#the little slow mo bounces

[hunnam]

#Kaique Cerveny #crossfit #pecs #usermichi #userdylan #Mine #the little slow mo bounces #absolutely delicious

[taurder]

Taur hear me out. Ok hobie/spider punk said he doesn't believe in consistency, how about dom male reader who keep changing the thrust from violently fast to painfully slow? And hobie doesnt belive in labels. So dom male reader feminised him. - 🐗 anon-

top!dom!reader x sub!hobie brown.

contains: feminization, edging, hobie wearing eyeliner, begging, anal, dirty talk.

note: i fucking love edging and overtism stuff, i adore your ideas sm don't ever stop sending them.

"no, no, not again! please!" hobie whined loudly, eyes opening again as your hips suddenly stopped smacking against his ass. he was up in the bed with his legs spread open, one of them hooked in your shoulder and the other hanging at the edge of the mattress, his body slightly turned to a side and his arms secured behind his back. "keep going, luv..." you cut his pleading by sliding painfully slow out of his abused and generously lubed hole, taking another whine out of his mouth.

this had been going on for a while, and just by seeing the state in which he was one could tell. his chest was going up and down rapidly, and his face showed how much he was struggling. a few tears have been going down his temples and adding that to the way he had been grinding his face into the sheets from time to time it had messed up his eyeliner. there were stains of the black make-up in the bed as well, but in your eyes his face looked delightful like this.

"i just want to take my time with my girl" you started thrusting back in, slow, allowing him to feel every inch of your cock that entered his body. he moaned, throwing his head up and arching his lower back. "that's it, let me fill your pussy" his dick spurted more pre cum somehow even if it was already shiny with plenty, throbbing painfully hard for the lack of attention. he had been close for a while now.

you pushed until your ballsack was right against his ass, and you could hear his whimpers along with his pleading words asking for more. you repeated the process three more times, getting completely out, barely letting your tip touch his greedy hole before thrusting home once again, taking your time and enjoying watching him shiver and beg. "i can't– i don't– fuckfuckfuck!" he cried out as soon as you changed your pace without warning, fucking him fast while holding his hips, watching his eyes go up and his dick bounce with the force of your thrusts.

the sounds the fast fucking made were your favorite, plus the constant moaning of your name. you were insulted and thanked in the same half choked sentence more than once. "cumming, i'm gonna cum so hard agghhh–mmghh" you stopped again, right inside of him as he once again pressed half his face into the sheets, cursing out as his dick just let out another amout of pre. "you're taking the piss on me" he looked at you with wet eyes, eyeliner beyond ruined and mouth fresh with some saliva on it.

you leaned down, forcing his leg to go up, showing you how flexible he was as you pressed a kiss in his mouth, simple but loving, and even if he was a little pissed he returned it, earning movement from you again. in this new position you started fucking him, deep, right into his prostate and feeling between both your stomachs his wet dick. "i thought you would like this" you murmured, feeling how he exhaled. "you don't like consistency, do you? so i'm doing exactly the opposite of that, baby girl"

he moaned into your mouth for the nickname, moving to meet your thrusts that were starting to go a bit faster. "i'm sorry i ruined your make-up in the process, but you still look handsome like this" you reached between your bodies wih your hand, pressing his length against his own belly, making sure he could also feel the bulge your cock made in him. "you feel me? i love being this deep into you" hobie mumbled your name, pleading to be able to cum.

"i know, i know. you can wait a little more, right? i want to mess you up more" you stopped to let him think, watching his eyes blink to gain a little more consciousness, breathing a few seconds and moaning when he could feel your dick twitching inside of him. he nodded and whispered a confirmation and it was all you needed to resume your vicious thrusting.

he was so good to you, loud and compliant even if he cursed your name every time you changed your pacing, his heart fluttering every time you praised his looks, calling him gorgeous, pretty; describing how greedy his ass was, how full of your seed his cunt was going to be. he loved every time your mouth would spit any kind of filth, and when he finally came his vision went white, body going slack in exhaustion as he yelled your name one final time.

you cleaned him properly after several minutes of letting him relax and come to his senses and he didn't help you out in the slightest. "i'm absolutely knackered, you did this so you clean it up" he had mumbled out, eyes closed and a satisfied grin in his face when you teased him about it. you didn't argue, but you did laugh softly when mid cleaning you hear him snore.

#taur's answered #top male reader #gn reader #sub character #atsv x you #hobie brown x reader #sub hobie brown #hobie brown x male reader #spider punk x reader #sub spider punk #spider punk x male reader #top reader x character #male reader #atsv x reader #sub atsv #🐗 anon

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡A Sky Full of Stars♡

♡ Pairing: idol!dad!hongjoong x fem!mom!reader

♡ Genre: the fluffiest of fluff

♡ Summary: Just some sweet moments you share with Hongjoong when you and your daughter surprise him after their Coachella set.

♡ Word Count: 1.4k

♡ Warnings: If there's any warning it's that your kid has a name. I know some people don't like that. She's named after an artist Joong likes who I think has a pretty name so that's all babes.

♡ A/N: I set out to make this super fluffy summer road/beach trip fic with Joong but I sat down to write and this is what came out instead so I present to you some post-concert fluff and I hope it gives you all the sweet feelings it gave me writing it.

This can’t be real.

It’s all Hongjoong keeps repeating in his head as he steps off of the Sahara stage at Coachella. His ears are ringing, his heart’s beating out of his chest, his throat’s on fire, and he’d walk right back on that stage to keep going if he could.

It seems like only yesterday his group was fighting to debut; now they’re here, performing on a stage some artists can only dream of stepping foot on. The joy on his member’s faces. The sound of their fans screaming for them. It’s a special kind of magic he wishes he could bottle up and keep somewhere safe to treasure forever.

“Captain!” Wooyoung cheers, throwing an arm around him, “We did good?” Hongjoong looks around to see his members staring at him, his approval all that matters in the sea of praise thrown at them by staff. Hongjoong nods, wiping his face with a towel, “We did good!” Smiles perk up their exhausted faces as they drag themselves down the steps leading to the backstage area.

Stepping onto the grass, Hongjoong stares up at the infinity pool of stars that is the California sky. Just when he feels himself begin to float away, a faint tugging at his pants keeps his feet on the ground. It’s so faint that he almost questions if he felt it at all until Yeosang lays a hand on his shoulder letting him know, “You have company.” 

Hongjoong’s eyes dance their way down his leg to find a smaller nearly identical set of eyes staring up at him. All he’d done not to cry is for nothing when he sees the chubby glitter speckled cheeks of his little 2 year old smiling at the sight of him. “Olivia…” he gasps, scooping her into his arms, “What are you doing here?”

The other members gather around like moths to a flame. Of any fan they’ve ever had their niece will always be their favorite. Mingi squats down to eye level with her, pinching her cheek, “Hi, Oli. Uncle’s here.” “Oh look at these” San coos, playing with the two ponytails sat atop her tiny head, “So cute.”

Hongjoong holds her close to his heart, shaking the tears from his eyes. “Daddy cry?” she asks, touching his cheek. Hongjoong smiles, choosing to dodge the question rather than lie, “Um, where’s your mo—” “Here!” you say, hugging him from behind. You had every intention of announcing yourself to begin with but the happiness on his face seeing Oli was too adorable to interrupt.

That same happiness plays on repeat when he feels your arms around his waist. You weren’t supposed to be here. Your flight had been delayed twice and the baby was beginning to get fussy. Hongjoong had insisted you just stay home and watch the livestream. Just knowing you were watching would be enough for him but that’d never be enough for you. If you had to grow wings to fly yourself here you’d have done it to be by his side.

Not satisfied with simply knowing you’re there, Hongjoong reaches his free arm back to pull you around to his side. Time slows when he looks at you this way—like you’re one of the most precious things on this Earth. You’re one of two really, the other’s bouncing in his other arm with her fingers scrunched around his collar.

“Hey you” you beam, wiping a few rogue tears from his face. Hongjoong kisses you, soft lips pressed to yours in what has to be the sweetest, saltiest kiss you’ve ever shared. You don’t care how sweaty he is, only that you’re together. “Hey you” he smiles, his eyes narrowing slightly, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” You shrug, playing it cute so he doesn’t kill you, “I wanted it to be a surprise.” Give him a heads up so he has ample time to play it tough? Never.

“Ahem,” Seonghwa interrupts, “Does that mean you were watching and saw…everything?” The guys look at each other, suddenly mortified at their onstage antics. “Oh, for sure. We saw everything. She’s gonna be an alcoholic now” you tease just to watch their heart’s sink. Hongjoong shakes his head at them, “Shame on you. For the record, my cup was water.” 

Jongho throws Hongjoong some vicious side eye, “Water, right. Oli, your daddy’s a liar.” “Daddy liar” Oli repeats with a giggle. You dip your head down to hide your own laughter as the guys hit an equally amused Jongho with their towels. Seonghwa casually swipes the baby away from Hongjoong to teach her how to throw a few hits. Hongjoong chases them down as if he’ll never see her again, “Be careful!”

“Joong, she’s fine!” you shout after him, “As long as Hwa has her…oh, no…Mingi unhand my child!” 

“Goodnight stars and goodnight air” Hongjoong reads, flipping the final page of a children’s book, “Goodnight noises everywhere.” He closes the book and Oli cheers, flipping it over for him to read again. Propped up in his lap as he longues in a barely comfortable hotel chair, it’s clear her miniature lids are growing heavy.

