This will inevitably get longer the more fandoms and characters I write for, and I will absolutely be keeping it updated. Also, if links don't work, please lemme know and I'll fix em :)
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Marvel
Loki Masterlist
Also includes Mobius M. Mobius and Wowki/Lokius fics
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Markiplier Egos
Markiplier Egos Masterlist
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Baldur’s Gate 3
First Baldur’s Gate 3 Masterlist
Second Baldur’s Gate 3 Masterlist
I Come With Knives Masterlist
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Love and Deepspace
First Love and Deepspace Masterlist
Second Love and Deepspace Masterlist
Third Love and Deepspace Masterlist
Fourth Love and Deepspace Masterlist
Fifth Love and Deepspace Masterlist
Sixth Love and Deepspace Masterlist
The Raven Masterlist
I Used To See The Future Masterlist
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My Hero Academia
Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead
Stressing About Finals - Dadzawa x gn!reader (familial)
Warnings: brief mention of family abandonment
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Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic
Feeling Shitty - Dad Mic x gn!reader (familial)
Warnings: feeling like shit, depression i guess, hurt/comfort, slight fem reader vibes kinda?? But it can be read as neutral. Oh also swearing just a little
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Yagi Toshinori/All Might
Number One Dad - Dad Might x gn!reader (familial)
Warnings: none
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Erasermic
Erasermic Drabble - Shouta Aizawa x Hizashi Yamada
Warnings: none
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The Witcher
AO3 Only (Links for here broke) - Geralt x gn!reader (platonic/familial), Jaskier x gn!reader
General warnings (Please read the warnings on each chapter): swearing, blood, fighting
Definitive Evidence - Simon Blackquill x gn!Reader
Warnings: mild hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, defense attorney reader, injury, blood, stabbing, unconsciousness, blood loss, hospitals, holding hands, small displays of affection, forehead kisses, Simon is secretly a big softie, cuddling
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He's Alive - Simon Blackquill x gn!Reader, hurt/comfort
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Cake Thief - Simon Blackquill x gn!Reader, fluff + silly
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Legend of Zelda
Ganondorf
My King - Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC
Warnings: making out, allusions to sex, possessiveness, size-difference
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Forever and Always - Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC
Warnings: needles, injections, mention of fear of heights, anxiety, references to Harvey's ten heart event, slight hurt/comfort, semi-implied transphobia (not addressed)
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I Was Hoping You'd Find Me Here - Harvey x gn!Farmer
SMUT Warnings: smut, fluff, no penetration, no genitals mentioned for reader, grinding, cumming in pants, pet names, pleasure dom Elliott, explicit consent, kissing, biting, nipple play, praise, embarrassment, anxiety, virginity, loss of virginity (open to interpretation), cuddling, clothed sex, Elliott is a bit of a dork
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Take A Break - Elliott x gn!Farmer
Warnings: fluff, mild hurt/comfort, established relationship, cuddling, overworking, exhaustion, self-worth issues, married life
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My New Muse - Elliott x fem!Reader
Warnings: Regency AU, pre-relationship, first meetings, ballroom dancing, masquerade, class differences, reading, books, no use of Y/N, fluff, happy ending
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The Arcana
Asra Alnazar
Rice Pudding - Asra x gn!Reader/Apprentice
Warnings: food, vague spoilers (as in, if you know you know), Asra being mischievous
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Julian Devorak
Death Bed - Julian x gn!Reader/Apprentice
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, crying, mental breakdown, coming to terms with dying, death, spoilers for Julian's route
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Howl's Moving Castle
Howl Pendragon
Daisies - Howl x gn!Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, hanahaki disease, requited unrequited love, language of flowers, kissing, love confessions, potentially ooc, references to novel, movie setting
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Big Hero Six
Tadashi Hamada
Sleep Tight - Tadashi x gn!Reader (romantic or platonic)
was totally gonna save this for kinktober but fuck it, i’m too impatient. enjoyyyy~
MINORS DNI
ao3
tw: masturbation, accidental voyeurism, oral sex (reader receiving), frottage
your name (your heart, too) (casper/grim x gn!reader, a date with death)
He wanted to see you.
It was ridiculous, and he damn well knew it, but that didn’t stop Casper from casting his gaze towards his laptop screen again, fingers drumming on his raised knee as he glanced at your username. He made a face as the online icon nestled beside it remained just as frustratingly dark as it had been the last four times he’d checked, and rolled his eyes at his own juvenile behavior. Nine Hells, what was he doing?
You were probably busy; just as he should be, Casper reminded himself with a grimace, casting a glance at his scythe propped up against the wall. There were plenty of souls in need of reaping, after all. He should be out there, doing his job, not huddled at his desk awaiting your call.
Yet his mind was so far removed from any thoughts of work; pinpointed, as it had increasingly become of late, on you: on your ridiculous jokes, on the obscure, nonsensical nicknames you kept bestowing upon him, on your radiance. Gods, he could think of little else these days.
Blowing out a breath, the reaper ran a gloved hand through his lengthy fringe and frowned at his own restlessness. He had just spoken to you the day before, mere hours ago - nothing but a blip of time to a creature such as he, and yet he was practically insensate with impatience, his limbs jittery and a gnawing ache in his gut that he knew could only be satiated by a glimpse of your face.
Well, he thought with a guilty shiver, sinking down into his chair and feathering his fingers along his waistband, perhaps that wasn’t the only thing…
Glancing balefully down at his lap, Casper sighed. He had refused to touch himself to the thought of you since the urge had first presented itself to him just days into your correspondence. It was untoward, inappropriate. Unprofessional. You were a job, he had continually reminded himself, and thus off limits. It would be wrong of him to indulge in such a vice.
