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oikasugayama · 4 months

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Late happy new year!! First of all, I just wanna say that I LOOOOOOOVED ur akutagawa nsfw alphabet!! It was really in character imo especially cuz I've started simping for him a lot lately. Can I request an nsfw alphabet for Dazai??

Happy New Year!! Thank you, I'm so glad you liked it and I find it very satisfying that you thought it was in character!!! Hopefully I can do Dazai's NSFW alphabet the same justice :D

Dazai honestly kind of fucking sucks at aftercare. It's not that he neglects you or pushes you away or anything, but he does the bare minimum because he's already in shut-down mode after using all his energy to fuck you nice and good. He'll cross his ankles and lay back with his hands behind his head, grinning up at the ceiling and you'll have to roll over and cling to his side and tell him to hold you. He does it happily, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. “You were so good for me,” he whispers. “I can't wait to do that again.” It's nice but it's about all he does, letting you both fall asleep sweat-sticky and covered in cum. The showers in the morning are incredible, but the stains on the bedsheets are annoying.

His favorite body part is your tits. He likes that they fill his hand nicely. He likes playing with your nipples and making you whine. He likes just holding them and squishing them. He likes that he can look at them at absolutely any point in the day and they’re just pretty and nice and he can’t help it, he’s just a man, he likes boobies. He especially loves when you’re cuddling and you let him hold your boobs just for fun.

He’s an expert at making you cum on his tongue. He loves lapping it up and slurping it out of you and sucking it off his fingers. He doesn’t play that “it’s okay if I don’t cum” shit. You’re going to cum, especially if your past partners haven’t made you. He’s obsessive about his goal and he will pull out all the stops to make it happen. And when you go down on him, he sure likes when you swallow his cum but he won’t make you because he likes it just as much splattered across your face.

His dirty talk game is unparalleled. He’s a fucking demon. Part of what makes it so intense is that he’ll start it absolutely anywhere. It doesn’t matter if you’re at work, in public, with friends, on the phone, or at home in peace. If he wants to turn you on, or if he wants to fuck with you, he’ll use his low, calm voice and lean in so, so close. He’ll crowd into your space, slowly pull your hair back from your shoulder, tuck it behind your ear, and say something like “I bet Kunikida could use a lesson on how to eat pussy. Why don’t I spread you out on the table so we can teach him?”

He doesn’t talk about how experienced he is, but based on how skilled he is, there’s a good chance he’s had a lot of practice. He never confirms whether that’s the case, or if he’s just picked up all his tips and tricks through his vast study of human anatomy. If you expressed that it truly bothered you to not know, he’d confess that he’s actually not been with that many people and that yeah, he knows what to do because he studied extensively, but if you don’t ask he won’t tell. He likes to keep the suave facade.

His favorite position is pretzel (cartoon depiction). You both like how deep he can get in doggy, but he wants to see your face. Watching your reactions to what he does to you is his favorite part of fucking, so he found another position. You lay on your side with one leg in the air, he straddles your lower leg and fucks you from there--he loves it, he likes holding your leg and kissing it while getting balls deep and watching your eyes roll back as he fucks the deepest part of you.

He absolutely can be goofy in bed. Sometimes he’ll randomly stop all movement and start laughing, and you have to ask what happened, and he can have a range of weird ass responses. One notable one was “I don’t know why but in my head I just called my dick ‘my little dinky’ and now I can’t stop laughing.” He genuinely collapses on top of you laughing about that one and eventually once the laughing has subsided his hips lazily start humping you again and it’s so ridiculous and you just have unserious silly-talk sex after that.

Dazai honestly kind of hates hand-jobs. It’s not that he doesn’t like your hands--they are nice and soft and he likes holding them or having them roam over other parts of his body!-- but if he’s getting pleasure on his dick he wants it wet. Your mouth, your pussy, or even your ass if you’re into anal. He wants his dick in something tight and wet that he can cum deep inside.

He absolutely loves fucking in inappropriate locations, hence why he dirty talks with you anywhere he so pleases. He honestly needs a partner who’s a bit more respectful of appropriate sexual spaces than he is otherwise he’d do something ridiculous like sneak you into Chuuya’s office and fuck you over his desk just to piss off his old partner if he catches you in there. Actually, he’d really like to do that, now that it’s on his mind…

He jacks off a lot :/ He hasn’t had a partner in a long time and as much as he flirts with people he’s not actually very successful in pulling one night stands. This is why when he has a partner he wants to cum inside of them rather than because of their hand-- he’s so fucking sick of his own hand. If he has to jack off one more fucking time he might launch himself off the roof. Please for the love of god let him cum inside.

He definitely has some kinks. He likes sensation play, he likes edging and orgasm denial, he can absolutely get into impact play if you want him to spank you. He doesn’t want to be degraded or talked down to because no matter how much it’s reaffirmed that it’s only words during sex, his brain tends to hold onto it and obsess over it. He doesn’t really like to degrade you either for the same reason; for his own mental health he needs the verbal focus to be filthy rather than insulting.

When he realizes he loves you, the way he fucks you changes. At first you’re having fun, he’s blowing your back out every night, he’s eating you out for so long and so intensely that you’re sensitive and sore for hours. When he realizes he’s in love with you, he lays you down gently, making out with you slowly and sensually. His hands move very delicately, tickling you and teasing you. He fucks you missionary this time, staying as close to your body as he can. His thrusts are slow and measured and he keeps kissing you, kissing your neck, occasionally moving down to suck on your tits before coming back up to say you feel so good and “fuck, thank you,” and when he cums he might accidentally whimper that he loves you.

His sexual motivation is mutual pleasure. He has a high sex drive once sex is a habit for him again (i.e. when he doesn’t have to masturbate to get his rocks off). He wants you every day and he gets whiny if he can’t have it. (The best time to dom him is when one of you has been away for a few days and he’s desperate to get his hands on you--push him down, tell him to shut up and do what you say, and he’s putty in your hands). Like mentioned before, he doesn’t play with that “you don’t have to make me cum” shit. He! Will! Make! You! Cum! Or! He! Will! Die!

Also as mentioned, Dazai says NO to most degradation. Once you point out that calling you a dirty little whore and a cock slut technically counts as degradation he’s like “okay, well that’s fine,” but he never allows anything like “you’re useless unless you’re being fucked,” because his brain stops after “useless” and it just makes him feel bad. Almost anything else he’d try. He’d honestly be turned on if you dragged the tip of a knife around his body (without cutting him). He’d think it’s hot to watch you fuck someone else (but he’d have to be tied up otherwise he’d get jealous and rip that other person off of you). He doesn’t want to fuck anyone besides you unless it’s as a threesome+. You have to be involved.

Dazai fucking LOVES GIVING YOU ORAL. Again, he has studied human anatomy immensely. He knows exactly what to do to make you cum. He knows how to move his tongue, where to move it, how fast, how long. He knows how to finger you at the same time to double or even triple your pleasure. He could literally eat you out until his lips wrinkled up from being against your wet pussy for so long. He definitely gets hard from eating you out and could rut against the bed and nut in his pants from making you cum.

He has no pace preference; he very much goes for what the day demands. Sometimes you’re grumpy or cranky and he’s pent-up and feels like brat taming and he gets you into bed and fucks the absolute shit out of you. Sometimes he’s overwhelmed with how much he loves you and he takes such sweet, slow care of you. It all depends on how you’re both feeling!!

Dazai will never turn down a quickie, though it always leaves him wanting more. If you both work at the ADA he’ll coincidentally run out of pens and offer to go get more from the supply closet at the same time that you leave the office to go to the bathroom--and then he’ll follow you in, lock the door behind you, and fuck you against the sink, hoping none of the other girls need the toilet for the next 15 minutes.

He definitely will take sexual risks. He’ll fuck you at work, he’ll ask you for a blowjob any time you pass a random alleyway, he’ll put your hand on his crotch under the table at dinner, he’ll try to finger you under your dress in the back of a car as someone drives you home. He’s a little horndog. He’ll also take the risk of cumming inside you even if you’re not on birth control--he insists you’ll find a way together to take care of any consequences but please please please let him cum inside it feel so good he wants it in you it’s so hot please let him please please please.

Dazai has a lot of stamina, thus why he can eat you out for hours at a time. He could start teasing you or making you cum in the morning and still drag orgasms out of you by the end of the night. It’s about pacing. He’ll have you bounce on his fingers, cum on his tongue, then he’ll fuck you doggy in front of a mirror and after cuddling you while idly playing with your nipples for almost an hour he’ll be hard again and have you ride him, and on and on and on and on…

What doesn’t turn Dazai on? He’s a simple man. You could walk into the room, flash him your tits, and his dick will literally spring to life. Just look at him and say “I want to have sex. Do you?” and his balls twitch. He likes when you’re confident and when you pretend to be a sweet little innocent thing for him to wreck. He likes you in clothes and out of them. He thinks it’s hot when you say something smart. He thinks it’s hot when you use your ability. He’s so smitten by everything you do.

He can be unfair as fuck in bed. It’s not even funny. Yes, his policy is that you will cum by the time he’s done, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to cum fast, or even as many times as he does. He’ll edge you for literal hours meanwhile he’s cum so many times he’s literally shooting blanks. He’ll edge you for so long and so intensely that when he finally says “okay, you can cum” and he flicks his tongue over your clit, you bust almost instantly. He was the Port Mafia’s best interrogator, remember? He knows how to make someone squirm and now he uses it to sexually torment you.

Volume: HIGH. He’s loud in bed and he wants you to be too. If his neighbors (sorry, Kunikida and Ranpo!!) aren’t sending him angry texts to shut the fuck up or buy them noise-cancelling headphones as an apology, he must not be doing a good enough job and he needs to up the ante! He doesn’t try to be loud, he just lets his body do whatever it wants, and what it wants is to moan and shout and yell. He makes you do it, too, telling you that his neighbors can’t hear it (lies). He loves when you scream after he’s edged you for so long. He wants your screams of pleasure to drown out all the memories of screams of torture that he used to cause.

The most out of pocket sexual wild-card that Dazai pulls on you is *dramatic drumroll* fucking you in Chuuya’s office. Yeah, after he mentioned it that one time he couldn’t stop thinking about it and so he dragged you to the PM buildings, snuck inside with you, found Chuuya’s executive office and started absolutely going to town on you. You’re honestly kind of scared shitless, but he reminds you that if he falls, the PM goes with him, and you calm down a little…until the office door opens, and Chuuya starts screaming at Dazai for being in here and also What the fuck is wrong with you, I thought you were kidding!! Wait, what? Turns out Dazai not only told Chuuya he was going to fuck you in his office, but he invited Chuuya to join and Chuuya jokingly said “yeah, if you can manage to sneak into my office with some hot babe I’ll tag team her with you,” and shit, here you are (o_o) [i wrote it, click here to read]

Dazai likes watching x-rated videos with you to get ideas. Sometimes the best way to find new positions or find new roleplay ideas is to watch porn together, sooooo… You know he never does work at home, so whenever he has his laptop out it’s gotta be time to cuddle against his side and watch porn like normal people watch reality TV. “Ohh, this one’s labeled ‘sex education’ and it’s called ‘top 10 best sex positions’.” “Do you wanna try wife-cheating-on-husband roleplay?” “I can pretend to be a plumber coming to fix your sink and you can coerce me into sex for payment?”

If you ask Dazai why he’s so obsessed with sex and why it seems to be the only thing he thinks about or wants to do with you, he’ll do some serious self-reflection. He just really desperately yearns for you, and for closeness to you, and he doesn’t really know how to fulfill that so he resorts to sex because the climax of an orgasm definitely gives him a wave of good feelings. Turns out, he likes sitting with you and having deep, serious conversations as well. He feels weird opening up about dark things in his past, but when you do it because you trust him, he realizes he trusts you too and tells you things he’s never told anyone. He learns that he can be close to you without sex (but he’s still a horndog, he still needs it).

Dazai likes fucking you to sleep. He likes imagining the little zZzZz floating out of your mouth when you’re still spread out on the bed, naked, sweat still drying on your skin, pussy still glistening with cum and wetness as your exhausted body makes you sleep after finally cumming after hours of play. He always tries to tell you that if you close your eyes after you cum, you’re going to fall asleep, but you never heed his warning and it happens all the time. He just lays with you and takes a little power nap <3

#ask answered #dazai smut #dazai x reader #dazai headcanons #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs headcanons #technically also chuuya headcanons #technically also chuuya x reader

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pinkanonwrites · 6 months

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Washrack Academy

Jetstorm and Jetfire have a lot of questions about humans. But you? You just want to take your shower in peace.

TFA Jetfire, TFA Jetstorm, and Reader, no ships but it's implied Jetfire has a little crush on the reader, human reader, non-sexual nudity, is it still voyeurism if it's mostly fueled by curiosity? probably, AFAB Reader with GN Pronouns, alien anatomy discussions

"You know, humans are being much more hygienic than Sentinel says they are being."

You rolled your eyes, hefting your small duffel bag further up your shoulder. "Yeah, well Sentinel doesn't know as much about humans as he thinks he does. Most people I know shower every other day at the very least. We aren't big fans of being dirty."

"But now you are being extra dirty!" Jetstorm loomed over you with a cheeky grin, running a huge metal digit over the top of your head. A slick of motor oil came with it, sending another disgusted shiver down your spine at the gooey sensation. "Bumblebee maybe needs to working on power steering! And not splashing human friends with drinks of celebration."

Being a human liaison representing the city of Detroit on Cybertron was already a job way outside of the normal parameters of your career, and the stress was leaving you pretty wired. But Bumblebee accidentally tipping an oversized can of motor oil off a table and directly onto your head while showing off just had to be the final nail in the coffin. In front of a whole bunch of big important Autobots and everything.

Now you were being flanked on either side by Sentinel Prime's personal squadron (a gig they eagerly volunteered for and a choice both you and Sentinel had little say in) as they showed you to whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of an army base locker room was so you could get cleaned up.

"And motor oil not to be damaging your fluffy organic fibers?" Great, now Jetfire was poking at your greasy hair too. At least he had half a processor to keep his igniters off while he did.

"It's called hair. And it'll only damage it if I leave it in too long. Plus, it's really bad for my skin."

"Good for it not to be doing badness to hair! Yikes for it to be doing badness to skin. So sensitive, little organics. Must be very hard!"

"You're telling me, bud."

"Here! Coming this way." Jetstorm gestured for you to follow him through a tiled doorway. The room beyond looked remarkably similar to the locker room you'd had in high school, though blown up to a cartoonish scale. "We have tiny washrack for mini-bot sizes. Maybe too big for you still, but is better than nothing!"

He wasn't exaggerating, the handles for the mini-bot sized faucets were still a good two or three feet out of your reach.

"Where do you even put your towels? Your soap?" You glanced around but failed to find any bench or wall divot suitably placed for setting your things down. "Is there anywhere I can set my bag?"

"Just be putting bag into subspace! Easy for peasy!" A small compartment popped open on Jetstorm's chest, and from it he procured… a metal scouring pad? A giant one, about the size of a large restaurant platter. If the situation weren't so incredibly absurd already, you might've gotten a chuckle out of the idea of a robot using a Brillo pad as a loofah.

"Yeah, we don't… humans don't have that." You said instead. Because this situation was, in fact, incredibly absurd.

Jetfire and Jetstorm looked at each other, mirrored expressions of visible confusion. Then, they both shrugged.

"Being a human…"

"...Is very difficult!"

"Look, just- can one of you hold it for me? Please?"

"For certain! I will be best at human wash rack supplies holder job! Be counting on me." You dropped your duffel bag into Jetfire's cupped hands and wrenched it open. Grabbing your various bottles of hair product and a large towel from within, you lined them up on the floor along the wall and hopefully just beyond the reach of the shower's spray. But as you moved for the bottom of your shirt to pull it off, you felt the prickle of two pairs of optics staring just a little bit too hard at your body.

"Are you two just gonna… watch me? You can wait outside, you know."

