Amaiyah 💕

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[wintrsoul]

“Is that Pr— I mean, a stag?”

Pairings: James Potter x reader

Summary: James sought you out after your argument in an entirely different way.

Note: hello! this idea had been stuck in my head for days and won’t go away not until i write it. hope you will like it!

James had been looking for you for an hour after you had left, his eyes scanning the halls of Hogwarts in search of your familiar figure. He ran his fingers through his hair—something he always did whenever he was stressed.

You had both gotten into an argument—something that started small but blew up into something massive. Things were said, jabs were thrown, and feelings were hurt, and before he even knew it, you had stormed out of the common room, the portrait slamming shut in the wake of your anger.

Even though the argument was a result of mutual misunderstanding, James knew deep down that he had to apologize, and no doubt you felt the same way. But this was not the kind of argument that you both usually resolved easily, given the fact that you have both hurt each other with words that were hurled like daggers.

But despite the truth that the problem was way harder to confront than your previous ones— James was still determined to seek you out, an apology already swimming in his mind.

He craned his neck in hopes of catching a glimpse of you or even just your hair. His elbows brushed against the throngs of students littering the corridors of Hogwarts, not even caring if he pushed too harshly. You seemed to have vanished, and James almost felt his hands itching for the Marauder's Map in his trouser pocket to look for you, though the thought of further upsetting you by invading your privacy stopped him whenever his fingers brushed against the dry parchment.

His footsteps faltered as the afternoon sun stung his eyes— the cacophony of students rushing in the hallways fading as he walked through the cobblestone path that led towards one of the fountains in the courtyard. He didn’t even realize that he had reached the place, too deep in the memory of your flight earlier.

He was about to turn back around, but the unmistakable sound of your frustrated grunt reached his ears, accompanied by the noise of grass being pulled, no doubt taking the brunt of your frustration. The sound came from behind a large oak tree, the trunk completely covering your seated frame. He stopped in his tracks— the thought that you might not even want to see him echoing in his mind.

But he wanted to see you— no scratch that, he’s dying to see you!

James shook his head, and slowly, he crept up behind you, a stupid, ridiculous idea popping into his head. Godric, if you ever found out what he was about to do, you’d probably curse him into damnation or maybe have a good laugh.

Without any second thoughts, he transformed into his Animagus form, his large hooves moving quickly to where you were.

The sudden intrusion startled you, the grip of your hands on the poor grass softened as you stared at the majestic creature in front of you, your mouth hanging open in awe.

“Oh, hi,” you greeted as you let go of the now wilted grass.

The enormous animal in front of you looked as if it was straight out of the fantasy book you had borrowed from Lily— its antlers pointing proudly in the air. You supposed this wasn’t uncommon in the wizarding world, considering that this place is filled with magic.

You straightened up in your seat, James’ eyes following your move.

You tentatively stretched your hand as if you wanted to touch him. James, seeing the flicker of hesitation in your eyes, immediately nudged his snout against your palm, his heart melting at the warmth of your touch. “I didn’t know deer frequented the grounds.” You murmured to yourself.

You began scratching his ears, the action completely drawing him close to you. He buried himself deeper into your touch, his head heavily resting on your lap while the rest of his large body lay on the ground. He was careful enough to avoid poking you with his antlers.

“You’re beautiful. What’s your name?” you asked, to which he responded by nudging your stomach with his nose, eliciting a giggle from you.

“Merlin, you’re clingy, aren’t you?” you smiled as you continued caressing James's Animagus form— the animal's brown deep eyes had your mind wandering to your boyfriend.

“You almost remind me of James,” you sighed softly, the once wide smile on your face replaced by a solemn look. “Your antlers even remind me of his nickname; Prongs,”

“Speaking of James, he’d probably be thrilled to see you. Merlin knows that boy is quite fond of your kind,” you said with a smile, your eyes gazing into the distance. “Such a shame he was acting like a complete prat.”

James let out a grunt, pulling your gaze towards him. You chuckled, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you continued to stare at him. “What?”