“Honey, it’s late. No more Goodnight Moon. Bedtime, okay?” His voice is stern, he means business, but so does she. Oli flips the book open, her hand rubbing the first page. Her bottom lip pokes out and he knows he can’t say no to her. “Fine but one more time and then bed.”

You emerge from the shower in time to hear the story start back up again. “In the great green room…” Hongjoong starts in his bedtime story voice. You move quietly around the room, listening to the story for what’s the 1000th time for you too. As you do, you steal glimpses of them holding hands, turning the pages of the book together. Hongjoong pauses to let Oli read or poke around the pages marveling at the illustrations.

“Is bunny?” she asks, pointing to a figure sitting in a rocking chair. “That is a bunny” he cheers softly, poking his two front teeth out to mimic a rabbit. Oli copies him—it’s sorta her thing these days—making you laugh so hard you snort. “Are you laughing at me?” Hongjoong jokes, his mouth still in perfect bunny formation. It only makes you laugh harder. Your two little bunnies, twins in every way they can be. Especially in their silliness.

You approach the them, planting a kiss on both of their foreheads, “You guys are adorable.” Hongjoong leans his head back, allowing it to rest in the palm of your hand. “You are too. So adorable” he yawns, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. A blink and you miss it moment of silence passes before he speaks again.

“Did I do okay, today?” he asks, his tone more serious now, “I don’t want to…I can’t let everyone down.” “God, no. You were amazing. Look at me” you demand, cradling the sides of his face to keep his anxious gaze from drifting. “You. Were. Amazing” you repeat, “Your fans are so proud of you and your members they love you. And that little bunny down there, she loves you.”

Hongjoong looks at Oli who’s fallen fast asleep against his chest, her hand still in his. “We both love you and you fucking killed it. If anyone says any different I’ll kick their ass” you promise and you mean it. “What’d I ever do to deserve you two?” he asks, kissing your inner wrists. You lean in close to him, your lips hovering just above his, “Exist. That’s all you ever have to do, you know?”

Your lips part to meet his and he welcomes them, sipping down feelings there are no words for and pouring the same into you. “I love you” he whispers and you smile. “I love you too.” Easing the book from between them with mom-like precision, you throw a pillow on the floor and take a seat by Hongjoong’s feet. You open the book and begin to read, not to Oli but to him.

Finally relaxing into the chair, he strokes your hair and listens to the sweet sound of your voice. He balances Oli on his lap, his delicate little gem who treats him like the sun rises and sets in his eyes. He’d long ago sworn that he didn’t think he’d ever have everything. What a frighteningly beautiful realization it is that he finally does.

#ateez x reader #ateez x you #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x you #ateez fluff #hongjoong fluff #ateez au #ateez x female reader #hongjoong x fem!reader

[cumulo-stratus]

Love Like a Fathers

Request: Hello, hope you're having a good day/night, I was wondering if I could request Spencer x Father figure reader, theyre On a case the unsub tries to kill Spencer but reader protects him and gets hurt himself.

Pairing: platonic!Spencer reid x Father figure!reader

Summary: Y/n gets hurt protecting Spencer from an unsub, and y/n and spencer spend some time together at the hospital

warnings: cannon typical violence, gunshot wounds/blood, swearing, s1 spencer being an adorable little cutie-pie <3

A/N: Friend I'm so so so sry this has been a WIP for like month😭- I've had like no motivation to write :( thank you for the patience and for the lovely request, and although ive never written platonic for spencer, i did my best! btw the lovely dividers are by @cafekitsune (not proof read)

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Spencer Reid and Y/n L/n weren’t related by blood, but if you asked anyone that knew them- they would tell you that it doesnt matter. y/n treated spencer like the son he never had, and spencer treated y/n like the father he lost. Even if you didn’t know them, you could tell the pair were close. Spencers intellect bounced well of y/n’s wisdom. Hotch knew this, and often paired spencer with y/n because of it. And when they got called to a case in the small town of Trutney, Alabama, it was no different. 

As soon as the plane landed l/n and reid had been paired off to go to the M.E.’s to look at the one body they had so far. And so the next 2 days went by as uneventfully as they could go on a case with the BAU. Interviews, and case files - take out around a conference table and calls to garcia- just a regular BAU case. Until the last day when they were sure they had the right guy; Daniel Wilson, he fit the profile perfectly. And so the team was spilt into 2 groups; one going to the house and one going to the workplace. Hotch sent y/n and spencer to the back knowing y/n would have spencers back if anything happened. 

As they crept through the long hallways silently the pair would share glances every now and then. When they reached a split Y/n made a silent flick of his wrist ordering spencer to take the path to the right while y/n would take the path to the left. Y/n stalked down the hall with his gun raised leaving Spencer to do the same with the other hallway. 

Y/n was clearing the final room at the end of the hall when the distant sound of grunting and a gun shot. Without another though y/n raced down the hall toward the continuous grunting yelping. Y/n just barely remembered to call for back up as he ran- Morgan's voice sounding through the phones speakers.

"What's up L/n-"

He was interrupted by y/n's out breath voice.

"I heard a shot from Reid's side of the house I need backup" 

Before Morgan could respond y/n hung up, stuffing the phone in his back pocket. When y/n reached the source of the sounds, he found a door slightly ajar. He pushed it open all the way to find Spencer on the loop ground with the unsub above him. They were pushing against eachother trying sway the barrel of the gun in their favor. Spencer was trying to push the barrel away from his head while the unsub did the opposite. Without hesitation y/n crossed the room and grabbed the unsub roughly by his shoulders throwing him away from spencer. Spencer took no time at all the scramble away, his feet sliding as he fumbled to push himself away.  Meanwhile y/n and the unsigned were in a struggle for the gun. And almost as if in slow mo, spencer saw a bullet leave the barrel and enter y/ns shoulder- right where his neck met his shoulders. The resounding bang that came with it caused spencers ears to ring. but caused everything to come back to normal speed was the second gunshot, from y/n to the unsubs chest. He fell to the ground, bleeding out. 

“Spencer! spencer i need you to put pressure on the wound- okay?” 

Despite the many filed first aid books he’d read, spencer couldnt recall a single bit of information- and was only listening y/n’s instructions. 

“alright now use my sweater- ya its right over there. We need something to stop the bleeding-“

Y/n interrupted himself with small grunts and grimaces every time his shoulder moved. But luckily spencer was in it enough to properly use the sweater y/n had provided.

At this point spencers hands were soaked in blood, and so was the sweater. It was warm, and sticky- drying and cracking on the back of his hands. Just then Morgan came storming in, a mix of swat and paramedics trailing behind him. A paramedic took the sweater from spencer’s hands and he was pulled away by Morgan to checked out- despite his protests. spencer was quite insistent he stay with y/n but Morgan settled him enough to get checked out by telling him that he would be updated if anything happened. 

Spencer stood in front of the open doors of an ambulance- restlessly wringing his hands together while an EMT patched the small gash on his forehead. Spencer had resisted saying anything about how he thought it was unnecessary- as it wasn’t even bleeding that much. But spencer knew better than to argue with Morgan at this point. 

Spencer practically ran- which he didn’t do very often- to the nearest large black SUV. As he walked/ran across the lawn he called out to morgan.

“St. Mary’s right?”

“on 32nd street-“

spencer didnt allow morgan to finish- instead climbing into one of the FBI vehicles littering the street. 

The fluorescent lights of the hospital burned spencers retinas as spoke the woman at the desk. 

“excuse me where is Y/n L/n’s room?’

as he spoke, spencer drummed his fingers against the desk- anxious to see y/n. Make sure he was okay. 

“Down the hall and to your left, room 328 sir”

Spencer barely managed a curt thank you and nod before he was speed walking down the hall. the lights in the hospital clashed with the stark white of the hall when spencer entered. They were dimmed to be only slightly brighter than the dark sky through the glass. spencer found y/n asleep soundly with a large bandage across his shoulder and butterfly bandages littering his exposed chest and face. Spencer could feel some of the weight lift off his shoulders when his eyes met y/ns closed ones. 

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Despite the dim light it still took effort for y/n keep his eyes open once he woke up. The first thing he noticed was sleeping form of Spencer draped over an uncomfortable looking chair. His back and neck were bent forward in what looked to be a not very comfortable position to sleep in. 

Spencer stirred when y/n grunted quietly from the pain of sitting himself up. Spencer immediately rubbed the sleep from his eyes and went to help y/n, and as always y/n tried to tell Spencer he was fine and didn't need help. But y/n always made an exception for Spencer- especially he insisted with his innocent honey brown eyes. 

"Spence I'm fine bud- come sit with me"

Y/n had a smile on his face and patted the spot next to him which he had now made by scooching over. Spencer shyly climbed up next y/n, his slacks and blazer looking out of place to the hospital gown y/n was wearing. 

"You know you really scared me back there-"

Spencer was staring at his hands as he spoke- remembering the blood that had once coated them. Y/n took the opportunity to place a comforting comforting hand on Spencer's back, rubbing back and forth the way y/ns own family did. 

"I know- but you can't rid of me that easily bud"

They both laughed lightly at that and instead of responding verbally Spencer leaned his head on y/ns shoulder, appreciating the warmth of y/ns excess internal heat. Spencer was often the one to take advantage of the human heater of a person y/n was. And this was one of those moments. 

No more words were needed for the rest of the evening. They weren't needed for anything- the team could handle it (and it helped that Hotch knew how stressed Spencer was and let him know he could stay at the hospital with y/n). 

