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kenananamin · 7 months

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I LOVED your girl dad nanami hcs. This isn't a request but I was wondering like, imagine (I whole heartedly agree he's a girl dad) reader and nanami they had three sons. Don't get me wrong. Nanami LOVES his boys so much. And all of them are such gentlemen. He's raising them so good. Exact copies of him in manners and in looks some ways. The eldest son has his blonde hair, the middle son has his eyes and the youngest one has his highschool emo hair. BUT (now to the fun part) Reader is pregnant again and this time it's a girl.!!!!!! How would he react? And the boys too. Secretly they've also been wanting a little sister (that's so cute 😭)

Now, how do you think Nanami would react? I think he would cry, like legit he would. He's always wanted a baby girl. This is like a dream come true for him. And and the baby girl after being born looks exactly like him, hair, eyes, nose EVERYTHING.

While the boys take more after Nanami regarding their personality, meaning they're mature for their age and very well mannered. But his baby girl takes after reader's playful nature and is just so so precious and sweet. Of course she has good manners too. But she's like everyone's princess in the family.

Her brothers love her and are protective of her. And she's just so playful and adorable that no one can get mad even if she pulls a prank or messes something up at home.

It's like, even when Nanami tries to scold her (he never would) or discipline her, she would just giggle and and grab his arms and legs and just hold onto it (IM LITERALLY.. THIS IS TOO SWEET) A heavy sigh escapes Nanami and he smiles knowing his daughter has him wrapped around her fingers and he can never ever even try to talk to her in a stern manner. She's just so innocent.

Sorry sorry this was so Long 😭 even if you don't reply to it, I hope you enjoyed reading this at least.

i'm so happy you liked my girl dad nanami hcs!! thank you for reading it! 😭 and honestly while writing it, i was thinking of the exact opposite too, boy dad nanami but he finally gets his little princess at the end 🥹

so here are my hcs for nanami as a boy dad while secretly hoping the next one is a girl, and the boys praying their next sibling is a girl

is excited to have a boy as their first born, he thinks about the things he will teach him and how nanami plans to show his son how to treat women RIGHT

tells you that he's got this covered and his fiery passionate eyes tell you he indeed does got it

decorates the baby's room with old action figures and comic books/manga from his childhood

rewatches his old cartoons and shows to make sure they're appropriate for his son to watch with him

tells everyone how he has your eyes and his hair and lowkey brags that it's the prettiest combination

is excited to buy mini sneakers and baseball caps but stops with the shoes bc baby outgrows them in 0.2 seconds

likes to carry his son like a football bc it makes him giggle his heart out and nanami knows you're looking at his bicep 👀

is ECSTATIC when you're pregnant again and immediately wants to know the gender. he's excited for his son to have a partner in crime and is happy you saved all the things your first son used (nanami is very very pro-hand me downs and wants to see those tiny sneakers used again)

tells his son to kiss your tummy throughout your pregnancy bc he wants them to be super close from the beginning

on that note, nanami kisses and hugs his boys all the time to start to show them they can be a tough guy and like hugs and kisses just like daddy and not be embarrassed about any of it

is brought to tears almost every time he passes by the baby's room and the eldest is holding the baby's hand through the crib railings telling him "i love you baby"

likes seeing the eldest's patience when the baby is learning how to share and rewards the eldest with ice cream and tickles

tells his boys to open every door for mommy and hold it open if there's someone behind them

plays a little rough with the boys when they're play wrestling but they're all scolded by mommy when someone ends up crying (nanami was poked in the eye by a tiny finger and the boys thought they made their daddy cry)

buys his boys barbies so they can create a realistic fantasy world when they play. the eldest eventually puts the barbies in charge most of the time

nervous when you're taking the next pregnancy test and quietly hopes it's a girl. the eldest wants a girl too and the soon-to-be middle child just thinks it's another regular thursday aka he does not care yet lol

sighs when the doctor says it's another boy, he's happy bc they have everything they would need for another boy but he really was hoping for a girl since this might be their last child

last boy ends up being the blend of both kids, patient and quiet, but can be excited and loud if he's really into something

dedicates special quiet time w the boys to teach them to listen and appreciate quiet activities

takes his boys out to play sports every weekend to give mommy a break from so many boys and chants random phrases with them in the car

make his boys help with dinner, clean-up, and laundry bc he wants them to appreciate everything that's done for them

tells the boys to come into the room while you get ready for date night so they can see everything you do from deciding what to wear to hair to makeup, etc etc. this is when the boys get a front row seat to seeing how much dad appreciates and loves mom

then pulls them into the closet to show them everything he does to get ready bc a man needs to put in just as much effort

has coffee dates w his boys where he'll get his tea or black coffee and the boys will get a lemonade and their cake pops and they can drive around

hugs and kisses each one of his boys when he gets home which in turn makes the boys get used to being affectionate with each other

buys his boys flowers when he takes you yours. he wants to be the first one to ever them their flowers. this leads to the boys going outside to bring back a flower, dandelion, leaf, or rock to their dad. dad now has a collection of random things in his spot of the garden

weekly sit-down w the boys to talk about emotions to teach them how to put their feelings into words

does not explicitly tell his sons to kneel for women but his sons see how dad always kneels for you if you're sitting somewhere low (CUE TO EP 12 W NOBARA AND NITTA, THIS IS CANON)

is in shock when the boys come in for an intervention-like meeting asking why they don't have a sister yet and when they can get one

is impressed with how the eldest pulls him aside and shows him the plan to have a younger sister now so that he can have enough time w her before he leaves for college (eldest is not older than like 10 lmao but he's a planner just like dad)

shows you the plan and is in love with how everyone wants a girl

is very happy to keep trying 🫣😮‍💨

all the boys go w you to get the letter w the gender of the baby and start to plan a big gender reveal bc they all have a "feeling"

all start to cry uncontrollably when the inside of the gender reveal closet is full of pink clothes, blankets, and toys. someone's on the floor (eldest), someone is running laps around everything and everyone (middle), someone is carefully touching your tummy (nanami) and another is asking if they can name her like their favorite anime character (youngest)

all start reading and researching how to raise a girl and are visibly stressed yet excited

nanami starts creating lists of cute clothes and can stay up all night imagining a giggling little girl on his shoulders

cries if he's by himself and in his feelings bc he's so overwhelmingly happy w his life and kids, feels like the luckiest man

goes to lowe's to get paint to prepare his princess's room and the boys are in overalls and ready to paint when he gets home

imagines a little girl joining their coffee dates and the boys giving her their mud pies and holding her hand everywhere they go

sees the most beautiful little girl and is blinded by the love his kids have for each other

will pass by the baby's room in the middle of the night to see all 3 boys sleeping on the floor right next to her crib. grabs his pillow and joins his boys on the floor

buys a new baby kangaroo for the boys to decorate and carries their princess EVERYWHERE

has to break up arguments the boys start to have over who gets to push the stroller this time

the boys dress her up in their old sneakers and baseball caps

all wear tutus and tiaras while they patiently wait for her to pour them their cup of tea during tea time

the two youngest boys teach her how to get someone in a headlock to defend herself and nanami and eldest have to step in

eldest then secretly teaches her men's weak spots and plans to take her to a self defense class eventually

babygirl is always giggling and is so playful, her and mommy have got these boys wrapped around their fingers

nanami is always swaying whenever he’s standing still bc babygirl attaches herself to his leg and he swings her back and forth for as long as he’s standing straight. making a sandwich? swinging the baby on his leg. brushing teeth? swinging the baby on his leg. working on his standing desk? swinging the baby on his leg.

the bros get defensive if someone tries to scold her but they’ll pull her aside themselves and tell her why it was wrong. nanami stands outside the door and listens to them

nanami still asks his boys to go out and at least two suggestions from the boys include the little princess

nanami and boys for sure stare at mommy and princess in awe at random times

they all know the girls have the deciding vote and they run the whole house. and they love it 😌

nanami is so girl dad coded BUT he would be the best dad in general. he for sure needs a little girl somewhere in the mix but he’d win the fatherhood award for sure

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brattyfork · 7 months

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who wins?

summary: you n matt have a little competition

warnings: cockwarming

“hi baby” i walked into the living room, my boyfriend watching some show on the tv.

“hi my love” i walked over to him, about to sit down next to him before he pulls me into his lap. sitting sideways on his lap i pull him into a sweet passionate kiss. he’s not hard but i can still feel him in his jeans. i pull away from the kiss, looking at him, mustering up the courage to speak.

“what’s up baby?” he can see the hesitation on my face.

“i have an idea”

“oh yeah, whats that?”

“i was thinking maybe i could cockwarm you while we watch a movie or something”

“that sounds like a wonderful idea princess”

“there’s a twist tho” i add on, smirking as his eyebrows scrunch over his eyes

“we can’t move, and whoever moves or gives up first gets to make the other do whatever they want”

his eyes widen, “so if i win you’ll do whatever i want?”

“yes, IF you win”

“sounds fun, wanna do it right now? chris and nick will be gone for a while”

“yeah let’s do it”

“want me to stretch you out a bit first?”

“yes please” i lift myself off his lap a bit so i can pull my panties off under my skirt.

“love when you use your words baby”

once im situated back on his lap, he presses his middle and index finger to my lips. i take the hint, opening my mouth before he presses his fingers to my tongue. i close my mouth around his fingers, sucking them trying to get them as wet as possible. i make sure not to break eye contact as i suck on him. he pulls them out, still looking into my eyes he brings them down in between my legs, pushing my thighs open a bit. he brings his fingers down to my clit, brushing over it before lingering over my entrance. he leans in to kiss me before he sinks his fingers into me. i gasp opening my mouth into the kiss a bit, just enough for him to push his tongue in between my lips. we make out for a while, him dominating with his tongue, eventually removing his fingers making me whine at the loss.

“wanna get me wet princess?” i nod, getting off his lap and kneeling in between his legs. i undo his belt removing it and throwing it to the other side of the couch. i undid his button before pulling down his zipper and releasing him from his boxers. i leaned over him, letting a bit of spit dribble out of my mouth over the head of his dick, jerking him off using the spit to lube him up. i pressed my tongue to the bottom of the base and slid up to the tip, taking him in my mouth before closing my lips over the tip and taking him fully in my mouth. making him touch the back of my throat, i gagged, letting my spit cover his cock as i pulled off.

“fuck baby holy shit” he sighed out. i smiled getting off my knees before situationing myself on his lap so my back was to his chest. he lined up with me “ready?” i nod, eager to have him inside me already. he pushed up as much as he could as i sat back on his cock. we both let out a deep breath, settling into our position.

“wanna pick a movie?” he handed me the remote before pulling a blanket over us. i picked a horror movie, one i’ve seen before so i didn’t have to pay super close attention. he wrapped his hands around my waist, putting his hands up my shirt to rest on my tummy. he pressed his hand on my lower stomach, trying to feel himself. knowing what he was trying to do, i let out a soft moan before clenching around him. i could feel him resist the urge to buck his hips into me, leaning against the couch as he calmed down. i leaned back against him, both of us moaning at the movement.

we continued watching the movie, attempting to control ourselves, both of us desperate to win. despite me having seen it before, the monster popped up on the screen, genuinely scaring me. this caused me to jump. matt let out a groan like he’d just been punched in the stomach.

“sorry baby, i didn’t mean to do that” i apologized, smirking to myself a bit.

“mhm” he responded trying to focus on the movie. after a while, he readjusted himself. sitting up a bit more he lifted his hips and pulling me back with him. i turned to him, scowling.

