happy pride month to those in the closet. to those who went back into the closet. to those who have unsupportive families, friends and relationships. those who were bullied and harassed because of their identity. those who were killed because of who they truly were and loved.
synopsis: the night grows hot and you stir awake, but as hector watches, you have plans to keep him company.
pairing: hector (date everything) x reader
content, mdni: dark smut, voyeurism, temperature play, obsession/possession, mutual masterbation, pet names, fingering, sorta cum eating/finger sucking
wc: 1.6k
a/n: love this freakβenjoy enjoyyy βα’..α’ββ‘
In little ways, you always knew it was him. The shiver that ran down your spine like a serpent in ice water; the heat blooming in your chest that made summer nights feel jealousβhim.
His whispers of devotion catered obsession, but in his absenceβit was his silent adoration in the way he served you. Hector lived to see you squirmβ¦ gripping your blanket tight against your cold body, your legs rubbing together with the intention for friction. You were everything he dreamed of, and to serve you was his gospel; his programmed prayer; the religion heβd built between your thighs.
Β The night had grown hot. Your sheets clung to your body, limbs entrapped in white cloth as you squirmedβ¦ he was aware. Aware of how you moaned in discomfort, a frown painted across your lovely lipsβaccompanied by the furrow of your brow. Hector wished to brush it away, to press his thumb against the stress between them.
Hector firmly grasped the bars; his gaze fixed on you as he narrowed his eyes. A long, ghostly sigh left your vents, offering blissful release of your distress. You felt it against your hot skin, a sigh leaving your lips. He staredβdrankβhis gaze unblinking, robotic in its hunger. You glowed with frustration, so real, so soft and human and divine.
The vent across from your bed let out a sigh. Not mechanical; not accidental. It was intentional. A rush of cold air curled across your collarbone like a kiss. You gaspedβarchedβand he felt your pleasure like it was wired into him. You touched your chest, trying to cool it. He nearly choked on how much he wanted to be invited inβ¦ to press his palm to your burning skin and whisper his poetic adorations.
You whimpered. The vent groaned back⦠it sounded almost like a moan. A subtle smile appeared on your face as you thoughtfully placed your hand over the vast of your body. It glistened beneath the moon that poured through your curtains, framing your body beneath shadow and light. Hector played along, the wind cascading down your body with a cold breeze, making you shiver as you writhe.
Your fingertips grazed just the hem of your shorts, touch brushing just beneath the fabric before you gave in completely. The pads of your fingertips pressed down on the clothed mound of your sex, drawing a moan from your lips. Like a long-awaited symphonyβa deserted man upon a lakeβhe felt himself grow hot from your own pleasure. To watch from afar was a painful privilege, the ache he felt deep in his chest before it curled deep beneath his stomachβ¦ a warmth that slept inside before he couldnβt bear the heat.
Hector watched as you lifted your legs, thighs parted as your shorts were stressed against your hand, back arching each time you pressed just right. Your moans grew louder, breath heavier as your chest rose and fell to your own control. Hector growled, you swore you could hear it, in the ache of the pipes that ran through your home. A brisk wind, curiously cold, grazed your skin. At that moment, before Hector could act, you quietly uttered something sinful.
βHector.β Hector nearly chokedβ¦ to hear his name, to be the one you thought of when you touched yourself dark at night. His heart pounded, the pulse that ran through his body undeniable as his palm pressed against the tent of his pants. Hector nearly shook beneath his own touch, imagining it was yoursβ¦ the softness of your palm; the warmth of you.
He pressed down before he began to rub his clothed cock erratically, a shaky palm that drew moans from his lipsβ¦ but fuck, it wasnβt you. All his desires; all his love; his devotion was tied completely to you, to be at your mercyβ¦ to obey every command was his purpose.
Hectorβs pace quickened, a whimper drawing from his lips as the room felt hot. The temperature rose and you whined, desperately trying to match your pace as he admired you. βHector, please.β He felt his dick get harder, the throb against the tightness of his pants nearly had him doubling over.
βY/n.β He groaned, his forehead pressed against the vent wall just above the grate, his heart pounding as he tried desperately to hold back. You were, and always would be, in control... but the desire to fuck himself at the sight of you was something animalistic. Unrestrained. βKeep going, my love.β He moaned, voice low, almost a grunt.
Your shorts were long discarded at this point, left only in your panties as your fingers rubbed over your clit. You moaned and squirmed, legs spread in an erotic display for Hectorβs eyes only. The Dateviators were askew on your pretty, contorted faceβ¦ you both knew you could see the other, Hectorβs dark hand fisting himself beneath his pants as he matched your rhythm.
