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a-lil-perspective · 2 years

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🌹 maybe since cute Cross'buir? 🥺

Pssh hell I have more Cross’buir than I know what to do with. To everyone’s detriment. XD

Anyway apparently I can’t just do one line sorry about that. This is from a fic.. thing I’ve had in the drafts 4 ever about Cross taking preggo Dee shooting. And like he helps her out with her form and stuff. Takes extra care of her afterwards. It’s whatevs.

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“How’s that heat?”

Her blissed out look speaks for itself as the heating pad administers a gelatinous effect on her muscles. Delana sinks further back into the bed, back within the comforts of their apartment at last. “It’s good,” she breathes.

She peels one eye open to watch Crosshair assume his post-practice ritual upon ensuring her comfort. He unpacks and dismantles each weapons kit one by one, brandishing his trusty oil rag as he goes, the workings of his own heat treatment around his shoulders. After all these years, his fastidiousness is as pronounced as ever.

She closes her eyes and lets the familiar sounds and scents and the presence of him usher her towards blissful remiss. At just shy of seven months pregnant, she finds naps to be more and more becoming.

She’s nearly asleep when she hears the final snap of a case close. Her eyes flutter open just in time to see Crosshair resigned to quietly wrapping his hands. Watching her with soft, guarded eyes. So much on his calculating mind. “You did good out there, sweetheart.”

Dee pretends to think for a moment. “You did alright.”

She’s granted his signature smirk. She mirrors it back and he can’t deny the way his heart soars.

“How are your shoulders?” he redirects.

Delana shifts, her breath hitching with the movement. “They’re alright.”

“Sore?”

She suppresses a grimace. “Not too bad.”

“I can fix that.”

“It’s fine Cross—”

“You’re with child,” the bed dips as he settles in behind her, gingerly bringing her to him. “Your body is more susceptible to swelling. You’re more—”

“If you say ‘fragile’—”

“Delicate.”

She scrunches her nose. “That’s even worse.”

“Beautiful, then.”

She whips around to face him. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“You never asked me to make sense.” He gives a little twirl of his finger in signaling her return to the previous position. “You just asked me to be true.”

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faintvibes · 1 year

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Bakery AU: Electric Boogaloo

drops this

Explanation under the cut!

Every now and then, as is the circle of life, I inevitably come back and redesign/generally remake my bakery au, so I humbly offer its latest reincarnation.

The general premise is that a bunch of dead nations (incl Prussia, because he doesn't live through the cold war this time round) try a risky experiment that's meant to bring them back to life- and it does! But they get reincarnated as humans, with no memory of their lives as nations. The remaining Nation Energy they have joins them together in their new lives through a telepathic link.

The story mostly centers around Beilschmidt Bakery- a business in Magdeburg that Almaric's (Germania's) parents decided to purchase above other candidates because of the coincidental (or so they thought) name match-up. In reality, this is a business Prussia established in the 1880s that he largely left up to locals to run, but would take Germany to as a young boy as an escape from politics. (Germany has not visited it since Prussia's death- but once he does, he's in for a surprise!)

Almaric and Gilbert work at the bakery full-time, with the plan being that Gilbert will one day inherit it. Kallisto, Navid, and Ixchel (Ancient Greece, Ancient Persia, and Thule- an Inuit culture originating in Alaska that spread across Canada for 600 years). Jules and Hazael (Knights Templar and Hospitaller) are Gil's friends from high school, who work part-time at the bakery to help pay for their education to become a music therapist and paramedic respectfully.

**I'm aware, by the way, that Ixchel isn't an Inuit name, but rather a Mayan one! There is a reason for this, both in her nation life and human one!! It's difficult to explain without going into my whole perspective on Indigenous Nations in the Americas- so I'll just say that in her human life, she's named after someone her parents were friends with but lost contact, and this is similar but not the same as the story about her name in her prior life. Hopefully that makes sense :)

Of those not working at the bakery: Romulus (Ancient Rome) is a Roman archaeologist and as a result travels a lot, Lotte (Ancient Gaul) is the Director of the Royal Archives in the Netherlands, and so lives in the Hague, Ephraim (Ancient Judea) works as a history conservator at the Jewish Museum Berlin, and Nermin (Ancient Egypt) travels the globe searching for answers on why they're Like That.

