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I remember so many people who head cannon (even in mlp, those wing boners) that any kind of avian character will flutter or flap their wings during sex.

That being said,

Having Gaz stretched out under you, his cock uselessly hanging down between his thighs as you trace his spine just to watch his wings unfurl in this steady stretch.

Watching those muscles tremble between his shoulders as tremors rock through his wings, those feathers practically shivering with every movement of your fingers buried so deep into him he swears your already rearranging his guts.

His back bent and ass up, giving room for his wings to spread out as you work him open. Those quiet moans getting louder as your free hand starts to gently thread through the feathers, this burning feeling consuming his gut.

When he's spilling over the sheets, those wings are splattered out in a way he can't remember doing. Listening to the quiet snickering behind him as you now lean down to whisper,

"So pretty all displayed out under me,"

It's almost funny how sensitive those down feathers of his are,

"Didnt even need to fuck you, your desperate enough for my fingers to do the trick."

Planing on doing the Alejandro x K-9 unit reader.

Boys just a flirt so I need ideas on how he would interact,

Like is he a, "Bark for me boy" like ghost?

Or if he a, "I can be good if you asked me to" like Hangi?

Wait no. No no no.

He's a, "Oh you can beg better then that"

Nvm.

[Still like multi opions on that post btw]

Keep thinking about how price is not the jealous type doesn’t have a streak of possessiveness in him, when asked about he just says he has plenty of trust for his partner and besides he’s way too old to get jealous but then he meets you who’s always referring to price as “my John”, always got an arm around his waist or a hand glued to his hip or playing with the hair at the nape of his neck while resting an arm around him, when out and about you’re never afraid to show affection or be close to him always taking a drag of his cigar while it’s still in between his middle and index finger, always giving him a quick peck and commenting on the taste lingering on his lips “was that black coffee?” You’d say with your face pulled into a frown or letting out a contented hum when tasting the sweet treat he just had, and he realizes that it’s nice to feel like you belong to someone especially when you leave your finger prints onto his hips or hickies all over his body or taking him from behind while he’s wearing nothing but a shirt with your last name printed onto it, or finishing all over the shirt and have him use it as a gag when he fails to quiet down while you’re fucking him into the mattress:/

Sung Jiwoo childhoodfriend to lovers with male reader please ( he can be a hunter or normal human )

Sung jin woo my beloved

Till death do us part

Sung Jin woo x male reader

Summary: Reader has had feelings for Jin Woo since they were children, but hasn’t been able to confess in fear of losing him. What happens when during the Jeju raid, (Y/N) gets hit and thinks he will die, so he confesses to his childhood friend?

Requests open

there really arent that many solo leveling gifs

Reader is a mage who specializes in elemental magic but knows some healing spells, I’m not sure what rank but a high enough rank to go into dungeons with Jin woo.

This is set after the jeju island arc but before the recruitment arc

You had known Sung Jin Woo since the two of you were children. Since before the rifts between worlds appeared, and long before either of you became hunters. Your family had moved in on the same floor as his, and you just so happened to be neighbors. When your parents went to introduce themselves, did they learn that the neighbor had a son your age.

The Sung Jin Woo you met was small and scrawny, and almost pathetic to look at. His appearance and meek nature made you quite protective of him. It was when you started at the same school as he went too, did you learn that he was being picked on. You felt the protective fire burn in your chest, and charged at the bullies and chased them off. You’d do this every time someone picked on Jin Woo and would turn your nose up at the comments, they made at you.

It was then that some of your female classmates, who also picked on Jin Woo, started making insulting comments about you being married. That you were like a protective husband over their weak wife. You were sure they meant it in an insulting way, but little did they know that as the years went on you wished you could be his husband. You wished you could protect Jin Woo for the rest of your life, that you could bundle him up and hold him close, that maybe you could even kiss him.

Then the gates appeared, and Jin Woo´s dad disappeared, and soon after his mom entered eternal sleep. It was soon after the both of you learned you were what the world called Hunters. You hadn’t planned on entering the dungeons, but when Jing Woo ran off to become a hunter to pay for bills, you followed. It seemed your protective streak didn’t disappear.