And yet.
And yet he could not strike the events of the night before from his mind: the expression on your face as he had presented himself outside your window, the slow widening of your eyes as he had revealed the bouquet he had picked for you and the smile that had bloomed upon your lips as you gathered the flowers against your chest.
Would you wear the same expression, he wondered, eyes hazy with growing want, when he slipped inside you? The same slow, creeping shock, the same flustered glee?
“Shit,” Casper sighed, using his teeth to tug one of his gloves free and slipping his bared hand down the length of his torso. Now that the thought had taken root in his mind he could focus on little else, a slave to his baser urges, and for once, just once, he allowed himself to indulge.
It took a moment of fiddling with belts and zippers - he could already imagine you pouting at the inconvenience, and withheld a laugh - but soon enough he was palming at his cock, feeding the length of it through the gap in his zipper and hissing gently as his fingertips caught against the glistening head. Hells, he was already dripping.
“Sunshine,” Casper sighed quietly, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he lost himself to the blissful drag of hot, hard flesh through the tight ring of his fingers. Would you touch him like this? Firmly, warmly?
No, he thought with a hot gasp, arching into his grip. No, you would tease him first, drawing your fingertips up the length of his shaft and thumbing gently at the tip of his dick until he was all but begging for more.
You would enjoy that, Casper thought with a trembling moan. His pleading. His desperation. His tears, once your endless teasing had wrung them out of him. You would drive him to the brink of madness before deigning to grant him even a hint of respite. Gods, he could see it now. Feel it. The hot drag of your gaze along his straining cock, the breathy laugh you’d exhale as he twitched against your fingers. The flick of your tongue along your lip as you drank in the proof of his need for you.
“Fuck,” he grunted, free hand slapping against his keyboard as he chased his approaching orgasm. He knew it wouldn’t take long, not with these thoughts of you driving him closer and closer to the edge: thoughts of your smile, your laugh, the warmth of your touch - because surely you would be warm, radiant, just like your aura. Thoughts of your body splayed before him, parting for him, urging him closer and begging him to come inside -
Casper gasped your name as he came, hips rutting shallowly into the ring of his fist and cock spurting pearly ropes of cum over the ridges of his knuckles until he was shivering with oversensitivity, breaths sticking wetly in his throat and ears ringing -
“… Grim?”
Casper froze, eyes popping open to stare rigidly at his ceiling while his mind hurried to reassure him that he hadn’t just heard your voice calling out to him, of course he hadn’t, there was no possible way -
“Casper?”
Shit. Slowly, as though courting disaster if he moved any faster than a snail’s pace, Casper lowered his head, hardly daring to blink as his gaze settled on his laptop and your familiar visage filling the screen. Your eyes were wide, round moons in the center of your face, your mouth comically agape, and yet as his eyes met yours, laughing was the last thing on Casper’s mind.
“Sunshine,” he breathed.
“Oh my god.” It was nearly a whimper on your tongue, your hands coming up to hide your face from his gaze. “Casper. Oh my god.”
Shame flushed through him, his fingers releasing his cock as though burned. Gods, how could he have been so careless?
“Sunshine, I am so - ”
“You said my name.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, muffled by the palms of your hands.
Casper’s heart leapt into his throat. He couldn’t place the tone of your voice, muddled as it was through the gaps in your fingers. Were you angry? Displeased? Disgusted? “I - ” His voice faltered as he floundered for some excuse; what could he possibly say to explain his way out of this? “I was just - ”
“You were doing that,” you clarified, eyes shooting down to the bottom of the screen, beyond which you both knew his cock lay, spent and softening against his thigh. “And saying my name.”
Casper nearly sighed. Idiot, he thought fondly. “Who else’s name would I call? My own? Even I’m not that full of myself, Sunshine.”
“Oh my god,” you breathed - you really seemed incapable of saying anything else. “I can’t believe you called me during - ”
“That was completely unplanned,” Casper interjected hurriedly, his cheeks burning. “Believe me, Sunshine, I am as mortified as you right now.”
You mumbled something, something too low for your mic, and therefore the reaper, to pick up.
“What was that?” he asked, leaning closer to the screen to hear you better.
“I said - ” you mumbled, only half a decibel louder. “I’m not mortified.”
Casper’s ivory brows shot up towards his hairline. “You’re not?” He certainly was, after glimpsing that shell-shocked look on your face. “Then why do you look so… ?” He gestured vaguely toward your face with his gloved hand, keeping the other - still wet with his own fluids, how unseemly - tucked out of your sight.
“You’d look a little flustered too if you had just caught me doing… doing… ” You trailed off with a whimper, seemingly unable to finish the thought. “Fuck, Casper.”
His name in that breathy tone of voice sent a shiver through the reaper’s frame. “Sunshine,” he murmured, “You sound… ”
“I know how I sound,” you interrupted him, throat bobbing on a harsh swallow. “Wouldn’t you be?”
An image of yourself coming apart by your own hand flashed before his eyes and Casper clenched his teeth to restrain the moan rising in his throat.
“What can I do?” he rasped, wetting his lips as he drank in the sight of your flustered expression. The urge to reach out and touch your face, to feel the warmth he knew must be boiling beneath your skin, was so powerful it nearly undid him. “What do you need?”
Lifting your head from your palms, you met his gaze and whimpered quietly at what you found there. “Can you come over?” you murmured, lips wet and eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Please.”
