Can I request smut headcanons for Sonar, Flambae, Waterboy, and Robert overstimulating his female s/o and making her squirt by eating her out and fingering her please?
Talk about reading my mind⌠ouh this is getting the brain worms some good food five star, four course.
CW: fingering, squirting, explicit language, Sex, etc. âźď¸MDNIâźď¸
I really feel like with Flambae heâs aggressive and quick paced, wanting to make you squirt. Like itâs a prize of some kind for him. So he takes you back to his place, after talking up a big game of course. He pins you down kisses you with passion, and undresses you quick, and needy. Makes you comfortable and goes to town on your cunt. Long stride-full tongue lapping up every drop you leak out. Rubbing your clit in that sweet little way that gets you loud. you grip your sheets, and he canât help but go faster, rub harder. Makes you scream. You canât count how long he goes for your overstimulated and whiney beneath him. He smirks, a sick little evil grin. You can see it in his eyes when he starts eating you out like a starved man, your juices running down his chin until you canât hold it anymore, you squirt. Shivering and squirming as you come down from the intense high.
with Sonar He tends to be more careful, he fears his nose will get in the way but, you donât care as you stand over him, letting him grab your thighs, heâs so horny from all the dirty things youâve already said to him, so he practically makes out with your cunt. Lapping at it like a mad man as he grips your thighs. You canât explain the texture on his tongue but god does it feel like heaven on earth. After a while he has to hold you up from how bad your knees buckle, and when you look down you shiver as you watch him take a long blissful lick down your cunt. Thatâs when you snap and every move, every lick, every lap he makes, makes you quiver and moan. You canât hold it anymore you know you canât then he sucks that sweet spot and all you can do is release all over his face. You look down as your high wears off afraid he might be upset but all you see is the most jolly and blissful man alive.
Waterboy however is shy, doesnât know much so of course you have to teach him. You lay him down and position yourself over his face sitting on it when heâs ready, slowly moving until he figures himself out, and when he does? fuck you canât stop yourself. Practically smothering him with your cunt. If you could think clearly youâd think you were suffocating him, but the way he laps at your cunt so greedily tells you heâs fine. You stop holding back, practically grinding on his face, and when he starts moaning into your cunt? Thatâs when you lose it all. You grind til you canât feel your legs. Moans so loud you can hear anything else you ride and ride and ride til a wave of pleasure hits you and you lose all sense of self squirting so hard you swear youâve never felt that good in your life. When you finally get up to check on him the poor guy has came in his pants untouched. What a cutie.
Robert, likes to finger you, no not likes⌠LOVES. the way you look the way you sound. It drives him crazy. His favorite thing is when heâs got you on your back infront of a mirror, you watch his fingers, methodically they go in and out in and out as his thumb rubs that sweet spot on your clit. You mewl and whine, as you cum on his fingers but thatâs not enough for him. So he gets down and kneels between your thighs kissing down them and smiling teasing you until he licks a long stripe down your folds, kissing your clit and then letting loose, face buried in your slick, licking every sweet spot, sucking your sensitive clit and fingering just that right spot that has you practically shaking from pleasure, as you grip his hair. He gives your clit one more kiss before he starts going faster and faster, every moan boosts his ego more and more, he canât help himself but make you squirt all over him especially when you shake and moan so loud, he didnât know he could ever get harder then he is now. But youâre full of surprises, he licks every bit of slick and juice that pours from your cunt. Practically encasing himself in the moment, wanting every second to last just a bit longer.
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How surprised are the other gods going to be that Apollo waited until after their wedding to have sex with Percy? I feel like that will be quite shocking to them. He not only did the unthinkable and married her, but he actually followed tradition and only consummated the union after they were properly wed. The hedonistic Olympians will be like đ¤Ż.
If they ever find out (because Apollo's not about to share lmao), then yes they'd probably be shocked đđ
The gods: what do you mean, Apollo followed tradition???
warnings: you could have died, swearing, animal-in-danger, no beta we die like my sleep schedule
a/n: writing calls is surprisingly fun! SORRY for the (definite) inconsistencies. asks are open! dedicated to @scenesofobx because your comments have made my day <33 enjoy!