"We are to be protecting you from curious bots! And make sure you do not do the snooping or the wandering off." Jetstorm insisted.

"Are you gonna do that while staring me down? A little privacy, please." Was it ironic to ask for privacy in a locker room? Probably. But most people had the decency not to stare while someone was getting undressed.

Most people. Maybe that sentiment didn't extend to twelve foot tall transforming robot soldiers.

"Staring? Who is doing the staring? Certainly not us goodness bots!"

"No, no! We would never be the staring! Especially not at soft and squishy little human frame!"

Both brothers rushed to cup a servo over their optics, continuously asserting their supposed innocence all the while. You sighed, peeling your way out of your slick and permanently stained clothes and letting them fall to the ground in an oily heap.

"Well I don't know how it is on Cybertron, but on Earth staring at people in the locker room is what we call 'bad manners.' You two ever heard of those?"

"We will being so very manners-filled! No staring from us at you, big promise." Jetfire insisted, carefully depositing your bag into his subspace as he brought his other servo up so they were both covering his faceplate.

"Though do not be trying to do the sneaking off while we are look-away! That would be also called 'bad manners.'" Added Jetstorm with a cheeky thumbs-up.

"I'm not going to go sneaking around your base naked, so you don't need to worry about that. Now could one of you get the water for me, please?"

As Jetstorm felt along the wall and cranked the water to partial blast, you swear you heard him ask his brother 'But what is "naked" meaning?' The hiss of the showerhead quickly covered it, though, and you decided you'd rather focus on getting clean before you struggled to explain the foreign concept to the pair of ridiculous twins. The water ran just hot enough to make your skin tingle as you lathered your hair with shampoo, vigorously scrubbing the motor oil free from your scalp. It'd probably take more than a few rinses to get everything out, you'd have to ask Professor Sumdac to bridge you some more toiletries way sooner than you'd originally planned. Maybe Sari could pick some up for you on her next trip home?

But as you lathered your hair up for the fourth (maybe fifth?) time, you couldn't help but notice a quiet, metallic buzzing that could just barely be heard over the hiss of water. It paused and fizzed in a rhythmic pattern, not all too dissimilar from Morse Code. It would stop for a moment, before picking up again, slightly lower pitched this time. It sounded almost like… a conversation.

"If you've got something to say, you can say it out loud." You called them out. Jetfire startled at the sound of your voice, his own sounding slightly strained.

"What? But we are such quiet being!"

"You're doing that… that 'EM field' thing. Where you talk to each other with your brains? I've heard Bee and Bulkhead do it before. So, c'mon. What do you want to know?"

He clammed up, absentmindedly scuffing one of his pedes against the tiled floor. Jetstorm, meanwhile, had a sly grin growing across his faceplate. He raised his free servo up in the air like a student waiting to be called on.

"Actually, Jetfire is having a question!"

"I-I am not! Do not listen, brother is merely making funny joke!"

"No, no! Do not listen to him! Jetfire is very, very curious about human not having sp-MRMPH!"

A cacophony of metal on metal echoed through the wash racks as Jetfire tackled his brother to the wet tile, wrestling his servos over the other's intake to keep him quiet. Jetstorm grabbed for his brother's goggles and pulled him into a shaky headlock, even as Jetfire repeatedly kicked him in the knees with the flat of his pede. You scrambled to grab your towel, clutching it to your front as the two bots collapsed to the ground in an ear-splitting crash.

"Hey, HEY! Quit it! What the hell are you two doing?!"

Both of their heads snapped up at your tone, Jetstorm still looking mischievous while his brother had the decency to look a bit sheepish. He quickly pried Jetfire's servo off of his intake.

"Jetfire is wanting to know why humans do not have spike! You know, since he was doing the peeking."

"Y-You were also doing peeking! I know you were curious too!" Jetfire shot back.

"Maybe curious, yes, but you are obsessed! 'Oh, little humans are so soft and so squishy being! Why so warm? I want to be holding one!'"

"I am not sounding like that! You are making exaggeration!"

Jetfire seemed on the verge of tackling his brother again, so you quickly stepped in. "Okay, geez, look. I will answer one, ONE! Question each. And only if you stop hitting each other. That's it. I don't have the energy for this today."

The two bots awkwardly clambered back to their feet, Jetstorm looking down at you with a playful grin while Jetfire seemed to be looking anywhere but your unclothed frame.

"Brotherrrrr?" Jetstorm teased. "Would you like to be going first?"

Jetfire dignified his brother's teasing with a sharp elbow to the side, but spoke anyway. "S-Sorry to be peeking when you said not, but, um, do humans not have- uh, not have spike? Or is it hidden? Maybe not pressurized? If embarrassing you don't have to say. No biggee."

You furrowed your brow. 'Spike.' You don't think you'd heard any of the Autobots use that term before, at least not around you. Maybe it was a built-in weapon? Or some sort of specialized armor plating?

"I, uh, I don't know what a spike is. Sorry. Can you be… more specific?"

Jetfire let out a high-pitched sound, similar to heat escaping a tea kettle, while his brother only seemed to beam even brighter at his humiliated suffering.

"Ah, you know! Spike!" Jetstorm grinned. "Right here, above valve? Comes out like 'fssshh'? No modesty panel on you, so maybe just hidden away!" He made a bunch of vague motions in front of his crotch, and with a looming horror you started to catch on as he mimed the motion of something growing and rising up in front of his crotch plate. His modesty panel.

Holy shit they had robot dicks.

"N-No? No, I don't have a- a spike." You were doing your absolute best to stay focused on the conversation at hand, not think about… about the robot penis that apparently all Cybertronians had? "Humans, uh, most humans just have one or the other. The, um, the spike or the… the…"

"Valve?" Jetstorm happily supplied.

"Sure? I guess?!"

"Something new to be learned every day! Right, brother?" Jetstorm thumped his brother on the back with an open servo, while Jetfire was openly refusing to make eye contact with you. The temperature in the room seemed to peak by a few degrees, and based on the heat waves rolling off of Jetfire's body you had an inkling suspicion it was his doing, however unintentional it may be. "Anyways, my turn, yes? You said word 'naked'. What is 'naked' meaning?"

"Uh, y-yeah. Um, yeah. Sure." God, you did not have the mental fortitude to deal with these revelations today. "Naked just means you're not… covered up? Wearing clothes. There are some parts on a human that have to be covered in public, otherwise it's uh… inappropriate." Your only solace was that now you had some sort of comparison to make between Cybertronians and humans. "Like, you guys wouldn't walk around with your… your spike out? Same for humans."

"Ohhh…" They even had stunned realizations in unison. You'd almost consider it cute, if you weren't already so burnt-out.

"Yep, well, class is over. Can I please get dressed now? Preferably without being watched?"

"A-Ah! Yes, of course! So sorry! Here is things." Jetfire quickly fumbled your duffel out of his subspace, only for it to slip through his digits and hit the floor with a thud. Wincing, he turned to shove his brother from the room, calling over his shoulder to you as they went. "We will be watching door so no bots do peeking! Then there is no way we be seeing you naked, not even little bit! Seeing you in moment- but not naked! Just normal seeing!"

"O-Okay? I'll be out in… a bit." But they were already gone. Weird. Weird couple of bots. But hey, at least now you could dry your hair in peace.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Very bumpy landing, brother." Jetstorm couldn't fight his mirthful grin as he stared down at his spark-twin, who was currently sitting with his back to the wall outside the wash racks, knee-joints pulled up tight to his chassis and faceplate hidden from view. "I may not be seeing exact same appeal you do, but humans are verrrrrry entertaining being. That human especially so!"

"I wish to be offline." Jetfire lamented. "So awkward, very very uncool. They will never be speaking to me again."

"Do not be so downer, brother! They answer questions very nice, and do not even yell when you peeking at their array!"

Jetfire let out another pathetic wail. "Do not be reminding me! Me, caught peeking? Would rather scrub every rivet on Omega Supreme than be that embarrassing again." He slammed his helm against the tops of his knee-joints a few times for good measure, a loud, echoing clanking reverberating down the hall. "Why are little humans being so soft? A-And when covering self, why are little peeks of soft bits around towel so- so erotic?"

Jetstorm cackled, patting his brother atop the helm with his servo. "And to think, we thought being human is hard. Sounds like liking human is much, much harder!"

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers imagines #transformers jetfire #transformers jetstorm #tfa jetfire #tfa jetstorm #long post #my writing #maccadam #i love these doofy robots and their doofy accents so much #you have no idea how much fun they are to write dialogue for #sorry this isnt smut but i PROMISE there's more smut stuff on the way

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roseykat · 2 months

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can you maybe possibly hopefully write kitty reader with other members..? I'm more curious about your thoughts on hyung line

thank you anon! Here is hyung line and I might do a maknae line at some point to follow this one up.

(these are nsfw so read with caution)

I've mentioned Chan before with this idea but to reiterate, Chan can usually deal with her whenever she goes into heat - to a certain extent. He can tame her whenever she misbehaves such as by telling her off or setting up soft rules for her to follow - nothing harsh or drastic. But, my hard thoughts about kitty!reader and Chan are here x

Minho is a cat magnet and just has a lot of knowledge about them, their nature, behaviour, habits and whatnot. So when he and reader first met, and after she told him about her complexes to do with her anatomy, he just instantly knew and understood. There was no judgement whatsoever.

Now, Minho is physically articulate with how to 'deal' with her especially when it comes to her heat. He can't comprehend how exhausting it is for her to go through it and tries to make it as comfortable as possible and tends to her needs as much as he can - as much as his stamina can.

At times she wants to stop, to stop cumming whenever she needs to use dildos or vibrators to satiate her primal needs. Then again, Minho knows she can't help it. This is literally how she was designed. Now if it's kitty!Minho and kitty!reader, he would have her heats covered. He'd be able to handle them every day of the week, no sweat. He gives her his seed when she wants it - breeds her when she asks for it and would never get tired.

Changbin is a very observant person and every day that goes by, he learns something new about his kitty!reader. He discovers that she won't let others play with her tail, but when it comes to him it's fine. He knows that she likes being scratched lightly behind her ears and prefers to rest between his legs whenever they both get the chance.

Then at times, she can be so stubborn and doesn’t listen to him. Changbin notices that this is usually the case three or four days out from the first day of her heat to which he does his best track. She gets aggressive. Won't let him touch her, won't let him go near her space, becomes a bit irrational - but the second her heat hits, she’s all over Changbin.

He can keep up with her for a certain amount of time each day of the week and eventually gets worn out. But that still doesn't stop him from helping her. At the end of her heat, she's run to the ground and completely exhausted. That's when Changbin will pull out the best self-care methods such as running her hot baths, giving her massages to relieve her tired and sore muscles, feeding her well, and relaxing with her - all so she can come down from an incredibly tough week.

Hyunjin just loves, loves, loooooves teasing his pretty kitty!reader. He thinks she’s so cute when he does something annoying to make her hiss. For instance, he knows the most sensitive parts of her body, in particular her neck and ears, so sometimes he will just come up behind her and start kissing her neck to which she can’t help but submit to the feeling and starts melting in his arms. It’s in her nature after all.

In saying that, when it comes to her heats, Hyunjin is just as annoying if not slightly sadistic about it. He finds it interesting how antsy, clingy, handsy and horny she can get during the days where she has to claw at Hyunjin to fuck her. He makes use of her being in this state by overstimulating her until she’s crying and begging him to stop even though, anatomically speaking, she needs him to continue.

Every day throughout the week, Hyunjin has new ways of subduing her primal needs. On the occasion, he will use toys to help her. But he finds that making her cum himself, whether it’s with his fingers, mouth or cock, is much more rewarding.

#rosiewritesskz #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #bang chan smut #hyunjin smut #changbin smut

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ginkgo-phyta · 3 months

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I dunnu if I'm asking right but Spencer with injured knee who feels bad that his gf is taking care of him so much but he's horny and he's also kinda feeling shy asking her to take care of his lil problem but she ofc delivers.

On a side note: cane spencer drives me insane ok thank you <3

yes yes, you asked right!! what a wonderful first request THANK YOU I LOVE YOU hopefully this inspires more people to request pls pls PLS im actually begging atp. anyway, im so loving this request and tell me why i was thirsting over spence w/ a cane literally last night we’re on the same wavelength rn anon ilysm. i hope this piece satisfies you! i actually strayed a lil bit from the prompt, in this spencer doesnt outright ask. i hope that okay eeee but if you want me to do another where he DOES actually verbally ask, i would love to do that, too. fair warning idk if this is still a "drabble" LMAO its 2.6k words i couldnt stop myself, but here you go, my love :] i hope you enjoy

SMUT, afab!reader, description of female anatomy, oral (male receiving)

It’s some odd hour of the night, the sounds of a black-and-white film Spencer’s not quite paying attention to playing on your laptop intermittently gets interrupted by the hoot of an owl perched on a tree somewhere in the distance. You pay it no mind, engrossed by the inviting images flashing before you as you absent-midedly trace figurines onto Spencer’s clothed leg. The two of you were nestled on the couch in his living room, your head resting in his lap after triple-checking you would be far enough from his injury and that he was comfortable. Although he tried his best to repeatedly reassure you, his current shifting began raising your doubts again. Your fingers abandoned their dancing right above his knee as you pushed your body up, leaning your weight on your hands placed firmly on the cushion to crane your head and look at your boyfriend

“Spencer, honey, what’s wrong?” Your voice was warm and full of worry, the timbre washing a feeling of love and desire over the doctor's body, sending a shiver down his spine.

“N-Nothing’s wrong,” he started with a stutter, clearing his throat before continuing, “why’d you move?” you were vaguely aware of his eyes darting down before meeting yours again, but you waved it off, figuring he was just caught off guard. In actuality, Spencer was trying his best not to stare at your mouth-watering cleavage pouring over the neckline of your lounging shirt, deliciously pushed up by the position of your arms.

“I moved because you keep moving, silly. Is your knee hurting again?” Your hand reached out to resume their traces, this time ghosting the top of the ailed joint, your gaze moving along with it. “Maybe it’s time to put some heat on it, hmm?” you mumbled to yourself and before Spencer could even object, you were moving off the sofa and toward the kitchen.

As soon as you were out of the vicinity, Spencer’s head fell back against the couch with a soft thud, a groan of frustration rolling out of his throat. You had been taking such good care of him since his knee got shot last week, refusing to let him do anything by himself. He tried to stop you at first, but you explained to him how rewarding it was to you.

“I enjoy taking care of the people I love, Spencer,” you said with a serious look in your eyes, his face cupped gently between your palms, “I enjoy taking care of you. Please let me?” your words became quieter as your face inched closer to his. Spencer sighed at the feeling of your hands starting to card through his hair

“Okay, if you insist.” he sighed against your lips, finally giving in. The giggle his response drew from you drowned Spencer’s heart in ecstasy, and he decided he would simply return the favor some way, some time in the future.

That’s not what was frustrating him, though. It was how incredibly turned on he had been feeling the last couple days. The guilt of you having to take care of him, even if it’s something you wanted to do, prevented Spencer from touching you and he hated that. When it came to you, his lovely, kind, caring, thoughtful partner, all he wanted was to put his hands on you- sexually or not. Peppering your jaw with kisses, nuzzling his head into your neck, caressing your back as you rested on him, pressing his nose into your clit as his tongue delved into your folds; he lived for all of it. Even as you laid your head in his lap, he held back from massaging his fingertips against your scalp out of guilt and fear. He didn’t want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you, or pressure you into servicing him, if you will; even though he wanted it so bad and you were so close to his crotch it was making him crazy. Like a madman, he craved to touch you, to feel you. Your bare body pressed against his, nails scratching down his shoulders, your lips sucking his balls into your hot mouth, wet cunt spasming around his twitching cock. He knew none of that would happen, you reminded him as much after a check-up at the doctor’s office

“The doctor said no physical activity, remember? I can’t have you moving around, honey.” you said to him with a pointed look after the two of you had returned home where one kiss led to two, becoming deeper and more passionate. You pulled away before it could go any further and dutifully reminded him.