As for why Prussia dies: I'm running with the theory that Prussia becomes East Germany in canon- and that he does not in this au, but everyone assumes he does since he doesn't die/fade/whatever immediately upon becoming dissolved. In reality, his survival is due to being used to changing nature (another headcanon of mine, but I'm of the perspective- first of all, that Prussia was originally the Baltic Prussians- that the representative of the Baltic Prussians, rep of the Teutonic Knights, rep of the [independent] Prussia, and rep of the Prussia that's part of Germany all required reps of entirely different natures. Baltic Prussia/Old Prussia was a collection of tribes operating under one culture but never one organisation, meaning the representative would be more like the ancients typically were, residing over a culture but not one specific nation/tribe/organisation of people. Holy orders like the Teutonic Knights organised in small pockets within countries and territories, so being the representative of that is, again, different. And then, of course, being an independent, fully-fledged nation is another form of representative. And being a representative of territory within a nation is different again. So Prussia (the person) is clearly an adaptable little gremlin and hard to kill, even when he probably should have been- long aside over!) which means that even though he no longer represents a territory, people, or culture, he exists anyway because fuck you. Rather, he adapts to being your average everyday human, losing his immortality and boosted healing factor- but this isn't something immediately noticeable. It IS noticeable, however, when he dies and doesn't eventually get back up again. And starts decaying away.

Russia buried the body and never told a soul what happened. The rest of the world continued thinking Gilbert, as East Germany, was just trapped behind the iron curtain. This fell apart with the Berlin Wall, when Russia just would not cough him up. It became quite clear Russia did something- but no one knew what. Even the other Soviet states hadn't a clue, just that he'd disappeared years ago and no one ever saw him again. Most of them thought he probably escaped, though Russia didn't react as though he'd escaped, because it seemed like the most reasonable explanation. Now, it was clear that Russia had done something- and, they believed, still doing something, because it's not like nations die permanently when they still represent something. The reunification of Germany was partly out of the hope that it would put him out of his misery- though the thought that he might be alone and suffering, somehow managing to survive, continues to haunt Germany.

As a funky little bonus, here's the last time I made a reference for this au:

Left most of the lads as heads this time because I knew that I don't have the energy to do all of them rn.

*Ixchel has the funky little aura thing going on because in this version they all had individual powers, and hers just happened to project outwardly. Mithridates (to memory) is Navid- except the name felt a bit too on the nose, and I didn't realise Ancient Persia had a rep until I came back to the project this time around, so a lot of changes on that front. (Same with Ancient Egypt!)

#Gilbert would ABSOLUTELY keep the line on his old apron #but every time I look at it the second-hand embarrassment kills me and I just couldn't do it this time #so pretend it's there ig #YES Jules and Almaric's hair are health and safety violations waiting to happen #BUT Jules only works the counter n Almaric does his hair differently when he puts on one of those hair nets for food prep so it's probs alr #hetalia #hws prussia #hws germania #hws rome #hws knights templar #hws knights hospitaller #hws ancients #hetalia au #hetalia fanart #hetalia headcanons #hws medieval trio #I just think they're neat #hetalia bakery au #tw: death

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cacklefrendly · 1 year

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hey remember OFF?? that game was neat

anyways here’s Kit again

#cackle draws #blood tw #oc: Kit Bismuth #wow what a neat experience let me objectify it #in my half-hearted defense this is at least half an experiment in line style

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yandere-daydreams · 2 months

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tw - dub/con, afab!reader, cockwarming, medical malpractice, nonconsensual drug use, manipulation, unbalanced power dynamics, and obsessive behavior.

[commissioned piece. donate to palestinians in gaza here.]

“It really is a shame to lose such a lovely patient.

His hand drifted from your thigh to your hip, rocking you back as you tried to squirm away from him. He was too deep, too big, and you’d been sitting on his cock for too long. Whenever you tried to shift your weight, though, the arm wrapped around your waist would tighten its hold and drag you back into place, leaving your ass slotted against his hips and your cunt struggling to clench around his base. You didn’t know how long he’d kept you like this, but it must’ve been longer than an hour, if not two, three, four. Despite your foggy senses, you could feel slick dripping down your thighs, an empty void in the pit of your stomach where pleasure should’ve been. You could remember hearing that Harper was a good doctor, but that couldn’t be right. Doctors weren’t supposed to make you feel so bad.

“I mean, I know it should be a doctor’s goal to see their patients off as happy and as healthy as can be, but—” He paused, sighed, and you could picture him rolling his eyes, feigning wistfulness as he let out an airy chuckle. “Good, obedient patients can be so rare, especially in a town like this. I’m allowed to mourn the loss of my best charge yet, aren’t I?”

You felt him twitch inside of you, and in search of a distraction, your gaze fell to the collection of papers fanned out over the desk in front of you. You knew you were supposed to be reading them, but the text seemed so impossibly small, and your last round of medication was still clouding your senses, making it hard to focus on much of anything beyond the throbbing in your core, the feeling of his cock stretching you open despite your body’s best attempts to force him out. You could recognize the phrases, signal out words like ‘unfit’ and ‘dependent’ mixed in with the rest of the benign text, but when you tried to put it all together, none of it made sense. It was all you could do to check the boxes Harper pointed to, sign your name on any dotted lines that hadn’t already been filled by his. You could only hope that, when you finished, he’d let you stand up, get off of him, go back to your cozy room with its nice, soft padded walls. You couldn’t imagine having to sleep in his office, again.

