makes him go a little dizzy and soft. You pant into his mouth, releasing the sheets to instead wrap your arms around his neck.

With his forehead pressed against yours, your sharing each other's breaths, and every whispered word feels like confessional.

"So good to me, baby," you murmur into his mouth, brushing your nose against his even as his eyes close and his hips stutter. "Such a good boy, Johnny, fuck me so well."

"Love, I can't–" he chokes out, desperate and pleading at the same time. He's begging for permission, which you gladly grant him.

"That's it," you coo, watching as his face screws up in pleasure even as you feel your own coil tighten to the breaking point. "Fill me up, baby. Want you to come, want it so bad. Please, baby, you've been so good, just let go and come."

...

fuck that got really soft at the end... enjoy!

#thot weekend #asks #asked and answered #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #consensual somnophilia #somnophilia #smut #18+#mutuals #mutuals and friends #fem!reader

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glittercake · 1 year

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could you go into your writing process a bit? i’ve been a fan of your fics for years now, and i still find myself in awe of how you’re able to create these cohesive worlds and voices and dynamics and just how tight your writing is. like i never feel like anything should be cut and even if all the loose ends aren’t tied up, i feel like it ends right where it should. like i’m so curious to see how your brain turns out so much magic!!

Oh my gosh, this is so nice of you to say 😭 Thank you first of all! Secondly, I'll try to map out my process for big wips below the cut! Hope it makes sense 🤭 But this ask literally put a smile on my face all day, so thanks again.

So to start off, I usually have a good idea of exactly how the story should end. That helps big time with everything else. If I don't know kind of what happens in the middle and exactly how it should end, I really struggle.

Then I have a separate doc where I write down all my notes or thoughts about the stories, and also do the outlines. The story ideas come either extremely randomly, like me falling down a rabbit hole of presidential assassinations on YouTube (y'all know what this resulted in) or they're a result of my friend and i spiraling about something in the DMs (lighthouse, boxing fic, soulmate fics, most of the horny ones too 😂)

I also like to gather some pics just to get an idea of what the characters look like in whatever universe I'm writing about, as well as the scenery and buildings/layout. So for example, i used these inspo pics for The First Gentleman:

So every time I open the doc to write I'd have these, the outline, and the notes open. Other visuals like the banner or graphics I make also help put me in the right mindset for the story.

So, before I start writing, I draft an outline. I try to keep it brief tbh, the longer and more involved the outline the more intimidating the story feels which means less chance of me actually writing it 😅 (there are about 3 outlines that will probably never see the light of day!) but brief doesn't always work so what i do, especially for long wips, is make a short bullet list for what needs to happen in each chapter.

This way i can accommodate plot bunnies, shift stuff around and kill the darlings before i get too attached, i usually also have a few key scenes in my head and i then fit them in here. Outlines also include stuff like a quick character write up like age, quirks, bad habits, cute habits or sayings they have (in Ain't No Grave they had this cute back and forth "keep up now" or in Ruins Bucky called everyone meatballs.)

This is roughly what a chapter outline looks like for me:

lmaooo. as you can see it's very informal. basically a scribble.

Usually when I'm super inspired, i can get going straight away, otherwise I let it turn over in my head a little bit until i come up with a good starting point. What also helps me cement the character voices and specific characteristics is re-watching whatever source media it relates to. So for me it's always Cap 2 & 3 and TFATWS, Endgame where Sam gets the shield, and Sam’s scene in AoU and Antman.

I prefer to write in order from start to finish. I find I lose interest too quickly if I don't. Having a point to work toward is easier for me. BUT at the bottom of the notes/outline doc I also have a section for scenes that I absolutely can't get out of my head and need to write down right the fuck now. For example Monica’s induction in TFG was written waaay before anything else, so was the sambucky reunion in that fic. But, because I placed it at the bottom of a separate doc, the fic was still technically written in order 😌 makes perfect sense, I know lol.