Youâre dressed in a cute little workout outfit. Leggings, a cropped skintight long sleeve top with thumb-holes, overtop of that a gray sweater, and over that, a puffer vest that you leave open because itâs not as cold as you thought it would be. The vest you realize, might be a little extra, but youâre already committed now, halfway to your favourite taco truck. Itâs your day off and since you canât just do nothing, youâve decided to go on a jog. Itâs around lunchtime (youâre headed to get yours) and you pick this time purposelyâyouâre a cop, youâve seen a lot. Enough that you donât go running when itâs dark out and when there arenât other people aroundâ12PM ensures witnesses and sunlight and since youâre jogging on a sidewalk in the suburbs; in a relatively wealthy neighborhood, you donât expect anything to happen. You run this route often and know that in a little bit, youâll run across a bridge, that the small lake running underneath will be frost kissed, reflecting sun back at you. You know you might stop to take a pictureâwhat you donât know is that the group youâre nearing, jogging towards, are buying.
Up ahead, a man with a hood pulled down, obscuring his face passes a brickânot a baggy, a brickâof something into the hands of another man, this one wearing a ball cap and baggy jeans, sans face covering. You reach for your off-duty weapon and the badge you keep tucked into your wallet. âLAPD, hands in the air!â
Because nothing is easy and karma is against you, all hell breaks loose. Two of the guys pull out their guns, one shoots bullet after bullet in quick successionâyou dive out of the way, ducking behind a grey civic that acts as a shield, absorbing bullets so you donât have to. The other two start running and dammit, those ones are the guys who brought the drugs. The ones you really need in custody. You dial 911 and give your general address, you give your name and badge number, â10-57, requesting backup,â then you hangup. You call Chenâknowing she should be patrolling in the area; that she usually does, at least. âHey! Pursuing armed suspects or about to⌠would love some help. Drug deal goneââ and then you hear dispatch regurgitating your earlier words, hear her TO accept the call and then youâre shooting back, running behind other cars paralell parked on the sides of the road, using them as cover, and darting after the two escaping. A bullet whizzes past your sideâyou turn and bury one in the shooters shoulder. The other man, you shoot in the hand, causing his gun to go flying. Then youâre sprinting after the two. Distantly you hear sirens. Up ahead, alongside the criminals, is a scraggly looking stray. A cop car skids to a halt on the other side of the men, Chen and Bishop jumping out, guns raised. The criminals are now paused atop the bridge, looking at you like theyâre planning to go through you, like it's the easier option now that the cavalry has arrived. You approach, another car sliding behind you. This one, Tim Bradford climbs out of, looking like the soldier he wasâdangerous, determined. âItâs over! Interlace your hands behind your head!â you shout. The two men, both shot by you, are already stuffed into the backseat of a shop, headed for hospital before theyâre to be booked.
The criminals are outnumbered and outgunned. They raise their hands slowly, fingers splaying, guns clattering to the ground and you approach, wrenching brick-boyâs hands behind his back, your own outstretched, waiting for a pair of cuffs to be thrown into them. Tim passes you a pair and you shove the restrained criminal towards your TO, past the cowering stray who the asshole swipes his foot at. The criminal kicks the dog who yelps and is knocked under the guardrail. You shove him harder then, forcing him to his knees in front of officer Bradford as you throw yourself at the fence, peering over where you see water. The dog fell through the thin layer of ice. You see him paddle up once, twice, and then he dips under again. Comeon, comeoncomeoncomeon, you plead. He doesnât surface. Tim Bradfordâs the last person you look at, the one who reaches for you as you vault over the guardrail and take the plunge yourself.