“And you’ve been so cooperative, too,” he went on, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You felt his lips against the shell of your ear, then your cheek. “Always taking your medication, always following your treatment plans, always coming to our little sessions with an open-mind – the pinnacle of an ideal patient. Honestly, sometimes I think I could tell you to stick your hand in a vat of boiling water, and you’d do it with a smile on your face. All for the sake of your recovery, of course.”

It was him moving, this time – shifting forward until your stomach was pressed against the blunt edge of his desk and he was all-but draped over you, his body pressed flush against yours. You let out a pitchy whine by way of protest, but Harper didn’t seem to notice, only humming as his hand found yours. “Almost done, little mouse. Just one more page.” He was practically cooing as he took you by the wrist, guiding your hand to the bottom of the final page. Two thick, cutting lines occupied most of the available space, his neat signature taking up the first. He brought you to the second, almost daunting in its vacancy, his index finger tapping against the back of your hand. “You remember your name, right? Can you write it for me?”

It was so hard to think, to stay awake, to try and remember a time where he hadn’t been planted so deeply inside of you. “If…” you started, only to trail off. You blinked once, then twice, and did your best to force your tongue to move. “If I do, can I go home?”

Usually, Harper hated it when you talked about the orphanage, about school, about home. You hadn’t meant to, you just wanted to go back to your room, and you moved to correct yourself, to promise that you didn’t want to be anywhere but this hospital, his hospital before he frowned and prescribed you another electrotherapy session, another dose of the small, white pills that left your thoughts blurred and your body hot. But, anything you might’ve been able to spit out died with a breathy laugh, a peck to the corner of your jaw. “Of course,” he purred, rocking his hips gently against yours. “Sign, and I’ll take you home tonight.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt yourself start to smile. Hastily, smudging the ink more than once, you scrawled your name across the brutal line, dropping the pen and going slack against Harper as soon as you were finished. There was another open-mouthed kiss to your throat, then the dip of your shoulder, and he dragged you back onto his lap with a playful squeeze to your thigh, a grin pressed into the crook of your neck. You squirmed unabashedly, now, your hands graspingly weakly at the arms of his chair in hopes of pulling yourself to your feet, but Harper held you tight. “Where do you think you’re going, little mouse?”

“I need to— You said I could go—”

“Just give me another minute, darling.”

His cock pulsed against the walls of your cunt, and you felt something break open inside of you.

“I want to appreciate this moment before we get you to proper, brand-new home.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #degrees of lewdity #dol #harper the doctor #dol harper #harper x reader #yandere harper #dol harper x reader #yandere drabble #yandere degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity imagines #yandere dol #dol imagines

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sunderedscript · 1 year

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Hanzo Urushihara [BSD AU]

tw: child abuse, human experimentation

-Basics-

Current Name: Hanzo Urushihara Birth Name: Lucifer Noi Age: ??? (Physically 18) Gender: Male Height: 155 cm Weight: 48 kg Ability: unnamed (Empathy) Occupation: Streamer Likes: Naps, Junk Food, Video Games Dislikes: Cats, His Mother, Needles, Small Spaces Family: Ignora, Sataniel

-Bio-

Lucifer was born to two brilliant scientists, one a lover of peace, and one who sought out perfection. His Father, Sataniel, was often too busy to watch over his child, leaving the young child in his mother's care. Ignora, a geneticist, was seeking a way in which humans would be free of disease and also the root of gifted abilities. What better to use than her own son, gifted and the perfect subject in her eyes.

Her experiments were a success, almost- Lucifer was unable to get sick, and no longer needed to eat or sleep. Perfectly healthy no matter what she did to him. And she would have replicated it, mass-produced the miracle that she had created in her son, if not for Sataniel finding out. Appalled at what she had done to their only child, he took Lucifer and fled. Hiding his son away in Japan before untimely meeting his end at the hands of his own wife.

Lucifer, now going by Hanzo, lives mostly in seclusion on the funds his father had left him. To keep funds, he works as a beta tester and streamer on the internet, refusing to leave the one-bedroom apartment to go outside- So his passage of time is a bit skewed-

-Ability-

His ability is a simple one, to feel(taste) the emotions of those around him. It makes the outside world an overstimulating noise of emotions since he has no way of turning off his own ability or tuning it out. It leaves him drained and apathetic to others. Negative emotions taste better to him-

#tw: child abuse #<< Muse: Hanzo >>#//i love this boy so i give him a bsd au//#//i know i could have given him a cool ability like his wings or something but- the line about tasting emotions he gives in his debut has #stuck to me and thus i give him the power of vibe check. Demons consume negative emotions for power is a neat idea//

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tojiphile · 8 months

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ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION MEN + DICK HEADCANONS & SIZES

a/n. i wrote this last night at 5am while sleep deprived so the further it gets the more wack it gets LOL

cw/tw. f!reader, rough sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, body hair, skinny penis, unprotected sex, for 18+ readers

MONKEY D. LUFFY

— 6.5” but thinks he’s average, so he doesn’t stretch it out with his abilities. not too girthy, but he makes up for it with his unrelenting stamina. it curves up against his stomach and leans left slightly. a little bit messy because he tried to shave it once and nicked himself, so he just settled with the hair. honey-toned towards the base and a deep red at the tip, especially when he’s raring to go.