Jin Woo became the worlds weakest hunter, or that’s what people called him. You thought he was strong, the strongest person you had ever met. He just kept going and going, never slowing down because he wanted to support his family. You started saving money as well, slipping them into Jin Woos wallet when he wasn’t looking.

During these raids Jin Woo became very close to the healer Lee Joohee, who would heal him every time he got hurt. It made jealously bubble in your chest, so scorching hot and acidic it felt like you were gonna throw up. So, being a mage, you decided to learn healing spells. You weren’t meant to heal, you were an elementalist, but for Jin Woo, you would learn it. And you did, they were in no way as strong as Joohee, but they were good enough that Jin Woo didn’t have to go to her after every raid.

But of course, you got hurt during a raid and couldn’t go with Jin Woo. And it was during this raid he got hurt, some claiming he died. You stayed with him every day in the hospital until he woke up, and cried when he woke up. He started working out every day, but you didn’t question it and followed along, working out with him.

It was after a while he told you about his leveling abilities. It warmed your heart that he trusted you so much as to tell you. You promised to keep it a secret and not tell anyone. After this he would disappear for longer periods of time, out grinding his levels. You were happy for him of course, now he didn’t have to get hurt every raid, but you didn’t spend much time together.

You bit it down, and kept doing what you were doing before. Going on raids and saving all the money you could for Jin Woo. It went on like this, Jin Woo being busy and you working tooth and nail. Maybe part of you hoped you would gain an ability like his too, so you could level up together and maybe spend more time with each other.

It was during this time the hunters in multiple countries planned to attack the jeju island gate. Shorty after Jin Woo was announced as an S rank. You were proud, but maybe you also felt kinda lost since you couldn’t protect him anymore. Maybe it was because of this you were so dead set on helping during the raid. Sure, you weren’t allowed onto the island itself, but you could help from the outside.

Maybe it was because of these feelings you got distracted, and didn’t realize the ant monster coming up behind you and piercing your stomach. You didn’t realize the ant monster get slashed in two as you collapsed to the ground, blood filling your mouth as you coughed, clutching at your stomach. You didn’t know what was happening until Jin Woo was above you, his face the only thing you could focus on as your vision blurred.

You felt like you were gonna die, and you couldn’t let yourself die without telling him how you felt. You choked out your confession, tears gathering in your eyes and blood pouring from the edges of your mouth. You swore you could see Jin Woo cry, but that couldn’t be right. He´d become so emotionless and cold after he gained his leveling abilities. There was no way he would cry for someone like you.

In your state of blood loss, you choked out your deepest desires. How you wanted to be with him, marry him, take care of him. Your vision was fading, and you didn’t even realize he had forced a liquid down your throat before you passed out.

You thought you were dead. It felt like floating in an endless darkness, no pain, no feelings that weighed down on you like a ton. But then you woke up. Above you were a ceiling, of a hospital, you were sure. But there was no pain in your stomach, like it hadn’t just been pierced.

“(Y/N)” a voice spoke up, wobbly like the person was trying not to cry. You turned your head to the side, where Jin Woo was sitting on a hospital chair, clutching your hand you realized. His eyes were red from crying, and his nose looked like he had been blowing it for a long time. He looked so much like little Sung Jin Woo who you used to protect.

“You’re okay” He choked out, shakily getting to his feet like he couldn’t believe it. That’s when it hit you, that you had confessed. You felt your eyes widen as fear gripped your heart, you tried to stutter something out as you forced yourself to sit up. Your entire body felt sluggish like you had been asleep for a long time. A blush spread on your face as you tried to make up an excuse.

You couldn’t force yourself to look at him, and when you felt his hand on your shoulder you wanted the world to swallow you whole. “(Y/N)… please look at me” he softly said, his hand on your shoulder clenching slightly like you were gonna disappear. With great effort, you did, slowly looking up to meet his eyes as the shame almost became unbearable.