“sorry” he mouthed, obviously not sorry in the slightest. he moved to place his chin on my shoulder, moving my hair away from my neck. he placed a hot open mouth kiss to my neck, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, relishing the touch.

“i’m pretty sure that’s cheating” i scolded

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” he said from behind me, but i could hear the smile on his lips. as revenge, i clenched around him again, harder this time. he let out a closed mouth groan, trying to pull me even closer to him.

about half an hour went by, both of us kind of uncomfortably shifting every once in a while. i could feel matt throbbing inside me and it was driving me crazy. i wasn’t sure how much longer i could last.

A/N: hiii so i have two endings for this, one where matt wins and one where the reader wins so which one should i post first?

also if yall have idea for what they should make each other do lmk 😋

#sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

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hotsingledragon · 10 months

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i have another request. PLEASE

miles fucking his silly little pregnant wife who’s just so needy for him and his touch, poor baby is too swollen to even be able to touch herself so he takes care of her n fucks her nice and slow, overstimulates her until she’s squirming and crying underneath him and doesn’t know what she wants because of how bad she has baby brain :(( miles just loves taking care of his little angel

hhhnnnmnnm

UM..!!! hello you’re crazy for this- because eeeeeeep! miles would totally take care of you during this special time in your lives, in any possible way he can! andYES sweet kitty husband occupies 95% of my brain actually-

miles quaritch x pregnant!fem!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, pregnancy, obvs there is sex while pregnant, oral, p in v, sweet baby daddy husband quaritch <3

Q would lay you down on the pillows and take you apart slowly, would kiss across your skin and especially your large bump <3 he’s so gentle because he doesn’t wanna hurt you or the baby!

im theorizing that miles would love eating you out; esp while you’re pregnant. i don’t care what y’all say! he would rest your thighs on his shoulders, leaving wet kisses on the underside of your tummy as he trails towards your clit. then his lips are wrapping around it, paying close attention to nerve in languid swirls and suckles. miles loves bullying his head between your thighs, drawing his tongue in wet shapes over your pussy. and when you burst with a moan, your head jolts to look at him, but your bump conceals everything except his hulking shoulders holding you open

he always makes sure you come at least twice 👍 but if you’re not too sleepy or you’re still aroused then he keeps going, loudly sucking you into his mouth until you’re bucking into his face and coming on his mouth again.

sometimes penetration feels like too much; and that’s okay! Q is happy to relax between your legs and fuck you with his tongue, or his fingers. miles draws it out every single time, slowly working you open with a single fingertip, until he’s eventually curling three of his digits inside your stretched little hole.

but there are also times when you need more more more because all you want is for miles to spend his time fucking you open on his dick, your arousal reaching new heights as your hormones are all jumbled up!

i feel like he’s definitely one to tease while you’re pregnant, always blaming the baby for his touch that’s only flirting across your skin, because he needs to go easy on your sensitive body or something like that. when it’s actually the total opposite- he’s purposely reducing you to a whimpering mess for his own hedonistic pleasure. he wants to see that frustration in your tightly pinched features, wants to hear the edge in your voice as you beg for him.

so when you grab his wrist and look up at him with wet eyelashes, whining about how you need more of him-he’s happy to oblige.

miles is the kind to tease you with the tip until you’re loosening up and taking him easily with how slick you’ve become. he thrives on your frustration, the high pitched whimpers and wiggling hips. you look like an angel, you must be an angel, he thinks. you’re so beautiful, and he’s never felt a passion like this until he met you

and now you’re full with his baby? god, he’s so sick with love! he admires every bit of you and how you’ve changed over the months; you’re softer, and warmer, and so much needier. it makes him fuck you that much harder.

you can’t help it, you’re begging for his cum, begging him to give you another baby.

“aww don’t cry, darlin’, i’ll give you another soon enough, y’gotta be patient for me, alright?” and he’s grinning ear to ear, eyes glowing.

“i’ll give you all the babies you want, honey, we’ll have a little litter of ‘em, hm? you want that?” his thrust are picking up to a pace that has you clawing at his biceps and your voice scratching with need.

“gonna keep you knocked up with my babies, keep my little wife full of my cum all the time,” you’re nodding your head fervently and pleading incoherently. it makes him chuckle and he sends a hand to rub over your clit.

“my sweet little wife, love you so much. so pretty while you’re cryin’ on my dick. i’ll give you those babies one day. jus’ need our little girl to come home first. just a few more weeks,” he grins and kisses you. “but when you’re all better, i’ll give you another baby-and another, and another.” his voice begins to strain breathlessly as he quickly approaches his orgasm

his words have you keening and squeezing around his erection. your moans are downright pornographic, and he knows you’re just seconds away from coming. “fuckin- christ!” miles grinds behind his teeth, “tell me where you want it, right now” he orders you lowly, his brow furrowed in concentration in his effort to keep from coming.

“mm!- inside! miles, please! please come inside of me,” you sob, clenching around him , pleading as you gaze right into his eyes. it sends miles burying into your heat and curling over your body, his forehead knocking into yours. you’re wrapping your arms around him, keeping him close and put your lips to his ear

“please give me another baby, miles,” you cry. your touch pets over his velvety skin before cradling his neck and guiding your lips against his.

it’s like you’re in a bubble that miles has curated just for the two of you. he’s covering your body with his own, echoing your sweet noises with his drawn out groans against your lips. he’s shoving his tongue into your mouth, stuffing you with his cock-it consumes every bit of your mind and body and you’re coming with a loud whine, squeezing around him like a vice and he’s immediately following you over that edge, hips flush with yours as he fills you with his seed

he finishes with a deep rumble from his chest, holding himself up by his forearms to keep from totally crushing you. and miles stays like that, buried inside of you as his dick softens and you both catch your breath

you’ll lay together, his head on your chest and your fingertips tickling his skin. when you tap his back with a small sound, miles will look at you, totally relaxed and a grin starting to stretch his thin lips. he’ll kiss you, long and slow and murmur how much he loves you to distract from his cock pulling out, but the drag of it still leaves you feeling empty.

then miles is climbing out of bed, groaning dramatically before he bounds towards the bathroom. “lemme draw you a bath, hon’,” he says. you’re only half awake, eyes closed and humming noncommittally. you listen to him shuffling, adjusting the knobs on the tub, and the scent of your soap wafts into the bedroom.

the combination is relaxing and has your breaths slowing. eventually you feel miles graze your skin, trailing lightly as to not startle you. then he’s hugging you, taking a long breath through his nose as he nuzzles into your neck. “hmm, y’ready?”

you’re nodding your head, and he’s lifting you like you barely weigh anything. he’s so careful and conscious of how he holds you and safely lowers you into the warmth of the water. then he’s climbing in behind you, and some of the water spills over with his big he is.

it makes you giggle, and he’s immediately wrapping his arms around you. “what’s funny, huh? i’m just a man tryna take care of his very pregnant wife,” but you hear the smile in his voice. you allow yourself to lean into him, head tilting against his chest as he gently rubs your swollen belly.

notes: UMMMM okay wow i took way too long to write this, can you tell i’m in love with him? thank you so much for the request! thank you for trusting me with such a prompt as this- hope enjoy my loves! let me know what i should write next <3

#colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #recom miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #avatar imagine #avatar smut #brainrot #request

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koiiiiijiii · 4 months

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Hiii ik it’s kinda random but there’s just not enough joker from windbreaker posts so I’d like to request any nsfw scenarios pleasee 🙏🏼

i absolutely like the idea that im answering to requests from like 2022… im so sorry guys!!!😭🙏🏻

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warnings : not safe for work links ; smut ; maybe ooc

i always had a thought that joker is a gentle giant type of guy. yes, he maybe a little cold sometimes, or emotionless, but its only because of how he was raised. when it comes to his partner, especially in bed he maybe too serious sometimes, starting from the fact that he makes sure if you actually want to have sex, so he makes sure if you really into process. it also makes sense because i imagine joker as a really passionate partner in bed, he definitely have some experience, so he knows exactly how to move, how to curl his fingers in each part of your body, how to make you feel like it’s the best sex ever. in return he wants you to be same passionate about process, its not a problem if you don’t have much experience, just let yourself enjoy your bodies and feelings.

i imagine him as a service dom, and what i mean by this - is that he will be mostly on top, enjoying your moans and how he makes you feel good. he will take your wishes, if you want him to go faster, or harder, but each time he knows exactly how to make it even better, and makes you forget the words.

joker doesn’t like to bring any type of rough stuff in your life, he had seen enough violence and roughness in his work, so your sex would never include any type of degradation, pain or discomfort, as i said he wants sex to be something that comes from both sides. and from here - his «no in bed» is quickies, degrading, anything connected to rough slapping, spitting, choking and etc.

also he have 0 shame when he is with you. i mean what for? you saw all of him, and he have nothing to hide from you, so after sex he would stand up in all his height and glory, pull off condom from his dick and with naked ass will go to bathroom, and will walk around your apartment naked until you two get into bed to sleep. yes, after sex he likes to sleep naked. aftercare with joker usually contains things like bringing you water if you asked, rubbing your back or tummy. honestly he is up to many stuff if it’s connected to bed. he is lazy big cat after sex and have 0 intention to do anything but holding you in his big hands.

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guys!! please let me know if you like my works or not, maybe i should add something or remove, or add different characters, and don’t be shy to send requests and share your ideas, because i feel like i may run out of consepts☝🏻🤓🤍🩰🕯️🍧

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #headcanon #webtoon #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker headcanon #x reader #joker windbreaker x reader #joker x reader #joker windbreaker #joker

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lehguru · 7 months

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RUGBY + GENSHIN IMPACT MEN

how i think genshin men would be like if they were rugby players ft. alhaitham, itto, diluc, wriothesley

info: this is mostly superficial (i won't be talking about positions and things like that), im way too passionate abt this it's basically a non-stop ramble, will do deeper dives into all the regions + more characters later; mentions of physical injuries and things like that – not proofread as always!! (maybe romantic hcs coming later too??)

alhaitham is the brain behind it all. rugby might be a sport that is, for the most part, physical and the biggest men win, but alhaitham makes the impossible, possible. the amount of try's this man have on his career is unmatchable; somehow, he always knows how to bring his team to the try zone and score them those sweet five points. his turquoise eyes are sharp and his quick reactions are even sharper, he can see the best plays in a fraction of a second. even if he isn't one of the biggest in the leg department, he definitely have stronger shoulders and arms than a normal player, giving his tall build a really triangular shape (his shoulders make his tackles a lot more amazing too). not the type to brag or boast about his accomplishments, a low-profile man that usually just appears in the team's official social medias or during matches.

arataki itto is one of the most unique players in the rugby world. he possesses such talent for the sport, he would be quickly recognized as one of the best of his generation – and granted the title of 'oni' ('beefcake' for people closer to him). the only problem was, he often got himself some yellow cards and even red cards; the reasons ranged from foul play to straight up almost starting fights with his opponents or even the referee themselves. whenever he had to wait for the decisions on his yellow cards, he would sit on the side with the biggest and cutest pout on his face. if he is in game, he's a absolute behemoth of a player; his tackles are simply the strongest you could ever get hit by – and there's no 'if' he will tackle you, he will tackle you –, teams often have to make a strategy to hold him down for as long as they can. his muscles are well proportional all over his body, what do i mean by that? as a big man, he have bigger muscles everywhere (every week a new picture of his glutes go viral). not the brightest man on the field, but he is okay with just being the one holding back any attackers or being a battering ram for his team. hates having to kick the ball more than anything, rather have one of his teeth broken (again).