Since then, you mellowed down. Of course you gave Spencer massages wherever you felt he could use one, but you kept your kisses to pecks and made sure to stay on your side of the bed at night. Safe to say, Spencer was feening.

He shut his eyes tight and ran his hands through his hair, trying to compose himself before you came back into the living room. “Come on, get a hold of yourself.” he grumbled quietly, slapping his fingers against his cheeks in an attempt to drill it into his head. The sound of your light padding drew him back to the moment and you emerged into his eyesight with a tray.

“What’s all this?” Spencer let out a breathy chuckle, shifting to sit forward a bit more, as much as he could with his injured leg propped up on the table (on top of two pillows, as per your directions).

“Well,” you started after setting the tray down next to the laptop, standing straight to admire your handiwork and huff stray strands of hair out of your face, “I was in the kitchen getting the hot pack ready, so I put some snacks together. And then I thought maybe you could use some tea! It’s just an herbal tea I put together earlier- it’s mainly willow bark, but I also used some ginger and cinnamon. It’ll help with the taste while helping you heal, too!” you clapped your hands together in excitement, holding them against your chest like a giddy toddler. Spencer couldn’t help but laugh lightly, pride swelling in his heart, joy stretching a smile from ear to ear.

“I love you.” Was all he could say as he stared up at you.

You laughed at his dumbfounded reaction, lightly pushing his shoulder. “And I love you, too.” you smiled back at him before leaning over to hand the cup of tea to him, “I want you to get better fast.” you said matter-of-factly, this time duly noticing Spencer’s eyes fixated on your breasts. As you bounded over to the other side of the couch, you bit your lip as dirty thoughts of Spencer flooded your mind. Even though you’ve been doing your best in controlling yourself, you still missed him. A pout couldn't help but mold your lips every time you gave him a short and simple peck or you restrained your hands from traveling over sensitive parts of his body when massaging his shoulders.

You leaned back, body facing Spencer as you watched him sip on his tea. “How’s it taste, hon?” your voice had an unplaceable hint, causing Spencer to look over at you.

If he had taken a larger sip, the tea would have surely been spat out of his mouth as Spencer’s eyes met your figure. You were draped over the arm of the couch like a centerpiece, head tilted curiously to the side as your fingers played with the buttons of your thin satin shirt, a couple more popped open than before. He could see the edging of lace peeking out, beckoning to him, the shape of your pearled nipples begging to be free from their restraints. Spencer’s dick twitched in his pants.

“U-um,” he stuttered, shakingly putting the cup back on the table and averting his gaze from you. Spencer wiped his hands on his thighs, “G-good. It-” an audible gulp pierces his sentence, “Yeah, it’s nice.” He tries to lean back and focus on the movie still playing in front of him, but your movement from the corner of his eye has a grip on his attention.

You basically crawl over to him, the leather couch creaking as you settle as close to his body as you can. Side pushed against the back cushion, your legs tucked under you, knees pressing against Spencer’s thigh. He begins to squirm, trying to ignore the tent growing in his pants- but you don’t.

“Oh, baby,” you rasped seductively, one hand reaching out to press against his thigh, the other tucking his long hair behind his ear, “do you need me to take care of you?”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, the feeling of your hand so close to his crotch immediately caused his eyelids to drop close. The beginnings of a whimper bubbled up in the back of his throat, but he contained it. He didn’t trust himself to speak, residing to vigorously shaking his head.

“No?” you demurred with a quirk of a brow, fingers waltzing over to graze his hardening cock, “It doesn’t seem like that’s true.” you lean closer to him, breasts pressing against his arm as you whisper against the shell of his ear. “It’s okay, baby, you can tell me.”

Against his wishes, the whimper broke free from Spencer’s throat, sauntering like music into your ears. You hummed in delight at the reaction you’re eliciting from Spencer as his head rolled to bump into yours; his hands shoved under his hands, veins in his arms bulging as he tried his hardest to hold himself back. His bottom lip is trapped in between his teeth, chest rising and falling at a quickened pace to keep up with his ragged breathing as your fingers fully grip him, palm slowly grinding into his base.

“No!” he blurted out, “It’s okay, you don’t have to. You- oh! You already do s-so much for me. Besides, we can’t, you said…you said so yourself- mm-mhm!” a piteous moan cuts his sentence off and you can’t help but revel in it.

You think back to the conversation he references, shaking your head when you find a loophole, “I said you couldn’t move…That doesn’t mean I can’t still take care of you.” with a smirk you shift slightly, moving your hands to push at the waistband of Spencer’s plaid pajama pants. Before you could get it down even an inch, Spencer’s hands fly up to grab your wrists.

The way he crooned out your name had your eyes whipping to meet his, confusion welding your features, “You r-really don’t have to,” Spencer swallowed hard once again, but his voice was steadier than before, more firm, “I feel so bad, you’ve done so much for me. I…” a second passes as he tries to find the right words, “I feel so guilty for making you do this. I shouldn’t even be so turned on it’s wrong-”

You cut him off before he can go on, your hands moving to gently grasp both of his as you attempt to reassure him, “Spencer, you’re not ‘making’ me do anything. It’s not wrong at all. I want to- I want you. I miss making you feel good, baby. It’s okay to be turned on, won’t you let me help you?” One of your hands caresses his cheek, thumb shifting to trace under his bottom lip. “I’ll be careful, I know exactly how to make you feel good without you having to move a muscle.” Your once reassuring voice is back to dripping with desire as you whisper against the corner of his mouth, reeling Spencer in with ease.

He moans at your words, nuzzling into your palm and he digests your words. After a couple seconds go by, eyes flitting between each of yours to confirm your feelings, he caves in, “Please…”

His breathy plea spurs you onward and you make quick work of pulling down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free. The sight of his unbelievably hard, thick length hitting his abdomen was drool-worthy. Spencer sighed at the feeling of the cool air slicing the leaky head of his dick. He rested his head back against the sofa, watching you through heavy lids. You adjusted your position to get more comfortable before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his tip, looking up at Spencer to watch his face. “Remember,” you started with a wicked smile, a single finger drawing up the underside of his length, “don’t move, honey.” And with that you descended onto his cock.

Ideally, you would have taken your time, but you were a starved woman. As soon as the head of Spencer’s cock passed your lips, you were moaning. You couldn’t even look up at him as you usually loved to do, losing yourself in the feeling of his fat cock stretching your lips. You sucked him in, first working the top half to warm yourself up, swirling your tongue around the tip, pressing into his sensitive spot, before swallowing down the rest. Obscene sounds filled the fervent air of the apartment, the salacious music emanating from Spencer’s throat proved to be the icing on the cake.

His hands were balled up, one desperately trying to hold onto the leather of the couch while the other fisted the fabric of your shirt, knuckles pressed against your back. Spencer felt like he was ascending to heaven, each suck of your lips, lap of your tongue, moan around his cock, had whimpers and unintelligent pleas mumbling from his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes!” was the only coherent sentence he could form. He didn’t hold back, either, paying no mind to whether or not his neighbors would be awoken.

His head thrashed against the back couch cushion as the desire to buck up his hips heightened. Your palms pressing into the top of his thighs, nails digging into his skin, prevented him. Still, you deftly bobbed up and down his long cock.

“A-ah, please! More, more, pleasee!” he whined out, his entire body shuddering from the pleasure. You moaned in response, not waiting any longer to burrow down on him, his length reaching even further down the back of your throat until your nose hit the dense plat of curly hair covering his base. “Oh my fucking God” Spencer groaned, his hands flying to rest on your head, fingers tangling into your hair, but not pushing you down. You stayed there for a few seconds, nails grounded further into the flesh of his thighs, allowing Spencer to feel the way your throat contracted around his cock. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he breathed out, pushing your hair out of your face to look down at you properly. The view of you completely consuming him, eyes rolled back into your head, tears pricking the corners, brows furrowed in concentration as you fought your gag reflex and moaned around him almost had Spencer cumming down your throat right then and there. He would’ve, too, if you hadn’t released him from your mouth with a squelch, moving up closer to his line of sight, panting to catch your breath.

Spencer tried to thrust his hips up, but you held your weight down on him. “Oh, baby,” he whined out, cupping your face with both his big hands. You stared at him with a fucked out smile, chin covered in a mixture of your drool and his precum which you then wiped at with the back of your hand. “Please,” he whined, his splayed fingers pressing into the side of your hairline and your neck, “I’m so close. Wanna cum so bad…” he pulled your face to his and dove into to engulf your lips with his. He moaned into the deep kiss, tasting himself on you. Much to his dismay, you pulled away just a couple seconds later, leaving your lips against his to whisper:

“You wanna come in my mouth or in my pussy, baby?”

A/N: and, scene!! thank you again, anon, for being my first request, this was so fun and i actually finished this in one sitting just for you! anyone want a pt.2 where reader rides spencer??? wink wink :D also why do i have this scenario in my head when reader is absent-mindedly like...stroking spencer's cane LOL but it just turns him tf on cuz hes like omg i need you to do that to my dick pls HAHAHA

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid

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soapisahimbo · 1 year

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NSFW ABC - John 'Soap' MacTavish Edition

Here he is, our bar of Soap! I felt like I needed to get this one done before I could put my focus on the request I got with a reader with a kid, which will hopefully get done soon! I also have ABC's for Gaz and Ghost planned, so stay tuned, friends!

Contains heavy smut elements, so minors stay away!

As always, I hope you enjoy, and please tell me what you think and what you'd like to see more of in the future!

warnings: senseless smut, soap is horny for reader, hinted at female reader/female anatomy, detailed, mentions anal play at one point

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

He holds you close and tight, practically refusing to let go until your hearts have stopped racing and your breaths have returned to somewhat normal. Once you breathe in a deep sigh, he'll loosen his grip and lean back to take a good look at you. He'll cup your cheek and ask you how you're feeling, if you need anything, if you enjoyed it, and plants several kisses all over your face before telling you he loves you and how good that was.

You'll take to caressing him and checking in on him as well, telling him how much you love it when he takes you like that, when he moves that way that you like, or when the two of you hold each other like this. He doesn't say it out loud, but he loves it when you cradle his head to your chest after a particularly steamy session. He wants to protect you, but you make him feel safe.

Once you've returned to your senses and you're starting to feel like people again, you get out of bed and into the shower, where you wash each other off. He insists that he can help himself and that you should let him focus on you, but you remind him that you want to, and he simply sighs before giving you a deep, loving kiss and turns to let you scrub him.

He can't go for long without teasing you however, pinching and groping and chuckling boyishly at your playful glares. Depending on how you let it play out and how much further you let his hands wander, he might have you up against the wall for another round.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Johnny's a confident man; he knows for a fact that he's good-looking, and he takes excellent care of himself, both hygiene and health-wise. Doesn't really favour one part of his body more than any other, although he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of his dick. He knows how to make good use of it, and he makes sure to. You almost hate to admit that his confidence is well-earned, and if you ever said it out loud, he'd never let you live it down. But if you had a specific body part of his that you were particularly fond of, for whatever reason, it'd automatically become his favourite as well.

He loves any and all of your weak spots - any point on your body that he can touch and kiss that will make you shiver and moan. He also has a incredibly deep and just pure fondness of your arms and hands simply because he loves being touched by you and having them wrapped around him in any situation, be it sexual, romantic, domestic or just in passing. You make him feel warm and strong when you hug him.

But he is also an unabashed ass-man. He makes sure to keep at least one hand on your hips at all times, or he slips a hand into your back pocket whenever he gets the chance. And he can't just give you a discreet little squeeze, no no; when he grabs you, he goes for the handful. Even more so during sex - likes to take you from behind solely so that he can get a nice view of your ass, and likes to bend you over surfaces just to kneel down behind you and grope and bite on your cheeks. He grins and calls it his natural instinct, you call it an unhealthy obsession. You can't bring yourself to stop him, though.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

He likes the idea of a quick and easy clean-up, but it rarely actually turns out that way. Using a condom helps a lot, but the desire to feel you, to taste you and to cum in you usually far outweighs any attempt of keeping the mess to a minimum. He can't deny that watching it leak out of you does something to him, and he'll more than happily indulge in it if he knows that you don't have any plans later in the day or in the morning, or if you're in the shower where it can easily be washed away. Despite his Catholic upbringing, this man is quite the devil - he's the type to finger his cum back into you and watch it drip down his fingers.

He likes cumming on your tummy and thighs a bit more than he'd like to admit, but he's quick to clean it off of you once he's admired it. As hot as he thinks it is, he doesn't want to leave it on you for too long because he knows that the sticky feeling isn't all that comfortable. Has to fight the urge to lick it up and kiss it into your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

He watched you spar with Ghost, and for some reason, it sent his mind down an odd path. It was specifically the way Ghost had you pinned on your back, his forearm pressing down on your chest and his hips between your thighs. While still in this position, he started to give you some pointers in how to take down someone his size, both of you sweating and breathing heavily. To you, this was just a training session as any other.

After you were done sparring, even days after, John couldn't get that image out of his head for some reason, and he couldn't figure out why. He'd watch the two of you spar several other times, and every time one of you managed to pin the other down, it garnered a strange sensation in his lower abdomen.

He had fucked you dumb after each session, and you thought it was because he found some sort of enjoyment in watching you wrestle - and he did, in part. But there was one specific time, when Ghost had you pinned once again, this time face down into the floor. He had one of your arms pinned to your back, the other above your head. You were bent over your own knees, with Ghost's chest pressing against your back, and Johnny could see how your hips nestled into his. This was just another sparring session - but to John, this was a wake up call.

He wanted to fuck you with Ghost. Or to take it even further; he wanted to watch Ghost fuck you.

He never shared this thought with either of you, but he'd find himself fantasizing about what you would look like nestled in between them - or pinned naked under his lieutenant - and the image has sent him over the edge far more than he'd like to admit.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

He's been popular with the ladies for a long time, and has definitely had a number of hook-ups and one night stands. He has always preferred to be with someone he has a deeper connection with, however, and would rather be with you for the rest of time.

He definitely knows what he's doing, but he doesn't take anything for granted. He's formidable, and wants to learn everything he can about the body of the person he's with; in this case you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

He has a number of favourites - doggy style, because he loves your ass, or prone, because he loves your ass. He also likes the way he seems to hit all the right spots to have you in absolute shambles underneath him. When in a more loving, intimate mood, he'll go for missionary, because he wants to look into your eyes and kiss you breathless. Might actually go for this one more often than any of the other positions for those very reasons; he's a lot softer than most people think, and he's weak for you. He feels like he's found his own personal piece of heaven when you wrap your arms and legs around him and would go on forever if he could.

If you push him down on the bed onto his back and straddle him, however, his mind is sure to go blank. He'll watch you with a gaze of pure reverence when you ride him, and touches you like you're a dream. If you want, you can give him the added bonus of watching your ass if you ride him in reverse, but he won't really have a preference when he gets to have you like this. This gives you the perfect position to boss him around a bit, too; if you tell him that he can't touch you and he needs to keep his hands above his head, he'll look at you like a kicked puppy, but will do his best to oblige if you promise to reward him. It won't be easy for him, though - he'll grip onto anything he can to stay in line, and has ripped a number of pillow sheets in his determination to stay good.

Once he's reached his limit however, he'll most likely grab you and pull you down until you're chest to chest, plant his feet into the mattress and fuck up into you like some kind of madman.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Laughing with you is practically part of the act. He wants you to be relaxed and at ease when you're with him - no obligations, no judgment, just a carefree, wonderful time between lovers. He loves sex with you the most when you have a big smile on your face. You've had each other in absolute stitches several times - like when he stubbed his toe carrying you to the bedroom or when he smacked his head into the table after eating you out from under it. You also love sending him into fits of laughter when he's trying to focus. Dumb jokes, funny faces, tickling each other, blowing raspberries on each other's stomachs - you name it.

Keep messing with him, though, and he'll clamp a hand over your mouth and fuck you until you feel like you've gone brain-dead.