The water is cold. So cold that it seems to slow time down. Everything takes an extra minute, everything slowed as your eyes shoot open, blinking to adjust to the feeling of wetness against them. Underwater, you paddle, spinning around, looking for the dog. You see him, his little legs are frantic, pawing against the water. Still holding your breath, cheeks puffed up, full of air youâre losing faster than youâd like, you make large strides and close the distance between you and the pup. With the dog in your arms you try to surface. A layer of cold glass stops you. You bang your fist against itâbreakbreakbreak. Weighed down by panic you climb along the underneath, looking for the crater you fell through. You claw your way to the hole in the ice and the dog surfaces before you do because you stick your hands out, up in the air, and pump your legs as quickly as you can. Your head breaches the water and you grab the ledge of the ice, wincing, terrified, when it gives way, only widening the break in the ice. You push the dog up onto the iceâthe solid kind, and watch as it coughs up the cold water youâre still in. The cold water thatâs feeling less cold. It's not the water, you know, itâs just you feeling less. Your feet are numb, your hands too. People are shouting but it still feels like youâre underwater. Still feels like somethingâs blocking your ears. Vaguely, as you attempt to pull yourself onto the ice you see flashing lights. Cop ones, ones from LAFD vehicles, too. Thereâs an ambulance hereâas much for you as the men you shot, if only you could make it to them. If only. Youâre getting tired. Sounds blur together, sensations, and colours too. Youâre cocooned in a haze, a fog that just keeps getting thicker and thicker. A voice breaks it.
âBoot!â snaps Bradford. Heâs closer than the others, you think. âLook at me,â he demands. You do, of course you do. Heâs lying on the ice, body weight dispersed over a larger part of it so nothing shatters and heâs reaching out for you. Thereâs a few blurs behind him, firefighters, you think, tellingâyelling at him, but all you can focus on is the words heâs saying. âFocus!â
You do your best.
âI need you to grab my arm. Iâll pull you up,â his hand is reaching towards your own and even though you can place your fingersâcanât feel them, you watch them carefully, making sure you direct your hand into his. Then, Tim pulls you from the water, sliding you along beside him and shifting so youâre between his legs, his forearms wrapped around your chest, holding you tightly. Youâre shakingâstill are, as two LAFD members drag Tim backwards to the bank, you with him. They take you from him and you didnât fight his hold but you squirm in theirs, remembering the reason you took the ice-bath in the first place: the dog. âTheyâre going to help you,â Tim says, âyou need to get warmed up.â
Your teeth clash with each other brutally in agreeance but you shake your head. âThe d-dog. I-I have to get him, make sure heâs okay.â
Tim shakes his head incredulously. You donât budge, insistent as ever and finally he relents. âIâll get the damn dog. You, get warmed up. Listen to them.â
The dog would be okay, Tim would make sure of itâheâd take it to the vet himself, pay the bills, buy it a fucking sweater. Tim would do anything as long as you get seen by the paramedics because your lips were blue and he was terrified.
He hides that fear under a scowl as he searches for the pup and pulls him into his arms. The dog is smallâa scraggly chihuahua mix of some kindâand heâs just as cold as you; a little less, thanks to the matted fur heâs covered in. Tim unzipped his jacket and wrapped the dog in it, then he headed up the bank to check on you. You, who had been ushered into the back of the ambulance and despite your assurances, âIâm fine, Iâm fine, just a little chilly. Guys, this really isnât necessary, I could warm up just as easily at homeââ shut in. A woman climbed into the driver's seat, her partner in the back with you and the doors were wrenched open a second time, your TO and the stray in his arms joining you. âIâm riding with her,â he tells the paramedics. He sits down on one of the small half-benches. âYouâre okay?â
âIs the dog?â
He rolls his eyes. âYes, Iâll take him to the vet to be sure but he seems okay. Now, Boot, answer.â
âIâm okay, just a little cold and sore. Donât take him to the shelter after the vet. Iâll pay the bill just let me know how much.â
Hiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to ask for some canon-compliant YEARNING fics for x files. uuuhhhh not sure exactly how to explain, but like fics where they build upon scenes with ust and give some more background into the characters' perspectives.
First of all, thank you for this ask, because I truly do love coming up with fic recs, and it's so flattering to be asked.
This was fun, although I admit I also found it a little tricky, as the elements of (1) canon-compliant and (2) building on UST and (3) lots of yearning felt oddly difficult to piece together. So I think some of my recs really have 2 out of 3 of these elements. I felt like you might be asking for a nice LONG slow burn fic, but I found it hard to think of longer canon compliant slow burns. (Am I wrong? Am I just missing obvious fics? People can definitely tell me if I am wrong.)