Casper’s throat ran dry. Why you wished for his presence was no mystery, your need written clearly across your face, and his stomach burned with the desire to flee to your side, to touch you as he’d been aching to - dreaming of - for longer than he cared to admit.
To give you what you needed.
Lips firming, the reaper met your gaze. “I’m on my way.”
*
Your curtains were thrown open when he arrived, the room beyond bathed in the soft yellow light cast from your bedside lamp.
Casper lingered beyond the window, hesitant to encroach upon you just yet; you had not yet noticed his approach, and he marveled at the state of you as you paced back and forth in front of your desk, arms crossed over your chest and gaze distant, hazy.
You were holding yourself so stiffly, he noticed, pausing every few moments to shift restlessly in place before resuming your harried trek across your bedroom floor. Had what he done - what you’d witnessed - truly affected you so much?
“Sunshine,” he murmured, his pulse leaping as you jumped and jerked your gaze to the window.
“Casper.” His name was little more than a sigh on your tongue, your fingers trembling as you lifted the latch and raised the windowpane to usher him in. “You’re here.”
“Of course.” The atmosphere seemed to buzz as he slipped into your room, crimson eyes drinking in every detail of your face and form: the wobbling slant of your smile; the damp fullness of your lips, as though you’d been worrying at them with your teeth; the way you couldn’t seem to stand still, fingers curling fitfully at your sides and thighs pressing together, as though desperate to ease the ache building between them. Casper sucked in a breath and ventured, awed, “Sunshine, are you - ?”
“Really turned on right now?” you interrupted, wide eyes flickering from his fingers to his face before you nodded, voice thick. “Yep. Yeah. Yes.”
Casper’s fingers - still gloveless, he only now noticed; he’d left the Underworld so quickly he’d barely had time to do anything but clean himself up and button his trousers - clenched into a fist at his side. The thought that you were feeling like he had, aching as he had, just from seeing him in that state, filled his belly with a slow, creeping heat.
“I want to feel it.” His cheeks flushed at his own daring, and yet there was no denying the want buzzing beneath his skin, the need. The thought of you wet and aching for him was almost too much to bear.
“Grim,” you breathed with a pained expression. “You can’t just say things like that. Not that I don’t want you to, it’s just - ” You quickly shook yourself, swallowing hard before pleading, “Fuck. Yes, please.”
Casper needed no further prompting, pushing forward and drawing you into his arms for a bruising kiss. You parted so easily for him, tongue wet and wanting against his own, and his bared fingers shook as he gripped at the soft swell of your cheek and nudged you gently toward your bed, following you down onto the mattress without breaking your connection and ignoring the minor flash of pain as your teeth clacked together.
You groaned against his lips as his hand traveled from your cheek to your waistband, nodding fervently whenever he hesitated and craning your neck to watch as his fingers worked your zipper open and slipped inside.
You both moaned at the first graze of his fingertips along your sex, the warmth and wetness enough to coax Casper’s cock into turgid fullness once more. The strength of his need was dizzying, the proof of yours even more so, and as his fingers reverently explored your most intimate flesh, the reaper found his mouth watering, suddenly desperate for a taste of your heat.
“Need to taste you,” he found himself murmuring, lips fluttering along your throat and thrilling at the taste of your pulse. “Feel you against my tongue. Please, Sunshine?”
You moaned at his pleas, sex twitching greedily against his fingers and hands fumbling between your bodies for your waistband. It took a combination of your efforts, the both of you clumsy with desire, but eventually you were divested of all but your shirt, the whole of your sex bared to his hungry gaze.
At the sight of your flesh, slick and swollen with arousal, Casper was lost.
“Nine Hells,” he cursed lowly, wrapping his bare fingers around your thigh and squeezing gently at your flesh. “You’re exquisite, Sunshine.”
You turned your face away at the praise, mouth parted on heaving breaths and fingers curling tightly within your bed sheets. “Casper… ”
Heat sizzled down the reaper’s spine at the gritty-want sound of his name in your mouth.
“Say it again,” he breathed against the curve of your knee, dragging his cheek along your warm skin.
Your eyelids fluttered. “H-huh?” you murmured, and Casper suppressed a laugh. It was a novel experience, catching you so off guard.
“My name,” he rasped, lips catching against your inner thigh. He could smell you there - the warm musk of your arousal already strong enough to coax saliva into the back of his throat, your sex gleaming wetly in the lamplight. Gods, you were perfect.
Your eyes grew liquid, welling with desire. “Casper,” you whimpered, one hand reaching down to tangle in the fall of his hair.
The sound of his name spoken so needfully from your lips sent a jolt straight to his cock. “Oh,” he moaned softly, lips dragging along your thigh, creeping closer and closer to where the glorious scent of your need grew strongest.
“Casper,” you mewled, fingers drawing taut within his hair, and the reaper could restrain himself no longer, hands gripping at your thighs as he lowered his head between your legs and licked a stripe up the length of your sex.
Your reaction was instantaneous, spine arching off your bed and a strangled curse spilling from your lips.
“Oh my god,” you mumbled dizzily, words wreathed in panting breaths as his tongue continued to undulate against you, switching between teasing licks and long, lavish strokes along hot flesh until your thighs were tense and shivering beneath his grip.
Casper hummed in response, the vibration drawing a gasp from your throat. The taste of you was divine, a sweet, earthy musk that set his body alight and his soul on fire, but that was nothing compared to the sounds that you made: guttural gasps and needy whines that made his cock throb within the confines of his trousers, until his hips were rolling against your rumpled sheets of their own volition, desperate to ease the ache building in his groin.
