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mochinomnoms · 2 months

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i know in the leech family that its a running joke that the mc is their cleaner shrimp and i cant help but think when its finally the leech parents turn!

Imagine mc and the leech family are going out to do some family bonding and the mc causally picks off some lint or hair off papa leech or mama leech and their mood just instantly brightens :D They go like “thank you dear! Is there anything else on me?” And the parents are just spinning around happy because their child-in-law is doing shrimp things with them! (Meanwhile jade and floyd are off to the side being like “what about me D:<”)

also may I be 🪸 anon or 💫 anon?

YEEAAAAH FAMILY SHRIMP!!!

I think it's a very sweet idea! Whether it's just one of the twins or both that you've gotten involved in, they both enjoy your fretting and picking at them. Floyd most often gets your attention, as he's always getting up to stuff and messy. However, he's more prone to scrapes from basketball and burns from cooking at the lounge, so he gets lots of attention from you. Floyd loves it, he loves being taken care of for once, instead of being feared or seen as a big bad eel. He needs loving too! He needs to be treated tenderly and kindly. Floydie just wants to be loved, and who better to do that than you?

Jade on the other hand will just get dirty when hiking and foraging, but rarely get any scrapes or cuts. He might bruise here or there depending on how it went, but over all you're more likely to need to clean stray twigs, leaves, and dirt for him. In fact, you'll find Jade approaching you after his extensions, every single time, asking for your assistance. Maybe join him in the bath and help him clean up? As his cleaner shrimp? Pretty pleeease? After all, the caretaker needs some caring too sometimes.

When you eventually get introduced to the family and properly fit into your place with the Leeches, with an appropriate shrimp merform! Papa and Mama Leech are just happy that their boys have such a sweet partner. You further solidify your spot when they learn about your “shrimp” tendencies. They think it's so cute! So imagine their delight when you start tending to them like you do their sons!

Papa Leech will often find himself get into...”scuffles” after work. Normally, the family doctor would be available to patch him up, but they were already attending to a patient of theirs. Here comes their resident shrimp, offering to patch him up! You babbling about Floyd and how he always got hurt from his activities at school, so it wasn't a problem. At this point, you're practically a pro! Papa Leech has stars in his eyes, though, he has the cutest child-in-law!!! And you've been doing this for his boys, for free??!! Screw Floyd and Jade if they ever break up with you (like they'd ever would) cause Papa is keeping you in the family for the foreseeable future. Not only are you convenient, but you care for him like family, he'd be a barnacle to let you go. If you're not already married to his boys, prepare yourself, cause he's already organizing the engagement and wedding. No, he did not ask his boys beforehand.

As for Mama Leech, she's been repeated described as a worrywart, and overly cautious, especially regarding her family. I think that, since you weren't brought up in the family like her boys, would be prone to keeping you at her side. If Papa and the twins are off for “work” then you can find her snatching you up for some mother-in-law time to keep you nice and safe! This is when she gets her own version of shrimp tending, via you doing her hair and makeup! She does love dressing up and looking pretty, and is delighted when you start brushing through her hair with your fingers, braiding it and softly applying her lipstick. It's been so long since her boys were little and played dress up with her! But here you are, so sweet and soft and gentle with her! She's now become attached, if you so much as try and leave the family, Mama is sobbing and begging you to stay, while also strangling her sons for what ever they did wrong (she knows they did something the little troublemakers).

I'd say that the twins only get mildly jealous, after all, the more time you spend with their parents the less they get with you! And you're their partner!!! They suppose they should be happy that you get along so well with their parents. Except Floyd. Floyd wishes to monopolize your time and will hide you away with Jade in a dark coral nook. He called you Shrimpy first, it's his right!!!

(I will dub thee 🪸 anon!! welcome!)

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #leech parents #sweeties!!! the best in laws!!#🪸 anon

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gaiathemexicanbeauty · 7 months

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desperate sex with sanji | sanji drabble (18+)

18+ POST SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

sanji and you have been waiting all day and you're finally alone ♡

warnings: nsfw without barely any plot below the line, lots of praise, men whimpering (yeahhahahhahahah), p in v, afab reader!, pretty much quick and fast sex lol, this is mostly for anime sanji but i'm not gonna be the one to limit who you want this to be

"been w-waiting for this alllll dayy.." sanji whines as he pushes your legs up and apart, looking down at you with a look that elicits a soft moan out of you. it's not like you hadn't seen him all day; in fact, you had spent the day running errands together, cooked lunch together, all the good stuff that comes out of being in a relationship. what had set the two of you off was everything that had conspired that morning. your head in sanji's lap and sucking him for all he was worth, soft moans leaving you every time his fingers stroked deep inside you. the two of you had been SO close, you could have gone to sleep that night without thinking of having sex but a hard knock at the door had gone and ruined the whole thing. but now you were alone again.

sanji buries his face in your breasts with a shaky sigh of relief, a soft gasp leaving you when you feel him lick a stripe between them. your back arches as soft whines leave you when his lips find your nipples and suck on them until he leaves them perky and raw, leaving sloppy kisses on them before he pulls away. "you're absolutely stunning like this.." he says in between pants, shakily starting to line himself up with your slit. "p-please, sanji, hurry, pleeease.." you moan when he rubs only his tip against you, clearly trying to make this last. "i know, i know, beautiful, i'll make you feel so good soon, i promise." he says with a shaky voice, finally letting himself slip past your slit and making the two of you moan in unison.

he really had planned to take it easy, let the moment last like he normally did. but once he felt the way you clenched around him, he knew he was done for. a desperate sort of sound leaves him before he immediately starts to pound into you, making a loud moan leave you as your hands find his hair and tug on it. he nearly drools at the feeling, swallowing thickly as he pushes your legs further back for more access and to watch the way your breasts bounce with each thrust. "gods, p-please, gorgeous.." he whines as he massages your thighs, beads of sweat already beginning to form on his forehead. you can barely do anything but babble, too blissed out to do anything but take him. "soooo nice and tight for me, t-thank you for m-making me feel so goood." he says, the occasional whimper leaving him with every stroke inside of you.

more quickly than he wants, he can feel the coil inside him of tightening to the point of no return, a pathetic cry leaving him as he pushes your legs further apart to wrap them around his waist. he buries his face in between your breasts again, making you let out a cry of your own as he considerably picks up the pace of his hips; his words are becoming so slurred you can barely understand him. "pleasebabyplease, inside, l-let me cuminside, oh g-gods!" he cries out, leaving sloppy kisses over any skin he can reach. "p-pleaseee!" is the only response you can manage, pulling at his hair as you feel your own orgasm washing over you. before he even realizes it, pathetic whines and whimpers are slipping out of him as he cums hard, not stopping his hips for anything as you can only meet his own sounds with loud moans. your thighs twitch and shake as you let sanji ride out his orgasm, something that proves hard with the way he can't seem to get enough. without pausing, he gives you a breathless smile, this time grabbing your hips to press them impossibly closer to his. "o-one more time?"

can you guess who my favorite one piece character is yet another drabble before class bc i have 4 hours of nothing to do LMAOAO

#op sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke #one piece smut #op x reader #one piece x reader #op smut #one piece headcanons #one piece #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji smut #blackleg sanji

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satorusluver · 7 months

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Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Minors DNI

Word count: 1100 ish

Warnings: smut without plot, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, slight daddy kink, I think that's it. Idk, it's sex man lmao.

A/N: I'm continuing my "Gojo is a giant fucking tease" agenda.

There's not much Gojo Satoru loves more than teasing you until you're nearly in tears before he finally fucks you. He loves your pretty whimpers, the cute faces you make, the begging. He loves having you on your back, your fists balled into the sheets in sheer frustration as you whine and plead with him to finally fuck you after he's been teasing you for the past 20 minutes.

You whine pitifully as the head of your boyfriend's cock, flushed a dark pink and leaking precum, pushes past your outer lips and presses against your entrance. He moves his hips ever so slightly, never letting more than the weeping tip breach you.

"Toru...please." He just smirks.

"...please what, baby?" Satoru asks coyly, pulling back and lightly tapping the head of his cock against your swollen, needy clit.

"Please..." you blush a little before finally getting the words out. "Please put it in..."

Satoru grins cockily. His bright blue eyes look upward as he makes a slight "hmm" sound, as though he's considering putting an end to your torture at last.

"You want this cock? My cock?" he asks, tapping the head against your clit a little harder now.

"Need it. Pleeease?"

"Well....since you asked soo nicely."

You gasp when you finally feel him pushing into you, filling you until you feel the very tip pressing gently against your cervix. The stretch is painful at first, but oh so delicious. Satoru is tall, so fucking tall, but he bends forward so that his face hovers just above yours, his lips barely brushing your own before he speaks:

"You okay, baby?" he asks softly, waiting for you to nod your head before he starts moving. Each thrust delivers a perfect hit to that sweet spot inside of you, earning a soft grunt from Satoru each time he sinks back into your tight heat. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bedroom as you feel the bulbous tip of his dick hitting places so deep you didn't know they existed.

No one else ever filled you up quite like Satoru. His cock is long and thick with bluish veins protruding from under the pale skin. And it curves upward ever so slightly so that any time he takes you on your back like this, he's perfectly angled against your g-spot. He's holding your legs up, spreading them nice and wide so he can get a good look at how your pretty, drooling cunt is being split open by him.

"So fucking wet f'me,' he mutters appreciatively. "You look so pretty like this, all fucked out and stuffed full of me."

And he can't help but appreciate how you look up at him too, with your cute, flushed face and your mouth hanging slightly agape as he fucks you senseless. He presses into you even deeper, hardly moving out more than an inch or two now as he grinds against you, his lower stomach rubbing against your clit each time he does.

"Ohh, listen to those sounds you're making. You gonna cum on my cock already, is that it, baby?" he asks with a smug grin when he hears you let out another high-pitched whine. Normally you would make some retort about how it's his fucking fault for getting you so worked up by being the world's biggest tease, but right now you're too fucked out to think straight with his cock ramming against you in all the right places.

And fuck, you do cum, with a few more good hits to your g-spot coupled with the friction against your clit, you're creaming around his shaft in waves of pleasure that cause your inner walls to spasm around him as Satoru fucks you through your orgasm and into overstimulation, still hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves with each movement.

"Oh, fu-u-ck," he stammers, his hip movements stuttering and his eyes rolling back in his head when he feels your already tight little pussy constricting around him. Soon he speeds up again, heavy balls smacking against the soft flesh of your ass as he grows more desperate to fill you with his load with each passing minute. Snow white hair begins to stick to his forehead as the distinct smell of sweat and sex fills the air.

"S-such a good girl. So fuckin good f'me. You wan' my cum baby?" Satoru murmurs, his word slightly slurred from pleasure.

You've never really thought about having kids, but every time you have sex with Satoru, that primal part of your brain that's driven to reproduce literally begs for him to fill your cunt full to the brim with hot, thick ropes of his sticky seed. Something about Satoru makes you lose all your inhibitions and just want to be his -his pretty little fuckdoll, his pretty little wife.

"Please please please!" you cry out, looking up at from behind long lashes with hazy, lust-filled eyes. "Need your cum, daddy!"

"That's my little cumslut," he croons. "Gonna take it all, aren't ya? Not gonna waste a single drop of daddy's cum." His hand reaches up to squeeze one of your soft tits, watching how they bounce each time he slams into you. You feel that knot forming in your lower abdomen again, feeling yourself nearing another high, and Satoru notices the way that you tense up.

"That's it. Cum for me again, angel. Wanna feel that pretty little cunt milking my cock dry." His voice is dripping with cockiness, because he knows only he can make you cum like that.

