#not very happy with how all the coloring turned out but its gonna take some time before i get the hang of it

[be-good-to-bugs]

Local artist unable to draw anything but Hatsune Miku. More at 8.

#orbs art #hatsune miku #miku #vocaloid #digital art #firealpaca #trying out something new with coloring #not very happy with how all the coloring turned out but its gonna take some time before i get the hang of it #i still think this is notably better than my old style of coloring bc its far more interesting and not flat boring stuff #not including the last 2 drawing i posted bc thats not my usual coloring style #that was is a total mess but in a fun good way #god i cant belive the last 3 things ive drawn have been miku and im gotting started on another drawing that is also just another miku #i cant help it she is the best #i know how to draw her well enough that i feel free to just fuck around with her design a lot and its fantastic #fanart #meeks

[sordidmusings]

Switching Up Roles - Part 2/2 (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: gif relevant cuz this mf gets his hand privileges revoked 💀 I have finally finished it QuQ getting Buggy to admit his sub desires to you for anon is here! I really hope it is what you wanted and that you enjoy 🤍 there's lots of filth but there's also a lot of them being sweet dorks together and painfully in love because I couldn't help myself whoops

Word Count: ~8.5k

Warnings: feminine leaning afab!reader (no pronouns), NSFW my dude, very sub side of switch!Buggy, face sitting, oral (both receiving), light restraining, praise, degradation, edging, p in v, creampie, brat taming im p sure (Buggy doesn't mean to be a brat, petulance is just in his soul), takes a little to get to the sex but then it just keeps happening lol

Enjoy turning the clown into even more of a hot mess 🤡

Part 1

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Buggy is, for once, at the door to your shared room, kicking off his shoes for the night, right when the last colors of sunset begin to fade and no later. His hat is pulled off and thrown with little care for where it lands and his gloves are yanked off and flung away. He stomps over to where you sit on the bed with heavy feet, plops you fully onto the bed with a complaining grunt, and flops his full weight on top of you with spread limbs. You would be chastising him right now, but all the air left your lungs when he belly-flopped you into the mattress. A few forceful breaths re-inflate your lungs, but by the time you have your words prepared, Buggy is finished with his prolonged and dramatic sigh, and he greets you with a “heya, sweetcheeks” that barely makes it out of the comforter engulfing his face.

Gods, you love this silly little man.

“Hello, lovebug,” you reply with a fond giggle. “I’d ask how you’re doing but the dramatic entrance told me everything.”

Another complaining grunt is his response.

“Sounds about right. How about this?” You shimmy yourself a touch so you can fully move your arms and slither them under his coat. Your fingers touch his sides before sweeping in and trailing next to his spine all the way up his back. You dig them in just enough to create resistance then you drag them all the way back down to the small of his back. You feel his shiver in your own body and bask in his happy sigh. “How about you let me take care of you tonight? You really need to spend some time relaxing before your body falls to pieces that won’t listen to you anymore. I don’t wanna have to put you together like a figurine again; you don’t come with assembly instructions.”

Something that sounds like “needing a waxing” vibrates into the mattress.

“You’re gonna have to repeat that one, Bubs.”

With a huff to let you know what an absurd effort you’re making him go through, Buggy turns his head to lay with his mouth next to your ear. “I said ‘sleep is relaxing’, dumbass.”

You easily ignore his toothless insult. You begin massaging the muscles under your hands on his lower back to ease him up some more. “Well, yeah, and that’s why I want to help you sleep like the dead.”

Ever a man with his mind frolicking in the gutter, Buggy gets some new found pep. He breaks out the rough whisper he knows you love to say, “And how do you plan on doing that, sweet treat?”

You turn to him and inch in close enough to speak against his lips, “Why waste time telling you when I can show you?”

Buggy’s pressing his lips to yours before you finish the final word. The kiss is full of ease with its slow rhythm and syrupy movements. You pull back to tease his lips with a brush of your own and take a moment to savor breathing the same air. Buggy won’t let you stop for long; his impatience for your touch always becomes all consuming after he gets that first taste. He’s still gaining more energy back and using it to put more strength into his movements. He props himself up on one elbow and his opposite hand slides over to palm the base of your skull. His thumb brushes the sensitive skin behind one ear and his fingers easily reach to the other, leaving you completely at his control. He gently sucks your bottom lip before giving it a hungry nip, and it comes back to you that you’re supposed to be leading this night somewhere.

When you go to pull away, Buggy’s hand keeps you exactly where he wants you. He responds to your attempted escape by teasing his tongue between your lips. This man clearly knows how weak you are for him, because you couldn’t keep yourself from deepening the kiss if you tried. Why would you ever deny yourself these moments where you could taste each other’s want on the smooth slide of tingling tongues? Wait. No. Focus.

“C’mon, gorgeous,” he breathes out in response to another attempt to pull back, this one weaker. “Don’t you wanna be my good little slut?” You let out a high-pitched moan into his mouth at that, internally cursing him for being so hot. “I need my cock-hungry pretty baby to make me feel good. Didn’t you want to be my cocksleeve? My little toy to fuck whenever and however I want?”

Yes, yes you did. You loathe your past self for giving him that ammunition to use against you right now. Without meaning to, you spread your legs fully, making space for his hips to shimmy flush to your center. He rewards you with firm grinds of the thick bulge straining against his pants. His movements are unhurried, letting you focus on every moment and the way his cock drags on your heat, reminding you of every time it had you drunk on pleasure before. The promise it gives you is mouthwatering. You realize that you may have miscalculated. You had thought his brain would be too fried from the week to use your soft spots against you, but here he is, getting you wet and pliant with one deep kiss and some choice words. What a bastard.

You try pulling away again and are met with the same result. Fine then.

Buggy squawks and flinches back when you pinch his side. He splits at the waist to keep his lower half on you and floats his upper body out of your attack range. The look he gives you is absolutely seething, but you would not be moved. You remain unimpressed.

“I did pull back multiple times. What if I had to sneeze and you made me headbutt you?” you reason, knowing it was too obvious that you were enjoying yourself to pretend otherwise. The way your legs are still happily hooked around his hips would be all the argument he needs against you.

“You always do those little prep inhales and reel back like you’re getting an exorcism. Would’ve given me plenty of time to get out of the line of fire,” Buggy grouses, crossing his arms to give you his most petulant pout.

You make an exaggerated gasp and distort your voice to sound tearful when you say, “I thought you loved me for my dramatic sneezes! Have you been lying to me this whole time?”

“Every. single. day,” he deadpans.

“And here I was,” you begin, shoving his legs off and standing from the bed, “Ready to play doting housewife for you and undress you with kisses and massages and love!” You turn your back to him to really sell the soap opera scene. Using the word “love” may have been a little bit underhanded; you both have been skittering around saying your first “I love you”s, only daring to use the weighted word indirectly. Even so, it was always easy to see how hearing the word from your lips would make him forget everything else and seek another hit of it from you.

“Aw come on, baby,” he draws out, already switching from pouting brat to placating lover. “We can still do that right?”

There is a lot of frantic rustling behind you. You peek at him over your shoulder, only allowing yourself to turn enough to see him in the corner of your eye. He is popped back together and is sitting up on his knees. He had skooched himself to the edge of the bed right behind you, where he is now giving you his best puppy dog face. You’re able to hold out just long enough for him to start wondering if your anger was all play before you spin around and chirp, “Only if you make a deal with me!”

Buggy flings himself back out on the bed and groans, “Fiiiiiiiiine.”

“It’s one you’ll like, I promise,” you soothe. You ease Buggy to sit up at the edge of the bed, laughing at the way he’d sway too far into whichever direction you pulled him, staying just one step removed from going dead weight. Once he’s settled into his spot, you take a moment to examine him. It doesn’t go unnoticed to you that his back is hunched forward under the weight of his exhaustion. Though his eyes are playful, they also hold dark bags, which peek out around his makeup. Your heart aches for him. Even when he is overworked and needing sleep, he’s taking the time to goof around with you and listen to your requests. You’d make sure he had the best sleep of his life tonight. You’d get him all clean and cozy and ready for bed and then you’d make him cum so hard that his brain blue screens. Truly a proper recipe for a good night’s rest.

“How’d you take off your gloves at the door but not your coat?” you ask, pushing said coat off his strong shoulders. He helps you by pulling out his arms. While your eyes admire any new skin exposed to you, Buggy keeps his eyes on your face.

“Can’t feel you through the gloves,” he explains. Oh, wow, that’s actually really sweet- “You ever try to enjoy tits and ass through fabric? Doesn’t work as well.”

You puff out an exasperated laugh. Yep, there’s your Buggy.

Before you move on to take off his scarf, you brush your fingertips along his neck and jaw to enjoy the warmth of his skin and the scratch of his stubble. Once the cloth is gone, you begin using your lips instead. He reaches out to hold your hips in a practiced welcome when you settle into his lap. Anywhere your kissing moves, Buggy opens himself up to your touch. You nose his jaw up for his head to fall back and kiss your way along his pulse. Your hand comes up to support the other side of his neck, your thumb admiring the shape of his adams apple. Your other hand hooks into his shirt’s collar and pulls it aside for more access. By the time you follow his collarbone to his shoulder, your kisses are open-mouthed, sucking and licking at his skin. When you move back over to the base of his neck, you feel his throat bob from a heavy swallow then vibrate under your thumb with his pleased hum.

Eager kisses lead you up to his ear, which you greet with a nip. Pulling back, you blow cool air on him to light up the damp trail you left behind. While your lips explore him, his hands explore you. They had started at your hips and are now massaging indulgently at your chest. Like everything else, the motion is not rushed, which perfectly compliments the teasing way he thumbs your nipples through your shirt.

After a sweet kiss to his temple, you undo his bandana, exposing his beautiful blue hair. You guide his head down to rest against your sternum so you can more easily take out the pins and ties keeping his hair in place. Buggy hums in pleasure from the relief in his scalp once his waves of long hair all fall free. You help soothe it further by massaging your fingers from the nape of his neck, around to temples, up to crown, and back down again. You always love when you can play with his hair; it’s become covetously soft in your care and you’ve become addicted to the faint smell of shampoo topped with ocean spray that came from it. 

Buggy’s hands move from your chest so he can wrap you in a loose hug. He mindlessly massages your lower back and ass while you tend to him. The break from your kissing lets him regain enough thought to ask, “You gonna let me know about the terms I’ve agreed to or am I supposed to start guessing?”

You give him a sweet giggle and kiss the top of his head. While moving on to unclasp his many belts, you reply, “If you insist then I guess I’ll tell you.” Even his shirt has belts, what is this? Yeah, they look nice, but each one is one more step between you and getting him naked. “What you’re gonna do-” you don’t miss his shiver at the sternness in your tone “-is lay there and enjoy what I give you.” You soften up just a touch. “I’m here to make you feel better. I need you to trust that.”

“Of course I do,” he says, almost offended. He earns a kiss with the ease and earnestness of his response.

Finally, all the belts are undone and his shirt is opened. Buggy pops his arms off so you can easily push it off of him without the rest of his body moving an inch. He reassembles while your hands work on touching every new stretch of skin. You’d never tire of feeling his abs twitch under your touch or tracing the contours of his body. You get bolder, scratching pink lines through the light texture of his blue chest hair. It matches his stubble in a handsome blue, slightly darker than the hair on his head.

With a grip on his hair, you ease Buggy’s head off of your chest. He moans at the pull of it on his tender scalp and hopes you think it's from discomfort. The way you turn your hand so it pulls firmer, earning more sounds, lets him know he’s not fooling you. He finds that he doesn’t care when he sees the appraising look you’re giving him. 

Now that he’s sat up, you get back to work on marking him up. There’s a gentle, tingling scratch of hair against the skin of your face while you work him over. Buggy is slowly and surely falling apart between your dominating hand and worshiping lips. Where before he felt the need to muster the energy to meet you for pleasure, he is now surrendering to let you control when and how he feels it. He lets himself lean into your grip and keeps himself relaxed, only moving his hips in mindless grinds. Having this man offer you free access to himself is winding you up quickly. You needed to get this moving along. You could take all the time you wanted soon. After smearing a few more kisses across his chest, you get up to work on getting him out of his pants.

“Come on, Bugs, let’s get you out of the rest of those clothes,” you coo, moving back to stand in front of him. 

“You want me naked~” Buggy taunts in a singsong voice like a schoolyard bully, giving you the cheekiest grin. He holds out his arms (making grabby hands of course) for you to pull him up. With a sturdy heave, you get the sleepy clown back on his feet. 

“You’ve found me out,” you whisper in fake shame. “Whatever will I do?”

“Well, toots, you can buy my silence with kisses,” he offers.

After giving many quick kisses all over his face, many with exaggerated “mwah!”s to get more giggles out of him, you move on to his pants. Buggy stays quiet and pliant while you undid them and pull them down to his ankles, following them down to the floor. You are happy to see that familiar bulge more clearly while he’s just in his boxers. You kiss along his length through them, making it twitch eagerly. His hand comes to rest on your head, letting you know how much he wants you to stay there. You look up at him, making eye contact, before pulling back and pulling his boxers down to join his pants. You think it’s cute the way his breath still catches from seeing you like this. It’s also cute the way his hands move to your shoulders to help him balance while you take off his pants and boxers then pull each sock off of his feet.

Buggy settles himself to recline on the pillows at the head of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head. He eats up the way your eyes scrape over every inch of his spread out body. It isn’t lost on him the way your eyes always gravitate towards the prize laying heavy on his stomach, highlighted by a deep blue happy trail and trimmed curls. “Your turn, sweet cheeks,” he prompts.

“Not so fast,” you say, turning away from him and going to grab some items on the dresser. You turn back holding out a cloth and bowl of water to answer Buggy’s raised brow. He is not happy with your answer.

“Come ooooon,” he complains. “Aren’t you used to the makeup by now?”

“Yeah, I thought that was obvious,” you respond, gesturing to the marks he’s left on your face and chest. “But our skin will be happier without it and you’ll feel better sleeping clean and without a whole stage show’s paint on your pillow.”

“But I want you on me now,” he growls. Okay that greedy tone almost won you over, but you could use his weak spots too.

“I also..” you had wanted to only play shy but found that the feeling became genuine. “I also want to see you bare faced tonight.” Buggy narrows his eyes so you continue. “Don’t get me wrong, the makeup is sexy - like obviously, you’ve seen how I get - but you’re handsome without it too. And sometimes all I wanna see is you.”

He relents easily, trying to hide the blush that burns up his cheeks and down his neck. You reward him by making very quick progress of getting him fresh faced and cleaning the smears off of your own face and body, before moving onto your clothes. 

You’d like to say that you were sexy in the way that you stripped yourself, but the reality is that you were quick and unchoreographed in your rush to get back to Buggy. He’d never complain though; there’s already plenty of your mouth watering strip teases filed away in his mind. There was also a rush in knowing how quickly you want to touch him again. And in the way the rush has your tits and ass jiggling.

Buggy reaches out to welcome you back into his lap, but is blindsided when you move to grab and spread his ankles instead. The way you crawl in between his legs is slow and maddening. Where’s that impatience that had you tearing off your clothes? Buggy can’t lie, he does love the way you’re kissing up his legs and the way it lets him savor how your body moves and curves. His worn body and thumping heart are addicted to the way you’re touching him. The problem is that he’s having trouble thinking of anything beyond the way his cock throbs angrily at the lack of attention.

The whispers, nips, and kisses that you layer on his thighs stay just on the right side of ticklish. Buggy’s hands follow your movements, brushing into your hair and tugging gently whenever you find a particularly sensitive spot. You keep at it until his thighs are twitching and jumping to your touch and he’s lost control of the pace of his breath. It’s only then that you begin teasing his cock with soft lips and cold blown air. You mix in firm, sedate licks to keep hinting at the relief your mouth could bring.

Buggy detaches his hands and begins to trail them down your sides. He’s hoping that playing you with his fingers would urge you along. Beyond that, he needs to feel how slick and warm you are and get his mind ready for the feeling that would soon slide over his aching cock by sinking his fingers into your plush grip. You quickly stop his plot by plopping your hips flush to the bed so that he can get no further than groping your ass. 

“Ah ah ah, I didn’t say you could touch me yet,” you reprimand. Buggy whines back at you and you nip his upper inner thigh. “Hands,” you command, holding your own out. Even with his protests, he detaches his hands and floats them to your own. You link your fingers together with his then shove his hands down into the mattress, leaning your weight on them.

With him disarmed, you focus back to winding him up. Taking his head into your mouth, you begin swirling your tongue. Buggy manages to keep his hips from pushing more of him into you, but they shake with the effort. You turn your head to the side and begin massaging his head into the inside of your cheek, careful to keep your teeth off of him. He bites out curses and looks down at you to burn the image of your cheek bulging from his cock into his mind forever. He begins to let his hips lead the movements pressing out your cheek, so you pull him back out of your mouth.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Buggy pleads. He needs to keep feeling you or he’s sure he’ll go insane.

“I didn’t hear you say please,” you snark at him. He starts chanting the word for you in hopes to fix his mistake and earn your mouth back, but you’re already decided on the matter. Instead of sucking on him again, you simply nose around his hips and crotch to tease him, using what you could with your hands occupied restraining him. You found you enjoyed it; he smells strongly of clean skin and sex and the new method of touching him lets your brain notice new details to cherish. “It’s too late, silly clown,” you taunt.

When he can take no more, Buggy detaches an arm and bends it around the back of your neck. He pulls you into him by the crook of his elbow and growls out, “more”. You glare up at him before quickly taking him back into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat, grinding his head there while sucking harshly and gripping his balls.

Buggy yelps out an apology, the sensation way too much to process so suddenly. His arm flies back to him and you ease your grip on him. You soothe him with a few gentle bobs of your head before popping off and leaving a kiss to the soft skin on the underside of his cock. That sharp hit to his nerves chased by the tender touch fogs up his mind.

“I’ll do what you want, please tell me what you want,” he begs.

“What I want-” you’re crawling your way back up his body, “-is for you to be honest with me. Tell me what you’ve been hiding this whole time.”

Buggy’s face scrunches in genuine confusion. “I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“You sure?” you press. You lean towards his lips, which gently part in anticipation of a kiss. The moment before your lips brush, when you feel his stuttered breath, you change course and ghost your lips across his jaw to his ear. “But it would make me so  happy if you just told me,” you whisper. “You usually make me feel so good.” You can feel him listening intently. “You don’t want to be good for me?” He stills completely. “Don’t you want to be my good little toy?” His whole body shivers beneath you. You kiss and suck your way down his neck and he leans his head away to give you as much access as possible. “Just say it baby and I’ll make you feel good.”

If you weren’t so busy buried in his neck, you would see the breathtaking mix of apprehension and need flaring in his bright eyes while he debates how to answer you.

“I want you to use me. I-” he trails off and looks away, losing his nerve. 

You begin gently petting his hair and placing kisses on the side of his face. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” He looks back at you and his shining eyes and furrowed brow plead for the promise that you’re telling the truth. You give him a firm kiss on the lips, which he eagerly returns with a small suckle to your bottom lip. You pull back to check in, looking into his eyes, before encouraging him again. “Keep going, lovely. I wanna hear it.”

Buggy tenses once more before he seems to let his resistance break and fall out of every muscle, leaving him limp and prone amongst the pillows and sheets. “I want to be your toy - I want you to take charge and do what you want to me. I want.. I want to follow your orders.”

The kiss you gift him is ravenous, and he fills with relief. “You’re so good to me, baby,” you praise, and that relief triples.

You reassuringly squeeze his captive hands and lead your way back down his body with your lips. The transition helps relax him and loosens his mind again. As you get back to your sweet torture, he keeps reaching downward not remembering that his hands aren't there then whining when he doesn’t reach your head. You switch his hands to being clamped between your knees so you can scratch your nails down his thighs, using just enough pressure to leave long pink trails. Taking it further, you move your mouth away from his dick to work across his v-line. Buggy gets more fussy at the lack of attention on his cock, squirming and whimpering below you.