He needed more - more of that exquisite taste, more of those delectable sounds, and with a hungry growl the reaper fell upon you in ravenous fervor, gathering up swaths of your slick beneath his tongue and laving at your sex with wild, reckless abandon until you were all but shouting his name, one hand gripping tightly at the bed sheets and the other tangled in his ivory hair, each tug at the strands sending pleasurable tingles down the length of his spine.
“Ca - ahh - asper!” you sobbed his name like a prayer, body writhing beneath his ministrations, and with an answering moan the reaper fitted his mouth to where he knew you’d be most sensitive and sucked, hard, tongue flicking madly against flushed, swollen flesh until you could withstand the torment no longer.
You came with a shout, hips twitching wildly as your orgasm shuddered through you. Casper clenched your heaving thighs with nerveless fingers and moaned brokenly at the gush of fluid on his tongue, laving at your throbbing sex until you were whimpering with oversensitivity and begging him for mercy.
Even as he released you from the torment of his lips and tongue, the reaper could scarcely force himself to retreat from your heat, his cheek smushed into the plushness of your thigh as you both struggled to catch your breath and his pulse hitching with each shuddering roll of his hips against your rumpled bed sheets.
He would need so little to coax himself over the edge, Casper knew, his fingers - still slick and shining with your fluids - reaching down to free himself from his trousers for the second time that night. He hissed at the first brush of his fingertips along his cock, his flesh slick and swollen with need, but he had only just managed to wrap his palm around the base when you were tugging at his shoulders and urging him to rise, a new edge of desperation to your voice that Casper found himself impossible to ignore.
“Come here,” you pleaded, drawing him into an embrace and wrapping an arm low around his hips in order to coax him into a languid grind against your splayed, spent body.
The drag of his cockhead along your hot, damp sex tore a sob from the reaper’s throat, his hands clenching tightly around your hips and his head dropping to bury his nose against the warmth of your throat.
“Sun… Sunshine,” he huffed against sweat-damp flesh, the thrusting of his hips already losing rhythm as he chased his release. “Ah, g-gods, you feel so… so good - ”
You moaned his name, lips slack against his brow and fingers knotted in his ivory hair. “You too.” Your voice hitched on a sigh as he rutted against you, head tilting back and hips rolling in time with his. “So fucking good, Casper.”
Your blissful exhalation of his name, coupled with the muted hum of your throat against his lips as you spoke it, immediately tipped the reaper over the edge, hips hitching against yours and strangled whimpers muffled against your skin as he came.
“Gods,” he shuddered, unable to quell a final surging of his hips and panting at the sensation of his release slicking your skin. He had made an utter mess of you both, he realized, cheeks burning at the muted squelch of fluids disturbed by all of his shifting, and upon feeling the heat against your throat, you laughed.
“You’re so cute,” you exhaled, your voice sated and sleepy.
Casper huffed against your throat, even as his chest warmed at the familiar praise. “So you keep telling me.”
“Because it keeps being true,” you counter, lips fluttering over his brow before you nudge at his hip with your knee. “Let’s go clean up, hmm?”
Casper groaned pitifully, allowing the full force of his weight to tether you to the bed. Mess or no, the reaper had no desire to leave the circle of your arms anytime soon. “I think not,” he breathed sullenly against your throat, startling a laugh from your lips.
“Cmon,” you coaxed sweetly, fingers raking gently through ivory strands and lips twitching against his brow as he groaned happily beneath the attention. “I’ll even wash your hair for you.”
Casper’s eyes blinked open, body perking against yours. He couldn’t deny the promise of it made him melt. “Lead the way, Sunshine,” he murmured magnanimously, and you snorted, knees wobbling a little as he helped you to your feet
“I had a feeling that would work,” you teased him, but Casper merely tugged you along, already envisioning the silken slide of your fingers through his wet hair.
Cw: sexual scenarios discussed, handjobs,dislike of physical touch being talked about in depth + it's worries. Please let me know if I missed anything :)
MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI I'M TIRED OF BLOCKING YOU
Spoiler: grims name, ending 3
(I totally didn't base this off of my own feelings whatsoever... Psh what?)
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You were laying in bed facing the ceiling with Casper laying beside you. You just couldn't help but think about yesterday when you decided to go all of the way with him. It wasn't that you weren't attracted to him or didn't feel any desire, but you couldn't help but shake the feeling that it was... Uncomfortable. You never really liked being touched and you thought that maybe this time with someone you really loved that maybe it would be different, but it wasn't. The worst part is that you enjoyed him being happy and getting satisfied, and you don't want to take that away but you can't just set aside your own feelings for that.
"Sunshine, are you okay?" You snap out of your thoughts and turn to see Casper facing you with a worried look on his face.
"I just..." You sit up and pause for a second. Is it really okay to bring up? Would it hurt him? Would he take it the wrong way? Screw it. He's given up being a grim reaper and is in hiding just for you, so maybe... maybe he would actually understand since he knew you had built up the courage so far for physical affections. "I was thinking about last night, and I have some... Complications."
"What about last night?" He raises an eyebrow and still has a look of worry on his face. Casper sits up as well and turns to face you completely, having his full attention.
"Well.... The thing is... Oh how do I go about this." You trust him, but it's just so hard to put your feelings into words. "I didn't really enjoy it. The sex... It's not that I don't like your or am not attracted to you, I am, it's just... It was too overwhelming and uncomfortable. I liked seeing you satisfied, but I don't know if I could put myself through it again." You look at him worried about what his reaction might be to this information.