Then whenever I finish a bullet point in the outline, I color it off the list. This process helps me keep track of what has been done and what still needs to happen. Seeing how much I've completed also really helps to keep me motivated, plus the colors are fun! Helps with sticking to what i had planned too, i find if i don't follow outlines, the scenes and characterization kind of jump all over the place. Mostly i only have some time on weekends to write so knowing exactly what i need to write and how i need to write it beforehand is key to me. Having the outline done before I start means I have a week to play those scenes out in my head or play with the dialogue until it sounds right.

If I get stuck, I read either a book or my favorite fics, do some art, or just leave it be until inspo strikes again.

And I think that’s about it. Don’t know if this is what you were looking for but there you have it 😂

💕

I’m always happy to get asks about my fics and writing, so don’t be shy!

#ask #writing

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thechaoticfanartist · 11 months

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What are Grim's interactions with Obi-Wan like? :)

Well with Grim being Obi-Wan's Padawan, Grim's interactions with Obi-Wan naturally include lots of lessons. They also have plenty of banter between them with lots of sass. (These two cannot be stopped). They also have a father-daughter relationship with Grim having called Obi-Wan dad multiple times. Some characters even think they're related. It gets to the point where after Order 66 their cover story actually becomes the fact that they are a father and daughter who are looking for a new life after The Clone Wars.

On the sadder side of things, both Grim and Obi-Wan tend to blame themselves for a lot of the events that happen that were out of their control (Order 66 and Anakin's fall being a major one.) However neither of them like seeing the other sad and try to comfort each other a lot.

Grim is very protective of Obi-Wan and sees him as this beacon of light in the Force. He's her hero, and her source of hope. When Grim struggles with things she looks to him for a reason to keep going.

Obi-Wan is also protective of Grim but he doesn't necessarily show it in the same way. He cares about her a lot and wishes she would open up to him more because he wants to help her, but he can't if she never tells him her problems.

Overall their interactions kind of vary depending on the point in their relationship and lives. Have some of my personal favorites of their interactions:

Their first interactions. Absolutely iconic.

The first time Grim calls Obi-Wan dad 😭🥺

This one just breaks my heart.

I'm going to cry 😭

Some of their iconic banter 😌

Some more pain from them:

Obi-Wan placed a hand on her shoulder. Then suddenly she reached forward and wrapped him into a hug. She sobbed into his chest, getting tears on his robes, but he didn't mind. He patted her head and held her back as she cried. He found himself unable to find the words to comfort her.

Then Grim said something unexpected. "Promise me something, Master. If I die today, if I'm killed and you lose even more, promise me you'll never give up hope. There's always light, even in darkness."

"Don't give up either Grim," said Obi-Wan, looking down to see her tear filled eyes. "You don't know for certain."

"But I do, everything is pointing to the ending I've already seen. My sacrifices mean nothing."

"The future is always in motion, Grim. You only know one path."

"And I'm afraid of it. I don't want to die. Don't let me die, Obi-Wan."

"I won't Grim, we'll both survive, okay?"

"Promise?"

He couldn't. This wasn't something he could promise, and yet, "I promise."

(I haven't posted this chapter yet and it splits into two pages on Google Docs so I couldn't send a screenshot of that scene )

Okay any more scenes and I might spoil the ending of the fic 😅 I just love Grim and Obi-Wan's relationship very much.

#grim kennet #grim and obi wan #ocb2023

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 2 years

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Can I request an imagine where Taron (or any of his characters) and the reader are best friends but he becomes jealous when he sees her out with someone else? Super angsty with optional smut (no worries if you don’t write smut 😌)

Thank you!

Note: Thank you so much for requesting this. It was fun to write but admittedly, I did have some trouble getting the smut just right so I had to source out a smut scene I had already written and stitch it together with this imagine.

In saying that, I hope that everything makes sense and flows together in a way that you had pictured in your mind.

I hope that you enjoy!

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Not knowing what the hell to do with himself, Taron tried texting you to see if you were able to come over. He had come home from such an aggravatingly grueling movie shoot, and he simply needed his best friend. He needed to get his frustration off his chest but no matter how many times he texted or left a voicemail for you, you weren’t answering, and it was concerning him to say the least as it wasn’t like you to ignore him.