Mouth still busy on his soft skin, you use one hand to palm over his balls to the underside of his dick and curl your hand closed around him, one finger at a time. You angle his cock upright, enjoying the feeling of his precum beginning to trail down across your fingers. Your mouth changed course back closer to him, emptying his mind of any thoughts but “yes, yes, yes-”. He blanks out completely when your blazing hot tongue drags across his balls during a squeeze and a pump of his dick. The relief is short lived when your grip loosens and stills and your mouth leaves him completely. His head snaps down to see why you stopped and he sees that you’re already giving him a malicious smirk. Your eyes stay on his when you pucker your lips to blow on his aching tip. His head snaps back sharply, the movement exaggerated by his hair.

“You’re going so sloooow,” Buggy complains, frustrated. “I thought you were gonna take care of me.” He sounds impressively sulky.

“If you’re not happy with my services,” you start in a measured tone, moving forward until you are nose to nose, “then you can take care of yourself.” His face pales. You look down at his dick in your hand thoughtfully before saying, “Better yet I can just steal your cock and run off to the showers to take care of myself.”

“No!” Buggy wants it to come out like an order but it is definitely an anxious plea.

“Oh, so you’re telling me I can’t?” He shrinks even more under your glare, making you feel powerful.

“Just stay in here, pleeeease, need to see you feel good,” Buggy begs, voice small. “Don’t even need to cum, just need you.” 

You aren’t supposed to give in unless on your own time, but knowing that he’s only thinking of your pleasure is making you weak.

“I thought you wanted to be my good little toy and good toys don’t whine and make demands. They are happy with what they’re given if their owners give them anything at all.” He whimpers. “Right now you’re more of a fucking brat.”

“Noooooo,” his broken complaint sounded delicious, but the look on his face was nearing too close to real distress. 

“No?” You mock. You look down at him with a condescending pout. Your eyes bore into his, needing to notice every little detail of his next reaction. “Oh, baby, if you’re not a brat then you’re just a pussy-hungry slut.”

Buggy shuts his eyes and moans loudly at your words. The sound of his own voice calling you a cock-hungry slut many times over echoes from his memories. He didn’t think having his own insults turned on him would feel so invigorating. It’s clear to you that that is much more what he wants to be for you. Your slut; not your brat. How sweet. When all his layers are peeled back he only wants to please.

“That’s okay you sick little thing. You just can’t help it, can you?” He shakes his head with those gorgeous, shining eyes pleading at you. “If you’re so hungry, I guess I gotta feed you so you can shut. up.”

Before his mind even realizes that you began moving, you flip around and sit directly on his face. Your strong thighs are clamping his arms down to his sides, leaving his hands to be snatched up in your own again. You’ve positioned yourself so his mouth is at your clit and his nose is teasing your entrance. He gives a thick inhale and presses his tongue out to lap at you with a satisfied moan.

“Much better,” you groan, completely self-satisfied.

You waste no time before you begin rocking your hips. The room fills with the sloppy sounds of him licking and sucking at you, overly enthusiastic about having your pussy in his face.

“Now stick out that tongue for me,” you order, giving him his only warning before you drop much of your weight down to get the best pressure of his tongue, nose, and chin against you. The sensation has you clenching against the surface of his nose, getting it wet. You switch between a few long grinds from cupid’s bow to chin and making sharp circles of your clit on his tongue.

Buggy barely gets any time to fully breathe and he loves it. His head has become a murky swirl of your addicting taste and smell and the lovely sounds of you moaning for him. It sends pleasure prickling through him, making him burn with need, but he’s sure he’d stay on this painful precipice forever if it meant you kept using him to feel good. Buggy’s moans are becoming slurred whines as he gets drunk off your pussy. He was trying so hard to be perfect for you. He would stiffen his tongue to grind back into you or curl the end up for you to use on your clit. He’s ignoring his nerves at having his nose be an active participant, because he feels the way you follow its pressure. His hands are clamped on yours, floating in front of you to give you better leverage to move. He’s done good to not pull either of them away and give his leaking cock the relief it desperately needs. He deserves a reward.

You bring his hands in to place them on your breasts, where they need no direction to start working you. The warm, grounding pressure of them kneading your breasts is broken up by little circles, pinches, and pulls to your nipples that send tingles to your spine and straight down to your clit. Once they’re settled on you, you curl forward to place your head back in front of his red, twitching dick. You put your elbows down by Buggy’s sides and take advantage of the fact that he’s too lost between your legs to notice where you’ve put your face.

Buggy arches and yelps when you blow strong, cold air on his head and tease your fingertips along his Apollo's belt. His utter excitement at your attention shows in his bucking hips and pressing face. His whole body is buzzing with the thought, “I did good!”

“Your mouth is fucking good, perfect for an eager slut” you praise. Buggy keens loudly into you, sending strong vibrations through your pussy. “I’ll have to steal your head as my seat more often.” You flick your tongue on his frenulum, earning a strong twitch. “I’ll hunt you down any time I need to cum and force you down under me,” you promise in a husky voice. 

Finally, you slide him into your mouth and moan at the familiar taste and weight and heat. He’s as sensitive as you’ve ever seen him, hips and cock jerking. You tease a hand down to cup his balls and feel them pull tight while his dick starts a familiar pulse, his voice going wild in your ears. Oh?

“Not so fast, stupid doll,” you warn, moving your hand to make a tight ring around the base of his cock. “Thought you could just cum without getting me off first?”

Buggy tries to get out apologies but his mouth is too busy buried in your pussy.

“I’m touching you as a reward. Don’t get greedy,” you scold. Then you’re putting him back in your mouth and he’s sobbing under your cunt. You couldn’t do anything more than light sucking and trailing your hands on him before you’d have to pull back and keep him from cumming. Each time, he’d try to apologize and each time he would look and sound more and more pathetic. By the time you feel the pressure of your own orgasm pulsing throughout your hips, he’s shaking like a leaf.

The crackling complaint Buggy let out when you pulled yourself off of his face was heartbroken. His fingers slipped and pulled as they made their way from your breasts down to your hips, where they weakly tried to pull you back down on him.

“Shhh sweet boy,” you soothed, placing your hands reassuringly over his, “I’m just gonna use your cock now, gotta give that pretty face a break.”

That quickly distracts him from the loss of your touch, if his urgent pleas and raised hips are anything to go by. You get down to his hips and lean forward slightly, gripping firmly onto each of his warm thighs for stability. You admire the lines that twist over them as his muscles move and react to you. Feeling a little bit sadistic, you grip them hard enough to bruise and hover just close enough to his cock so that he feels the heat of you there but only the ghost of your touch.

“Please touch me,” he begs. “So close, need to feel you-”

Buggy continues to babble and you continue to hover, delighting in the way his dick would sometimes jump up to tap your entrance, electrifying both of you. He squirms under the strength and weight of your grasp on his thighs, trying to chase you with his hips. Suddenly, he splits his legs off above your grip and is finally able to grind fully into you, gliding smoothly through the thick mix of slick, spit, and precum between you. An absurdly hot groan rushes out of him, starting as all exhale before morphing into a loud tone supported by a rumble in his chest. Your mind blanks with your own gasping moan before you recenter yourself and let your dead weight drop on him, shoving his hips deeply down into the mattress.

You had angled your hips to save your clit from all pressure but the tap of his balls when they bounced up from the impact, but Buggy was given no such mercy. The first hit between your weight and the bed presses his cock near painfully between the two of you, but he can’t deny the way the feeling sent prickles across his every nerve and the relief after it let up has him baring his teeth in his bid to not cum. Instead of nice grinds, you simply oscillate your weight around your hips to keep giving him too much stimulation but not the right kind.

“Am I not doing good enough for you?” you ask, voice carrying a warning that he better answer properly.

“N-no I love it, I was just-”

“Just what?” you interrupt, hand moving from bruising his thigh to cup his balls, adding to the threat in your tone.

“Couldn’t think! S-sorry, I’m sorry -hhhanh- ” Buggy keeps his apologies streaming because he can’t stop disobeying you - he can’t help making tight little movements of his hips against you to feel more of you.

“Having trouble being the one fucked stupid, little whore?” you goad. “Don’t like being so pussy-whipped you can’t think like a person anymore?”

“I love it,” he moans, fiercer than you expected. “Need it -hahh- need you, I’m yours, need to be yours.”

Fuck, you need to get him inside you; you were too close to cumming empty from hearing him talk like that. You keep the hand on his balls, starting to fondle them, and use the other to line him up with your entrance. You can already feel bliss curling in your toes as his fat head presses at you, but Buggy does the last thing you expect - he pulls back.

“No!” his voice breaks and you whip around, scared that something was wrong. He’s staring at you with wide, wet eyes. “Turn around, please, please, wanna see you.” You relaxed knowing he wasn’t hurt or scared or uncomfortable. He begins to have trouble looking at you, turning his head away shyly and letting some of his hair sweep over to shield his face. “Want you to look at me.”

You’re getting whiplash after being thrown from panic to overwhelmed with affection so quickly. You move slowly and smoothly when you turn yourself around and slink your body down over him. You rest on your elbows and slowly lower your hips back down to him, this time grinding his head against your clit generously. Buggy’s head spins between the fire you’re tending in him and the loving way you hold his face and brush away his hair.

“You sure you can take it, honey?” you ask softly. “You can’t even look at me right now.”

“I can!” he asserts, needing to prove himself to you. He turns his face to yours and flicks his gaze to your eyes and away a few times before he’s able to lock eyes with you. You pet his face and continue your smooth grinding, taking the time to look at him like he wants you to. Buggy’s face is the most beautiful shade of pathetic you’d ever seen; shimmering tear tracks highlight skin that is pink and flushed and damp with sweat. The color of his cheeks brings out the ruby color of his nose and you can’t resist brushing your own nose against it. He tries to flinch back but you follow him. When he turns his face away, you lure him back to you with sweet kisses. When he faces you again, you intensify the stable grinding you’ve kept up to nudge him a little closer to the edge once again.

“So pretty,” you whisper, reverent and honest. Your eyes are looking right into his, seeing him in a way that has him feeling worshiped. Loving fingers map out the structure of his cheekbones and jaw, moving on to chart his lips. They kiss at your fingertips sweetly. “I have the prettiest toy on the seas. Better than any other treasure.”

He perks up at that, giving you a moan and bucking hips.

“You wanna be my treasure?” you ask, getting an immediate, breathy “yes” from him.

“Well I love every bit of my treasures, from their gems to their dents,” you tell him. “After they’ve caught my eye with their beauty, the only thing they need to do to stay my treasures is let me care for every piece of them.” You brush your noses together again, staring at him pointedly. “Can you do that for me?”

There’s real conflict in Buggy’s eyes and you slow your hips to let him think. After a few long breaths, his whole body tenses and he nudges his nose back into yours in a hesitant eskimo kiss.

You turn your head and crash your lips on his in a consuming kiss full of teeth and tongue and praises. You’re bursting with your pride and love from his show of trust and he’s lost in the flood of your acceptance. Your hips are insistent again and, without breaking the kiss, you reach down and, at last, guide his cock into you.

Buggy cranes his head back again, so you switch to sucking and biting his neck. You can’t taste or feel enough of him, he’s not close enough. Even when he’s deep enough to lick at your cervix you need more of him. Even though he’s wedged you open enough for you to feel the pressure of it in your hips. Even though he’s crammed between your legs, ringing in your ears, sinking under your nails, sitting on your tongue, filling your breath - none of it is enough, so you keep taking more from him.

Though his hands have found their way onto your hips countless times, this grip felt foreign. Normally they’d hold firm and sure and guide you to move just how he needs you to. Right now, his grip is somehow tighter even though it’s all pawing and clawing. He has no control on how you fuck him, he’s just desperately trying to hold on for the ride and grasp more you - he’d do absolutely anything if it meant he’d get a single bit closer to you - to knowing nothing in this world other than every inch, every sound, every feeling that you have to offer. And then he’d beg for even more.

“Talk to me, treasure, tell me how you feel,” you urge. 

“I -mngh!- I-I feel-” Buggy gasps out. It’s clear he’s trying to listen to you but that pretty little head of his is scrambled. He keeps his foggy eyes on you in an attempt to focus, despite how much they want to roll back behind fluttering lids. He pants and moans a few more times before licking his lips and trying again. “-’s good, so good, s-so -uungh- s’gooooood -hahh-”

“That’s my good man, my perfect treasure, my sweet love,” you coo somewhere between a whisper and a moan. The way he’s stretching you open, rubbing at you with his hot cockhead is fraying your control. The freedom to call him “love” sends flutters through your chest. Buggy is just as desperate for the claim, each time he hears the word a keening whine answers it.

“Please, please, need you to cum,” he pants. “Can’t -hhah- c-can’t-”

“You can and you will.” The command leaves no room for argument.

You’re getting so close, feeling the promise of your release in the tingle of your fingers, the heat searing through your trembling thighs, and the tight gripping in your body all the way from your throat to your pussy. The feelings pulse stronger with each clap of your hips to Buggy, each time his thick cock shoves you open and lights up every buzzing nerve that it rubs through your walls.

“Fuck, love, you can cum.” He feels your lips form the words against his racing pulse. It’s hard to keep track of what you’re saying through the white out in your head and the heat licking through your entire body.  Your words rush out desperately, trying to get your scattered thoughts to him through a heavy tongue and a lack of air. “You’re so, so good, feel so good, gonna cum so fucking hard, love it so much, fuck, love how you make me feel so good-”

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you-” he gasps out on loop as his hips stutter and his cock jumps, filling you up. His pathetic thanks and the feeling of him releasing into you send you over the edge and everything burns so good. Your body involuntarily bucks and trembles on him for a few seconds where you have no say. You find yourself caving into him under the weight of your clenching muscles. Every clench of your cunt around him feels long and gripping and lets your swollen walls feel him with a little more detail. You make small, slow circles of your hips to wring out his climax, which seems never ending. Rush after rush of hot cum fills you until it’s spilling back into his lap, but his hands still encourage your movements and his body still shakes and trembles and he still babbles praises into your shoulder. Even when the aftershocks are settling to fewer and further between, he lets out a pathetic whine any time you stop moving in an attempt to give him some respite. After indulging him in another minute of overstimulation, you slowly lift off of him, receiving an upset groan. You hush him with trailing hands and sweet kisses, which he happily returns.

When his breathing is finally steady, you take a moment to check him over. His face is so relaxed he actually looks knocked out, but he does hum in response to your light squeeze on his shoulder. Buggy’s lashes have always been beautiful, but they look especially nice sending shadows across his cheek bones. His hair is a wild mess around him, and it feels silky between your fingers when you detangle it. His broad chest is still moving a bit fast with his breath, but each rise is a bit larger and longer. You admire the way his breathing moves the red spots and pink streaks decorating him, especially enjoying their contrast to his blue chest hair. His throat bobbing on a heavy swallow points your attention back upwards, and you admire the way his dark stubble makes his jaw even sharper. A little higher, you notice how red and swollen his lips are and how shining tear tracks dry across his face. You’d never seen him so fucked out. It looks gorgeous on him.

Since Buggy is calm and settling, it’s time to get up and clean you both up a bit. This time he communicates his displeasure at your absence with a petulant grunt. You turn back with a raised brow to sass him but break out in laughter instead when you see he couldn't even muster the energy to turn his head toward you. You don’t think this man has even opened his eyes since before he came.

“Don’t worry, love, I’m just getting a towel to clean up.”

A begrudging grunt.

Good enough.

After quickly taking care of yourself, you reappear with a warm, damp towel. The moment Buggy feels your weight back on the bed, he musters all of his remaining strength and pulls you on top of him. You giggle while he grumbles something into your shoulder.

“One more time, Bugs.”

He sighs like you are the most unreasonable person he has ever met, and you laugh at the deja vu you’re feeling. His lips move up to your ear and you hum happily at the tingles his breath leaves behind. “You took too long.”

You roll your eyes. “Sorry, your highness. Just trying to make sure we don’t wake up sticky in a puddle. Now come on, it’s your turn.”

On the third attempt to pull back, he finally lets you go (with yet another grumble) and you set to work on wiping him down. You begin with his face, enjoying the hum he lets out at the light warmth in the soft cloth, and move down to his neck. You spend a little bit of extra time on his shoulders and chest, massaging between swipes of the towel. He obnoxiously flings each arm at you when you are ready for them, just to hear you laugh another time. He enjoys the emptiness of his head while you move to his calves and work your way up. On his thighs and stomach, you sprinkle sweet kisses that leave his heart feeling gooey. He falls in love with you all over again when you blow a raspberry on his side to rouse him once he gets too close to dozing off.

He thinks he is all out of aftershocks until he is savoring the last few when you finish cleaning him up. You leave a loving kiss on the sensitive skin just inside his hip bone, before standing up, again to a groan. Buggy was always touchy after sex (and honestly touchy in general; you’re surprised he doesn’t demand you to hold a detached hand at all hours) but this is something else. It has you thinking of how much you crave his affirming touch whenever he is pushy or rough with you during sex. You’re both lucky that you find his pouting endlessly endearing. Grabbing the blankets that had fallen from the foot of the bed, you finally make your way back to him.

“Took you long enough.” Buggy’s words are bratty, but his tone is sweet and starstruck. He’s making sure to enjoy the last bit of seeing you clearly before you turn off the light.

“Fine - next time I’ll throw you a towel and go find a clean hammock for myself,” you tease. “That should be much quicker.” You plop onto the bed next to Buggy, jostling him, and you fluff the blankets out over the two of you.

“Noooooooooo,” he whines. “You’d leave me to fend for myself like that? I’d die.” Even with the dark, the way you two move to intertwine is coordinated and sure, played out many times before.

“I’m pretty sure there’s cryptid in your bloodline; you should do just fine with survival,” you laugh, snuggling deeper into him. As always, a deep inhale of him (saltwater, spices, leather, smoke, musk) has you immersed in your safe space. “Aren’t you the self-proclaimed untamable man, oh great Captain Buggy?”

“I’ve been domesticated-” you guffaw “-and it’s all your fault so you need to take some responsibility for your actions.”

You settle your laughter and look to meet his gaze. By now your eyes have adjusted just enough for you to see the moonlight from the porthole reflecting in his eyes. The unguarded affection you spot in them stalls your breath.

“Okay.” The word promises much more than he had asked. The meaning seems to reach him, because he holds you just that much closer and plants a lingering kiss to the top of your head. 

The brushing of the waves on the thick wooden sides of the ship guides your breath to deepen. The creaking of wooden boards and distant thunking of feet on the deck comfort you with their familiarity. Buggy is just barely hanging onto consciousness, trying to keep his fingers tracing nonsense patterns on your skin. The last things your mind holds onto are the warmth seeping from Buggy’s body, the gentleness of those calloused fingertips, and the sleepy slur of his tender mumble.

“Goodnight, my brightest star.”

#buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #opla buggy #one piece #thirst hours #my writing #buggy smut #buggy x y/n #one piece smut #gn reader #afab reader #x reader

[neonpaperlanterns]

I not feeling very good today and i was wondering

Is it okay if i ask for a dogdagy x reader story where reader is sick and dogday tries his best to take care of them and make sure they recover quickly

Its short sorry about that ^^"

[A/n: I hope you feel better anon! And no need to apologize. I liked writing this one. It was nice to be sweet fora moment]

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Stay with me

You’ve survived a lot since coming back to the factory. Getting hunted down by the face of PlayTime Co. The twisted fractured mind of Mommy Long Legs. The train incident. Being thrown in a trash compactor. You’ve survived it all. So color yourself surprised that what has finally taken you down was a cold.