Jin Woo looked like he was at a loss for words. He looked lost and confused like he couldn’t really explain what he was thinking. “I don’t… I don’t know how to say this… let me just… let me show you” he murmured, his eyes glued on the sheets of the bed you were in. Before you could ask what, he meant, he surged forward and placed his lips on yours.

You froze, eyebrows shooting up and hands freezing in the air. You stayed still, and he must have thought you didn’t like it as he started to pull away. But before he could fully pull away, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him close again, planting your lips back on his and shutting your eyes tight.

You felt like butterflies, fireworks and magic explosions were going off at the same time, as he snaked his arms around your torso and pulled you even closer to himself. You two stayed locked together for a long time, before he slowly pulled away. When you opened your eyes, he was looking at you with a softness and love you’d always wished he would, before he spoke up.

“I love you too. Ever since we were little. And whenever they would joke about us being married, I wished it would happen. I never said anything, because what if you didn’t like me back, but… now? Now that I know you feel the same? I want you to marry me” he choked out, seemingly filled with emotions he wasn’t used too.

“Men can’t marry in Korea Jin Woo” you chuckled, at a loss of words at his confession. He had liked you too, for so long? The whole time he felt the same? You could barely believe it, and you were half convinced you were in a coma and dreaming.

He scoffed, pulling you close again and looking into your eyes. There was a mischievous glint in them as he spoke. “I’m Koreas number 10 S-rank, and I just defeated the entire Jeju island gate myself, I’m sure they’ll let me marry whoever I want. Then we can be together, forever. Till death do us part”.

Hear me out! The classic scenario where you and Ghost have to go undercover and pretend to be a married couple, right?

But Gaz and Soap are completely baffled seeing Ghost comfortable in this role. Is he this good at acting? Simon the Ghost Riley being fully comfortable with you touching him? And him casually, mindlessly even, resting his hand on your waist and pulling you close? They watch him slip into the role of a husband like it’s nothing. You don’t make a big deal out of it either. You casually run your hand over his back or stomach while walking by. He moves you out of the way by gently grabbing your hips.

And Gaz and Soap stand there, not believing their own eyes, looking at Price like “are you seeing this?” while their Captain doesn’t seem to understand what’s so shocking to them. What Price is forgetting though, is that the two sergeants were never informed that your last name is Riley.

Just food for thought. Just an idea. Take it and write it if you please! cuz I can't write a longer coherent fic with it I'm afraid lol

GO CHECK THE FIC based on this idea!! (give em lots of love!)

Secret lovers written by @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

Why didn't you say anything?

Poly TF 141 x sex-demon reader (male intended but has depictions of fem):

A|n: Based on this writer's amazing work and this artist's au. And now this is very long.... I can't just write porn can I? Of well.

Prt:2 is done <3 》》》》》

Be warned I use more Catholic or deamon depiction of our succubus(male) reader, so please expect some body horror esk depictions. Also, the 141 are all in a polycule in this story.

CW: NSFW halfway through after the line break, sex addiction or dependence depicted for reader, threats to health, kind of eating disorder esk, talk of threats/acts of noncon and dubcon to reader (not focused on), polyamory, some talk of religion, why is this so long? And angst??? Ok....

Thinking about being a demon who became the 141's spy. The blood of the damned that ran through you, making you that much more dangerous and that much better at your job.

You fell under the deadly sin of lust, but it's been so many decades that you can't quite remember how you came to be. Maybe reincarnation, maybe you were summoned. It doesn't matter anymore, but it still hindered your intake into the military. You were practically a veteran by the time Price picks you up and drags you into his team.

None of the 141 had ever worked with anyone demonic for an extended amount of time. There had been the call ins and times when they picked up failed missions, but none of them ever really worked with a demon.

Ghost, as a wraith, was the closest any of them had gotten to working with anyone similar to you.

You started out as someone they called to scope out information before a particularly threatening mission. You were just the help, the one they called when they needed a spy. Until they leaned about how every other task force would drop you within a month of calling you thiers.