Despite his brain telling him not to disturb you and whatever you were doing, Taron decided that it was ultimately better to throw on a hoodie and drive to your place. You had given him a key to your flat so that he could come and crash at yours if he needed to. Even if he wasn’t planning on crashing at your place, he was still concerned as to why you weren’t answering his messages, so he thought that coming to check on you and bring your favorite take away meal with him was definitely needed. Except it wasn’t.

He arrived to your flat about twenty minutes later but before going to let himself in, he thought that maybe he would try texting you again. When he didn’t get a reply from that either, he sighed and got the items he bought and made his way to your front door. It was oddly quiet inside, and it made his stomach sink with worry. His worry was heightened when he heard something breakable hit the floor and smash.

He hurriedly unlocked the door and flipped on the living room light. Big mistake.

“Fuck Taron, don’t you know how to knock!” You shouted at him as you and your date scrambled to get your clothes on. Taron just stood there in shock. He could feel his heart racing at the same time as it sunk. The last thing he expected to see was you on top of some random guy, moaning like something possessed.

“Turn around!” You hollered, trying to get through to Taron that he was intruding on your date. Speaking of your date, he was trying to get his pants on so frantically that he fell. The thud he made when he hit the floor made Taron rush out of your flat. His heart hurt.

“Are you ok?” You asked Tom as you helped him up. He nodded and looked between you and the door with embarrassment.

“I think I’m just going to go.” He said quickly, bolting through the door and down the stairs to his car. Taron stood watching the whole thing.

You were beyond livid. How dare he barge in.

“What the hell is your problem?” You seethed as you pulled him into your flat and slammed the door shut.

“My problem?! I have been texting you and calling you and you didn’t answer me. I thought something was wrong since you never ignore me and when I heard the lamp smash, I got scared.” He defended.

“Did you ever think that maybe I was busy and couldn’t talk?” You rebutted, still fuming. Whether it was from embarrassment of Taron seeing you naked or Taron seeing you fucking someone else, you had no idea.

“Normally when that happens, you at least send me an emoji to let me know. You didn’t do that so don’t get mad at me.” He spoke.

At this point, you knew he was right. You sighed.

“You’re right but still, you should have knocked.” You said calmly. Taron looked at you with annoyance.

“Then don’t give me a fucking key and knock over a lamp. You had me really worried y/n. I thought something happened to you.” He grumbled. You were touched that he felt protective of you, but it was still irritating.

“Well, I’m fine Taron.” You grumbled in return.

“Right. Enjoy the rest of the night then.” Taron said as he turned to leave. You rolled your eyes at how childish he had sounded saying that.

“Wait. Tell me why you really came over.” You asked, knowing there was a deeper reason to all of this chaos.

Taron stopped and looked at you with sad eyes. Your heart broke at that, and you knew you had forgotten something that was obviously important to him.

“Don’t look at me like that. Just spit it out Taron.” You told him. You weren’t mad at him, but you were upset that he did that every time you had forgotten something, which honestly wasn’t very often.

“No one seems to have remembered apparently.” He said sadly.

“Remembered what?” You asked, really not understanding him.

“Check your fucking phone y/n” He responded. You gave him a slight frown of confusion and grabbed your phone. Switching it on, you saw the date. November 10th. His birthday.

You both inwardly and visibly cringed, bracing yourself for more words from him.

“Taron, I’m-“ You began before he interrupted you by putting his hand up.

“Save it. All I’ve had today is people forgetting and realizing at the last minute and then wishing me happy birthday out of pity. Not to mention that today was rough for me filming wise. I thought you of all people would remember, but by walking in and seeing you and what’s his face, you clearly forgot.” He said.

“Taron come on. It’s not like I did it on pur-“ You said, again getting interrupted by him.

“On purpose. I get it. Having someone else’s dick in your mouth is more important.” He replied before actually leaving your flat, taking the food with him. He disappeared down the stairs quickly.

You sighed and decided to go after him.