— he wants to do it in every position, on every surface. he has you bent over the dinner table, one leg up and slamming into you mercilessly. he has you spread eagle in the bathtub, legs locked behind his back as he stuffs you full. it’s almost as if his dick is made for you, the curve perfectly abuses your g-spot as every orgasm overwhelms you, and you’re left a sobbing, babbling mess. he wants to know if he’s doing well, and he gets his answer when you chant “s— so, ah! good, fuck, d— don’t stop!” like a prayer.

RORONOA ZORO

— long, fat and heavy. he’s blessed with a stunning 7.3” length, though if anyone asks, he rounds down to make them feel more at ease. veiny. the mushroom tip is flushed purple, and it’s rests nicely on your tongue!! probably messy down there, he doesn’t see the point in shaving or trimming, but if you ask nicely, he’ll grunt, roll his eyes, and do it for you.

— you insisted that you didn’t need any prep, but as you straddled him, lining up your cunt with his cock, you soon realised your mistake. you have to spread yourself open, face scrunching up, and slowly sink down. he loves the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering as you start riding him. when your eyes flutter shut and your hips stutter, he takes control—holding you tight by the waist and fucking into you until you’re screaming.

SANJI VINSMOKE

— 6.4” and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip. it curves up and to the right. the carpet matches the drapes. he keeps it neat, though he probably doesn’t grow much hair anyway. he trims it once every few days, but he’ll never admit to it. smells the best AKA smells really clean, like soap.

— he goes crazy when you maintain eye contact and drop to your knees. you take his cock in hand, lifting it to run your tongue on the underside, tracing a prominent vein. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and his whole body is shaking, knees buckling as he chases that familiar high.

USUPP

— coming in at 5.8”, he makes up for it in his thick girth. when he jerks himself off, he can barely wrap his hand around it. he’s soooo sensitive that the wind can blow and he’s be hard. fat fat fat mushroom head that’s olive, golden-hued, and always oozing precum. heavy heavy balls. he might be clumsy and inexperienced, but his size alone is enough to make you drool. trims sometimes but only when he thinks he might get lucky.

— his hand grips your hair as you worship his cock, working magic with your mouth. as you jerk him off, you give small kitten licks to his leaking tip, tasting his salty precum. you whisper, “i want you” and before you know it, he has you pinned under him, rutting his thick cock into you desperately. his eyes are fixated on the way your cunt swallows him, and only strangled groans escape his lips.

BUGGY

— sorry buggy simps but he’s definitely a shower not a grower, though he still does comes in at a nice 6”! also, it’s ya boy, skinny penis. built like a tree branch but at least it’s really veiny, AND he knows how to talk you through it. so really, it might not be the most impressive but with his confidence when he’s fucking you? he’ll fuck you out and make you believe he’s 8” and 5”.

— he loves admiring your sopping cunt as it swallow him whole, your princess parts stretching to to accommodate his cock. he likes to fucks you. he presses you up against a window and fucks you from the back, choking you with his forearm and practically purrs, “taking me so well, ya dirty slut, fuckin’ cunt was made for my cock.”

SHANKS

— he doesn’t act like it buuuuuuut monster cock. it’s 7.8”, thick, and curved so much it slaps against his happy trail. let me tell you that when he sun tans, he does it naked. he lathers that horse cock up with sunblock and spreads eagle on the sand, hands behind his head, so he’s bronzed and beautiful. trims when he feels like it or if you ask, he doesn’t really think much about it.

— he doesn’t look like he’s putting in much effort when he fucks, barely breaking a sweat, but he has you writhing, hands gripping the sheets, eyes hazy and choking on your own spit. he knows what he’s doing to you. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in delicate circles making you cum over and over again until you’re absolutely wrecked. when he’s close, he picks up the pace, grunting heavily, hips stuttering as he spills his seed inside of you. when he pulls out, he takes the time to finger fuck his cum back into you, your body shaking as you work through the aftershock.

#tojiphile #one piece #one piece smut #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #usupp x reader #buggy x reader #shanks x reader #luffy x you #zoro x you #sanji x you #usupp x you #buggy x you #shanks x you #one piece live action #one piece x reader #smut blog

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lno-x · 23 days

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Hello! I've just came here to say I adore your Gideon and Harrow designs (as someone w/ a big forehead, I thank you for harrow bigger forehead). I do have a question; how did you come up with their designs? What did you keep from canon and what did you add that, well, makes the characters... Them.