Not that you didn’t try and push through. You did, you really tired. But you were thwarted by your own body and the soft eyes of a certain Smiling Critter. 

“Hm, your fever is still really high.” The rough fur of DogDays hand brushed along your forehead. Even after all these years he still held the faint smell of vanilla. It made you sigh and relax into his palm. You could feel your eyes starting to droop.

“I’m gonna try and find some medicine. I’m sure there has to be something still in the school nurse's office.” as he went to pull away you couldn’t help the protest that fell from your mouth.

“Nooo.” Your voice comes out hoarse as you try to stifle a cough. “Don’t go.” mustering up the energy you wrap your arm around his. 

“It’s not safe to go out there.” DogDay gives you a look. How many times has he said that to you?

A lot.

But that isn’t the point.

“Please just stay with me?” Watching the fight melt right off DogDay’s face before it even fully formed made you laugh. Which immediately turned into a coughing fit. Hearing him sigh made the coughing worse, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that DogDay was settling back down next to you.

Curling up next to him you burrowed into his shoulder as his arms came to wrap around you. It was warm in the cocoon that he created. Maybe too warm but you didn’t care. You were happy, just like this.

“I’ll only stay for a little bit. I really need to find medicine for you.” You hummed, eyes drooping again

“I mean it.” You knew he didn’t, not with the way he nosed along the top of your head. Or the way he shuffled you further onto his chest. No, you knew that when you woke up he was going to be right here. Your ever present comfort inside these walls so full of decay.

#poppy playtime #dogday poppy playtime #reader insert #dogday x reader #sickfic #cuddling #short ficlet

[slutboybarbie]

Are you ever gonna write more about Chase Davenport? Its ok if you don't, I just love how you write for him <3

Hi sorry it took me so long !! Hopefully you like this one<3

Jealousy

Chase Davenport x Reader

18+

Warning/summary: dom chase, secret relationship, dumbification

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Having Chase as your boyfriend and dom was amazing. He took care of you, made sure you were always happy, always knew what you needed, and made sure you were okay with everything the two of you did together.

His only "problem"- it wasn't even a problem, you loved it about him- is that he gets jealous. Pure, unbridled anger that arose in his chest at the sight of what he thinks is you with another.

So you, a person with a very flirty personality, plus a whole house full of sexy ass heroes? Not ideal.

For Chase at least.

He'd insisted on keeping your relationship private, not wanting to put too much pressure on the two of you. Even with your sneaking around, some of the team already knew.

Leo, Bree, and Sebastian(who'd been staying with y'all for a while now) were bionic humans and downright nosey for gods sake, not too much got by them, and Adam, poor Adam, just needs to learn how to knock before entering a room.

They'd cornered him one morning in the kitchen, commenting on the fresh hickey you'd just planted on his neck the night before.

"Oh my- Chase Davenport, is that a hickey?", Leo said, hand on his chest and imitating a voice that sounded a lot like Tasha.

Chase froze for a sec, his cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink, before deciding to not respond, and keep on making his coffee.

"Jesus Christ, we're gonna have to start calling Y/N the human vacuum. Look at the size of that thing!", Bree had laughed out, causing the others to join in.

Chase froze for the second time that day, coffee mug still in hand and turned around to look at his friends like a deer caught in headlights, "You know?!"

They all just laughed more at his facial expression before he turned to Adam, "You. I knew you knew already. You told them?"

Adam's hands quickly came up in defense, "Don't look at me, I had no idea they knew."

Chase hated the fact that they knew because the once harmless flirting was now purposeful. You were unaware of the extra cheekiness but Chase definitely wasn't.

The way Leo would make sure to refer to you as "Doll" whenever speaking to you, causing you to giggle, the way Sebastian would sensually guide you through your training, a few more touches to the arms and hips than usual, Bree taking any chance she could to cuddle up with you in the common room, and Adam was unaware of the whole thing.

They loved seeing the interaction between the two of you as you tried to figure out what was wrong with your boyfriend, his jaw clenched and face a light red color.

Chase let it go, deciding that some flirting wasn't hurting anyone, and he knew it wasn't serious.

That didn't last long.

It happened at one of Davenport's parties. You'd only had two drinks but that's all you needed to gain some liquid courage, going out to the dance floor.

You were feeling a bit loose, dancing with your friends. When the song changed from up tempo, to something a bit more slow and sensual, so did your dancing.

You were currently in between Leo and Sebastian, neither of them touching you in respect for their friend and your boyfriend, but that was as clean as it got.

Chase watched from afar as you rolled your body in between the two men, as if you weren't taken. He knew he couldn't openly say anything, in fear of someone noticing.

But the more he watched, the less amount of fucks he gave. Setting his drink down from the bar, Chase rudely abandoned a one sided conversation some lady was having with him, lying to her when he said "I'll be right back."

He stormed onto the dance area, stepping in between you and his friends. Grabbing your arm he flashes Leo and Seb a fake smile, "Mind if I borrow Y/N real quick?", not even giving them a chance to respond, he drags you out of the room.

"Chase! What're you doing, I was having fun!", you stop in the middle of the hall, upset that he took you away.

The man in question allows you to stop, knowing he could just pull you along if he wanted to, but decided against it.

"I didn't know acting like a slut in public was considered 'fun' nowadays.", he says with a glare.

Fed up with his attitude, you respond, "Yeah well, things have changed. It's called the 21st century, gramps."

You're quickly pushed against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could come and see you. Chase separates your legs with his knee, placing it on your core, his hand finding it's place on your neck.

"Y'know, I was gonna wait until we got to the room to fuck some sense into you, but maybe I should just do it right here. I bet you'd like that. For everyone to be able to see how much a whore you are."

You whine at his words, trying to grind down onto his thigh.

"I fuckin' knew it.", he laughs darkly, releasing your neck and stepping away from you, causing you to stumble from the wall. "Too bad I don't like sharing."

He makes his way to the elevator, leaving you to mindlessly trail behind him like a very horny puppy.

You thought for sure he'd make a move on you in the elevator, the short amount of privacy enough time for him to have you up against a wall, wet and begging, but he did nothing.

The elevator door opened and you wordlessly followed him to his room, he allowed you to walk in first, not even attempting to swat at your ass like he usually does.

Walking into the room, you turn when you hear the door close, fearful of your boyfriends sudden quietness. "Baby-"

"Quiet.", he cuts you off.

"But-"

"Sweetheart if I have to repeat myself, the night will be much worse for you than I already have planned."

His low tone and threatening words convince you to obey him, watching as he stops at your dresser, loosening his tie.

You have no choice but to stand there as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly, practically teasing you. His toned abs peek through and you feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight. Chase looks up and a dark chuckle escapes his mouth at the look on your face.

"See something you like?"

It's a rhetorical question because he knows how much you love his body, and he knows it's killing you to not touch him right now.

He strips down to his boxers, the room completely silent except for the pounding of your heartbeat. Chase walks over to the bed, getting himself comfortable with his hands behind his head, propping him up.

"Your turn." He tells you.

You quickly began to undress, and Chase tsks, "Slower. I want a show."

Obeying him you start to go a bit slower, feeling small under his intense stare.

Once you're completely stripped, he signals for you to come to him on the bed.

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"Cmon baby, don't go dumb on me just yet."

Chase's request falls on deaf ears with you too focused on your impending orgasm. You'd lost count of how many you'd given him tonight, your brain too clouded to keep count of anything at the moment.

"Ohh, you're already there hm?"

Your partner uses his big hands, cradling your neck and face to get your attention on him. His hips continue to slap into yours, jolting you with every thrust.

He has your feet by your ears, body pressed to yours so closely that it's nearly intoxicating.

"Just can't help yourself, can you?", Chase taunted. He ghosts his lips over yours, teasing you even further.

You mumble out a "please" when he does it again, and Chase gives in.

He applies more pressure to your throat when he deepens the kiss, causing you to clench around him. He moans into your mouth, a whimper-like groan escaping him.

"You're mine, y'know that?" He asks and you nod.

“Yeah? But you don’t act like it.” Chase says bitterly

He’s referring to your little dance and you can tell just how mad it made him with the way his thrusts pick up.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” You plead with him.

“Aww now that’s sweet.” He chuckles out.

“I am!” You insure. “But, I can’t cum again. I just can’t.” You knew your safe words. If you truly wanted him to stop, he would.

“Maybe if you were good, I’d be more sympathetic but since you weren’t, I’m not stopping.”

#chase davenport x reader #chase davenport smut #mad chase davenport #chase davenport imagines #chase davenport fanfiction #chase davenport #lab rats elite force fanfiction #lab rats elite force #lab rats fanfiction #lab rats #lab rats smut #dom chase davenport #dom chase

[ghostofthemost141]

Essence

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,264

Themes: Fluff, Comfort, Suggestive Themes and talk so !18+!

About: After Simon comes home from a rough mission, you decide to pamper him.

Notes: I feel like Ghost would be vulnerable to his partner after they have been together for a long time because mans has a lot of pent up trauma and emotions he needs to let out. Name for you here is Sage. And I am sorry if this feels rushed, I just have been busy and wanted to get this out. Enjoyy!!

“Si..” 

I almost didn’t see him walking through the front door as I was in the kitchen. His shoulders were flat and his movements were slow and monotone. 

“Sage..” Simon softly said as I placed my hands on his chest. 

“Love, take all this off of you.” I suggest, messing with the clips of his tactical vest. 

“Hm.” Simon mumbled as he let me unclip his vest and pull them off of his chest. 

“I’ll take it.” Simon said. 

I nodded as I handed him the vest and he went and put it in the garage. I just hope he is up for some warm homemade soup that I made. Tomato soup with some grilled cheese. It was a rainy, cold day so soup was a good call. Simon likes my cooking, I just hope he is alright with it. Simon came back in, all of his gear gone from his body. 

“There’s my racoon.” I joke, referring to the black paint that was still around his face. 

“Oh shite.” Simon chuckled. 

“I made some homemade tomato soup and I can make grilled cheese if you want.” I told him as I followed him into the bathroom. 

“That sounds lovely. I’ll take a grilled cheese, if you don’t mind.” 

Simon turned the sink on to carefully wipe the face paint off so as to not stain the white sink we have. I leaned in and kissed his cheek, quickly but passionately. 

“Of course I don’t mind, Si.” I reassure him. 

His doe brown eyes stared into mine, but I could tell he was tired. Very tired, but he was happy to be home. 

“I’ll give you a minute and go make your grilled cheese.” I announce. 

“Thanks, Sage.” Simon thanked me. 

I smiled at him as I turned, left the bathroom and went into the kitchen. Even though I am always happy for Simon to be back home, I always give him a minute or so to be alone so he can wind down and decompress and become Simon Riley again and not Ghost, even though that mask of his looks so damn sexy on him. Both the skull mask and the balaclava skull mask. I smeared some butter on both inside and outside the bread, put a slice of cheddar, muenster, and american cheese into the bread, put it together and put it face down onto the hot pan on the stove. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands behind me, but I didn’t fret. 

“Simon, you scared me.” I half joked, “your alias name is true to its name.” 

Simon chuckled, leaning his face into my neck, placing a kiss on it. Although I love Simon, he was being overly affectionate this time. I wonder if something happened while he was deployed. I felt his hands land on my hips, massaging them. He always knew what spots to get with me. I flipped his grilled cheese, a perfect golden brown color being revealed. 

“Just how I like ‘em.” Simon said, feeling his hands sink lower. 

I pretended to not notice what he was doing, but I was secretly enjoying it. Simon’s hands then went down to my ass, his big hands cupping each cheek. 

“Simon Riley!” I jokingly disciplined him. 

“Wha’, my love?” 

“You’re gonna make me burn your grilled cheese.” 

Simon just chuckled, kissing my neck passionately. 

“I missed ya.” 

“I missed you too, Simon.” 

Simon moved his hands around my waist, brought me close to his chest, and he leaned his head onto my neck, just holding me. Simon's grilled cheese was done and I took it off the pan and onto a plate. Simon remained silent but it was normal once he got the ‘I missed you so much’ hug and kiss out of the way when he first got home. I like to think it's his brain trying to decompress from being out in the field and remind himself that he is home now. Simon and I sat at the dining table, eating in silence. I wanted to converse with him, but I also wanted to give him as much space as he wanted before overwhelming him. I noticed then that Simon had finished his bowl of soup and his entire sandwich. 

“Did you like it?” 

“I did. It was the best bloody fucking thing I had in a long time.” Simon commented, making me chuckle. 

“Do you want some more? I made plenty.” I offered. 

Simon went silent, eyeing the big pot of soup that sat on the warm burner on the stove. He shook his head. 

“Are you sure?” 

Simon nodded again, without speaking. 

“Is everything alright, love?” I ask, reaching for Simon's hand and holding it. 

Simon held back softly and gently as if he was afraid I would crack easily like glass. 

“Yes.” 

Just by his plain response, I could tell he had a rough mission, whatever it was that he did. He tells me some but I don't want to know a whole lot unless he wants me to know. Simon silently got up with his dishes and went and put them on the sink, washing them. 

“Love, go sit down and relax.” I half joked, approaching him. 

Simon didn't say anything. He just kept washing his dish. 

“Simon.” I called him. 

Finally he stopped, turned and looked at me. I was about to demand to talk to him, but his doe eyes stopped me in my tracks. They pierced mine, as if he was trying to non verbally tell me something. His shoulders were down and his body was limp. Relaxed. 

“Let's go freshen up in the bath. Hm?” I suggested. 

Simon did a half smile. 

“Okay.” 

I cleaned up the soup mess quickly and then led Simon to our master bathroom. I held his hand the whole time and I could feel his body relaxed but tense at the same time. I knew asking him about what's wrong would be useless. He will tell me when he wants to. 

“Bath or shower?” 

“You pick, Sage.” 

I wanted to dedicate this to him and him only, even if he thinks he doesn't deserve it. I walked over to the faucets and turned them on, making sure the water was at a good temperature. Once it was at a good hot temperature, I pulled the drain plug up to clog the hole. 

“Oh.” I mumbled as I turned around to see Simon undressing himself. 

“Wha'?” 

“Oh nothing.” I smirked as I walked up to him. 

I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his rough but soft skin. Simon didn't bore a six pack but he was definitely muscular in the arms and upper chest. He was good looking to me no matter what but his chest has to come to be my favorite pillow. He had a few scars on his chest due to his years in the Task Force but I think they make him more attractive and they each tell a story that he has already told me. 

“You're so pretty.” I mumbled, rubbing my hands up and down his chest. 

“I'd like to think that you're prettier than me.” 

“Stop it, Simon. You're beautiful.” 

I planted a small kiss on his shoulder, hearing a soft rumble come from him. I turned back around to find the tub was full so I went and turned the faucets off. I stood there and waited for Simon, who was left in his boxers. 

“You gettin’ in?” 

“You first. I want to pamper you.” 

Simon was a little surprised by my response but obliged. He then pulled his boxers off of his body, and slowly stepped into the bath, wincing in the process. 

“You okay?” I got close to the tub. 

“Y-Yea’. Just bloody fucking sore.” 

“I'm sorry.” 

“Not your fault, love.” Simon said. 

“Where are you sore at?” 

“Me back.” 

I immediately went through the bathroom cabinets and drawers, eventually finding what I wanted. Massage oil. 

“I got you, Si.” I say. 

Simon eyed the massage oil and then back to me. 

“Please.” 

Simon grumbled as he leaned forward, giving his back full access to me. I put some oil onto my hand and rubbed it onto his upper back. 

“Hmhm. Fuck.” Simon grumbled. 

“Is that it?” 

I immediately felt stupid asking that. No, Sage, that can't be where it hurts the most if he curses in pain. 

“Yes. Right ‘here.” 

I don't know how Simon tolerates me with some of the stupid shit I say but he does. And to this day he still loves me. Hearing confirmation from Simon, I started rubbing the oil more onto his back and dug my fingers into his back harshly but gently at the same time. Simon groaned in pain every time I moved my fingers and I felt bad but I know it's needed and he will feel better once I get done. My fingers were absolutely slick with the massage oil as I was pressing and moving my fingers into the middle upper part of his back, close to his spine as that's where most of his pain resided. 

“Oh fuck, love.” 

Did..Did he just? What he said immediately went straight to my stomach, my face burning red and warm. I know he did it out of pain and relief from his back, but my God did he have to say it like that? 

“You okay, Simon?” I ask, trying to forget what he said. 

Simon sighed deeply as he leaned back, his head resting in between my legs. He opened his eyes and stared upright at me. 

“I am now.” 

I giggled, moving little strands of his blonde hair out of his face. 

“Did that help any?”

“Yes. Thank you, Sage.” Simon thanked me. 

I leaned down and planted a kiss on Simon's lips. Suddenly feeling his teeth nibbling on my lips. I pulled back to see Simon with a shit eating grin. 

“Maybe later~” I say with a smirk. 

“You tease..” Simon mumbled, raising his head up and facing forward. 

“Now,” I started as I washed the massage oil off of my hands and reached for his shampoo, “tell me how your operation went.” 

I could hear Simon sigh, but he should know me by this point. I always want to know how his missions went, even if he can't tell me much about them. He remained silent as I squirted some of his shampoo into my hand, rubbed my hands together and began lathering the soap into his hair. 

“It was..a mission ‘lright.” Simon mumbled out as I got down to his scalp. 

“How so?” 

Come on Si. 

“Well, we had to rescue some hostages.” Simon started. 

I squirted some more shampoo into my hands due to Simon's thick ass hair. 

“Oh shit, how did that go?” 

Simon was silent once again as I finished washing his hair. I have always wanted to call him Goldie Locks but I'm afraid he would kill me for that. Still going on without saying anything, I rinsed my hands in the bath water. 

“I need to rinse your hair, Si.” I told him. 

Simon scooted forward as I sank down and silently cursed at myself, being forgetful of the fact that I was still wearing jeans as I sat down into the bath. Oh well, you're lucky you're worth it Simon. Simon leaned all the way back till his face was above the water still. He remained in strong eye contact as I rinsed the soap out of his hair. His eyes were a gorgeous brown, I could get lost in them. 

“Done.” I announced and Simon rose up, his back facing me. 

I sat on my knees and grabbed some of his body soap. 

“The mission went good. All of the hostages were saved and unharmed. But..” 

“Hm?” I say as I started to lather his body in soap. 

I could hear him wince a little bit, but not as bad as he did earlier. 

“There..there was a kid.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Youn’ kid. Couldn’t have been older than five. When Johnny and I were trying to calm down the hostages, the kid kept latching to me. Even though I had a skull mask on, the bloody kid wouldn’t let go ‘f me. Even when he got reunited with his mum, the kid wouldn’t let go of me.” Simon explained as I finished bathing his body. 

I felt my heart race a little bit as Simon told me all of that. We never really discussed having kids. The conversation has certainly came up before though and Simon was iffy about them. But the fact that most normal people are terrified of him, rightfully so, but a young kid latched onto Simon during a scary moment in their life warmed my heart. 

“He knew you were a good and kind soul during that scary moment.” I say, rinsing his body off. 

“Yeah,” Simon chuckled, “cause upon my appearance you’d think I would be a good and kind soul.”

“You are to me.” 

Simon sighed deeply, not out of annoyance but more as he was processing what happened. 

“You’re a good man, Simon.” 

I leaned my head onto his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him. Simon held my hands, just embracing into my touch. I kissed his shoulder, as a gentle reminder that I was here for him and always would be. No matter what happens with him or what becomes of the both of us, I would always be here for him. Simon Riley. Simon. Riley. 

“Thank you, love.” 