If he's in a more serious mood, it's usually because he simply wants to love you, or he's missed you. Still wants to see you smile, but in this case it's usually out of affection rather than some dumb joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He keeps it very neat and trimmed, a bit like his mohawk. The individual hairs are a bit thin and wispy, but there's lots of it; it tends to get out of hand pretty quickly if he doesn't tidy it up regularly, so he usually comes homes from deployment with a bit of an untamed mess.

Has a fairly wide happy trail, starting at his bellybutton. Says it tickles if you run your fingers over, but his knees will positively turn to jelly if you trail kisses down along it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Despite all his quips and jokes and prods and pokes, intimacy is incredibly important to him. He wants you close at all times, and he's in no way shy with his love and affection. He has a bit of a tendency to turn at the drop of a hat - one second he's railing you within an inch of your life, the next he has you wrapped up in his arms and is mumbling all sorts of praises and sweet nothings into your skin. He'll wax poetic about how much you mean to him, how much he loves you, that he doesn't know what he'd do without you and how much he wants to stay right there with you forever; "If I died right here, I'd be sure to die the happiest man to ever have lived."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

When out on missions, he's usually cooped up somewhere with 141; more often than not Ghost. And the last thing he wants is to get caught jerking off by his lieutenant, or his fucking captain. He does try to sneak off whenever he gets the chance, but he's pretty sure that Ghost knows exactly what he did when he gets back. He's not exactly ashamed; he has urges, you know. But he can't help but feel a little bit awkward.

While on his own, though, and knowing that he's safe, he doesn't really hold any qualms with getting off. If he's got any sort of physical access to you, though, there's no way in hell he's jerking off - it's all yours, baby. How can he not give it to you?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Do you want to be manhandled by him? Well, he wants to be manhandled by you too. He'll grow his mohawk out so that you'll have more to pull. Push him down, grab him by the throat and take what you want. Show him; guide his head and hands to where you want them the most. Tell him what you want and he'll give it to you. He wants to praise you and be praised by you, wants to mark you and be marked by you, wants there to be undeniable evidence that you're his and that he's yours.

He's not really interested in any specific roles between the two of you; there's no set power dynamic. It's more like an ebb and flow. Sure, he'll pin you against the wall or bend you over or fold you in half, not because he considers himself to be dominant and you submissive, but because that's where the flow takes him. He's highly attuned to what you want.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Any surface he can bend you over is high on the list, because he's obsessed with groping your ass and spreading your cheeks to watch how his cock sinks into you. He loves the shower, because that's where he can get the messiest with you and easily wash it away. He also loves pressing his chest against your back to push you down and moaning into your ear because it satisfies that need of being close to you.

But that need is a strong one, and our Scot is quite the lover boy, so the bed, and to some degree the couch are where he wants to take you the most. It's where he can get the closest to you, and sink into the cushions and into you the best.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

John is an absolute sucker for touches and kisses, and he's particularly weak at the neck. Even if you don't intend to seduce him, even if you're leaving a tiny little peck at that spot underneath his ear just to be sweet, it sends him reeling. When you stand close, look into his eyes and run your hands over his chest, he feels like he's been set on fire. Stroke the skin on the ribs just under his pecs and you'll feel his heart racing. He'll never explicitly ask for it, but just touch him, please.

Anytime you dress up, you'll have to keep his hands off of you if you want to make it to whatever event you're heading out to. Tells you he just "wants to help", but the smirk gives it away every time. He pouts if you say no, but when you tell him that he can have you as much as he wants once you get home, he lights up like a kid on Christmas. He'll be impatient, though, but it's always worth it in the end.

He also gets a certain warm feeling inside from watching you and doing just the most domestic things with you. It gives him a sense of normality and safety in an otherwise not so normal and safe life, and sometimes it's just that alone that turns him on in a sweet sort of sense - knowing that he has time to spend with you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn,offs):

He will never humiliate you. The only words to ever come out of his mouth will be love and praise. He can be rough with you if you want and maybe wrap his hand firmly around your throat, but he'll never slap or choke you, and knifeplay and the like are a definite no-go; he deals enough with knives and guns and violence as it is, he doesn't need more of it in his private life.

Anything largely unhygienic is also off the list, anything leaning towards scat and stuff like that is NOT his thing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Oh, how he loves your mouth. When you talk, when you laugh, when you smile, when you kiss him and definitely when you take his cock in it. Any quips and taunts he might come up with will disappear from the tip of his tongue while you press yours to the underside of his dick and suck the soul out of him. The poor bastard can barely speak - his words come out in slurs, or break off in drawn out moans - and he can't figure out what to do with his hands, so they tend to flutter over your shoulders, your hair, into the sheets and the pillows. He eventually grabs whatever they happen to be near when he cums and holds onto it like it's his only lifeline. His abs tighten, his thighs shake, he moans out loudly and continuously, and he tries to get his breathing under control which does very little to help if you keep going.

As for you, pretty thing, you might as well add yourself to the top of the list of his favourite meals, because he sure acts like you are. There's very little stopping him once you give him the go, so you better buckle up. He's the type of guy to grind into the mattress or jerk off while going down on you, and he refuses to let you close your legs on him; keeps them spread wide apart and up against your chest so that you can't get away from him. Moans into you as if you're sucking him off, and he tries to maintain eye contact with you, but his eyes keep rolling back (so do yours, though).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

It's very dependant on his mood, and can switch without warning mid-deed. He's slower and deeper when he's making love to you, faster and a bit sloppy when he's needy for you, rougher and wilder when he's frustrated or impatient or you've riled him up. To be honest, you can probably play that man like a fiddle, and have a number of tricks up your sleeve if there's a certain pace you want. You might not even have to use any of them though, he knows you just as well as you know him - maybe even better.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Listen, he would much rather spend a day in bed with you to satisfy his need for closeness and intimacy, but sometimes there's just not enough time and he needs you, so he'll take whatever he can get. Whether it's bending you over the kitchen counter, or dragging you with him into a supply closet somewhere, whether you pull your pants down just enough to give him access to fuck you, or you get down on your knees to suck him off, he'll fucking take it. He'll want to return the favour, but if there's not enough time for that, he'll kiss you like a starved man and swear on his goddamn life that he'll make you feel good when he gets the chance to.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

He's not against experimenting, as long as it's safe, sane and consensual. He can sneak off with you in public places, and sneak a few gropes in when no one's watching, he can wrap himself around you on the dance floor and slip his hand down your pants, he can tie you up and edge you until you beg and he'll let you do the same to him - as long as you guys have set clear boundaries and make sure that nothing will get out of control.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

This man can clear an entire weekend just to have sex with you. Plenty of breaks, of course, but he'll go for as long as you let him. Can probably go a solid 2 extended rounds before needing a moment to recuperate, but if you're up for it, he's back on it after maybe a few minutes. The more rounds though, the shorter they'll be, but he makes sure to give it to you good.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

The idea wouldn't cross his mind until you either mention that you have a couple of trusty toys that you use while he's away, or he accidentally finds them. He, of course, won't be able to let this pass without teasing you about it, but his mind will instantly run wild with images of you. Naked and alone in bed, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him and calling out his name even though he's not there to hear you, and you can bet your sweet ass that he'll want to witness it. "Show me how you do it, bonnie, I wanna see."

He might ask you if he can take pictures or film you, or if you can film something for him when he's not there, but he won't press any further if you say no; he'll just pay extra close attention to really commit this to memory. Give him the chance to and he'll 100% make an absolute quivering and crying mess out of you.

If you suggest using them on him, he'll quirk his eyebrow at you at first, but he'll give it a go. Once you've made him cum all over himself, he's gonna want you to do it again and you can rest assured knowing that the two of you have just immensely upgraded your sex life.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He's a tease for sure, leaning in to whisper about how he wants you to cum in his mouth, or how he wants to spread your legs right where you're standing and fuck you stupid for everyone (or a certain lieutenant) to see. He might edge you once or twice, but that's only to make your finish that much stronger. Other than that, he's not really the type to withhold your pleasure, but he loves having you all hot and bothered. Will have a massive shit-eating grin on his face if he can get you to blush and squirm.

It's not that hard to give him a taste of his own medicine though. If you whisper the naughtiest things you can think of with the sweetest voice you can muster, you'll be able to pinpoint the exact moment his brain shuts down.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

He's loud and talkative in all manner of ways, and it's quite the challenge for him to stay quiet. Covering his mouth, or even gagging him, will do little to shut him up, and while it might be the only solution you have, it only seems to egg him on. He moans into your mouth when you makeout while fucking, and if you clasp your hand tightly over his mouth and press his head into the pillow, it just turns him on more. If left to it, he will not stop blabbering, throwing out a bunch of variations of "fuck yes", "you feel so fucking good", "you're so fucking pretty", "i need you to cum for me", "please, baby, fuck, don't stop" and so on.

He's just as talkative when the two of you are having a more intimate session, but it'll be more of the lines of how much he loves you and wants you, how happy he is to have you - "I swear, I don't know what I'd do without you."

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

He had made jokes about it, and while you could tell that there was some underlying desire behind them, you didn't really read them as anything other than exactly that - jokes. So when you're laying on your stomach in bed, minding your own business, and he suddenly sneaks up on you to tug your pants down, you don't think of it as anything other than your lover just being his horny self. You laugh and lift your hips to aid in the removal, and sigh as he begins kissing and nibbling on your buttcheeks. You notice, however, that he's licking a bit further in between your cheeks than he usually does, and so you glance over your shoulder at him and ask him what he's doing.

He looks you dead in the eye, grabs a handful of both your cheeks and spreads them. Then he slowly and deliberately licks a circle around that tight ring before gently pushing the tip of his tongue against it. It's all you can do but watch as he slowly but surely works his tongue deeper in, and while it might feel a bit foreign at first, you can't help but sigh into the pillows and let him have his fun.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

He's a bit of a "grower, not a shower" - 5 inches soft, 6 inches hard. He's also a little bit on the thicker side, enough to give you a little bit of a stretch, but not so much that it feels uncomfortable in any way, and you don't need to spend forever to warm up for him (not like he's not generous with the "warm-up" anyways). He knows how to use what he's got and he knows you can't deny it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

He may not be some wild sex machine, he enjoys the quiet and loving moments just as much, but there's a part of him that is always ready for you. Know that he will probably want you in one way or another at all times, but as said before, he's highly attuned to you and he knows when to step back. But if you're the one initiating, he'll happily go along with it 9 out of 10 times.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He wants the two of you to have cleaned up before knocking out, but once clean and tucked in, he'll usually wait for you to fall asleep first. It's partly because of that want of protecting you, but also because watching you sleep and having you in his arms helps him sleep as well.

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YUKARI AGAIN NO PROBLEMS

happy anniversary!! four years ago, after posting a couple of doodles on twitter, i decided to make a blog to post them on, and through some fucking miracle, that first ever post got some really good attention. and now, here we are, four years later, and i can actually draw something akin to human anatomy. wow!

so like. it's kind of been a big year for me! i said i'd draw something every week and i pretty much pulled that off. experimented. learnt about some basic sai functions. got more confident in my art... something that i want to try to dig into more next year, even if i don't keep up the weekly pattern

as i write this (the day before it posts), i've reached 1000 followers for this silly little blog. which is nuts. the idea of that many people liking what i do is genuinely incredible. of course, in the grand scheme of things, maybe 1000 isn't that many? i need to start shooting for 10k, clearly. even so, whatever number i have is spectacular, and i'm incredibly grateful that any and all of you like my work so much, whether it be the art, writing, or Posting. here's to four years of a silly little sideblog for a series i got into on a whim back in november 2019, and hopefully to at least another four (provided the website lasts that long...)

#touhou #yukari yakumo #occasional art #occasional anniversary #the truly sad thing is that now that i'm good at art i kind of can't draw the lil shapeblobs i used to. tragic

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megamindsecretlair · 6 months

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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 9

Chapter 8 Chapter 10

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. ANGST. FILTH. Cursing, oral (fem and male receiving), fingering (fem receiving), PIV, slight cum play, possession kink if you squint, pet names, referring to male anatomy as "he", Dom Sam, Hurt/Comfort, super fluffy towards the end. Sorry if I missed some!

Summary: You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you somehow managed to snag Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Sam wakes up with only ONE thing on his mind.

Word Count: 3,382k

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A/N: I am SO sorry this took forever. I missed yall LOL. Sam wasn't speaking to me and I went down some They Cloned Tyrone brainrot tunnels LOL. Boyega...mmm.. Anyway! Hopefully, we can more or less get back on schedule. Sam woke me and reader up on some bullshit! Could not concentrate at work because I was frothing to get this out. So enjoy this pure filth. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I love hearing your thoughts!

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A tight coiling in your belly forced you to wakefulness. You moaned as you woke up. The raspiness of your voice grated over your ears. Another swipe to your clit made you twitch with a hiss.

Sam moaned and kissed the side of your thigh. “Mornin’ beautiful,” he said.

His tongue swiped against you and you scrunched your face, unable to handle the sensation. “Sam?” You asked. But his heavenly tongue worked against you and you ended up moaning his name.

“Fuck, say it again just like that,” he murmured against your incredibly wet pussy.

“Unf, oh god, Sam? What happened to the go-ahead from the doctor?” You asked. Your legs were pushed up to your stomach. You had gone to sleep the night before in one of Sam’s shirts and your panties. He had groaned and said you weren’t playing fair.

You merely told him that it was encouragement. Wishful thinking for the clean bill of health from his doctor.

“Went yesterday,” he said. He licked you like you were an ice cream cone on the hottest day of the summer. Your hand flew to his head, pressing him closer. Now that you were awake, you felt everything.

Your body was like a live wire, responding to every lick and suckle. “Wha- fuck - why yesterday?” You asked.

“Couldn’t wait,” he said. His words were sloppy and slurred. You looked at him. He was devoted to eating you out. He moaned and returned to your pussy, flicking that sensitive little nub with his tongue.

“So why–?” Your body collapsed as you came, a slow unfurling of wave after wave of pleasure. Your legs shook and trapped Sam’s head in between your legs. He had pulled your panties to the side so he played with the damp material while you came down.

Sam wiped his chin on your thigh then licked up whatever remained behind. He grinned at you and you swore your heart stopped. “You do not know how fuckin’ long these two weeks have been for me,” he said.

“Didn’t you go a year before we had sex?” You asked.

“I have never felt like this with anyone else,” he said. He kissed your thigh and hummed. “Every piece of you I want it tenfold.”

You sighed and opened your mouth to say something. He returned to eating you out, suckling and running his tongue all over your pussy. He went slower, drawing circles. You gripped his head.

“Oh fuck! Sam!” You cried out. He felt amazing in between your legs. What a fuckin’ way to wake up!

You felt boneless. Your free hand flopped uselessly against the bed. Clutching the bedsheets and releasing it. Sweat gathered on your brow. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned.

The second orgasm rushed through you, setting off bombs within your body. Your body detonated, splintering you in tiny shards.

“That’s it, little one,” Sam cooed. “You’re so damn gorgeous when you cum. I wish you could see yourself,” he said.

You shook violently as you came down from this one. You pushed at Sam’s head. You were overly sensitive. If he touched you with that tongue again, you were not responsible for your actions.

Sam chuckled as you pushed his head away. He got to his knees and crawled up your body. His hands snuck under the shirt you wore and he plucked your nipples like a guitar. You hissed and jerked. His thick fingers rolled your sensitive nipples in between his fingers. He kissed up your neck, your jaw.

Finally, his lips slanted against yours and you sighed into the kiss. You ran your hands across his bare back. He was so damn scrumptious. Sometimes, you had to take a mental step back and pinch yourself. How the hell did you get so lucky?

Sam slipped his hand up the shirt, out of the collar, and wrapped his hand around your throat. You moaned, widening your legs so Sam could fit better.

“All I did was dream about getting back between your legs,” he said as he placed strategic kisses on your jaw.