And there; in the dimly lit hospital room, that smelled of disinfectant, Spencer felt more comforted than in his own home. 

The End 

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[kingofthe-egirls]

AFTER 1071: LUFFY x Y/N

(spoilers, obvi)

“Are you—,” you whisper, tracing his features with hungry fingertips, “Are you still…you?”

He stares at you with crystalline eyes. “You tell me.”

You stare back at him, hard.

His smile quirks up.

“Yes,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck, “It’s still you.”

He giggles, manic, wrapping his own rubber limbs around you and lifting you off your feet. He twirls you around and you’re dizzy.

“Lu—!”

“Haaahahaha!!!” He sets you down spinning, and you gasp as you twirl around like a top. You dig a little into the ground with the force of it. “You’re so CUTE y/n!!! And you’re ALL MINE!!!!”

He bounces up twenty feet in the air, only to land down directly atop your shoulders. “Fuck!” You scream, knocked over by his weight. He giggles, pulling at your face. He has you spring back like a doorstop, back and forth with a strong boing!!! ringing in your ears.

“Luffy!!!”

He snickers, arms wrapped around you in loops. “Yeaahhh? What is it, kitty? Are ya having fun yet?”

“Mhmm,” you nuzzle your face into his, squishing his nose against your cheek. “You’re so cartoony!”

Luffy lifts you off the ground again, carrying you like a sandbag under one arm. You bounce along in his trajectory, powerless to stop him even if you wanted to. “Let’s go to my room!!!”

****

Sex with new Luffy is wild.

He’s stuttering and crying, slipping out of you at every other thrust.

“Luffy,” you chide, running your hands through his sweaty hair, “Are you okay?”

He sniffs.

“Was so fucking scared,” he admits, burying his face in your neck. His hips snap instinctively, and you both hiss. He’s deep inside you, now. “I—I think I died, y/n. I don’t ever wanna do that again.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you hitch a breath, wrapping your arms around his neck. Closer, closer, please just closer—

“I-I fucking love ya so much,” he whines, rubber-wrapping his arms around you several times. He sits up so he can thrust easier. You whimper, feeling filled up and emotional.

“Love you too, Luffy.”

“Mmmnnn,” he moans, head thrown back in overwhelming emotions. “Don’t wanna lose ya—don’t wanna lose another fight like that—don’t wanna feel all cold like that ever again—,” He hiccups, tears now forming at the corners of his eyes. His hips slow, and you gasp.

“Luffy!” You sit up, unraveling his arms from around you. He’s sniffling now, and you climb into his lap. He buries his face in your hair, and inhales a shaky breath. He exhales out a shattered sob. “Luffy—,”

“M’sorry,” he hiccups, “M’so sorry.”

“Baby,” you hush him, stroking your fingers over his back. “It’s okay, honey, it’s over now, it’s okay…”

You want to soothe him as best you can. You want to wrap him inside your heart and let him live there.

As it is, you press his face into your chest, and let him heave ugly, wet sobs against it.

Softly, you start humming.

“Binkusu no sake wo todoke ni yuku yo…,” Luffy hums, wrapping his arms around your waist to sway you both gently to the rhythm. You keep going, softly carding your fingers through his hair as you sing. “Umikaze, kimakase nami makase,” your voice catches, throat dry, but you keep going. “Shio no mukou de yuuhi mo sawagu,” you sniff, hand resting atop Luffy’s raven head. “Sora nya, wa wo kaku tori no uta…,” You trail off, but Luffy takes a long, loud sniff, and joins in. You both start singing.

Sayonara minato tsumugi no sato yo

"Don" to icchou utao funade no uta

Kinpa-ginpa mo shibuki ni kaete

Oretachya yuku zo umi no kagiri

You both start singing the yo-ho-ho’s with enthusiasm now, lifting off the bed to stand up, swaying in each other’s arms. It’s not long before you’re shouting the words, jumping up and down on the bed like little kids.

“Yo ho ho! Yo ho ho-ooo!!!”

Luffy howls to the moon, bounding off the bed to stick his head out the window. His naked form is lithe and silvered in the nighttime. You follow him. Always.

“Yo ho ho! Yo ho ho-oh!”

You both wrap your arms around each other, and sing to the full moon.

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[shankschewtoy]

Hello, sorry if I boring you..

I just would like to have a request with sanji, luffy and ace react with a s/o who doesn't fight as much as possible, because she wants to pretend to be a weak person (she doesn't it AT ALL)

one day they are about to take a violent blow and their "weak" s/o imposes herself and keeps the enemy VERY VERY far away with a simple slap

Sorry if it’s a suck request.. 🙈

a/n - ohhhhhh my goshhhh- this idea??? 💜👀nono it’s not a sucky request at all! Tysm for the request anon!

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, overpowered reader (y/n is always so cool 😭)

You don’t fight as much as possible, not because you were weak. But because of the fact that fighting and battles weren’t your favorite thing. So why not avoid it in the best way possible? Pretending you were weak. You’d become quite the actor, easily persuading the entire crew of your supposed “weakness”. You knew that the love of your life, Sanji, would do absolutely anything to keep you safe. That’s what made you feel guilty, his loyalty and love for you. While you were pretending to be weak, the chivalrous chef always had to swoop in and save you like the prince he was. It was whenever he got injured for you when you could’ve easily defended yourself when you felt the guilt deep inside your heart.

Perhaps this facade should end, it was only costing your lover and friends to risk their lives for your safety. God, you felt horrible. You weren’t weak at all! The fact that your crewmates got hurt for you, because they thought you were weak made something burn in your heart. You could easily protect yourself and your friends, so why keep this play going? It was time to end it.

The strawhat crew was in yet another close battle, one that you didn’t think you’d make it out of unscathed. Your assumptions were correct, a marine was just about to land a violent blow to your head with their rifle. It was like everything slowed in your vision. Was your mind so much faster than the world? You could hear the faint cries from Sanji, begging you to get out of the way. That’s what made you snap out of it, flicking the back of your hand into the marines face instead. The soldier flew so far away you couldn’t even see where he landed. The impact of your blow was so powerful that a small gust of wind was felt around you.

No words could describe just how shocked Sanji was to see you completely destroy the soldier like that. One little flick of your hand was all it took to send the soldier flying.. His mouth was hung agape, his eyes as wide as you’d ever seen them before. He couldn’t move, so distracted from your hidden strength. Poor cook ended up being hit in the head by a metal javelin, being slammed into the ground harshly. You immediately went over to him, kicking the javelin out of the marine’s hand, grabbing it and slamming it into the soldier’s face. The blow launched the pitiful soldier far far away, maybe if you looked hard enough, there was a little sparkle in the sky from where he flew.

Sanji didn’t think it was possible to love you even more than he did. But, you proved him wrong. There isn’t a number to describe just how much the man loved and admired you. Everything about you was so perfect, even before he knew about your true strength. The way you smile, when you lend a hand with cooking meals, even the way you talked with him! Oh gosh- he could ramble on and on for decades about just how amazing you were. (Please go along with my thoughts 💀)

You ended up carrying Sanji bridal style, blocking every attack from all angles, the epic and cinematic slo-mo shot as you saved your prince <3 Sanji had that sparkle in his eyes, looking up at you with absolute amazement and love for you. To this day, he would never admit this… But, he would like to be carried by you once more 🙏

You never really got a chance to show off your true strength, not when Luffy was around at least.. He was already bouncing off, kicking ass before you could even lift a finger. It wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose- that was just your boyfriend being himself. Even when you tried to help out, Zoro and Sanji ended up taking over too!!

They all kept stealing all your thunder >:( even Usopp manages to pull through with his ginormous one-shot cannon more than you. You’d had enough! It was time for the crew to know that you weren’t completely useless in a fight.

Luffy was reckless, that’s just how he was, but he meant well! He got himself caught in a marine base, miraculously getting caught by every single guard stationed there. It was honestly amazing to you how he always, almost always got caught. You were hiding behind a crate of rifle ammo and other supplies, waiting for the right moment to strike and save your loveable idiot.

He looked towards you and smiled excitedly right before the guards cuffed him with sea stone. You motioned to him, frantically trying to tell him to not say anything, to BE QUIET.

“Y/N!!! Hey!! You came to save me?? Thanks!”

…

You sat there for a moment. Why was he always like this..? The guards started to aim their swords and weapons at Luffy, ready to strike in a moment. You rushed forward, and just before the soldiers struck your loved, your hand blocked their attacks. The impact of the blows to your hand were completely absorbed, you didn’t move a muscle, the swords unable to cut through your skin.

The marines audibly gasped, and so did Luffy. You slapped them all in the face, sending them flying into all of the crates in the storage room. Splinters, dust, gunpowder, extra swords, clothes, food, and other items flew around the room. You caught a stick of meat and went to go give it to Luffy.

His mouth was on the floor. Literally on the floor. His eyes bulging out of his head as he stood there in astonishment. You put the chunk of meat into his mouth and closed it for him, patting his head softly. He didn’t even start chewing until you started moving his jaw to chew for him.

“Luffy… You ok?”

“MHFM! HOUCH GOME YOUF HAND WAF BIKE SHEBSIBDFSJSHBDIENDJCH?!” (Y/n! How did you do that?! You slapped him and he went BOOOOOOM- THAT WAS SO COOL!)