Taron got back to his flat and put the food in the fridge before heading upstairs to go and sulk in his bedroom. Was he upset that people forgot his birthday? Of course it stung a bit but what really hurt was that his best friend was more interested in fucking someone else. Ok, maybe he wasn’t full on hurt by it, maybe there was a bit of jealousy there as well but who wouldn’t be jealous. Y/n was beautiful. Her eyes were big, bright and sparkling. Her smile could lighten anyone’s mood. Her laugh was music to his ears and her overall being was so warm, he was afraid that he’d blurt out how he really felt. He was head over heels, butterflies in your belly, belly doing flips, heart racingly in love with you. He wanted to be with you, but he was afraid that you’d laugh in his face, so he vowed never to say anything. Tonight though made him want to kick himself for not speaking up sooner.

“Taron, I know you’re in there. Open the door.” You called from the other side, breaking Taron from his thoughts. He debated about ignoring you and giving you a taste of what he felt but he couldn’t do that to you. He wouldn’t.

He walked to the door begrudgingly and opened it slightly.

“Look, I’m sorry ok. What more do you want me to say?” You asked, looking at him through the crack in the door. He watched you as he figured out what to do. Suddenly, he shut the door, but you mistook that for him shutting the door in your face. You scoffed and it was your turn to make an exit.

“Where the hell are you going?” Taron asked from his doorway.

“You shut the door in my face.” You stated.

“Only so I could unlock it you dopey mare.” He said, feeling his body fizzing with what he was about to do. You looked at him and gave him a small smile.

“I really am sorry Taron. It’s been a crazy week and my mind wasn’t there.” You said, coming to a stop in front of him. Taron quirked a brow at you, but you didn’t care, you wrapped your arms around his middle and rested your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beating.

“Run a marathon, did you?” You teased, feeling like you were able to add a little humor into this situation. He shook his head and sighed. Yeah, it was definitely jealousy he felt.

“Still have that food you brought?” You questioned, looking up at him, seeing a different emotion on his face altogether. Guilt.

“In the fridge.” He replied, breaking the hug and guiding you into his home.

With the chips, chocolate, greasy food and five beers each, your body was feeling more at ease. Taron was sprawled out on the floor, staring at the ceiling whilst you were sprawled out on his sofa with Nelly resting on top of you.

“Can I ask you something, y/n?” Taron asked, breaking the silence. You drunkly smiled. To be fair, you had indulged in more than beer.

“Always.” You replied, running your fingers through Nelly’s soft fur.

“Can you close your eyes for me?” He questioned. You furrowed your brows.

“Why would I do that?” You replied. Taron sighed. It was now or never and if you were looking at him, he knew he’d chicken out.

“Please. Just close your eyes.” He asked again. You sighed heavily.

“Alright fine but I’m warning you right now, I will hit you so hard if you do anything to me.” You told him. This made him chuckle. He knew that you wouldn’t.

Taron looked over at you and when he saw your eyes closed, he got up from his spot on the floor and removed Nelly from your torso.

“Hey, I was enjoying my Nelly cuddles.” You whined playfully. Taron didn’t answer though, and you were tempted to open your eyes. That was until you felt Taron’s lips on yours. You jumped a little at the realization, causing him to move back quickly.

“I’m sorry. I saw that going better in my head. I thought I’d chicken out if you were looking at me.” He spoke, almost in fear of what you’d do. You just looked at him trying to process what the hell had just happened.

He kissed you and you liked it? Yes, you liked it. No, you loved it in fact. It was nice and gentle.

“Kiss me again.” You instructed.

“I said I was so- wait, what?” He asked. You grinned at him.

“Taron, kiss me.” You said, confirming your want for him. He swallowed and blinked slowly down at you.

Taron slowly leaned down again and this time, your hand came up and went to the back of his neck, pulling him in close.

This time, the kiss was hungrier and more passionate. He pulled away when he felt your fingers curl in his hair.

“About earlier, I’m sorry.” He panted. You winked at him.

“Forget it.” You said before giving his lips a small peck.

“Now, what do you say I give you a gift you’ll never forget.” You whispered against his lips seductively. Sending shivers down both your spines. Taron nodded and released a moan from the back of his throat, it was gorgeous.