"F-fuck yes, yes," Satoru hisses when he feels you clamping down on him again as your second orgasm hits you, his thumb rubbing your puffy clit in small circles as you shake and mewl under him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Satoru groans, and your body's immediate response to hearing that is to wrap your legs tight around his waist to keep him from pulling out -as though he would, as though he could resist you even if he wanted to.

Those azure eyes of his go out of focus as he takes in a sharp breath, and his head falls forward onto your shoulder. His fingers dig into your sides almost hard enough to cause bruises. "Take it take it take it take it," Satoru babbles mindlessly as he paints your walls white, fucking rope after rope of thick cum into you.

"Good girl," he pants, his chest heaving as he starts to come down from his high. His lips press a few open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder and his fingers rub soothing circles into your skin where he'd just been gripping you so hard. After several seconds of catching his breath, he finally pulls out. A trickle of his cum follows him, which Satoru quickly stuffs back inside your well-used cunt with two long, slender fingers.

"I said not to waste a single drop."

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silkbab3y · 26 days

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Im so SO sorry 💗

Snippet: Rosie and Ren woohooing but she didn't moan his name. Oops!! DISCLAIMER: They are NOT in an established relationship in this. Ren and Teo are from @14dayswithyou Nsfw fic below (DNI if below 18!!!)

"Ngh... ah..." "Hah..."

The bed creaked and groaned under the shifting weight of Ren on top of her, Rosie's bangs clinging onto her sweat-covered forehead. Slender fingers bunch up the fabric of his sweater's sleeves and her legs clenching around his hips before wrapping around completely. Her head was buzzing, the hours dragged by as her sore body took each and every thrust the taller man gave to her. And she took it so well, so eagerly, confirmed by Ren's sweet praises and gentle touches to her face in contrast to the rough snaps of his hips. Another sweet spot kissed by his tip has her back arching off the bed, lips parted in a strained moan before she lets a name slip from her kiss-swollen lips.

*And it wasn't Ren's name.*

"T--eo--" Just those two syllables had her senses come back full time, brown eyes widening and a hand slapping to her mouth as she stared up at Ren. He stared down at her with an unreadable expression.

"I, um--" Oops. To say she had things complicated with Teo was only one-sided. Feelings for a man with no sense of commitment left the girl stringing herself along like a lost puppy. That was why she agreed to hang out with Ren, to be with Ren, to *fuck* Ren. It wasn't like they were dating though... but that didn't help her case at all, nor the guilt and shame that crawled up her spine. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me--" Yes she did, she absolutely knew what came over her.

"You're thinking 'bout him?" And so did Ren it seems. The man could read her like an open book– like she had the audacity to even feign ignorance. Was it that obvious?

Before Rosie could explain herself; apologize, hide her shame and pray for a hole to open up and eat her alive-- anything, Ren had grabbed her thighs, pushing them closer to her body until her knees met her shoulders. "Hold on-- I didn't mean to, really-- ah!" The girl throws her head back into the pillow as he slams his hip down, feeling his cock (AAAH) reach places deeper than before.

"Ren!" She croaks out, her hands shooting to the large pillow under her head, yanking at the plush as he slowly pulls out until just the tip is left inside, before *sloooowly* pushing back in. *Oh god.* Rosie lets out a desperate whine at the achingly slow pace he had set, like he was trying to make sure her cunt (AAAAAAAAH) remembered the shape of him. He continues this rhythm, slow and deep that drives Rosie wild and near the edge.

"There you go," he hums, leaning down to nip at her earlobe, the sounds of her needy cries filling him with pride. "That's my name, angel... say it again,"

"Ren--" "Again." Another whine rips from her as her gummy walls flutter around him, signalling her approaching orgasm. "Say it again, angel and I'll let you cum." His hips barely move, almost as if he was ready to stop if she didn't. "Pleeease," Rosie begs so sweetly, her chest heaving with ragged breath, her hand coming up to the back of his neck to grip the collar of his turtle neck. "Please, Ren-- I can't--"

"Good girl." Jerking her hips up to grab onto her better, moving one palm up to the back of her knee-- Ren picked up his pace, angling to hit her sensitive spots repeatedly until she finally came undone. With a relieved mewl, Rosie's grip on his sweater tightens as does the knot in her stomach before it finally releases, her cunt clamping down his cock once more. And as a shaky sigh escapes Rosie, eyes half-lidded and in a daze, Ren softens his touches and cold lips presses against her forehead in approval.

"Such a good girl."

____

"That's one pesky bug," Rosie internally groans, her nail tapping at the counter as she debates on turning around or not. Not like she had to when the suave and raspy voice belonged to the very man who owned her thoughts, her attention, her heart. "Should really see a doctor for that."

"Do you need something, Teo?" She questions, her tone coming out a bit snappier. Shit. Rosie hadn't meant for it to come out so… bitchy, but she was running on 2 hours of sleep from last night and wasn’t ready to face him. “Ouch,” Teo moves to be across from her, classic Teo, needing to have her full attention. “I’m a little hurt, starshine.” He tilted his head, and Rosie’s eyes couldn’t meet his that trailed over the marks littering her tan skin. “You had fun, dollface?” Ugh. Him and those damn pet names that had her heart skip, her stomach flutter. Rosie huffs, putting on her best smile as she sheepishly tugs at her stylish top that did her no justice in covering the love marks Ren had left. “Yeah,” she answers after a beat passes, trying to not lower her head in embarrassment. It came so easily to her with anyone else, anyone that wasn’t Teo. “I did actually, thank you for asking, bookie.” She snickers at his eye roll, but the quirk of his lips makes her heart leap. “I bet I can be more fun,” Oh. Suddenly the reminder of how she was taken so well and wholly last night came to her when she felt her inner thighs ache. Her whole body really…

Inside, she was ready to accept his offer without missing a beat, but Rosie knew better than to do that. Come off as desperate? Urgh… With a slow breath out of her nose, she raises an eyebrow as she studies the man. “Really?” Really. “Well, sucks for you– I’m not really up to getting my guts rearranged a second night in a row,” she snorts, her smile forming more naturally this time. Teo shoulders jerk slightly in a silent laugh as he props his head up with a hand. “Doesn’t have to be tonight, dollface. I already got plans.” It takes Rosie everything to not sigh in disappointment. “Text me when you do feel like rearranging those pretty guts again, Rosie.” Rosie stands there as Teo pats the counter before taking his leave, spacing out as she tries to process his words. Not even when Elanor calls out for her does she react, not until she finally comes to her senses, excusing herself to slink off to the break room. She needs a fucking nap.

#i did NOT proofread this giggle #14 days with you #14dwy #💗mywriting #💗spicycontent #silkbab3y

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sugarbag · 10 months

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✰﹣𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 :)

abby anderson x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀. what i think being in a relationship with abby would be like! (i have brainrot)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. none i think, apart from poor writing because it's 2am 🤡 reader is referred to as girl a few times and it's implied that reader has long hair

FLUFF.

an. ummm so im officially obsessed with abby. theres a part at the end thats very specific for black women because self-insert 💅 but i'll put a little ✰ beforehand! english is still not my first language :) if you enjoy this pleeease let me know!

- ok so first of all, abby is baby. she is soooo serious about nicknames it's adorable!! once you start calling her by a nickname it better stick because she will literally pout all day if you call her abby. if you do her call something other than a cheesy nickname, she really likes abigail. the way it rolls off your tongue, the way it feels like she's owned by you when you call her that, it makes her giddy :)

for you, she goes for "sweet girl" or "angel" :))

-is a clean freak. like an actual freak. she WILL bully you into folding your socks neatly next to hers and god forbid you leave crumbs in bed

-i do not care what anybody says, abby is an ass girl. when you're cuddling, her hand always finds its way to your behind. and when you question her about it, she says it must be sorcery.

of course, she loves every part of you but dat ass... do not bend over near her, she absolutely will fake fuck you from the back and put her whole heart into it. im talking grunting and moaning and you're just standing there like🤰

- she's such a great cook! she learned how to cook with her dad and after his passing, it became a way to feel closer to him. so she cooks for you all the time and acts grumpy when you call her your little housewife but she loves it really :)

-FOREHEAD KISSES‼️especially if there's a height difference, shes such a sucker for those! receiving and giving of course

- please play with her hair :( if you don't know how to braid, she'll teach you :(( BRAID IT OMGGG she loves when you do anything with her hair, brush it, braid it or just pass your hand in it, she'll take anything :) she'll only let you touch her hair, especially if it's undone and her beautiful blonde strands are on display goshhhh

- she will 100% let you paint her nails whatever color you want. no questions asked.

- shares everything with you. sometimes not even on purpose. like her clothes are your clothes and vice versa, you two basically have one big closet. gives you her jacket (the WLF one:)) you want some fries from abby's plate? done. you like her pine scented bodywash a little too much? it's yours :)

- absolutely HATES horror movies. she cannot stand them, maybe a few classics not too gorey but either way she just doesnt watch them. truth is she's a scaredy cat when it comes to horror movies, so when you insist to watch one together, you see your 6ft tank of a girlfriend with her eyes half open and flinching at every noise. truly an hilarious sight. if you watch horror movies alone, she'll just stand like a dad and never sit down because it scares her less that way lol🧍‍♀️

- ok so she's not big on pda but god is she clingy. she never lets go of you (not that you're complaining), always wants to touch you in some way, wether its by holding you hand or having her hand in your back pocket :)

- takes you on surprise dates!! you randomly get texts like "are you busy rn? the museum is open👀" or "it's been a while since we've been at the park. put your shoes on" XJDJSBD

- acts like she hates sunscreen just so that you'll have to put it on for her and smirks the whole time

- takes all the space in bed and when you complain about it, she just puts you on top of her "there, you go angel, got enough space now?"

- SHE LOVES CUDDLING big spoon, little spoon or just being intertwined on your shared bed, she just loves physical touch, ESPECIALLY yours <3

- she's an early bird. i believee abby has the sleep schedule of a grandpa, so she goes to sleep at 9pm sharp and wakes up at 5am to go to the gym. once you tried to persuade her to stay up longer and you got to 10:30pm🙀

- if you go to the gym with her, she'll be like a little kid, all excited to show you around and stays with you the whole time to teach you some exercises. doesn't matter if you know them already, she WILL show you everything

- is a bigggg fan of deep conversations. very early in your relationship, the two of you would have hours long conversations about literally anything. but at some point, you realize you've been talking for a while and abby's just sitting there, gazing at you and admiring everything about you. the way you talk, your voice, the little mimics you make or the way you move your hands when you're animated.. yeah she's down bad.

- she lovesss when you do skincare together, pretended like she hated it at first but she just feels so comfortable with you, she feels at ease. she can relax more and having a sheet mask on with cucumber slices under her eyes is surprisingly relaxing

- her main love languages are physical touch (i know, shocker), gift giving and quality time!

- gifts you sooooo many plushies but pouts when you put them on your bed?? and you're like, "where else should i put them?" and when she points to the closet, you're so offended. they're your babies they are not going in the closet. when you're both laying on the bed, she gives them the stink eye >:

- loves being domestic. cooking together, cleaning together, going to the museum and talk about what you saw days after still, taking walks in the park like an old married couple :) she just can't wait to be your wife :))

✰ (a few thoughts about abby with a black gf!)

- STEALS YOUR SHAMPOO! and when you tell her about, she acts innocent as if her hair didn't smell like shea butter and coconut

- that woman is fascinated by your hair routine. every product you have, she tries it out on herself because she lovesss the smells. she could watch you do your hair for hours (she has)

- wants to help with wash day and she gives the best scalp massages. gets a bit messy if she helps you and definitely takes even more time but she's so precious when she does it :( "is the water too hot?" "is that okay?" "am i tugging too hard?"