“It’s true! He was acting like a prat.” James let out another sound, this time it sounded more like a whine. “But even though he was acting like a dick earlier, he’s still my James,” you continued, your tone soft and adoring.

“Still my prat—”

You were about to continue when a familiar voice broke the calm atmosphere, calling your name—not far from where you were sitting under the tree. James let out a groan at the loss of your touch, his nose nuzzling deeply into your lap.

“Marlene was wondering where you’ve been,” it was Sirius—and if James was in his human form right now, he was certain he’d be burning red. He went still, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights, pun intended. He could hear the sound of his best friend’s footsteps approaching, the dry leaves crunching beneath his shoes.

“What the hell!?” Sirius guffawed as he reached you, the sound of his voice coming out amused.

“What?” you asked innocently as you continued stroking the top of James's head.

“Is that Pr—I mean a stag?” Sirius asked, his face grimacing as his nickname almost slipped out of his mouth.

“I guess. He’s quite big, isn’t he?” you replied, your smile evident in your voice.

Sirius only nodded at you, his cheeks turning red as he tried to contain his laughter.

Merlin, James could already hear Sirius’ voice in his head as he imagined the way he would share this story with their other friends. He’d never live this down.

“Anyway, I have to go. Girls’ duties. Take care of him, will you?” you said as you stood, leaving James to lay his head on the grass.

He watched as you walked away, his heart feeling heavier than before. But before you could take another step, you suddenly halted, his heart leaping up in his chest as you turned around to face Sirius—who, by the way, was still trying to stifle his laughter.

“By the way, have you seen James?” you asked, your lower lip held hostage by your teeth. His heart swelled as his name passed your lips—the sound so soft and light.

“Oh, Prongs? He’s probably sulking right now,” Sirius answered, effortlessly masking his lie with an innocent look on his face. James could feel Sirius’ scrutinizing gaze as the words left his mouth, a small, unnoticeable glint in his eyes.

You nodded at Sirius. “If you see him, will you please tell him to meet me in the common room at seven?”

“Will do, darling,” Sirius gave you a salute as you turned your back on them and headed towards the entrance, your figure slowly disappearing in the distance.

James felt a twig land on his forehead, the impact enough to make him wince. He turned his head towards Sirius with the deadliest glare he could muster in his Animagus form, to which Sirius only laughed. James had almost forgotten that Sirius was with him and that he was still in his Animagus form, too absorbed in the haze that your presence had left.

“Merlin, aren’t you pathetic, Prongs?” the raven-haired boy said as he poked James with a twig on his behind, forcing him to transform back into his human form with a grunt.

“Leave me alone, Pads,” he grumbled, his ears turning hot.

[bethsvrse]

Mickey 17 and 18 fighting to eat you out?? yes please

smut, oral, fem receiving, technically a threesome?? idk if it counts since they are kinda the same person lol ☠️ also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND REQUESTS FOR THEM 🙏☺️

When you first found out there were two Mickeys, your immediate thought was how the hell you were going to explain this to Kenneth without getting all three of you killed.

Your second thought? There were two fucking Mickeys. Two of your boyfriends. Two men who were hopelessly in love with you.

Two men who would do anything to please you which is exactly how you ended up in this position.

Honestly, you don’t even know how it happened.

One minute, the three of you were arguing about what the hell you were supposed to do, the next, Mickey 17 was between your legs, his tongue lapping at your cunt while Mickey 18 sat by the bed, rubbing over his clothed cock, eyes dark with jealousy as he watched, his grip on himself tightening and his jaw clenching as he watched 17 work.

His tongue moved like he’d done this a hundred times before because he technically had. Every movement over your clit was muscle memory, honed from how long the two of you had been together. Mickey 18 knew exactly what it felt like to have you writhing beneath him, and the fact that 17 was the one drawing those desperate little sounds from your lips instead of him was driving him insane.