Info-dump as much as you want, I wanna learn more about their looks and just whatever else comes to your mind. (Also it feels like really nice to see myself in harrow, at least in appearance.... Thank you).

HI!!!!!!! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!! To be honest, my furst Harrow was the most basic Harrow ever

I only start to read book at this point, but then i came across a line where her skin was described as gray, and that's when the gears in my head started moving headcanons thoughts bellow (tw: non-sexual nuduty)

Only after some time, when I was already attached to the design, I found a post describing the appearance of the characters on the official Temsyn blog, and it turned out that Gideon’s skin should be darker than Harrow’s. I was very afraid that I would not be accepted in the fandom for such inattention, but as it turned out, many people were pleased to see such design of Harrow, and some even saw it as a representation. I am very happy about that!!! The book gave me enough descriptions of her appearance that I didn't add much except to make her look ridiculously lanky.

In book 3, at the time of her first meeting with Kiriona, Nona said that her appearance was completely opposite to Harrow’s in every way. That's why I build their portraits on contrasts. Harrow have neat smooth nose, Gideon on the other hand have hooked nose. Harrow have cupid bow lips, Gideon's lips is more slim. Harrow is bony, Gideon is kinda curvy. Harrow has tsureme eyes, Gideon have tareme eyes. And etc. etc. Almost all the details are taken from the book, even her acne, so again I didn’t add much of my own. Unless I think that Gideon is not as big as she thinks she is (Camilla is bigger) (gaining weight in the ninth house with a terribly poor diet is very difficult) This post changed my whole imagination about her.

Necromancer gideon as bonus!!

#tlt #the locked tomb #gideon nav #gideon the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #harrow the ninth #griddlehark #lno-x art #answers

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thestupidestpersonintheroom · 1 year

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does it count as self harm if i don't even draw blood?? i've been doing this since i was 14 (almost 10 upsie dupsie) and it's never particularly escalated so is it really that bad??

#im just so scared of someone seeing the marks and me then getting fired over it #i usually try and make them in patterns that coudl be realistically explained as an accident. but tonight i was just passed it #and now i've got a bright red neat line of cuts #whoooooops #oooh shit as i'm typing this i've just remembered that i'm freaking graduating on thursday #how am i suposed to wear my dress lmaoooo #concealer i guess #tw self harm #tw sh

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skeletonmaster69 · 2 years

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#vent tw #the two scabs i had healed over awhile ago #i wish my method were more normal. cutting and scratching both make sense and sound like how they are #'picking at scabs' is most accurate but its so long. 'bleeding' is too general. no good options here #whatever it is i wish i could do it rn but everythings healed up rn #maybe at school i can get a real shard pencil and dig in my skin a little and make a new scab #i dont really feel like trying to bite myself again im too cowardly to do it right #pencils feel cleaner anyways #like obvs they arent but biting is wet and gross while pencils make neat little dots or lines depending on what you do with them #course the best thing to do is make a long line with a pencil #and then use your nails to scrape it wider on each side #then youll get a big scab that peels nicely and bleeds a lot #which is perfect #i wish i had one rn but as said the two i had healed

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mehidktbh · 1 year

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Between You And Me (P.t 1)

Pairing: Simon Riley x Nurse!Fem!Reader

Summary: You're in a secret relationship with Ghost, no one knows but with that comes problems. When one guy starts to get the hint that you're single. He finds out the only way to get you all by himself is to slowly hide in the shadows waiting for the perfect time.

Warning: War, unwanted/nonconsensual , secret relationship, touching, ANGST, grinding, reader is groped, TW SH (SEXUAL HARASSMENT), swearing, injuries and bloody wounds

A/N: 11 Days since my last post. Sorry for my in and out absents, idk why I'm not as committed as I use to be. But here's the Simon Riley fic everyone voted on!! (Part 2) Taglist: @lauraliisa, @mxtokko, @jemandderkeinenusernamenfindet, @ghostshotwife420, @snortangeldust, @thychuvaluswife, @quesowakanda, @goodsoup03, @cielobgers, @andy-unu-03, @sididakra-jo, @nocti1s, @luvfromkat, @lily-ilo, @iwmtfm, @elentiyaiswriting, @berryjuicyy, @crazyfandomist, @aqxz, @yaaamadaa-blog, @itsquinoa, @tomhollandisabae, @wivwer, @old-red-owl, theverycelestialgemini, leopardfang15, @iwmtfm

The smell of foul metal floated around the room, and the suddenly rich, thick blood decorated your hands. The metal dish dinged sharply as you dropped the final piece of glass down. Finally, straightening your back upwards to now look out the closed wound. Which was a horrific scene before. Only know it's been wiped down with alcohol and sown up with a neat row of stitches.