The rubber boy was shouting with a huge chunk of meat in his mouth, so you didn’t really get anything he said.. You had to grab him and sling him over your shoulder as you both escaped narrowly. He was still yelling at you in gibberish, and you couldn’t really tell if he was amazed or extremely angry-?

a/n - Sanji needs to be carried bridal style pls

#one piece #one piece x reader #luffy one piece #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffy x y/n #luffy op #monkey d. luffy #sanji x reader #sanji op #sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #sanji one piece

[mishacakes]

Thoughts on Chimera Falin's grand entrance? Seems like her most fanservice-y moment was that slow-mo bounce as she was goomba-stomping Maizuru into the pavement.

OH YEA OHHHHH YEA it was some Good Primo Stuff

also. i cannot believe im saying this. but trigger could have gone a little harder with the booba on the Shirt Ripping Money Shot. that’s my ONLY complaint tho. it’s not even a complaint. a nitpick. tiny. minuscule. everything else? SLAPS (just like maizuru on the ground ayyyyyy)

[ctitan98official]

@idcjustletmescroll : Hey boss it's me again. it's 12 A.M. and I just had the idea to request a request. Could you write RE8 ladies' (Donna, Dimitrescus and Miranda) thoughts and reaction to a y/n who suddenly becomes obsessed with Squishmallows and even gives them one from their collection?

I love squishmallows! I have a doggy on my bed :) Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina loves how Y/N goes through different phases of liking stuff. Y/N gets so excited when they become obsessed with something new and she loves to hear them tell her about it.

Y/N has a growing collection of squishmallows because of Alcina. (She’s an enabler).

Alcina is touched when Y/N gifts her one of their favorite squishmallows. Y/N knows she’ll take good care of it and sometimes, Alci even sleeps with it in her arms.

This is the squishmallow Alcina gets from Y/N:

A Dragon (For obvious reasons XD)

Donna:

Donna completely understands why Y/N is obsessed with these little plushies.

She has a couple of her own. She tried to make one, but she just doesn’t have the right materials. The plushie she did make still turned out adorable, though.

Donna actually gets a bit teary-eyed when Y/N gives her their favorite squishmallow. It’s the ultimate proof of how much Y/N trusts her.

This is the squishmallow Donna gets from Y/N:

A black panther (I just like the idea of a dark and stealthy animal for her)

Mother Miranda:

As much as Miranda tries to act indifferent, she finds Y/N’s fascination with these little toys adorable.

Y/N frequently walks into their bedroom to find a new plush that Miranda picked out just for them.

The priestess feels her heart warm at the fact that Y/N wants to share one of their plushies with her. Miranda gives Y/N a big kiss on the forehead and tells them she’ll guard the squishmallow with her life.

This is the squishmallow Miranda gets from Y/N:

A bluejay (Hehe, birb. I couldn’t find any crow squishmallows, unfortunately)

Bela:

Bela is a fan of snuggles. She is a little miffed that there are so many squishmallows on the bed that she can’t get to Y/N as easily now.

Bela does like to prop herself up with a couple and read.

Bela grins at Y/N and pinches their cheek when they give her one of their squishmallows. Now, she has her own little friend to cuddle with… Y/N’s the one who gets a little jealous this time.

This is the squishmallow that Bela gets from Y/N:

A lion (I like the golden color of it and Bela is fierce, y'all)

Cassandra:

Cass actually bought a squishmallow for Y/N from Duke… That started the little crackhead on their quest to get more.

One day, Cass walks into her room to find Y/N snuggled into a huge pile of squishmallows. She laughed really hard, but thought it was quite cute.

Cass legit sobbed on Y/N’s shoulder for 30 minutes when they gave her their fave squishmallow… Y/N began laughing, but Cass punched them in the shoulder and threatened no sex for a week so they quickly shut up.

This is the squishmallow that Cass gets from Y/N:

A bear (Cute little teddy holding honey, ‘cause she’s so sweet… But only to Y/N)

Daniela:

Dani is just as much of a squishmallow fanatic as Y/N is. She likes to get into bed and have Y/N hold her while she snuggles her head into the plush toys.

Dani and Y/N like to do those slow-mo squishmallow bounce TikToks where they rate the squishiness of each plushie. (I love those. Look them up if you haven’t seen them and are interested!)

When Y/N gives Dani one of their favorite squishmallows, they might as well have been asking her to marry them. Dani knows that they’ll be together forever now.

This is the squishmallow that Dani gets from Y/N:

A Shiba Inu (Ah, yes. Meme doggo fits Dani perfectly if you ask me!)

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

[woncon]

05:18 - 05:20 am

❥ cowboy!sunwoo x afab!reader

➳ warnings: nsfw, smut, pwp, minors DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up, guys!), dom!sunwoo, petnames (my beauty, pretty girl), riding, exhibiotism (they do it in the stables), nipple play, edging, cowboy!sunwoo (he is a warning himself), a lil' bit angsty if you bring a magnifying glass 🔍

➳ i should mention that english is not my first language. i have done my best to correct this story, and I will not leave the revision of the smuts to any of my assistant translators. also, there is a leather chair in the stables, I know it's a totally surreal idea, but let's forget it for the sake of the story <3

➳ the boyz masterlist | main masterlist

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you were sent to town to get some provisions for breakfast. you were on your way to the village stables with your wicker basket when the boy appeared on horseback.

"shall i give you a ride, my beauty?" sunwoo flashed an attractive grin as he tipped his hat to you.

"i'd be very grateful." as the cowboy dismounted, you hastily adjusted your long skirt, your eyes too vehemently devouring the sight of sunwoo's pants stretched over his thighs, your complexion burning hot with the sight.

sunwoo nodded sympathetically and politely, as one would expect of a gentleman towards a lady blossoming in innocence, but the boy's eyes glittered villainously in the shadow of the hat-brim.

you didn't make it to the town fair after all.

your basket lying forgotten beside the haystack. your hair unraveled, the yellow and white flowers in your bonnet fallen out, your dress peeled to your waist. you sit on a comfortable leather chair in sunwoo's lap, whimpering as you let him fuck you silly.

sunwoo holds your hips tightly, hugs you closely to him, and at the same time, he lets himself go hard and deep into your warm body, making you shiver and sink your nails into his shoulder, where his cowboy shirt hangs crumbled and sweaty, his red bandana slided to the ground so you can kiss his uncovered throat.

sunwoo grins dirtily at the flushed, half-naked you, whose hips move back and forth agonizingly along his length, and whose juices drip onto his black leather pants under the cover of your skirt.

"ngh" the boy slows down, measuring the long, passionate thrusts with his own practiced hips.

"sweet god!" you tightens around him in surprise at the new, maddeningly pace. you clamp your hand over your fiercely beating heart. your breasts bouncing teasingly and happily in front of his hungry eyes.

"are you enjoying it that much, pretty girl?" he grabs one of your nipples with satisfaction, then pinches it, making you jump and shiver, letting him go even deeper. sunwoo sticks out his tongue and sucks around the hard nipple, basking in the moans and heat of you.

"oh, sunwoo!" you poke the black strands of his hair, his hat slides forward, tickling your naked shoulders. you feel yourself about to come, as your muscles clench around sunwoo like sparks from a fairground rocket bouncing in your cunt. "more, more- please!"

the cowboy knows that when this is over, you'll be gone. your love is suffocating, real, but it can only be fulfilled in the smell of hay, manure and horses in the stables. he wants to postpone the moment of parting as long as possible, and to make your body as close to his own as possible.

he dictates an even slower pace. the pleasant, overwhelming sensation how you surround him nicely with your throbbing pussy makes him groan in awe. there is nothing more comforting to him than simply being inside you and feeling you on his body.

seeing your pretty face flushed, your eyes shining with desire, and hearing your mouth mumbling nonsense, because sunwoo knows so well what you need to became a satisfied cute little thing. right now you need to just pant a little while his cock stuffed inside you deeply. which makes you sensivite and desperate, collapsing on his shoulder and whimpering softly. the fullness, his thick dick, the sluggish, tender and hot movements of it is driving you crazy.

"but, but i-" you murmur, breathing heavily into his ear. you were so close, that's what you want to tell him, but you can't form the whole sentence, just whine because the unstoppable desire within you is too much. he leans into your neck, pressing soft, delicate kisses to the skin to calm you down. you shudder, rocking your hips, wanting him to go faster, to pound into you roughly so you could cum, but sunwoo grips your waist tighter, holding you down completely, letting you know that what he wants will happen.

"don't worry, my beauty. soon." he grabs your thigh reassuringly and licks along your artery to your shoulder socket, then plants a loving kiss on your lips that have so far produced so many sweet and longing sighs. his tongue dances around yours and you willingly lean even closer.

sunwoo takes this moment to squeeze your hips and thrust into you again, hard, greedily, with a heat so agonizing that your skin meets in a dirty snap. your mouth leaves a relieved, elated whimper. sunwoo giggles at the sweet melody, and his heart overflows at the thought of giving all of him to this beautiful girl: to you.

then he fills you to overflowing, his dick twitching as he pours out all his seed into the pulsating heaven. you collapse onto his shoulder, panting, and bury your head in his neck. sunwoo caresses your spine, not yet able to pull away from you. not until he feels the wild beat of his heart, feels your hard breasts press against his chest, the tight embrace of you holding him fully in this suffocating love.

"you're getting better at riding." sunwoo smiles naughtily and he presses a kiss on your shoulder, knowing how much you love to ride him.