- is a fucking beast when it come to braiding your hair once you teach her, she can do anything, box braids, cornrows, knotless, YOU NAME IT

- could watch you in the sun for hours (she does) in an every day context she already wants to stare at you all the time, but when your skin is glowing in the light? she looks at you like you hang the moon and stars

- she wears bonnets religiously and you have matching ones ughh thats too cheesy (but true)

LOOK AT HER‼️‼️

can you tell abby's my girlfriend??

tell me if you like it <3

✰﹣𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔤

#abby anderson x reader #lesbian #tlou #tlou2 #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x black!reader #abby anderson #wlw #abby headcanons #abby anderson headcannons #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x fem!reader

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cloverthebarbearian · 4 months

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Do You Think Of Me...?

Rolan x AFAB/OC, NSFW, 6,034 Words

A fic inspired by an incredible piece of fanart by @sammakesart, the full image of which is a patreon exclusive that is well worth the money and has been living in my head rent free for weeks. For WEEKS. (Ref Sheet for OC)

"I mean. We live in the tower now, yeah? And its Big and all, but we still like to have rooms near each other. I don't know, it feels safe… comfortable, after everything. To know we're close by. But it also means, sometimes, things aren't always… private…" Clover slowly took sips from their pint, eyes still locked on Cal's darting gaze. Biting his lip, knuckles white in his lap. Clover's eyebrows raised, "Okay? And?" Cal lowered his head, "Pleeease don't make me say it…" Lia threw her head back and nearly yelled out in exasperation, "GOOOODS Cal you're such a BABY sometimes. Listen, Clover… Clover. We know," she shoots Clover an intense stare, "We knoooow things. About Rolan. Things no siblin's should know," her hand reached out to grab their arm, "An' Rolan? Reeeeeeaaally misses you…" a knowing smile crept up on her face. Clover's cheeks felt warm, but they weren't even sure why. The gears in their head not fully turning as the alcohol worked through their veins. "What… what do you mean?"

It was a lively evening at the Elfsong. Swarms of friends deep in drink and song flooded the tables of the tavern, the Hero of Baldur's Gate among them. Busy catching up with Cal and Lia, Clover took a healthy chug of their pint amidst the laughter around them.

"And THEN he tried to tell us 'an unseen servant would be more useful'," Lia continued her ranting, "Like, sure Rolan. Good luck gettin' an invisible jester ta' help with your customers."

Apparently, Rolan had been particularly difficult to work with this past week. Between drinks, Lia was busy retelling all of his criticisms and complaints over his siblings earnest attempts to help him run Sorcerous Sundries. Now that he was the Master of Ramazith's Tower, he had to learn all of said Tower's secrets - on top of learning to run an already successful business. Admittedly an overwhelming task as is, and likely even more so for a perfectionist like Rolan.

Cal followed Lia's complaints with his own, "I get that it's been a lot as of late. But you'd think the man would be grateful to have the extra hands about! And it's not like the patrons are complaining. Hells, some bloke even tried to ask Lia on a date after shift!"

Clover raised an eyebrow to Lia at that, who simply shrugged and sipped her own drink, "He was like, 60 years old at least. Or maybe 600. I think he was an Elf? Besides, if anything, its Rolan who needs someone to ask 'em out. Hopefully someone to help yank the stick from 'is arse." Clover snorted out a laugh in response.

"You really think that would help?" They pondered aloud, "Gods, I can't even see Rolan out on a date. Let alone finding someone attractive. That man only seems to care for Tomes and the Weave," Clover chuckled to themselves, "I mean hey, Mystra's single now, maybe I could set them up..."

Cal and Lia shot each other knowing glances, poorly hidden smiles curling at the corner of their lips. This was a look that Clover recognized immediately. That token Sibling Telepathy. Clover dropped their pint on the bar with a thud and planted their palms on the counter, shooting them their own knowing glance.

"Okay," they pointed between the two of them, "What's all this?"

The siblings eyes darted at Clover and then each other, trying to hide their bubbling laughter.

"Us?" Lia said sarcastically, hands raising up in feigned innocence, "Nothin'! Nothin', honest."

"Y-yeah," Cal said with a lilt in his voice, "You're totally right that Rolan doesn't even find anyone attractive, even. The mans practically a… a Eunuch!"

Lia groaned, "Cal, ew."

Clover rolled their eyes, "You two clearly know something. Some weird secret that I guess I'm not privy to," They folded their arms across their chest, "Very rude to withhold information from the person who's saved your lives on probably, Seven different occasions at this point?"

"Oh c'mon Clove, you can't hold that against us forever," Cal groaned.

"I actually think I can," Clover retorted, "Until you've saved my life seven times, at least." They picked their drink back up and finished the final gulp, tapping their mug against the counter with a wink in request for the barmaid to top them off once more before turning back to Cal.

"Alright Bud, I know you can't keep a secret. So, what the Hells are you two keeping from me?" Cal suddenly turned a bit pale, eyes wide.

"Clover, y-you know I don't do well under pressure…"

Clover leaned in closer to him, their barbarian eyes narrowing, a bite in their voice, "Exactly."

Lia, now tiptoeing between drunk and utterly sloshed, ran her finger around the rim of her cup, giggling to herself, "Clover… you're gonna make'm piss 'imself."

Cal groaned, "Listen, I'll tell you. But it's just. It's weird! It's weeeeeird, Clove."

The dwarf grinned to themselves in victory, "Alright, then. Spill." Lia stared at Cal with a sly grin.

"Yeah Cal. Tell 'em Rolan's little secret~" Cal groaned once more, shoving his face into his palms.

"Okaaay," Cal relented, "Gods above, I… Auuugh, so. How do I even…" he was struggling to find his words, "I mean. We live in the tower now, yeah? And its Big and all, but we still like to have rooms near each other. I don't know, it feels safe… comfortable, after everything. To know we're close by. But it also means, sometimes, things aren't always… private…"

Clover slowly took sips from their pint, eyes still locked on Cal's darting gaze. Biting his lip, knuckles white in his lap. Clover's eyebrows raised, "Okay? And?"

Cal lowered his head, "Pleeease don't make me say it…"

Lia threw her head back and nearly yelled out in exasperation, "GOOOODS Cal you're such a BABY sometimes. Listen, Clover… Clover. We know," she shoots Clover an intense stare, "We knoooow things. About Rolan. Things no siblin's should know," her hand reached out to grab their arm, "An' Rolan? Reeeeeeaaally misses you…" a knowing smile crept up on her face. Clover's cheeks felt warm, but they weren't even sure why. The gears in their head not fully turning as the alcohol worked through their veins.

"What… what do you mean?"

Lia's smile turned even cheekier as she threw her head back - fake, exaggerated moans falling from her lips, "Ohhh~ Fuuuck, Clover- Yes Clover, please! Take me jus' like that," her speech slurred as she rocked her hips in frantic thrusts. Cal lowered his head onto the bar's tabletop as Clover's eyes went wide and their face went fully flush.

"Oh, my Gods…" they muttered to themselves, lifting their pint back to their lips. Lia's mocking cries turned to raucous laughter.

"I'm jus' saying. If anyone could get that man to relax…" she lifted her cup in Clover's direction before taking another hearty swig.

Suddenly, the gears in Clover's skull decided to start working. Frantically.

"Well, then," they announced, hopping off of their bar stool, "maybe I should go get the job done."

Cal and Lia once again exchanged wide eyed stares with each other, "What, like… like, right now?" Lia asked, as if shocked into a sudden sobriety. Clover chugged their nearly full pint in a handful of large, thirsty gulps. The final drops of liquid courage they needed before slamming the glass back onto the counter.

"Yeah, I guess like, Right Now. Y'all've had a hell of a week, right? If I can help…" Clover smiled to themselves, "It's kind of what I do," they gave Cal a cocky grin, "I will count this as saving your life, again. Mark me up to eight."

"Gods dammit," Cal let his head fall back onto the bar. Lia began laughing, clasping her gut as she bellowed.

"He should still be closing up at the Sundries!" Lia started hollering after Clover as they began to leave the Elfsong, "We'll stay here tonight, so take your time!"

Clover heard Cal stammer out, "Lia, that's disgusting!" Before walking into the cool night air.

Sorcerous Sundries was but a brief walk away. And Clover couldn't help all but skipping towards their unknowing wizard, his dirty secret at the forefront of their mind...

The open doors of Sorcerous Sundries allowed a pleasant breeze to flow through the lobby. Rolan took in a breath of fresh air, busying himself balancing the account records of sales for the evening. A small crew of mage hands floated around him, carrying stacks of sales records, tomes to be organized, sorting through everything from profits to taxes to local investments.

He'd typically give himself the time to pat his own back at his creative means of multitasking. If only his mind weren't so overcome with the newfound pressures being Ramazith's Master have brought him. Yes, the Sundries was a success trade business. Yes, the tower held treasures and secrets and power aplenty. But Gods, had Lorroakan ever opened a checkbook in his life? The debts this man owed, the back taxes and unkept promises Rolan was now forced to follow up on. Though grateful to not have a cane to his jaw, the stress of picking up his former Master's mess was taking its toll.

The faint footsteps of a guest entering the building could be heard across the tiled floors.

"Ah, terribly sorry but we are closed for the evening- Oh," he glanced up from his busy work to see the Hero of Baldur's Gate approaching the Sundries counter, "it's You," he mumbled, the voice of customer hospitality lost in his tone, "What do you want?" He questioned, adjusting the pair of reading glasses sat atop the point of his nose, glancing back down at his records.

Clover hesitated a moment, "Ouch, not the warm welcome I was anticipating. Is this how you treat all your customers?"

"I don't anticipate you're here to purchase something," Rolan remarked, focus fully back on his paperwork. The mage hands organizing the storefront flitted around Clover's head as they continued to approach the counter. Rolan just barely took his eyes from his work to peak up at the dwarf in front of him. He paused, "Did you need something?"

Clover slid their hands across the countertop, "Oh, what? I can't just… happen to be in the neighborhood, dropping by to say hello to an old friend?"

Rolan rolled his eyes back to his work, "We're friends now, is it? And here I thought you were nothing more than my siblings overpaid babysitter," Clover's head cocked to the side.

"You don't pay me."

Rolan flipped to a new page on his countertop.

"I know."

Clover rolled their eyes, strumming their fingers against the polished wood, pondering how to get to occupied wizard's attention. He was dressed so casual - his robes gone, wearing just his loose undershirt and fitted trousers. Emboldened by the alcohol still buzzing through their bloodstream, and their newfound knowledge of Rolan's secret desires, they decided to walk themselves behind the Sundries counter.

"This space is for employees only," Rolan commented, without looking up from his records. Clover paid him no mind, walking up to him and lifting themselves onto the counter directly in front of the Wizard, who responded by sighing. Exhausted and irritated, he hung his head, laying his palms down on the counter before him, "Would you kindly be an utter inconvenience somewhere else? I'm trying to work here," he gestured to his documents, but couldn't seem to look the barbarian in the eyes.

"Oh, Rolan, I'm hurt," Clover responded, "Is that really what you think of me? I'm just an, 'utter inconvenience'?"

"Right now? Yes!" Frustrated, he finally found himself looking at Clover's face. But rather than maintaining his building rage, his breath caught in his throat.