"All done." You happily said, relieved that you could now open a window when this guy left. The blood smell was getting to you. So gradually and carefully you began picking up your equipment, putting all the soaked bloody cotton balls on the metal dish. But you suddenly stoped when the sensation of a cold hand came out to grab you.

"Sorry, sweets. Just need a bit of help getting to the door" He smiled 'innocently' but you nodded in return. Ignoring and swallowing the sudden gut rench feeling you got as you let him grab hold of your whole arm. His fingers traced up and down your skin, as he gripped on tight, you kept silent as much as you wanted to scream and you quickly lead him to the door.

The sound of the door creaking open echoed through the barracks, mixing in with the sound of talking from down the hallway. You quickly smiled before beginning to turn away, only to be grabbed again. Fucking hell- "Thanks toots for the patch up" Smiling you said nothing in return, only trying to avert your gaze from his lustful eyes. His mouth practically breathed down your neck as you slowly pulled out of his reach. Finally shutting the door.

And you thought that was it... but you were wrong.

It started out as little there to their moments where he'd pop out of nowhere right as you were alone. When you were on break, signing off papers in your office, watching TV or simply going to the bathroom. You'd leave the room to smell his thick foul and unpleasant cologne reeking into your nose, his slipped-back hair as he lazily leaned on the wall. Complimenting you from your skin to your body.

And not to mention that one time he 'accidentally' touched your butt...

♡ ♡ ♡

You quietly hummed out a quiet tune, your eyes watching in awe every time as the coffee machine worked like magic. The particularly strong and good coffee slipped out from the machine nozzle, filling up the two cups only reserved for you and Simon.

His cup was white and plain, nothing that would tell anyone else that it could be their cup only the white insides of the cup were stained with the brown liquid. The stains that told everyone whoever was drinking from this cup liked it strong and black, no sugar or milk.

Only your cup was always lined up against the cabinet, side to side they weren't separated. Even in the dishwasher, they never threatened to separate. The seemingly bland white cup was always next to the paw-printed ceramic mug, dots of dog paws was something that showed everyone it was yours.

"For me?" You turned around suddenly, expecting to see Ghost already waiting to grab his cup even though you told him you'd get it for him. Only it was the same guy who'd been bugging you since day one. "No, it's for Ghost." You stood your ground, turning around as you showed no interest in him being there.

The sound of his footsteps crept closer behind you, the deliberately terrifying thumps of his boots made every hair on your body stand up. He reached higher to swing open the mug cabinet above you, purposely grinding the front of his pants against your butt.

The sudden movement shook you to your core as you quickly pulled away from the machine. Stopping the waterfall of coffee pouring earlier as you quickly took both mugs in your hands. Ignoring the burning sensation and forgetting to put your milk and sugar in.

♡ ♡ ♡

Ghost caught onto fast to your sudden nervousness fast. When you returned with his coffee in a rush, nearly tripping over as you made it to his desk. He was surprised to see how red beating your hands were, the imprint of your mistake lead him to wonder what made you run so fast. Though the whole time you said nothing, lying about how you forgot you had a meeting soon. Excusing yourself before leaving early too, Ghost stood there with a mug that only grew cold.

Not only that but after dark, he'd secretly sneak into your office to get close and hold hands under the only light you flicked on as he whispered sweet praises into your ear. Before you were constantly complaining about happening to leave early (it was midnight) as Simon ushered you out.

Now you hold onto his warm figure, his huge arms cage you into his embrace harder as you struggle to say goodbye. By the end of the night, he'd be the one to escort you back to your room, all the way until he made sure you were locked and safe. No matter how many times his rough accent softly demanded you tell him what was bothering you, you didn't say anything.

♡ ♡ ♡

"I'll be fine" You shush him, your finger coming up to sew his lips shut as he quietly chuckled. He stood tall and relaxed, the only time today when he can truly let go of his tense muscles. Your soft touch brings him back to the present as you press a quick final goodnight kiss to his cheek. Giggling when the heat instantly rose to his face, his lovesick eyes never wanted to leave you but sadly he watched you turn away.

You seemed to quicken your paste when you shut the door, as much as you reassured Simon you were okay you weren't. Feeling like you were being watched it was past midnight and the barracks fell deathly silent. Not a whisper of someone talking or the sound of someone snoring on the couch as an ad played. Only your footsteps quickened down the hall, twisting around every corner the sound of swift heavy boots followed quickly behind.

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mamayan · 7 months

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★Mouthy☆

Kyojuro Rengoku x GN! Reader

tw: NSFW • Oral (M) • Praise • Overstimulation • Deep Throating • Marriage

You stared silently out into the court yard, eyes flicking back and forth like a pendulum.