diluc is a exemplary leader. he might not be like alhaitham and have strategies for everything and anything, but diluc brings more physical prowess into the game. he's often seen starting plays by himself, but he doesn't mind to help other people on his team when they have the ball. he might be physically strong, but his forte is his mind; after a lot of work, he managed to be able to stay calm even in the worst situations – one of his craziest games was when he managed to turn a 34-3 difference into a win. in the beginning of his career, his long hair used to get into his way – even in a ponytail –, so he started to braid it and it became part of his image. somehow, he never got a single yellow or red card on his career and the amount of offenses he commited are abnormally low too. he have a strong neck and torso, but he's overall very muscular and he have a healthy layer of fat (yes. im saying he have a little tummy). everyone, from his teammates to opponents, compliment his behavior and actions; even if he needs to tackle and stop people, he is still very polite and he always make sure to help them to get up and make sure they are okay if someone needs to b tended by a medic.

wriothesley is a lot like itto in the physical sense. he's shorter than itto, but he is equally muscular. he have veiny hands and arms; if he didn't play often, his body would be hairy, but he shaves his legs and arms every time he have a match (he trimms his chest hair and his lower abdomen hair too). he have all the characteristics to be the leader of his team, but he settles for being a battering ram so the other less strong players can shine too. he is able to hold two to three men on his own, often being able to run even if they try to bring him down or hold him. wrio is the type of guy whose weaknesses are almost non-existent, but he never brags about being a good player; he said more than once: "'m just doing what I'm supposed to. i don't know how i manage to be good at it too". out of everyone in this list, he's probably the one that got more injuries during his career. his knees are never fully okay, but he somehow still manages to be at his top form all the time. he is often seen with elbow and knee protections even off-games. (don't try to tell him to rest, he won’t listen and just brush it off with a teasing comment and a smirk)

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lxmine · 1 year

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Heyy! I’m the person that asked for the pt 2 for the chest hc’s <3 I was wondering if you can do kissing hc’s for dottore, childe, Capitano, or Al haitham? (Separate) I loveee your writing <3

❝shut up.❞ + dottore, childe, capitano, al haitham

+. fluff, lots of kissing, slight suggestive

+. summary ; genshin men kissing head canons <3

+. A/N yawl this isnt smut ok T-T but its kinda suggestive but not rlly, as you know im a minor so i wont be writing it too smutty LMAO AND THANK YOU GUYS FOR SUPPORTING ME! I HAVE REACHED 60 FOLLOWERS AND U GUYS DONT KNOW HOW GREATFUL I AM FOR THIS <33 ILY GUYS SO MUCH

dottore

your first kiss with him was just kinda normal. this dude does not make a single reaction when he kissed you for the first time.

not bcuz he didnt like it, it was just its so he could tease you about it.

“did… you not like it?” “oh dear, i was spacing out, darling. would you mind doing it again?” he smirks as he sits down on his chair and then pulls you closer by the waist, while looking up at you.

he loves it when you get all shy on him.

he’s not a fan of pda but i think if needed to be obvious, he would take off his mask while glaring at the person who was trying to get with you and just pull you in close and LITERALY make out with you.

he’s a sadist of course he loved the embarrassed look on your face.

but if you’re feeling sad and if he loves you enough to even comfort you (i dont think he’ll be that affectionate and just date for the thrill of it or just so he could have you as a personal test subject, but he’s hot) he’ll sit you on his lap and kiss you on your neck while he listens to your problem.

he also loves your neck sm, like when youre at home and wearing something that reveals your neck, he’d come behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as he kisses your neck softly.

capitano

bro is majestic, passionate, and good at kissing ;)

i really like the thought of him being a big softie because!? why not!?!?!

whenever the two of you are cuddling, and your face is buried against his chest, he’s give you small head kisses or forehead kisses cuz he loves you sm.

kisses with a warning, “may i kiss you?” everytime he wants to. he’s a gentle man okay!?

daily forehead kisses from him <333

would have you sitting on his lap while yall make out 0_0

his arms or hand will always be on your waist no matter what.

insecure? of your face? your tummy?? don’t you worry dear, capitano is here to kiss it better <3

would kiss your insecurities away while sweet talking to you.

childe

PDA

no shame at all T-T in front of the other harbingers? yeah, definitely would kiss you out of no where to piss everyone off.

make out sessions 3x a day just like a meal fr (HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY)

love love love loves to hugs you so tight while you kiss.

he admires capitano so just like him, he loves having you on his lap while making out too, with his hand on your waist.

bites your lower lip whenever he gets cheeky.

sleepy kisses on the neck/chest whenever you cuddle and he’s the little spoon and forehead/head kisses whenever he’s the big spoon <3

just loves kissing you everywhere and anywhere in general tbh.

al haitham

unlike childe, he likes to keep it lowkey.

holding hands under the table while the two of you study together, stealing kisses whenever no one’s looking.

but his personal favorite is kissing you at the library behind the big bookshelves whenever the two of you are alone.

holding you on the neck softly while he pecks your lips several times with a small smile on his face.

whenever he gets jealous of your mates, he would simply just steal you away from them and take you somewhere the two of you could be alone and just… make out.

kaveh isn’t new to catching the two of you in act, in fact he’s caught the two of you more than he could count by his fingers. and he’s tired of it T-T bro feels very single.

the first time was when you and al haitham are left in a classroom and your arms were wrapped around his neck and his around your waist.

“what the… fuck did i just walk in to??”

THIS TOOK SOSOSOSOSOSOSO LONG IM SO SORRY T-T BUT NOW I HAVE OVER 80+ FOLLOWERS OMGG THANKYOUGUYS SM I LOVELOVELOVELOVEYOU ALL ISTG anyways this took too long but i rushed it T-T im sorry nonny </3 pls send more requests so i could busy myself because were having a week long break <33

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silverzoomies · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams

peter maximoff x reader smut

warnings: masturbation, oral sex, peter maximoff being lame as hell

word count: 4,469

edit: i made some pretty major changes to this one. i was never really happy with it, and it's been buggin' me forever. fixed some dialogue, tried to make it feel more in character for him. sorry if you liked it better before !! im pretty happy with it now tho 💗💗💗

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Tender caresses teased slowly down your chest, meeting your tummy in playful tickles. Reacting with an abrupt jump, you trembled under the warmth of his touch. From your lips, came a high pitched peep. A delicate sound.

Somewhere down south, a low chuckle reverberated quietly. In a voice so familiar, recognizable to you from even lightyears away. Tangled and cozy in a pile of his blankets, you breathed a gleeful sigh. His laugh brought you such an immense sense of comfort. Putting you at ease.

He lingered closely, his humid breath teasing your middle. Fine hairs along your skin stood to attention, dancing across a field of goosebumps. Dexterous fingers worked with a quick motion, tugging your panties over your knees. He exhaled yet another breath, satisfied as he pulled the fabric down your legs in a single motion.

Your senses registered every touch, sound, and sight in foggy confusion. At this moment, nothing seemed real. For several seconds too long, your eyes refused to open. Vague shapes and colors swirled in a psychedelic dance under your eyelids. That familiar voice, warm in its timbre, whispered words you struggled to comprehend.

A most sensual mumbling of, “You look so beautiful.”

Something about that complimentary statement struck you as off putting.

“Let me touch you, moon and star. I’ll make you feel pleasure in ways you never imagined possible.”

PPffftttt …What? See, now that seemed a little too silly.

None of this made any sense. Those words didn’t sound natural coming out of his mouth. He’d never say anything like them, would he? At least, you couldn’t recall him speaking so poetically in the past. Never once had his voice carried such a smooth, dreamy tonality. You wondered why his usual doofus ramblings and overconfident flirtations had all been sidelined. In favor of…what, exactly? Tender hearted romances? Words of passion? The kind only found in erotic novels, favored by middle aged women.

A burning, wet tongue prodded teasingly at your clit. On instinct, your hips rocked into the warmth of his presence. As you opened your mouth to express your heated pleasure…nothing came. Not a single sound vibrated from your throat. For some unknown reason, you couldn’t muster the ability to speak. At all.

His tongue entangled itself with your stiff nub. Writhing around in the blankets - desperate to moan - you felt your throat constrict tightly. But you choked on the sound, swallowing a painful lump. He spoke again. Once more, something so bizarre and out of character for him. Contrived. Cliche. But the inflection of his voice melted your heart. You could feel it pooling through your ribcage.

“You feel it, don’t you? Sweet thing. I want to hear you say it. Tell me how wonderful you feel, my darling.”

You tried to laugh, caught off guard by how ridiculous he sounded. But again, nothing happened. You choked, your laughter catching in your throat. The slick thickness of his tongue plunged between the soft lips of your pussy. He wiggled the muscle through your tight walls. And just as you felt the oh-so-heavenly sensation of his tongue vibrating-

You awoke.

Blinking yourself out of a horny daze, you glanced at a digital clock on the nightstand.

4am.

A less than optimal time to wake, in such an amorous, groggy state. In your best pal’s bed. In his basement. In his mom’s house. For fuck’s sake. You sighed quietly, as frustration bloomed in your gut. Blanketed in a veil of late night darkness, you threw your head back into the plush of the pillows. Nearby, you overheard the faintest roar of the television. The TV flickered in an otherworldly light.

Bringing your head up for a beat, you squinted your sleepy eyes. Upon the glowing screen, you could barely make out the vague image of a cross-dressing Bugs Bunny. And Peter? Nowhere in sight.

Unsurprising, all things considered. Diseased with limitless energy, he never slept. Once the entire city put itself to rest for the night, Peter often threw himself at mischief’s door. Sometimes, he’d do a little soul searching. Exploring unknown parts of the world, inaccessible to the average person. Other nights, he’d raid 24hr gas stations of their unhealthiest snacks. Or - you considered this the most likely case - he left to do all of those things at once.

Adjusting your legs under the heavy blankets, you felt a distracting dampness pooling between your thighs. Your clit throbbed, aching for any stimulation. In the desolate emptiness of the basement, you breathed an aggravated sigh. Too bad. Your erotic dream left your body craving affection of the most sensual kind.

What kinda dream had your mind even conjured up anyway?

You recalled foggy memories in bits and pieces. Your brain could only muster faint, pleasurable sensations. The wet heat of a tongue on your clit. Large hands grazing fingertips down your body. A familiar voice and its comforting resonance.

Peter’s voice.

You sat up in bed in a swift motion, clasping a hand over your mouth. Aimlessly, you stared ahead in conflicting thought. Furrowing your brows, you wondered why in the hell you dreamt about your closest friend. Like that. And even worse - why did such depraved thoughts about him make you soak straight through your panties? You couldn’t bear such a conflicting realization.

The mind boggling revelation proved too confusing to unpack. Come daylight, you might be more inclined to think it over. Once you emerged from the confines of Peter’s - or mama Maximoff’s - basement, at least.

At this very moment, however, a debilitating mixture of sleepiness and horny desire altered your mind. Turning your thoughts into a melting pot of sinful fantasies. If you tried to go to sleep now, plagued with such naughty daydreams; you knew you’d never succumb to slumber. Inevitably, insomnia kept you on lock, leaving you aching with intimate need.

Taking one more look around, you checked your surroundings. In the shadowy void of the speedster’s basement, you found yourself completely alone.

Rubbing one out ultra quick? Not too much of a risk. You could probably lull yourself straight into a restful sleep afterwards too. Once you came down from the luscious release of orgasm, that is. And Peter? Well…he’d be none the wiser. Why not just get it over with?

You went about your business with careful caution.