He exhaled sharply, shifting in his seat like he was debating whether to wait his turn or shove 17 out of the way. But 17 wasn’t stopping—not even sparing his double a glance. He was devoted, completely focused on your pleasure, moaning against your cunt like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted (because in his mind, it was).

“Fuck,” 18 muttered, palming himself harder. “That’s my pussy too, y’know.”

Mickey 17 lifted his head slightly, looking up at 18 with wide, hazy eyes, lips slick with your arousal.

“But… it’s my turn,” he said softly, almost pouting.

Mickey 18 let out a sharp breath, like he was barely holding himself together. Then, he moved.

Before you could process it, he was between your legs, shoving 17’s shoulder in an attempt to get him out of the way. “Move.”

17 let out a small noise of protest, hands still gripping your thighs, eyes flickering between 18 and you, unsure, almost as if wanting you to tell 18 to wait his turn.

But 18 wasn’t waiting, and honestly, he wouldn’t even listen to you if he told him too. He pressed his mouth to you, groaning as he finally got his first taste, lapping at your cunt like you were water and he was a man in the desert.

17 whined softly but didn’t pull away. Instead, after a beat, he leaned back in, his tongue darting out to flick over your clit, while 18 groaned against your entrance, working his tongue deeper.

The two of them licked and sucked in tandem, their breath hot, their mouths wet and eager, both of them determined to pull you apart.

17 clung to your thighs, eyes fluttering shut as he focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves, whimpering softly with every little twitch of pleasure you gave while 18 was rougher, more demanding, moaning against your cunt as he pushed his tongue deeper, like he wanted to devour you whole.

Pleasure coursed through you, your body arching between them as their mouths worked in perfect, desperation. It was overwhelming, the contrast of them both.

Your fingers tangled in 17’s hair, gripping tight, and he whimpered into you, the sound vibrating through your core. He was so good for you, so eager to please, to be wanted. 18 groaned at the noise, gripping your hips and pulling you even closer to his mouth, dragging his tongue through your wetness with a satisfied hum, like he was trying to drown himself in you.

It was almost too much. Their mouths, their hands, the sounds they were making—moaning, whining, competing for your pleasure.

Your thighs shook as heat coiled in your stomach. Your back arching as you gasped, choking on a moan, and that was all the encouragement they needed.

17 sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking faster, more determined, and 18 groaned into you, his hands spreading your thighs wider, his mouth moving rougher, needier—both of them working together, completely in sync now.

It hit you like a freight train. Your vision blurred, your breath hitched, and then you broke—pleasure crashing through you in waves, your body shaking as they held you down, licking you through it, moaning against you like they were the ones falling apart.

You barely registered the way 18 groaned in satisfaction, the way 17 let out a little whimper, nuzzling against your thigh, licking up every last drop like he couldn’t stand to waste a single thing.

It was only when the tremors in your body subsided that 18 finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking so very smug.

“See?” he murmured, voice thick with pride as he glanced at 17. “That’s how you do it.”

17 just blinked up at him, wide-eyed and still flushed, his lips parted slightly like he was about to argue but then, slowly, a small, almost dazed smile curled at his lips.

“I think we should do it again,” he said softly, voice still breathless.

18 snorted, shaking his head before turning back to you, dragging his fingers over your thigh. “Yeah? What do you think, sweetheart? Think you can handle another round?”

Your body was still trembling, your breath still ragged but with two Mickeys looking at you like that, both of them ready to do whatever you wanted?

How could you possibly say no?

[p3terparker]

𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲 - 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: peter wants to be babied.

𝘄/𝗰: 0.5k

𝗮/𝗻: hey guys!! it has been nearly a year since i’ve last written and i just wanna say i’m sorry for leaving for so long </3 please do bear with me, this may not be that good judging by how long it’s been since i’ve last written. i hope you enjoy though! also for everyone who has requested something, i haven’t forgotten about you! i’m getting to those soon :)

“please hold me” 

it’s nearly 1am and you’re sprawled out on your bed watching some random movie that was playing on tv. you’ve been up waiting for hours for peter to come by after patrol, and now he’s finally here sneaking in through your window.