"Sunshine..." He brushes some of you hair out of your face. "I'm glad you told me. It's okay. You love me and am attracted to me, so that's all I can ask for. I wouldn't want you to do something you're uncomfortable with just for my own pleasure." You can't help but feel emotional. It just felt so nice to hear those words.
"T-thank you. That means a lot actually. I don't know what exactly I expected you to say, but it truly means a lot to me. Normally I have people push my boundaries or not believe that I could be uncomfortable from touch, but you've been very understanding." Casper frowns when he hears what happens to you when discussing boundaries with other people and he sighs.
"You shouldn't have to thank me for being understanding... I'm your boyfriend after all. A thousand curses on the people who treated you that way in the past." By the look on his face you can tell he is definitely trying to curse those people from your past. "So tell me... Just so everything is clear, what 𝘢𝘳𝘦 you comfortable with sunshine?"
"Well... I like your kisses and hugs, and I'm fine with touching you myself... I liked when you held onto me too, but full on sex? That was just too much for me to handle." You lay it all out for him, it's best that he knows how you feel especially since he actually cares to know. "But the problem is that I still want you to be able to have pleasure in our relationship. I don't want it to feel like I'm taking away something from you."
"Sunshine..." He pauses for a second. "Though you don't have to. If you are 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 worried about this I'm sure we could come up with something that would still be comfortable for you."
"Really?"
"Yes. You said you don't mind touching me yourself?"
"That's right... Oh maybe... Just maybe... That might work." Suddenly you had an idea. One that would fulfill both of you in this situation. "Say what if... What if we stuck to me giving you hand jobs. You could sit in front... And I could wrap my arms around you. Or o could even sit in front of you, if you wanted me to get a nice view?" Suddenly your mind is wondering to the possible scenarios. It's a simple solution and one that you wish you could have thought of sooner.
"That sounds..." You could see the blush creeping onto Casper's face and he brings up his hand to try and hide his embarrassment. "I like the sound of that. I'm glad we could... Figure this out so to say."
My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”
She was in a car crash on the way to work one morning and called my husband to let him know she’d be late and he was like wtf guess I’m gonna be late too because I’m coming to pick you up and then he told his team and they were like I think you mean WE are coming.
Imagine you are a teenage girl probably rushing to get to work and you crash your probably new car and feel absolutely miserable and now you’ll be late to work but then suddenly in the distance a car full of all the adult men you work with just pulls up and is like “we came all the way here to pick you up” the mental image right now is fr.
Apparently she tried to call her dad but it was 3am and he was obviously sleeping so she called my husband and he not only came to find her but fished her glasses out of the hood of the car (she’d dropped them while looking inside), drove her to the hospital, and told her to take the day off. She insisted on coming back to work so he used his lunch break to watch TV with her to make sure she didn’t doze off (concussion risk).
You’ve heard of the Mom friend but my husband is very much the Dad friend. He said when he answered the phone she said “hey please don’t be mad” and he’s never felt such powerful Fatherhood energy in his life.
gender envy usually gets used as a positive to neutral expression but there sure is an evil form of gender envy if you've been in the depths of dysphoria. i have a friend whos talked about hearing news stories of kim petras in highschool and being so jealous it made her angry. i've struggled talking to online friends who got on HRT faster due to their countries better healthcare because obviously i'm happy for them but like. man. ya know its not healthy but if you've been there? you get it. ohhhh you get it.
Instead of playing it cool, your body physically ripples as it tenses. You had even gone as far as to scrub yourself before heading over to Valko's place. yet his wolf nose was able to detect... "I smell different?"
It was a lame attempt to recover, your eyebrow quirking upwards in forced confusion as the red headed wolf narrows his eyes. "I've smelt it before but I can't quite figure out where..." you force yourself to swallow the lump in your throat, shifting deeper into the plush of his living room couch as you snatch the remote from his hands.
"I'm sure it's the new shampoo I'm using, let's just watch-" but his hand is quicker, grabbing the remote before you can press play. "No, it's not a scent like that that, it's something else." He’s leaning in, amber eyes darting all over your frame as he tries to locate the source.
“I’ve never smelt it on you, but I’ve smelt it before.” You have to wonder if he can hear your heart threatening to burst out of your ribcage. Or the swelling nausea rising in your stomach as anxiety grips at it. This isn’t exactly how you intended for him to find out, you’ve only been together for a couple months and… “I think I need to call gram.”
Valko’s sudden conclusion yanks you from your spiral, eyebrows knitting together. “Val it’s way too late to bug her.” You could save the poor man from all this trouble by just fessing up, but you couldn’t get the words from your brain to your mouth, it just wasn’t happening.
"You're right..." He looked slightly deflated, nose still twitching in your direction. "... I'll just call auntie instead." Oh for fuck's sake!
"Valko, please." Your voice trembles as you grab his wrist. Stopping him from reaching for his phone and accidentally spreading the news you were not ready to share. "Just, take a second and think about it." You hadn't a clue why you thought a shower would help you in this case, it's not as if you could wash them away or even less the sent of them.
But, his cousin did just have a baby a few weeks back. Surely that is why the smell was lingering so heavy on his mind. That's why he couldn't quite place it on you, you've only been dating for three months at this point. And the lines only showed up this morning...
"Wha-" Pure confusion shone in his eyes, and you knew there was no going back. With your hand still around his wrist, you dragged it over and rested it softly against your lower abdomen. "Think about it." You tried to stop your voice from shaking, but you were petrified of his reaction. It took Valko all of three seconds to piece it together.
"You're pregnant?" A rushed whisper, one you nearly missed with the way your blood was rushing through your ears. "I-I just found out this morning. I was supposed to uhm... get my period like last week and never did so I just wanted to check and well... yeah."