Taron moved to lay on the sofa and hovered over you as he kissed you passionately once more. Your arms were around his neck as your tongues melted together. Taron moaned when you raked your fingers through his hair. He pulled away from your mouth and attached his lips to your neck. He kissed just below your ear, and you moaned. He moved his way across your neck while littering little love bites on you. When he got to your collarbone, he bit you hard enough to send more shivers down your spine. When he got to your breasts, he stopped and stood up.

You looked up at him and smiled as he offered his hands to you to help you stand. Once you were standing in front of him, he removed your shirt and undid your bra, enveloping his mouth on to your now bare breasts. You held on to him as you felt his tongue flick across your nipple. His arms holding your waist.

"Oh god baby." You breathed out as you ran your fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. Taron moaned against you.

He pulled away from you again and got on his knees so that he could take your underwear off. As he pulled the material down your legs, you locked eyes with each other and smiled. Working his way back up to your mouth, he left lazy wet kisses along your skin. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feel of his strong hands on your body.

Taron worked his way back to your mouth and let his tongue run across your bottom lip. You smiled and kissed him.

"Let's get you out of these." You said as you broke away from him. Taron nodded slowly as his eyes watched your movements.

You got on your knees, much like Taron had just done and pulled his underwear down. His hardened penis springing free. You licked your lips and looked up at him to see his eyes were closed. You smirked to yourself and wrapped your hand around his throbbing member.

Taron sucked in a breath as he felt your tongue on the underside of his shaft. You moved your hand along him as you placed your mouth around him. His hand found its way to the back of your head and tangled itself into your hair. You bobbed your head and Taron bit his lip.

"Fuck." Taron hissed as he felt your free hand fondle his balls. You could feel him twitch against your tongue and you took that as your cue to take him as deep as you could. Taron's eyes snapped open at the feeling.

"You keep d-doing that, I'll c-cum." He stuttered out. You pulled away enough to catch your breath.

"That's my plan big boy." You said as you winked at him and deep throated him again. This time, Taron let his orgasm overtake his body and he spilled down your throat. He grunted as you kept sucking him. The sound of him grunting animalistically was music to your ears.

When he came down from his high, you stood up again and kissed him.

"You may be the only one to give me intense orgasms." Taron said as he chuckled.

"Anything for you, birthday boy." You said as you kissed him.

He fell on to the sofa with you on top of him. You both giggled against each other's mouths.

"Fuck me birthday boy." You whispered as you broke apart from your kiss. Taron lined himself up at your entrance and thrusted into you.

Taron watched you as your eyes fluttered shut and you bit your lip.

"Look at me, y/n." Taron instructed as you moaned. You opened your eyes and looked down at him. You bit your lip again as you moved your hips against his.

"Let me hear you." He said as he cupped your cheek. You released your lip and moaned loudly. Taron held your hips tightly as you continued to rock against him. Your hands holding onto his thighs for support as you felt your orgasm fast approaching.

"Fuck, you feel so good." You said through your moans. Your eyes fluttering shut as you began to ride Taron faster.

The sound of slapping skin, echoed through the flat.

“Yes baby, just like that.” He panted as you felt the pad of his thumb massage against your clit, speeding up your orgasm. He could feel his building up quicker then he’d like and because he wanted you to cum first, he hastened up his movements.

“Oh god yes, Taron. I’m close.” You warned him as you threw your head back and nearly screamed.

You were so close to cumming when you felt Taron stop and slip out of you.

“What are you doing?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hands and knees.” He replied simply. You understood what he wanted. You quickly got into the position and waited for him to enter you once more. What you weren’t anticipating was Taron slamming his phallus into you with a force you’d never felt before. Not even with Tom hours prior.

“Cheese and crackers.” You screamed, making him chuckle. It was the only thing the popped into your mind.

“Taron, don’t stop. I’m cumming.” You said and felt the walls of your vagina pulsate around him. Taron hissed a couple times, alerting you that he was close.

“Don’t you dare pull out. Finish inside me. I mean it.” You panted, finding your words again. Hearing you say that made Taron’s belly flip and he released inside you with such an intense force, you found yourself having another orgasm.