“are you okay baby? you finished up pretty late” you question softly as you take off his mask and brush his hair out of his face.

“i’m fine. i just want you to hold me” he says tiredly and practically puts all of his body weight on you, causing you both to fall back onto your bed.

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[amazighjewel]

When there isn’t 20 new fics for me to read after refreshing the tag (I just finished reading everything and have absolutely no patience)

[writtenbymoonflower]

how about

and hear me out

room mate! marauders who are obsessed with their shy roomate

oh trust me, hunny, i am hearing you. hope this is okay! shy gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: nothing really, just fluff, reader is very flustered

1.1k words

Your eyes were blurry as you shuffled into the sunny kitchen. You weren’t used to waking up to the curtains open and breakfast on the stove. You’d lived with people before of course, but none as lively as this bunch. You weren’t complaining, though, you were quickly warming to them, even though you had probably spoken a total of 50 words to your new housemates in the three weeks you had lived with them. Most of these words likely consisting of sorry, excuse me, thank you. 

They had been talking though. Ever since the day you met they had been treating you like their best friend. Not even that. They were all best friends. (Though you considered that wasn’t all, on more than one occasion you had caught Sirius with his head in James’ lap, or Remus’ legs swung over one of the other boys. You had also observed a fair number of kisses between the three boys). But rather, they treated you like something precious, like a porcelain doll they were begging to get a hold of.

That thought made you immediately think of the nickname Sirius (or ‘Pads’ as the boys occasionally called him) had stuck you with. 

“Hey, dollface! You sleep well?” The coal-haired boy looked like he was itching to beckon you under his arm, but resisted. You were thankful, not knowing if you could survive that.

“It was good.” You hummed, barely legible to James over the sound of his bacon sizzling. You padded over to the breakfast table, sitting one chair away from Sirius and his huge bowl of cereal. No sooner had you sat down when a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you by a spindly hand. 

“Here you go, dovey.” Remus sat in the chair between you and Sirius. 

“Oi, Moons. You’re blocking my view.” You turned in your chair to look behind you at the ‘view’ he was referring to, brows scrunching in confusion when all you saw was the archway. You heard a light chuckle from Remus and a snicker from Sirius as you whipped back around. The possible meaning dawned on you, making you his your heated face in your mug.

“Don’t torture the poor thing.” James scolded, giving a (what you were sure he believed was comforting) squeeze to your shoulder before he sat on your other side.

“I never tortured anyone.” Remus corrected from behind his morning paper, slowly eating a cup of berry-yogurt. “Collective punishment is a war crime, Prongs” 

“Leavin’ me to the wolves huh, Moons?” Sirius sassed, sipping on his coffee that was mostly just cream and sugar. 

“Oh trust me, I’m sure we all know how much you’d love to be left to the wolf.” James smirked, clearly in on a joke that you had no idea about. He abandoned his teasing to turn to you, fixing a horribly kind look that made your tummy turn to mush. “There is some bacon and eggs on the stove for breakfast, but I’m sure Sirius would let you into his cereal.” 

“There’s also yogurt.” Remus looked pointedly to his near-empty cup. 

“Oh no, I’m okay. I could never take your food. I’m not hungry anyway.” You muttered into your mug. 

“You’ve gotta eat somethin’ babydoll. Can’t have you skipping meals.” Sirius had a playful, if not protective tilt to his tone. 

“I’ll find somethin’ don’t worry.” You scrubbed your bleary eyes with irritated cadence, still on the brink of sleep despite the warm caffeine swirling in your system. Thick fingers wrapped around your wrist to pull your offending hand away. 

“Gentle, sweetheart.” James scolded lightly. “Gonna hurt yourself like that.” He squeezed your hand before letting it go but it felt oddly like your face and your lungs were being squeezed as well. If this was the boys normal, you weren’t sure if you were going to survive. 

You mumbled a sorry looking at the mahogany table like it held the meaning of life, or the extra hour of sleep you desperately craved. 