END

#simon ghost riley #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #callofduty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod modern warfare #call of duty #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #ghostofthemost141 #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you

[mediadeepdive]

This is gonna be a long read but have you ever noticed how some of the human characters and background demons look either plain or like they don’t belong in the same show? Okay hear me out, because i know the critical community sometimes praises the designs obviously not done by viv. And i wouldn’t be surprised if they look a bit plain to give the animators that deal with viv’s wrist suicide designs a break. But it’s a really subtle way of showing just how bad of a director and artist viv actually is. When you try to replicate her style without all the details, it looks really boring because she only has three body types, and two eye types. It’s also a bit off putting because why are some demons like the main ones sharp, monstrous and detailed, but others look generic. Plus with the humans, some of them don’t look like they’d become demons if they died, their silhouettes aren’t very similar, which makes stolas human look even weirder when his proportions aren’t seen in the humans.

This might seem nitpicky, but even basic shows have background characters that don’t overshadow the main yet look like they all fit in one style because other shows have clear style guidelines while leaving room for varied features i.e powerpuff girls, rick n morty etc. Viv probably can’t direct the animators for shit. It also doesn’t have to be plain if the appeal is interesting details. Rise of the teenage ninja turtles has even better animation! And detailed colorful designs with all characters!, it just knows how to simplify it into base shapes and details that still let the design show through. Here’s one artist take that shows how easy it’d be https://www.tumblr.com/aimasup/716642713709264896/sorry-for-the-gushing-this-banana-is-the-only they have other redesigns too. If she was actually a good artist, but no the HH redesigns for prime look worse and somehow has more details! basically she’s a bad artist and so’s the show. And has anyone noticed this?

this is a worth while read, thank you anon~!

okay- yes let’s talk about Viv’s background character designers, to be fair these guys are REALLY good artists imo. They understand coding, body language and telling stories through the simplest designs perfectly fit for animation.

The reason why they look so off (in comparison of Viv’s style) is just that, these artists are experienced in animation design it’s their JOB-

Viv just got lucky in the animation scene cause normally her art wouldn’t fly. Random unimportant patterns with random rips in every outfit??? Where’s the uniqueness? Where’s the story? They all are the same body shape and same fashion sense which peeves me the most.

These are just her wolves— it gets worse with her more humanoid designs…

The illusion of difference with ✨COLOUR/eyelashes-✨ but seriously… look at their noses and face shape.. the Eurocentric beauty standards zapped her with its laser beams- button nose and sharp jaws.

as for the design you linked it makes me so HAPPY, the deconstruction ? The dedication? This person could definitely have a job in design, it’s a designers job to take away the useless and keep the most important features- to simplify and make sacrifices for the sake of proper turn arounds (which Viv struggles so hard at cause her hair/faces can only be viewed usually in one direction…)

Chad fan-designer VS

Beta Viv who struggles with a 360 turn around…. (Dear lord look at her eye lashes changing size every direction and her hair lines not making any sense—) she’s so lucky her animators made it out alive.

#Vivziepop lacks basic fundamentals #vivziepop critical #Art deconstruction #Art critique #hazbin hotel critical

[kakashiislut]

This was supposed to be a request, but I messed it all up :( and now it’s gone so I’m going to summarize it :( I’m sorry!!

So Kratos and F!Reader meet some where randomly and become friends, along with that, Reader is a single mother (I’m sure it was a daughter!) and reader slowly becomes a motherly figure for Atreus and they start a lil family :( (of course Mimir is the second dad)!

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I’m so sorry I messed up something as simple as a request :/ I’m gonna try and make this awesome. :( I hope you guys like it, I’ve been struggling with writing, cause nothing seems to want to come out no matter how hard I try. <3

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Warnings: barely suggestive themes, we all know Kratos is hot, fluff and friendship, family themes.

Authors Note: I had this draft for like a couple of weeks and just started finishing it now. I tried making it like a full story, but I kinda suck with those now. I’m sorry the writing style just changed half way through it 💀

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Our Family~ Kratos & Motherly!Reader

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Breathing relaxed, feet below your shoulders, elbow back and straight. Stare at your target, you don’t want the deer to suffer, you want one clean, quick shot to its lungs, heart or brain. You chose heart, quick and easy, the deer won’t feel a thing. It was grazing on the nature below its feet, suckiling up flowers, grass and probably some bugs along the way. It was beautiful, it’s tail flared wildly in the wind, back legs stepping back and forth. The deer was happy….but you where hungry.

Drawing the bow string back just a bit more, you where ready to let go when it’s head snapped up “what-“ out of shock, you let go causing the arrow to sore through the air and hit the poor animal in its throat, it dropped quick, falling towards you. Another arrow? No, the deer wasn’t injured before…

Quickly reaching for another arrow, you scooped the area out. No one. The wind seemed to be silent all of a sudden, the only noise to be heard was the deer frailing  and crying, before it eventually stopped. The arrow below it snapped, waste of an arrow.

You almost left it. The deer of course. With half an arrow still lodged in its neck, blood pooled on the floor and trailed towards your feet. You stared at the thick crimson, even it’s blood was perfect. But you can’t, you have to not only feed yourself, but her.

“Hmmm”

What? Shooting your head back up, you where met with a behemoth of a man. Easily 100 ft tall and 10000 pounds. The marks on his body color matched the blood the deer gave to the earth. He was as pale as snow, yet as intimidating as fire. He reached down, easily turning the deer over and examining the arrow you shot into its neck. His eyes glossed over yours. He just stared.

It’s not that you where weak….you can hold a damn good fight…but with him? No! He would destroy you, you felt like you where crumbling just by his gaze. “I shot it first!”STUPID. Why is that the first thing you think of!!! “Not very Well…” his voice seemed to boom in the silence of the forest. A murder of crows squawked loudly as they flew from various tree branches. Even they where afraid.

“Excuse you,” Putting on your mother face, you where almost gonna lecture him. Letting out a sigh, you spoke again “I have a kid…even if that means half- or even less then half, I’ll take it. You can have the rest!” Your eyes went soft, it was getting hard finding deers and other sorts of animal large enough to feed you and your daughter recently. You couldn’t just let her starve.

“Hmmm”

What? Does he only fucking respond with grunts and moans? Who is this man and why is he built like a Greek statue. Taking slow steps, you step over the blood,  cautiously. You had thrown your arrow in your satchel and slung the bow across your chest. It was a pretty bow, just like you, reader <3 (breaking the fourth wall, my bad)

He kneeled down, took his knife and stabbed the deer in the side of its stomach.

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Slugging half a deer over your shoulder wasn’t as bad as you thought. Being able to have half -of what you rightfully shot- made you a little excited. A little pep in your step, you knocked 3 times on your door and waited. No answer. Smiling proudly, you knocked 4 times and a good second later, the door slowly opened and just below the handle, a little girl stood.

“Mama!” Pulling her body from behind the door, she ran out to hug your legs. “Go inside, honey, this deer is heavy” nodding her head quickly, she ran inside and pulled the door fully open. Hitting the snow off your boots, you dropped the deer by the door on a cloth sheet.

You rushed to wash your hands as quick as you could, you wouldn’t want to stain the poor girl with the deers blood. Swooping around, you picked your five year old up and swarmed her face with kisses. “MY LITTLE BABYYY” you cooed loudly, “Mama’s so proud of you, you’ve been listening so well to me”

Your daughter let out of a cheery laugh, smile capturing her entire face. She always smiled like her father…

“Where’s the deers legs, mama?” She pointed over at the animal after you placed her down on her feet. “Baby…I met the strangest man…”

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You didn’t think you’d meet him again, Really. Well without the boy who took you to him, you wouldn’t have seen him ever again. Ever.

“You saved my life…thank you” Atreus, was his so called name. He stepped on some thin ice and WAS going to fall to his death before you swooped down and caught his wrist.

He had taken you back to his father, wanting to thank you with some stew from a deer he was supposed to hunt and take back.

I mean, he got the hunting part easily done. The taking it back to his home? Not that easy.

His dad seemed a little weary at first, mad even. You understood it though, who just takes a stranger to their home to have some dinner after saving their life. Even women can be dangerous.

He was mad until:

“Oh my head! Is that you? Y/N? Oh my, I never thought I’d see you again!”

“Mimir?…MIMIR! By the gods- what happened to you-? Where is your…” your eyes trailed down to the head on a pillow, he had no body…infact…he barely had a neck.

“Body…” you mumbled the last part…probably a sensitive topic. “Oh…about that..” he seemed to snicker awkwardly, if he could rub the back of his neck, he would.

“Did Odin finally betray you?” You questioned, cautiously stepping up to rub at his horns. “Oh I miss your hands. If only we could dance again” he smiled up at you.

“And yes…yes he did. Speaking of Odin…I apologize, Y/N…for choosing him over our friendship.” His eyes trailed over to the big guy. “Kratos, don’t be afraid, it’s just Y/N…an old friend”

“I am not afraid.”

Kratos huh….he’s handsome. Super handsome. The downwards tilt of his nose was enticing. The way his traps and biceps where built….it was incredible. Not only that, but he had amazing boobs- I mean pecs. He had amazing pecs. His thighs where huge, almost like they could squeeze a mountain between them. Or maybe me- STOP. No horny thoughts.

“Hi…I’m Y/N” you offered your hand, back perched up proudly. “Do you remember me? We both shot that deer and we split it in half. Well I mean you! You split it in half; with a very small knife in fact- it was impressive actually, I couldn’t have-“

“I do remember you.”

“Ok…”

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You never thought you’d spend that much time with them.

“MORE MORE! ATREUS MORE!” You daughter  squealed, arms Infront of her while Atreus flew her through the air like an eagle. He ran around the cabin, laughing and smiling along with her.

You didn’t think you’d get that close.

“Hey! You be nicer to your father! He is trying his best to raise you into a better person! Now you go apologize and hug him. NOW!”

You didn’t think you could put on this motherly act and become one for Atreus. He listened to you. Kratos was grateful for it, thanking you in his own special way.

“Ugh i Love the ribs. I feel so special when you give them to me” you smiled, taking a bite of the deer meat.

He would often bring you gifts as thank you. He found a cool little trinket? It’s all for you now. A poem book? It’s for you to read to your daughter.

The best part? Atreus started referring to your daughter as his sister. At first it was a slip up, but when he seen your reaction only being filled with love, he really started referring to her as his little sister.

“You’re the Best Big brother ever!” She would coo at him, sitting on his lap while he would braid her hair. “And you’re the cutest little sister ever.”

He would make her the cutest toys and little pieces of clothing. He was crafty and liked to draw, and she liked to sit by him and watch. If he got into an argument with his dad, he would sit and cuddle her to relax, of course, she would scold him to go apologize. Yes, he listens to her.

It was your little family. Mimir and Kratos as the fathers. Atreus and Y/D/N as the kids. You? The scary mother that everyone cowered under….and loved. Dearly and Truly.

“Ugh look at us! Look at our family” Y/N laughed, eyes trailing over a picture that Atreus drew, “our little family. Well- Kratos isn’t so little-“

A gentle laugh was heard from Mimir. “He’s big. Like a bear.”

“Shut up.”

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[dolliestfairy]

𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝐵𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ⸰ 🫧 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑

Powerful Sorcerer Gojo Satoru falling in love with Chubby!fem!reader who is a Water Fairy 🫧🦋

Authors Note ✿ : this is a request from @arisucat :3 this is also kinda rushed i just done this prob like 1 hours or some idk, anyways enjoy and if you like my works, please give reblog and feedbacks! tysm.

Warnings ✿ : male masturbation, breeding kink (?), i think thats it lmfao, the rest of it was just fluff fluff fluff. lmk if miss anything though. reader skin color is not announced.

Wc : 6,3k

The first time he had laid his eyes on you he swear to the sun and star that you're the most beautiful creature he ever seen in his entire life.

no Moon, or Stars, or even his blue eyes can beat your beauty. you're an exquisite one.

he really love seeing you showing your talent, espesially with children. where he sees at the fountain in the middle of the garden surrounding by little childs.

sometimes he paid himself to join you and the little children, making them all laugh, and also he was there to make you laugh too ;).

he love about how around you filled with such laugh and joy, the happiness of the children, how you show your water power to them, making them confused yet curious however.

it sparks something in gojo.

the first time he sees you he tell himself that he just think you're a very exquisite creature and it makes him overwhelmed, but as times goes by, he realize that he was actually starting to..... falling in love.

the way you show your power to children, how friendly and shy you are, how you were making the childrens happy, how you make him feel so happy...

it leads to his thinking of wanting to marry you and fuck with you. having kids together and making those little humans of yours happy.

and he didnt even denied his thinking. he really does wanna fuck you in your wedding dress, in the middle of the night, pressing your back, breeding you, and make babies with you.

he always drowning in those nasty romantic dreams while his hands holding his cock, stroking it up and down, dreaming about you, thinking about you, and imagining the future of you both together.

it doesnt gonna take long enough for him to confess to you and how the way he said "i love you" and "would you like to be mine?"

its been 7 years since you both dated, theres a rough time but you both always try to help each other.

and after 7 years waiting, he finally had a time to make you completely his.

𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 📝

Gojo invite you to a garden you always visit of where you make entertainment for childrens, it was still afternoon on when he message you

{ Hello Y/N! ha-ha-ha... if you have time, would you like to meet me in your favourite garden tonight? }

{ oh why of course toruu' :) }

{ thank you so much dear! you're the best! meet me on the pale moonlight tonight, at your favourite garden, from your Satoru <3 }

you read the message while giggled a little bit, you actually want to ask 'why' but you think he just tryna plan some surprise for you, and you dont want to mess that up, so you just agreed with him.

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now its the time, you had seen the moonlight, it almost turned pale. you had your soft-blue colored dress on, you had your hair done and your high heels, you also tuck and hiding your wings inside your dress. you're all ready. now its time to go!

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you've waited for the bus to pick you up, at the meantime, you had been texted Gojo Satoru.

{ Toruu' i'm all ready, i'll be right there in 20 minutes 💙 }

{ of course babydoll! wait me there. }

after the short text, you see some light coming towards you, turns out it was your bus, now you get in and wait for 20 minutes to get to the location.

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finally...... you arrived, you look around the water fountain in which you didnt found him so you texted him again.

{ toru i'm beside the fountain, where are u?? }

Toruu' didnt respond.

so you called him.

*Bzztt* *Bzztt*

*Pick up Sound*

"Toruu? where are u? i'm sitting in the fountain and i havent seen you"

"BABYDOLL I'M SORRY! i'm coming really fast rn!"

you heard rushed footstep in the phone as if he was running. And soon enough you really heard the rushed footstep, outside your phone. you quickly turn your head to where the sound come from in which you find him.

"oh toruu!..."

"sorry Y/N i got like extra work but i finally did it all!"

you sigh at his explanation. in which you say

"its ok toruu, at least you're here now. anyway why are u inviting me to this place here? is there is something you wanna talk about?"

gojo finally snapped back to reality, he looked at you with wild eyes and said

"Why of course Y/N! i got big surprise for you! but i need you to look back and close your eyes right now!"

"what why?.."

"just do it! you're gonna love this one."

you put your back to his direction and closing your eyes, you heard some things that you dont know what is it so you said.

"T-toru what is i-"

"ok Y/N you can open your eyes now!"

you open your eyes and look back at him only to find him on a position where his left knee is on the ground, and his right knee is up. his hand was holding a ring box containing a very expensive and beautiful looking ring.

you gasp at him.

"toru?...."

"yes babydoll. i want you to be mine. i want you to stay in my home, sleep in my bed, having a little babies of me in your hand, how you would be so good to me, how you would make our childrens happy. i want it all, i want you. i've been waiting for 7 years for this, and i cant take it anymore, i really need you to be mine." he said as he look at you with a hungrily eyes as if he wants to devour you.

"G-Gojo satoru are u.. are u really being serious right now?"

"Of course Darling!"

"oh well i would love to be yours al-"

not finishing your sentence, gojo quickly grabbed his hands around your waist and hugging you.

"oh fucking finally!, those 7 years of waitin' & waiting! i've finally got you. you're all mine now babydoll.."

"mhm yes satoru, yes.."

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2 weeks later.

"Y/N hurry up he have been waiting!" your friend says.

"okay F/N, i'm coming i'm coming...."

this was it, your wedding day. how've you both waited so much for this. you at that time was putting some accesories in your hair, until your friends finally shout at you again.

"Y/N come on!"

"Jeez okay okay F/N..."

you quickly go to the front side, there was a big curtain in front of you. if you open it, then its all going to began.

you take a breath, one, two, three...

you slowly open the curtains. and then theres you look at him, Gojo Satoru. standing & smilling at you. you see Yuuji, Megumi, Nanami on the other side. you see your family and his. you slowly but surely walking down the alley of the weddings. you see people turn their heads and look at you. you didnt mind them. you still put your heads to the direction of Your Beloved man.

Gojo then offered his hands to you, in which you accept.

the priest then said

"Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall lived?"

you both look at each other and says

"yes. i am."

"and with this, Do you take Gojo Satoru as your husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

both you and satoru then, once again, looked at each others eyes. in which you replied.

"yes. I will take Gojo Satoru, as my lawful Husband."

Gojo Smiled brightly at you, he quickly pick you up and put kisses all over your face while the priest is just looking at you both shyly.

gojo then put you down again. and said with a visible voice

"well done my wife. i just hope you will prepare for tonight..."

"sstt! Toruu..! everyones watching at us.."

"aww why? now everyones know that you're fully and truly mine and only mine Babydoll."

Gojo giggled at you while you look at him embarassingly, he grab your chin and kisses your forehead while he pick you up once again and hugging you.

After those 7 years with you being girlfriend and boyfriend, the powerful sorcerer has finally put his rings into his beloved water fairy's finger, as he swear to the moon and the stars, that he would love you with all of his life, and that he swear, he would kill, and die for you, to showing off his devotion for you. his beloved (round) water fairy Wife. 🫧🦋

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[soobpricity]

this love - kang taehyun

letter 14 ; you are not the exception; you will never learn your lesson

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

“are you threatening me ?” taehyun was flabbergasted, not believing his ears nor was he able to believe the boy in front of him. surprise written all over his face as he continued to prep himself up for the upcoming game.

“that’s some kind of way to put it.” heeseung responded, fidgeting around with the different kinds of gear that was in the locker room, only reminding him of the days that he played soccer with the team. until he lost all of that due to taehyun. he lost nari, he lost his passion. the only thought in his head was getting back at taehyun for all the stuff he made him go through. “so choose; you and yn while yn suffers through slight comments made towards them about rather ridiculous things or break up with yn and the two of you continue to stay happy.. just apart.” heeseung offered, a small smirk sitting on his face. checking his watch every few minutes, ensuring that taehyun felt pressured to make his decision as he was only giving the boy the decision to make on the spot.

“you’re so.. why ? why does this all effect you ? why are you going out of your way just to hurt me ?” taehyun turned, resisting any kind of desire to put his arms physically on heeseung and scaring him away. the only reason he didn’t want to do so was so that he would still be able to go out on the field and play. if someone were to see taehyun pin heeseung against the lockers than it would definitely make its way to his coach and he couldn’t risk that.

“because taehyun.. i’m doing this for yn, even though i’m asking you to break up with them.. y’know you’re gonna end up hurting them in the end.. you’ve got your priorities placed elsewhere taehyun, let’s be honest with each other. i’m over the entire nari situation.” heeseung let the lies spill out of his mouth. “if anything, i’m just looking out for you and yn. in reality, you should be thanking me.”

“just give me until tomorrow..” taehyun sighed, tears unknowingly beginning to well up. tensing up at the situation that was unfolding right in front of him. but he had a game to play and he refused to let heeseung tear him apart bit by bit.