They were much closer to him than he initially realized. He could see their mismatched eyes so clearly. Clear enough to see - no, smell - the magic enchanted in the blue glass eye to his left. He could also smell the heavy alcohol on their breath. Though their dwarven fortitude kept them composed, the sour wheat smell of beer was unmistakable. He found it mixed beautifully with their natural sent of musk, the sugar plum soaps he knew they preferred, and that faintest whiff of copper, from all the blood that often soaks their body after battle. Caught in the sheer aura of them, he nearly didn't register as Clover's hands gently gripped at his forearms resting at their sides.

"I'm sorry," they lied, "I must be a real bother right now. I'm sure you're thinking of a million different ways to get me out of your hair," they made a point of dragging their right hand up his neck and tangling their fingers into the hair on his nape. Without even thinking, Rolan's hands moved from the countertop to hesitantly reach for their thighs. Fingers hovering, as if touching them in earnest would cause them to vanish.

"Don't you just wish there were some way you could… shut me up?" Clover's heavy gaze flitted between his eyes and his lips. Rolan swallowed a lump building in his throat, and (unsuccessfully) tried to will away the growing pressure in his pants.

"C-Clover, what are you-"

"Tell me something Rolan," they interrupted, using their free hand to remove the glasses from his face. Their noses brushed against each other as warm breath mixed in the air between them.

"Do you ever think of me when you cum?"

Rolan's entire body shuddered, from head to toe to the tip of his tail. His fingers clenched around their thighs as he pulled their bodies flush.

"I…" He choked, holding his breath for a second that felt like an eternity, before letting himself go.

"Yes," was all he managed to say in response. Spoken in a heavy breath - a whisper, a moan, a prayer. They were already so close, neither one knew who moved first. But as soon as the word left his throat, their lips crashed together in a frenzy.

There was no patience, it was not gentle. Clover fueled by liquid courage and Rolan fueled by sheer desire. Tongues tangled as shared saliva slowly dripped from the corners of their mouths. They kissed each other as much as they breathed each other in, only pulling apart once Rolan bit Clover's bottom lip. Tugging at it gently, just barely breaking skin with his sharp incisors. Chests heaving as they both took a moment to collect themselves. Rolan lifted a hand in the air, eyes lidded and unfocused. With a flick of his wrist, Clover could hear the doors to the Sundries closing and locking shut, as the lights inside dimmed to the gentle flicker of that magical blue/green glow of enchanted flames.

"Well, someone sure knows how to set the mood," Clover quipped, draping their arms around Rolan's neck and leaning back in for a kiss. Which he returned, deeply, but briefly, before breaking away from them again. Clover whimpered in disappointment, trying to pull him back towards them. But Rolan's hands reached up to their arms around him, stilling their movements for a moment.

"Clover…" he whispered, his voice deep and aching, "Why are you here?"

He looked confused, almost scared, his burning yellow eyes glowing in the dim lighting, unwilling to look at them. It hurt Clover enough to not laugh in response, but they never thought Rolan capable of being so dense.

"Is it… is it not obvious?" Their fingers played with his hair. Rolan scoffed, smiling weakly.

"It just feels, surreal. It feels like I'm dreaming…" Clover lowered their head to catch his gaze.

"Well, you're not," they said softly, "but let's pretend that you are. Let's pretend this is a dream," they nudged against his nose with their own, trying to catch his lips, "You're dreaming. And I'm here," they whispered, "What do you want to do with me?"

Something stirred in Rolan's chest. Without looking at them, he captured their lips again, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of their shirt. He began to lift the cloth upwards, but stilled himself, pulling his lips away just for a moment. Clover smiled, whispering approval to continue before catching his lips again. Rolan pulled their shirt up, the hem resting on his wrists as his thumbs traced the shape of their skin, cupping their breasts as he passed over them.

Clover stilled their kiss briefly to let out a moan, and Rolan took the opportunity to remove their shirt completely before returning his kisses to their lips, down their chin, down their neck. Clover's arms wrapped tightly around him, hands holding the back of his head as his tongue traced a wet line from their neck downwards. He explored their skin, finding the shallow dips between their collar bone, kissing down lower until his tongue and hands met their puckering nipples.

"Fuck, Rolan..." Clover moaned, gripping his head by his hair and pushing his face into their chest. Rolan responded in kind with a deep, purring moan. His lips fully encompassing their nipple while his tongue traced around it. Quick, frantic flicks of his tongue followed by desperate sucking left Clover's chest bruised and swollen. When Rolan lifted his head up for a breath, he kissed Clover once more, then returned his focus to their other breast, making sure he provided both with equal pleasure.

The sounds leaving Clover's mouth were bordering on sinful. They had their legs wrapped around Rolan's body, kicking their shoes off their feet and rocking themselves into him. They could feel their own arousal pooling between their legs. Their hips bucked aggressively as Rolan took the stiff bud on their chest between his teeth, and pulled. Clover threw their head back and whined in pleasure.

Rolan smiled, his hands leaving the curve under their breasts and traveling down the soft skin of their torso. He hooked his fingers under the fold of their waistband, tracing his sharp nails across their skin towards the center of their pants. He began to deftly untie the laces of their trousers. Clover unhooked their legs from behind his back so he could pull the rest of their clothes from their body.

Rolan ran his hands along Clover's thighs as he removed one pant leg after the other. Fully exposed, Rolan took a step back to appreciate the creature in front of him.

Clover's chest was heaving, their pale neck and chest marked red from all the kisses and bites Rolan left on their skin. Their legs were spread wide open for him, the folds of their cunt dripping and twitching in anticipation. They had one hand propping themselves up on the countertop, but the other was dancing across their skin, tracing the ghost of Rolan's own fingers in his absence. They shivered, the chill of their bare skin mixed with anticipation.

"I know you're enjoying yourself," Clover mumbled, breath heavy with lust, "but if you don't come back over here and touch me, I'll-"

Rolan nearly tripped over himself returning to their embrace. He grabbed behind their ear with one hand, pulling their hips into him with the other, kissing them so deeply Clover could feel him shaking against them, before pulling away from them abruptly.

"What are you limits?" He asked in haste. Clover's response was hazy and confused.

"My… what?"

"How far are you willing to go with me? Do we need a… a… a signal? A safeword? To tell me to stop, or…" His hand tightened against their waist.

Clover smiled. Even in a situation like this - sat here completely naked, their body visibly yearning for him - he was so nervous. So mindful. They reached their hands under his chin and kissed him softly.

"We can do whatever you want," they kissed him again, a gentle laugh escaping their lips before saying, "though I wouldn't mind being thoroughly ravaged by you."

Rolan let out a sharp, sudden laugh. Or perhaps a grunt, even. Something almost animal.

"Then I hope you'll allow me to indulge myself," he responded, before quickly dropping to his knees. Hooking his arms behind Clover's thighs, he pulled them to the very edge of the counter, letting their legs drape over his shoulders. A wild look flashed across his eyes before he began planting kisses along Clover's inner thighs. Kisses, and bites, not shying away from biting hard enough to draw blood between their legs. Clover gave a sharp inhale, causing Rolan to glance up at them, an unspoken question.

Clover ran their fingers through his hair, clenching their legs a touch tighter against his back, nodding for him to continue. He purred again, a sound Clover's core was beginning to respond to in kind, before biting their soft inner thigh once more, creeping closer to their center. They smiled and shuddered, letting their head lull back, "Do all tieflings purr like that?"

Rolan licked the blood from their thigh, kissing their skin ever inwards, "Only when we're excited," he responded, before sliding his thumbs up between the folds of their cunt, spreading them open for him. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of their desire, and ran his tongue up their dripping arousal. He sucked their clit into a kiss, rolling the sensitive nub against his tongue.

Clover's hand immediately went from a fistful of Rolan's hair straight to his horn, pulling him in closer, "My Gods, Rolan - Fuck!" They nearly screamed as his mouth explored them. Thighs gripped tightly against his head, their hips rocking with a sudden urgency. Rolan could hardly control himself as he moaned, and gasped, and devoured their cunt. The nectar dripping from their swollen lips worth more to him in this moment than air to breathe.

He slid his tongue inside of them, holding the lips of their pussy open between two fingers with his left hand, and carefully massaging their clit with his thumb. Rolan could feel the inner walls of Clover's sex trying desperately to clench around him as he ate them out, and lulled his eyes up to look into theirs.

Clover was putty under his touch. Their chest was heaving, sweat building on their brow. Their cheeks were flush, their eyes were watering. Seeing the way their body responded to him made Rolan's dick twitch painfully beneath the restraints of his pants.

He slid a hand around Clover's thigh. A feeble attempt to loosen the barbarian's grip, which they thankfully understood. Rolan leaned back a moment for a breath of air before standing tall and crashing their lips together, allowing Clover to taste their own sweet musk of arousal. They had draped their arms around Rolan's neck, while the wizard frantically attempted to remove his own garments. Clover caught on to his movements and began assisting in removing his shirt as he wrestled with his own trousers. Both parties having a difficult time as they refused to let go of each other's lips in the process.

"I hope - it's not - to forward," he said between kisses, "But I - I," he grabbed Clover's face and held them in a deep, steady kiss, before pulling them away, "I think if I - If I don't have sex with you this instant, I may - I may go mad."

He took Clover's hand and brought it down to his throbbing member, though he let them take their own time in touching him.

They looked into him, a coy smile and devilish gaze behind their eyes. They gingerly took the tiefling's erection in their hand, and Rolan's knees all but buckled in response. He had to grip onto the countertop to stop himself from collapsing. Clover laughed quietly under their breath, stroking his cock with increasing fervor.

Rolan kissed them again, quickly tracing his mouth from their lips to the crook of their neck. Clover wrapped their legs around the small of his back, guiding the tip of his dick towards their desperate heat. They rocked themselves against him, sliding the length of his shaft between their slick folds. They could feel his entire body tremble against them, hearing the sweetest whimpers escape him as his face remained buried in their shoulder.

Barely audible, he tilted his head toward their ear and weakly begged them, "Clover… please…"

They traced the end of his cock back to their pulsing entrance and rolled their hips against him, allowing the tip to gain entry. They could feel Rolan's breath catch. His hands found their way to Clover's hips once more, holding them steady at the edge of the counter as he slid his entire length inside them with ease. The complex curves and ridges of his infernal features could be felt within Clover's walls.

"Rolan…" His name fell from their lips in a desperate moan as the tip of his cock reached the deepest parts of them.

Rolan stilled once fully sheathed, Clover's cunt pulsing and throbbing against him in pure anticipation. They rolled their hips ever so slightly. Rolan cursed in response, his voice shaky and low.

He began to drag himself out of their pussy once more, almost reluctant to leave them, until just his tip was teasing the entrance of their hole.

Rolan slammed his cock into them, hands fixed upon their waist so firmly his nails were threatening to break skin. He gave Clover a few long, powerful thrusts like this. Dragging himself out nearly in full before burying himself within them.

Soon enough the long, drawn out strokes were replaced with closer, more frantic thrusts. Rolan's hips barely leaving the embrace of Clover's own as he humped them like an animal in heat.

Rolan lifted himself from the shallow curve where Clover's neck met their shoulder. He pressed his forehead to theirs, grunting hard as he fucked them. Clover's hand gripped the back of his neck as they held his wanton gaze.

"How long have you wanted this?" They asked, panting, their hold on his neck tightening, "How long have you wanted to fuck me like this?"

Rolan's pace picked up, keening under his partner's commanding presence.

"Since - Since Last Light," he stuttered between his heaving breaths and desperate thrusts, "S-Since you saved - saved them. Since you s-saved us. Since you - Ah - since you freed me of - of my tormentor - and made me Master of this Tower," his movements grew sporadic and urgent as he spoke.