“What’ve we told you? You say sorry too much, sweet thing. It’s like, your favorite word or something.” Sirius laughed, slurping down his cereal milk and licking his chops. You bit back another apology and rubbed your eyes again, though much more gentle this time. James cooed in sympathy. 

“You still sleepy?” He rubbed your back again, which made you both more heated and more drowsy. 

“Yeah.” You hummed, shamefaced as you played with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You were thankful that you were still too shy to not wear long pants around them, because they would definitely be able to tell how tensed your legs were. Remus set his paper down.

“Do you have work today, love?” 

“No, ‘s my day off.” James grinned at that, but Sirius spoke up. 

“Happy coincidence! It’s ours too.” He grinned. “How about we all watch something? We can put something on in the lounge room and you can catch a bit of sleep on the settee?” He suggested. You shrunk at the thought of sleeping in front of them, but weren’t opposed to the idea.

“We’ll make sure to wake you up so you don’t sleep the day away.” James added, still rubbing your back. You were easily convinced. 

“Okay, that does sound nice.” Barely above a whisper. 

“We can all have a big lunch when you get up, too. Maybe we could go out?” Remus suggested as he led you gently to the living room. You tried to make your way to the armchair, but you were tugged to the couch. 

“That won’t be comfy, dollface. Here you go.” Sirius sat on the settee close to one arm, Remus by the other. Sirius pulled you between them while James sat on the floor and you whined in protest. 

“No, I’ll move. You sit here, James.”

Remus swore that was the loudest he had ever heard you speak. 

“No, I’m good right here. Thanks though, sweetness.” James reassured. He was sat in the middle, though rather close to Remus so the mousy boy could reach out with one hand and scratch James’ scalp, roving his long fingers through the thick curls. You were so distracted that you were startled when Sirius tugged on you again, maneuvering your head onto a pillow that laid on his lap. You tensed before relaxing into his warmth. You tucked your legs into yourself as Remus covered you with a blanket before going back to loving on James. 

“There you go, baby. That feel nice?” Sirius said, unfamiliarly soft as he stroked your hair, hand a welcome warmth on your scalp. 

Baby. Baby. Baby.

It would surprise you if you woke up from this nap. Your heart had nearly stopped on the spot.

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

drake?

[hazeleyedcat]

josh?

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

where’s the body of christ?

[wyrddog]

[potchi-fics]

note; let me fucking cook, dont like dont read

tw; amab vi, blowjob

      vi loves head. she loves getting head. she loves giving head more. but when you’re giving her a sloppy, messy, and absolutely filthy head? sign her up.

your gurgles would be resounding in your room, you would be all up on her fucking dick—knees bruising, spit dripping down your mouth, eyes tearing up. oh, you love it.

“baby, you need to brea–oh, fuck,” breathing ain’t shit when you’ve got her cock deep in your throat. “fuck, fuck, fuckk.”

      vi’s all putty on your couch, her very own eyes rolling to the back of her head every time you take her to the base, then you do this trick where you swallow and moan and massage her sensitive dick with your throat. 

may janna give her strength because you are one filthy woman. 

seeing you on your knees between her manspreading legs, mouth sucking her in like a black hole? woof. vi’s hips would thrust upwards to chase your warm mouth when you tease her by slowly pulling back, leaving the reddened tip in.

“c’mon, baby, ‘m so close, so so close,” she whines out, looking like a puppy with the way her eyebrows furrow in need. she tries to gently push your head down, “please, please, please.”

you completely pull away, nuzzling your cheek to her twitching dick, “aren’t you a desperate baby?”

      due to your edging, and her sensitivity, vi slumps back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. that changes because her dick is engulfed in heat again.

her hand snapping down to your head, you accept her roughness; letting her push your head down, your hands find themselves on top of her thighs.

“gonna cum, gonna–you’re gonna take it, yeah?” her breathing labors as hot white blinding heat envelops her figure, “mouth so good.”

      not long after, you feel her warm cum inside your mouth, forcing itself down your throat. you’re gurgling again because vi’s dick is reading the back of your throat.

you swallow with each spurt of her gushing dick.

she’s in heaven.