Keeping your body concealed under layers of blankets, you hastily pulled your sleep shorts and panties down your thighs. Lying back in bed, you readjusted your position. Creating the illusion of sleeping peacefully. Should Peter make his presence abruptly known, he’d have nothing to suspect. Though…in the filthiest recesses of your mind, some part of you longed for him to catch you in the act.

Bad thoughts. Bad bad bad.

You relaxed in the comfort of Peter’s bed, breathing in the beckoning scent of your best friend. It permeated within the air all around you, leading you into an embrace. Tempting you to dream of him and his speedster tongue all over again. Wasting not a single second more, you guided your hand downward. Your cool fingers connected with your swollen clit. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you willed yourself not to moan.

After circling your clit for a few beats, you dipped your fingers further down. Hot wetness drenched the digits, sticking to your skin. You realized then, just how much you longed for the familiar touch of a silver-haired doofus. The funny feeling deep in your core grew stronger, and you softly squealed. Coating your bud in your own leaking love, you teased yourself in speedier motions. Not fast enough.

You lost all sense of time, uncertain as to how many minutes passed. And for however long it was, blissful pleasure consumed you entirely. Your thoughts overran with endless fantasies of your closest friend. Like a VHS tape set to rewind, you replayed the spiciest memories from your wet dream. In a more heartwarming thought, you pictured the way Peter’s dimpled grin might look. Cheesing confidently, as he watched you unravel under his touch.

The light of your desire sparked impossibly brighter. Sometime in the last…however long…you kicked the blankets aside. Lying on Peter’s bed with your legs spread open wide. Shorts and panties at your ankles. Leaking pussy proudly on display in the barley-lit darkness. Unaware of your surroundings, you let blasphemous fantasies engulf you. Daydreams of someone you were 99.9% sure harbored no sexual interest in you what-so-ever.

Out of your control, you mewled a pleading whine, “Oh! Peter, please-”

“Damn. That’s not somethin’ you see everyday.”

The same, chummy voice you shamelessly fantasized about for the last - who knows how long - shook you from your erotic fantasies. You squeaked in embarrassment, scrambling to cover yourself with the blankets. Fuck! Did you have any hope of recovering from such a humiliating situation?!

“Peter?!” You choked his name again, in a more panicked tone of voice, “When-...what the fuck??...How long have you-”

He stood casually near his bed, shifting his weight to one leg. Peter wore his usual, silver ensemble. In one arm, he carried a box of Pacman cereal. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at the lovable, insufferable manchild. Why did he have to be so stupidly endearing? The universe just couldn’t be fair.

Peter shoved a hand inside the cereal box, rummaging through the noisy plastic. Stuffing handfuls of sugary cereal and marshmallows into his mouth, he lazily grinned. A flicker of blush painted the apples of his cheeks. But in the dark, you could barely see it. Checking the digital watch on his wrist, he shrugged.

“Oh, what, I got here a minute ago, probably? I think? Somethin’ like that. Been watchin’ you-uh-” Peter made an awkward gesture to you on his bed, “-y’know, fer, like, thirty seconds? Maybe forty?” He snickered at your unfortunate expense.

Shamefully blushing, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh my god. Ohhh my god. That’s so-...that’s so fucking embarrassing. I’m sorry, I-...I swear, it’s not what you think!” You muttered, stammering over your words. Overcompensating, though you knew he’d see through it.

He disappeared for less than a second. In the time it took you to blink, Peter reappeared with a chair. Slumped over in it with his legs lazily spread. If his bedroom were any brighter, you might’ve noticed the half-hard swelling in his jeans. He wiggled his eyebrows, bouncing one of his knees in a restless motion. Inhaling more cavity-inducing cereal, Peter smirked. He threw a nod of his head your way.

“It’s not, huh? Sure. Listen, it’s no sweat, dude. And don’t lemme stop you.” Peter joked, “You wanna sit there and play pussy dj? Do yer thing, baby! Just pretend I’m not even here.” He said, as he crunched loudly down on more cereal - like popcorn at the movies.

Peter cheesed a most overconfident smirk. Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but smile too. Beyond stunned by his aloof behavior, you raised your head to give Peter a look of humiliated disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, dude!” You said through uneasy giggles, covering your burning cheeks with your palms, “There’s no way I’m just gonna sit here and-...why would you even say it like that?! I’m not gonna do that while you just-...watch me. Are you high??”

Peter snickered, finding your shame humorous. With a loud hmmmmm , he tilted his head. Pretending to ponder your words. His casual treatment of such an embarrassing situation put you somewhat at ease. But he also frustrated you to no end. You wanted to jump across the bed, and snatch that Pacman cereal from his hands. Just to pelt the marshmallows at his goddamn gorgeous, insufferable face.

“Look, I get it, okay? Yer kind of a mess right now. But what were you thinkin’? Seriously. I mean…i-it’s my bed! What’d you think was gonna happen?” He laughed, sitting up straighter in his seat. Arching a brow, he fixed you with a smirk, “Yanno, if I didn’t know any better? I’d think you wanted me to find you like that.”

With your eyes blown open wide, you scoffed, “Absolutely not! Don’t even-...What?? Don’t even go there, Peter. That’d be so weird, and you know it.” You stammered nervously over your words.

His expression remained so agonizingly unfazed. He shrugged, bouncing his leg a touch faster.

“Would it, though?” For an instant, he gazed at you bashfully. But the moment he continued, his impish grin made its return, “Tell you what. No big dealio! We can put this whole thing behind us, yeah? I gotta better idea anyway. Whaddya say you lemme help you out?”

The heat in your cheeks burned to the tips of your ears, surging its way down your neck. You shook your head, scoffing once more through a breathy chuckle.

“What? What do you m-...help me out?”

Peter scooted forward in the chair, leg hopping rapidly. In your mind, the movement mirrored that of a wagging tail. On the most over-eager of golden retrievers. Too cute for his own fucking good. You wished your heart would just give out already, and finally cease its fluttering.

“I know what yer thinkin’! It sounds, like, totally wrong fer me to suggest. But, c’mon. Think about it. Why not, ah?” Peter’s voice fell quieter, his chocolate gaze more insistent, “Just gimme a shot. Promise I’m not askin’ fer much. And maybe it’ll help relieve summa that stress yer always talkin’ about. ‘Cuz I know you’ve been sooooo beat down lately, babe.” He awkwardly laughed, adding, “And if I’m honest, I’ve been a lil beat down too."

You snorted another laugh, completely thrown for a loop. Not only did his insistence surprise you, but so did his genuine honesty. Peter talked as if you both needed the stress reliever. Even if said relief came at the risk of your shared friendship.

“It…doesn’t have to be weird, y’know.” Peter clarified, “Friends do freaky stuff together all the time, don’t they?” He said, carelessly crunching on more cereal.

You wanted to express hesitance, but your breath quickly hitched. In an instant, Peter climbed over you in his bed. And the same, vascular hands you fantasized about all night trailed their long fingers up the blankets. Nibbling his lip playfully, he stared you down with a lidded, mischievous look.

“Peter, wait-” You started, giggling with anxiety as he moved closer, “What the hell are you doing?”

“What’s it look like I’m doin’?” He snickered, pulling the blankets away.

You felt the urge to reach out, and drag the thick fabrics back over your body. To conceal yourself in their safety and security. But in a flash, they all disappeared. Knocking your knees to shield your needy pussy from view, you gaped at Peter. Your gaze doe-eyed and uncertain.

“I-It looks like you’re doing something really dumb.” You snickered, a little nervous.

“Never said I was a smart guy, did I?” Peter joked, sitting up on his bed, “Dropped out fer a reason.”

“I thought…you dropped out because-uhm…you said you dropped out because you couldn’t focus.” You questioned, gazing innocently up at him. Fluttering your lashes and keeping your legs tightly closed.

“Couldn’t focus. Didn’t have the smarts. Brains ’re overrated anyway.” Peter shrugged, nonchalant.

He shed himself of his goggles and jacket, throwing both to the floor. His earphones dangled around his neck, ringing a faint tune you didn’t recognize. Peter chuckled, taking a daring dive to pepper your cheek in teasing kisses. Purposely missing your lips. Fluttering your lashes, you let your body relax into the bed. Through the quiet basement, you heard the scuffing of Peter’s sneakers across the sheets.

You suppressed the urge to giggle. What would Magda - mama Maximoff - say, if she knew her grown ass son hadn’t taken his shoes off at the door? You could already imagine the way she’d sigh, rolling her eyes.

Wet kisses peppered across your cheek, meeting your ear. You felt tingles along your neck, itching down your spine. Breathing a feather light sigh, Peter nipped your neck.

“You moaned my name. When you-uhh…” He cut himself off, giggling awkwardly. Peter whispered, “Were you really thinkin’ about me? Didn’t know you were into me like that…”

You groaned, bringing your hands up. Your nails dragged down Peter’s back over his shirt, and you laughed.

“Don’t get a big head about it.” You said, barely audible. Digging your fingers gently into his back over his spine.

Peter arched his back, hissing through a throaty chuckle. Pulling from your neck, he sat upright over your lap again. He grinned, palming the bulge in his jeans.

“ Mmmm …too late, baby.” He chuckled again, throwing you a wink.

Immense confliction itched at your brain. On one hand, you wanted to roll your eyes at him. So far into the back of your skull, you’d never have to see Peter’s cocky smirk again. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but find him so irresistible like this. In all his aloof, smug glory. A sharp surge of pleasure tightened in your core, making your pussy pulse. All at the sight of his big hand squeezing his hard on.

“Please. It wasn’t really you I dreamt about anyways. It was-” You stammered, making excuses for yourself, “I-It was dream you! I dunno. And you-...”

“And I what? What did ‘dream me’ do, huh?”

“Uhm…you…ate me out…”

Once more, he laughed at your expense. It seemed impossible for him to grin any bigger.

“Yeah? Wowwwwww. Holy shit.” He laughed, “Guess it’s up to me - the one and only - to make yer dreams come true then, huh? What are friends for? C’mon-” Peter nodded his head, his dark eyes darting between your face, and your joined knees.

His hands moved, as Peter fought to wrestle your knees apart. You refused to give in, struggling to hold onto any dignity you had left. You forced your legs closed, and he arched a brow.

“Ooooh…what, you fightin’ me, babe?” He teasingly said, “Why’re you tryna keep me out? You think I’m not gonna like what I see? Cuz, like, I already saw everything. And you got nothin’ to worry about. Trust me.”

You burst into a flurry of flustered giggles, easing up your defenses. Peter took advantage, jerking your legs apart in one motion. You might have protested. But the sudden, tickling sensation of his warm palms running down your inner thighs - oh, he easily shattered your resolve. You’d never recover.

Scooting backwards on the bed, Peter sank his way down your body. He dragged hot kisses across your tummy. A visceral feeling of deja-vu caught you off guard. Peter’s large palms gripped your thighs tight, his thumbs digging into your skin. The pressure sent staticy tingles through your core, making you moan softly in response. Letting your eyes fall closed, you almost convinced yourself another erotic dream swallowed you up unknowingly.

“Whoa…” Peter breathed, blinking lazily down at your exposed pussy. His best friend’s cunt. A second of silence passed, before he hummed a quiet tune, “Nothin’ says lovin’ like somethin’ in the oven.”

You blinked. Reality hit you like a sack of freshly baked Pilsbury bread.

“What did you just-” You started, giggling up a storm. Completely out of breath.

Peter rapidly shook himself out of his nonsensical thoughts. You knew he suffered from the world’s worst case of ADD. Compliments of his speedster genes. With a mind running a million miles an hour, he constantly cycled through an onslaught of incoherent thoughts. You never knew what to expect from him next. But you adored that about him.