Clover laughed as they moaned, "Oh fuck, Rolan, that's right. You're the Master of this Tower now," They gripped him by his hair and gently yanked his head back. The whimper that escaped Rolan's lips at their touch was pitiful. Clover began running kisses up and down his neck, before tracing their tongue below his ear.

"Fuck me, Master Rolan," the lust dripping from their voice was intoxicating. Rolan's hectic and rhythmless thrusting sped up, his moans entirely debauched. Clover could feel their cunt clenching around him as they inched towards their own release.

"Yes, Clover - Fuck!" Rolan moaned and whined as he felt them on the edge, "Take your Master's cock. Take me just - just like that," Clover's grip on his hair tightened as their mouth opened against his neck.

"Rolan!" They nearly wept as they came over his thrusting cock, juices spilling out of them with every shallow plunge.

"Gods, Clover, I'm - I," he could barely finish his attempted warning before Clover caught him completely by surprise, pushing him out of them and dropping onto their knees. They gripped his cock as the shaft pulsed beneath their touch, laying the head of him against their tongue. They stroked him frantically, his member still sticky and wet with their juices.

"Fuuuuck!" Rolan's hands fell to the counter as a powerful orgasm ran through him. His legs shook as thick lengths of cum released into Clover's mouth. Strings of his spend so long they reached across their cheeks and nose. Clover smiled as they rubbed him through his release, sucking on his head to milk every last drop of him.

Once the last of the aftershocks finished running through him, Rolan dropped to the floor to join his equally exhausted partner. Their backs resting against the counter shelves. Slick with sweat, heaving chests, swollen lips, both covered in marks from each others touch.

Clover leaned their head against the wizards shoulder. Rolan placed his head atop theirs, turning and planting a kiss in their hair. Clover ran their fingers on the floor absentmindedly. Rolan took notice, and slid his own hand across the floor a touch, gently nudging his sharp claws against the dwarf's rugged, calloused hands. They responded immediately, interlacing their fingers with his own.

They turned to look up at the man who had just well and truly fucked them near senselessness. They had never seen him so disheveled. His hair was loose and curling with is sweat. He was still panting, this likely being some of the hardest physical work a magic user like him has had to do in quite some time. Still naked, Clover took the time to examine the man's infernal features. The spikes and grooves on his chest and shoulders that so starkly contrasted their own soft and squishy stomach and thighs.

They took their free hand and ran it up his chest, tracing the bumps under his skin. Rolan jumped at the unexpected touch and looked down at his partner, equally debauched. He laughed as he attempted to wipe some of his now drying spend from their face, instead opting for a quick prestidigitation. Clover smiled.

"How are you feeling?" They asked. They weren't really sure what to say, now that the deed had been done. But they were here to help him relax, after all. They should at least find out if it worked.

"How am I feeling?" Rolan responded, almost in disbelief, "That's a rather loaded question, I mean... I still feel like I must be dreaming -"

"But you're not," Clover interrupted, planting a kiss on his shoulder.

"I… yes. Okay, yes, but I'm not," he sighed, resigning to the truth of the situation, "Then I feel like… I feel like I just, um…" He cleared his throat, "I feel as though I just bed the most beautiful creature in all the realms. Gods, in my place of business, no less. I hate to see the mess we've made in proper lighting," He trailed off into his thoughts, almost embarrassed by circumstances.

Clover climbed onto his lap, straddling him in an attempt to get his full focus, "Thank you ever so much for the very literal explanation of our current situation," they expressed with a playful mocking tone, their hands running up and down his arms, "But I do in fact mean how are you feeling, emotionally. Do you feel okay?"

Rolan sat still for a moment. As if he truly needed to consider whether or not he felt okay after all of this. Clover's heart was pounding, suddenly worried if this was a bad idea. That is until Rolan reached up for their face, pulling them in for a tender kiss. When he let them pull away, he held both their hands in his own.

"Clover, I feel incredible. And I feel… confused? But the incredible aspects outweigh the confusion. And perhaps we can discuss the confusion some other time, because right now, I… I'd really like to bask in the incredible."

Clover smiled, and nodded, leaning into Rolan's chest. He wrapped his arms around them, breathing deeply of their scent, committing it to memory. As exhaustion fully took its hold on them, they melted into each other's embrace.

The morning light crept through the stained glass dome of Sorcerous Sundries in a dance of rainbow prisms. The twinkling causing Rolan's dreary eyes to squint tight before slowly opening.

He was sat on the floor behind the Sundries front counter, still undressed, with an equally bare dwarf sleeping soundly against his chest. The memories of the night before washed over him. Clover's body flush against him, calling out his name as they came with him inside them. It all sent a renewed wave of arousal crashing through his body.

That is, until he heard a shout from the busy streets outside, and the reality of his current predicament crashed over him even harder.

"Oh Gods," he glanced around himself. Papers strewn across the floor. Various bobbles lay in disarray, likely dropped by the mage hand assistants last night once he lost concentration on the spell. Drops of his own errant spend now dry on the shelves. Stains of sweat and what other fluids he could only guess marking the floor beneath them. He palmed his face, rubbing his temple between his fingers before rousing his partner from his arms.

"Clover, get up," he started to lift himself from the floor as his companion groaned, "Get up, damn you! We fell asleep," he was whispering, as if someone outside might overhear them. Clover sat themselves upright, eyes still closed.

"Yeah… We fell asleep. People tend to do that when they're tired…" Clover mumbled.

"We fell asleep in the Sundries you idiot!" Rolan was trying to dress himself while cleaning up after last night's… experience, "We have to leave - No, you have to leave. I have to finish cleaning up before I open," his movements were frantic. Clover watched him dart around, still sat on the floor. He conjured a quick bust of himself - a modified version of mirror image, perhaps? - swearing as he attempted to fix his hair. Clover yawned, lazily picking up their own clothes and dressing themselves at a snails pace.

Still sat on the floor, Rolan found himself tripping over them as he aimlessly paced around the counters. Stacks of paperwork flew from his arms as he fell. Clover tried to reach out and break his fall, though it did little help.

"Bugger it all!" Rolan slammed a fist against the tiled floor, propping himself to his knees, "Could you PLEASE get up and either help me, or leave!" He shouted in Clover's direction.

They both froze, Rolan held his breath.

"Y'know…" Clover slowly stood up and walked over to the wizard kneeling on the floor. At this height, they were at eye level with each other, "Calling someone an idiot and demanding they leave the morning after you've fucked them silly? Not exactly the best impression one wants to make," they tried to joke, lifting a hand to his cheek. Rolan didn't comment, his gaze locked onto the floor.

Clover sighed, pulling his head to their chest as they held him. Their strong arms felt both soft and secure, the rhythm of their heartbeat providing a sense of grounding Rolan didn't even realize he so desperately needed. As Clover spoke, their voice reverberated against his cheek.

"I'm no mage, Rolan," they started, one hand gently stroking his head as they spoke, "I can't detect your thoughts, or calm your emotions with a spell. I can't compel you into a zone of truth and force you to be honest with me. But I can tell when someone is overworked, and overwhelmed," they squeezed his head tighter for a moment before releasing him and holding his face in their hands. He looked up at them, his eyes glossy with tears he refused to shed.

"You need a break, you stubborn jackass," Clover said with a smile, "There's nothing wrong with that. I think the city will survive if the Sundries is closed for a day or two. And if you're truly that worried I'm sure I could convince Gale to come visit and-"

"Absolutely not," Rolan interjected sternly, clearing his throat, "Forgive me, but that man has no idea how to speak to patrons without coming across as a pretentious, pompous, know-it-all."

"Oh, but you do?" Clover retorted with a grin. Rolan seemed shocked at first, then smiled back. Chuckling to himself, he reached up to hold Clover's hand, pulling it from his cheek and planting a deep kiss against their palm. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, still holding Clover's hand.

"I'll set up the portal upstairs to take you to the washroom of the tower. Let me finish with what I had started last night, then I'll come join you," Clover cocked an eyebrow.

"You'll come join me, eh? In the glorious, magical washroom of Ramazith's Tower?" They tried to tease him, but he simply turned to them with devious look in his eyes.

"Yes, I'll be joining you. After I finish cleaning up the mess you made," he leaned down to their ear, "Be grateful I'm not forcing you to help," he said sweetly, kissing their cheek. He raised his hand and flicked his wrist, the familiar sounds of a transportation portal wooshing to life on the floor above them, "Now, off with you. I don't need any more distractions, especially if you'd like me to get this finished quickly."

Clover smirked as they began to walk off, "Whatever you say, oh great Master Rolan," a shiver shot up his spine as they dragged out his title across their tongue. He tried to compose himself, but his tail flicked with excitement as the dwarf ascended the staircase.

"I'll be waiting."

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nickfowlerrr · 11 months

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such a tease

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. idk lol.

words: 1.4k

notes: trying to practice writing shorter fics so here’s a lil oneshot. enjoy!

thank you in advance for reading. feedback and comments are always welcome and so appreciated! 🩵

“Steve, this isn’t a joke. Where did you put it?”

You’re kneeling on the floor, peering under his bed as you continue your search. You hear his smug chuckle and your eyes narrow. You sit up and turn to look at him over your shoulder as he stands in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest... his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his shirt…

No. No distractions right now. You force your eyes up to his face as he smirks down at you.

“I told you, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit, Rogers,” you call him out as you stand up and stride over to him, jabbing him with a finger and doing your best to look intimidating but knowing full well you were failing as his smirk grew and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Look, you give it back now and I won’t breathe a word of this to Bucky. Scout's honor,” you say as you cross your fingers behind your back and hold up three on your other hand.

Steve laughs, genuinely laughs, and it confuses you for a second before he pushes off the doorframe, uncrossing his arms and turns you around.

Your face falls stoic as you’re met with your reflection in the mirror behind you. Steve’s hands are still on your arms as he presses closer against you, his lips right against your ear as he speaks through his never faltering smile, “You really need to work on being more perceptive, doll.”

“I’m plenty perceptive, pretty boy,” you reply haughtily as you push your hips back, your ass pressing against him. You watch as his jaw tightens and his hands squeeze you just a bit tighter, his eyes shutting as he wets his lip. You can’t help but smirk in turn at his reaction. “You have something of mine. And I want it back. So, either you give it to me or I’ll have Bucky get it back from you instead.”

“You keep saying that,” he laughs, “but I think I’m gonna call your bluff. I don’t think Bucky even knows about it. And I have a feeling you don’t want him to know, either,” he whispers against your ear as his broad hands fall to your waist.

You try to stifle your gasp as he pulls you back more firmly, holding you to him. You deflate just a bit as you realize he’s seen right through your lifeless “threats”.

"Steve," you whine, letting your head rest back on his chest as you pout up at him, placing your hands over his as he continues holding you. He meets your gaze and smiles down at you, bending to place a soft kiss on your lips. "Pleeease," you murmur against his lips, hoping he'll give in this time.

You really never know with Steve, some days all it takes is a bat of your lashes to get him to fold and other days he truly has the resolve of... well, him.

The nipping of his teeth on your lip as he pulls away lets you know the last thing on his mind is giving in.

"It's a surprise, Steve. Don't ruin it," you complain, turning to face him.

He tuts, apparently insulted at the insinuation. "Ye of such little faith," he admonishes. "If anything, I'm doing you a favor, sweetheart. Your hiding place isn't as secret as you'd like to think. It's in a much safer spot, now. Scout's honor," he smirks, coping your earlier actions. You roll your eyes at him before trying a new tactic.. You need the album before Bucky gets back, the rest of his belated birthday gift all wrapped and just waiting for the final addition.