In any other situation, it would be comical the way his wolf ears popped up from his head. Proud and at attention, as his tail started thumping excitedly against the couch. The pounding so hard it was actually making you shake a little. Even if he hadn't said anything verbally yet, it was quite obvious how Valko felt. "That's why you smell different."
Scooting closer, he sniffs you better. "Your hormones are changing, but I can also smell them... Oh my god I got you pregnant." Now you couldn't help but laugh a little as the reality set in for him too, ears stick straight atop his head and amber eyes wide as dinner plates.
"Yes, Val. You got me pregnant. You're stuck with me- us, forever now." His hand didn’t move from your stomach, instead his thumb began softly rubbing it. “I wouldn't have it any other way. I want you with me, always.”
Smth smth smth Sylus covering you with his body to protect you from gunfire. His back getting littered with bullets, tearing his clothes, Evol disintegrating them before they can exit and hurt you. It's purely instinctual. His first thought wasn't to use his Evol to destroy the bullets midair or erase the guns from existence or even wipe out the shooters. It was to protect you. Even if it meant hurting himself
After the shooters are dealt with and everything is safe, you look at his back and see all the damage done to his clothes. His skin is already repaired, blood returned to his body. You kiss his back through the burnt fabric. "Thank you, Sy," you murmur. And he knows he would do it again in a heartbeat, even if his Evol was drained and he was sure to die
Also also dragon Sylus who covers you with his body and wings, wrapping you in his clawed arms and holding you tight to his chest as he fights his way free from danger with his tail and pushing foes back with his wings before curling them around you again. Finally finding an opening to fly away, cradling you securely as he gets you out of there. Still watching the ground to make sure no arrows or rockets are fired up, dodging out of the way of any. His precious treasure. The rumbling in his chest vibrating through you as he promises that you're safe from those disgusting humans now
I feel like the lotus position with Sylus would be overly intimate. Like too intimate. Something reserved specifically for when you’re both a little tipsy and feeling extra lovey with each other. When the alcohol give you both that little boost of confidence you didn’t realize you needed to be interlocked so deeply with one another.
All giggles and goofy smiles as you’re wrapped so tightly around each other that it’s hard to decipher where one starts and the other ends. Having to work together to actually make something happen but being too lost in kissing to really make it work.
So it’s just sloppy thrusts and grinding into something that is enough to build the pleasure in your gut until you’re scratching at his back and bucking your hips with more controlled fervor.
Falling apart in his embrace as he twitches his release into you, kissing your neck and shoulder and mumbling praises as he falls back and drags you with him. Rolling you both over, still connected, and dragging the sheets over your bodies.
Not willing to remove himself until soft, and even then the proximity between your bodies is forbidden from growing any wider.
A weekend stay at his grandmother’s house, a good chunk of his immediate and extended family staying as well. And he still has the audacity to prance around his childhood bedroom is nothing but a pair of low handing gray sweats.
“Val, baby. Please find a shirt.” The house had finally gone quiet for the first time in hours. The pups asleep, the parents finally able to relax, uncle Valko and their new auntie now hiding in uncle Valko’s old room… “It’s just you and me, why do I need a shirt?” Oh, bless him…
You shift under the blankets, thighs pressing together deliciously as you glance over the tanned muscles of his torso. Only for him to shift and remind you that he has model robots collecting dust on some bookshelves behind him with a middle school robotics trophy. “Because.”
It’s all you can muster, and his tail wags slow and steady in honest confusion. “Because why? I always sleep without a shirt, don’t I? My family has seen me like this plenty—“ you roll over, burying your burning face into his pillow and whining. He was totally missing the point, by a mile.
“Ohh, I get it.” He murmurs as he watches your legs kick under the blankets. Nose twitching as he zeroes in on your scent shamelessly. “You’re horny. And my nakedness isn’t helping your cause, right?” You pop up, looking over your shoulder to glare at him with an exaggerated pout.
“You’re so hot, Val. And you’re making it worse with what you’re wearing. Plus we’re in a house full of wolves, not only can we not have sex. Even if we could, I’m not letting you fuck me in your childhood bed.”
That earns a rich, deep rumbling of laughter from his chest, only fanning the flames. “We could always sneak out for some late night snacks? There is a convenient store that’s 24 hours like fifteen minutes…” you’re already rolling out of bed, not bothering to grab your purse.
“You still need a shirt.” You murmur as you make it for the door, eyeing him with wide, needy eyes. “Even if you’re going to rip it off me in 5 minutes?”
Oh cuz I keep forgetting: three of our ducks are male (signs only show up once they're adults). So Cheese is male, Quackers is female (and VERY quacky we named her perfectly), and Gomez and Morticia are both male
I don't have any current pics but Cheese's markings have changed so much from female-leaning to full-blown male it's so cool
Also having three male ducks and only one female is NOT good but we don't know what to do about that yet
You groan as consciousness returns to you. A pounding headache greets you, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. A sticky, gross taste lingers in your mouth. But you're nice and warm, too. Soft silk brushing your skin, cozy blankets wrapped around you, the plush of a mattress perfectly holding up your body.
You wince as you squint your eyes open. The room is dark - a true saving grace. You blearily look around, trying to make sense of your surroundings, until it all clicks together in one: you're in Sylus's room. In fact, you can see the back of his head peeking out overtop the couch.
With a yawn, you push yourself up. As the blankets slip down, the cold air sets in, raising goosebumps all down your arms. You're still in your dress. No wonder you're so cold.