The autumn air was just becoming crisp, leaves dotted with signs of changing colors, vibrant greens, yellows, oranges, and reds painting the trees. You tightened the blanket draped around your shoulders, keeping in the warmth as you watch Kyojuro and Senjuro dance with their wooden blades.

Despite the cooling temperatures, Kyojuro had forgone his top in favor of flexing his sweat coated muscles.

His younger image likely dressed too warmly, and the one to blame was you of course. He seemed cold this morning, and you’d pushed him to add layers in case he caught a cold. Now you wondered if you accidentally aided in some sort of punishment, Kyojuro’s strikes more harsh than usual as they spare.

Senjuro is no where near his older brother’s level, too cautious and overthinking each little movement until he’s late in reacting. You wince as Senjuro is struck again, though you know Kyojuro withholds nearly all force in favor of tapping his brother to bring awareness to his openings.

Kyojuro looks frustrated though, despite his smile and blazing eyes focused on the training and quality time with his brother, he’s radiating a tension even Senjuro notices.

He’d returned from a mission almost a week ago, having been gone for a month hunting a particularly elusive demon, and he’d been silent. He’d merely come through the door and grasped onto you like a life line, holding you so tight you worried he’d crush you, but staying still and pliant because he needed it.

He’s become more vocal and active as the days went by, refusing to acknowledge your worries when you brought up his shifted behavior.

He’s been placating you for an entire week, but it’s not difficult to see he’s bothered by whatever happened during that month.

He just normally opens up to you.

“Right! Senjuro, practice your stance again, you need to keep your stamina up even when feeling exhausted!” Kyojuro kindly fixes his form, and renews Senjuro’s confidence. He still can’t help but ask, the younger brother more sensitive than the older.

“Brother? Is everything… alright?” Kyojuro’s smile wavers for a fraction, before he’s yanking his lips back up into a familiar smile as he chuckles and lands a pat to Senjuro’s back.

“I’m good! I’m going to train hard too!” It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself, and Senjuro’s face likely matches your own twisting into disbelief.

Ever the patient and respectful child though, the smaller male relents with a small bow, returning to his stances.

Your eyes don’t leave his figure even as he tries to ignore you and walk past to gather his top. He seemed to have forgotten who he left his actual blade with though, the katana resting across your lap as you cock a brow at his sheepish expression as he comes your way now.

“My love, as beautiful and blazing as—,” you cut him off with a raised hand, finger pointed up to the sky as you frown.

“Our room please.” You sigh softly, standing up and leading the way inside while Kyojuro sits to take off his shoes. He quickly catches up, legs carrying him faster as he closes in just at your back, quiet and almost solemn as you slide the shoji open.

Your shared bedroom is neat and tidy, decorated by fine furniture gifted for your wedding and calligraphy drawn by Ubuyashiki-sama and even your father in law Shinjuro himself.

You turn, not moving back even as his close proximity startles you. He’s not giving you any space as you both stand in the doorway. Your eyes flick up, taking in his impassive expression, nearly as flat as Tomioka-san.

It’s not like him in the least, especially if he’s not honest how he’s truly feeling.

His hands are clenched into fists, and you have enough of an idea to figure out your sweet husband is angry.

He’s frustrated and mad at something or himself, and he’s bottling it up.

You reach both hands out, cupping one of his clenched fists to curl around and lift to your lips where you place a chaste yet suggestive kiss on the knuckle.

You tug him into the room, his eyes hot as he stares at you, follows your lead even as you turn him and push him into the chair you use at your vanity. The memories of him learning how to draw your brows at this very spot will last forever, sweetening your heart as you sink down to your knees in front of him.

He looks confused now, brows furrowed and a bit irritated.

“Flame, get off the ground, it’s too cold now to be playing on the floor.” You roll your eyes at his pandering tone, realizing this situation is more dire than you expected. He’s nagging you.

“But if I’m not on the ground, how am I supposed to please you?” You ignore his tone, purring your words seductively as you let your hands smooth up from his knees to his upper thighs.

His eyes widen, mouth parting slight but he’s not objecting as you tug at his pants, happy he’s already bare from the waist up for you.

You’re happy to remain clothed, eyes narrowing in delight as he obeys and slips his belt off and lets his bottoms drop.

You drink in the sight of your husband’s strong muscular thighs, taunt with tension and leading up to his now slightly chubby cock, seeming to awaken with your invitation.

You smirk, slyly looking up at him as he sits back down, eyes hooded but lips still pulled tight into a line. His facial expression is tight, jaw clenched and restrained.

“Do you want this love?” You whisper like it’s a secret between you both, leaning your torso into his lap as you let one hand palm his warm growing erection, aiding in the blood flow and you curl your fingers around it and pump him languidly. “Do you want me to use my mouth and kiss it better?” You’re soft and gentle as you leave wet kisses across his thighs, eagerly sliding in between his thighs he spreads for you, letting you come closer and kiss the soft tip of his now engorged rod. His scent is musky and earthy, his sweat and earlier workout only making it more noticeable as you rub your thighs together greedily.