[allpiesforourown]

"House MD is unrealistic" you're right here's my script for a realistic medical show

Patient: I threw up 4 gallons of blood

House: sounds like you need to lose weight

[nexya]

I love how humans have literally not changed throughout history like the graffiti from Pompeii has people from hundreds of years ago writing stuff like “Marcus is gay” “I fucked a girl here” “Julius your mum wishes she was with me” and leonardo da vinci’s assistants drew dicks in their notebooks just for the banter and mozart created a piece called “kiss my ass” so when people wish for ‘today’s generation’ to be like ‘how people used to’ then we’re already there buddy we’ve always been

[charlesoberonn]

The Hagia Sophia has inscriptions that were considered sacred for centuries until they were deciphered in the 70s to be Nordic runes saying “Halfdan wrote this”

[terminallydepraved]

my old english prof told us that theres a cave in Scandinavia where a viking gratified some runes like 14 feet up on the wall and when they finally reached it all it translated into was “this is very high”

[loremerchant]

Ancient Shitposting

Now on the History Channel

[self-critical-automaton]

‘People have literally just always been people’ is genuinely my favorite fact about the world

[skaletal-deactivated20190721]

“Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.” - Marcus Tullius Cicero, 106 BC - 43 BC

[prismatic-bell]

[mp3sea]

like in all fairness, fuck victor frankenstein ,, but tbh if i’d spent a shit ton of time on something and it didn’t turn out exactly how i wanted, i too would go to bed and let the situation go completely out of control, resulting in a body count and vengeance arc, honestly

[potchi-fics]

note; look at her in the first pic omfgggggg the puppy eyes????????? i am ovulatinggg ive got a thing for asian baddies whose color palette is blue

tw; strap, overstimulation, yall fuck in a hotel, public sex

      she’s got you covering your mouth to conceal your whimpers and moans threatening to spill, eyes flickering because mizu’s silicone strap that is buried deep within you is hitting that one spot.

you don’t even know where she got it but here you are—on your back, legs up to your chest thanks to mizu holding down your legs, your dripping cunt free to use for her.

“you better keep quiet, or else they’ll hear you,” your vacant hand flies up to grip her blue kimono, “you don’t want that, do you?”

      you don’t. but she is making it very hard for you. the slaps of her hips are low, but they can be heard if one listens very carefully.

you honestly don’t know how many orgasms you’ve already had; three? four? there’s really no point in counting when the base of mizu’s strap is coated with your cum, rings forming around it. or, your slickness covering your entire cunt, i’m pretty sure her pants are covered too because you can feel its wetness when her thighs meet with yours.

she’s got a thing for fucking you numb while wearing her clothes. and for fucking you while in a hotel; the rush of it all. the thrill of it all. the risk of it all. the thought that someone can catch you two? mhmm.

your fingers curl firmly on her clothes when she particularly gives you a harsh thrust to bring you back to earth, your pussy fluttering around her strap, “focus on me.”

      you know she’s on the edge too. she barely shows it but you know. her breaths are shallow, eyes dilated, and her fingers are gripping your thighs so tight that she’ll be leaving marks and bruises.

“how can i focus on y-you–oh jesus,” you feel yourself gush around her strap. 

      the sting of her going in and out of you makes you see stars in your vision, your legs aching with how long she’s been at it.

she grunts with every thrust, putting all of her weight into fucking you senseless, “focus. on. me.” 

      your orgasm comes unexpectedly, blindsiding you; blinding you. your cum coats her dick more, coming out whiter and whiter each time she pulls back.

you’re sure your soul left your body because you don’t even register your hand coming up to mizu’s face, trying to push her away, eyes watering since she’s making you cum to the point where you feel like you’re floating.

your head hurts, your throat is sore, your body is aching, you feel dizzy, you feel everything—you feel her. 

“no, no,” her pace never wavers, her own clit stimulated from the strap rubbing it, “one more.”