Parts of your request made me think of things like Nuptiae Sub Rosa or All That is Dark and Bright -- both great fics -- but I didnât include those because they either have way more RST (Nuptial Sub Rosa) or have way more divergent elements (All That Is Dark and Bright).Â
âCanon compliantâ turned out to be the hardest ingredient, both because there are so many more divergent fics and because Iâm not always sure what people mean when they say it. I hope it counts for you as "canon compliant" if theyâre on a case that wasnât on the show, but that seems like a case they could have had. In other words, I hope it counts if the plot is just not obviously canon divergent or AU. Some of these fics are longer and some are shorter.
Yearning in A Casefile
Syntax6âs Casefiles.
Some people might think this is a strange recommendation for your request, but Syntax6 writes Mulder and Scully doing FBI agent / X-files work very much like in canon, dealing with UST and repressed feelings of yearning ⌠until they stop repressing. Now some of her fics are really canon divergent, plot wise, but some are less so. These fics are definitely casefiles, so theyâre about serial killers and what have you, too. (Syntax6 is a professional crime novelist now, so sheâs really very good at this kind of plot.
This is her site with all her fic.
Two specific Syntax6 recs:
Overnight Sensation - After One Son, Mulder and Scully go to Boston to chase a serial killer. Diana involved, too. This is more on the canon compliant side of the spectrum.
Original Sin - More canon divergent. Scully has moved to Utah after Fight the Future, but finds something important she feels like Mulder needs to see, so she gets in touch.
The Summoning of Nikola Price -Â alienqueequegÂ
This is a creepy horror story, legitimately scary, in which their UST / unresolved feelings play a role in the case. I donât know if itâs exactly what youâre looking for, but it is definitely directly about yearning in some way.Â
More than a Feeling - SisterSpooky1013
Mulder and Scully go undercover in a carnival/fair. Lots of repressed yearning every which way. This is a SisterSpooky1013 banger.
Behind the Looking Glass - Wendiae
This is a casefile and a Never Again post ep. Scully goes undercover. Mulder is a profiler of a serial killer, and he goes undercover eventually, too. Theyâre doing really angsty post-Never Again pining. There is this really electric, tense scene where undercover M&S are supposedly pretending to have a hot-and-heavy jealous loversâ argument for a voyeur killerâs benefit â but you know, itâs really the truth, too.
Amish Country - lolabeegood
Mulder and Scully go undercover in Amish country. This is UST to RST, and a classic fic beloved by manyâdo pay attention to the CW, as there is some sexual assault.
Yearning in Angsty or Sweet Fics That Could Happen In Canon But Did Not
Dance Without Sleeping - Lydia Bowers / wonderland / @amplifymeÂ
This might be the fic that I feel best about meeting your criteria, although it isnât exactly canon compliant either lol. But this is a gorgeous classic cancer arc fic that won all the fanfic awards back in the day.Â
Love In All The Wrong Places - SisterSpooky1013
Well, first of all, this is just an amazing fic, but I would also say itâs about your criteria, although kind of indirectly. This is basically Youâve Got Mail but with Mulder and Scully. They both, on their own, go on to online dating chat rooms under assumed names. They start having conversations with one another, not realizing who it is. They talk to one another about their secret feelings for co-workers and⌠well, you can imagine. Â
One Weekend In Georgetown  - LibbyT
Scully tries to spend a quiet weekend at home. Mulder wonât stop calling. Theyâre at a time when it feels like their relationship is at a crossroads, post-Amor Fati. There is a lot of delightful conversation in this. Yearning galore.
Dividends - Suzanne Schramm
Scully comes into Mulderâs motel room too wired to sleep, and they drink some motel booze. A smart variation on a very common tropeâthis one is an older fic. I especially enjoy Mulderâs gradual realizations here that Scully shares some of the same motivations as him.Â
The Third - Susanne Barringer
Theyâre on a stakeout having awkward conversations circa 6. Itâs Scully POV, and I especially enjoy how Scully seems to misread Mulderâs reactions in this fic until itâs clear heâs being more serious than he first seems. An amazing ending.