Was this the same man from before he went on the mission? He seemed…so different. More in control. More settled.

“I know, you nasty ass. You were getting shot at and still managed to call me about getting back in here,” you said. You played with the edge of his briefs.

He kissed your cheek and flicked his eyes up to yours. “Wouldn’t you do everything you could to get back to heaven?”

“Shut up! Corny ass!” You said and giggled. But deep down, your belly flipped.

Sam kissed you, cutting off your giggles. He kissed you expertly, exactly how you needed to be kissed. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and you groaned. You whined when he bit down, tugging on your lip. You felt it like a tug in your pussy. You squirmed, fresh arousal gushing between your legs. He licked the sting away.

“I’m the nasty one, but you the one making a mess,” he said. His free hand that remained on your chest now moved south. He trailed his index finger around the outer parts of your pussy lips. You felt his hand swirl around your arousal.

“S-Sam?” You asked. You weren’t sure of your question. Sam only returned to kissing you, loving on you, while one finger continued to play around the edges of your pussy. He seemed like he was going to finally push in further and play with your clit. Perhaps dip his finger into the core of you.

He did none of those things. He ran that single finger up and down, getting to the outer rim of your entrance before retreating up and down your slit.

Your legs were shaking noodles. Your eyes were closed trying to process all of the different sensations. He was trying to kill you. Kill you with seduction. His hand squeezed on your throat and you moaned. You were sure he felt your clit throb. It ached. Bordering on painful.

A puddle formed underneath you by how wet you got. You lost track of time. Not caring how many hours or days passed as Sam edged you. Your teeth began to chatter as he made out with you.

“You okay, little one?” He mocked. Knowing fuck well you were anything but.

“Sam, please. Mercy,” you begged.

“Oh! You want mercy?” He asked.

You looked at him and nodded. You gave him puppy eyes, rolling your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Aww, poor little one. You think that’ll work on me?” He asked.

You gasped and he chuckled at your expression. He kissed his way to your ear. His warm breath fanned across your neck, tickling you. But you were too far gone to laugh. You were wound tight. Needing to cum but he wasn’t letting you.

“Sam, please.” You placed your hand on top of his, but he wasn’t letting go of you any time soon. It took tremendous effort to say those two little words. One touch, that was all you needed.

“So, which is it? You push my head away and now you want me to keep going,” he said. He hummed as he thought. His finger kept up his torture and every now and then, he squeezed your neck to make sure you were still with him.

He took his finger off of you and brought it to your lips. “Suck,” he said.

You opened your mouth and sucked your juices from his fingers. You kept your eyes on him so he could see the raw hunger in your eyes. You would agree to sell your left kidney if it meant he’d let you cum. He groaned watching you.

He dropped his head into the crook of your neck. He placed a sloppy kiss there. His tongue brushed over your pulse point and you jerked.

“I need…”

“Mhm. I know what you need. You gonna stop pushing me away?” He asked.

“Feel too good,” you moaned around his fingers.

“I know, I know,” he cooed and licked your neck again. Your legs jerked, wanting to close them, to get some friction. But he was poised in between your thighs and there was no way to close them. You were stuck, with no friction and a demonic man who didn’t want to let you cum.

He chuckled darkly. “Get these wet for me, I’ll stop teasing,” he said. He pushed a second finger into your mouth. You sucked on him like you wanted to do his dick. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his fingers.

He chuckled. “Keep on and see if I won’t keep you here forever,” he said. He withdrew his fingers. Wasting no time, he pushed them inside of you and you cried out.

“P-promise?” You asked.

He kissed you and pumped his fingers inside of you, pistoning them. Your pussy squelched loudly in the room. The wet smack only turned you on more.

“Don’t test me, little one,” he said.

He pressed his thumb against your clit and you came immediately. It was like he set fireworks off inside of you. You twitched, your body going boneless once more. Sparks set off behind your eyes, random flashes of light behind your eyelids. You were yanked from your body, torn from it, torn inside out, and put right back together.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous. So fucking pretty. Need you,” Sam murmured plenty of sweet nothings against your throat, kissing and licking around his hand still around your throat. You panted as you calmed down.

Your eyes stared unfocused at his ocean blue walls. You had no words. No rational thought in your head beyond wow.

Just a few weeks ago, he had you mumbling incoherently off of a few orgasms. You were approaching that limit and you weren’t sure if you could take more. Sam hadn’t even entered you yet. You felt rolling waves of heat radiating off of his skin. His covered dick strained against your thigh.

You licked your lips as if you could already taste him. “Need you, need you so bad,” you slurred against his lips. His tongue delved inside and you moaned at the mingled taste of you and him.

“I don’t think I could last that long, little one,” he said, his lips dancing across yours.

He set off a dangerous fever beneath your skin. You were driven mad with need. With urges. The urge to touch and seek and make him feel half as good as he did with you. You pushed forward, somehow finding the strength to move.

You pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him. You kissed down his chest, far too interested in getting to him that you didn’t want to tease. You didn’t want to play games. Your hands greedily pushed his briefs down, freeing his bobbing thick dick.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm. “He missed you too, girl,” he said.

You swallowed him down in one fell swoop and his hips bucked off of the bed. “Shit!”

You slobbered on him, getting him nice and wet before going to town on him. Sucking him down as you teased his tip. You braced yourself on his thick thighs and bobbled your head up and down, taking him as far down as you could.

Your tongue played with the head, juicy leaks of pre-cum filling your mouth. You swallowed that down. You were like a hungry gremlin, sustaining off of his moans and hisses and “oh fucks”.

His hands slipped into your hair, pulling you closer. Making you take him faster. “That’s it, little one. So good. Mouth feels so good. Oh fuck, show me you missed me,” he moaned.

Did he have no earthly fucking clue how much you missed him? Missed this? You, the girl who kept everyone at arm’s length, were begging for his company. Not in so many words, but…shit, did you need to prove it to him? How lonely these weeks had been?

Ariel was a godsend. But you had to lay up at night, worrying your guts out that he was in danger. You barely left his side since he’s been back, opting to stay over at his place longer and longer each night. To the point that he would chuckle and say it was too late for you to drive so you might as well stay over.

Did he not hear what you meant when you said he was yours now? There was no hemming and hawing. There was no going back on your word. He was it for you. You were ruined for any other man. You didn’t want anyone but him.

You poured all of that frustration and eagerness and feelings into slobbering on his dick. Your wet slurps were words you couldn’t speak. Your added hands to his shaft and balls were feelings you couldn’t name. Your hums and moans on his dick were binding ropes that you twirled around you two.

“I wanna cum in you,” he moaned.

Your pussy clenched around nothing hearing those filthy words. But you kept going. Kept working him. Kept reaching for every sigh, hiss, moan, and sound from that sexy ass throat. You wanted it all. You wanted him. You sucked hard and he unloaded into your mouth. His hot, pulsing cum splashed down your throat and you drank him down. Drank every last drop.

He shivered underneath you. You felt the muscles in his thighs bunch and contract. You released him with a wet pop.

He lazily got to his elbows and looked at you. His face was bunched as if he were mad at you. In a short amount of time, you were getting used to his expressions. Getting used to how he projected his thoughts onto his face. He did it on purpose, to let you in. You knew that he had to fight to close that side of him off while away on mission. You saw his face on the news.

This was not anger. It was like he understood what you were trying to do. The way you were trying to wrap him in your heart and keep him safe forever. The way you were trying to write your true feelings in the seams of his soul.

He took off his underwear completely, chucking it to the floor. He helped you pull off your shirt and motioned for you to kick off your underwear as well. He scooted up the bed and motioned for you to follow. You straddled him and he groaned. He was still hard.

He lifted you and then you sank down slowly onto his length. He stuffed you completely, bringing him home in a way you couldn’t put into words. When he was fully seated, he rubbed your arms, sides. The underswell of your boobs. He watched you as he did so, his head crooked to the side.

You relaxed more and more into him. You didn’t realize you were so tense. His soothing hands worked magic on your skin. Lulling you. You swayed a bit and leaned forward, resting your hands on his shoulders for balance. It brought you closer to him, your nipples rubbing against his chest.

It also put you at a new angle and his dick twitched inside of you. You shared a groan and giggled at it. He kissed you lazily, rolling his lips softly against yours. It was at odds at how he revved your engines earlier, you were getting whiplash.

“I’m right here, little one,” he whispered against your lips.

“I know, Sam,” you said. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He stared at you as well.

“I mean it. I’m right here. Feel me, touch me. I’m right in front of you,” he said.

You looked at him like he lost his mind. Of course he was right in front you. You felt his dick twitch every so often. He braced his feet against the bed and moved his hips, moving you along his hardened length. You moaned and bit your lip. You were so full of him and wrapped up in him. You circled your hands around his neck and he chuckled. He kissed your lips again.

“Baby, I’m right here. I didn’t die. I came home to you,” he said.

You reared up, leaning away. He wrapped his hands around your waist and held you against him. “Sam..”

Your panicked voice was new to you. Sam made soothing shushing noises and rubbed your back.

“Feel me, baby. Please. Don’t back away,” he whispered. He moved his hips and moved within you, letting you feel every slow glide of him.

You relaxed against him, putting your head on his chest. You touched him like he asked, running your hands along old scars, new scars, his thick biceps. His broad shoulders. Along his close cut fade.

You moaned softly at the way he moved, how amazing he felt. If only you could stay this connected.

“Sam,” you said. Tears gathered in your eyes. A knot of tension untangled from your chest. Each string slowly unfurled, loosened, and the relief was staggering.

“That’s it, baby. I’m here, in flesh and blood. I promise you, I will keep promising you that I will come home to you. I will never be where you can’t touch me. Where I can’t hold you. Where I won’t let you know every single day that I’m yours. I’m safe. I’m here.”

You softly cried against him as he pulled another orgasm from you. This one was soft, tender. An acknowledgement that he wrung anything he wished from you. There was nothing you wouldn’t give him. It should scare you. You’d known him a few months and only started this a few weeks ago. But you felt nothing but safe and supported.

You brought your head up and kissed him. He kissed you back. There was no hurry. Because he was right. He was right there, beneath your fingertips. You could touch him whenever you wanted. Feel the strength of him. Listen to his heart beat. Hear his breaths. Feel the wind fan across your neck.

Sam groaned, releasing his climax. You continued to make out, memorizing his soft lips. The way he sighed. How warm his hands felt against your waist and back. He rubbed your back and looked into your eyes.

“How you feeling?” He asked.

“How did you know?” You asked.

He smiled. “I know you. I don’t know how. But I know you,” he said. He kissed your cheek.

“I was so scared, Sam,” you said.

“I know. I’m sorry. Things moved so fast. But can you understand why I needed to?” He asked. He glanced at you, communicating too many things at once. You placed your fingers against his lips.

You smiled. Kissed his lips with your fingers in between. “I do understand why, Sam. I’m not asking you to choose. I know what I’m getting myself into with you. You’re a great man,” you said.

He chuckled. “You make me want to be a better man.”

“You already are, I promise,” you said. You put your head on his chest. You took deep breaths to smell him. To ingrain his scent in your nostrils. His heart thumped rhythmically.

It beckoned you to sleep. Sam would still be here beneath you all night if you wanted. You knew that in your bones. Unfortunately, you couldn’t fall asleep like that. He left you to get a towel and clean you up. You groaned about the huge wet spot on the other side of the bed.

“I’ll lay right there. You get some sleep,” he said.

“No, it’s okay. I made it,” you said.

“Aht, save your strength, little one. You’re going to need it,” he said. He tapped your nose and followed it with a sweet kiss. He climbed into bed on the other side, scooting against you and tucking you against him.

“Are you threatening me with a good time?” You asked sleepily.

“Got damn right. I got a lot to make up for. Some payback for you trying to suck the soul outta me,” he said.

You giggled and fell asleep to the sweet cadence of his heart.

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See I both love this and hate it. Love it because it’s very well thought out. And this so many details. But I hate it because realistically I just don’t see the show going to a 10th season so if they don’t actually get together until 9b, assuming the show stays at its 18 episode count, we’d get 9 episodes of them together and that’s it. And after all these years of waiting that is just… not enough time and would start to feel to much like a oh well it was the end of the show so what do we have to lose here ya go.

Maybe I would've agreed with you just after season 6 ended and the announcement of a shift to ABC. I might've thought then they don't have many seasons left but I've changed my mind about that over the last few months since they started heavily promoting season 7. ABC said that they want to keep 911 going as long as they can, and they even said they want to continue making spin-offs like Lonestar (hopefully better than Lonestar) in different cities in the U.S. That doesn't sound like a network that wants to cut 9-1-1 off after season 9.

I'm sorry but a network that approved Grey's Anatomy to have 20+ seasons is ABSOLUTELY gonna approve 9-1-1, their number one money maker right now, to have 10+ seasons. I'm fully expecting to get to AT LEAST season 12, and I'm being so fucking serious.

ESPECIALLY if 9-1-1 actually follows through with the groundwork they're setting up right now with Buck and Eddie. I'm not kidding when I say, if you feed your fanbase they'll keep coming back for more for the rest of time like a feral cat to your house after you feed them. Once people catch wind that buddie went canon, they're gonna be throwing money at ABC so fast that ABC just might approve an additional 3 seasons right then and there.

As for the second part of your question, no. I don't think the show would just throw buddie at us at the end to "throw us a bone" once the show's slated to end for real. If they didn't do that at Fox when they had a real chance of wrapping it up for good, they're not gonna do that with ABC. "What do we have to lose" doesn't feel like the right mindset here. If that was the case, they never would've had Buck come out in early season 7. That was their riskiest first step, and it paid off, and now they have proof that they have SO MUCH to gain if they actually explore these stories organically with enough time to feel satisfied. So, no, I don't think we're just gonna get them shoved into the end with no development.

And I also just think that this fandom and casual viewers/journalists too, vastly underestimate how much these writers care about these characters and the story they're telling here. Yes, I do think that some of the writers have shown biases (KR) and have made some missteps in handling storylines, but again, they're beholden to a whole chain of bosses and external circumstances. BUT I think at the core, this show WOULD NOT EVER have been so beloved by many if the writers did not CARE about these characters deeply. So no, I don't think the writers would just "throw" anything at these characters just to placate viewers unless they really think it's necessary or works for the character arc. Yes, that includes things like Marisol and Natalia or "Shoehorned in" plots. I think the writers do their best to do right by these characters to the best of their ability. And I think that's so INCREDIBLY rare both in the past and currently.

So yeah, sometimes the writers make mistakes or don't handle plots the best in certain circumstances but when it comes to the bigger picture I never once questioned that they care and want to give these characters the best they're capable of.

#911 abc #speculation #discourse?#idk this got longer and rantier than I expected #but I truly don't think these writers are as incompetent as so many people like to claim #there's a reason they're writing the biggest show on network television right now and the rest of us aren't

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witchie-writings · 8 months

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Okay so I've seen megatron x pet!reader, and i have been wondering how they would get tampons and stuff like that for the female readers

Ah, I was wondering when that question would appear in my inbox lol.

To start with, it would be very difficult to explain to Megatron what the human!reader needs when it becomes shark-week. At first, Megatron would be incredibly dismissive of their needs/attempts at explaining what their body is currently undergoing; he isn't up to date on human anatomy or their bodily processes, only knowing the bare-bones, but to him, that basic knowledge is enough. You're not dying? Then it isn't important to him. Only… it starts to develop into something quite important when his human pet begins to complain frequently about cramps, unable to move and perform their entertainment acts while being god awfully moody… is that blood coming from their private area? … That is foul.

Quick side note, Megatron isn't exactly disturbed or put-off by the blood? It's hard to explain; like, it bothers him but at the same time not, but it's organic blood, and that is just disgusting, so I'm not too sure. :p

Anyway, he would start to take their needs a little more seriously. First order of business is assigning a Decepticon to clean up the human!reader because Megatron will be damned if his pet sets one foot in his habsuite filthy and stuck in rancid smelling clothing. Secondly, he'll have Soundwave do all the research about this "period" his pet had mentioned to him before (that he tuned out) and to see if it's something that could be cured - he's immensely disappointed and downright irritated that no, it's not something that can be cured and only treated as it's the standard cycle for female humans. Likely Megatron will turn to Shockwave to resolve this issue… can't guarantee his pet will remain human, but it's the preferable alternative in his optics.