“you have until after the game.” heeseung stood up from the bench that was placed right in the center of the locker room. “it was great catching up with you, kang taehyun.” heeseung stated right before exiting the locker room, taking one last look at the broken-down taehyun as he left. yeonjun hesitantly entered as he saw heeseung, who’s face was decorated with a rather cruel smirk, exit.

“tyun ?” yeonjun questioned, noticing the boy who faced the door, tense shoulders, chest rising and falling unreasonably fast.

“you’re right.. i never loved yn.. i was always just doing it all for myself.” he spoke, an angry tone coloring his words.

“what ? why wouldn’t you like yn ?” yeonjun questioned, taking a seat on the bench that heeseung was previously sitting on. “taehyun, be serious.. you got upset at us and tried to prove that you and yn could be happy together, you set up an entire flower field date for the two of you.. you even gifted yn an entire bouquet for your very first day of tutoring..”

“how do you know about that ?” taehyun questioned, raising an eyebrow at his friend who sat still, a nervous smile on his face. “the last part.. i didn’t tell anyone about that..”

“well.. you see.. i have some connections.. me and sunghoon are pretty close friends, and y’know… sunghoon and yn are quite close too..”

“sunghoon ?” taehyun asked, he had ate lunch with you multiple times, but he never really analyzed his surroundings. not only that, but he only ever saw you with beomgyu, the two of you were practically attached by the hip. “sunghoon as in heeseung’s friend, sunghoon ?”

“yes.. him and heeseung ended up having so many arguments, just like nari.. sunghoon ended up disagreeing with heeseung.. he ended up becoming friends with yn and beomgyu…” yeonjun spoke as taehyun put his head against the locker. “but seriously.. what made you give up on yn ?”

“it’s surprising that you’re not talking about how you were right.. maybe yn was just a silly little fling that i took too far..” taehyun replied, taking a seat next to yeonjun and fixing up his long socks. taking in deep breaths every few seconds, due to the heavy weight that sat on his shoulders. he truly didn’t want to break up with you, you were the greatest thing he’d ever experience. he’d never do such sweet gestures for anyone, not even nari. he truly felt so full of happiness when he was with you. and now that was all going to be taken away, due to his own decisions and past actions. he never thought that his past with nari and heeseung would end up coming back to bite him.

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an: short but tragic post 😕😕

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[spook-is-spooked]

Lisa Frankenstein Theories (spoilers kinda)

@lifelessstar

I'm making this a post because my response is way to long. This is gonna be all over the place but bear with me I have a lot of thoughts

I really like your theory about the shirts, and I do agree that Lisa probably does have resentment towards her father for the situation but personally I think the resentment is more in the context of hating him for not being there when it happened, for remarrying so fast, for moving her away from her home and school, for neglecting her emotionally and not supporting her, for favoring his new step daughter over her while she's dealing with all of this, etc. I don't think its to imply that the actual murder itself is his fault or that he did it but rather Lisa's inability to move on is his fault. I do think the clothing is a very very important part of this film but in a slightly different way. In the scene where we see the killer, he's wearing a very dark sweater with some light patches, which I feel like just match the aesthetic of the bride of Frankenstein mask. Overall, his outfit is very dark and moody which is a harsh contrast from Lisa and her mom in this scene. We see them wearing very bright, light, colorful clothing which goes hand in hand with how we see Lisa being happy and playful and laughing and talking with her mom. Lisa obviously was much more healthy and well adjusted and had a much easier time connecting with people before this happened. In the rest of the movie, we see the dad, Taffy, Janet, and most of the town dressed in very bright and colorful, for lack of a better term "normal" clothing. As well as the entire house is ridiculously colorful and bright, bordering on a Lisa Frank sticker pack.

I think this bright colorful aesthetic all around her and her dad being a part of it is symbolism for how they want Lisa to be a happy, bubbly, regular girl and completely move on and forget her trauma. She isn't given any opportunity to process her trauma, talk about it, feel it, etc. She's expected to get over it and go back to being completely normal. I think this is why she's drawn to Michael Trent, him and his friend (the other goth girl who's name I forgot) are the only people in the town who aren't phased by her differences and he shows some interest even in her weird dark moodiness. Throughout the movie, we obviously see Lisa's style choices become darker and moodier, creeping closer and closer to the aesthetic of the killer rather than the family and the town. One detail I really love is how the Creature actually encourages her to wear the darker outfits and absolutely adores every aspect of her, dark or light. I think Lisa's change in aesthetic is to show how not being able to process her trauma cause her to internalize it and become it. The clothing is a part of her becoming the axe murder. I think a big theme of this movie is that when trauma and abuse aren't processed it turns into a cycle instead. I've seen a lot of people say that we see Lisa become herself when she meets the Creature and starts dressing and acting differently, and in a way I think she does, but not her old self like everyone wants her to be. It's too late for her to ever get back there. Like she says "time is the thing that takes you further away from the place where you were happy". The opportunity to heal properly was taken from her. But she is able to find a new self and that new self is built out of her trauma. The Creature sees her for her, wounds and broken bits included and loves every part of her and listens to her and doesn't try to stop her from being dark and crazy he just lets her exist and absolutely adores her and so much of their love story, for me, revolves around him being the one person who lets her just exist and doesn't expect anything from her. This part might be a little bit of a reach but I think the name of the movie and the wax rubbing she does on the grave is another symbol of this whole thing. The name is a play on "Lisa Frank", representing the bright colorful neon vibe that they want her to be a part of but it ends with "enstein", almost mocking the first part like "she's Lisa Frank...enstein." She'll never be what they expect of her because there's this trauma following her around. In the scene, you can even see the two parts of the name are separated and she's adding on the enstein part to hint at this in a foreshadowing way.

I feel like I explained all this terribly but long story short Lisa dark and moody because she is trauma/axe murder now, town and house and family bright and colorful because they're SO normal and want her to be normal like them, dad bright and colorful because he is part of problem

so shirt colors = dad bad but for.. other reasons???

#lisa frankenstein #lisa swallows #movie thoughts

[fruit-sauce]

im so happy other people have the headcanon of “qsmp eggs look like their parents + start looking like the people they hang most around” because i’ve had that idea since like. day one of the eggs lmao

i’ve only drawn dapper, but! i have many design ideas that i wanna write out (bc i might forget them lol), if you have any questions, feel free to ask them, I love talking about my designs, they are weird and silly and i love them all, i promise i will not be upset if you ask something i will instead by very happy

first, each egg started off basically as a blank slate (this is all with human designs in mind), just whatever is their defining detail but also pure white clothes, white hair, etc. but the more they hang around their parent(s), they go through a transformation and then look like their parent(s), typically after an emotional/impactful moment, like how pokemon evolve in the anime

second, to be more specific, every egg has different “Styles” that match each of their parents, as well as a few having mixes of parents (the beginning 8 [except Tilin and Dapper] and Richas w/ TazerCraft) called Duo Styles. All these Styles represent and resemble their parents in some way. 

Still, these Styles can change over time, fading when a parent is absent, or warping to fit the people (not their parents) that are around them the most. This came from the idea that BBH takes care of a lot of the eggs very often, even being referred to as another parent. but what if he hangs around them so much they start to look like him,,, as an example, now that Tallulah sees Phil as her father figure and wants him to refer to her as his daughter, she technically has two Styles, Wilbur and Phil, but since Bad takes care of her so often, tiny details start to change. most obvious, her eyes are becoming lighter, like Bad’s pure white eyes, as well as the tips of her fingers and fingernails creepily starting to turn into the charcoal black that Bad’s skin is. 

Warping to Styles can be stopped if the egg accepts the person as their parent, in that case, a new Style would be made, and the previous Styles revert to being not affected. 

Negative relationships with eggs or even between egg partners will reflect in the egg’s Style, for example, Mariana and Slime’s... thing they had going on? It showed in JuanaFlippas Duo Style

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this is gonna be an entire essay, i’m sorry, but now its full on ramble time of each egg, some things will be vague, i’m just too lazy to try and describe it fully, while others i have more specific ideas that i wanna talk about ok lets get on with this mess:

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Bobby - Since he had such a close, positive relationship with both parents, Bobby has fully defined Styles of Jaiden and Roier, both having full patterns and even a bit of color in his hair. He also has a Duo Style, again, very developed, comfy, and stylish. As for any particular warping, he wore fingerless gloves (Cellbit), had yellow and green accents in his clothing (Mariana and Slime), and had slightly light eyes but nearly had his hands fully black (BBH)

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Chayanne - Fully defined Style of Philza, even to the point of having small crown shaped arm bands from his stories of Techno. As for Missa, his Style is less defined from not being around very often, but still very Missa, lots of bones and purples/blues. His Duo Style is more leaning towards Phil, but noticeably different from Phil’s Style. His clothing has soft yellow accents (Wilbur), a leather holster for his sword and one shoulder pad (Fit), and lately, his eyes are pure white (Missa Style already had pretty light colored eyes, but they’re now pure white from Bad)

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Dapper - He’s basically Bad’s mini self, I’ve already made a design for him a while back, but it needs to be updated. After Baghera, he now has a second style! Lots of soft, fluffy colors and textures. Owns a pair of sunglasses that he wears every now and then (Max), has some brown accents in his clothing and a dark grey glove on his left hand (Fit), horns have bright yellow tips, his shoes have purple accents, and his hair is braided back in Baghera’s Style (Forever), and his clothes have gold and diamond details (Foolish and Skeppy respectively)

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JuanaFlippa - With Slime’s Style, the ends of her limbs and hair were slime-like and green, and even had one of the slime creatures (?) that Slime has on his head and shoulder. Mariana’s Style wasn’t as defined, but still had the same colors and generally shapes. Her Duo Style was messy and vague, kinda like if you took the two main Styles and mushed them together, instead of being a third new one.

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Leo - Very defined Styles of Foolish, Vegetta, and Duo. Foolish’s Style has many gold and emerald details, and is comfortable to even swim in (because shark). Vegetta’s Style resembles Trunks/Bulla from Dragon Ball because haha funny. While not being a parental figure, Leo does have a Roier Style, with heavy details of Cellbit. They have semi-red horns (Bad), black accents in their clothes (Bad and Max), and fingerless gloves (Cellbit)

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Ramon - Duo and Spreen Style has nearly fully faded, but Fit’s Style, similar to Bad and Dapper, is very much like Fit himself. Lot’s of warping from Bad, charcoal skin goes up past his knees and elbows, horns are almost fully red, and eyes are also nearly fully white. He wears fingerless gloves and has a white streak in his hair (White streak earlier resembled Spreen, but is now closer to Cellbit’s hair)

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Tilin - Never formed a Luzu or Duo Style, and his Quackity style barely resembled Quackity. Bright purple eyes and accents in clothing (Jaiden), bright red accents and spider web details (Roier), red/white shoes and green under shirt (Slimcicle)

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Trumpet - Dan and Duo Styles vaguely resemble Dan at all, but it was still noticeable. On the other hand, Maximus’ Style was very defined. Had pure white eyes and red horns (Bad)

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Tallulah - Again, Wilbur’s Style resembles Wilbur exactly, even after all this time. She doesn’t use his Style since he left, but it’s still exactly how it was since then (aside from warping). She had HEAVY warping from Phil, but since asking him to refer to her as his daughter, she now has a Philza Style. She has a lot of colors in her clothing, im gonna have fun designing her (i say, through gritted teeth) Her hair is now a lighter brown, nearly a dirty blond, and is braided back (Forever), eyes are fully white, hands are becoming that pure black, and she has many black accents in her clothing (Bad), a white streak in her hair and some dark brown accents in clothing (Cellbit), previously had dark brown eyes, still has light brown/blue accents (Fit), previously had dark blue accents(Quackity, not anymore tho), and her horns are purple (Jaiden). I’m gonna regret doing this once I get to drawing her design but its ok i’ll survive. maybe.

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Richarlyson - Style for all five parents, Felps is the least defined but still there, and TazerCraft does have a Duo Style. He also has a Quackity Style, but that has been slowly fading since the arrival of El Quackity. Red horns and black accents (Bad), yellow accents (Baghera), and a few emerald details (Foolish)

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Pomme - Has five Styles, but Kameto’s is basically just a dark blue dress since he was barely there, all others are very defined. Consistently has bright blond hair in all Styles (Forever), red accents in clothing (Forever and Bad), and has some black accents (Bad)

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This is gonna be the death of me but I just needed to get these ideas and designs out of my head, I draw so slowly and I didn’t wanna forget anything so spitting them out in text form was my best bet, once i finish this kirakira precure drawings, i’ll start drawing these out, some of the wording might be confusing, i apologize, but it’ll all make sense once i draw them out

#qsmp #fs qsmp headcanons #qsmp eggs #qsmp tilin #qsmp tilín #qsmp tallulah #qsmp trump #qsmp dapper #qsmp ramón #qsmp ramon #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp bobby #qsmp chayanne #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp leo #qsmp pomme

[samieree]

Hello! I'm here with another shot with Heimdall 🥰

Requested by anonim, I hope you all gonna like it ♥

Heimdall x reader (female)

You just found the item Odin asked you for. You come back from a mission that took you much longer than you thought it will, and Heimdall seems angry about it... You already had a specific relationship and spent the night together from time to time, but what is he up to now?  And you?  Is it just "friendship" with benefits for you, or did you see something more in Heimdall?

~

The task that Odin gave you wasn't complicated, but it took you a lot of time. You would never expect that finding a single artifact in Midgard could be so time consuming.  You've been living in this winter-covered world for about eight weeks now, but finally… You finally got what you came here for.

Now just find Huginn where he was supposed to be waiting for you and you can go back to warm Asgard...

Walking through the forest you better covered yourself with a warm, fur coat.  It was windy and snowing all the time.  On your belt you had both the artifact you obtained and the sword you kept your hand on all the time in case someone attacked you. You've already had a close encounter with someone's knife, luckily it was quite blunt… Thanks to that, you only had a shallow gash on the side of your cheek, not a deep gash across half your face.

 You were slowly approaching your destination, but suddenly you heard some sounds of fighting deeper in the forest.  Grabbing your sword tighter, you decided to check it out - after all, you've already spent eight weeks in this cold, another fifteen minutes won't make a difference, will it?

 It turned out that near a house, a strange boy was fighting with Hel-Reavers. You thought that since you came, you would help him.  So you drew your sword and together you quickly dealt with everyone.

 "Thanks for your help, em..." he said when it was over and you were holstering your gun.

 “Y/n.” You gave your name, smiling slightly.  “And you? And what are you doing here?”

 “My name is Loki. And... It's complicated.  I need to get somewhere.” He explained, clearly not sure if he could trust you to tell you everything.

“Me too, I need to get home.” You sighed softly, looking around.  Why did you come to help him?  Because you have such a good heart?  It seems so… You were about to throw some farewell text when suddenly you heard cawing and a raven flew out of the house you were fighting next to. “Huginn?  What are you doing here, you were supposed to wait for me to take me back to Asgard!”

“Wait, you live in Asgard? Really?  That's where I was going!”

“Really? Why?” Loki didn't have time to answer you, Huginn explained everything to you.  You've only been gone eight weeks and Odin's already bringing in more people to do work for him? “Let's go, I'm sick of this cold.”  You shivered as the icy wind blew once more.

Loki got a little closer to you and after a while Huginn transported both of you to Asgard.  Happy that you finally felt the warmth of the sun again, you took off the hood from your face, but your joy did not last long, because instead of familiar houses and cities, you saw... fields and a huge wall.

“Seriously, Huginn? I know you can take us behind the wall!”  The raven answered you briefly, no, and began to fly away. “Hey, wait! I'm not done talking to you yet!”  but it was too late, you were forced to get behind the wall by yourself.

You turned to Loki, who finally had a chance to see your face in all its glory and seemed to associate you with something.

“Oh yes, that y/n!  How could I not figure it out?”  You rolled your eyes.  He probably recognized you just because of them, and more specifically because of their completely black color.

“You'd better save your strength, because we've got quite a long way up.”  You sighed softly, looking at the huge wall once again. It will be a long and demanding climb…

* * *

As you predicted, it was a very tiring climb, but you finally saw your destination.  Loki was practically at the top, you had maybe two meters to climb. You had already smiled to yourself that you were finally at home again when you heard a familiar voice.

 “Hello.” You paused for a moment to look up. You saw none other than Heimdall with his smirk on his face.  He held an apple in one hand and held Loki's wrist with the other.  “So… What part of the enormous wall made you think: 'Oh, visitors must be welcome'?"  Then the stones under the boy's feet fell off and he was only holding on with one hand, and of course Heimdall was holding him.

 “Leave him, Heimdall.”  You said as you were practically on top, all you had to do was pull yourself up.

 "Who do my eyes see?  Y/n herself! Did you train or race with this kid?”  You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself up, finally sitting on top of the wall.

Your relationship with Heimdall was… complicated.  You didn't seem to like each other very much (at least he didn't like you) and you actually loved to tease each other on a daily basis, especially him you. You had peace for too long?  You could be sure he was about to show up next to you with some unflattering comment, ready to ruin your day.

But on the other hand... Well, that's where the complexity of your relationship started.  He seemed to despise you differently than the others because you had a kind of… arrangement and sometimes you spent nights together in yours or his room.

Maybe it was a stupid move on your part to get into this arrangement, but hey - you liked him overall, so why not?  Besides - you never told him, but you also didn't rule out that he figured it out himself - you saw possibly more in him than everyone else.  That was the reason why you often ignored his comments or didn't take them personally, because you knew how Odin treated him and everything around him was overwhelming.

Maybe… You wanted to be the one person in his life he could trust? Who would like him no matter what?

 “I prefer to train in the evening, it's cooler then.”  you replied, taking a deep breath after the hard climb.  “Honestly, I think Huginn just took offense at me.”

 “Oh, yes. He said you threatened to rip all his feathers off.”

 “I didn't say anything like that!”  you shouted back. You may have thought about this from time to time, but you certainly never said it. And the damn bird can't read minds like Heimdall, can it?

 “Hey,think you could pull me up or…?” Loki spoke suddenly, reminding about himself.

 “No, I don't think I will. I think maybe I’ll drop you”

 “Pull him in, he's the All-father's guest.”  You said as you stood up after your short rest.  “Huginn told me. Let's go.” You didn't wait for them anymore, you just headed straight forward.

 But you heard Heimdall's heavy sigh behind you and how he pulled Loki up after all, just like you said.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't pay much attention to how Heimdall treated Loki in his traditional way.  When you were already down in the city, you said that you don't need a ride to the All-father's house, after all, you have legs, they haven't given up yet after climbing.

Besides, on the way you could say hello to all the Asgardians you know and watch the Valkyrie’s training for a while.  As soon as you see Thrúd, you'll have to ask her how her training is going, after all, she dreamed of becoming a Valkyrie. Oh how glad you were to finally be back home...

You slowly went to the All-father's house, where something was going on... You saw Odin himself, involved in this action, he was talking to Loki.  Beside him were Heimdall and Thor, the former covered a little in some mud.

You already knew that this asshole will probably get himself into something as soon as you left.  You might have guessed from the way he spoke to Loki…

You sighed heavily and walked over to this little gathering, after all, you had a case with the All-father of your own.

“What are you up to? Dismissed! Go!”  he said to Thor, who just muttered something under his breath and happily left.  “And you - clean yourself up.”  He turned to the blonde here.

 “But... All-father…”

 "All-father?"  You chimed in too, joining the conversation.  Odin looked at you for a while, then returned to Heimdall for a moment.

 "Heimdall, will you just relax? He wasn't going to barge in here and kill me the first thing.” he still didn't seem convinced, whatever it was… “What, that’s not good enough for you? Get outta here.”

 For someone, Heimdall's expression as he left might have been simply disbelief and mild disappointment, but you saw something more. You saw how sad he was, you might even venture to say that he was very close to crying.  He already seemed to be getting worse at his father's treatment as he tried to do his best and prove his worth. But now…

 You had to admit that you felt sorry for him.