"I get it," you nod in faux compassion, eyes gazing into his bright blue greens. "You're jealous," your voice is laced with pity as you bring a hand to his solid chest.

He grabs your hand roughly and tugs you, keeping you close against him.

"Maybe I am," he admits. "Why does Buck get all those pretty pictures and not me?"

"Because," you begin, walking into him as he allows you to lead him back, "they were his birthday present; special, just for him. With all the work we've been doing these past few months, things just got pushed back, took a while to get everything together," you shrug.

"And, there's no reason to be jealous, baby. You'll be getting your very own next month. Different pictures, of course. Special," you say as you lean up on your tip toes, your lips brushing against his, "just for you."

You can't help the giggle that escapes you as Steve grabs you and picks you up with no effort at all. You're on your back on his bed in the blink of an eye with Steve on top of you as he attacks you with kisses.

"Such a god damn tease, you know that?" he breaths heavily against your skin as he tugs down your bottoms, taking your panties with them.

"So I've been told," you smile as you lay back and shamelessly watch him undress before you. You pull your top off and don't wait for Steve to lower himself back down to you, instead sitting up on your haunches. Steve follows your lead and sits on the bed when he finishes undressing. You waste no time as you crawl onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Steve pulls you closer and crashes his lips to yours.

You can feel his cock hard against you and you smile into the kiss.

It's hot and heavy and you're nearly panting as you just enjoy the feeling of one another's bodies being so close, his lips so soft and pillowy against yours, you could just stay like this all night.

The loud clearing of someone's throat has you pulling away from Steve and turning to the open doorway.

"Hey, babe," you say breathlessly as Steve continues trailing his lips down your neck.

"What happened to waiting it out til I got home?" Bucky asks, playfully unimpressed as he strides into the room, already pulling off his jacket as he gets closer.

"He started it," you defend as Bucky stands before you, grabbing your chin before leaning down for a kiss of his own, then taking hold of Steve's and pulling him off you to take his lips in his own.

"Did he, now?" Buck asks as he keeps hold of Steve who smirks in response.

"You said you'd be an hour, you've been gone since twelve. You're welcome for waiting as long as we did."

"Yeah," Bucky scoffs before letting him go and pulling off his shirt. You watch him, always so awestruck by him - by both of them, honestly - as Steve nuzzles into your neck. His lips are pressed to your ear, and he whispers just loud enough for you to hear.

"It's in your closet."

"I looked there," you say confused.

"I was moving it around after you," he smirks boyishly, biting back a laugh.

"You're such an asshole," you smile, pushing him playfully as you climb off his lap and off the bed.

You slap Bucky's ass as you pass by him while he throws his discarded briefs into Steve's laundry basket, turning to you with blue eyes dark already, looking up and down your naked form, hunger clear on his face. You bite your lip as you eye him in return. "Be right back," you simper before turning and scurrying off to finish his gift basket.

Your heart feels like it could burst as you hear his and Steve's laughter mingle from the other room. You finally get your hands on the album you'd spent the last hour searching for and arrange it just right in the center of Bucky's gift basket. When it looks just right, you sneak it to Bucky's room and place it carefully on his still neatly made bed. You’ll make sure he sees it later.

You saunter back to Steve's and admire your men from the doorway. Their grunts and moans are intoxicating, and you feel yourself growing more and more hot and bothered the longer you watch. You whimper when Steve lets out a throaty groan as Bucky attacks his neck, his hand never stopping as he keeps pumping Steve’s hard length. You're practically salivating when Bucky's teasing voice breaks you from your trance.

"You just gonna stand there all pretty and dripping and watch or you gonna actually join us, sweetheart?"

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 4 months

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hi!!! the sunshine anon requester! it was really well written💗 i don’t think they were out of character at all!! i would really second part, but no pressure, thank you so much for doing my request!

they were really fun to read too i was smiling the whole time hehe

Sunshine part 2

Hua Cheng x M!reader x Xie Lian

Ty for so patient with me! Bare with me for this smut. I'm sorry 🙏. Still don't know how to write Rouye's name y'all.

NSFW!

Sunshine headcanons part one

Sunshine headcanons part three

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They like to bully you they can't help it when you strive to be so good for them, when in bed you become a babbling mess...

You don't know what started it, but it happened. It was supposed to be a domestic day spent at Paradise Manor, until it wasn't. You and Xie Lian were bustling in the kitchen, trying to make dinner. Well Xie Lian was trying to make dinner... You were just making sure it didn't give you guys food poison.

Dinner flowed peacefully, you three were able to eat without throwing up so congrats! Xie Lian wanted to clean up, Hua Cheng insisted a servant would do it but Xie Lian insisted on it. Leaving you with Hua Cheng, who went ahead and whisked you to the bedroom so you both could wait on Xie Lian.

You let your hair loose, you don't plan sleeping with it up after all. Then you're stripping out of your outer robes. Just a normal bed routine. Until you feel cold hands slide over your shoulders and start nudging away the rest of your robes too. " A-Cheng, just what do you think you're doing" you giggle and smile at him. You turn to face him and his comes up to hold your face.

"Helping you get ready for bed, what else?" The night was doomed after that. The two of you fall into bed easily, like the many times you have before. Hua Cheng is gentle at first. Just caressing and kissing, his breath tickles your neck causing you to giggle softly again. Then he gets rougher, letting his desire start to slip in. Hua Cheng starts to nip and bite at your neck. He laughs in your ear when you start to whine.

Hua Cheng sits between your legs, his lips move lower and he starts to attack at your chest. His teeth catch your chest and you tug at his hair in a 'hurry' gesture. "Since when were you so impatient?" He chuckles likely in your ear.

You huff softly, another whine. Hua Cheng is being slow this time. Usually he's faster, rougher, and quick to bully you. He comes up to kiss you. "I'm just feeling impatient tonight" you sigh against his lips, and he nips at yours. "Oh my, well who am I to keep you waiting" he hums.

He spreads your legs, and moves down in between them. You chew your lip when he starts to bite harshly on the inside of your thighs. Hua Cheng licks the mark after, a false apology. A blush covers your face when he starts peppering your thighs with kisses, then your hips, but not where you want him to be. "Baobei pleeease~" you whine, and tug softly at his hair again.

His eye flutters up to you when you call him so dearly, "So whiny in bed my dear." He's right but you know that he likes it, they both like hearing you whine in bed. He hums and finally goes where you want him to go. He kisses over your hardness, and licks softly at the tip. You lean back on the pillows and your hand finds its way to rest in his hair.

Suddenly he's taking your dick down his throat like it's nothing, without giving you a moment to adapt to the feeling he's bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. His efforts cause a delicious moan to rip from your mouth and to tug on his hair. Hua Cheng has always been good in bed, the better - or worse for you - part is that he can't breathe. Meaning there's no reason for him to pull away and take a break for breaths. Very often, he spends nights sucking the literal soul out of your dick.

It's hot and sounds messy, and it is messy. Especially with Hua Cheng slobbering over your dick like that. It's not long until your fingers fist in his hair, you back arches under him and you're cumming for the first time tonight. Hua Cheng has always bullied you, so he doesn't give you room for a breather. He continues his efforts on swallowing your cock, immediately pushing you into overstimulated tears.

It's not even the worst he's done, you're just that type of person in bed. Oddly quick, you get submissive and teary. Which makes it easy for Hua Cheng to get you to babble. He continues to rip moans out of you, and you're close to a second orgasm when Xie Lian walks in with a smile. As if it's normal to find your two lovers in bed like this. It is for him actually.

"I turn my back for a few minutes and look at what has happened" his soft laugh reaches your ears. You quickly reach your hand out to him and he sits at the top of the bed by your head. He runs his hands through your hair and peppers kisses across your face. You get distracted in his affection but just as quickly you're ripped out of it when Hua Cheng swallows around your dick and your cumming again. There's no mess, Hua Cheng loves the taste of you.

You're left gasping, and arching against the bed once again. Xie Lian only smiles and peppers kisses across your face but he isn't saying anything so Hua Cheng continues his ministrations without pause. You guess his hands got bored because you soon feel fingers prodding at your hole. A pause. He moves his mouth off your dick and you can finally breathe. "Gege can you hand me the oil, please?" Hua Cheng smiles innocently at Xie Lian as if he hasn't got you like this.

"Of course" Xie Lian is practically encouraging Hua Cheng when he passes him a small bottle of oil. He acts like your savior but that's only after he willingly watches you get pushed over the edge multiple times. You whine knocking your head back against his legs. "Traitor." He laughs softly and moves himself under you, so that your head rests on his thighs. He bends down and kisses you, and you whine into his mouth.

While you're distracted with that Hua Cheng puts oil on his fingers and prods at your hole again. He chuckles when your body shivers. He uses two fingers at the start, and has memorized where your prostate is so he's already bullying the sensitive spot. You gargle on a moan, against Xie Lian's lips. Overstimulated tears run down your cheeks and inevitably your body starts to squirm. Xie Lian moves back, unlike Hua Cheng you two need to breathe. He holds your hands though keeping your upper body still.

That does nothing for your clenching thighs around Hua Cheng's hand though. There's no room for him to focus on your dick too. "Darling open your legs for, San Lang" you're quick to listen and you try keeping your legs open. When Hua Cheng runs at your prostate again you can't stop them from clamping shut again. "I c-can't m'sorry, I'm trying" you cry and he kisses your forehead, shushing you. "It's okay I'll help you Baobei, I'll help" he purrs.

And Xie Lian, oh Xie Lian that traitor helps him out. You groan softly when you feel a familiar bandage wrapping around your thighs and forcibly spreading your legs apart. You gasp and shiver when Hua Cheng forces your cock down his throat again. You choke on another sob when he starts to suck your dick and bully your prostate at the same time. Your vision flashes white, when you're quickly brought to a third orgasm.

Your moaning is quieted down by Xie Lian's kisses. It's helpless however when it comes to Hua Cheng. A sob of overstimulation rips from your throat when Hua Cheng's fingers start rubbing faster against your prostate. You cry and whine, pitifully. You can't even close your poor legs, your thighs shiver under Rouye's soft silk. Hua Cheng always achieves his goal however and you start to babble. "A-Lian I can't- I can't" you whine against his lips, the pleasure making you dizzy. "It's too m-much"

Xie Lian hums and takes a minute to think, a minute Hua Cheng used to make you cum for a fourth time. The time intervals between your orgasms are getting shorter and shorter. Sad for you, good for Hua Cheng. "Poor y/n, San Lang you're bullying them too much, don't you hear?" He laughs softly, in fake sympathy. You garble a moan when Hua Cheng in fact does not look but continues to press and rub at your prostate like it's a damn fun button. This continues until Hua Cheng brings you to your fifth release.

You gurgle something unintelligible and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hands grip Xie Lian's robes while your body convulses for a short minute. When it finally washes over you, your body falls limp and pliant. You pant softly, tears stream down your cheeks while you babble about something incoherently.

Xie Lian leans over and he has to pull Hua Cheng by his hair to get him to stop devouring you. "San Lang, no more. He's all tuckered out, look at what you did" he reprimands San Lang but he knows damn well that Xie Lian enjoyed watching you come undone. He obeys though and moves out of between your legs. "Poor Baobei, I got carried away I suppose" he chuckled.

You feel the silk leave your thighs, and your legs fall against the bed. Now that you can breathe without Hua Cheng and Xie Lian stealing it from you, you can get your thoughts together. You don't quite recollect what happens after San Lang pulls away though. You feel someone cleaning you up. Then you somehow got in the middle of the bed. And now all three of you are under the covers. Xie Lian, Hua Cheng, and you tangled in limbs. Making today another good day

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I hope you enjoyed reading it because I enjoyed writing it! 🥰🖤 Tell me what y'all think!