Price had worried that it was something to do with you or your attitude towards teamwork when he had taken you in, made you one of his men.

That was before he noticed this kind of cycle you would go through. Just when a mission would start, you would pull back. You would separate from everyone, not cold turkey, yet you just wouldn't be present. The training room was one person short, or their would be one less person here on the quieter afternoons he didn't even know this team had.

It was after the missions that you would be more than present again.

You were there again when Soap wanted to run his lycanthopic body to exhaustion just so he could feel just a little more human with the pains it brought. When he was hyper, feeling like he needed to move, you were there to shove him. Drag him into a game of tag or chase or anything to help him move. Soap has never been good at sitting still.

When Gaz needed to be called from the purch he picked to preen his damp or irritated feathers on that was away from the busy noise of the base. Or when his Avian blood told him to take to the sky, you were happy to be taken for a flight or watch him loop around, watch him stretch his wings, across the star splattered skies.

And there you were outside with the nocturnal Ghost, saying you didn't need the sleep most nights and got bored. Even when his form would flicker, tendrils of shadows lashing around his open skin, something that made most run. You stayed with him, hummed a tune you can't remember the origin of, in a language probably only those as old as you would remember.

When Price was struck with phantom pain, when he would feel this pang on his wing only to realize it was from the one that didn't exist anymore. You were there with him. Happy to share a cigar with the smoke that smoldered was neither from his drag nor you. There to sit and fill in paperwork long into the night shift, to just exist around Price when the team was still settling in, or licking wounds.

In the more common areas where Soap would annoy Gaz into another game of cards. You were there to keep the peace.

It had taken Price longer than he was willing to admit to know what was going on. It wasn't some manipulative, carrot and stick, trick no. And it almost seemed like you hadn't consciously been doing it. Before it clicked.

You were a demon, a succubus, to be specific. You fed off of the emotion or the intent of sex.

And you only got that when you needed to get someone to talk. You only lean into it when it's needed for a mission.

He honestly felt stupid, like a leader that failed, but he was quick to right that failure. It wasn't like this team didn't run off and blow off steam together or that they left soap to struggle through his heat alone, nor did they leave Gaz to sit and brood alone. None of that.

And if you were a part of his team, this team, then you can't be starved. Can't be left to weaken, to crave, no. Price wouldn't stand it.

So he talked to the team. Told them his theory, his plan to fix it, and when the team had gotten over the hurt of leaving you alone and weak. They jumped at the opportunity.

Starting small.

Being more openly affectionate around you, never quiet reaching out but still letting the emotions linger.

Those play fights that Ghost would tap out of suddenly just kept going, and those thick visceral emotions none could quiet place the origin of; would hang so heavy in the air you could practically catch it between your teeth.

Those days Gaz would pull back, preen his wings alone; became fewer and far between. Now, the nearest team mate had a lap full of fluffled up wings and pleading eyes. And could Gaz use those honey coated eyes of his to glance up through his lashes and beg.

The quiet chuckles and this ever so pleased emotion would wind around Price's incisors, a satisfied thrill of the dragon flooding a palpable semblance of the satisfied job.

Price started talking about to the team, and they started trying to be more connected, more present, with you so you could have that nourishment. And if that meant that private room doors were left ever so lightly ajar during late nights spent with each other. No one mentioned it.

Soap was the first to notice the actual change.

Your eyes would flicker, puplis vibrating softly before it was shut down, and you would disappear. Or you would actually pull back. He was also the first to tell Price. And thier leader waisted no time.

"You good there, lutenent?" His voice calls softly into your quarters.

"All good Cap."

"Not so sure about that one soldier." Price presses on, taking a step further in to push the door more closed, "You don't play well with this team?"

"No, I have no qualms with any of you. Sorry if it seemed so."

"Ya do always talk so proper like you know?"

"Apologies, old habits."

Price steps closer, easily taking the space offered my your open thighs. Letting that simmering feeling flush his skin.

"Maybe we should start making new ones. What do you say, Sugar?"