 “Y/n, you don't even know how happy I’m to have you with us again! I see you've made it, and you've already met my guest Loki.” Odin turned to you, smiling slightly. In your hand you already held the pouch with what you set out on the mission for.

 “Yes, we met in Midgard.” You replied, handing him the pouch with the artifact.

“Perhaps you'd like to show him around a bit with me?” You looked at the two of them quickly thinking about this proposal and made a decision.

“I would love to, but forgive me All-father… These last eight weeks have been very tiring.  I wish I could finally get a good night's sleep in a safe place.”  You smiled slightly and Odin nodded understandingly.

You nodded at him and walked towards the house. You weren't even lying, you really wished you could finally rest.  Most of all, of course, you were glad that Asgard was warm.

In your room, you immediately unhooked the sword from your belt, the weight of which you had become accustomed to on your hip.  You looked at yourself in the mirror and realized it was definitely time to comb your hair and change into clean clothes.  You dreamed of throwing yourself on the bed and going to sleep, but instead you pulled yourself together and after a short rest you left the room. You headed to the Mead Hall, because there you expected to meet the person you wanted to talk to.

 “Oh, you haven't left for another few weeks yet?”  Even before you turned to where the voice came from, you knew exactly to who it belonged.  You moved a little closer to Heimdall, who was sipping mead, leaning against the wall.  You turned to him and leaned against the wall too.

 “I doubted it for a moment, but it seems like you really missed me.”  you smiled.

“I? Missed you?”  He chuckled briefly and took another sip.  “I'd sooner fatten like Thor than miss you."

You raised an eyebrow and stepped a little closer to him, reaching out to pat his belly, but he caught your hand just in time, giving you a meaningful look.

“It's going to take you a while, babe.”  You didn't care that he stopped you because you used it to intertwine your fingers. “Are you mad at me for being gone so long?”  you asked, lowering your voice a little. He studied you intently for a while, paying attention to every feature of your face, but he lingered the longest on your cheek cut, you could feel it.

“I don’t want to talk.”

 It hurt.

For a moment you wanted to speak again, say that you see how he feels, that if he needs someone, you are next to him. You can be a support for him, he can trust you, you’ll always listen to him.

But you didn't say any of that.  You were afraid you'd make him even angrier after he was already annoyed by the situation between him and Odin.

 “We'll meet tonight…?”  you asked uncertainly, looking at Heimdall, but he just looked away.

You nodded and sighed softly, starting to walk away, but suddenly he gripped your hand tighter as your hands were about to fall apart.

“If you want, then... You may come…” he said quietly, looking at your still connected hands.  You smiled and squeezed his hand for a moment before walking away.

* * *

You've been standing at his door for a good few moments and wondering how you're going to start a conversation at all, so that he would listen to you, let you explain that he can't hold everything inside of him forever. How to keep him from interrupting you by reading all your intentions in your mind at once?

You took one last deep breath and stepped inside, finding Heimdall in the middle of unraveling his braids.  He was standing in front of the mirror, so you walked over to him and stood right behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist lightly, hugging to him. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you also noticed cotton wool and a bandage lying on the table next to the bed, which surprised you.

 “Did you do something to yourself, Mr. Perfect? You got a bump and I didn't see it?” You asked in a playful tone, ruffling his already loose hair.

“It's not for me.”  He replied without much emotion, removing your hands and walking to the table.  “Sit down.”

At that moment, you remembered the wound that you had on your cheek all the time and you still haven't been able to take care of it.  You had no doubt that he had noticed it, but that... He will want to bandage it for you? You didn't expect it, but it made you feel good...

“I'm not nice, I just can't look at it.” You smiled anyway as you sat down on the bed.  Heimdall sat next to you, brushing your hair from your face to behind your ear, and began to gently disinfect the wound using soaked cotton.

Even though you already knew how he can be, it still surprised you how gentle he can be.  Once upon a time, you'd expect him to throw mud in your face or something instead of tending to your wound.

The first time you met his delicacy was the first time you were close, at the very beginning of your complicated relationship, the first night together. Since then, you've started to wonder what he really is like. That's when you wanted to get to know this asshole better, you started to be interested in his behavior and what caused it.

As you got to know him better, you understood.  He saw the worst in everyone and had no one to lean on, say everything, talk about everything. And then you wanted to become that person in his life.  You wanted to gain his full trust, to be always there when you saw that he needed it. Even if he didn't seem to notice or ignore it.

You just loved that damn man, and even if it was just unrequited love until the end of the world, you weren't going to leave him.

“Stop…” It was only when he spoke that you remembered that you don't even know when he reads your thoughts and when he doesn't. You instantly felt yourself blush.

“I…” you started but didn't finish as he abruptly stood up, throwing a used piece of cotton on the table. “I just…”

“Stop.  Just stop.”  You looked down and nervously flexed your fingers. Applause for you, sitting centrally in front of him, you mentally admitted that you love him. If he hadn't figured it out before, or had guessed but ignored it, now… Now you saw his true reaction to such a confession from you.

He didn't want it. It hurt like nothing else before, you felt tears starting to gather in your eyes.

“I hate to say this, but…” he began, but you didn't look up at him, even as he crouched in front of you. “You’re right.”  He finished and took you by your hand and stroked it gently with his thumb. Then you looked into his purple eyes, in which strangely you didn’t find any anger or disappointment. “I was worried because… Because I think I need you, y/n…”

You stared at him, surprised at first.  Heimdall, the same mischievous Heimdall admitted, that he needed you, that he wanted you in his life, that he was worried about you.

You slid your free hand slowly through his hair, running it gently through it a few times.  You smiled softly at the memory of how many times you had tied his soft hair into braids...

“You can braid them whenever you want, sunshine.”  You smiled a little more as you heard him call you that, the first time he'd called you like that since you came back.

Suddenly, he got up from the ground and leaned over you, knocking you onto the bed.  You wanted to kiss him so much when your faces were so close, but you had to ask something first.

“Is it private or still part of the deal?”  You placed your index finger on his lips to stop him from kissing you.

“Do we still need a deal?”  You smiled and let him kiss you, entwining your hands in his hair and wrapping your legs around his hips.

 Your nights together will never be the same again. They will be much better.

~

-> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

Just finished this and now I'm going to write a second part of Heimdall x reader (Greek Goddess) 😏😘

#heimdall x reader #gow heimdall #heimdall #heimdall god of war #god of war heimdall #gow #heimdall gow #god of war ragnarok

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SOOOOOO

i was tagged by @rickie-the-storyteller over heeeereeee and it didnt let me reblog so new post!

LAFGSLKRGHLSKGH THIS IS SO FUN HELP WHY DIDNT I KNWO THIS EXISTED-

ANYWAYSSSSS

i gto very little ships (sadly) so im gonna go with both platonic and romantic ehehehe

Annexander (is it how were calling it?? idk) (@holdmyteaplease ur the expert on this give me a feedback)

Alexander: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Anne: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Alexander: *shatters a window and climbs through it* Alexander: *turns around and helps Anne through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Anne. Anne: Okay. Anne: Shut it Alexander, I only shook your hand because I had to. We will NEVER be friends. Alexander: Lets survive this together! Anne: I HOPE YOU DIE. Anne: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue? Alexander: Technically a mix of green and blue? Anne: So blurple. Alexander: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple. Anne: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE? Alexander: You were confusing before but now I'm scared Anne, holding a scooter: Alexander! Can I go outside and play with this? Alexander: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Anne, running outside: Thanks Alexander! Alexander, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY! Alexander: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks! Anne: Why would I do that? Alexander: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

HELP CAUSE WHY IS THIS SO THEMMMM AKFGASKJGF

Anne and Indigo (the absolute besties)

Anne: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me? Indigo: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Anne: Yes. Indigo: I'd sleep.

*Anne sends more than 5 messages in a row* Indigo: I ain’t reading all that. Indigo: I’m happy for you tho. Indigo: Or sorry that happened. Anne: I have a plan. Indigo: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it. Anne: … Indigo: … Anne: I no longer have a plan.

Anne: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”. Anne: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

ok... this is scarily accurate...

Alexis and Claire (friends to lovers complete dumbasses edition)(they have exactly 1 brain cell and they take turns being the responsible one. most times i gets forgotten at home)

Alexis: My hands are cold. Claire: Here, let me hold them. Alexis: My lips are cold too. Claire: *covers Alexis's mouth with their hand* Alexis: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me. Claire: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do. Claire: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds. Alexis: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work? Claire: NO- Alexis: What do you do for a living? Claire: I exist against my will. Alexis: Claire, I have a question. Claire: What is it, Alexis? Alexis: What color is an orange? Claire: Alexis, you bonehead! Its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon. Alexis: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Alexis: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Alexis: Go big or go home.

THIS IS FUN. VERY FUN.

HOW TO CREATE CHARACTERS 101: NAME, BASIC VIBES AND THROW THEM AROUND IN THE INCORRECT QUOTES GENERATOR✨

tagging literally everyone i know on this one cause the world deserves to do this

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gritting my teeth and sharing this in the tag in hopes that it'll help me manifest actually FINISHING this fic.......

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“I’m still not buying this!” Chuck popped out from the passenger’s side and leaned over the door, pointing an accusing finger at her. “How do you really know about Mutt?” he demanded.

Capri blinked and frowned, giving him a once-over as she crossed her arms. “How do you know about Mutt, Goldilocks?”

Texas cracked up at the nickname, slapping Dutch on the back. “Goldilocks! That’s a good one, hahaha…” 

“The name’s Chuck, for your information,” huffed Goldilocks, “and I’ve been hanging with Mikey since elementary school. Where have you been his whole life?”

“Elementary school, huh?” Something bitter flickered in her eyes. “That must’ve been nice…”

Mike tried to calm his friend, slightly taken aback by how riled up he was. “Easy, Chuckles, let’s just–”

“No! I’m not gonna sit back and let some random stranger put you through this all over again, dude! It’s not okay!”

“Look, I appreciate it, but–”

“All she has is a story about your bobblehead. That’s not actual proof she’s your sister!”

“He’s right.” Dutch’s eyes were wary. “Anyone could make up a childhood memory like that. How do we know Kane isn’t paying this one off like he did with your fake dad?”

“Let’s at least hear her out first, guys,” said Julie, exasperated. “You can’t demand ‘real proof’ and then not give her a chance at all! Maybe she–”

“I still say she’s an evil clone!” Texas declared.

The arguing devolved into chaos, everyone speaking over each other to the point where nothing coherent could be heard anymore.

“Heartwarming reunion over, I guess,” Capri muttered, unfastening her thigh holster. She pulled out a laser pistol and fired two blasts into the air. “EVERYONE. SHUT UP.”

Everyone shut up.

She sighed and holstered the gun, glaring at nobody in particular. “Sweet baby gumdrops. Okay. FIRST of all…” She turned to Mike. “You don’t need to take my word for it. I wouldn’t take my word for it, either.” Her com-screen popped up, glowing fiery orange. She scrolled, selected a file with the words “CAPRI C. GENETIC PROFILE” hovering above it, and flicked it over to him. “There you go. The DNA can speak for itself.”

Mike took it but barely glanced at it, still looking at her as if she were a hologram herself – something that could disappear any second. Chuck just stared at the unopened file from the other side of the car, unable to hide his own curiosity.

“Secondly. Goldilocks.”

He jumped and straightened his posture with a gulp. (Texas snickered.)

Her boots thumped in the silence as she strode towards him, cold annoyance in her voice. “For your information, I wasn’t talking about Mutt to prove I’m Mike’s sister. I brought it up to find out if he’s my brother.” She fished in one of her pockets and pulled out a well-worn photograph, dangling it in front of his nose. “There could be any number of ‘Mike Chiltons’ running around and I haven’t been here in a while. I wanted to be sure.” 

“Whoa,” he murmured, one hand reaching for it. 

Capri snatched it away, eyes hard as steel, and walked back around to Mike. Her expression softened when she handed the photo to him. “I am sure, now.”

It showed a little girl with messy hair and an even messier t-shirt – face scrunched up in a grin, one front tooth missing – and a wide-eyed baby dangling in her arms like a kidnapped puppy, clutching Mutt in small chubby hands, attempting to shove the top of its bobbing head in his mouth. The colors were faded, the edges bent and torn; but the happiness captured in it was so vibrant it made his chest ache. 

Any doubts he had left vanished, replaced by dizzying questions he couldn’t find words for. He had a sister. This was real. (What happened?)

“Thirdly!” said Capri, giving the other Burners a smile that bordered on a snarl. “I’m so very sorry if I’m being rude here, it's just that I spent the last seventy-two hours hopping city-to-colony and crossing a gazillion miles of mutants, raiders, boiling heatwaves and radiation pits to get back to Motorcity. Totally for funsies, of course. It's not like I’ve been trying to track down the only family I have left or anything.” 

Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

“Point being, I’ve had a long flippin’ day! So how about you nosy little ferrets take that file I just sent, run the DNA test, confirm I’m actually not a lying scumbag, and then y’all can decide on how to torture me next. What do you think?” she growled, shooting “Goldilocks” an incinerating look. “That sound alright to you? Chuck?”

Chuck all but melted into a whimpering puddle of terror and compliance, stammering out a vaguely affirmative reply as he stumbled over to where the unopened file still hovered.

“Great! Glad we could get that sorted out.” 

Everything in her demeanor dripped with spite…but Mike was beginning to notice the dark circles under her eyes, the heaviness in her shoulders. How many miles had she really crossed to get here? How many hours had she spent combing the dark labyrinth of Motorcity to find him? (Based on nothing but a hope that it might be him?)

And then they had all assumed the worst of her. 

Capri must be exhausted.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” She stormed off towards her motorcycle. “I’m gonna check my bike for damage and maybe also secretly plot to sell out your leader to the guy who destroyed my whole childhood. Holler if you need me.”

#motorcity #mike chilton #capri chilton #VERY rough draft lol #made by yours truly #not beta-read and not perfect but I feel surprisingly good about how this is turning out......... #IF I manage to finish this and turn it into the 2-parter I'm imagining I'll put it on AO3 #maybe #god I haven't written anything in ages I feel so RUSTY

[snowblossomreads]

Bad Habits

Summary: In where Severus briefly wonders what would happen if they got caught and if they should be doing this. (Spoilers they do)

Pairing: Student! FemReader x Severus Snape

Warnings: dubious morals (we love her), pwp, student/teacher relationship, oral sex, vaginal sex, sir/professor kink, Dom!Snape, Sub!Reader, degradation, orgasm denial, spitting (like once), a spank (or two) ya'll it's 95% filth I have no idea what else to tell you.

Word Count: 8.3K of thirsting

A/N: Raise your hand if you want some Snut (Snape smut lol) because if you did here you are! This is much longer than what it was supposed to be but oh well! The student is of age but if student/teacher relationships aren't your thing this is probably not for you. Other than that enjoy, let me know if you liked it and if you see any mistakes~

Severus was sure that if anyone found out what was going on between him and [Y/n] that not only would she be expelled, he would be sacked and possibly sent to Azkaban. It was one way to rid him of his spy duties, yes, though he preferred things to not go in that direction if he could help it.

Plus she was a lovely student, and he would hate to see her get into trouble with how fond of her he secretly was. Yet even with that in mind, Severus found his entanglement with the girl quite similar to a vice. Probably bad for you, maybe (definitely) morally dubious, but still a very hard habit to kick. Though who said bad habits were easy to get rid of?

Take for instance the way she was on her knees in front of him at that moment. Doe eyed and a look of innocence on her soft features as she gazed up at him. They both knew she was anything but innocent though.

Not with those dilated pupils that held a hazy gaze of lust in them. Not with how her blouse had one too many buttons undone which tempted him with the sight of the swell of her breasts and the dark-colored lace bra that would no doubt be strewn on the floor along with her other clothing by the end of this.

And especially not with how she rubbed her thighs together just to feel a bit of friction to relieve the throb of her aching cunt. No, someone innocent wouldn’t even have had the thought let alone be caught in her position, between her professor's legs.

“Please professor,” her voice broke his train of thought as she leaned forward a bit to nuzzle his clothed inner thigh causing it to rub against the skin underneath and pulling a groan from his lips. In turn, she smiled up at him when she heard the noise, no doubt pleased to hear that he enjoyed the way she touched him.

The smile though was not mischievous, but one that was filled with pure hope, longing, and a touch of desire. Merlin did that make his trousers feel tighter than just moments ago when she had entered his office and all but dropped to her knees to offer herself to him.

“Let me make you feel good sir. Please? ”

She was going to be the death of him.

“And do tell Ms.[L/n], how exactly do you plan to do that?” The question came out through gritted teeth as he reached to stroke her face with the palm of his hand.

A needy whine escaped her throat as she nuzzled the side of her face into his palm as she loved his touch so much. Whether it was sensual strokes along her lower back or a tight grip on her hips to keep her from pulling away as he buried himself within her, she was always happy to have his hands on her in whatever way he wanted.

“Gonna suck your cock sir,” she murmured as one hand that had been on her lap began to snake up his legs before it found its home on the bulge that had grown in his trousers. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Mmm, that does sound good.”

Her smile widened as she took this as permission for her to have her way, her fingers already going to undo the buttons on his trousers before being abruptly stopped when his hand caught her wrist. A confused noise left her pouted lips as protest played at them though when she found Severus’ dark gaze intensely on her daring her to speak, that protest died.

“Did I tell you you could do that?”

[Y/n] shook her head ‘no’, at the question yet she was met with a disgruntled sound from him that had her whimpering in confusion.

“Use your words little girl.”

“No sir,” she squeaked out as her eyes fell to her lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Much better, and so eager to please your professor aren’t you,” he drawled out, hand going to the back of her head to cradle it for a moment and legs spreading apart so she could settle more comfortably between them. “Go on then use that sweet mouth of yours.”

The smile that had left her lips momentarily returned as he let go of her wrist and allowed her to continue fiddling with the buttons that hid the thing she was craving the most at the moment. As she undid the final button a delighted moan left her lips as she was met with the mouthwatering sight of her professor’s cock that sprung from its confines. Thick, lengthy, and with a curve that always hit a spot in her that made her see stars and always had her coming.

It already looked painfully hard, the head dark and leaking with precum that glistened as it ran down his length. And the way it twitched towards her as the cool air of the dungeons hit it made it even more enticing as if it was telling her that it needed something warm to consume it.

She loved it and what better way to show that than by worshiping it the way it deserved? Her fingers wrapped around the warm flesh of his length, and Severus let out a groan as she ran her thumb along the slit of the head smearing the precum all over it before leaning down and peppering wet kisses all along the shaft.

A soft moan left her lips as she alternated between kissing and sucking on the velvety skin paying particular attention to a prominent vein that led to the tip of his cock. Whenever she would suckle the spot, she couldn’t help but let out a pleased noise at the sound of the soft groans that he would let out and the way he would put pressure on the back of her head. It was absolutely exhilarating to her as her cunt fluttered at the noises he made and knowing it was her who was making him feel this good.

This continued for a few moments, her tongue lapping up and collecting the salty beads of liquid that would run down his length. Hand pumping and smearing any wetness that she didn’t catch, drenching him with the mixture of saliva and cum.

But this wasn’t enough for her, and neither was it for Severus by the way he gripped her hair to pull her up a bit so that her lips were pressed against the head of his cock. As enjoyable as her previous actions were, he wanted more. He wanted to be down her throat as it squeezed and spasmed around him while she fought to keep her lips wrapped around him. To feel the impending pressure of his release until he spilled into her mouth and she swallowed every bit of his seed that he gave her.

And from the dark gaze, she was giving him paired with swollen lips, and tongue peeking out to tease the slit of his cock she wanted it to. With the slight pressure on the back of her head pushing her head down, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock eyes still on him before taking as much of him as she could, engulfing it with a warm wetness that was her mouth.