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A Good Day for Death Christmas Special 2023

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Mouse Note: Happy Holidays! I hope you all have a great season and a good time with whoever you celebrate whatever with!

“Christmas?” Wednesday folded her arms. “It’s too sappy for me.”

“You said the same thing about Valentine’s Day, but you ended up having a good time!” said Enid, hands on her hips.

“I did not ‘have a good time,’ ” said Wednesday. “I was just forced into participation.”

“Tell that to the empty chocolate box that (Y/N) gave you,” said Enid.

“They happened to guess correctly that I liked bitter chocolate,” said Wednesday defiantly.

“And they happened to get back rose stems for their troubles?” remarked Enid pointedly.

“I don’t like being indebted to anyone,” said Wednesday.

Enid sighed. “God, we’re getting off topic. Listen, this is the last name for the Secret Santa we’re doing! You have to participate or someone doesn’t get a gift!”

“That’s their own fault,” said Wednesday. “Maybe they weren’t ‘good’ this year and didn’t earn anything. Isn’t that part of the Christmas tradition?”

“Please, Wednesday?” said Enid, pouting.

Wednesday shifted, slightly moved but not capitulating yet.

“Pleeease?” repeated Enid.

“No,” said Wednesday.

Enid huffed. “I didn’t want to do this, but I have to.” She unfolded the paper to reveal (Y/N)’s name on it. “You see? You got (Y/N) for Secret Santa.”

“I didn’t agree to anything,” said Wednesday, but her eyes remained on the name.

“Oh, yeah? Well, do you want (Y/N) to come to our party and not have anything?” Enid leaned forward and grinned. From the way Wednesday’s gaze hadn’t moved, Enid knew she had her right where she wanted. With (Y/N), you could get Wednesday to do anything. “Just think of how disappointed they’d be.”

Wednesday mentally ran through all of the spells and pranks she could use to make Enid’s life hell. “…Fine.” She wouldn’t let down (Y/N).

“Wednesday, you came!” said (Y/N), grinning. They had on a Nightmare Before Christmas sweater to get in the spirit of the holiday.

“Enid wore me down,” said Wednesday, holding the black gift bag with her present for (Y/N) tightly in her hands.

“Whatever it took to get you here, I’m just glad you came,” said (Y/N).

Wednesday felt the familiar poison entering her system and causing her to be tempted to smile. Hell, feelings were troublesome. “Right,” she said stiffly.

“Come on, I saved you a seat,” said (Y/N), gesturing for her to follow them to the couches where people were gathering to exchange gifts.

“I thought you didn’t know I was coming,” said Wednesday.

“I didn’t, but I made sure you had a place anyways,” said (Y/N) brightly.

Wednesday mentally cursed the poison as it further infected her heart. (Y/N) was way too kind, and Wednesday liked that they had made sure Wednesday would feel accepted way too much. In fact, Wednesday was touched that (Y/N) had thought of her. Her crush was getting out of hand.

“Thanks,” said Wednesday, sitting down and avoiding eye contact.

“No problem,” said (Y/N), smiling. They knew Wednesday meant what she said. The facial expression didn’t matter. They understood. (And Wednesday pretended that it wasn’t nice to have someone understand her so well).

“Alright, everyone here?” Enid looked around the circle. Wednesday, (Y/N), Xavier, Ajax, Yoko, Eugene and even Bianca (who had been as hesitant as Wednesday but ultimately sighed and joined the group) all sat on the couches and looked back at her. “Perfect!” She held up her gift, brightly wrapped in sparkly blue paper. “I’ll go first.” She held out her gift. “I got Eugene!”

The boy brightened and took the gift. Opening it, he smiled. “Honey jars!” They were empty jars with little bees drawn on them, very cute and appropriate for the beekeeper. “Thank you, Enid. Once the bees get back to producing, I’ll definitely use these.”

“No problem!” said Enid.

“I guess it’s now my turn,” said Eugene. He pushed up his glasses before handing his bag to Ajax. “I got you, Ajax.”

He smiled and took the gift. From within, he pulled out a new beanie decorated to look like scales. Ajax chuckled, and from under his current hat, his snakes hissed happily. “Thanks, Eugene.”

“You’re welcome,” said Eugene, glad that his present was well-received.

And so the gift-giving continued. Ajax gave a new pair of sunglasses to Yoko, and Yoko gave new makeup to Bianca. In turn, she gave Xavier new art supplies (and Xavier tried not to look sullen that Wednesday hadn’t gotten him. He really wanted to get a gift from her).

“I got you, Enid,” said Xavier, holding out a gift to her.

Enid eagerly opened it and smiled. “Nail polish! Thanks, I needed some more. I’ve been running out so quickly.” (Transforming meant that her claws sometimes messed up her nail polish, so she had to redo it a lot).

Xavier nodded. “No problem.”

“Well, I guess that leaves (Y/N) and Wednesday,” said Enid. She smiled. “Wow, they got each other! That’s so fun.”

Bianca looked around and rolled her eyes. It seemed she was the only one who recognized that Enid definitely organized it that way.

Xavier forced himself not to sulk that, once again, (Y/N) was getting a moment with Wednesday that he wanted to have. He still wasn’t fond of how much Wednesday seemed to not mind their presence and even sometimes prefer it (at least to his).

“I guess we did,” said (Y/N), smiling at Wednesday.

“Evidently,” said Wednesday. She held out her black-wrapped gift to (Y/N). “Here.”

(Y/N) opened it up and looked inside. “Aw, Wednesday, thanks!”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” said Wednesday, shaking off the flutter of her heart due to the damn infection she was dealing with.

“What is it?” said Enid eagerly.

(Y/N) lifted up a large black and white sweater that reminded the group of Wednesday’s.

“Wow, it looks so much like Wednesday’s,” observed Bianca.

“It was mine,” said Wednesday. Everyone turned and stared at her. None of them could believe that she was actually give something she owned to someone else. “(Y/N) liked it, and they wear more white with their black than I do.” She said it as if it was logical or stupid to think anything of it, but she knew she had given it because 1) (Y/N) clearly liked it, 2) they’d look good in it, and 3) yes, alright, Wednesday wanted (Y/N) to wear something of hers because that meant…something.

“Thank you, Wednesday, I love it,” said (Y/N), smiling at their crush and fighting not to turn pink. Effortlessly, they pulled off their Christmas sweater and put Wednesday’s sweater on over their tank-top.

Wednesday pretended she didn’t really like seeing them in her clothes. “You’re welcome.”

“And now you have to open mine!” said (Y/N), holding out their gift for Wednesday. It was wrapped in white but had a black bow just for Wednesday.

She nodded and opened the box. She lifted a book out of it and furrowed her brow. “This is mine.”

(Y/N) grinned. “I got your manuscript bound professionally!”

Wednesday ran her hand over the black-bound book with the white lettering and designs of spiders, snakes, and several detective tools across the cover. To see her story look like a book being sold everywhere was…nice. She didn’t mind admitting she liked it. “Thank you,” said Wednesday. She was surprised, once again, that (Y/N) guessed what she’d like. She should really stop being surprised. They knew her well.

“Of course, Wednesday,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Everyone was silent as they looked between (Y/N) and Wednesday. Enid moved it to give them a moment. “I’m going to start a movie. Come on, help me choose something!” she said, pulling the rest away.

(Y/N) and Wednesday were left alone.

“So, did you like Christmas? Or was it too cheery for you?” teased (Y/N).

“It was miserable to see everyone so cheerful,” said Wednesday. “So it was perfect.”

(Y/N) laughed. “I’m glad you had a good day, then.” They cocked their head as they gazed at Wednesday softly. “Merry Christmas, Wednesday.”

Wednesday looked back with more concealed gentleness. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

Okay, so maybe she was glad she came.

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Dilf! CEO! Toji x Secretary!reader

In which Toji decides to play with his new secretary.

Not proof read and kinda rushed at the end. But here… some smut for you thirsty bitches

MINORS DNI

The sun peeked through your door as you got ready to leave. A new city, a new job, and most importantly a fresh start for you. As you got in the car memories of your family, your friends, and your ex-husband flooded into your mind. The divorce was ugly. Your friends were his friends, and you felt so alone after. Maybe finally you would be able to put everything behind you.

As you entered the doors of your new job, a nice man greeted you and brought you to what would be your new office for the foreseeable future. Your office was surrounded by glass walls on all sides except the one that led into your boss's office. A placard next to the door read Toji Fushiguro.

You'd heard of him. Who hadn't? He was a tall dark handsome bachelor. Every girl and even the guys thought he was hot. Too bad he’s married with a kid.

You logged into your computer and started working on simple filing work for stacks of paper on your desk. However it didn’t take long before you were noticed by some of your co-workers. A young man strides into your office, and before a word could be spoken, he immediately starts flirting with you, using cheap tactics and gross humor. You weren’t the type to blow people off so you politely smiled and continued working while he spoke.

Lucky for you moments later, the door to your boss’s office swings open and Mr. Fushiguro himself walks out.

“You out. New secretary, my office. Now.”

You nervously got up and walked towards his office as he retreated into the dimly lit room. It was a simple but large office. There was a desk, a couch, and a few lamps. It wasn’t decorated, the only thing in the room was a small framed picture of a young boy on his desk.

“Sweetheart, you don’t seem like the type to be in an office job.”

The new nickname made your thighs clench. The dim lighting perfectly outlined his muscles and beautiful tones. You know it shouldn’t, he’s married for god's sake but it makes your panties dampen.

“Already dumbed out? I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Huh. Oh sorry, I got lost in thought I guess.”

Toji smirked. “Thinking about what?”

You swallowed thickly. He couldn’t know what you were thinking, right? You quickly made up a thought.

“Thinking about the responsibilities I’m going to have here.”

Toji's composure regained. He seemed to go stone cold again. You couldn’t tell if he believed you or not. But he seemed to drop the topic and start explaining what specifically your job entailed.

He rounded the desk to give you a better look at some paper files he wanted you to input. Before you knew it, his arm was wrapped around your waist and his face was an inch from yours.

“Another responsibility is giving me some… stress relief when I need it.”

You could feel his soft breath on your skin as his lips ghosted your neck. He was slow giving you a chance to push him off but when you didn’t he snaked his thigh up to your crotch and pushed against it. You couldn’t help but whine.

“What’s that princess? Use your words.”

You were starting to get desperate. It’d been forever since you’d been fucked, since long before the divorce. And even then your ex-husband never seemed to satisfy your needs.

“Pleeease.”

Toji tisked at you. Removing his leg, he guided you back around the desk and sat on his chair.

“Strip. Let me see you.”

Uncertain of your movements you slowly start taking off your clothes, starting with your blouse, then your skirt, then your bra and panties. You stood there for a minute under his unreadable eyes, which were scanning up and down your body.

Finally, he pulls his hard cock out of his pants. And starts to slowly stroke it.

“Come sit your pretty pussy on my cock.”

You walk over to him and lower yourself down. It was a stretch. Toji must’ve been twice the size of the last person to fuck you. But it felt so good. You could hear Toji’s quiet moans in your ear as you finally bottom out.

“It’s so tight. Relax.”

After a minute of sitting there you started to get impatient. He started working again, typing at his computer. That’s when an idea popped in your head.

Carefully, you positioned your arms on the rests and tried to lift yourself up. But Toji saw it coming and grabbed your hips and held you there.

“Girls who can’t use their words can’t cum.”

Your eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t be serious. How long would you be like this, wanting for pleasure.