You Send Me - spooky_nerd
This is very specifically about Mulderâs yearning, but itâs great: the X-file is about the yearning. Mulder finds himself suddenly faced with randomly opening portals that take him to Scullyâs apartment. This is a shorter piece, but very witty, smart, and so deeply romantic.Â
Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic - SilhouetteofaCedar
I feel like I have to put this on the list on the off chance you havenât read it, even though itâs got four billion kudos and is a widely beloved fic. It's beloved for a reason. Definitely heavy on the pining Mulder, as the title suggests.Â
A Few Canon-Based Post-Eps
Tiger Lily - Eleanore
This is a real vintage fic, from 1996, and one reason I like it is that it is so understated and focused on character. There's just something delicate about it. Itâs a post-War of the Coprophages jealousy fic written just a few weeks after the episode aired. Mulder remains smitten with Bambi, and a pining Scully provides him with advice despite her own feelings.
The sunlight that leaks out of your darkness (and into my world) - bayloriffic
A post-ep for Never Again. Mulder is trying. Scully is trying. Everyoneâs so full of longing.
Just the Thing - pinebluffvariant
Post-ep for How The Ghosts Stole Christmas that I picked because you can practically taste Mulderâs loneliness and longing in it.
Still Life - Seek_Its_Opposite
This is a Milagro post ep, more focused on Scullyâs yearning, but giving us crucial insight into Mulder, too. Beautifully written.
Weâre Not Here To Get Involved In Personal Problems - me me (cecilysass)
This is a post-ep for X-Cops, but I think it actually fits what your request is pretty well, and it is canon compliant.Â
Anyway, I do hope I managed to hit the spot in here somewhere...? If this isnât quite what you had in mind, please send me another ask and Iâll try to fine tune. And if someone else thinks of something, don't be shy.
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Can you please btas Jervis x reader who affectionate (Ik itâs basic) and like clingy ? Thank you so much
âËĘ BTAS Jervis Tetch x Clingy! Reader â§â.á
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A/N: My first answered fic request! Thank you so much for being patient. I apologise to all others who also sent in asks. Between my general tendency for perfectionism, I have university and a job, so I'll be slow to get to each one. I'll always try to write for these prompts though, just letting you guys know it might take a while. Thanks for understanding!
P.S. Your ask isn't basic at all, I loved writing for it. Sorry if it's not what you had in mind, but I do hope it suffices!
This one's also for fakebatmanfan.
Artwork commissioned from @dulcecita-luzita
On a particularly chilly winter night, at the cusp of 8 PM, your beloved partner Jervis rests sunken in the pillowy comfort of his armchair by lamplight. He reads from a novel cupped between his hands, and the lamp casts a warm, yellow glow over his body and surroundings, elevating the homeliness of the view from across the room. He looked so serene, you thought, observing the gentle curl of the edges of his lips to form a tranquil smile while his eyes wafted over the words on the page.
As seasoned as he appeared, reading always did manage to soften the wrinkles on his skin and youthen his image. It seemed as though, in his mind, he was amidst a flowery meadow, gazing upon the floating monarchs that adorned the surrounding skies. Each word was a step further into the grassy knolls, treading himself closer to the freedom the fluttering wings guided him to. In the dreamland he retreats to, he brings his eyes close to the butterflies so that he may admire the tale the impression of their coloured wings tells him.
The sight filled you with so much love and affection for him that it was becoming every bit more difficult to maintain your controlled distance, even if it had just been for the sake of letting him have this moment to himself. Besides, as much as you ached to be in his arms again, as was normally the case, part of you contented in just watching him enjoy his peace. You couldnât help how adorable you found him with his rectangular spectacles perched on his nose. And his endearing sense of fashionâoh! How cosy he looked in his maroon sweater!
Just as you wandered further into the mystical feelings that your smitten gaze perpetuated, roving over the sight of him, Jervis' own lifts from his book and meets yours. His smile grows far more fond than any book could inspire upon noticing your adoring presence, and his eyes crinkle to bring back those beloved, joyful creases at the edges of his eyes and along his cheeks.
ââWhatever are you doing standing there, my dear?â he asks, marking his page. âYou naughty thing; you had me wondering when you would return.â His eyes seemed to glint while he admired you so openly from his place in the chair. With this, he gingerly removes his glasses and folds them shut, placing it atop his now closed book and moving both to rest upon the coffee table in front of him.