Until then, he'll dispatch some Decepticons to fetch what is required to help the human!reader tolerate shark-week according to the world wide web. The Decepticons aren't enthusiastic about being sent into human society simply to pick up some items for Megatron's human pet, especially since the ones dispatched are quite xenophobic (is that the right word?), but they can't exactly complain when Soundwave is tuning in to every word they dare mutter. So, begrudgingly, they rob the nearest store that has what they need in stock.

Try telling the Autobots and N.E.S.T that a squad of Decepticons raided a store and left with the entire collection of tampons, heating pads, painkillers, and whatever else they had fumbling in their arms. (Side note, Megatron is a little pissed off when he finds out that there's more to tampons and heating pads than meets the eye and he has to find the right ones in order for his human pet to stop being a disobedient, noisy bloodhound.)

With every item on the checklist acquired, Megatron would let his pet figure out everything. He's too busy to be wasting his time on such mundane activities; hopefully the human!reader can manage and organize all of the pieces of their care package while they're trapped in crippling agony.

And before I end this off, I can't state this enough that don't take this as Megatron actually "caring" for the human!reader. It's sort of like when a little kid won't stop crying so you'll end up getting them something to hush them up - and the fact that Megatron hates that his human pet is experiencing tremendous suffering but it isn't him causing said suffering. >:( He'll heal up the human or cure them of whatever plagues their body, but he'll go right back to torturing and throwing them helplessly on the display stage the moment they show signs of recovery. What a control freak.

#went a little more in depth with this one #sorry!#x reader #reader insert #transformers #transformers 2007 #transformers megatron #transformers revenge of the fallen #transformers dark of the moon #bayverse megatron #bayverse megatron x reader #bayverse #maccadam #transformers megatron x reader

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impofthegasstation · 9 months

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evgf, mostly trying to figure out how to draw the edgy whore of babylon form

uh. im gonna put more stuff under the cut i guess? iunno, au/headcanon stuffff

ok so, eve. eve is my favourite character in tboi so she's probably one of the most developed in my au, maybe even the most. lol

some basic info, her pronouns are she/her. she's a trans girl, she's around 16 years old and she's goth. emo? i imagine that she's an emo but it's the time where that term wasn't really popular so she calls herself goth. like ebony from my immortal, y'know? she's not as. girlboss though. she's very chill, calm. she's not easily annoyed at all, she's very patient infact! she's one of the older kids in the basement, so it's kinda needed she feels. she doesn't talk to others much, mostly keeps to herself. she can talk to others if needed though.

the reason why she doesn't really talk to others is just because she doesn't really want people knowing about her demon form cuz she's worried it'll freak people out and also because the WoB is very well known for being incredibly violent! fun. her WoB design is inspired by tentacled snakes, not too sure how well i did that tho…. here's a pic of one tho. they're silly little guys

the reason why i chose this creature to base my WoB design off is because 1) they're very silly and i like them and 2) in my au, eve spent most of her childhood in downpour! rainmaker is basically her father figure. she only left downpour recently, to try and figure out more about the other places. there's some important backstory stuff there but i don't really wanna say that rn

dead bird is a literal dead bird. he does move and talk somehow tho. he doesn't really have preferred pronouns because he's a bird but he mostly gets called he, so i guess use those! he is the only thing that eve stays around, mostly just because he won't fucking leave. she only met him recently, after leaving downpour. first thing that happened is that he flew into her face and now they're friends, yay! he's also aware of the fact that she is the WoB but. he doesn't care (fun fact dead bird was actually killed by her a long ass time ago but neither of them remember). his design will probably change? iunno, birds are super difficult for me to draw for some reason… i owned birds for ages but for some reason i do not understand the bird anatomy :(

that's all i have to say for now, hopefully this was fun to read? or something? i'm sorry if anything was difficult to understand, i am bad at wording

#the binding of isaac #tboi #tboi fanart #tboi au #tboi eve #tboi dead bird #tboi headcanons #?#art #my art #kinda nervous about posting me like. talking about the au lol #i dont like how i write #it's weird

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plushii-gutz · 2 months

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Alright, so as of right now, I'm brainstorming ideas for the infection/virus au. These are the concepts I have so far and will expand upon in the future

Fair warning for descriptions and shitty doodles of gore, injury, and body horror!

The Splitting Smile Virus

INCREDIBLY stupid name, which will HOPEFULLY change once I develop the virus more.

The Splitting Smile virus is thought to have originated on Cold Island, where the first few patients had been checked into the hospital for tweedle-pox like symptoms. They were quickly moved to quarantine and soon had to be terminated for the safety of staff members and other patients.

As time passed, the virus had spread amongst many other monsters. It is unknown what every method of spreading is, although some assume it to be contact of fluids. In an attempt to escape the deadly disease, many fled the island. This only caused those with invisible symptoms to carry on with the destruction this infection creates.

There are two known variants of the virus so far, although both share very similar stages and symptoms.

Variant A

This variant is the most common and can seemingly be caught by monsters of any kind.

At the beginning stage, the main symptoms present are fatigue, fever, headaches, and general ailments that one would commonly look over. However, one may also experience increased appetite, watering eyes, and visible rashes. These rashes are typically very dark in color, usually a muted tone of the monsters flesh color.

This stage is thought to be treatable.

However, there are still yet to be confirmed cases of the above statement.

The next stage continues with many of the above symptoms, though they are boosted. The aforementioned rashes resemble splotches of ink, visible lumps now beginning to emerge. These lumps are medium in size. A past study on a patient who had died at this stage revealed that, within these tumors, mouths had begun to form. The teeth of these mouths would begin to chew through the patients skin and emerge, causing irreparable damage and altering the monsters anatomy.

It is also to note that similar coloring as the rashes may be visible around the monsters original mouth if one is present. The skin that covers the monsters skull had seemingly shrunken, causing one to have the appearance of smiling. The eyes are described as dead, no longer able to blink.

As of this stage, the infected monster may no longer act as oneself or have moments in between sentience where they would act incredibly different. They are described as hostile, skiddish, or a combination of both. Speaking is no longer an option for these monsters.

There is no known treatment at this stage. However, some argue that there may be a chance.

The third stage begins when the mouths have fully emerged and continue to spread. The monster is no longer able to communicate nor have control over itself. Many have speculated that it now only has one goal; to spread the virus.

This stage is the most common in which a monster is terminated. They are incredibly dangerous and can survive in this phase for a very long period of time. The mouths continued to grow and deepen. In some cases, eyes begin to form as well.

There is no treatment for this stage.

The fourth and final stage is the death of the infected monster. As the mouths progress in growth, they begin to split the monsters apart; hence the naming of this virus.

For example, a mouth may appear on a monsters arm. As the mouth continues to grow, the top and bottom '"jaw" may disconnect, leading to the bottom half of the arm falling off.

Although injured, the infected monster will continue to attack/spread until it is simply unable to move, where it will then voluntarily die.

Some studies show that this phase has progressively been harder to reach for some cases, and it is speculation that the virus is still evolving to avoid the final stage.

There is no treatment for this stage.

Variant B

Variant B is almost exactly the same as Variant A. However, instead of multiple mouths, one giant mouth is present. Those infected with this variant tend to succumb to the damage far faster.

It is believed that this variant is primarily contracted by monsters with no visible mouths (ex: Cherubble, Clambles), although it is possible for any monster to become infected.

This variant is not as common.

I drew these things very quickly and in sunlight, I'm sorry for how low quality it is 💀

#my singing monsters #msm #msm au #plushii ponders #tw gore #tw body horror #tw virus #splitting smile virus #poor Mammotts dont last long

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aikoiya · 1 year

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Arcane Writing Prompt - Viktor With Counselor's Daughter F!Reader

For anyone who wants to give this a shot.

Viktor with a daughter of a Councelman fem!s/o from Piltover who he'd met as kids. She's secretly a magicborn on her mother's side with healing magic, but no one knows this, not even herself as her parents have kept this from her.

When her magical reserves are full, her magic gives her auto-healing, auto-regenerative, & auto-detoxifying abilities as well as a boosted immune system (she calls it her magical self-recovery), but the worse the damage, the slower the process of recovery.

Depending on the sort of food she consumes, she can heal certain things faster. So, once she's learned of her magic, she begins to study nutritional gastronomy in order to optimize the healing process. Things like drinking 3-bone tea (nettle, comfrey, & boneset) or bone broth when she has a broken bone.

But, she isn't really aware of any of this in the beginning. Though, she becomes suspicious once she begins studying medicine, but she has nothing to confirm it.

Anyway, she'd run off from her caretaker as a little girl, getting lost in the Undercity. She lived there for a week, essentially homeless, until she met Viktor who took her home to meet his mother. She lived with them for a month, becoming best friends with Viktor & Rio. Accompanying him to visit Singed & helping him with his gadgets.

Then, one day, the Enforcers found her & ripped her away from Viktor.

She cried for weeks because he was her only real friend.

Having learned what it was like living in the Fissures, she grew up to study medicine, biology, pediatrics, pharmacology, biochemistry, bioengineering, neurology, psychiatry, anatomy, biophysics (the field that applies the theories & methods of physics to understand how biological systems work), biomechanics (the study of the structure, function & motion of the mechanical aspects of biological systems), & biomedical engineering (which is the study of building prosthetics & other machines to advance healthcare treatment), in an attempt to someday help the Undercity residents have better healthcare, hopefully to find a cure for the Zaun Grey & to also hopefully build a better brace for Viktor so that he'll no longer need a cane, because she knows how much he hated that thing.

Is considered a genius of medicine & biology.

With musicology on the side just for fun because she loves music.

Even becoming something of a Zaun Independence Advocate & supporter of the Children of Zaun, starting up a charity with food & clothes drives as well as collecting learning material to be brought to the Fissurefolk. Has met Vander many times as he's usually the one who distributes the things she brings. They get on very well & he's always sure to show her his gratitude. Cried when she learned about Vander's death as he'd been a good friend to her & honestly more of a father figure than her own father had been. Got on well with his kids & Ekko, but only because they didn't know she was a Piltie at that time. Later becomes a trusted (secret) ally of the Firelights as she provides them with medical assistance, food, clothes, learning materials, medical supplies, & teaches whoever is willing to listen, first aid.

She is considered quite odd amongst the Piltover elite. An outcast. Think Belle from Beauty & the Beast. Her parents outwardly behave as though she were a disappointment while inwardly being somewhat secretly proud of her.

Then, one day in the Academy, she stumbles into a lanky man with a cane & very familiar dayglow eyes.

She's there when Viktor & Jayce make the breakthrough on HexTech.

See's incredible potential in HexTech for medicine, specifically in the realm of biomedical engineering & the construction of more effective medical machines which results in the invention of chemical centrifuges, x-ray machines, catscan machines, & other such devices.

Once HexTech kicks off, she & Viktor build a Susurrecorder, which is a HexTech device that produces sounds at a frequency of 25 to 150 Hertz to mimic a cat's purr, which she discovered is a frequency which aids in bone repair & healing. This, when put together with the Hex Crystal powering it, simulates low-level, gentle sound-based healing magic that gives listeners low-level health regen.

It was a success & is now used in Piltovan hospitals to aid in recovery.

She also discovered Alpha Waves, Beta Waves, & Delta Paterns. Alpha Waves peak around 10Hz. Good healthy alpha production promotes mental resourcefulness, aids in the ability to mentally coordinate. Beta Waves are the fastest frequency of brainwaves (13-40 Hz). They are responsible for focus, concentration & analytical thinking. Binaural beats in the Delta Pattern operate at a frequency of 0.5–4 Hz with links to a dreamless sleep. Meanwhile, 432 Hz frequency is ideal for use as a sleep aid as it is known for its relaxing, calming effects.

Later models of the Susurrecorder are built with a knob allowing users to switch between the Healing Frequency, a mix of Alpha & Beta Waves called Brain Beats, & a mix of Delta Patterns & the 432 Hz frequency called Sleep Tunes.

An even later model built specifically for hospital patients has the Healing Frequency with a switch to turn on Sleep Tunes so that both can be on at once to both aid in sleep while still allowing for increased healing.

Is Viktor's primary doctor when he gets ill (I hc that it's either Leukemia or Tuberculosis) which complicates things because doctors aren't allowed to be in relationships with their patients.

Maybe she also already had a crush on him to begin with, but didn't go for it because of the whole doctor/patient thing & if they got together before he was cured, she'd be forced to stop being his doctor & he might not ever get cured because of it? Maybe Viktor's the one to instigate, but it was while she was his doctor & she only turned him down because of the doctor/patient thing, but not long after curing him, she approaches him because, now, she's no longer his doctor.

She also makes the best & most effective medicines & half her stock goes to Zaun for dirt cheap while the other half goes to Piltover for higher than typical to compensate. It's only because her medicine is so effective that people in Piltover keep using her medicine.

She's planning to move to Zaun to start an independent practice to provide better Healthcare for the city.

Arcane Masterlist

#arcane #league of legend #female reader #viktor #viktor x reader #doctor reader #hextech founder reader #heiress reader #writing prompt

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saintchrollo · 2 years

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machi x reader. pillow princess!reader, stone butch machi (no ! bc canon, next). anyways this is a very specific dynamic. unbeta'd. im horny. minors do not interact.

it’s only after she steps out of the shower that machi sees your text. drying off her hair, she picks up her phone and freezes.

coucou i have sauv blanc (with me, for us) and i am incredibly horny so i am on my way i miss ur face and even if ur not In The Mood i miss You x

sent ten minutes ago. machi freezes, before setting her phone on the table. she curses the entire time she rushes through her after-shower routine.

the doorbell rings as soon as machi pulls on her boxers. she hastily throws on a random t-shirt before heading to the door. she takes a deep breath to act normal, because it’s hard to be normal around you. it’s hard to keep her composure when she’s near you.

she opens the door and has to take another breath. it works against her. you smell wonderful, soft honeyed ouhd that fills every ounce of her senses, that will hopefully linger on her couch.

“hi, handsome. i hope you don’t mind,” you say, with your suitcase next to you. “i came in late and i dont want to deal with my apartment.”

“uh, it’s all good,” machi says, grabbing your suitcase from you. “you caught me off guard.”

“well i was worried you weren’t home,” you say, entering the house, frowning upon noticing machi’s wet hair. “did i miss shower time?”

machi looks back over her shoulder. “yeah, ‘s why i didn’t respond automatically.”

“boo, i wanted to save water.”

of course you did, machi thinks. “how environmentally conscious of you.” her gaze goes sideways at your giggle. “you’re a freak, you know that right?”

“are you complaining?” you ask, taking off your shoes inside and already heading towards the shower.

“uh, no. where are you going?”

“i gotta shower, i’m sweaty and like a plane.”

machi sighs. “i guess.” she’s not really annoyed.

you give her a big smile. “don’t be like that. i’ll only be gone a minute.”

machi pours two glasses of wine before she lays down on the couch, just as she’d been planning. laying with her legs spread out. tv on low. grey’s anatomy, because you won’t stay too much about it, because you secretly like it.

it takes thirty minutes. machi can only tell because you emerge well into the episode. steam curls after you, and you're dressed simply. one of machi’s shirts keeps you modest up top, and a pair of her sleep shorts low on your hips.

machi’s eyes follow you as you move from the doorway of the bathroom to the living room. the way you so casually drop onto the couch, getting all up in her space. cuddle right up next to her.

instinctively, one of machi’s legs slides between your own.

“what are you doing tomorrow?” you ask machi.

“nothin’” machi says. she has plans to go to the gym, but they can easily be canceled.

“wanna fuck after this episode?”

your forwardness makes machi’s thighs involuntarily clench just slightly.