#tbz smut #sunwoo smut #tbz hard hours #the boyz smut #the boyz hard hours #the boyz sunwoo #tbz timestamps #smut #kpop smut #tbz x y/n #tbz x reader #the boyz x you #the boyz x reader #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo #tbz sunwoo

[blueparadis]

— FOR ME ; DOMA + AKAZA | dark content | cûcking, like xplícít cûcking, doma cucking akaza, s/d dynamics, power imbalance, lil cûm eating, f!reader, petnames, slight voyeurism, use of aphrodisiac, dûbçôn, m2f ôral // word count – 0.8k

“Do you like the show ?” Doma demands while having you seated on his lap, his legs curled around your lower body. “Or should I touch her properly?” said he, wetting his fingers with his saliva.

Your vision glossing, mouth huffing desperately, hands clasping onto Doma’s thighs for a steady posture, for you not to keep shuddering every time he nudges his hard-on against your buttocks. You look at Akaza, who is staring at you in a grave manner unable to decide if he should go on or stop, conflicted just like you. His eyes ask you to stop but his body begs to differ. Your glossy vision ghosts over his crotch where you could see a patch of wetness. If you had noticed it sooner, you wouldn't have been ashamed of letting the pleasure reel through your body.

Is this turning him on too?

Doma, patient as ever, whispers into your lips, “Or should I keep playing with you like this?” turning your face towards him by holding your chin firmly as he rubs those saliva-smeared fingers over the hard buds of your bosom. You tore away your gaze arching under his touch. There is nothing much covering your body, certainly, the kimono covers your lower body being clustered on the floor but your upper body is buck naked. With a melodious long ‘hmm’ Doma licks the back cavity of your ear lobes as his questions weigh down your mind.

“Yes” Akaza remarks. His palms forming fists, his veins becoming prominent as he tries his best to stay calm, stay in control, and not rush over there and exploit your body all the more. Doma lifts you a little, pulling you closer to his chest. He adjusts his cock aligning it to your entrance. Your hands fly back towards your mouth covering it to hold down your moan. But as you struggle to adjust to his length, wince as he holds you tighter than before Doma takes it slow. He does not want to hurt you, that would not be fun while you are in this state. He wants you to remember him, remember this euphoric pleasure; while Akaza watches you from afar.

“More. Please. Mo-re” you murmur eyes full of water, hands shamelessly roaming everywhere over your body. The more Doma lets you slowly get used to his huge girth, the greater the hunger to touch yourself. Akaza leans against the settee, spreading his legs. His eyes were so focused on your body, on your reactions that he forgot he was watching his woman getting fucked by none other than his loathed colleague.

“My my, ” Doma spreads your legs further by holding your inner thighs. “You're still so tight, y/n” Akaza does not blame you one bit. He knows this show was entirely his fault. He knows that you took aphrodisiacs to please him, to earn his attention, to satiate his hunger. You let out a small moan as Doma’s cock finally plunges inside your hole, letting you feel his thick girth. Doma holds your waist as you start to bob with his cock inside you. One.two.three.four. . . You were already wet from the earlier teasing and now with Doma’s cock inside you and Akaza’s eyes hooking on your movements rarely left you sane. You have to satisfy both of them. You have to be good, you have to be perfect. . .

Akaza leaves his seat approaching you. You cease to move for a few moments but Doma holds your waist making you bounce again. “How pathetic,” Akaza smirks before getting onto his knees, lowering his face to lick your entrance. With Doma fucking you, and Akaza licking your clit-bud you gave up on the fact of pleasing them. It was hard to think anymore, harder to catch up with the pleasure crashing your senses as it traveled through your veins. Akaza, whose hands were rested on the soft flesh of your inner thighs propelled his mouth forward to not suck you harder. Your warm trembling hands resting on his head, fingers raking through his soft carmine locks have surely encouraged him. He starts to stroke his cock while you hold his face having Doma's cock hammering inside you mercilessly. He was not backing down either. He let out a large groan while latching his mouth on your neck, making you more numb, as if you were not already at the edge of losing consciousness. Your body shudders, mind blacks out, tears stream down your face as you feel the hotspurs of his cum blending with your juices.

Akaza leans away and stands up. You look at his slick wetted mouth from the washed-over orgasm while still having Doma’s cock inside you, being too numb to do anything from getting freshly fucked; thus at the brink of losing all your senses. He holds your chin firmly, kissing you gently on the lips, letting you taste your orgasm, and then retorting to ask, “Sweetheart, can you give me one more?” His fingers ran over your lips making Doma smirk. “For me?” he asked after you nodded a ‘yes.’

—

@tokyometronetwork & @underratedcharactercorner

#douma smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #doma smut #akaza smut #douma x you #akaza x you #kny smut #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny x you #doma x reader #douma x y/n #douma x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x female reader #demon slayer x you #akaza x reader #akaza x y/n #kny drabble #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fic #tw dark content #tw dubcon #tw unprotected sex #tw cucking #tw cumplay

[i-mean-technically]

meant to finish this aaaaages ago for @them4ng0 based on their art here and here!

no warnings, just cute fluff uwu enjoy!

“This is going to be a wonderfully bad idea.”

“Nonsense, Megatron!” Optimist Prime said cheerfully. It was closing in on fall and the air was crisp. It was Megatron’s favorite season in this part of the continent. Optimus’ engine rumbled as he shifted gears, slowing down as he turned off the main road and Megatron followed. “The younglings deserve to have a treat, and the Terrans can’t share with Morgan and Robbie.”

“So you want to be the one to give newsparks candy?” Megatron asked, following above and behind the truck.

“Of course! Wheeljack made this batch specifically for them, I’m not not going to give it to them.”

“Then you get to deal with the hyped up fledgling and her equally tiring siblings.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad, have a little faith,” Optimus had to slow to a near crawl to go down the driveway of the Maltos and Megatron was once again thankful he was capable of flight as he watched Optimus’ chassis rattle and bounce. “They’re only younglings.”

“Famous last words,” Megatron muttered as the Malto farm came into view. He spotted Twitch’s excited waving before he heard Mo’s scream of joy.

“Mister Optimus!”

Megatron had manners, and so lowered himself on his landing gears before transforming. Human architecture was so fragile in that regard, and from what Dorothy had told him her house was old. And therefore even more fragile than typical human homes.

“Hi, Megatron!”

Megatron kneeled to greet the human children, lowering his hand for Mo to trustingly leap on, “Hello, Mo.”

“Are you guys here to wish me a happy three-fourths birthday?” She asked with a bright gapped-toothed grin, hair bouncing as she settled.

Chuckling, Megatron shook his head. “No, I’m afraid not. But happy three and a quarter birthday.”

“Thanks!” Mo sat cross legged in his hand as he stood again. He was no longer afraid of handling the humans, but when it came to Dorothy’s children Megatron tended to take extra care. Fearless as they were, they were just as breakable. “Sooooo… whatcha dooooooin’?”

Megatron felt a spark of mischief and smiled down at Mo. “Optimus has candy for your siblings,” he whispered, feeling his smile widen at her gasp of surprised glee.

“Optimus has CANDY?!” She nearly shrieked, and Megatron watched as the terrans all paused, then started shouting at once, rushing poor Optimus to tug at his armor.

He started laughing as Optimus yelped in shock, trying to walk forward even as he was swarmed. “Megatron!”

“What?” Megatron replied, trying to choke back his laughter. Mo was a giggling lump in his hand. “I didn’t do anything!”

“I was-,” Optimus cut himself off with another yelp, wobbling in the air on one foot as Hashtag scaled his back and Jawbreaker hung off his arm. “I was going to give it to them later.”

“Oops.” He was completely unrepent.

“Alright, alright,” Optimus said loudly, scruffing Thrash from where he was inching up Optimus’ arm. With his free hand he reached into his subspace and pulled out the box of goodies, immediately having to raise it high above his head to avoid all the younglings making a desperate lunge for it. “One at a time!”

Megatron had made his way over by the barn at this point and it suddenly occurred to him as he watched Twitch’s pupils dilate to three times their normal size that they probably should have gotten Dorothy’s permission to give her children candy. It was too late by this point, and Megatron just settled in to watch the show.

Many hours, and an empty energon goodie container later, and Megatron was covered in passed out Terrans after helping Optimus chase them down on their ‘sugar high’. Thrash was limp on his head, little fingers having dug into the edge of the plating to hang on. Jawbreaker was snoring faintly against his chassis, arms down by his sides and settled against Megatron’s hip. His other arm was occupied with Hashtag, who was somehow still awake and groaning faintly with every step he took. “It’s your own fault,” he had informed her when she had complained of a stomach ache.

Glancing back at Optimus showed that he was only in a better position than him because he was carrying less. Nightshade had been all but thrown over Optimus’ shoulder while Twitch drooled on his other arm, all but curled up in his hand.

They were all so young it was almost painful.

“I think they’re all finally asleep,” Optimus whispered, clearly afraid of waking them all back up.

“Good. I’m blaming you for this,” Megatron said as he stepped carefully over a fallen log, trying not to drop the children in his arms.

“What? You’re the one who-”

“I did no such thing,” he said through a snicker, relaxing as the Malto farm came into view. “You have no proof that I did anything. Meanwhile…”

He knew the moment that Optimus saw Dorothy, the heavy steps behind him pausing before reluctantly starting up again. “You’re the one who gave her children candy.”

“Traitor,” Optimus muttered and Megatron smiled at Twitch when Optimus passed him.

“I can live with that.”

#transformers earthspark #transformers #tfe #tfe megatron #tfe optimus #twitch malto #thrash malto #hashtag malto #jawbreaker malto #nightshade malto #mo malto #maccadam #my fic #my writing #enjoy!