“Or…” he groans as you lick from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around his frenulum and lavishing it with saliva to trickle down.

You move back down to his inner thigh, looking up as he stares down with flushed features, smile dripping honey just for him.

“Would you rather fuck my mouth and use me?” You bite deep into his thigh, his sharp hiss and flinch almost violent as he jerks, one hand twisting into your hair and jerking you up and off the abused flesh from between your teeth. “Fuck—!” He growls furiously, face twisted into a grimace as he eyes you with a dangerous gleam.

“You’re asking for it flame,” his tone is dark and no none sense despite the tight smile on his face.

And with your own mischievous smile, you nod, agreeing.

“I am.”

He grunts, a deep groan vibrating in his chest as he drinks in the sight of you on your knees before him. Each gurgle and gag punctuated by a wet slap and squelch as he sinks into your warm little mouth, cock twitching as he grips your face with both hands and works his hips deeper. “You’re doing so good firefly,” he’s delirious and overstimulated, cock aching for rest like your tear and cum stained face was. He couldn’t stop, you wouldn’t let him, every time he pulled out after coming down your throat or on your pretty face, your lips and hands would chase him and have him hard again too quickly. The desperation and affection you seemed determined to shower him with driving him to the brink of madness. His hips bucked, pushing down your sore burning throat as he moans, huffing as he notices the room became humid with the heat radiating off you both. His glutes burn too, muscles straining from his earlier workout and now this, sensitive tip still eagerly bullying into your mouth as your tired tongue moves to lick and cheeks hallow to suck.

Drool and cum mix around your lips and drip down your chin onto your nice kimono, but he can’t find it in himself to care, captivated by the erotic image of you covered in his release. He knows you’re tired, smaller hands digging into his thigh for purchase and he uses your face like a sex toy, titling your head a little to the left to rub at the inside of your cheek as his hips spasm in pleasure.

“Yes— ah, just like that and I’ll cum again, but you’d like that won’t you?” He’s normally never this rough and unyielding, always so careful with you like your porcelain he could shatter. His eyes are hazy and lustful, so transfixed by the sight of you swallowing his cock it left him breathless as he works towards another release.

“Do you want to taste me little flame? Or should I paint this pretty face again?” With his thumb he smears some still wet cum from earlier across your cheek, tapping his dick through the skin and moaning as you suckle greedily, teary eyed and pupils blown as you stare up at him. He chuckles, “In your mouth then,” he hisses, chills nearly forcing him to his knees shooting down his spine as his balls draw tight and he comes, groin pressing up against your nose, public hair tickling and distracting as he twitched and spurts his load down your throat.

He holds for just a second longer than usual, letting you cough and gag before he pulls out and yanks your face up.

“Open for me,” he orders gently, grinning as you do and show you swallowed every drop.

“So good for me,” he coos, leaning down and filling your mouth with his own wiggling muscle, as if to ignite your arousal higher with his filthy kiss. When he pulls back, he catches the string of saliva connecting you both for a second, feeling his cock twitch again as he drinks in your swollen puffy lips, where his cock had been between just moments ago.

Where he wants to be again now.

He tries to step back, give you space to think and breathe, but you just crawl closer again. Pressing your lovely face up against his thigh, begging him to slip his cock back into your awaiting mouth.

“Kyo~” your hoarse tone is so sexy he almost moans, loving how it’s all because of him.

“Take a break for me firefly, I need you awake tonight. I need to apologize to you—tsk, really?” Your hair is once again caught and pulled tight, his face scrunching in irritation and disbelief as he looks as the visible bite mark now resting freshly renewed on his inner thigh.

“Fine little flame, but don’t cry to me later,” he grits his teeth, cock already hard as he taps the tip against your closed smiling lips.

“Open that pretty mouth, I’ll show you why biting there isn’t nice.”

You do, with glittering eyes matching his own now, you open nice and wide as he works his thick rod back into your throat while your eyes roll back in bliss.

You awake the next morning a bit achy, jaw and throat sore but as your eyes flutter open, the soft smile of your husband greets you.

“Good morning my love,” he’s holding a tray, tea and breakfast present. “I thought this might help ease the soreness… would you like to eat?” Your heart warms, smile blossoming as he matches yours now, happiness radiating off him.

You both enjoy a lazy breakfast in bed together, chatting of this and that, until you’re both laying down, heads turned to look at one another.

He looks away, frowning for a moment, but seeming to steel himself as he looks back to you.

“I’d like to talk now…” your hand brushes his, his fingers quick to snag yours as he intertwines them.

You listen, even if his words bring sorrow and pain, because you’re content to share with him in everything.

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