“but that’s what you said hours a-ago, mizu.”

[mantas-ray]

jayce talis + overstim + dacryphilia = dopamine

Jayce is such a pretty crier.

His honeyed eyes glazed over with unshed tears and his lips pressed together, jutting out in a pout in hopes of silencing his sobs. Jayce looks so beautiful when he’s a complete mess, especially for you. His long lashes fluttered shut, droplets of tears streaming down his brown skin, leaving paths you want to chase with your tongue.

Jayce is so dramatic.

He’s getting teary-eyed just because you’re playing with his cock. Pathetic, truly, but you wouldn’t like him any other way.

His hoarse voice wavers when he pleads a quiet, “Please.”

Jayce doesn’t know if he’s begging you to stop or to continue. His mind is scrambled, and there’s a blank look in his eyes when he comes again like he doesn’t understand a thing going on in his pretty little head. How ironic.

Maybe you’re being a little mean. Just a little. You’ve lost track of time, unsure of how long your hand has been moving up and down his dick, but you’re not going to stop anytime soon. Your fingers are coated with his sticky release, clinging to your digits like tendrils. It’s embarrassing. Jayce is all for appearance, but he looks broken in your grasp.

[syntheticsymp]

A little Ghost Hairball I can't seem to get rid of.

Simon gaining weight.

His last deployment was particularly nasty and he was getting too old for field work. So, asked Price to transfer him to desk duty. It wasn't the most glorious job, but it would get him back home to you in one piece.

It was hard helping Simon adapt to his new, normal life. His military habits were definitely hard to break. But, over time, he realized he was allowed to live as a normal person. He slowly stopped going to the gym. He preferred spending time at home with you, anyway. He started spending more time on the couch. Whether that meant watching the newest Manchester Match, folding a load of laundry, or curling up next to you, he was allowing himself to relax. And, best of all, he actually had time for three good meals a day. At the base, the closest thing he got to dinner was a crushed up granola bar that he would later throw up after PTSD nightmares. Now, the two of you had warm meals together. Simon hadn’t sat at a dinner table since he was a kid. And even then, it was tense.

With time, his abs softened, hidden by a new layer of fat. He wasn't overweight, definitely not, he just became a little softer around the edges.

He was worried you would dump him. After all, the two of you started dating while he was being deployed every other week. You had always known him as your muscled, military boyfriend. It was so strange, a man that had braved through so much trauma and death, only to be nervous about putting on a few pounds. He started taking off his shirt less around you, embarrassed about the person he was becoming.

Saying you didn't treat him differently was a lie. But you weren't upset. No, you were the exact opposite. You grew more physically affectionate, with his permission, of course. He was still not used to any touch that wasn't cruel. You comforted him and told him how you loved him, hell, maybe you loved him even more now that you could lie in his stomach comfortably. Cuddling with him now was far better than cuddling with his hard abs getting in the way.

And it was the truth, he could tell. He had memorized all your little tells that would show if you were just trying to be nice like you did with the neighbors.

You loved Simon like this, you didn't judge him. He was finally happy. Healthy. All yours. You pressed kisses against his stomach, his arms, truly appreciating him. Now that he wasn’t all muscle, you could suck on his skin and leave hickeys all over him

Simon smiled to himself when he thought back to those moments. Perhaps getting soft wasn’t too bad.

[tojisteddy]

“Simon gaining weight” thank god—

[sai-int]

no literally, saw those 3 words together and i fell to my knees in slow motion

[callsignpxnguin]

John Price sleeps naked, and I will not have anyone tell me otherwise.

When the two of you were dating, he toned it down a little and at least kept his boxers on, but the minute he had a ring securely on your finger and your vows in place, he refused to wear even a single thing to bed.

“Too hot,” he’d complain daily, pulling you into his chest and causing your ass to settle on top of his fast-chubbing cock (unintentionally, of course). “S’not comfy. Besides, can’t feel you as well.”