Taron throbbed inside you as he came down from his high. Sweat forming on his brow and covering his body in a light sheen. His hair sticking to his forehead in post coital bliss.

When he was sure that he had no more cum left, he pulled out of you and plonked down, leaving you on your hands and knees for a minute.

“There’s sweat dripping from the backs of my knees.” You admitted. Taron smiled and watched as a couple sweat beads rolled down and hit the sofa beneath you.

“You also have cum dripping from between your legs.” He noted, glancing around your body. You blushed, though it may have been difficult to tell since your face was flushed.

“How about a shower and a well-earned nap before another round.” You teased, looking at Taron from over your shoulder. He smirked at you and grabbed a tissue from the coffee table to remove the oozing cum from your pussy.

“Sounds like a plan.” He said as he scrunched the tissue and helped you up. However, your legs refused to work so Taron had to carry you. This gave you the perfect opportunity to give him a tender loving kiss. One that really showed your emotions and how sorry you were for forgetting something truly important.

“I love you Taron.” You said, kissing him again.

“Always have, always will.” You concluded as you both reached the bathroom, and he kicked the door closed.

Needless to say, he found his future that night.

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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Rill is so underrated imo. He's such a cutie😌💞 so could i pls rq some fluff with him? gn or trans male reader pls :)

There really isn't a lot of content of him out there 😅 I hope this suffices for now ^-^ (This is also my first time writing for trans, (I think) so I hope I did okay job)

Pairing: Rill Boismortier x trans!male!reader

Genre: Fluff

Fic type: Oneshot

Length: ~0.6k

Rill had a habit of being all over the place. Or perhaps it was more of a quality. You couldn’t say for sure. He just seemed to daydream, more than you which was something, but he also drifted off easily, and stayed in those thoughts for hours on end. As if he was in a trance of some kind. But you had determined that it wasn’t magic, it was just how he was.

It wasn’t the same as with Dorothy. Rill just seemed as if he was… thinking about something. And those times, extended moment of almost trance, ended in him walking back and forth in front of a blank canvas, staring at it as if he was trying to bend it with his will alone.

But it never did.

The canvas stayed as blank as it had been before.

“Trouble with inspiration?” You asked every time it happened, and his reply came with an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head.

“Yeah…” he’d uttered with a toothy grin.

It was always so adorable, that grin of his. It made your heart flutter in your chest, and warmth course through you, gentle and soft, like a summer stream.

The norm, until that day. You were outside on a field of grass, just looking at the clouds drift by. Your head was on Rill’s lap as he sat, looking up to the bright skies, the same as you.

Sun light flickered from behind a cloud, and the flash of light made you sneeze. And as your eyes opened back up, you noticed Rill looking at you, eyes wide open. His mouth was agape and the expression, as difficult to read as ever. It was amazement, wonder, almost as if an epiphany.

“Rill…?” You uttered with a whisper, wondering what was that look about, but all you received as a reply was a quite murmur, more to himself than to you.

“That’s… it.” There was no anger in his tone, but rather it was as if he had finally grasped something.

He turned his head, and picked up his paint brushes. “I need to…” The half of a statement came with a hushed voice that grew more and more faint with every syllable, as if there was a weight that he shed as he rose up while speaking out.

You propped your head up, and followed him with your gaze, only to see a picture being painted before you. All the world was his canvas, but right there and then it seemed more as if he was painting a world, rather than crafting an image onto it.

So many shades, colours and tones, they all mixed together into something that you felt you could barely understand. And yet it was breath taking all the same.

By the time he was finished, all you knew that what he had created around you was astonishing. It was a painting that was filled with so many intricate details that you didn’t know where to look at. You could have spent hours just admiring it, inspecting it, studying it, or just stay surrounded by it all.

“This… this is how you make me feel,” Rill whispered. “Or… some of it at least… My greatest work… So far,” a small smile curled onto his lips as he spoke those words. “Since I hope that… you’ll be my source of inspiration for a long time…” he continued, taking you by the hand as his smile only widened.

“Of course,” you replied with hushed syllables of your own, admiring the real art work that was before you: the love, gratitude and tenderest of emotions that was reflected in his eyes.

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