βPlease, my love.β He whimpered, the room loud with heavy breath and escaped moans. βYouβre perfectβ¦ so perfect.β Hectorβs hands fumbled with the line of his pants, shoving them down to release his cock as it sprung up. A hiss left his throat as the cold kissed the tip, his hand finding the familiar arch of his dick.
Upon hearing his desperate whispers, you bit your lip as you lifted yourself, grabbing your pillow behind you before placing the plush cloth between your open thighs. Your hand anchored you on your bed while your dominant hand immediately found your clit between the cradle of your hips. You rocked your hips against the friction your hands gifted you, the pleasure that ran through your body as you archedβ¦ your head lifting upward as your lips parted. Hector memorized every expressionβthe flush of your cheeks, your glossy eyes when you felt your body grow hotter.
Hector fucked himself faster, his hand tight against the arch of his length as he grew breathless and whined. βNight after night, I dream of fβ¦finding you l-like this.β He whispered, but loud enough to travel to your blushed ears. βThe way your hβ¦head flies b-back to reveal the exposure of your neckβ¦ unmarked.β Hector rambled on, his secrets leaving his lipsβunspoken till now. βYou have complete cβ¦control. Ask of me, and itβs yours.β
Your body tenses, the pressure coiling in your gut like a spring ready to snap. His voiceβchoked, ruinedβonly made the friction burn sweeter. You whined as you rolled your hips harder against the pillow, the tension rising, your fingers frantic now.
βWhatever you w-want,β he begged, jerking himself with fast, uneven strokes. βI needβI need itβI want to come with you.β It was almost animalistic, the way moans and whines ripped from his throat. His cock was flush, and his balls twitched, a sting of pleasure running through his core.
βHector,β you gasped, breath caught on a moan, βIβm cβ¦close! Please.β Just as desperate, your fingers slipped from your clit to plunge into your soaked, gummy walls. Your pussy swallowed your fingers as you curled them deep inside, a squelch filling the sex-filled air. Your whole body is tight, the plunge of your fingers disappearing deep inside your cunt was your tipping point. Pleasure erupted through you, white-hot and all-consuming, your thighs trembling around the pillow, mouth falling open in a cry. Your fingers didnβt stop, not right away, dragging it out, chasing every flicker of heat.
That was all he needed.
βF-fuck, yesββ Hectorβs voice shattered as he came, spilling over his hand in hot pulses. His fist tightened around the head of his cock, watching as white streams of come coated him shamefully. His hips bucked helplessly, knees weak, head bowed against the vent as he whined your name like a broken prayer. He whined and rested lax against the vent wall.
For a moment, neither of you moved. Just breath. Just heat. Just the echo of moans tangled in artificial air before he heard the hint of movement. You were once rested against the pillow, but your thighs shakily removed themselves from the soaked cushion, thighs spread as you laid back on your elbows. Your eye contact with Hector was irreplaceableβyour eyes darkened before your fingers were lifted to your lips, and then you sucked.
It was fucking erotic. The way your lips swallowed around your digits, plush and wet as you pumped your mouth to savor the taste. Salty and sweet, your tongue darted across the length of each one, saliva and your release painting your lips prettily. You smirked once you heard the pipes groan and a moan emit from the grate. Your mouth parted from your fingers as a string of saliva glistened before it broke, wetting your hand. βWas that for me?β You whispered sweetly, he felt his cock harden again.
Hectorβs opposite hand gripped the grate, his eyes only seen from what the moonlight allowed him. βAll of it is for you,β he choked out, desperate and completely obsessive. You smiled at him, licking your lips before you quirked an eyebrow.
βHector,β your voice sang, βdo you always watch?β You ask, voice tender though it hinted towards a dangerous deviance. A cold breeze grazes your cheek; you chuckle quietly at his silent response.
Your lazy body shifted before you slipped right back under the safety of your covers, the silhouette of your body beneath the sheets was all Hector was cruelly offered. You, however, lifted yourself momentarily to rest on your elbows and looked at him deeply. βDonβt get too greedy, my love,β you begin, βmaybe next time, Iβll let you touch me.β
Silence was an unforgiving conclusion to their erotica, leaving Hector groaning and half hard before he rested against the vent wall once more. βAs you wish, my love.β Your word was his command. Heβd wait, chained and exposed, if you wished. Perhaps, if you had asked, heβd consider himself crazy to reject such a tantalizing offer.