[unique-high]

PLUG DAUGHTER | HONGJOONG X BLK FEM READER.

18+ MINORS DON'T INTERACT

summary: Hongjoong, the son of a rich politician, can't get enough of you the daughter of a plug.

Warnings: drugs, and mention of k*lling.

a/n: I love me some Kevin Gates and really love his song Plug Daughter 2 and I couldn't help but want to write something based on that song and Hongjoong came to mind for this fic. This is just written for fun and my enjoyment, but if you enjoy it as well, comment and reblog. 🥹

Side note: this is my first time writing smut and MY LAST TIME, maybe. So please take it easy on me okay? I'm not a smut writer but I wanted to try my hands at it. Smut with plot??? sorry for any mistakes.

“I'm fuckin’ with the plug daughter.”

You and Hongjoong were in the backseat of your black Bentley. Your Chanel skirt is lifted and your pink thong is pulled to the side. Hongjoong's thick dick is buried deep into your tight pretty pussy.

Hongjoong's face hid in the crook of your neck. He's breathing heavily against your beautiful black skin. He's whimpering thrusting up into you. Your walls tighten around his dick. He's close to cumming. Your fingers snatch his hair pulling his head back so he can look at you. Smiling at him, you couldn't help but enjoy your man's expression.

“Awe, you're such a good boy for not cumming yet.” You cooed. Hongjoong fingers dig into your waist. He picks up his pace slamming up into you. Your head dips back in pleasure crying out his name and fuck Hongjoong thought that was hot.

“I-I want to cum please, Y/n?” Hongjoong begs. His dick twitches inside you and you clenched yourself around his big dick. He cusses. The sound of him pounding into you filled your Bentley. Panting breaths. You pull his hair harder. Your pretty wet pussy felt so good to him.

Hongjoong wants to cum deep inside you and then eat you out. He knew how much you liked being eaten out after he cums in you. There was something sexy about a man eating his own cum out of your pussy.

The sound of Hongjoong's phone goes off. It's his father calling. You tell Hongjoong to answer it and does. He tried to steady his breathing, his thrusting slows down and you bounce on his dick as he talked to his father.

“Yes, F-Father?” Hongjoong said into the phone.

“Where the hell are you? It's the state dinner is tonight you're supposed to be here.”

“I had something to take care of.”

You did this thing with your pussy that makes Hongjoong hiss into the phone. Leaning down beside his free ear you whispered, “Let your daddy hear how good I'm fucking you, Hongjoong~”

Shit. That was such a turn-on for Hongjoong. He closed his eyes, his phone pressed against his ear. His father is saying something to in him Korean asking him if he's listening. But Hongjoong is too focused on how hot your pussy felt. You tease his sensitive dick head with your pussy.

“F-Fuck, Y/n.” he moaned into the phone.

“Y/n? What are you saying? Hongjoong what the hell are you doing!?” he's father barked into the phone.

Hongjoong didn't want his dick to go soft from the sound of his father's voice so he hung up throwing his phone beside him. You pout, slowly sinking your pussy down on his thick veiny dick.

“Awe, Hongjoong you didn't want your daddy to hear how good I fuck you?” you smiled at him.

You gently rest your hand on Hongjoong's throat, lightly applying enough pressure. You squeeze his throat a little tight. Hongjoong loved it when you choked him. He starts thrusting again, a little faster, nails digging into your waist breaking the skin. His balls tighten. He's getting a little lightheaded, his dick is more sensitive now. He's hitting your spot. You thought of how nice it would feel if he had his thumb inside your ass right now. With his last deep thrust up into you, he cums hard, his body shaking, his eyes rolled back into his bed. He's cussing. You ride his overly sensitive dick and he's begging you to stop because he can't take it.

You move from him sitting beside him as his cum runs from your pussy onto your car's seat. Hongjoong needed a little time to get himself together before he can eat that pretty pussy of yours. He runs his hands down his sweaty face.

“Why is it every time we fuck. You fuck me like you'll never see me again?” Hongjoong asks.

You laughed pulling your thong off.

“To keep you addicted.” you teased.

Hongjoong thought you were crazy for that but he loved your kind of crazy. It always kept him crawling back to you. This man would let you step on his balls in your red bottom heels if it meant making you smile.

He looks over at you seeing you play with your nipples. You lift your feet, bringing your toes to his lips. He kisses your toes and sucks on them before he moves to kiss your ankle, then kiss your leg all the up your inner thigh to your leaking pussy. He licks your pussy lips and then kisses them before he plunges his tongue deep inside your pussy tasting his cum.

You closed your eyes ready to get the best head of your life. Hongjoong was at good at giving head. The first time he ever gave you head was inside a church in the confessional booth he had you calling out to God until you squirted all over his face.

This time your phone rings from the front seat. You ignored it forcing on how good Hongjoong's tongue felt. He rub his thumb on your clenching asshole, slowly pushing his thumb into your ass. You gasped. Your phone stops ringing. But then Hongjoong's phone rings. He stops what he's doing to answer it and you're pissed.

“Oh,hi, sir,” Hongjoong said. He mouthed to you that it's your father.

You rolled your eyes not in the mood anymore.

“Yes, I'll make the drop now.”

Hongjoong ends the call. He looks over at you seeing how annoyed you look.

“Just go.” you wave him off. Even though you wanted him to finish you knew if your father needed him to make a drop he had to do it immediately.

“I'll make it up to you, y/n.” he leans over kissing your hairline.

Your dad used to be Hongjoong's plug who he would buy coke from. Now Hongjoong worked for your dad. A son of a politician being a runner boy for the plug.

The first time Hongjoong saw you, you were sitting pretty in the backseat of your father's Rolls Royce. Hongjoong knew right then he had to have you. You and Hongjoong started a thing. At first, it was meaningless sex between you and him, but Hongjoong caught feelings. You thought it was adorable how he would hang on to your every word. You loved attention and Hongjoong just adored you.

So you kept him like a pet. And all pets need a collar so you bought him a diamond collar.

You kissed Hongjoong before he left. Not feeling satisfied at all you were going to go home and use your vibrator.

Hongjoong never envisioned this type of life for himself. His father would kill him if he ever found out he was moving drugs. The son of a politician couldn't be caught up in this kind of life, it would slander his father's name. And God the headlines of newspaper articles would be fucking crazy.

Now Hongjong was caught up in this shit he couldn't get out off if he wanted to. Your father already told him if he ever left you or even hurt you, he would kill Hongjong's family in front of him; your father already had bullets with their names. Literally.

Doing this kind of work could get Hongjoong killed if he wasn't careful; he was associating himself with dangerous people who knew who he was and where he lived. At least your father offered him protection. Stay loyal. That's all your father asks of him.

A knock on the tinted SUV window makes Hongjong roll it down. Yeosang takes off his sunglasses smiling at Hongjoong. Yeosang was one of your father's buyers and the guy you used to fuck. You cut him off after you and Hongjong got together. Hongjoong was just a better fuck and a good obedient boy when you needed him to be. And because of that Yeosang felt some type of way about you cutting him off. He could smell your favorite Arabian perfume coming off Hongjong. And that made his jaw tick.

"Has she been a good fuck for you?" Yeosang asks.

"That's none of your business," HongJoong said. "I got your load in the back.”

Hongjoong steps out of the SUV adjusting his suit. The two men in the front get out with their guns, just in case anything goes down. Yeosang men were just a few feet away watching with their guns out too. Hongjoong opens the trunk. Yeonsang signals for his men to come over. One of the men hands him a silver briefcase. Yeosang opens it letting Hongjong see the money inside before handing it over to him.

“How's Y/n?” Yeosang asks he steps out of the way as his men move the load from the trunk over to the car.

Hongjoong doesn't see why he cares about how you are doing. You and Yeosang were never a thing romantically. He rather fuck you like some rabbit into the bedsheets than care about anything you had going on with you.

“Y/n is one of your business anymore. So stop bringing her up each time we meet.”

Yeosang laughed, clapping his hands like Hongjoong said something funny. He steps to Hongjoong, his eyes lowering, getting a little darker.

“You think your preppy little ass has claim over her? You're just a dick she can fuck whenever she wants. When she finds her new plaything you'll be tossed to the side like some cum rag.” Yeosang spits on Hongjoong's shoes.

“Are you that salty cause, Y/n isn't fucking your little dick ass anymore?” Hongjoong bites back.

That pisses Yeosong off.

Of course, you told Hongjoong how small Yeosang's dick was. And how he wasn't able to satisfy you as much. You only kept Yeosang around because of his connections with the Mafia and because he spoiled you with Chanel and Tiffany.

“Watch yourself, Hongjoong.” Yeosang bumps Hongjoong's shoulder as he walks toward his car.

Great. Another reason for him to stay looking over his shoulder.

a/n: okay I was laughing so hard while writing the smut part lol. Idk if they'll be a part two or not. So I just let it end there in case anyone wants a part two.

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[livyjh]

Unexpected Visitor ch.7

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 2.8k

Entire work can be found on ao3 here

Chapter links listed at top of first chapter

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The night went by quickly. Din got at least 6 hours of rest while you ate, played cards, watched the baby, and dozed off a little bit.

He came up to the cockpit, looking at your current location and deciding it was almost time to exit hyperspace.

You got in your seats and secured the kid in his cradle, bracing yourself as the ship shook and slowed down.

A planet came into view, two suns setting over the horizon. “Is that it? Tatooine?” You ask.