“Fuck!”

His shout rebounded off the walls and reverberated in the room as the hand on the back of her head forced her further down his cock. This in turn forced her hands to fly up and grab onto his thighs for purchase at the deeper penetration. A choked noise left her spasming throat as tears blurred her vision from the sudden intrusion yet the thought of pulling away didn’t cross her mind at all.

Instead, she allowed herself to relax, to breathe out of her nose as she sank further down his length until her face was buried in his crotch. He held her head still for a moment taking in the exquisite sight of her on her knees with his cock buried down her throat as she swallowed around him.

“You like this don’t you, filthy girl?” He was barely able to grit out his words as he thrust his hips twice, forcing his cock down her already stuffed throat. “Like choking on your professor's cock don’t you [Y/n]?”

“Mhm!”

A muffled response as she tried to look up with watery eyes that flicked to him momentarily before she hallowed out her cheeks and began to bob up and down on his cock. Sinfully wet noises left her lips as she sucked on him while relishing in the grunts he made and the salty taste that was uniquely him. Her fingers languidly pumped the hot velvety skin while her lips were wrapped around his length savoring him while saliva mixed with cum would trickle from the side of her lips.

She would stop every so often to collect the slick with her fingers before flicking her tongue against the wet digits while eyeing Severus who groaned at her actions. He didn’t give her long though as a slight pressure from the hand on the back of her head would signal for her to continue. The gesture was not lost on her as she gave one last lick to her finger before diving down and greedily taking him back in her mouth.

It was an unmistakable divine sensation for Severus as he watched [Y/n] devour his length with fervor swallowing around it and slurping up his seed. To feel his cock being worshiped between swollen lips and the warm wet throat of such a sweet, desperate girl. Mmm no that wasn’t it. A sweet girl wouldn’t be on her knees getting her throat fucked by her professor. No, she was his desperate little,

“Slut.”

The word fell from his lips with a groan as she gave the sensitive tip a harsh suck before grinding the tip of it on the roof of her mouth for even more friction. This caused his already pulsing length to throb even more, warning him that he wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept up what she was doing. But he had no intention of letting her stop, she was after all his pretty little cock slut.

His impending release must have been sensed by her as her languid pumps became more firm, urgent, and steady. Her sucking had become harsher, messier, and desperate. And when he started to buck his hips up basically fucking into her mouth he felt his cock begin to pulse uncontrollably and grow harder.

The pressure that had been steadily bubbling in his lower body became an unstable churning as his balls began to tighten just like how her lips tightened around him. More of that salty liquid escaped from him into [Y/n]’s mouth and she happily swallowed it up while coaxing more out of him with each suck.

And he was unsure whether it was the way she took him into her throat and it constricted tightly around him with that final thrust or the wet sound of her choking and moaning around him. Maybe it was the sight of her, on her knees, disheveled yet expression full of bliss like nothing else existed in her thoughts other than his pleasure.

Either way, the feral sound that left him sounded almost inhuman as he bucked once more, one hand holding the arm of his chair and the other one forcing [Y/n]’s head down on him before he felt himself exploding inside of her throat.

“Mmmpph!”

Her cry was muffled as she buried her face into his lap feeling the warm spurts of cum coating her throat and trying to swallow everything he gave her. There was so much of it spilling into her mouth and with it coming at just a steady stream, she could barely swallow it all before she found herself having to pull away from his length with a gasp. Her sudden movement caused some of his cum to splatter on her cheeks and lips while leaving him groaning as his cock was met with the cool air of the room again.

Chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, [Y/n] adjusted herself so that she was no longer on her knees but sitting down as to give her legs a break. A momentary silence hung between them as they both tried to come down from the high of Severus’ release.

For him, it was no doubt the act of coming down her throat just like he imagined and for her, it was the thrill of the prospect that she had pleasured him well enough to do so. That was what she came here for after all.

“I think I got a bit too ambitious,” her tone apologetic finally speaking while giving him a shy look as if he wasn’t down her throat just a moment ago. It was absolutely maddening to him how she could be so filthy yet still carry an air of innocent demureness around her.

“Mhmm as you always are Ms.[Y/n],” Severus rumbled, a tinge of amusement present, as he reached out fingers grazing her warm cheeks lightly.

A soft sigh left her lips at his touch appreciating the gentle manner in which he was running his fingers across her features in contrast to the roughness just moments ago. As he pulled away from her, her eyes followed, noting how his digits glistened with wetness, no doubt a contribution from the both of them. He made that observation as well but only for a brief moment as he then lowered his slick covered fingers to trace over her swollen lips.

“Open.”

With no hesitation, she did as she was told, lips parting open, and eyes meeting his own glittering ones. The digits that were at her entrance had now found their way to her tongue pressing down on the slippery appendage before stroking it. Instinctively she began to swirl her tongue around his elegant fingers before closing her mouth and sucking on them just like she had been doing with his cock.

“Mmm what a good girl, already knowing what to do.”

A hum of apperception left his throat as her eyes fluttered closed, tongue flicking at the digits in her mouth.

“And good girls get rewarded [Y/n],” he growled before pulling his fingers from her without warning causing a whine to leave her throat. Yet she didn’t move and just looked up at him waiting for his instructions.

“Up, I want all of this,” he motioned to her disheveled clothing, “off.”

Not needing to be told twice, she scrambled up to her feet, almost falling over herself as she tried to stand upright to remove her clothing. This wasn’t missed by Severus and he couldn’t help the scoff that left his lips at how eager she was.

“Impatient little thing.” He muttered as he eyed her while she undressed for him.

That little demure smile played at her lips again from his teasing words yet they didn’t deter her as she toed off her shoes and then went to remove the white button-up blouse that was already halfway down her shoulders.

Chilled air hit her sweat sheened skin causing her to shiver slightly and goosebumps prickled at her skin as she tossed the shirt on the stone floor. Next to go was the lace bra that had been peeking out of her blouse since the beginning.

Making quick work of unclasping it and letting it drop to the floor as soon as her arms were free from the strap. [Y/n] couldn’t help the soft gasp that left her as her nipples pebbled in a painful yet pleasurable manner from the air. Her first reaction was to touch and roll the buds in her fingertips to grant some kind of relief to them.

But then her eyes fell to the older man who had raised an eyebrow, his eyes warning her that she didn’t have permission yet to give herself any relief. No, that was for him to decide and to bestow upon her.

She mewled pitifully as if she had been caught red-handed doing something he disapproved of and scolded by him. Dropping her hands immediately from her chest and hooking her fingers along the waistband of her skirt she was about to drag them off of her until,

“Wait.”

Like a deer in headlights, she froze in place, fingers still grasping her skirt as she obeyed him immediately though a puzzled look was evident in her eyes.

“Come here.”

Closing the small distance that was separating them she stood in between his spread thighs, fingers still holding the waistband of her skirt and roaming eyes that couldn’t help but wander to his wet length that was still exposed, semi-hard and now twitching against his lower abdomen. The sight made her bite her lower lip, cheeks warm with arousal and desire for him.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the touch of cool fingers wrapped around her sides and even cooler lips met the exposed skin of her lower stomach.

“Ah!” A faint gasp was replaced with a moan as one hand left the waistband of her skirt only to find its place atop Severus’ head.

Little noises left [Y/n] as Severus began trailing his lips across the expanse of her stomach, lavishing the warm skin with kisses and sucking on an area below her navel.

The way he ever so lightly trailed his fingers up and down her sides only barely touching the skin beneath it had her shivering despite the warmth of her skin from the arousal that had been building up from the very beginning.

A heat pooled into her stomach from the actions and wetness did the same in her panties as she looked down at him with lidded eyes. At this point, she didn’t know whether she wanted him to continue the soft touches that were slowly drowning her in the heat or for him to just take her in the rough manner she knew was going to happen.

If the throbbing in her cunt and the knot in her stomach had anything to say about it though, it would seem as if it wanted the latter. However, she didn’t have to think too long about it as he had already made his mind up about what he wanted.

In a blur, the other hand that had been on her waistband had been swatted away and replaced with Severus’ own fingers, and with one harsh pull, both the skirt and her underwear were now pooled on the floor beneath her.

Whether it be from the cool air, or some voice within her that suddenly wanted to chastise her for what she was doing, [Y/n] instantly found herself trying to wrap her arms around herself. This action was met with a harsh ‘tsk’ before her arms were yanked away from her and placed firmly to her sides.

“Playing modest, are we Ms.[L/n]?” His voice was rough in contrast to the gentle touches he had just been bestowing upon her just moments ago and she couldn’t help but shift shyly in place. “And here I thought you were going to be a good girl. Weren’t you the one on your knees earlier offering yourself to me?”

“No! I’m sorry I just-”

“Silence.”

Even though the words had come out in a hushed manner, there was a bite to his tone that had her whimpering and shutting her mouth while meeting his heated gaze.

“I don’t want to hear how sorry you are. All I want is for you to lay back on that desk and do as I say. Understand?”

Feeling very much like the scolded schoolgirl she was, a faint but prompt ‘yes sir’ fell from her lips. She was quick to step over the discarded articles of clothing on the floor before walking a few steps to the mahogany desk that had been behind her. It had been cleared of all the usual items that resided on it which made it easier for her to hop on and gingerly lay down on the smooth wood.

From her vantage point, everything was upside down, her legs dangling off the desk while the rest of her was laid back on the cool wood which was a contrast to her own temperature. Furthermore, there was something about being fully exposed for him that made her skin tingle and whether it was because she had some modicum of modesty or not left in her she wasn’t sure.

Waiting for anything, or any movement of some sort from him, she became puzzled when there was just nothing as she lay splayed out on his desk. It was when she was about to try and sit up did she feel his presence suddenly over her, a hand gripping her hip and another that slid up her chest up until she felt fingers wrap gingerly right underneath her neck.

A touch that had sent her mind careening, her head lolling back in place, and her legs spreading to make room for him as she felt his body now hover over hers in a way that made her feel small yet secure.

“Mmm, that’s right,” he cooed out as dark eyes feasted on the sight of her all splayed out for him admiring the way her chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. Taking in the way her pebbled nipples stood begging for something, for someone to touch them, and pinch at the sensitive skin to relieve the ache that was running through them from both arousal and the cold air.

“So receptive to me as always.”

Fingers that had been gingerly wrapped around her neck withdrew and began to map a slow lazy path down from her throat until they found their home across her chest. They began tracing shapes right below her clavicle, tickling the exposed skin and causing a sigh to leave her parted lips.

Satisfied with her relaxed state, his fingers began their travel again, ghosting over the valley between her breasts making swirls against the skin before tracing them over her nipples.

A steady inhale had become a sharp exhale that morphed into an elongated moan as Severus squeezed one of her stiffen buds, sending a wave of pleasure down her spine as he began to roll the sensitive skin in between skilled fingers.

He took his time doing this. Moving his hand from one nipple to the other pulling, pinching, rolling, making sure each of them had their turn before he moved to massage her breast with gentle squeezes to each of them.

[Y/n] whose eyes had fluttered shut the moment he had begun caressing her chest found herself letting out breathy sighs from the touches intoxicated at this treatment.

While she had been there solely to give him some relief, Severus was never one to neglect her needs, always fulfilling them and doing so damn well at it.

It was maybe because she was so enthralled in pleasuring him that she had almost forgotten her own needs, not even noticing that his hand had disappeared from her breast for a moment too long.

Even when his fingers began to trace a slow line down her belly and she felt his warm breath against her inner thigh did she still not realize what he was up to until,

“Ohh fuck!”

The loud shout was accompanied by her back arching violently off the desk as if her body was a conduit for electricity and it had just been struck by lightning.

He had lulled her into a calm with his gentle caresses only to rip it away the moment he unexpectedly wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and harshly sucked the sensitive bud.

Shaking hands clawed at the table below looking for anything to keep her moored down while simultaneously trying to get away and closer to him. Compromise was made when one of her hands went to rest on top of his head while the other began to massage her breast alternating between the two just like he had been doing.

An animalistic growl left his throat when he felt her fingers run through his hair, yet he didn't make any motion to remove her hand. Instead, he continued to lap at the swollen bead smirking at the way it throbbed whenever his tongue flicked against it and how [Y/n] would keen loudly at the action.

Trailing his fingers up and down her damp slit, pausing every so often to press a finger just slightly into her cunt that would flutter at the intrusion. It was just brief enough so that he could collect the wetness that had been pooling inside of her before smearing it against her clit, soaking it even more with her essences.

A tiny whine escaped her lips along with her hips that bucked at this action, wanting him to explore her deeper with his fingers and stretch her out.

But he was having none of that and a scrape of her clit with his teeth had pain flooding through her veins causing her to freeze. Though even with the pang of discomfort, there was still a glimmer of pleasure that had her breath hitch at the thought of testing those waters again.

Swirling his tongue languidly around her clit a few more times, Severus pulled away for only a second before his tongue was replaced with damp fingers. Well, practiced digits rubbed small tight circles that sent sparks through the young woman, and a stream of moans left her as she rolled her hips in tandem with his touches.

Her mind was absolutely empty as she felt him roll the bud in between his fingers, giving it a delicate squeeze that had her body shuttering before moving on with his undoing of her.

Licking a few stripes along her cunt, his index fingers found home right on the edge of her inner folds before parting them open for him and admiring how the wetness clung against her lower lips. The mixture of cold air from the room along with his warm breath upon her flesh caused her cunt to throb even with nothing inside her. And from the sound of the chuckle that emitted from the man below her he had seen it.

“Look at how wet you are Ms.[L/n]. Who would have thought such a good girl like you would be such a cock hungry slut ?” He rumbled out teasing her folds with a few harsh sucks that drew a soft noise of agreement from her.

“And it’s all for me isn’t it?”

Her vision was unfocused as she strained her neck to look down at him from her position before mustering a nod and a breathy,

“All for you sir, only for you.”

Left her lips in a reflexive response before her head fell back on the table too strung out to do anything more than let him take control. A pleased noise left his throat at how pliant she was, and without a second thought, Severus pressed his mouth against her opening giving it a harsh suck before diving his tongue into her wetness.

The gasp that was ripped from her lips changed into a moan as he began to lap up the wetness that had been pooling inside her the moment she had gotten on her knees for him.

Like a man who was parched and had found an oasis, he began exploring her cunt furiously licking up the slick juices that were flowing from her. He let a groan leave his lips as the taste of her coated his tongue pulling back from her for only a second to admire the glisten of her heat before delving back in to explore her.

Over and over again he did this, swirling his tongue inside her before pressing his face into her cunt so that he could drink anything he gave her. The moans and rumbles he let out while he was sucking at her soaked petals had her letting out cries of her own as she allowed herself to be engulfed by the pleasure he was bestowing upon her.

So caught up in how good he was at eating her out, she hadn’t realized that she had started to grind against the mouth that was worshiping her. All she cared about was the burning in the pit of her stomach that was growing with each harsh suck of her cunt that turned into him swirling his tongue inside of her aching heat. She wanted more.

And more is what she got as Severus pushed two slick soaked fingers from earlier into her wet heat allowing them to slide in beside his tongue that was nestled inside of her already.

“Severus!”

His name tumbled out of her lips for the first time that night instead of his proper title at the sudden and pleasurable intrusion of his fingers inside of her. Her slip-up wasn’t missed by him because as her body stilled the moment his fingers slid into her, Severus gave her a light warning slap against her thigh with his other hand.

He could stop all of this, and deny her any more pleasure leaving her dripping and wanting, but there was something delicious about making her forget his proper title. Besides, he could punish her later.

With that, he began to curl his fingers inside of [Y/n]’s cunt as his tongue helped work her open and it was like she had come back to life. Her whimpers started again and became moans as her grinding became quicker and more frenzied. The hand that had gone to rest against Severus’ head earlier began to tighten its grip in his hair as she bucked into him.

Deft fingers along with his tongue began to delve in and out of her at a furious pace. A pace that filled the room up with sounds of her wet cunt being plundered by him and moans of ‘yes’ leaving her lips. Where his tongue couldn't reach his fingers could and the dual stimulation of something soft and pliable inside of her along with the more rigid feel of his fingers had her sobbing in pleasure.

In and out they went, when his fingers retreated his tongue would plunge into her, and when they left his fingers would bury themselves inside of her scissoring open the velvety warmth that was her cunt.

They stroked her, curled inside of her stretched, and searched over and over until they brushed against that familiar rough spot that had her insides clench around his fingers. He felt and saw the trembles that rocked her body as he raked his fingers over it again and then a shout of,

“Right there!”

Left her lips as he continued stroking that spot causing her hand that was in his hair to painfully yank at him. A snarl escaped his lips at her actions, fingers slipping out of her before landing a hard smack against her opening making her scream out again from the vibrations that spread throughout her lower body.

Grabbing the hand that was tangled in his hair, Severus pried it away and nearly slammed it down against the desk before diving back into her opening to lap at the flowing juices trickling out of her. As his tongue plunged in and out of her soaked hole the bridge of his nose would bump into her clit in tandem causing her pleasure-addled mind to blank out at the stimulation.

No thoughts were in her head other than him and how he was bringing her to heights only he could. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably, and she felt the burning coil in her stomach tighten in the telltale sign that she wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I-I’m going to, going to-”

The words came out stuttered and incomplete as her mind was spiraling and her hips were bucking wildly into his face. Tighter and tighter did her gut clench like a knot in a rope that was being pulled from both ends and on its way to unraveling.

She was nearly there, almost to the top her mind shouted as she was about to reach that pinnacle of pleasure that she had been chasing this whole time. Just one more harsh suck, one more calculated lick she was almost there, almost-

“No!”

A piercing wail was ripped from her throat and she thrashed against the desk as the man below her suddenly pulled away from her denying her that high she had been chasing. Fingers wrapped around her ankles and yanked her body off the table, and she all but tumbled into Severus’ chest with a desperate cry.

Her arms flung around his shoulders instinctively to keep her from hitting the stone floor barely noticing that in between everything he had stripped down to nothing but the white button-up he wore underneath his frock coat.

Another cry of protest was about to leave her lips as she looked up at him, but it was promptly muffled by his lips slamming against hers. She could vaguely taste herself on his damp lips as she felt an arm land around her waist and drag her closer into the deep messy kiss.

Moans fell like a waterfall as she felt his tongue swipe against her bottom lip, a silent demand for entrance. And like all the times before, she willingly parted them with no protest allowing his tongue to slip in alongside her own to caress the slippery organ.

Slick muscles tangled against each other in a passionate dance that had been rehearsed by them too many times. Her own swirling around his as if she was teasing him to chase her, and him playing the game just long enough to let her feel like she had a say in what happened. Because the roles would always reverse the moment he had trapped hers down to suck on it and hold it a prisoner to his lips.

Tiny whimpers left her throat as she allowed him to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue explore her mouth while stroking hers every so often. Her face burned from the state of arousal she was in and she hadn’t realized that her eyes had fallen closed throughout his assault.

Everything just felt so good, the throbbing in her cunt, the heat in her stomach, the way he took control of the kiss, and the way he would wind her body up only to keep her at the apex until he decided to let her fall. It was all so good, even if it made her want to cry at how unfair he could be.

With one last swipe of his tongue against hers, he moved down to her jaw placing a kiss along it before pulling away from her face. This reprieve allowed both of them to breathe but only momentarily as his hand suddenly came up to grasp both her cheeks in one hand squishing them ever so slightly with his grip. Tilting her face up so that he could look at her features that glistened with the sweat from their previous activities his eyes fell to lips that were swollen, pouty and slick.

“Open.”

The command came out in a dark growl that held no room for bargaining on her end even though it never crossed her mind to protest against his demands. Lips parted open instantly for him, and paired with her watery unfocused eyes that held unshed tears and desire she looked like pure and utter sin to him.