ππ: everything is sfw (maybe slightly suggestive? but not really) but it does contain pictures of shirtless men LOL so if that makes you uncomfortable i don't reccommend reading!
π/π: trying to find accurate pictures was genuinely so difficult </3 idk how accurate these are but it's kinda a crack fic anyways so who cares hahhshah (also garroth gets a bonus pic cause i said so)
"can you come get me?" PART 1.
β³ stuck at a party, you text your crush for help!
pairings: gene, garroth, travis, x reader (go to part 2 for more!)
a/n: crawling out of months of inactivity to drop an smau oops... i'm rusty and this is my first smau so POSSIBLY OOC. this was fun tho so i wanna add more parts
masterlist. | next.
1: GENE.
2: GARROTH.
3: TRAVIS.
as i said this was so fun. im typing this at 5am. i haven't slept. im locked in. hope whoever sees this enjoys the pictures i chose bc me personally i don't have any face claims for anyone and i enjoyed choosing a few somewhat goofy photos instead .... like yes thats gene building lego....
anyway sorry for inactivity life happens im struggling so i'll prob scrape by w more smau's in the near future </3
If anyone wants to be tagged for smau's or specific characters let me know !!
May I request Zoro and Sanji x reader + a breeding kink pls and ty ππ»ππ»π«£
How the hell are VINSMOKE SANJI and RORONOA ZORO both balls deep inside of you and still arguing?
βDonβt β hn β you dare come, curly,β Zoro grits, one wide palm locked around your wrists, pinning them back against your spine. Heβs beneath you, earrings bobbing, teeth knicking your pearled nipple. His eyes, piercing and dangerous, flick between your blissed-out expression and Sanjiβs slack-jawed pleasure, βWeβre tryna prove a damn point hereββ
βFuck you, Marimo,β Sanjiβs words splinter into a low, desperate moan; his hands, braced on either side of Zoroβs head, have gone white in the knuckles, βShut β damn it β Shut the f-fuck upββ
Sanjiβs forehead falls to your shoulder, and his hips stutter, and Zoro bites his own lip so hard he tastes blood. Blonde hair tickles your neck, and your back arches. Zoroβs hand on your hip tightens enough to bruise. Heβs closer to the edge than heβs letting on.
You figure the arguing probably does something for him.
Heβs a man of honor, as much as Sanji is. Your little comments earlier about lasting the longest earned you this spot between the two men.
Itβs a lot of sensations β too much, almost. Youβre stretched wide, and inside of you, Zoroβs cock drags against Sanjiβs. Sanjiβs drags against his. Every thrust between the two, into you, is messy and uncoordinated.
And it feels good. Really good.
βShe had a mouth about this, about lasting longer. So, she comes first,β Zoro grits out, like heβs reminding himself, βRight, cook?β
ββCourse she will,β he whines, and you figure this is the closest youβre going to get to amicable teamwork when it comes to double penetration, βSheβ¦ yea β L-Ladies first.β
Sanji pants into your neck, and Zoro lets a sound slip out of his chest that sounds suspiciously like a moan. The white-hot coil of pleasure in your belly only winds tighter and tighter, their cocks pump in and out and in and out, massaging one another, massaging that certain spot.
Their names tangle on your tongue, quickly followed by a moan that is unbecoming of anyone with a shred of dignity left.
βFuck, youβre tight,β Zoro rasps, and you swear his voice is shaking. His words are punctuated by his thrusts, βYβlike it when we β when we use you like this?β
βI think she does,β Sanji makes a noise that sounds like a laugh being punched out of him. His pace is faltering. Heβs clinging to the edge. βSure sounds like it.β
βYouβre gonna come,β Zoro huffs, cock dragging in and out against Sanjiβs, βAnd then, weβre gonna fill you upββ
βNice and deep,β Sanjiβs muttering in your ear, cock dragging in and out against Zoroβs, βY-You want that?β
Yea. Yea, you do. And you tighten, slicken, and they notice.
Theyβre playing dirty. Might as well play the same game.
βMust be nice,β you snark, somehow maintaining some semblance of brattiness despite the circumstances; where you find the thoughts or words, youβll never know. You know it drives Zoro insane, and you know Sanji finds it so delightful, βFinally rubbing your cocks togetherββ
You have no idea who comes first.
All you know is that it isnβt you.