“Oh-...Uhhh, sorry. I was-” Peter snickered, laughing at himself, “I just remembered that commercial. Y’know, the one with the Pilsbury doughboy. And he sa-”

“Yeah, Peter, I know the commercial.” You rolled your eyes affectionately. Throwing your head back with a playful groan of mock annoyance.

“And Pilsbury says it best~!” He chimed with a chuckle, poking the lips of your pussy as if it were the Pilsbury doughboy himself. You should’ve cringed. But his dorky demeanor made you so undeniably soft inside.

Between your legs, he became enthralled. Peter stared at your leaking cunt in starry eyed awe. Without a single word of warning, he darted down to feast on your soft, pinkish mound. You squeaked a gasp, your eyes flying open.

“OH~! Oh my god, wow.” You moaned, barely audible.

“So glad you asked me to do this.” Peter whispered, humming as he dragged the flat of his tongue through your lips. You drew in a sharp breath, shuddering.

“I-I didn’t-” You tried to clarify, but his tongue teased your clit. Squealing, you reached for the silver strands of his hair, “I-...fucking-”

Peter winked up at you, looking cheeky. Huffing a humid laugh into your cunt, he drew quick patterns with his tongue. Circling your nub, before embracing the little bead in the warmth of his lips. You angled your hips, pressing into his mouth. Giggling - amused with your eagerness - Peter’s hands gripped your thighs tighter. He used all of his strength to keep them apart, every time they clenched - threatening to close him in.

Smirking, Peter dragged his tongue even lower. The wet tip prodded your glistening entrance. Drinking in your love, as you leaked all over his taste buds. He moaned, fluttering his lashes, letting his black eyes roll back. Thrusting your hips, you tried to inch him in deeper. Seeking the heat of his breath. Peter followed your desperate motions, jamming his tongue feverishly through your tight walls. He groaned, brows furrowed. His fingers clenched your thighs hard, digging marks into your soft skin. And his big thumb came up to tease your clit while he worked.

“Fuck!” You tried to be quiet, “Fuck…wow…you really know what you’re doing, Peter. What the fuck?" You whined, whispering. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through your cunt.

A faint whisper - no, wait…a buzz - quaked through your core. You trembled with ecstasy, covering your mouth with a hand. Forcing your moans down deep, you suffocated on your own, suppressed cries of pleasure. Peter’s tongue fucked itself through your pussy in sloppy, speedy motions. Drenching you in his saliva, he buried the wiggling muscle deep. Whirring buzzes drove you so wild, your mind went blank.

Stirring heat in your belly built to a breaking point. Peter withdrew his tongue from your cunt the moment he felt you tighten. Soaking wet and dripping thick strands of saliva, Peter’s tongue flicked your clit. Tears pooled in your eyes, trickling down your burning cheeks. The sopping warmth of his tongue buzzed in a hum of super speed. Overstimulating your poor bud. Your throat ached, as you fought to swallow another, more desperate moan.

You tugged his hair between your fingers, your nails digging into his scalp. Consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue vibrating into your clit; you thrust your hips into his hot mouth. Your pussy met Peter’s lips with every motion, delicate hairs tickling his nose. He chuckled around your cunt, his own moans entangling with the sound. Peering down at him through dim light, you caught the lustful gaze of his big, dark eyes. Half-lidded, and oozing carnal desire.

His lips curved in another, cocky smirk. Instantly, you lost it.

“Ohhhh~! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! Fuck you, Peter!” You joked in between whispering moans, rocking your hips harder into his mouth - edging yourself.

A torturous burst of heat tore through your core, as you fucked yourself on Peter’s buzzing tongue. The moans you fought so hard to keep under control finally spilled from your lips. You cried in a series of broken whines, your voice shaken.

“P-Peter~! AH! Fuck me! Wish you'd fuck me! Need you-OH~! I’m cumming! Feels so good, P-”

Between your legs, Peter’s brown eyes flew open wide. In a nanosecond, he appeared from above. Looming over you, he covered your mouth with a hand. Peter giggled, repeatedly shushing you.

“Shhhh! Shhh! Babe, you gotta be quiet! Mom and Lorna are sleepin’ upstairs, dude! Shhhh!” He whispered, insistent. You frantically nodded, blinking away tears.

Peter’s other hand worked sinful magic, guiding you through the remnants of your orgasm. The pads of his fingers buzzed pleasantly into your overstimulated clit. You cried shuddering breaths, reaching out to stop him from pleasuring you any longer. Coming down from your high, you met Peter’s soft gaze. His palm pulled itself from your mouth, and he wiped your tears from your cheek.

"You okay?" He asked, a sprinkle of humor in his voice. Breathlessly, you nodded. And in a more sheepish tone - averting his gaze - he added, "Whoa...fuck."

"What? Was-...was that too...awkward?" You asked, your speech a bit slurred.

"Not fer me. Nah, just-uh...you said some really freaky shit...and I never thought-...I mean, I kinda liked it, though." He shrugged, nipping his own lip.

Staring at your face, Peter admired your dazed features in the basement darkness. You both looked at each other, overtaken by a sudden silence. The gentle roar of the television droned on, playing the theme to the Looney Tunes. Breathing heavily, you relaxed. Feeling your heartbeat slow to a more steady rhythm. Peter lingered over you on his knees, gazing down into your lidded eyes.

His messy, silver hair framed his face. Complimenting his deep, brown eyes beautifully. You stared back with a curious look, fluttering your lashes. You wondered if he felt as mesmerized by you, as you were with him. Peter swiped his tongue over his lips. And you noticed then, the way his chin and lips sparkled. Drenched in your sticky wetness. Glistening with a sheen. You blushed, averting your gaze.

Peter hummed a satisfied sound, a proud smile playing at his swollen lips.

“You seriously gotta taste what I’m tastin’, by the way. It’s, like, outta this world.” He joked, teasing you in a flirtatious tone. And how could you expect any less, from mister Pacman cereal himself?

You snorted loud enough, Peter had to shush you playfully again. Before you could speak a hushed apology, he lowered himself over you. With his ever-present, over confident smirk; he captured you in a careless, sloppy kiss. So incomprehensibly far from romantic. And yet, the butterflies in your tummy soared.

His lips and tongue shared with you an unexpected concoction of your own heat…and sugary, cereal marshmallow sweetness. The taste lingered on your lips. You laughed in soft breaths through your nose, throwing your arms around Peter’s broad shoulders. Pulling him even closer, you let your closest friend kiss you in his bed. For as long as his speedy heart desired.

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ghostlykeyes · 1 year

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Hi! Ur one of my favorite csm fanfic writers, and I hope you have a good day today. Since your request is still open, Im going to take advantage of it haha.... Can you write a headcanon for Quanxi, Power, and Makima where their s/o is a med student and they are struggling to adjust to a VERY busy schedule with almost no time for socializing outside of school and internships? There are also times where they sleep at 1:00 a.m. and wake up at 5:00 a.m., which is probably because I procrastinate A LOT and Im still wondering how I am still alive today.

Hi!! Thank you 🖤 I hope your studies are going well! (and dear LORD babe please get more sleep if you're reading this go to bed RIGHT NOW)

(Fem pronouns for Quanxi, GN for Power/Makima)

Quanxi

Quanxi isn't particularly social herself, so she struggles to understand why you miss parties with your friends or getting dinner with your family. After all, you're working hard towards a career you're passionate about, and the two of you have a good thing going. What more could a sweet, driven girl like yourself want? Still, she doesn't like seeing you stressed, so she makes it a point to get you out of the house on weekends. "You can do this later," she tells you, shutting your textbook despite your protests. "All your friends are already at the restaurant, and we'll only stay for a little while." She ensures you slip a little time for yourself in your packed schedule, even if going out to bowling alleys or movie theaters with your friend group isn't her favorite. At least she gets to hold your hand the whole time.

She's a master at taking care of her girl—Quanxi always makes sure that you're comfortable, even three hours deep into test-prep. She knows your favorite source of caffeine and keeps it on-hand 24/7. Whenever she notices your eyes start drooping, she wordlessly places a tall glass at your elbow, placing a quick kiss on the top of your head. If it's cold, she grabs a blanket and your favorite socks. If it's been a few hours since lunch and you're blatantly ignoring your rumbling tummy, Quanxi pops out to grab your favorite take-out. You never have to ask; she just knows what you need, and provides it without delay.

Though Quanxi worries about your sleeping habits and demanding schedule, she knows you're an adult and can manage yourself. She doesn't nag or chide you if you're putting your studies first, and forgetting to shower every now-and-then. She does what she can to help, and she always, always tells you she's proud of you. Whenever you're ready to scream at the paper you're writing or about to cry into a pile of flashcards, she gently rubs your shoulders. "Hey," she says, "You're working hard. I'm so proud of you." Maybe to anyone else it wouldn't seem like much, but Quanxi is so sincere and tender as she works the knots out of your tired shoulders. Her quiet words are almost always enough to give you a second wind.

Despite her policy to let you do your own thing, Quanxi does get after you if she notices you procrastinating. She knows you need a break sometimes, but she also knows if you put off your work too long you'll be ten times as stressed when you're staring down a looming deadline. "Hey, cutie," she pinches your cheek, gentle but insistent enough to make you scrunch your nose up. "You better hit the books." If you protest, she raises an eyebrow at you. "You know I'm right. Just work on it for a little bit, and then we can cuddle and watch your favorite show or something." As you pass her by, grumbling about your workload, she smacks your ass for good measure. It's usually enough to make you smile back at her, and stop complaining.

Quanxi buys you a set of scrubs in your favorite color. "So my girl won't forget about me, even when she's busy," Quanxi teases, and you roll your eyes. You reassure her with a kiss that of course you'd never forget about her, and she ruffles your hair fondly. It's your favorite set of scrubs, and you wear them almost twice a week.

Power

Power absolutely. hates. your jam-packed schedule. In her opinion, you should be devoting all that time to her! After all, you two could be having so much fun! Why dedicate hours to your internships and classes when the two of you could be out getting soft serve, going to fairs and winning goldfish, or eating exclusively the meat at monjayaki restaurants? She despises the fact that she has to share you with your studies. With a little help from Denji, though, she leaves you alone to do your work. If you ask her to scope out date locations, she's eager to hit the city and plan a perfect date for you two. Just bribe Denji with a handful of Family Burger coupons and he's willing to chauffer her. You get a nice, long day of peace and quiet to cram your studies into and, as a bonus, you get to look forward to whatever date spot Power's deemed a necessity to visit, whenever you've got the ever-rare free afternoon. The cramming might seem counter-intuitive, but it actually helps you get things done faster. It's harder to procrastinate when Power's asking for constant updates on your progress, eager for you to be done so she can have you all to herself.

Whenever you're settled on the couch for a study session, Power comes to cuddle up with you. She'll splay out across your lap or nuzzle her chin into the space between your neck and shoulder. She summons every single ounce of self-control she has to stay quiet and still, so you can keep studying. At first it's pretty difficult for her to resist the urge to poke your face or put Meowy on your head, but as she gets used to the quiet, she finds she starts to enjoy these gentle, low-key moments with you. Sure, she prefers being hyper and loud, but silently nestling into your side and soaking up your warmth is pretty nice, too.

Thrilled to have knowledge about something you're studying, Power is always eager to tell you about blood. How it feels when she's directing its energy, the way it almost hums beneath her fingertips as she molds it to her will. It's not something you'll find in any textbook, and your professors probably won't quiz you on how blood "feels"—but it's still fascinating stuff. Whenever you're diving into the specifics of how blood flows through the heart or mapping out arteries and veins, you tell Power about your studies. You listen eagerly as for every fact you give her, she tells you something about blood that you'd never find in any textbook.