“Please. I'll do anything…”

“As much as I admire your persistence, you are going to stay just like this. On my cock not moving till I decide when you go home.”

And Toji kept his word. The hours past by slowly and painfully. But no matter how much begging you did he didn’t let up. Eventually, you fell asleep on his shoulder.

You woke up on the couch, fully dressed as far as you could tell. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep or how long you’d been there but your work day was over.

You got up and opened the door to his office walking into yours. At your desk was Toji with a giant grin on his face.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes Mr. Fushiguro. I think I have.”

Suddenly you felt something wet go down your thighs as Toji stood up, panties in hand. Your eyes widened, he took them and came inside.

“I’d hurry home, wouldn’t want anyone to see that dripping down. They might start getting ideas.”

“Maybe next time, fill me up some more? Let them get ideas.”

“Come straight to my office tomorrow. No detours. Maybe I’ll let you cum.”

#jjk toji #toji imagine #toji smut #toji x you #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen toji #dilf toji #toji thirst #x reader #x you smut #reading #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #ceo!toji #smut #thirsty bitches #it’s not very good tho

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purrpletiger · 8 months

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FRESH DRAWING GUIDE:

Hello everybody, I've come to give you all this absurd reference guide for drawing Fresh. yep. I decided to spend hours slapping this together.

If I got anything wrong or should add anything PLEEEASE lemme know! All ideas welcome!

If you want to see my "research" on this character, let me know in the replies, because there's so much to talk about with him and I'd love to do a character analysis or two, I couldn't put much about his personality or source posts in this because it's just a drawing guide!

Link to all the full images

Transcript and close-ups of the text on the image: (May be in a strange order)

Fresh was created by @loverofpiggies (CQ)

Main Outfit:

YOLO sunglasses

Backwards propeller cap

Pink Polo shirt

Crayola Jacket

Gold Tooth

SWAG fannypack

Convertible Zip-off pants

White Heelie shoes

Pink socks

He has thick eyebrows to emote! (The eyebrows are usually depicted with black hair but one human design has eyebrows that match the pink hair color!)

The bag says SWAG on it

His glasses say YOLO by default, but the letters can magically change mid-scene...

this design for Fresh is Tall, we dunno how tall but taller than CQ's Sans characters (or just Geno since he's literally sans undertale with some added steps). But his height is just his host's height sooo it can vary.

those (cyan and yellow) shoe details are on the innerside but not outerside

HE HAS HEELIES!

Pink glove cuffs!

his skateboard is inconsistent dont worry about it

Glasses Off:

The host's soul shows up in their left eyesocket

- The soul tends to look unstable (cracks & a sortve stroboscopic effect.. i couldn't think of a better word.) but not in some cases...

It doesn't have to be a white upside-down heart, that's just a reference to an undertale monster soul.

He has a purple substance full of little RADs that emanate from his eyesockets (when his sunglasses are off)

"The soul in Fresh's eyes CAN be cracked. That soul isn't his. it belongs to his host. And.... after a while.... things go bad for the host, and he needs a new one." -CQ

(example of soul with unstable effect with no cracks) (example of soul with cracks but lacking the effect)

The purple aura(?) can glow and emanate from the eyes when his glasses are on too

i miss this one design specifically. the colors and the SK8 OR B SK8 shirt were peak

I miss the SWAG necklace...

Fresh leaves a rainbow cloud of smoke when he "poofs". Either teleporting him and his host body somewhere or leaving his host behind.

Human Designs:

Fresh can possess humans too.

They all look physically different because they're different people that he's possessing.

Fresh can possess pretty much any body, but I thought I'd show the varied examples of humans anyway

Don't forget the orange jacket flaps! or his hat propeller!

I dunno what's up with the multicolor tongue thing. I think it was extra parasites in the host's mouth? I feel like it was scrapped at some point... but I could be wrong

FURBIES!:

Oh yeah, he also does this: (no image for the bat tho)

"I mean when he fights he pulls Furbies out of his magical fanny pack. takes out a wiffle bat. and hits the furby at his enemies.

And then the furby explodes in a blaze of glory." -CQ

Despite using some furbies as explosives, he seems to 'care' about and treat these two like precious babies:

This one is potentially named McFreshby The Fresh Furbrah (Fresh is mentioned to have one named that, and this is the only other furby he's been depicted with)

It can also do THIS: (roll its eyes back into a spookier look)

This is DJ FurBs. that's all i know about him

The REAL Parasite:

Fresh is actually this little parasite controlling a host body. (if you didn't know that why are you reading this post rn!?! but nah I love new Fresh fans, welcome!)

The main parasite is this purple one with the eyemouth and four(?) tendrils, the other colored tentacles are prrrobably Fresh's offspring (freshmageddon moment?) (I'm not actually sure, I'm just pretty sure they're not part of the main parasite but are parasite tentacles)

You can also see Fresh's five or more purple tendrils here stretching out all over his host's body

All art from CrayonQueen/@loverofpiggies

Reference guide made by PurrpleParrasite/@purrpletiger

pls suggest changes or additions if u have ideas!

That's all!

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sholmeser · 15 days

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trucy kristoph dynamic had sooooo much potential like. pleeease. you were born bad, weren’t you? and i could tell, could see it in your eye. i knew all along, and daddy did too. it was strange to me how at the same time as that your words were so gentle, your hands. you don’t mean any of it. i think we both choose parts to play. masks to wear. you weren’t my dad, not by a long shot, but you bought me my first homecoming dress, drove me to the first day of seventh grade because daddy was too tired from holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. a modern atlas. daddy never liked you being alone with me. i could tell he got scared. when i left with you, he didn’t know what would happen. but you were scared, too, weren’t you? scared of not being good enough, of being exactly what everyone knew you really were. it’s hard, looking at people and seeing their hearts beating outside their chests. yours was rotten, but i think it had been that way for a long time. i didn’t grow up right, and i don’t think you did, either. sometimes it was nice to pretend i had a real family. sometimes it was nice to pretend you loved each other, that the only reason you clung together wasn’t because neither of you had anything else to prove to yourselves you had worth. sometimes it was nice to only look at the surface, to let my eyes gloss over, to see you the way others saw you. sometimes it was nice to pretend you cared about me, like you didn’t use me just like they all did. your hands were always so soft, after all. your cuticles so clean.

#dude whose entire personality is fake vs little girl who sees past everything. girl bye #trucy wright #kristoph gavin #krisnix #sorta..#ace attorney #myne

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kitasgloves · 5 months

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— ♬ N S F W

guardian angel! KITA SHINSUKE who was tasked to watch over a particularly cruel girl. He's watched over nasty people before and made sure they were safe so he assumes you won't be a problem. This might be the first time that he's wrong.

You were good at being bad was the easiest way he could put it. You loved to stir trouble and cause havoc. You lacked remorse upon doing unlawful actions and always avoided getting the consequences of your actions. Kita was beyond a human being but damn he could use an Advil and some vodka right now.

"What is she up to this time?"

Kita rubbed the bridge of his nose. His job was to look over you and not force you to convert into becoming a religious woman. However, he can't help but think that things would've been easier if you were a bit nicer.

You were smoking with your friends and laughing while Kita watched over you with a deadpan expression. One of your friends were high as a kite when they asked you a question.

"Do y'all think guardian angels exist?"

Kita couldn't help but be curious about what your answer will be. You laughed.

"What kind of stupid question is that?"

"Dunno, I mean you've been into a lot of shit but you're still in one piece"

Your friend made a fair point and it's all thanks to Kita that you're still in one piece. You may be bad but he'll be damned if he lets you get harmed.

"Nah, I'm just born lucky"

You cackled. Kita thinks you're ridiculous. He watches you until you get home safely. As you fell asleep under the covers, he flies down to your sleeping figure. As he silently mutters a prayer, he's startled but your wide pair of eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Kita just stays silent as you blink rapidly, taking in the heavenly features of Kita Shinsuke. His wings were glowing and golden, his face was beautiful and his sculpted body hidden under a white robe just made your clench your thighs.

This was bad, you weren't supposed to see him. You squint your eyes at him and pointed.

"Are you supposed to be my guardian angel?"

"Unfortunately, yes"

You hummed at his reply. You sit up and traced your finger on his jawline.

"Are you sure? You don't look like those biblically accurate angels"

"There are different kinds of angels"

"Yeah, but you look hot as a devil"

Kita gulped you pressed yourself against his body. He knows he shouldn't but something about your touch was intoxicating.

"How do I know if you're really an ange?"

"Are the wings not convincing enough?"

"You have to do better than that. C'mon, make me believe"

And made you believe he did because he just managed to make you cum more than five times with his fingers alone. Kita should be embarrassed with the way he's aroused by the sound your desperate moans, the way your eyes rolled back when he abuses your clit, the smell of your sweat mixing with your perfume, and the taste of your cum when he licks it off his fingers.

"More, I want more"

"Do ya think ya deserve it? For all I know you've been nothin' but a bad girl"

"No! M'not, I'm nice please, just want your cock"

You whimpered desperately and tugged at his robe. He wanted to do God's work by punishing you first and making you admit for your sins.

"You have to ask for forgiveness and promise to be a good girl"

"Pleeease! M'sorry! I'll be good!"

Kita slaps your pussy making you yelp and moan at the same time. You were full onsobbing and begging to get dicked down so bad by your guardian angel.

"How am I going to know you ain't lyin'?"

"I'll stop being a bad girl and-hiccup-pray every day and got church! Just please gimme your cock!"

Honestly, Kita couldn't care less if you went to church and become a devoted christian. Knowing he has power over you was enough to think he can keep you in line. When his enormous cock slaps your tummy, you looked at him, eyes wide and watery.

"Think ya can take me, angel?"

*runs away giggling*

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #kita x you #kita shinsuke x reader

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george-weasleys-girl · 4 months

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Ok I need warm hugs in front of fireplace, on the morning of christmas eve

with big molly sweaters and just our man wanting to be held like a sticky puppy

with fred weasley

❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Christmas Eve Morning

Fred had been sooo clingy all morning.

Following you around everywhere like a little lost puppy.

"C'mon baby," he begged. "Let’s go cuddle by the fire."

You really wanted to, but there was so much to do.

"Freddie, love, I need to help your mom in the kitchen."

"She's got Ginny and Hermione to help," he whined. "Come cuddle with me. Pleeease."

You couldn't resist his adorable, pouty face.

And he knew it.

"Ok," you said. "But only for a little while. I really should be helping Molly finish up the baking."

Fred grinned wide and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the living room.

He had hot cocoa, cookies, and two of Molly's warm, cozy sweaters waiting for the both of you.

After helping you into your sweater, he pulled you down into his arms.

"Much better," he mummered against your cheek.

You couldn't imagine a better way to spend Christmas Eve morning than curled up by the fire with the love of your life as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and fed you chocolate chip cookies.

"You're so cuddly today," you commented, smiling.

Fred shrugged. "In a few hours, everything's gonna get crazy around here. I just wanted to have some time with you all to myself."

"You are too sweet for words, my love," you smiled.

"What about kisses?" Fred teased. "I'm not too sweet for those, am I?"

"Let’s try and see." You gave him a small kiss. "I don't know, Freddie, that was pretty sweet."

"Oh?" Fred grinned. "What about this?"

He kissed you again. "Still sweet?"

"Afraid so," you said with mock seriousness.

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully. "I think we need a much bigger sample size."

Then he kissed you again.

And again.

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @anvaaryn @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @costheticbabe @thatonepersonwhocantwrite @charmedfandomgal @loveosewood @hanne-montana @rhunew @greenapplegrass @lizzytrees @spididerman

#fred weasley #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #hp fandom #hp universe

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