“your insatiable,” machi huffs. “but yeah. after this episode.”

you get bored of waiting. instead of watching the show, you watch machi’s throat, her collarbones and her face. her lips especially. why would you watch a show when there’s the most handsome woman in front of you?

your lips migrate towards her, magnetic, really absolutely not your doing. they slide against hers all to easily. it’s her fifth rewatch, it’s not like she actually needs to watch.

one of your hands cups her hair, acrylics sliding through her grown out mullet. the scratches cause her to relax, eyes fluttering shut.

they flutter back open upon receiving a sweet peck on her nose. your eyes are hopeful, glittering and filling every aspect of her face.

before you can even begin to tease her, and to get you to stop staring so intently, machi leans forward and gives you what you want. lips slide against each other, eyes slipping shut.

you’re carefully maneuvered into your back, machi’s lips still working intently against yours. without hesitating, your legs spread to make space for her. she doesn’t dare break the kiss. her fingers slide against the plush of your thigh, lifting it up and securing it around her hips.

you slide your tongue against hers, curling and swiping and sucking on her tongue until a choked moan left her mouth straight into yours. beaming with pride, your smile breaks the kiss and machi continues to suck her way down your jaw, paying special attention to your pulse points. the nips she leaves have your thighs quivering with anticipation.

“machi…”

“let me take my time,” machi reprimands. “don’t rush me.”

you whine and flop your head back down, stretching out under her so your back arches slightly, so your breast press upwards against hers. not one to be distracted, machi continues her way down, pushing her shirt up until it exposed your breasts, sighing in relief. she bows her head to plant her face between top ur breasts, taking a deep breath of relief which makes you giggle.

the giggles quickly turn to hitched moans as she begins to leave little hickies on the underside of your breasts, one of her hands slowly massaging whichever breast she wasn’t paying attention to. she loves the way the metal of your piercings click against her teeth, how sensitive you are with you pretty pierced nips.

her unoccupied hand quickly occupies itself. fingers gliding over your stomach, hooking under the soft cotton of your panties. she gently begins to pull the fabric down, lowing her head to leave lovebites at the newly exposed, sensitive skin.

you bite your bottom lip to suppress the little moans. machi eases your thighs further apart, gentle to keep you comfortable. her fingers sink into the gorgeous plush, eyes trained on the way little hairs begin to peak out of your underwear. the cotton barely contains you, and machi is perversely thankful that not even victoria understands her own secret.

you hook your knee over machi’s shoulder, lightly encouraging her. “she missed you,” you say.

“who?” machi asks. she knows. she wants to hear you say it.

“my pussy,” you pout. “everyday she was lookin’ for you.”

machi raises her eyebrow.

“she doesn’t talk to me like she talks to you,” you huff.

a self satisfied smirk sits at the corner of machi’s face.

“that’s horrible,” machi says, without an ounce of sympathy in her voice. she keeps a hand on your thigh, gently sliding it up and down until the muscle begins to tremble with anticipation.

she places kisses down from your knee to middle of your thigh, leaving little nips as she went. every bite brought a clench, made the wetness on your panties ever more evident. machi couldn't tear her eyes away.

two of her fingers slid under the waistband of your panties, gently sliding down around the thigh. the fabric was pinched between her fingers and her thumb. wet. it sends shivers down her spine. yours too, at how her fingers barely touch you.

you let out an airy, impatient whine, which machi subsequently ignores. she slowly, deliberately, pulls your panties to the side, stretching them to take a better look at your pussy. you weren't lying. you're wetter now than in any of the videos you've ever sent her.

machi can't help but dip her middle and ring finger between your folds, from your hole to your clit, purely intent on getting your essence on her fingers, which she brings to her lips.

she maintains eye contact with you while slowly pulling her fingers from her mouth.

"you taste desperate," she says, and you blush, heat encasing your body from your face to your groin.

"machi," you bemoan. "don't be mean."

she raises an eyebrow at you, while her hand lowers again, covering your pussy with your pretty panties again.

you whine again. machi meets with with a soft yet sharp smack to your covered pussy. it makes your thighs tremble and a high pitched 'uhn!' leave your lips.

"that's being mean," she says. "but you like it."

and gods it's embarrassing. you just nod and cover your face with the crook of your elbow, letting out the tiniest hum of agreement. machi's fingers hook under the waistband of your panties and slowly ease them off of you. she doesn't know why you bothered putting them on in the first place, if all that was going to happen was you would end up here, in her bed, naked.

it's almost normal.

machi disgards your panties to somewhere in the room, and lets her hands roam from your ankles, up past your knees to your thighs. with each inching movement she pushes your legs apart more and more, until you're fully exposed.

she could look at you like this all day.

"give me your hand," machi insists. and you blindly do. she takes it, hooks it around the back of your thigh, and presses it closer to your chest. "now don't move."

one of her hands finally freed, machi lets her fingers drag through the warmth of your cunt again. spreads your lips so she can see what she's been daydreaming about for weeks. your hole clenches at the exposure, and a dribble of slick escapes.

it makes machi smirk.

her middle finger glides from your hole, collecting the breath of slick, before swirling it around your clit. you bite your bottom lip and your hips scoot closer to machi.

she doesn't tease you for it. not right now. instead, she slowly slides her finger into your heat. you practically suck her finger in, and machi almost feels bad for how horny you are. especially once you start to gently cant your hips against her finger.

"baby, it's just one," she says.

you lift your head up to glance down at her. even sitting up on one of your elbows, it causes her finger to adjust within you.

"look at my nails."

machi tilts her head to the side. "you think that you can come from just one finger?"

"i don't want to come from just one finger," you huff.

very slowly, machi begins to move her finger inside of you. a simple, easy coaxing motion until she can slide in a second. "no? how many do you want to come from, then?"

it's unfair, because she asks the question and swirls your clit with her thumb, despite the expectation on her face. the quirk of her eyebrow.

"however many it takes-- it takes to make me feel good." the 'o's are drawn out, as machi begins to pick up a steady pace of moving her fingers in and out of you. they curl as they enter, actively searching for the gummy, coarse spot within you.

"i think you felt good with just one," machi points out, "but you'd complain if i only let you finish with just one."

your whines turn into little, punched out moans, as her fingers keep a steady, steady rhythm. she can feel as your walls start to tighten and doesn't let up.

"c'mon, baby. you gotta have the little one to have all the big ones later," she says, coaxing you closer to the first wave of your orgasam. she lowers her head, fixing her lips around your clit. the moment her tongue swirls around the enlarged bud, your hands immediately knot in her hair, pulling her closer. her fingers dont stop their in-and-out of your pussy, and the saliva leaving her lips from where they're sucked around your clit just creates more wetness.

when you cum, it's with a whiney moan, your hands scrambling for the bedsheets and her pillowcase, your legs straightening out and vibrating as the orgasam shoots through you.

even as your chest heaves and your thighs stop quivering as much, machi doesn't move. she simply slides in a third finger, involuntarily bucks her hips into the mattress and moans along with you. she continues her steady in and out pace, and the warmth in your gut grows. grows and grows more than you thought it could.

machi glances up at you, through her lashes and up your body. your head is tossed back, your breasts shaking with each inhale, tummy quivering. it must have been a long time since you've touched yourself, machi concludes to herself, just as your hip buck wildly off the bed and she has to release your thigh to hold your hips steady to not break her nose as the second wave of your orgasam rocks through you.

satisfied, machi pulls back and very gently rocks her fingers in that coaxing motion inside of you, guiding your high down as her movements become slower and slower. when she removes her fingers from you, there's a wet shlick that follows.

you breath heavily, eyelids barely staying open as you look down your body at machi. an unspoken agreement floats between the two of you.

machi is quick to lean up your body press a kiss to your lips, tweak your nppl ewith her cum stained fingers, and heads to the kitchen to get you a glass of water from the kitchen and the strap from her bedside table, unused since you were last over.

#machi x reader #this is an ode to my réponse to the when i get asked if i am single at work #‘i like girls that look like young m.a””’#there is something about having having sex with a butch and they’re just ……#SCREAMING INTO MY PILLLOW

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method of modern love (highschool AU! henry creel/gn! reader) chapter 2

chapter 2 - out of touch

chapter 1 here

(chapter namesake: out of touch by hall & oates. i love this song so very much :) )

*a/n: at end

*warning: profanity and animal violence*

“Alright, everyone,” Mr. Brown announced after calling all the names, “let’s group with our partners in the lab tables in the back.”

Reluctantly, you got up and made your way back, choosing the farthest table on the last row. You eyed Chrissy, who was sharing a somewhat small conversation with Eddie, she even laughed.

You felt this couldn’t fare much better for you, even as you eyed your lab partner, seeing him slowly grab his things and head to the back. It pissed you off even more seeing the slow gentleness in his moves.

He sat quietly beside you, adjusting himself, awkward silence filling the otherwise tense space. You both just got in the worst staring match earlier, how could you even start this off in a decent way?

“I take it you want me to go get the frog?” Henry’s voice croaked through the silence, surprising you, it was.. soft, docile. You expected something more nasally.

“If you would prefer it, yes.” You awkwardly replied, not sure how to respond since it was the first time you heard the otherwise mute boy’s voice.

“Alright, then.” Was all he mustered to reply, getting up to go to the front of the classroom where Mr. Brown was handing out the poor, dead, ammonia-doused beings. Watching his lanky form retreat, you could do nothing but put your head in your hands, wanting to gouge your eyes out in frustration. Hopefully, this wouldn’t be too hard to get through, you’ve fared through worse.

He was back quickly, frog cooped in his gloved hands, and he had an extra pair for you, also carrying the silver tray in his elbow and a soggy index card, suddenly dropping it all on the table. You immediately smelled the repulsive chemical smell of the frog, and put a hand over your nose, eyes squinting shut, “Yuck! Put it down slower next time!” Henry slightly rolled his eyes, which you didn’t notice, and organized all the things on the table neatly.

“Now that everyone has their frogs,” Mr. Brown started to write on the chalkboard again, “today we will be getting acquainted with their anatomy, no dissection,”

You saw Henry’s disappointment written on his face at this comment.

“However, we will be naming them, so take the index card, and talk it out with your partner!”

Oh great, more talking. You looked over at Henry, then down at the frog, when a smug idea suddenly crossed your head.

“What name do you think, Henry?” You hoped your smirk was undefinable on your face. He looked up at you in slight confusion at the mention of his first name, considering you’d never said it before.

“Well. .” He clicked his tongue, seemingly looking off to be deep in thought. But you interrupted his brainstorming with the devilish thought, “I was thinking, maybe we could name him, Henry.”

Henry looked at you with such disgust that it could’ve been laughable, but your “joke,” was nowhere near funny to him. Not after the events of this morning, but he decided to lean into your childish banter. “That’s quite cute, however, I was thinking more, (name).” You were shocked that he returned your joke back, with the fact that it was incredibly corny. Stifling another small smirk and laugh, you retorted, “I think Henry is a better fit, I mean, look at the poor guy,” sarcastically sighing, you added, “slimy, stinky, with big eyes.” What a middle school joke, you thought humorously after it came out of your mouth.

“I don’t think your jokes are very funny,” He looked at you with a small smile hiding slight anger, “but we will go with Henry then, since it best suits your tastes, hm?” You were surprised at his slight bluntness and more, his calmness with the teasing jokes, but you just crossed your arms, “Works for me.”

Henry went on to writing small bulletins in his notebook as Mr. Brown lectured on the chalkboard about the frog anatomy. Fuck, you forgot class was even going on, quickly grabbing your notebook out of your bag, cursing as you regret teasing Henry as it interfered with class time. However, by that time, the class bell rang, and you stared down at your empty notebook, sighing, putting a hand on your forehead. How could you be so non-observant?

Looking over at him as he went to put his notebook in his backpack, you suddenly stopped him, saying, “Hey can I copy the notes you took tonight? I’ll bring your notebook back tomorrow morning.”

He looked back at you, and simply replied, “No.” Getting up gracefully and walking out of class without a single look back, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded and fuming slowly with anger. Standing up, you aggressively grabbed your backpack and headed outside the class, where Chrissy stood outside waiting, holding one of her cute pink notebooks. She noticed the rather negative emotion written on your face and questioned, “(Name)? What happened, are you mad about the partnering?” You looked over at her as you both walked down the crowded hall, dodging people coming through, “Yes, I’m partnered with that socially awkward ass Henry Hopper, did you know he’s rude?!” Chrissy giggled slightly at the insult and at your bugged expression, “How is he mean? He rarely, ever, talks, I mean, like ever.”

“I politely asked if I could borrow his notes tonight, and he said NO!” You exclaimed loudly, drawing some attention to both of you.

“Well, to be fair (Name), you did almost run over his little sister this morning,” She adds bluntly, “with no apology.”

“I mean yeah but-” She cuts you off again, her face scrunching up in shock.

“Did you say you had to ask him for notes?! The studious (Name), who always pays attention in class, had to ask someone for notes?!” You sighed hearing her giggle, walking now with your head down, realizing the stupid teasing you did earlier.

“I kind of , um, ‘joked’ around with him earlier, I mean-” You stammered to her before looking at her and immediately shutting up, the look written all over her smile on her face.

You made a slip up out of character, and Chrissy knew it.

Lunch time rolled around fairly quickly, and you couldn’t say you were any happier than earlier in the morning. This was by far one of your least favorite periods, having to socially interact with people whose presence you’d really secretly resented, besides Chrissy. Hearing the blabbering of their mouths about issues you’d really had no interest in, who fucked who, who is ugly, who is cute, who is new, who’s boyfriend… who’s girlfriend, what are they wearing, why… it all made your head hurt. But you sat through it all with a fake smile, a laugh, an “ooh” and “aah,” to give them the comfort that you cared about what they were talking about. Anything to keep up the appearance, right?

Grabbing your lunch tray, filled with food you knew you would barely touch, you walked around the lunch room, looking for the specific tables full of jocks, cheerleaders, and other notable socialites of Hawkins High. However, today you took note of all the tables, and how easily divided everyone was. High school truly was a caste system, you thought, however you noticed a particular table you barely took attention to in the past. In the corner was Eddie and his D&D crew, with the other freshmen from this morning, Jane, whom you almost ran over, and Henry. You took note of how everyone at the table was engaged in some type of conversation with each other, laughing, talking, if not, they were listening and offering smiles that seemed genuine. However, you stared for far too long as you and Henry made eye contact and you quickly dodged, spinning around in the direction where you belonged.

Finally sitting down, you huffed, then heard a voice screeching like nails across a chalkboard.

“(Name), silly, what took you so long to sit down?” The pretty blonde questioned, taking her chin in her hand and batting her mascara’d eyelashes. “I saw you staring at the Hellfailure table, don’t tell me. you’re thinking about-?”

“No.. what? Gross, never in a million years would I ever think about joining in on future-high-school-dropout club.” You offered her a smirk, to which Angela took to laugh loudly, putting her hand over her mouth, nails manicured. Everyone at the table laughed after, thinking this was the funniest joke they’ve heard since 1954.

“Good, I wouldn’t want you ending up with the likes of Ms. “I-think-I-have-powers.” Looking over to Jane, who sat nervously clutching her spoon, as if she heard the conversation, and leaning more towards Wheeler, who looked at her with little concern.

“I don’t know how she keeps that boy,” One of the other girls giggled, “he’s kind of cute, if only he wasn't such a weirdo, why does he waste his time with her?” The whole table turned to look now, offering smirks and laughs, as now the whole Hellfire table noticed Jane’s uncomfortableness.

You quickly turned away noticing Henry’s annoyance with Angela’s comments. Quickly, however, one notable person took a stand.

“Hey, Angela,” none other than Munson himself, standing up, retorted back, “cake the makeup on more, will you?” Angela simply laughed softly, fired back, “Graduate high school, will you?”

“Haha, how funny, how original..” The last part coated with a sense of annoyance, “seriously, leave the girl be, how old are you, 18? Picking on a 14 year old?” Angela did nothing but roll her eyes, spitting nothing back, but whispering among our table some defiling insults.