Power absolutely insists that you get enough sleep. Pulling an all-nighter is simply not an option. "My human," she commands, closing her hands around your shoulders, " 'Tis time for us to go to bed." If you protest, telling her you'll come in a few hours, she pouts and shakes her head firmly. "Not an option! You must rest, and I must have someone to cuddle with." She'll physically pull you into bed if she has to. If you have to get up early to finish something, she'll begrudgingly allow it, but going to sleep together is non-negotiable.

All of your notes and flashcards are littered with Power's doodles. It's her way of cheering you up when you're three hours deep into studying the brain. Little scribbles of stars and hearts and hammers (don't ask), or sketches of Meowy doing impossible things like fighting a supervillain or rolling up some sushi. She's not the best illustrator but her pictures definitely have heart, and they do the job of cheering you up splendidly.

Makima

Makima's no stranger to a busy schedule, so she completely understands your struggles. For her, maintaining a planner is a must and she'll gladly help you start one. She gets you a plain faux-leather journal, your name embossed on the cover in gold. Inside is a neat chart laying out the week in precise detail. There's a spot for to-do lists, due dates, progress trackers for big assignments. She's also included reminders to eat, stretch, and drink plenty of water in the margins. She really thought of everything, and if you end up using the planner to its fullest extent, it pretty much kills your procrastination problem. (It's much easier to get things done when it's broken down into efficient, day-by-day steps for you.) Pay attention, and you'll find new comments from your lover packed inside the margins. Simple things, like "Be sure to eat something nutritious today" or "Remember, you have to be at your internship an hour early on Tuesday.", penciled in her neat handwriting. It's not an "I love you"—she struggles with those—but for Makima, the simple care is close enough.

Outwardly, Makima is sympathetic when you lament that you've got no time for friends and family. She nods her head and frowns when you tell her it's been three weeks since you've gotten to go out on the weekend, and assures you that you'll be able to hit an izakaya or bowling alley with your friends soon. Inside, though, Makima likes that your busy schedule keeps you from interacting with people too much. This way, she gets to have you all to herself. Makima loves that you have precious little free time, and that you spend most of it on her. The less other people get to claim your attention, the better.

Instead of eating on her lunch break, Makima dedicates that hour to you. She comes by your place to share a quick lunch, or drives you to your internships. Even if it's only a twenty-minute car ride and a quick kiss before you hurry into your internship building, decked out in scrubs and eager to learn, Makima cherishes this rare time with you.

Sunday afternoons are scheduled date times. No matter what might be going on at work, Makima pushes it aside to spend the day with you, and she expects you to do the same. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just getting coffee together or walking the dogs down a new path is enough. What matters is that the two of you, despite your demanding workloads, have time that's just for each other. She's not happy if you try to blow off your scheduled date to study. It's her favorite part of any week, so expect her to act cold for a few days if it's taken away from her.

Makima respects your work ethic, and she's incredibly proud of you. She makes it a rule not to bring her personal life into work—that would just make you a target—but she's hidden a photo of you, beaming at the camera in your scrubs, in her office. Whenever she's stressed, she pulls out that photograph and reminds herself how impressed she is with your hard work and diligence. It's enough to help her refocus and get her own work done.

Makima knows you're busy, so she likes to take care of your needs. Often, there's a healthy lunch she's put together for you in the fridge, a full bottle of filtered water in your bag, and a fresh notebook on hand in case you run out of paper. She prides herself on anticipating your needs. It sends a surge of satisfaction through her when you start to ask a question: "Darling, have you seen my—" only to cut yourself off as she holds up whatever you're looking for. She hands it off to you with a barely-there smug look and quick kiss to your nose. Now, if only she would look after her own daily needs with such dedication...

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𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙨 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣 (ARTHUR X READER)

↬ 🩸 ❝ Now, now…❞ Arthur unfolds yet another towel, laying it on the bed. ❝ You've surely heard that this is one way to treat period cramps.❞ ❝ What is?❞ ❝ Orgasms.❞

Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Menstruation; Menstrual Sex; Period Cramps; Embarrassment; Kink Negotiation; Vanilla; Arthur is gentle; Pet Names; Gentle Sex; that gets a little not so gentle; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Kissing; Lots of it; mentions of blood drinking; Creampie; Aftercare; Post-Coital Cuddling; Crying; Dacryphilia • wordcount: 3,177 • masterlist

a/n: I've been trying to finish this fic for months 😭 My first period sex fic! Hope you enjoy!! If you happen to suffer from cramps and you want your favorite ikevamp suitor comforting you in their own unique way, may I also offer: Napoleon, Comte, Mozart, Theo, Leonardo, Sebastian 💕(All fics in this series share the same opening scene!)

It’s another beautiful day at the mansion, and the sun is continuing to shine brightly outside as afternoon settles in. Your list of chores is more than half-way done now, the morning was a productive one and you pat yourself on the back for pushing through at your usual pace, even if your period surprised you early this morning. Sleeves rolled up and armed with a feather duster, you march towards the lounge room to take care of another chore.

Specks of dust dance in the afternoon sun, windows wide open, as you complete your task little by little. Soon the sections left to dust decrease and you start to tire - a minor pain in your tummy appearing as well, as if to persuade you into taking a short break. You throw a look at the grandfather clock. You’ve been a busy bee; not even the distraction of dusting off some of Comte’s highly intriguing antiques couldn’t get you late on your own schedule.

You sit down at the spacious couch area, grab a throw pillow to hug, and fall on your side - shoe-covered feet juust hanging off the couch because it won’t be worth the effort of taking them off for just a minute or two of rest.

Uh-oh! The pain doesn’t go away and only gets worse instead. Suddenly moving as much as a millimeter equals signing a death warrant.

“Help” You whisper to yourself, clutching onto the throw pillow.

Trying to escape from the pain in the realm of your imagination, you fantasize about nicer things…and that means fantasizing about your boyfriend, Arthur. If only he was here right now, you're sure the pain would be way more bearable. Maybe he would sit in the armchair next to you and take out the small journal he keeps on his person to work on his current draft. You love relaxing in the ambient sound of his pen scribbling across the paper, it has helped you fall asleep many nights. On those, he'd normally write on his desk, but seeing you snuggled onto yourself alone on the bed never sits right with him. It typically doesn't take him too long to come join you under the warmed-up covers. You think about how he props the book against his knee, how he plays with the ends of your hair spilled across the pillow when he gets deep in thought…

You also think about how on some nights, you just can't sleep, and he just can't write - when those innocent idle caresses start growing into more, and your gazes meet for a second too long. Arthur would slowly remove his glasses and turn off the night lamp; then in a flash, his lips are attacking your neck with passionate kisses before your eyes can get used to the darkness.

How did your mind trail off to this, again?

"Arthuuuurr…" You groan as the loneliness begins growing stronger with your daydreams, and the cramps chime in as well.

You hear the floorboards creak outside the door and you raise yourself to a sitting position, calling an abrupt end to your short break. Maybe you'll go take some medicine, after all…

"Calling for me, luv?"

You stand awkwardly in front of the couch for a second, staring at Arthur as if he is a fraction of your imagination still. He's not, and if it wasn't for the godawful cramps you'd be throwing yourself on his neck right this instant.

"D-Did you really hear me? It can't be possible!"

Thankfully, he's the one shortening the distance so you don't have to, planting a greeting kiss on your cheek.

"Oh? So you did call my name?" A wide grin occupies his lips now, satisfied with himself and his little accidental guess that wins him the sight of your blushing face.

Realizing his bluff, you purse your lips, removing yourself from his smooching range.

One look at you and Arthur is nodding as if all the checkboxes in his head are now marked. However, he's not celebrating the brilliancy of his deductive mind with a smirk this time; he looks remarkably concerned.

"You were lying down just now, luv, didn't you? Are you in pain? Your period came?"

Despite the best efforts of this persisting pain, expressions other than a bitter frown are still able to play on your features, and you're honestly impressed. "Yes, yes, and yes, but…how did you know?"

Arthur steals himself another kiss, on the corner of your lip this time. "How did I know? Is it so strange for me to know my lover inside out?"

Whispering his reply is all a part of the flirty little trick to win you over, and you wish he didn't - because it works a little too well with the whirlwind of emotions and hormones inside you. You shiver whole, barely able to spare a thought or two about the actual reason. Didn't you catch him taking a bath today? Did he take a peek in your underwear drawer, armed with the knowledge about which panties are the "period panties" (which surprisingly IS a thing even with the circumstances of this time and age!), and notice their absence? Some pervert he is. It wouldn't even be his first time doing this, but still, you're not mad. Not when he's palming and caressing your shoulders while sneaking in another kiss on your pouting lips. You love his attention, especially now that you missed it so much.

"Now luv, what are we going to do with you, hmm?"

You shiver as his hands wander all the way down to your hips and linger there.

"Should we get you something warm to press to your belly? Or maybe take you on a light walk once you're done resting? One word and I'll do everything for you, my dear."

"Arthur, you're spoiling me…"

"Think about it, I'll wait."

Oh, thinking is not good. Not when he's so close with little to no room left to be closer than that, save for the one thing you absolutely cannot ask of him. Your thoughts start getting shameless; cursed be the conditions that are not letting you pounce on him. Even if you're never going to live down the shame of it, you wish you could just hump his leg to a sweet, sweet release and be over with it. It would end quickly and without mess.

Arthur looks at you differently now, and you can feel his gaze examining you. You try to control your breathing which might have quickened in the last couple of seconds. But he's too good at this.

"Something the matter, luv? You seem hot."

His cool hand on your cheek feels too good, as if asking you to nuzzle into it, slip the thumb in your mouth and suck. You summon some much-needed self-control at the price of a sharp breath that puts the attempts at steady breathing to waste. You decide to spill the beans, groaning as another cramp creeps its way onto your nerves, both metaphorically and literally.

"I'm horny."

You expect pity at most. This sort of blurted-out-of-nowhere confession is more typical of the man in front of you, so even with this, you're not doomed to become the bigger pervert between the two of you; it's relieving somehow. You hope that Arthur understands.

"Ah."

It's a small exclamation, and it could mean many things coming from his mouth of all people. While leaving yourself wholly in his hands and their gentle messaging motions, you should've considered that he is ready to sweep you off your feet any second. Like he does right now.

The sudden loss of balance surprises you, and you find yourself carried bridal style. Arthur turns with you in the direction of the door, but before taking a single step, he leans in to whisper to you. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you have no chances of escape as his warm breath hits your lips.

"I think I just thought of a way to relieve you from your pains, darling."

***

To your surprise, you're dropped off at the chaise longue once in your shared bedroom. You watch in near horror as Arthur brings out towels and lays them on the bed. It's not long before you connect two and two, and you have to protest.

"Arthur, you're surely not thinking about-"

"Now, now…" Arthur unfolds yet another towel, giving it a small shake. "You've surely heard that this is one way to treat period cramps."

"What is?"

"Orgasms." Arthur catches your gaze, having finished preparing the bed. You watch him approach and you change the position of your legs on the chaise longue, pressing your thighs together.

Sometimes you hate how awfully familiar Arthur is with the human body given the fact that he used to be a doctor - a field doctor, but a doctor nonetheless - everything from your anatomy to your bodily reactions being a mere tool in his hands to love you and to take care of you, should the need arise. You should be glad to have such a knowledgeable boyfriend by your side, even if it embarrasses you to no end when he puts his skills into action.