Sylus turns his head as he hears you moving around, turning his body with it and resting his arm along the back of the couch. "Sleep well?" he asks, teasing.
You hum as you greedily pluck the topmost blanket and wrap it tightly around yourself. You're grateful to find a pair of slippers at the side of the bed - definitely not yours. "Your bed's soft," you mutter.
He smiles. "How's your head feel?"
You groan in response. He chuckles.
"Anything you want for breakfast, it's yours. You deserve it after you polished off my good wine."
"Don't remind me." You heave yourself to your feet and shuffle off to the attached bathroom. You stop at the doorway, frowning at him. "I don't have any clothes..."
He grins and rises to his feet. He places a gun on the low table in front of him along with a simple cloth. "I'll get you some."
You yawn. Nod. And turn into the bathroom, blanket dragging the floor.
Sylus has a little space heater set up in his bathroom. It's such a large space, and it gets cold quickly, so you diligently turn it on high and spend a couple minutes standing in front of it until it feels safe enough to kick the blanket by the door. Then you hurry to prepare a spare toothbrush and scrub the yucky taste out of your mouth.
You look up into the mirror. Your hair is a mess and your dress has left lines in your skin where you slept in it, but there's no makeup on your face anymore. You stare at yourself for a long minute. Toothbrush stops up against your molars as you think. It feels like there's something you're missing... Right at the edge of your memory, on the verge of showing itself…
You shake your head and spit the foamy toothpaste into the sink. You rinse the brush and put it in the holder, before cupping your hands to draw water up to your mouth. You swish, spit. Get more water, swish, spit again. Raise your head, look at yourself…
You scratch an itch on your cheek. It feels like something's there. Or like something should be there…
"If you can remember that, you can cash it in for the real deal."
Everything comes screeching in all at once. Last night, sitting in his lap, drinking wine, leaning in close, begging him to kiss you, the kiss on your cheek-
Two quick knocks tap on the door. You stare at the wood. Balk at the idea of seeing his face again after you made yourself into such a desperate idiot in front of him last night. Your heart races fast in your chest, hangover forgotten as you figure out what the hell you should do.
He knocks again. "Sweetie, I got your clothes."
How can he sound so normal?!
"Yeah, uh, just a sec!"
You hurriedly try to fix your hair into something even semi-presentable, scrub away the remnant toothpaste at the corner of your mouth, adjust your dress and how it sits on your frame. You don't have enough time to do any better. You take a breath, and open the door.
Sylus stands there patiently. His eyes flicker down at your dress for a brief second, so fast you almost missed it, before he holds out a stack of folded clothes. They're in your size, but they're not yours. There's even a sweater folded up neatly on the bottom that's way larger. You shoot him a confused frown. "Whose clothes are these?"
He cocks his head with a smirk, as if he was expecting you to ask. "They're yours, kitten," he chuckles. "It's a set from the same collection of clothes you purchased last week. I thought it would be a good idea to keep a pair around here in case of... emergencies. And you looked cold, so I grabbed one of my sweaters for you."
"Oh."
"Did you think they belonged to somebody else?"
"No! I just..." You open your mouth, looking for an excuse, but you can't seem to find one. He really went out of his way to buy you clothes he knew you'd be comfortable in? You can't fathom it; can't decipher why he'd bother. It's not like your desperate begging last night influenced it either - he bought these in advance.
He frowns slightly, brow pinching together. "Is everything alright, sweetie?"
You stare up at him. "I..." Your throat feels dry. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. "I remember."
He stares back. Laughs once, sharp and soft, like he's dispelling something tight in his chest. He raises his hand and pokes your cheek playfully, right over the spot he kissed you. "And? Do you intend to exchange it?"
Your face is unbelievably warm. Your chest feels tight with embarrassment and longing. "You'd still let me, even after I threw myself at you last night?"
"Yeah," he answers, like it's the easiest decision he's ever had to make. The cocky assuredness softens. The skin between his brows creasing as he looks at you with something serious and painful. "As long as you decide to kiss me because you want to, not because you feel like you owe me something."
Your words from last nightly slowly trickle in when he says that. Your admittance to him. Your heart laid bare.
"Sometimes it feels hard to love you. You have everything. And I have nothing. Nothing to give you to- to make it worthwhile. Cuz that's what you deserve.
"But I want to... I want to love you so bad. And I do. So much... But I have nothing. The only thing I can give you is... This mess."
Those feelings still linger. They taint your soul. It's not so easy to dislodge it all; years of your self-worth being torn apart and belittled and destroyed, by friends and family and coworkers and doctors and the whole damn world.
But when Sylus looks at you like that. Like you are a goddess and he is your devout follower. It makes you want to try. Because it shouldn't be so hard to love this man.
You nod slightly. Swallow the ache in your chest. "I want to."
His eyes glance over your face, searching for the truth behind your words. Looking for any hint that you don't really mean it. And then he steps close. Reaches past you, crowding you against the counter, to place the stack of clothes down.
He rests a hand on your waist. You can feel the heat of it through your dress. The other curls fingers under your chin to bring your face close to his. It's impossible to miss the flicker of his eyes when they look at your mouth.
"Tell me you want it, kitten," he breathes in a whisper. There's almost a plea behind it. Begging to hear you confirm your desire for him.
You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair. Drag your nails along his scalp. His eyelids flutter slightly at the sensation. You draw him closer, until your noses are brushing. "I want you to kiss me."