And for the first time all night, theyβre not arguing.
when you joined the crew, to sanji, it was like nami and robin never existed, or any other woman in fact. youβd been blessed with one of the most beautiful devil fruits that gave you the ability to produce any plant whether it was flowers, herbs, weeds and poison meaning your were a natural at healing. you had just the sweetest soul too, helping him in the kitchen, leaving gentle lingering touches in his face, using your ability to make him seasonings heβs never tried before, the list goes on!
the sunny was decorated in all types of flowers making your presence known to all of the crew. usually you were in the sick bay helping chopper but this evening you find yourself in the kitchen instead. you were sat on the counter, peeling oranges and putting the peels into a pot while you pushed the slices into sanjis mouth as he baked.
βwhat are the peels for, mon coeur?β
you slipped from the counter, padding off to the sink and filling the pot with water to boil. You moved to stand next to sanji, placing the pot on one of the free stoves.
βsβa simmer pot. makes the room smell nice when you boil it.β
you turned on the stove, hands raising above the boiling water as fresh sage and bay leaves fell from your palms. sanjiβs lovesick gaze never left you as the fruity scent started to fill the kitchen.
βhand me a cinnamon stick sanji.β
sanji was snapped out of his hazy thoughts, his long arm extending to the other side of the counter and was brought back with a cinnamon stick in hand. when you put it into the pot it mightβve created the most heavenly smell sanjis smelt in his life.
you gently stirred the pot, signaling for sanji to hand you another orange. he peeled it for you, dropping them into the pot. the kitchen fell into a silence, a comfortable silence.
you felt an orange slice press against your lips, graciously accepting it with a smile as he returned the favor.
the kitchen was now filled with the sent of cinnamon-y oranges and the late night pasta sanji had over the stove.
he turned off his stove, setting his pasta into a bowl and decorated it in marinara sauce. your eyes were stuck on those slender fingers of his while you mindlessly stirred the simmering pot. he placed the plate of pasta on the candle lit dining table before coming back to you to wrap his arms from behind.
sanji smelled like smoke and hints of lemon. it went nicely with the scent of the room. it made you a little dizzy too.
he took your hand, thumb rubbing the back of it with a tenderness that only he could give.
βmay i take you out for dinner, mademoiselle [αͺ₯]?β
you turned off your stove, turning in his arms to face him. you took a few seconds to think like you were pretending to think when you were already going to say yes. just before the worlds could leave your mouth, you saw a suspiciously long arm enter the kitchen, feel up the table and grab a big portion pasta off of the plate. the hand zoomed out just as quickly and you looked back up at sanji.
βwell..β
he raised his visible eyebrow at your mumble, turning around just to see the same stretchy arm once again on the plate, this time taking the entire dish.
now sanji did almost yell his captains name out loud but brushed your face with his hand with an apologetic look before swiftly leaving the kitchen. all you heard was yells and luffys oh so familiar giggles coming from the deck.
We are going to say it takes 3 containers for a foot of hair, along with the thickness of her hair. Takig in those that factor along with the fact that Rapunzelβs hair is approx. 70 feet (canonically), that makes 70 x 3 =
The Lovers.Β Art by Yoshi Yoshitani, from the Tarot of the Divine.
Beauty and the Beast
China, Danish Fairy TaleΒ
The Lovers card represents romance, opposites attracting. The duality and balance of carnality, physicality, and fire versus spirituality, emotions, and water. The pair emphasize the importance of communication and herald an important crossroads.Β
Upright: Love, harmony, trust, a leap of faith, choice
Reversed: Unreliability, separation, second-guessing, values, conflict
From the artist:Β
βThe Lovers is a card about balance and duality. The male symbol represents carnality, physical desire, and fire. The female symbol represents spirituality, and water. Which I thought was well described with The Beauty and The Beast. The purple castle in the back is the blend of red and blue, as well as a symbol of importance. The wind whipped flags a symbol of clear communication. Whatβs really cool is that the Lovers card in reading often is indicative of critical choices that require a lot of thought. Where the easy option is not usually the right one, and the real answer may appear unappealing and be difficult to proceed along. All of this sounds a lot like Beauty and her trials with the Beast. Also her decision to leave to see to her father which almost ends in her loosing everything! As well as a love that is beyond just the physical.β β Yoshi Yoshitani
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the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
thank god cupid went to monster high first and honed her skills there before going to eah. her first ever matchmaking attempt there was cleo and clawd and it was such a fucking disaster of a pairing that she retired her crossbow and set up a radio show instead (which she was then very successful with). could you imagine if cupid went to eah still on training wheels. her first targets would've been be faybelle and daring
As much as I like descendants if I could live in a world where it doesn't exist in exchange for ever after high to have a crossover with Monster high I would take that chance within a heartbeat
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