"But, it's gross!" You insist in a near-shout, realizing that he's now close enough to hear you even in a meek whisper. "Just think of all the mess… I don't want you to be grossed out with me."

"My dove."

Arthur caresses your neck, pressing his thumb into the underside of the top button of your shirt and easily undoing it, then moving to the next. He pretends he doesn't possess the skill of getting it all done with in seconds, and you're not a fan, even if it gives you time to arrange your thoughts. He wets his lips and continues.

"Nothing about you could ever gross me out. I think this exercise would help me prove that to you, even… and maybe by the end of it, you'll truly believe me."

Soon there are no more buttons left for him to undo.

"I happen to know how to wash blood from bedsheets."

Shivers go straight to your nethers, images of sleepless nights flash in your mind with the reminder of the sharp tips of his fangs perforating the skin of your neck.

"I'm a blood-drinking bastard, remember?…" He latches his mouth into your neck, but keeps his fangs to himself. Despite doing nothing to stop him, you know that losing more blood is not the wisest thing to do right now, and you're already sure Arthur keeps that in mind. You still enjoy his teeth on you, even the ones that don’t aim to break the skin. Before he can suck long enough to leave a mark, he breaks the contact, needing you to be good and listen for a little longer.

"Some blood cannot get in my way of giving you pleasure. Quite the contrary."

You whine at his comment alone, as embarrassing as it is, and you realize that you've been rubbing your thighs together a little too hard. It doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend, as he places his warm hand on your knee, smirking at the way you shiver and release the tense muscles of your thighs. He pats you in encouragement. "Will you stand up for me, my princess?"

Complying quietly, you stand up on shaky legs. Arthur hugs you from behind, distracting you with kisses as he untucks your open shirt from your skirt, moving to his next target. Soon the two pieces of clothing pool at your feet, leaving you only in your underwear. His hand is gentle as it guides you to bed like many times before.

You lie down with the soft towels underneath caressing your lower body, and it's not as awkward as you thought it would be. Arthur doesn't give you much time to dwell on it as he climbs ontop of you, claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss.

Burning hot need pools in your belly, a tang of pain mixing with it, and you realize you've almost all forgotten about your cramps. Instead of being wary of upcoming sensations flaring them up, you feel like chasing the prevailing lust that now resides in your loins. Arthur's got you. You want to experience this together with him.

Eager to show him your progress, you guide his right hand between your open legs. To your surprise, he lets out a groan, breaking the kiss to look down and rub the place at the apex of your thighs.

You didn't expect to feel him through the obstacles in the way, and your own sensitivity catches you unprepared. The noise you make is familiar to Arthur, it's hardly the first time he's got you helpless and dying for him to touch you like that. Though it usually takes a bit more toying with you. He keeps rubbing down on it until your body is certain this is nowhere near enough for what it needs.

"Arthurrr… Please…"

"Begging already? My, aren't you cute?"

You pout at his teasing, taking matters into your own hands as you try to shimmy out of your panties. He's there to help, hands meeting yours as he pulls them down and out of the way.

You shut your legs together out of embracement, and Arthur is prepared for this reaction as he quietly tuts you, resuming his ambush on your lips, and you give into his ways of convincing you.

Feeling the tips of his fingers on your clit, electricity runs through you and you thrust your pelvis up involuntarily. Arthur remains collected as his fingers dance around your bundle of nerves, but no matter how gentle he is, his touch feels too good for some reason. You can feel how slippery it is, but the feeling is not too alien to you, and that's a relief. While drowning in the sweetness of Arthur's kisses, it all feels like a regular night with him, you're just extra wet and sensitive.

"Arthur- Are you gonna…" You don't finish, instead running your hand down his toned body and to the front of his pants.

He chuckles. "Only if you can handle it, luv. Say the word and I'll give you what you need. But if you think that would be too much, I can make you cum on my hand now and here."

It all sounds lovely to you, but the hormones playing with your head are demanding all you can take and more. You want to explore this sensation all the way, despite the tad of embarrassment still threateningly lingering in the back of your head.

"I want you inside…" You blurt out, raising your legs in an attempt to make Arthur hurry up and slip inside you already. You obviously don't need more preparation, as you're sure it's not only the blood lubricating your hole anymore.

The shadow of lust darkening Arthur's blue eyes is alone at fault for your walls clamping down around nothing. The rustling of a belt coming undone is music to your ears as you count the seconds before Arthur claims the place between your legs once again.

Same as when you felt his fingers, the tip of his very hard cock makes you jump, but now Arthur chooses to simply observe from above as you forms writhe. You feel him coating himself in your juices and the filthiness of the act makes you moan on the spot. The repeating tease of him threatening to breach your entrance only to withdraw is making you crawl out of your skin.

"Are those tears in your eyes, Luv? Oh, you poor thing, we teased you too much now…"

You're shocked to discover that your vision is indeed blurry. Hormones at fault, you mutter a sound of surprise that turns into a moan as Arthur finally enters you.

"Oh— My god, so— big-"

Arthur groans like you rarely hear him do. He must have felt that too. You're really tight around him.

It's good he slips his tongue between your lips again because the smallest thrust would make you explode. You're getting drunk on this sensation, feeling him so intensely. Just as you begin to relax, he starts grinding inside you.

"Ahhhh- More, more!"

Eager to give you all you want, Arthur complies until you start hearing the wet noises of him thrusting inside you. It's making your face red, but you can't help moaning at every thrust, adding to the sultry sounds.

Arthur is as lost in it as you are, and your heart sings at being the source of his maddening need. Hearing his low noises of pleasure drives you closer and closer to the edge, as all you can think about is cumming together with him.

Locking your legs around his torso, you egg him on to tip over the edge now and here. The unmistakable noise of him cursing under his breath floods you with desire just as you thought you couldn't feel needier, but then something happens that catches you off guard. Arthur moves his head away from where it was nestled against your neck and at first, you aren't sure about the reason before you hear his muffled groans. He fills you with his hot cum just a second after.

You realize that just now, he was biting the pillow. The bloodthirst must have gotten to his head, and he… did everything in his power not to drain you of more blood.

Seeing him so out of control makes you scream as a violent, powerful orgasm is ripped out of you, your body seemingly having a mind of its own as it humps against Arthur through it, and he holds you down by the folds of your knees to ride the pleasure off for you. It's one of the best orgasms you've ever had.

Hormones shifting once again in the chemistry of your brain, you glow with the aftermath of pleasure running through your body, head to toe, and suddenly the need to hold Arthur close grows tenfold. His hands move to cushion the back of your neck as he kisses you softly, spent and content as you are, chuckling against your lips.

"Aren't you going to ask why we haven't done this sooner?"

Still catching your breath, you want to groan at how quickly he regained his cockiness, being a textbook gentleman just a second ago. Though, you can totally see his point now.

"I just…really don't want to look down right now."

"You don't have to. Leave the cleanup to me. I'll take good care of you."

The whispered promise is already lulling you into a deeper relaxation, as you rest your limbs with no intention to get up anytime soon. Arthur is… absolutely, shamelessly spoiling you rotten. Both with his gentle care and with his ways of casually giving you one of the best orgasms of your life, making you discover a new kink.

Oh, and your pain is completely gone, by the way.

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myarlert · 2 years

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔

# .01 — multi fandoms : aot [eren, armin.] genshin impact [kaeya, thoma.] jjk [sukuna.] x fem!reader

# .02 — cw : smut, v. penetration. praise, oral [f. receiving + m. receiving.] [monsterfucking due to double cocked up sukuna, skip if you don’t like it.]

# .03 — it’s been a while 😮‍💨 kinda also how passionate they are <3

minors do not interact + RBS ARE APPRECIATED !

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

— uses his hands a lot, drifts then down your sides to lightly tickle them, pressing his lips all over you.

he would be so full of praise when he’s on his knees for you. ‘will never get over how much you drive me crazy.’ he loves to give you tons of kisses. he loves when you’re beneath him, cock buried nearly to the hilt, seeing the gleam in your eyes as he delivers slow, deep, punctuated thrusts. how his eyes love to drape down your body, watching your chest rise and fall with quick and short pants, how your cunt squeezes him so tight every time you let out a soft moan. he especially loves it when he can make you finish form literally the bare minimum.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍

— loves to caress your cheek, eye contact is major with him, he loves to just look at you.

he’d brush the hair off your forehead, cup his hands around your cheeks while you’re riding him. his hot breath as he pulls you down onto him, holding your thighs close to his hips as he sits up on his heals, pumping his cock into you with soft force, his tummy bubbling and swarming with butterflies when he hears you mumble his name. ‘a-armin pleasse.. your cock feels .. so good, hhnnngff.’ how he would fucking love to keep going at the speed you want. the one that he makes him feel you gush around him. the one that has him pulling out n watching your cunt drip that sweet cum back onto his cock. how he has that bubbling urge to bury himself back inside, feel that slick mess have that cool feeling as he slides back in slowly, making you mewl out his name in a little fit to make him go faster. he just loves to see your face scrunch up when he pumps his warm seed into you :(

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

— has his hands on you twenty-four seven. he loves feeling you up <3

you’d be at the tavern for a late night drink with him n you’d feel his hands start to wonder. ‘what? i dont think i’m doing anything wrong.’ but would a hundred percent nearly shove his hand into your pants because in his head, you’re the prettiest when you’re super flattered. when you look at him with a shocked look and nearly swatting his hand away. he really thinks there’s nothing more attractive than you being flustered. he knew this one thing about you though, that look you’re give him when you wanted to go back home and be in private. and every time you were out somewhere together and he sees this look he knows he’s fucked.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

— cannot get his eyes off of you, the level of love he feels for you makes him almost wanna go aggressive with it.

adores when you’re fucking missionary. he’s so sweet n loves to coat you in beautiful praise as well as his cum [im not sorry]. he really REALLY likes when you let it be known that he’s making you feel so good. fucking loves when you get super loud, when you can’t stop your body from thrashing around beneath him. also loves to eat you out. you look like such a goddess under him like this :( he can’t get over how much he loves when he looks up while sucking lightly on your clit to see your chest raising into the air, watching as your head gets thrown back and mouth falls open from the impending orgasm he’s about to feed to you. something about it,, he can’t believe he’s the only one that can make you cum as hard as you do.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

— shockingly praises the fuck out of you. puts you above everyone but at what cost?

as bad as he is, it’s obvious that he fucking loves to make you scream and cry. to him, he loves when he has you on your knees, wearing the finest of silk, squeezing your body just right and when you look up at him with one of his cocks being drenched in your saliva, dribbling pre down your chest and neck while the other fitted snugly down your throat. he thinks you look so pretty honestly, but that won’t stop him from absolute abusing that throat. he would leave you coughing up cum for hours on end, chuckle about it but brush the tears from your cheeks ;(

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sleepsacked · 2 years

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kim hongjoong nsfw a-z

18+!! mdni!!!

tumblr is fuckin ugly on mobile & duplicates shit idk how to fix it but if u do lmk >> anyways a lil smth til i get more motivation </3 im working on a masterlist rn & im debating if i should jus post it and edit it later </3 anyways doing all the members for this bit hopefully finished by the end of the week ^.^ enjoy<3

a ⋆ aftercare

not the type to be too crazy and loving after sex, of course wants to clean up but i think he'd also be the type to kinda wanna wind down post-sex in his own mental so would probably just clean up and lay with you quietly, depending on his mood and how much he is in his head or not, you might get lucky with some affection

b ⋆ body part (his favorite body part)

ok i know i said he was an ass man, but now im like . thighs. i could see him being a thighs guy, or even tummy </3 bye i could see him giving soft ass kisses on ur tummy </3

c ⋆ cum (anything to do with cum)

idk why but i cant see him being the type to like coming inside often, but if he did he would make it worth it. would probably hold off on sex for a while just to make sure he'd give you it all. other times would probably come on your tummy or ass depending.