A shaky breath left [Y/n], her senses too clouded by arousal to think straight about what he was doing because as long as Severus was doing it to her, she didn’t care. So when he loosened his grip from her face and she felt the warm liquid that dripped from his lips coating her awaiting tongue, she couldn't contain the moan that involuntarily escaped her nor the shiver in her body as she swallowed. She then lolled her tongue out again for him to inspect the appendage and a soft noise left his throat as he praised her with a,

“That’s my clever girl.”

Before placing a brief searing kiss on her lips once more. He then gripped her shoulders in a bruising manner, turning her around to face the desk before shoving her upper body down onto it and positioning himself behind her. Adjusting a little so that she was propped up by her elbows, a sharp gasp left her when she felt the blunt head of his cock swipe at her heat, giving her a taste of what was to come.

He repeated this teasing action several times much to her dismay and to her pleasure. Gliding his length up and down her slit to coat the tip with the abundance of slick in between her legs. Lightly pressing it against her as if he was about to enter her but only enough so that she could feel and hear the sticky wetness of her folds being spread open for him.

Each time he would do it, her breath would hitch, and her stomach would churn with desire. Her hips would roll and push back towards him in an attempt and hope that he would slip inside of her. But it never happened. He would just pull away from her with a soft tut of disapproval before pressing the tip of his length inside of her heat, rocking into her just a bit before leaving her empty and wanting.

Over and over again he did this until she was trembling all over, legs shaking and forearms straining as she tried to keep herself upright. It was too much. She wanted, no, needed him to be inside her. To allow that heat inside of her to finally rush out, for the knot in her stomach to finally unravel. And she knew she could only do so with him inside of her filled up in a way only he could do.

“Please please please!”

[Y/n] sobbed out as he teased her opening with the head of his cock once again. Only pushing himself barely past her dripping lips before pulling out again listening to the sticky sounds her cunt made at the intrusion. A tiny whimper left her lips as she tried to push her hips back in an attempt to feel him in her again. But her only reward for that was a smack against her ass that stilled her completely as a few tears spilled down her face from the unrelenting burning sensation in her stomach.

“None of that [Y/n], ” he growled out as he positioned his length at her opening again this time holding her hips in place with both hands. “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want. You are my good girl aren’t you?”

Turning her head so she could look over her shoulder, she could barely see him past the tears and the angle as she nodded furiously at the question.

“Y-yes I’m your good girl!”

She stuttered out as she felt the head of his cock slot itself just barely within her soaking entrance once again as he taunted her with what she wanted. Squirming in place and finding nothing she could hold on to, the warm tears that had been unshed began falling in buckets as [Y/n] desperately began to wail for him to relieve the burning in her gut that had been traveling and radiating throughout her entire being.

“Please sir! Please just fuck my cunt need you so bad please wanna come on your cock I'll do anything for you please pleas-AH!”

With a snap of his hips forward, he silenced her babbles and buried his cock into her hole with a loud groan as her cunt sucked and coaxed him deeper into her. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, vision going white and mouth wide open as a muted cry left her the moment his cock plunged itself deep within her heat with no warning. She spasmed around him uncontrollably, and she could feel her arousal trickling down her thighs at the intrusion that she had been pleading for. For him to tickle the itch in the depths of her that only he could.

In that same moment of hazy lust, a string of groans and grunts left Severus as he felt her cunt squeeze him taking her first orgasm on it. He couldn’t help but think about how much like a debauched painting they probably resembled at that moment with his cock wrapped in her tight cunt as her juices spilled down it. Along with her pretty lips parted with eyes barely open if they were open at all. Such a depraved sight.

It was a fleeting thought though as he gave her little time to adjust to him before pulling almost all the way out of her before thrusting forward and filling her right back up.

Another cry left her, this time audible as shaking arms collapsed under her and she found herself practically laying on the table, with her mouth slightly agape as he began fucking her at a brutal pace. He gave her no time to recover from the first orgasm he ripped from her as the sound of wet flesh smacked against each other. Each thrust was met with wanton moans and mindless words of encouragement and filth that freely spilled from her lips.

“Such a filthy little cunt Ms.[L/n],” he growled out as he snapped his hips forward, rotating them a bit to cause a shout to leave her at the simulation. “But I’m the only one who can fuck it this well isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes only you sir! O-only you fuck my p-pussy this good.”

She could hardly get an answer out as her body began to push back against him in an attempt to meet each of his thrusts and to keep him from leaving her for too long. Her eyelids fluttered wildly as she went slack against the desk, her warm cheek pressed against the cool wood as she took Severus’ cock barely coherent as he began pounding into her ruthlessly. Each time he would slam into her a cry of ecstasy would leave her lips at the feeling of fullness and the way he stroked her velvety wall with each thrust.

The fingers grasping her hips began to tighten their grip on her as he dragged her towards him with each thrust. Soft pleas of ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ were the only things her lips could formulate as he buried into the deepest parts of her in a way that made her wish he would never stop.

Everything about this was so good, the speed, the pace, and the way he was interweaving a slight tinge of pain with pleasure as he would rub against her cervix with each thrust. So when she felt the weight and firmness of his body lay atop her causing his cock to stroke her g-spot and press deep in her she couldn’t contain the trembles that wracked her. The hot lighting that went through her spine and flooded her stomach with waves of pleasure that had her stomach clenching.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop please! F-feels good!”

Thrashing against the desk sobbing out as she was on the verge of just losing her mind as her cunt began spasming again in that telltale sign that she was close to coming. The sound of his grunts filled the air as he picked up the pace, feeling her cunt begin to squeeze him tightly, sucking him in as if it didn’t want him to leave.

Fingers that were holding her hips in a tight grip, released her and instead found their way against her belly stroking the soft skin before diving down in between her legs. The moment she felt slick digits begin to rub circles against her clit a shrill cry left her lips as she began grinding down hard against him.

“Fuck sir! G-gonna come please gonna come!”

Hearing this caused Severus’ to quicken the pace of his fingers tapping the bud before rolling it in his fingers. His hips moved at a punishing pace and he delighted in the sobs and babbles that fell from her lips as he pushed himself deeper.

“That’s it [Y/n] come on my cock, be my good girl and come.”

Squeezing her clit in between wet fingers along with one more well-placed thrust had [Y/n] sobbing out as she spasmed uncontrollably around his cock.

“Sir!”

A strangled noise left her throat as searing pleasure branded her and traveled from her abdomen down to her legs as her whole body quivered at the force of the orgasm being ripped out of her. Somewhere in the back of her blissed-out mind, she was thankful that as she was coming on his cock, he was on top of her holding her down, and anchoring her not only physically but emotionally.

Even with her nerves on fire from her ongoing release, there was no reprieve as Severus continued to fuck her through the intense orgasm she was still quivering from. Cock still dragging against her overstimulated cunt that squeezed at him welcoming the pleasure he was bringing even if it was tinged with pain. Yet she couldn't hold back the moans that left her as she felt his length become even more rigid in her. Or the way his hips began to stutter with each plunge into her that left his length soaking with her juices.

His breaths began to become shallow just like his thrusts and they both knew he was almost there. And she wanted it so badly, wanted him to coat her insides with his hot seed. Desperate to have it in her and making a mess of her cunt. Marking her as his like he always did.

“Please sir,” the words came out as a whine as she consciously began to clench around his cock each time he plunged into her massaging his length. “Come inside me, want to be full of you!”

A hiss left his throat from the combination of her words and the way her insides stroked him and it wasn’t long before his hips began to stutter, the feeling from earlier coming back in waves. It only took a few more drags of his pulsating length inside of her before a loud groan escaped his lips, and his eyes flew close at the feeling of his cum beginning to rush into the head of his cock.

With one more thrust, his hips stilled, releasing ribbons of warm cum inside her twitching hole and coating it just the way she wanted. A loud moan left them both as he held her hips close making sure that every drop of him stayed where it belonged, inside of her.

Everything was stilled after that. The only noise in the room was the sound of their heavy breathing as they tried to come down from their highs. Neither of them wanted to move from their spot, both spent from their releases and wanting nothing more than to bask in their highs.

It was Severus who was the first to regain his composure, grunting silently as he pulled his softened length out of her, making her whimper at the loss of his weight on her and how his cum began to seep out. [Y/n] on the other hand laid there for a moment longer, as she felt boneless and worn out yet thoroughly satisfied.

Listening to the shuffling behind her and the sound of a drawer opening, she let out a soft sigh when a gentle warmth enveloped her body cleansing the cum that had been dripping out of her. When the warmth of the spell dissipated, she was met with a soft material being wrapped around her enveloping her in his scent that comforted her and soothed her sensitive body. She felt fingers softly graze her back before a hand went to wrap around her waist to aid her in standing.

“Thank you,” her voice was quiet as she turned to look up at the older man while bringing her fingers to the edge of the teaching robe and tightening it around her front.

A hum left his lips in acknowledgment as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, and then nose before brushing his lips against hers once more and pressing a brief kiss against it. Pulling back he noticed a bemused look on her face as she went to rub her jaw and she didn’t miss the questioning look in his eyes.

“My jaw hurts,” she giggled out, going to wrap her arms around his waist and burying her face into his chest. A rumble of laughter left his throat as his hand rubbed her lower back holding her close to him.

“You were a bit ambitious earlier, silly girl.”

Tilting her head up so that she could look at him, a sheepish smile spread on her lips from his words.

“Well Severus, as long as I made you feel good like I said I would, it’s a bad habit I can live with. Don't you think so?”

“Hmm, If you are inclined to [Y/n] but,” he rumbled out, leaning down so their lips brushed against each other and eyes flicking up to meet hers. “I expect for you to only let me see those habits. Yes?

“Of course, only you.”

She whispered back as she went to press her lips delicately against his. Because what was life without a few bad habits?

A/N: 😀😀Well that was something!!! Sorry if the ending felt rushed, as again this wasn't supposed to be this long but brevity apparently isn't in my vocabulary and I had to stop myself.

I still hope that you guys enjoyed it and it quenched some thirst (and or just made you more thirsty for Snape because it did for me😫😫.) Thanks for reading and let me know if you liked it🥰🥰!!!

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Just one bite?

Part 5: pest control

[warning: cannibalism ofc, blood is mentioned, hints of forced cannibalism, hints of stalking, its bob :), !suggestive¡ NOT PROOF READ] It’s short

P.s. you and bob are dating now

Enjoy! <3

You and bob had arrived home. The sudden change of temperature, when entering the house caught you off guard. The both of you were drenched in snow, the cold water bleeding through your thin coat.

You excused yourself, informing bob you’d be in the bathroom, changing out of your soaked clothes.

“Yes please! I don’t want cha gettin’ sick again, lamb chops.”

He says, smiling softly as he removed his drowned jacket off his shoulders. You made you way to the bedroom, opening the door with a soft creak following along as you opened it. You bent down to shuffle through the drawers, filled with different colors of cloth. You picked a outfit to wear to bed, then headed towards the bathing room, throwing the clump of clothes onto the toilet cover.

Most of your shirts were missing so you didn’t hesitate to grab one of bobs shirts to wear to bed. Plus, you quite enjoyed wearing over-sized shirts. You heard bob entering the room, just from outside the restroom. You also heard the loud, roar-like yawn he let out. Poor thing must be tired.

You stumbled your way towards the sink to brush your teeth, but your brush wasn’t there. Again. How could you lose another toothbrush? You always put it in the same place. Maybe there are rats.

‘Ew’ you thought to yourself. You gave a huff of annoyance, you were very worn out from today. You just needed sleep. You nearly tumbled on the large shirt that was basically dragging amongst the ground.

Bob was sitting up in bed, with remote in hand. He was facing your direction. And the look on his face was a sight to see. His face was lathered in a red-hot tint, while his eyes were bathed in awe as he looked you up and down.

“I can barley find any of my shirts, and I don’t feel like doing laundry. . I Hope you don’t mi. .“ you were cut off by bob, nearly falling from the mattress.

“No, no, no! I don’t mind at all, lamb! I want cha to be comfortable, what kind of host would I be if I said otherwise??”

He says slightly quirking up a brow. You gave a kinder smile, taking light steps towards the large bed, while bob assisted you up. You got comfortable, lying your head onto his chest.

“Bob I think you have rats.”

You scrunched up your nose.

“Huh? Rats? What gives ya that idea?” He questioned your sudden assumption.

“They stole my toothbrush. Again!” You huffed, furrowing your brows.

Bob chuckled softly, fiddling with your hair.

“Don’t cha worry ,dove. I’ll get ya a brand new one by tomorrow.” His voice soft as velvet.

You shifted yourself, removing your head off of his chest and turning you body away from his. He gave a slight frown in the process. You lied your head down in the space between your crossed arms.

“I’m gonna hit the hay. Good night bob.” You yawned, shifting yourself a bit before finally finding a comfortable position.

“Good night.” His tone was low but tender. He lays next to you, his hands finding place on your waist.

Night time• 10:27

Bob sits up, wide awake. His glasses placed on the bridge of his nose. He scrolled through YOUR phone, as if he was reading a everyday book. Softly smiling at photos of you, and how happy you looked. He would kill just to have a happy photo of you and him together. He would kill to just have you all to himself. He found his way into your contacts. His soft smile turned into the grimace.

The stupid tramp that expressed his feelings for you had been texting you all night, non-stop.

‘Hey y/n I’ve been thinking about you’

‘Y/nnnn are you awake?’

‘I heard this new cafe opened up! Wanna get a drink there some time?’

‘Are you asleep?’

‘Y/nnn’

‘Doesn’t he know my darling is sleeping?’ He growled. Bob knows that idiotic boy doesn’t deserve such a beautiful, gentle creature. He thought of nothing else, but how to get rid of this twat. The annoying voice rang through bobs ears. His impulsive thoughts interrupted by your shuffling. A kinder smile is brought back to his face, his arms finding place around your hips, giving you a gentle hug. It soothed you. He gave a light kiss on your forehead. only soft, kind words left his lips. Easing you.

“I’ll get rid of the ‘rat’ sooner ‘er later. Then it’ll just be me and you again.” He purred, giving your hair velvety strokes.

Then a idea rang. He grabbed your phone. A spine chilling snarl took over his face. His eyes full of mania.

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“Hey dave.”

“I thought you were asleep!”

“Yeah, I wanted to ask something of you.”

“Ofc! Anything for you!”

“Do you know a place called grills n’ boys?”

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Morning• 10:00

You were rushing to get ready. being picky about what to where, and stressing over what time it was. You stuffed everything you needed into a unorganized bag.

You rushed into the dining room, fumbling to put on your shoes.

Bob took notice of your running back and forth. A tad bit confused on what you were doing, and where were you going. When he heard you tumble on yourself, he swiftly turned towards your direction, a spatula in his hand, and his arm resting on his hip.

“Are ya alright, lambs?” His tone was loud, and it was clear that he was worried.

“I’m f-fine!” You sighed in exhaustion.

“Lambs, aren’t cha gon eat breakfast?” Bob questions, tilting his head slightly to one side.

“I can’t! Getting ready!” You replied in a huff.

“What exactly for?” He shot you with another question. You continued the fumble with your shoes, ignoring his quizzing.

“For?” He repeated, his tone a bit more serious this time.

“To go to a small cafe.” You exhaled in relief, your shoes finally slipped on.

“By yourself?”

“NoOoo” you hummed.

“Please don’t say it’s with ‘Dave’”he cringed his nose.

“YeUp!” You replied in optimism.

“I’ll see you later!” Waving bye to bob, when you were stopped in your tracks. Bob tugged at your shirt, and had his hand wrapped around your arm.

“Don’t leave me by myself… please..” he whined, groveling at your feet.

“Bob I gotta go.” You attempted to kick him off, only for him to wrap both arms around your legs, falling onto your stomach.

“QUIT BEING A BABY, DAMMIT.” You squirmed, trying to free yourself.

“You can’t leave meee, lambs…” his pouting was akin to a child throwing a fit.

You finally managed to break free, rushing out the door and slamming it.

‘Weirdo’

-Time skip- 11:30

“Hmm welp, they said this is the place.” Dave looks up at the dim-lit sign that read ‘grills n boys’

‘It’s a bit questioning that they want to meet up here..’ he pondered around the ally that was near by, following the walls until he was behind the restaurant. He looked down at his phone, nearly about to die. ‘Aw I wish I remembered charged it. How clumsy of me.’ He suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He got excited. Though within each step they got louder and louder. Until a silhouette of a demon erupted out of the shadows.

“Y/n?. .” His tone was now in worry. His rosy smile was immersed with fear.

Scrape scrape

Was all that could be heard through out the thick brick walls of the shady alley. The person in red approached, hunger engulfed his blood-shot eyes.

“Y/n. . This isn’t funny.” He’d whimper, acting as if this was all some sort of prank. It wasn’t. This is where his blood will be stained.

One blink was all I took for the large man to charge at the pest.

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~Your prospective~

It’s past 2:30 and you friend had not arrived. Maybe he had other plans? He should’ve informed you though. To be honest it kinda hurt. He was one of your bestest friends. You got picked and prepped just for him. .

You decided to head home. Slowly opening the door, and immediately greeted by bob engulfing you with his large arms.

“Lambs chops! Yer back!” He said in enlightenment causing the small cloud over your head to turn into a ray of sunshine. You loved the big goof. You returned the hug and made your way towards the couch. You deserved some tv time. It was only two in the afternoon so news won’t be on until later. Meanwhile bob had already cooked you a meal. How thoughtful. He handed you your plate, while you mindlessly took a bite, you were really focused on the television.

“Hope you enjoy yer meal, lamb chops.”

“Mhm.” You said absent-minded, the juice of the meat falling everywhere on you and the couch.

Bob had frowned a bit.

“Doll your makin’ a mess!” He exclaimed, going to the table to fetch some napkins.

He wiped your hands down, and stuffed a napkin in your shirt.

When the mess upon your face grabbed his attention.he wanted to clean it up, but instead of using a napkin… He lightly grabbed your chin, guiding you to face him.

“Bob. I’m watching something right now.” You pouted, side-eyeing the tv.

Your pouting was put to a stop, once you felt bobs tongue graze upon your face. you squealed out of surprise.

“WHAT WAS THAT!?” He backed up to one end of the couch. You face bathed in red and embarrassment.

“I’m cleanin’ up yer mess.” He smiled softly. His hand caressing you cheek, ever so gently.

“U-USE NAPKINS, YA WERIDO.” You shout in abash. You were completely appalled by his actions. But he continued to ‘clean’ you nonetheless your weak pro-testing. You couldn’t deny it, you liked this side of him. Once finished, he gave a toothy smile of pure innocence. In which you didn’t buy.

“Maybe if ya paid any attention. .”

“I hate you.” You seethed.

“Don’t be hurtful, lambs! Be grateful that I was gracious enough to clean ya up!” He tittered.

You avoided eye contact, hiding your face filled with pure-embarrassment.

“Lambs.”

You didn’t bother looking up, but instead responded with a ‘hm?’ While munching on you sandwich

“I solved the ‘rat’ problem.”

“Cool.” You continued to eat, while he gave a flabbergasted look.

“That’s it?”

He huffed.

“What you want a cookie or something?” You giggled.

“I would like a ‘reward’.” He cooed, a sly grin emerged upon his face.

“No.<3” you responded, picking yourself off the couch, while he trailed behind. ‘Please’ and ‘why not’’s followed along.

Bonus•

Bob made his way into the abandoned home, dead and scratched up pictures of him hanging on the rotting walls. He look down at the slumped body of your friend. He brought a sickening smile to his face. He had nothing to worry about. Now that the pest was gone.

He has his precious lamb to himself.

My head hurts :)

Also thank you for reading!

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