You've barely gotten the words out before his mouth is on yours. It's restrained; passion tempered to be slow and deep, savoring the taste of you. But it's perfect. It's everything you could have dreamed of. His lips are slightly chapped, but they fit against yours like two halves of a whole coming together. Your back presses up against the counter. But then he's lifting you with one arm, settling you on the edge to reduce the strain on his neck.
You don't know how long you linger there. With him standing respectfully beside your legs, without the pressure to go further. With his hand cradling your cheek, your jaw, before settling on your neck. With his low groans and hums of approval when you tug him closer and nibble on his lips.
Eventually, it has to come to an end.
He pulls away slowly, like he can't bear the idea of parting from you. His eyes are lidded heavily as he meets your gaze again. Crimson irises tinted warm with pure bliss. He strokes the like of your jaw with his thumb.
"I was right..."
"Hm?"
He brushes his lips against yours again. Barely even a kiss. Stealing another taste of you. "I am the happiest man in the universe."
Sylus holds a wine glass in one hand, holding it to the side as you climb onto his lap. Legs on either side of his, body arched to align with his, face ducked down to stay close to his; you truly are a sight to behold.
"Kiss me," you demand. Your hands trace his jaw, feeling his skin, the warmth underneath it.
He grins softly. It's not quite a smirk, though it holds that same smug amusement. His hand holds your hip respectfully. Fingers tug down the hem of your dress to keep you decent.
"I don't think that's a good idea, sweetie."
You frown. "Why not?"
Oh, you sweet thing. Your eyes keep flickering about his face, lingering on his lips, his eyes, his lips again. He takes his sweet time sipping from his glass. A slight tint of red stains his lips, licked away by his tongue. He can see the way your eyes glaze over as you stare.
"You're drunk," he reminds you. "You almost polished off my nice, expensive wine. Did you forget?"
The wine wasn't important. It was expensive, aged to perfection, sitting on the rack waiting for the best occasion - and you had him refill your glass before he even finished his.
He doesn't envy the headache you'll have come morning.
Your thumbs run along the flat of his cheeks, stroking back to his sideburns, before you slip your hands around his neck and into his hair. You scratch so sweetly at his scalp. He should stop it, stop you from so effortlessly turning him into putty under your attention. But he doesn't.
You brush your nose against his. Your breath carries the subtle notes of the wine with it. "'M not that drunk. And you're pretty... Kiss me, please."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
Something dark flashes across his eyes. A fleeting shadow. If it were not his lap you were in right now, how quickly would anyone else give in to you, with you so demanding and beautiful? "Because you're drunk," he insists again, softly.
You huff in annoyance. "Is that the only reason you're gonna give me? Told you already, I'm not that drunk."
"It's the fact you've been drinking at all, sweetie." You roll your eyes, turning your head away at the rejection. He grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger, drawing your attention back to him. "I want you to be completely sober for our first kiss. Is that such a bad thing?"
You blink at him dumbly for a moment. "First kiss?"
"Mhm."
A beat, and then those gorgeous lips are curling into a wicked little grin. "'First' implies that there'd be more."
He releases your chin to brush loose strands of hair from your face. "And I want you to be sober enough to remember every single one."
"But if we kissed now..." You lean into his touch like a cat, rubbing your cheek against his hand before he can pull it away. "... we could have another first kiss later."
He chuckles. "You really want this, don't you, kitten?"
You whine with a nod. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you draw yourself into him, resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt.
"Sometimes it feels hard to love you," you admit in a whisper. "You have everything. And I have nothing. Nothing to give you to- to make it worthwhile. Cuz that's what you deserve."
His heart aches. He sets his glass aside to hug you in return. Your words become slurred as you continue speaking, slow and messy. But genuine. He wishes he had the will to silence you now, to hear it all when you're of sound mind. But he's weak to this truth and the desire to hear it at your most vulnerable.
"But I want to... I want to love you so bad. And I do. So much... But I have nothing. The only thing I can give you is..." You wave a hand limply at your body. "This mess."
You sigh, hiding your face in his warm neck. He leans his head on yours. You sniffle quietly.
"Would kissing me make you happy?"
He squeezes his arms tighter around you. Readjusts so you're sitting more comfortably across his lap instead of straddling him. He even grabs a blanket with his Evol to wrap it around your shoulders, tucking the corners in so you're protected from the cold in your little black dress that drives him wild.
"Being near you makes me happy," he answers. "Seeing you, hearing you, talking with you - everything about you makes me happy. I don't need your body to be happy. You don't need to throw yourself at me to love me."
You sniffle again. Hot droplets of water fall to his skin. Your voice shakes. "But would kissing me make you happy?"
"When you're sober," he begins slowly, carefully, "and I kiss you for the first time, I'll be the happiest man in the universe."
"Really?"
He gently pulls you from his neck. You've got tears already staining your cheeks. Makeup running, lip trembling. You're so beautiful.
He leans in. Your breath hitches in your throat, though he can't tell if it's from excitement or to fight back another sob. His lips brush your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut, squeezing out tears that gather on his lips. They linger there for several seconds, before he finally pulls away. His hand comes up to hold your other cheek, wiping away the evidence of your overwhelming emotions.
"If you can remember that, you can cash it in for the real deal," he says, teasing and light, but with the weight of genuine care and concern. "Alright?"
You nod. "Alright."
He draws you back into him. "Now get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
I got tagged in this and I should note: Of all the chicken breeds I've met, these are the gentlest and friendliest. Also very somft. All three I've gotten to handle have wanted to cuddle, and they're very warm, like cats.
No midroll ads and it’s just a polite man playing hitman with meditative music in the background this is actually just insane enough to be my new favorite thing to fall asleep to