Gently bemused by your slowness to join him, he tilts his head and pats his lap, as if to remind you of where you are expected. Seeing your figure holding onto the doorway to the living room reminded him awfully of a kitten being tempted by a can of tuna from a strange, albeit kindly looking, human. In noticing this, he invites you with a silky flourish of the tongue. âCome, darling, sit with me.â
You could never refuse a compellingly sweet offer like that as much as you thought you ought to. The hands that gripped the wall you partially hid behind brush away from the plaster and part as you drift towards his comfortably alluring form. Jervis' smile broadens with each step you pad closer, opening his arms to receive you.
Once you're close enough to him, he wraps his large arms around your body and carefully pulls you into his lap, enfolding you completely in his embrace. His grasp is snug, and he lets out a pleased hum now that he can enjoy your scent in his nose again.
âIt's not like you to spend so much time away from me,â he says, his voice as soft as the kisses he presses to your temple. âIs something the matter, my love?â
The tenderness and perceptiveness in the way he understood something must have been amiss at your change in behaviour was more than enough for you to collapse into the wondrous realm of a rushing stream of kisses. His face, cheeks, and jaw: all were favoured. It returned the delighted grin to his visage following his concern, and the edges of his lips rose with his cheeks, knowing that some part of your worries were soothed again.
âAh, there you are again, my sweet,â he sighs happily, the loving smile on his face complete once you're cradled in his lap again. âNow, would you be so kind as to tell me, my dear, whatever had you spending so much time away? It's very much unlike you, darling. I know you don't have a sense for alone-time, hmm?â he teases, a soft chuckle rumbling from his chest as he boops your nose. Though his expression soon sobers, and with gently furrowed brows, he continues, âI do hope I haven't done anything to upset you. I couldn't live with myself if it were true.â
He recalls your propensity for physical affection in every facet of domestic life. Every evening he returns home from work, you're there standing in the doorway to lavish him in hugs and kisses first thing. You choose to situate your chair at the dinner table right next to his own rather than sitting across from him, all for the sake of being able to touch him during mealtimes. Your shoulder would be pressed up right against his side, and he uses the opportunity to wrap his free arm around you and pull you close. His hand would tenderly caress the skin of your arm while your head lay on his gently rising chest, listening to the heartbeat that pulsed in your skull. He had the habit of pressing kisses to your hand or face between the bites he fed you. But perhaps your favourite thing to do was lay on top of him and cuddle his bodyâthe extra padding always did make the most delightful cushioning that no pillow could suffice against.
Under normal circumstances, every possible moment you had to spare would be spent with either your eyes or hands on him, oftentimes both. No amount of time that passes in the relationship withers the closeness you want to feel with him. Noârather, it bloomed. Each touch, kiss, and affectionate word spoken were the droplets that irrigated the vast flowerbeds of your love. And he welcomes it. Every gesture of yours, he returns in kind, knowing how happy it makes you, which is why he now gazes upon you with a patient and fond smile, hoping to coax some form of explanation from your pretty lips.
âQuite troubled at the thought of him getting the wrong idea and blaming himself, you hasten to explain that it was nothing that he did at all. Instead, you thought he needed some space for himself after every day you spend in each other's arms.
He coos adoringly and cups your cheek, leaning in to kiss between your brows. His velvety tone rippled with the soft British lilt in his voice as his response came.
âOh, sweet darling⌠Aren't you forgetting?â
âThe chirping of crickets from beyond filled the moments between your reply.
âForgetting what?â you chanced on asking at last.
âThat you married a man as equally inseparable from youâŚâ
Summary: Working on a science project with a partner is not your favourite thing, you prefer solving equations to socializing. But being paired with Simon, possibly the only person in the whole class who likes people less than you, is an exercise in insanity. Â
Then Saturday or Sunday depending on when I get it finished:
tystnar i luren (Roman Godfrey x Reader)
Summary: Romanâs been calling the hotline for over a year. He doesnât know why he does it really, seeing as he has to change so many details to avoid the listener figuring out who he is. But he does find it cathartic to be able to vent without any real life consequences. Until heâs assigned a new voice, your voice, and Roman feels every word and every exhale like youâre speaking directly into his bloodstream. Itâs no problem at all to find out who you are, where you live, where you go. You donât mind talking to the boy on the phone until you realize that he may not be as anonymous or as distant as he claims to be.
THEN I have 2 more from the original batch of WIPs for next week đ