You looked back, seeing Eddie make a kissy-kissy face at the table, then noticed you, “(Name), what are you staring at?” The whole Hellfire table turned to you, Jane’s face now one of slight anger.

“Nothing, Munson.” Having no quick comeback, you stayed quiet, however Eddie was faster, “Maybe if you stare long enough, you’ll learn how to drive, maybe not almost run over people,” The whole table, Henry smiling, laughed at this, “I can give you some driving lessons, even, after school.” A shit-eating grin formed his face, embarrassment formed yours, and you quickly turned back around.

You looked over to the jock table to see Chrissy cozy, blabbering to her boyfriend, Jason, and she wasn’t there to help you console over the kind-of-sick clapback that just burnt your rather inflated ego. You got up early, the lunch bell ringing at your relief, and threw your uneaten food away.

Your second time today being embarrassed, what had gotten into you?

As soon as you got home, you changed into your mother’s pizza parlor shirt, grabbed your car keys, and the keys to the shop. Your mother had fallen sick, and wanted you to close the shop for the next two days, you didn’t mind, as long as she allowed you to take your studies to the shop, which she agreed, as long as you would handle management matters over the employees. You didn’t mind, honestly, on nights like these, where there were barely any orders, and you lounged about on the counter reading your books and personally made notecards for class.

This was interrupted, however, by a swift hand covering the page of your book, and you grimaced in annoyance.

“Is this all you ever do?” The raspy, feminine voice inquired, picking up your book and flipping through the pages, “seems like… a lot of stuff.. Ouch, my brain can’t absorb this..”

You looked up at Robin Buckley, one of the two employees your mom had hired, the other being her we’ve-worked-the-entirety-of-Hawkins confidant, Steve Harrington.

“Yes, Robin,” you added with spite, “if you studied like this, maybe you too, could graduate early.”

“Ouchhh!” You heard through the doorway, Steve coming through holding a hand to his heart, “What will you say to that Robin? You just can’t let them off with a comment to your pride like that.”

“Fortunately, my grades don’t determine my worth of self being.” She smiled at you, sliding the book back, you rolled your eyes slightly, but you enjoyed the joke.

“On a different note, (Name),” Steve turned to you, “since it’s a Thursday night, lonely pizza parlor, no orders, won’t you be kind as to let us have some company? We’re kind of bored, sure your mom wouldn’t mind.”

You looked up inquisitively, shrugging, “Well, what kind of company? The “hot babes with big boobies,” you two always talk about?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Steve sighed, “just some friends.”

“We won’t be too loud, your highness, so please…” Robin added, batting her eyelashes.

“Robin, don’t look at me like that,” You said with some playful disgust, “sure, I don’t care, honestly. Just remember we ARE closing on time.”

“Yes!” Steve exclaimed like a child, running off behind the counter to the kitchen and finding the phone, dialing a number like clockwork.

No later than ten minutes did you hear the sound of a truck pulling up outside of the parlor. You heard a voice, then, many voices, and not just any kind of regular old voices.

The voices of pubescent young adult teenagers. You cursed internally, hopefully these aren’t the “friends” Steve is talking about, for god’s sake, he’s 20 years old.

Much to your dismay, it was the “friends,” Steve was talking about, and to your horror, the ones from the Hellfire club. The ones who saw you get publicly roasted by Eddie Munson. The ones who’s precious proclaimed wizard you almost ran over. She too, was also there, at the side of Wheeler, and then, came in Henry, flicking the car keys around his index finger. The night just couldn’t get better now could it?

“Steve!” Dustin yelled loudly, much to your annoyance.

“Henderson!” Steve came from behind the counter and they engaged in a particular cringey handshake, Robin laughed as if she was used to the shenanigans by now. You’d never seen a child elicit so much joy in Harrington that it almost made you laugh a bit, but you held it back. Soon, they ordered two separate pizzas, on Steve’s bill of course, and they sat around a table in the parlor preparing a D&D game. You watched from afar, as studying was now far away from your mind, and you decided to put the books down, and go walk over to see what the fuss was about with this game. However, you noticed only a few were paying true attention, the rest socializing, Jane talking to that Max Mayfield girl, with Robin chiming in on unwanted advice about crushes. Henderson, Wheeler, and the Byers boy you’d seen around, played the D&D game, but wasn’t that Sinclair boy usually with them? You shook it off and watched how Harrington and Henry were seemingly into and watching the game.

“Ahhh, (Name), coming out of their cave and socializing I see,” Harrington poked at you, to which you glared, watching the game.

“I never really understand the uproar about this game,” Henderson laughed at your comment, “If we were to explain it to you, your mind would be absolutely blown.” However, in disinterest you walked off, preparing to clean up some of the cups they left from their soda on the far tables, when Henry came behind you.

“(Name.)” He announced softly, you turned around, and he handed out a notebook towards you. The notebook, from class earlier, which you practically almost begged him for.

You looked up at him, seeing as if he was genuinely offering it, his blue eyes seemed to confirm so.

“Thank-”

Taking it back quickly, he held it up in the air with his left hand, “First, apologize to my sister,” he smiled with a little mischief. God, today needs to end, you thought, the amount of embarrassment you’ve experienced today made your skin crawl.

“What?! Why-” He put his right finger over his mouth, shushing your childish exclamation, like he was disciplining a child, “You know why.”

You groaned like a spoiled toddler who didn’t get their way, “Fine.” Stomping over to Jane and Max, you gulped and clenched your fists, preparing for humiliation, you rarely apologized, it hurt your pride to do so. Jane took a quick breath in, her brown doe eyes watching every movement you made, as if she was preparing for you to do something terrible. Max stared defensively, almost like she was ready to attack you at a moment's notice.

You looked her in the eye, “I’m sorry, Jane,” stammering, “S-sorry for almost hitting you with my car this morning, I wasn’t paying attention, for this I am sorry.” You facepalmed internally, you repeated the same exact words at the end that you’d said in the beginning. The silence from her felt like an eternity, and you held your hand out, hoping she would take it. She looked you up and down, her shoulders relaxed, realizing there was no threat, she took your hand, “It’s okay.” Her voice was extremely soft, like Henry’s, and almost quiet to where you couldn’t hear it. You let go of her hand, your face feeling hot with embarrassment, walking away and looking up at Henry.

“Are you happy now?”

“Hmm..” He looked up at his notebook, as if he were to think of something else, “Yes, thank you, (Name.), that wasn’t too hard, hm?” Damn these Hopper children and their soft voices.

You just looked at him and took the notebook, taking a few dishes in hand to the back.

“Shit! (Name)!” You heard Steve yell from the parlor area, “it’s 10:15! We haven’t even cleaned yet!”

“Fuck..” you cursed under your breath, heading to the mop closet and quickly preparing a bucket, grabbing some paper towels and surface cleaner in hand. Much to your surprise, the kids began to run to the kitchen and turn the water on, washing the dishes with such speed you’ve never seen before. Henry came to the back as well, taking the mop and mop bucket from your hands, “I’ll do this.” Robin ran up to you next, snatching the paper towels, and cleaner, “And I’ll do this!” She ran off, disappearing to the parlor area.

“Okay…” You looked around, “I’ll take the trash out,” you announced presumably to no one. As you took the bag out the back door, you stopped, taking in the cool night air and breeze. However, you realized how dark it was at the back of the shop, and quickly ran over to the trash bin to throw the bag in. You stopped in your tracks, smelling a horrid smell of blood, almost… like something was decaying. Digging around in your apron pockets, you found a small flashlight, how convenient. Turning it on, you looked around for a few seconds, walking slightly over to the right of the trash bin, looking behind it.

There you saw it. A dead carcass of an animal, unidentifiable, as it had been almost ripped to shreds in a disfigured way, that you couldn’t even tell what it was. Your shock suppressed you from screaming, instead, you hauled ass back into the shop. You ran inside to find the lights off, you began to panic, breathing hitching slightly.

“Did everyone leave me?” You murmured, running to the parlor.

You opened the kitchen doors to see everyone standing at the front door staring at you in concern.

“Yo, (Name), you good?” Steve asked, noting how heavy you were breathing and your bugged out eyes, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You stared, trying to find something to say instead of thinking back to whatever the fuck that was, “Yeah, yeah, I’m all good.” Grabbing the keys and your backpack, you made sure everyone was out of the shop, and you turned the lock, ensuring the place was secured.

Hopefully your mom wouldn’t question too much on why it took so long, however unbeknown to you, a set of blue eyes saw right through the lie you had thrown out just now.

a/n: this was so hard to write, especially with all the dialogue between characters. keeping them in character is suchhh work like omg. hopefully everyone seemed close to their canon personality. henry, tho, is the hardest to write, im taking a literal villian and making him some 18 year old highschooler. i see him as an artsy student, who is very quiet, but can clapback quickly and can be playful, sweet almost w/out the manipulation lol. i see him listening to the smiths. idk yall. what do you think? hopefully you enjoyed it :,)

edit: chapter 3 here

#henry creel #henry creel x you #henry creel x reader #peter ballard #peter ballard x you #001 x you #001 stranger things #vecna stranger things #stranger things 4 #one stranger things #bugs fics #moml series

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Ryan's 2023 Film Guide

For the hell of it, I've decided to slap together a "guide" for the 2023 movies I've seen, and whether and how much they are worth your time. I do not consider my opinion sacred or objectively correct, but hopefully what I have to write will help you make viewing decisions in some way. I'll post an updated version of this after I've seen more movies, but for now, here you go.

Anatomy of a Fall ***

Two incredible performances, by actors playing a mother and a visually-impaired son, elevate this courtroom drama/mystery even at times when one-note supporting characters and a somewhat indulgent running time threaten to upend our tolerance. In French and English with English subtitles.

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania ***

Though it constantly tries to upend itself with with dumb humor and overproduction, this is a perfectly fine Ant-Man film for fans of the first two. It embraces comic book weirdness in a way fans disappointed in the franchise’s more sterile entries may appreciate.

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret ***1/2

I do love this modern trend in teen movies, where we shift away from gross-out sex comedies and into films that treat teens like budding adults, with all the baggage, hopes and fears that go with that. Whether you ever read the book or not, this is a coming-of-age story well worth a watch.

Asteroid City ****

I divided sharply with critics on Wes Anderson’s pretty-but-plodding previous feature, The French Dispatch, so it was a joy to see him return to the level of oddballs-and-misfits comedic genius he previously achieved in movies like The Grand Budapest Hotel. Every character is lovable and quirky in all the right ways, and the visuals are like a decorated cake you want never to eat, to avoid disrupting it.

Barbie ***1/2

Margot Robbie, Ryan Gosling and Kate Mckinnon hit every single note that Greta Gerwig can concoct perfectly, delivering a movie that is funny, touching, poignant, and most definitely transcends the reputation of toy-based films. This is much more than a girl trip movie for the Sunday brunch crowd.

Creed III ***

If you liked the first two helpings of Creed, you’ll be well-served by this third dish. It moves Adonis forward in his own story, particularly outside the ring, and features a compelling new antagonist who challenges the hero in both arenas.

The Equalizer 3 *

With a single star entirely for the unfailing talent of Denzel Washington, the third Equalizer movie is otherwise a joyless, thrill-less, pointless morass of gruesome violence, hollow characters and plodding direction. You’ll feel unclean by the time it’s over, and eager to escape into the sunshine.

The Flash ***

Who would have thought a disregarded film in a dead-franchise-walking like the DCEU could be this much fun? Excellent action sequences, clever fan-service and a perfect odd couple dynamic (where the couple is actually two of the same person) add up to one of DC’s best movies, and a thrill for fans of bombastic old comics.

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 ***1/2

James Gunn and his crew send the Guardians off in style with one of the best superhero movies ever made, eschewing endless MCU connectivity bullcrap in favor of a character-driven sci-fi film that brings everyone full circle and delivers emotional closures for each character.

A Haunting in Venice ***1/2

The best yet in Kenneth Branagh’s series of Agatha Christie adaptations, a spooky setting, compelling mystery and excellent visuals are finally met by equally excellent performances of characters we find compelling, the key element that was missing in the previous films.

The Holdovers ****

At turns funny, endearing, touching and devastating, loneliness and the need for intimacy are explored through the lens of three dysfunctional people in one of the year’s best films. The environments, music, camerawork and literally everything else go a long way to redeeming Alexander Payne after the disastrous Downsizing.

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny ***1/2

After many (though not I) were disappointed with Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Indy gets one more chance at a swan song through the magic of digital technology. While some may object to that on principle and a few action scenes carry on too long, the overall package is still Indy at heart, and the big closing sequence may be the series’ best, sending Indy out on an appropriate note.

John Wick Chapter 4 ***1/2

Like Mission: Impossible, John Wick gets a nearly three hour runtime. Unlike Mission: Impossible, it earns that time with few reservations. The third movie kind of spun its wheels a bit, which is why it’s such a pleasure to say this one feels much shorter than it is and gives John a send-off both epic and personal.

Killers of the Flower Moon ***

A little too long, a little too sedate, and a little too obsessed with the villains at the expense of the actual Osage characters, Martin Scorsese’s latest passion project is nonetheless a true work of cinema for those with the patience to stick it out. You’ll be rewarded by stunning DiCaprio and De Niro performances, fantastic camerawork that drinks in every detail of the reservation, and a sobering message about the nature of evil and the too-often scant punishment for practicing it.

The Last Voyage of the Demeter ***

Billed as a closer look at what happened just before the events of the novel Dracula, this overlooked horror-thriller has a lot to offer anyone who feels that reasonably scary adventure movies should be more prevalent at theatres. There’s nothing revelatory here, but there is a fun and tense time if you’re into that sort of thing.

The Marvels **

This is the nadir of the MCU, a movie mostly so dull it could put food to sleep. The saving grace is Iman Vellani, who reprises her star-making role from the TV series Ms. Marvel and steals every scene she so much as breathes in. That’s also the movie’s biggest misstep: with five or six movies and TV shows being necessary viewing before going in, most people just won’t have the patience to slog through the homework for a mediocre film.

Mission: Impossible-Dead Reckoning Part One ***

You wanted action, you got action. With the exception of a few meaningless character-building scenes, the seventh M:I film barrels out of the gate and never slows down for the entire three-hour running time. That’s right: three hours. And if you think that’s a little long for M:I movie, you’re right. The audience will likely run out of steam long before the movie does, but if you’ve got the patience and a taste for pure action, you should still tune in.

Oppenheimer ****

An incredible examination of power, progress and the dangers of intertwining the two, Murphy, Downey and Pugh all offer A-list performances in arguably Christopher Nolan’s finest film to date. It is as much about how weak men fear and revile excellence as it is about a bomb or a bomb-maker, and every element clicks to deliver these messages perfectly.

Past Lives ****

An intimate, character-driven look at how the road not taken affects our lives, Past Lives gets into your very bones and stays there. You may end up wondering where those old flames and friends have gotten to. In Korean with English subtitles.

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse ****

Packed with genuine thrills, revelations, twists and heart, the second in planned series of three Spider-Verse movies starts off strong out of the gate and doesn’t slow down. The development of the characters is spot on and subtle, especially for American animation, and the action and visuals are still executed perfectly. It’s the kind of thing we really want to see from a comic book movie.

The Super Mario Bros Movie ***1/2

It may not be what the critics wanted, but Mario is everything it needs to be for fans: witty, exciting, colorful and full of sly references to video game both famous and obscure. A musical sequence by Jack Black’s Bowser and a nihilistic magical star are among the touches that make it worthy of the attention even of families who do not game together.

Teeneage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem **

It’s got the cool animation style, it’s got the attitude, and it’s got the copious fan service, but unlike in Super Mario, these elements never cohese into a satisfying whole. The Turtles themselves are enjoyable enough in a movie that tries to ape Spider-Verse, but is held back by an outdated reliance on gross-out humor and lackluster plot.

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