“That’s it.” Din nodded, bringing you closer and closer.

He spoke again as you entered the planet’s atmosphere. “I have a friend here. She’ll let us park and keep an eye on the ship and the kid while we look for that bounty.”

Oh, right. The bounty. That was half the reason you were on this adventure. Din said he could at least use an extra pair of eyes looking for the assailant.

“Okay. What territory is this?” You ask.

“The city is Mos Eisley.” Din explains as he locates the correct hangar.

“Mos Eisley.” You repeat to yourself.

Then it hits you. Din had a female friend on this planet. It didn’t quite make you jealous… but you were curious if they had any history. You’d have to wait and see what the vibe is.

Din landed the ship with minimal trouble, the baby cooing at all the movement.

Din gets up and scoops the child up in his arms. “Come on, kid.”

You get up and follow the father-son duo down the ladder, grab your things, and go down the gate of the Razor Crest.

“Just the guy I was looking for!” A curly haired woman called out, walking up to Din quickly before taking the baby from his arms. “How are ya, kid?”

The baby giggled in her arms, reaching up toward her face. You smiled politely, waiting for Din to make introductions… it never came.

“Peli.” The women reached her free hand out to you.

You gave her your name and shook her hand, pretty much immediately sure that she and the Mandalorian had no interesting history past a mechanic/babysitter(?) to customer relationship.

“Surprised you haven’t blown this thing up yet.” Peli motions to the ship as droids surrounded it, holding all kinds of parts and tools.

“It could use a little help.” Din shrugged.

“I’m on it. Need me to watch the little guy?” She asked, bouncing the baby on her hip.

“If you could.” Din nodded to her, handing her some credits. “You’ll get the rest later.”

“I know you’re good for it, Mando.” She winked and shoved the credits in her pocket. She shouted suddenly at her droids, “Well, don’t just stand there!”

They all jumped, rolling their wheels to move to different spots of the ship and start repairs.

You can’t help but laugh. Droids were entertaining to you.

“Oh, so you don’t mind droids?” Peli asks you.

“Not at all.” You shrug.

Din sighs.

“This one here hates ‘em.” Peli points to Mando.

“Not… not as much as I used to.” Din defends himself.

“Hm. Whatever you say.” Peli shrugs and gives a nod to the two of you. “Well, go ahead. We’re fine here.”

“Thanks.” Din says as he motions for you to follow him out of the hangar.

You enter the city streets, things getting busier as you enter what you assume is the center of town.

“Where to?” You ask, turning to face Din.

“Cantina. We’ll discuss tactics and ask around for information.” He nods, placing a hand on your low back as he guides you through town to a bar.

There was upbeat music as you entered, a group of Biths playing instruments in the back of the room.

The bar was center of the room, seats all around the edges and near the entrance.

You and Din sit in a booth, settling in when a waitress comes over. “Welcome. What can I get for you two?”

“Something sweet. Surprise me.” You smile at her.

She looks to the Mandalorian.

“Nothing for me.” He shakes his head at her.

She leaves to go to the bar.

You turn your attention to Din across the table. “So. Who’s the bounty?” You say quietly enough that others can’t hear.

Din brings out a puck, setting it on the table to display a Trandoshan with a menacing scar over its left eye.

“Qorth Az.” Din says. “Wanted for assassinating a political figure on the planet Naboo. He’s escaped here.” Din pulls out what looks to be a tracking fob to show you.

“Will that thing start beeping or something?”

Din shakes his head. “Only indicator is the light. But the fact that it’s blinking at all means we’re in the right place.”

“Oh. Good.” You look around and then quickly duck down. “Wait, is he here?” You whisper.

Din almost laughs. “No. Not that close yet.”

You sit back up as the waitress comes back over to deliver your drink. You hand her some credits and tell her to keep the change.

“Okay. Good.” You respond to the Mandalorian. “Wait wait.” You wave your hands in front of you, coming to a realization. “You have a tracker, you know exactly what he looks like. What do you need me for?” You ask, feeling suddenly out of place, taking a long sip of your drink.

Din leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I need you for a lot of reasons, pretty girl.”

You blush at this. Even though he was flirting with you, you couldn’t help the feeling that you didn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you.

“Come on. Let’s go find a hotel and we’ll start looking tomorrow.” Din says as you finish your drink.

You both get up from the table and you slowly follow him, leaving the bar. You were only slightly tipsy, but you were getting stuck in your head. What if he just cares about the sex? For most of your adult life you’d been fine with people using you for sex. It’s how you earned your living. You were damn good at it, too.

But something about Din…

You smiled to yourself when thinking his name.

He shared that part of himself with you. Something he barely told anyone else. He told you that you have a good heart.

You thought over these things in silence on the way to a hotel, letting Din do the check-in.

You follow him to the room and he unlocks it with the key from the front desk. He enters, holding the door open for you. As soon as you’re both inside and the door shuts; “What’s wrong?” Din asks.

Oh right, he reads people for a living.

“It’s stupid. It’s honestly so little, it’s nothing.” You shake your head and sit on the bed.

He comes to sit next to you, putting a hand on your thigh. “I’m sure it’s not nothing.”

You sigh, putting your hands over your face. “I’m just… I-“ you start but then take another deep breath to sigh once more. “I know you like the sex with me and all but… is there anything else?” You look at him, heart beating fast.

“Cyar‘ika.” Din spoke softly, taking your face in his hands after removing his gloves. He grazed his thumbs over your cheeks back and forth. “You’re kind. Beautiful. Smart. Funny.” He explains. “Yes, the sex is amazing.” He laughs briefly. “But I-“

You look into his visor, waiting for him to say something else.

“I get so lonely.” He sighs. “That’s the truth… when I met you, I thought it maybe wouldn’t be so bad to travel with a companion. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

You smile slightly, looking down at his chest. He tilts your face upwards to look at him again.

“I haven’t felt so connected to someone… a woman, like this, ever.” He explains.

You wish more than anything that he’d kiss you. You knew it was forbidden for him to remove his helmet but your heart lurched at the thought.

“Mesh’la.” He says, hands still cradling your face. “Tell me you brought the blindfold.”

Okay. Yep. Mandalorians could read minds. You were sure of it now.

“I brought it.” You bite your lip.

“I want to show you how much you mean to me.” He speaks softly.

You nod and slowly get up, he does the same, starting to remove his armor.

You search in your bag for the strip of cloth, finding it quickly. You sit back down on the bed. “Can I… can I watch until you have to take the helmet off?”

He laughs devilishly. “Yes, sweet girl.”

You smile and squeeze your thighs together, watching as he expertly as he takes off each armor plate, takes off his cape, his pack, until all he was wearing were his plain brown clothes.

He takes off his boots next, then his pants… then his briefs… even only half hard he has the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen. And that’s saying something.

“Alright, cyar’ika, put it on.” He points to the blindfold.

You nod, closing your eyes and wrapping it around your head, tying it at the back.

It was all dark when you heard the sound of the helmet get set on the dresser. Another ruffle of clothing, had to be his shirt coming off, you think.

He pads towards you, and suddenly there are hands on your waist, pulling your shirt up over your head. He pulls you to stand up next.

His arms wrap around your waist, bringing you close and he buries his face in your neck, breathing you in.

“Sweet girl…” he murmurs. “My sweet girl.”

You can’t help but moan, and suddenly his lips are on yours, drinking in the sound. You whine into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. You held him like he was going to float away at any second.

Each time you kiss is somehow better than than the last and you don’t understand how you could’ve become so quickly attached to someone. But you were reveling in it.

He groans against your parted lips as he pushes his tongue past them. You run your fingers through his curly hair and tug until it elicits a moan from him.

His hands move down to hook into your pants and underwear. He breaks the kiss just long enough to get you out of them before he’s pushing you to lay down.

He crawled over you, getting between your legs as he kissed you over and over. Sweet, hot breath against your face.

“Din.” You breathe, tilting your head back as his kisses trail from your mouth down to your neck.

His facial hair against your soft skin made your whole body tingle in the most amazing way.

“You still have marks from the other day.” He smiles.

“Good. Give me more.” You smirk.

He laughs sweetly, attaching his mouth to the front of your shoulder, sucking a hickey into it. He moves on to your left breast. Then the right. Then up to your collarbone. He wanted people to see them in just the right light, at the right angle. Just under the necklines of your shirts.

“Gonna take care of you, mesh’la.” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

You nod, biting your lip. He nibbles your earlobe and you whine, rolling your hips up in hopes of finding some friction.

You feel his dick against your thigh and he moans, reaching down to guide it to your pussy. He pushes just the head inside, collecting some of your slick before pulling back out and rubbing it up and down your slit a few times.

“Fu- uck.” You speak brokenly.

He lets out a shaky breath, pushing himself inside of you. “M- Maker-“ he stutters.

You’re breathing hard as he pushes into you painfully slow. Once he’s finally all the way inside, you squeeze around him, pulling a whimper of your name from his throat.

He pulls out and pushes back in at 1-2 second intervals, making you moan with each thrust. You can’t help it, he has you twisted around his finger.

You moved to wrap your legs around his hips, using the leverage to roll your hips up into his each time he pushed into you.

“Fuck, cyar’ika.” Din sighs, moving down to kiss you. “Feel so good.”

You felt the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust and it made your head spin. “Faster, please.” You beg.

“Anything for you.” He breathes.

He picks up the pace, using one hand to gather your wrists and pin them above your head. Supporting his weight with that arm while his other hand moves down, rubbing his thumb against your clit.