He’d regularly try to get you to join him, too — and you don’t think you’d ever seen him happier than on the one instance you finally gave in, only because you were ovulating and you wanted him even more than he wanted you, which was impressive considering his… general consistent need.

And even on the cold winter nights when you could quite literally hear him shivering from the frigid air, he’d shrug off the temperature and pull you even closer. “Who needs clothes when I have you, huh? Like my own little hot water bottle, you are. You give good kisses, too.” His praise was never-ending, if only to keep you from playfully scolding him about his preference.

You never really meant it, though. How could you, when your husband was always so clearly hot and needy for you?

[inkivaari]

Ok but more about nurse reader

Would conquest defy the viltrum empire when they come for earth? Like if she asked him to? The only person who's treated him softly one that he loves in a way he's not supposed too ask him to defy the order he's followed all his life to save her earth and their baby (breeding kink go brrr) Would he be able to?

And if he did imagine everyone's reaction and when they ask why he has a nolan "i miss my wife" moment but instead its "my wife told me too"😂

ooooooooh okay okay interesting :>

it takes a while for them to come knocking, wondering what their big scary attack dog's been up to for the decade he's been away taking earth. but when they DO come, and they see what he's become... domesticated, soft, his only mission in life being to protect his precious little nurse and their babies? ohhhhhh it's gonna go down. his first impulse, he can't help it after centuries of conditioning, is to pledge fealty, beg the emperor for forgiveness, and for more time. but when he sees your face, your wide eyes, the chubby twins on your hips from your most recent pregnancy... he realises his loyalty no longer belongs to the empire. it belongs to his little darling. he sees the universe in you, seen it time and time again when he's bred you full of his children over the years, seen it when you raise them together, when you heal their scrapes, hold them close, teach them patience... your eldest is even starting to develop a hybrid power set from his viltrumite father and healer mother. how could he ever believe the empire's lies when they berate him, debasing himself for a woman he should have on a leash?

you don't even need to ask. this is his new purpose.

[oystermark]

Ok so it's so hot to imagine conquest being domesticated. Imagine coming home from a long day of work to your giant husband then going at it like rabbits 🥰 or you can flip it so he's coming home to his sweet little human. I just need more conquest. GN reader if possible? Ty so much if you do this 😭 i went through the entire conquest tag so fast it's not even funny

conquest x gn!reader (headcanons)

a/n: big cat lol sorry if its short aa

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he loves the smell of your cooking, even if its not something hes ever eaten before, it smells so, so warm that it makes his heart squeeze in a weird way that he has yet to process.

he loves it when you feed it to him too, sitting on his lap, your face kind and your hands so weak compared to his and yet, those hands could make or break him. your fragile fingers on his head, his chin, scratching him like he's some big cat- you discovered that viltrumites could purr.

sometimes you two go shopping to various planets, your ride? him of course. you hate the plain white going on all around viltrumite and want something else? get on his arms, he's flying you to everywhere you want.

if you have some kind of plant based power, he loves watching a flower so foreign yet so beautiful sprout from your hands. looking from the outside, someone might think hes annoyed, but hes genuinely so enamoured with you it always takes so much self restraint to not pounce on you whenever you do cute shit like this.

likes you best when you're naked, you look fucking gorgeous, why not show it off to him at home? though if anyone dares to peek on Conquest's toy, he'll have their head. "you should be naked," "...why?" "i just like looking at you," you give him a pointed look, "and it gets me hard," you sigh.

you guys cuddle like, a lot. anything and everything is an excuse to be in your arms, actually a little spoon. well, as little as he can be next to you. you do your part well though, wrapping your limbs around him all protectively like an octopus, its so adorable.

he nibbles on you, a lot. like a lot. your cheeks, your ass cheeks, your thighs, your tummy, your arms, even your fingers. just loves the way you taste, take that however you will.

[canidaefello]

A sunshine!reader x conquest fic, except the reader realizes conquest is genuinely terrible and cannot be fixed

YN: n-now Conquest you’re not gonna shoot a puppy now are you??

Conquest: yeah, in the face, why?