d ⋆ dirty secret (his dirty secret)

why do i feel like he'd be curious about getting a footjob LOL and i will Not Elaborate unless asked. Other than that . WOULD Love when you top, but he's to prideful to admit he likes it when you do

e ⋆ experience (how experienced is he?)

average? LOL like not crazy experienced but not clueless either, but also picky who he opens up to sexually - a lot of trust and interest needs to be involved

f ⋆ fav position (sex position)

as ive said before- speed bump!!!!!!! && idk the name for this but the position where like his lovers head would be hanging over the bed and he'd fuck their mouth YEAHHH i could see him really enjoying that <//3

g ⋆ goofy (how he acts in the moment)

probably during foreplay he'd be a little goofy depending on comfortablity, but for the most part likes to be pretty serious and intimate. i feel like he'd be the type to say smth super cheesy like "sex is an energy exchange" LMFAO so he'd probably keep it pretty serious in the moment

h ⋆ hair (how groomed is he?)

i dont think he's hairless, definitely trimmed and groomed

i ⋆ intimacy (how passionate is he?)

hm this man is a scorpio so i hate to fall into that stereotype they're super like freaky and passionate but i do think he is - but only if he's all about you - like a tunnel vision type of love. you can see how charasmatic and passionate he is in terms of music and performing and i think that would translate into the bedroom if he feels like you're the only one for him

j ⋆ jack off (how often he masturbates)

i dont think he's the type to be horndog 24/7 but probably 1-2 times every other week idk horomones are weird </3

k ⋆ kink (one or more)

ORGASM CONTROL. i feel like even though his personality seems very colorful and wild or open-minded, in the bedroom he likes structure and being the one to call the shots and this definitely reflects in how much your orgasming and if he's letting you - maybe breathplay and some biting

l ⋆ location (fav place to do it)

not too keen on exhibitionism, so the bedroom/home is where it stays but if he's too eager for you then he doesnt mind somewhere more open

m ⋆ motivation (what keeps him going)

LOVES LOVES LOVES how reactive you are during sex to whatever he gives you, and loves that your honest about it, would be the type to stop in the middle of something if you're not giving your normal "feedback" and would ask where he needs to touch you or if he needs to go faster or slower

o ⋆ oral (giving + receiving — is he good?)

likes both equally but loves when you go down on him, refer to fav position bullet point >> loves seeing him bulge in your throat, enough said.

p ⋆ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

prefers to start off slow and hard and gradually pick up pace from there >> if you guys are in missionary though, definitely takes him time with being slow and sensual

q ⋆ quickie (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

since he'd prefer more at home/in the bedroom environment i dont think quickies would happen often unless you guys went a long time without seeing each other and were just too eager

r ⋆ risks (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)

would be open to experimenting some in the beginning of a relationship, but could see him falling into a routine and feeling comfortable in that.

s ⋆ stamina (how long can he last?)

probably two rounds MAX, but i think he'd be the type to wanna get you off first as much as possible before he has his way with you, would wanna edge you a lot first so you both could cum together

t ⋆ toys (does he use/own any?)

nahhh, would probably get you a dildo or a vibrator or something to use when you guys are away and wanna have phone sex >> but no matter the distance, mans is still in charge

u ⋆ unfair (how much does he tease?)

a menace, i definitely feel like he's a mean tease in public and likes seeing you embarassed or flustered so would be mean nonstop but fear not! behind closed doors, he loses some composure after seeing how riled up you are for him

v ⋆ volume (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

dont really see him as whiny (at least all the time), but i do think he's a moaner, and definitely dirty talks but only if you guys are in close proximity and he can say it in your ear type vibe. i definitely think he would risk it all if it means getting to have you in his studio and letting him record yalls session(? LOL) >> feels confident in his own volume and moans to wanna incorporate it into something for later + he'd love to flex knowing his lover (you) sounds so good <333

w ⋆ wild card (random headcanon for him)

oh . dont even get me started . for one, i think this man is super into making out or just kissing in general. i definitely think he falls apart if you suck on his tongue in the middle of a makeout session 1000%

x ⋆ x-ray (what’s under his clothes?)

not thaaaaat big (but got some girth to him) and knows it </3 but makes up for it everywhere else >> might be insecure abt it in the beginning of a relationship

y ⋆ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

dont see him the type to be clingy a lot and doting on a lover all the time, especially because he does have that "work now play later" vibe so i think itd really be like once a week or so but would make it a whole scene (foreplay, teasing, edging, etc.)

z ⋆ zzz (how quickly does he sleep after?)

dont think he'd fall asleep quick but not have much energy afterwards, probably stay up long enough to clean up and come down from post-nut state and then end up cuddling up with you

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wooahaes · 2 years

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beach body

pairing: non-idol!s coups x chubby!fem!reader

prompt: my own insecurities

word count: 1.4k~

warnings: body insecurity in summer on a beach. a few suggestive comments, one implying sex later. lowercase intended + not proofread.

daisy’s notes: im slightly in cheol brainrot hours im sorry. also i started writing this two weeks ago.

if there was one thing you knew as a fact, it was that seungcheol loved you with his entire heart and would never understand where your insecurities came from.

you’d had this conversation with him before, actually. the first time it’d come up, he’d admittedly ended up a little heated and stepped away to calm down (he’d had a long day already, which you couldn’t fault him for, but you were thankful he knew when he needed to step away before things became worse) before he listened to you. it wasn’t that you hated your body, because you didn’t. it was just... a little hard to stop comparing yourself sometimes when all you saw in magazines and on TV and on social media were boosted pictures of women who were likely photoshopped to look perfect. at one point it was no curves, and then it was curves in the right places only (lest you be seen as ugly, despite the fact that there were plenty of people who were busty and had a little bit of a tummy still). things were changing, yes, but that didn’t erase the number of people who still wanted to erase anyone who didn’t fit into their shameful ideal of “beauty”--ableism and all. seungcheol knew that you were always passionate about that, too. he’d heard your rants late at night while brushing your teeth about the gross way people sexualized bodies or the way that certain things were fetishized like those qualities didn’t belong to a living person with interests.

it was, admittedly, something else he loved about you. you always knew when he appreciated your passion because he’d wait until the conversation was completely done before he kissed you and told you that he loved you. he respected you fully and never did it a moment before (he’d kissed you early by accident once and then apologized and told you to keep going because he was absolutely listening and offering his own commentary in form of questions to understand better).

but seungcheol knew that you still faced insecurity, despite how much he loved you or every compliment people threw your way (his friends, yours, his family... anyone and everyone always seemed to comment on how you looked in a positive way, lest they want to face his judgmental looks). whether that be the shirt you picked out, or the makeup look you were trying out for fun, or the nail color you decided to dabble in: it wasn’t going to erase the ugly parts of being bigger in a world that hadn’t caught up to the idea that every person deserved love and respect no matter how they looked. let actions define a person’s worth, not how aesthetically pleasing they are to certain people.

he was surprised you’d agreed to coming to the beach with jeonghan and joshua, actually. he knew you kind of hated showing too much skin, especially in a crowded place, but you were far from immune to the summer heat. besides: you had him. that was enough to make you feel beautiful any day. all you had to see the love-struck look on his face whenever you did anything to know that seungcheol had your back.

yet you stood in that changing room, feeling your confidence melt into nothing faster than ice cream on the beach. something about the way your stomach stuck out, or the chub of your arms and thighs, or the fat collecting underneath your face just seemed to pile up and feel like too much to handle. you’d told seungcheol not to worry about you changing, to just go hang out on the beach with jeonghan and joshua to protect your spot. you were starting to regret it as you pinched at your skin, turning to survey your body more and more in that mirror. the heat was awful, yes, but did you want to be perceived? to be made to feel like you shouldn’t exist just because your body was bigger? it wasn’t fair.

you reached for your shirt and pulled it back on--thankful that it was big enough to function as a cover-up. you could deal with that. you threw everything else back into your bag, slipped back into your sandals, and made your way back out to the beach. seungcheol had been sitting on a towel, applying sunscreen when he saw you. he didn’t question it, because there were plenty of times he’d seen you in cover-ups rather than your swimsuit: he just asked if you wanted his help applying sunscreen.

so you put on a brave face instead. “only if you can keep your hands to yourself,” you teased. “there are people here, cheollie.”

he chuckled, leaning in for a quick peck. “i’ll control myself,” he promised. yet when he reached for the hem of your shirt, you ducked back. “love--”

“i don’t think i’m going to swim or anything,” you said. “i’ll be fine up here.”

seungcheol frowned at you. “you were talking about how much you wanted to swim on the way here.”

“maybe i just changed my mind.”

he took your hands in his own, “can you be honest with me?” his voice was cool and even. no accusations, no anger to be found in it at all. just a genuine question for you to answer because seungcheol knew you too well. “did you say you’d come just because i wanted you to?”

you shook your head. “you know i genuinely wanted to come. i like collecting seashells with you.”

“did somebody say something?”

another shake. “i literally haven’t spoken to anyone since we’ve gotten here.”

seungcheol decided to scoot a little closer, just so that his knees were touching your own. “is it just a bad day?”

“it feels stupid it call it that.”

he pouted at you. “sometimes i don’t feel confident, too,” he said. “everyone can have days like that. it’s okay. just tell me what you need me to do so i know how to comfort you right now.”

you took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. “i dunno. i just kept looking at myself in the mirror and i kept thinking about how much bigger i am than other people. and i know other fat people exist, cheol, but it doesn’t change the fact that people are still weird about it. they say to “lose weight” for “health reasons” but forget that it’s hard to do that and that some people can’t do that because of their health.” you intertwined your fingers with his own. “and that it’s not instant, y’know? like... just telling someone to “lose weight” doesn’t mean they’ll just instantly fucking do it. and i got caught up in thinking about that stupid shit.”

“are you worried someone’s going to tell you that?” he asked.

“i mean... yeah? a little? because people are nosy.”

“well,” he said. “i wouldn’t. and you know joshua and jeonghan wouldn’t, either.”

“yeah?”

he smiled at you. “is there anyone else here who’s opinions matter to you?” he craned his neck, looking around just to hear you chuckle. “is your doctor here?”

“cheol--”

“you always tell me that strangers’ opinions shouldn’t matter,” he told you. “so they don’t matter. no one who knows you and loves you is going to force you to make a change unless something is putting you in danger--and we both know that’s a different story. all you’re doing is trying to enjoy life right now.” he pulled one of your hands up to his mouth, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. “do you want to go swimming?”

it was hot as fuck. “yeah, of course. and i wanna find seashells with you, dummy.”

“then you need sunscreen,” he smiled. “do you want to take this off now?”

you couldn’t let him go without a little bit of teasing. “are you still going to control yourself?”

he smiled, already toying with the hem of your shirt. “for right now...” he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours for just a moment. “but i can’t promise i will later.” he waited just for a moment, giving you a moment to back out, to stop him. then he lifted your shirt, pausing only when you moved to help him pull it off. “lay down on your stomach for me.”

and you did, letting seungcheol hover over you to apply sunscreen to every hard to reach place for you. with the two of you fully covered, he offered out his hand and nodded toward the water. when you accepted it, intertwining fingers again, he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss against your lips one last time.

“i love you,” he said, that same tender look in his eyes when he smiled at you. “don’t ever forget that you’re the most beautiful person.”

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