“Oh-“ you gasp, breathing out hard.

He works in little circles, just like you showed him. It was bringing you closer to the edge quickly, making you clench around him.

“Gonna cum for me?” He asks.

You nod fervently.

“Yeah? Good.” He grunts as he fucks you into the mattress, rubbing your clit in the perfect way.

“I’m, oh, I’m cumming.” You throw your head back, wrists struggling against Din’s hand gripping them above you as your orgasm hits you. “Fuck, please, yes-!” You pant as he continues thrusting and rubbing you.

“Good girl.” He groans as you slowly stop jerking your hips.

He slows down and you speak up. “Wait, but you didn’t-“

“Not yet. I can wait.” He purrs, kissing you as he pulls out of you.

You whine at the feeling, he releases your wrists but you leave your hands above your head anyway.

He crawls back on the bed and soon you feel him putting your knees over his shoulders. “Fuck.” You breathe out, anticipating it all.

The second he puts his mouth on you, you know he’s going to make you cum again, just like this.

He pushes his tongue into you, tasting you and moaning, longing for more. Suddenly he’s pushing two fingers into you and rubbing against that special spot again.

Oh god, he was going to try making you… squirt, again. Maker, the fact that he finds that so appealing is a big turn on for you.

He has your thighs shaking within thirty seconds, fingering you like a professional as his lips sucked on your clit.

“It’s coming.” You warn him, angling your hips up.

He continues sucking on your clit for a moment until you start to orgasm, when he moves down to swallow what he can. You’re writhing in pleasure under his touch, and you realize you’ll need housekeeping to come by with a new blanket and/or top sheet. You couldn’t care any less at the moment.

He pulls his fingers out of you and licks you to clean up what he can before moving back up on the bed so he could kiss you.

You whine, tasting yourself and feeling almost overstimulated. But it was something you were beginning to like feeling around him.

“How’re you doing? You did so good, sweet girl.” Din encourages you, cock hard and heavy against your leg.

“I’m fantastic.” You say softly, trying to regain composure.

“Please…” you reach down and take his dick in hand. “Cum inside me.” You plead.

You can’t see it, but he smiles down at you before kissing your cheek. You guide his member into you as he pushes his hips forward.

“Think you can cum again for me?” He asks sweetly, lips pressing a kiss just behind your ear.

You think for only a second before nodding, legs still a little shaky from your last orgasm.

“Good.” He kisses your cheek again before locking lips with you and starting to thrust.

“Fuck, Din.” You cry out, sensitive pussy throbbing around him.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, digging your nails into his back as he speeds up.

“L- love your cunt, pretty girl.” He stutters the first word.

You moan in response, breathing harder as you feel yourself getting close again. “Touch me.” You whine.

He’s holding himself up with one arm, but his free hand grazes slowly up your side and over your breast. He replaces his hand with his mouth over your nipple and you’re gone.

“I’m g- gonna-” He warns.

You feel euphoric and don’t realize Din said something until he’s shooting cum inside you.

You moan his name, loving the feeling of him inside you like this. You never wanted to leave this bed.

You both come down from your highs and he eventually pulls out of you. “One second.” He gets off the bed and returns with a warm washrag, cleaning up between your legs gently.

Your body is humming, blissfulness enveloping you. “Can we lay here for awhile?” You ask, reaching out blindly for him as you get under the covers.

He hums affirmatively, getting into the bed with you and wrapping you in his arms. You press your face into the crook of his neck and breathe him in. His scent lulls you to sleep.

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[cringemesstickles]

Tiny Tickles

(TickleTober Day 31: Aftercare, the TickleTober Finale)

Summary: Sam wants more tickles, but Dean thinks he needs to breathe (weechesters)

Pairing: none

Word Count: 300

A/N: Well friends, it’s been a pleasure. Tickletober went by so fast and I can’t believe it’s over 😭

I had lots of fun participating this year and I hope y’all had fun as well! Till next year~ 🧡🧡

Happy Halloween!!! 🧡🎃🧡

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“Sammy, are you sure you want more?” Asked Dean, pausing his tickle attack on Sam to look at his flushed face. Sam nodded frantically, panting and giggling, brown curls bouncing with him.

“Mo, Dehehehee!”

Despite Sam’s pleas to keep going, his laughter was beginning to go silent and wheezy, and Dean could tell that it was time to call it quits. He slowed his fingers to a light spidery motion before stopping completely, sitting up and crossing his legs so that he could pull the giggling little boy into his lap.

“Deeean, mo tickles!!” Whined Sam, looking at his big brother with pleading eyes.

Dean chuckled.

“Later, Sammy. You need to breathe for awhile, alright?”

Sam pouted but seemed to accept it.

“Okay… pwomise tickles later?” He looked at the older boy with his signature puppy dog eyes, causing him to smile with endearment.

“Promise. Now how about you take a little nap? You can barely keep your eyes open.”

The toddler let out a big yawn, proving his brother’s point.

“Okay, De… love you.” With those words, he snuggled up to his big brother, gently holding the fabric of his sweater in his tiny hands, taking comfort in listening to the boy’s heartbeat.

Dean felt his chest tighten at the innocent words and he pressed a kiss to the soft curls of his baby brother.

“Love you too, Sammy...”

Once he had the kid situated, he started to brush his fingers through the soft brown hair, twirling a strand between his finger every now and then.

“Hehe..”

“What’s with the giggling?” Dean asked with a chuckle when the silence was interrupted.

“Tummy still tickly…” Tittered Sam.

The older boy shook his head fondly before sneaking a hand under his brother’s shirt, rubbing away the leftover tickles.

“Better?”

“Mhm.. hehe”

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[ammuniti0n]

I summon thee, Beta readers!

Hello!

I've recently started writing a 19 Days fanfiction about my all time favorite boys He Tian and little Mo. It's going to be an mpreg, arranged marriage and planned baby with a lot of plot and a slow burn.

I'm looking for someone who is either familiar with the content (I would love to bounce ideas about how to write them in character) or someone who just genuinely loves to give feedback and constructive criticism.

If you are interested please let me know!

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[vulpisnocturna]

Writing tips: How to describe depression with body language

WARNING: may be triggering to some; not meant to diagnose, only as a tip for writing characters suffering with mental health issues

Depression is usually different for everyone, but there are several symptoms that can be expanded upon and explored. Everyone is familiar with the concept of depression, but there’s a lot of physical responses that are visible and can also help in show-don’t-tell writing.

1. Depressed mood: pretty self-explanatory. Downcast eyes, unfocused gaze, downturned lips, sluggish movements, slow or slurred speech

2. Anhedonia (loss of interest in pleasurable activities): your character may be wandering, turning down offers, wanting to do something relating to a hobby but being unable to start or concentrate, other people may notice lack of passion, listless eyes, numbness

3. Loss of appetite/Weight loss or gain: playing with food, not having the energy to cook meals, eating the same thing over and over again, skipping meals, forgetting to eat until stomach is rumbling, eating to fill metaphorical emptiness, eating out of boredom, snacking instead of cooking meals, visible changes in weight and/or strength

4. Insomnia/Hypersomnia: struggling to fall asleep, turning and turning in bed without finding a comfortable position, waking up several times at night and struggling to fall back asleep, depression naps (usually lasting several hours), being sluggish, bags and shadows under eyes, taut, sallow skin

5. Psychomotor retardation/agitation: slow speech and movements, very little movement, delayed answers and physical responses; OR bouncing legs, wringing hands, nail biting, quick replies, nervousness

6. Fatigue: breathlessness, tiredness, weak legs and muscles

7. Diminished concentration: can be shown through character’s hobby (blank page for a writer, rereading the same paragraph over and over again, unsatisfactory work etc.), muffled sounds in conversations, lessons/lectures/work, easily avoidable mistakes slipping past character’s eyes

8. Feelings of worthlessness or guilt: recurring deprecating/horrible comments about skills/appearance/behaviour etc.,

7. Recurrent thoughts of death/ideation: not going to get into it, pretty self-explanatory.

General behaviours:

Again, this changes from person to person. As a generalised theme, people suffering from depression have a hard time with daily tasks. Brushing teeth, showering, food shopping, cleaning, tidying up, chores etc.

Also, don’t say a character feels depressed. Depression often feels like apathy, boredom, frustration, and sometimes, very intense anguish and hopelessness. Imagine the range of human emotions as a line. Depression is a line parallel to that but much lower, more muffled. It feels like a bubble that muffles feelings and the world around someone. It feels like trudging through mud to complete the simplest tasks. You may slow down the pacing to help the reader see just how long and exhausting every little action is, place a lot of inactivity inbetween actions, staring at walls etc.

A character with depression may also have very low libido, with difficulty orgasming, not wanting sex but desiring intimacy, mind wandering during sex etc.

Meds and healing

Medication can take up to 6 weeks to start to show results. Side effects in those 6 weeks range from nausea to dizziness, fatigue, migraines, and most of all, a feeling of constant apathy. Emotions are either not felt or being felt much less. That includes hopelessness as much as joy, excitement, sadness etc.

After those 5-6 weeks, character may notice the range of their emotions is widening. They feel more, more often. They may cry at a touching scene in a film, laugh or suddenly feel hopeful or happy or excited about a small thing. It’s fleeting, but human emotions actually last very little time. Don’t jump into happiness. For many depressed people, healing looks more like feeling different emotions more frequently, having slightly more energy, having inspiration for a painting, a story, a walk in nature. Healing looks very subtle, it’s a continuous process.

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