His hand hovered just over your throat, careful to keep you feel safe. Price of all people knows what a demon can do when cornered, and it wasn't like he wanted you to feel put off.

He sees what Soap saw, just as his palm cups the edge of your jaw, your pupils flicker. Body dropping almost leaning agaisnt him.

"Why didn't you say something, Suguar?"

"Not of my use in this team."

"You don't need to be useful to eat." He sounded almost angry, calming all the more when you do lean into him, "you never need to earn a meal. Just ask. We all want to help."

That night, he let you ride him.

Laid back against your bed, held your weight by your thighs, and let you set the pace. Even if he was so hard it hurt, or if your dark lion-esk tail would flick across the sensitive inside of his thigh. Or when he's come twice and is practically drooling before he notice just how much more like your kin you look.

He doesn't stop you from flicking a forked tongue over the overwhelmed tears, he only noticed the change at the hitch of your breath when Price tangles his scared hands in your hair. Accidently tracing the curving rams horns that has twisted around your more pointed ears.

Singing your praise, even as you tried and failed to explain that you don't matter in this, just his pleasure.

He shut that down real quick.

I was wondering if you are still doing the courting series that what would happen if someone like ghost it vorangibt figure out your a tiger or a panther as well what would happen ?

Black Panther Ghost With a Cat Variant Reader

In my head, Ghost now uses this information to benefit him in the funniest ways, such as he can get more aggressive during training because he knows you can handle it, or his weird ways of showing affection don’t need explaining because you get it. If you reciprocate back by giving him a lil lick here and there, or making bread on he’ll just gruff and either let you continue or roll himself onto you so that his whole weight is on top of you. This 100% leads to fighting if you try to wrestle him off of you. During training Soaps definitely asked Price if he should intervene between the two of you since things were starting to look a little too intense for his liking. Price just told him the two of you usually practice like this and that it’s normal, afterwards Soap and Gaz hold bets as to who would win by the end of the spar.

Ghost likes biters I do make the rules ->

ghost who retraces every bite mark left on his skin once you've finished using him like a chew toy for the time being. after being constantly hidden and deprived of any and all sunlight, he's as pale as snow white. you've always managed to ruin this somehow, leaving a bloody mess on his arm alone. your teeth soften his flesh, the color of sanguine shifting to a pale pink the further away from the wound. it's almost as if you've painted his skin in your own little (blood parasite) way. it hurts too, when pressed down too hard it's almost like your canines are back inside him. he'll never admit it through words, but he'll gladly take your dog antics over an injury from his work. craves it even, your ownership over him shown through such a feral manner.

request:

reader jokingly puts a bell on miguel o’hara since he approaches so quietly he tends to startle you and the other spiders. he tolerates it because the humor improves work morale

little did he know that the bell will be jingling all night as you fuck him mercilessly

𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x miguel o'hara

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab! reader, bottom! miguel, public blowjob, anal sex, saliva used as a lubricant, consensual suffocation, breath play, implied reader being a spider. minors dni.

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 my archive of editable images of miguel is over, accept this random edit then. I used a lot of words that I don't know very well, so please let me know if I've used something wrong

It was hard to hear anything but the unbearable jingling of the silver bell reverberating through his sensitive hearing; the little ball of iron inside the round shape swayed with fairy clinks where it was attached to the leather strap that tightened around his neck. A joke, had been how Miguel interpreted the unusual gift you said laughing that it was to know when he approached. A lame joke, but still, he let you close the noisy choker around his neck and accepted the kiss you pressed against his lips pursed in annoyance.

During the day, when the spiders shared laughter and a fun that Miguel didn't understand at the gift you gave him, Miguel hadn't paid attention to how the choker tightened his neck, how it accompanied the rise and fall of his throat ─ that he only noticed when you had him on his knees in a blind spot inside the Spider Society tower, and at the risk of being overheard by all nosy and curious spiders, pressed your cock deep into his tight throat until Miguel gasped and struggled for breath, bell rattling violently. The choker felt like your hands squeezing his neck.

After that, the ringing of the silver bell brought a faraway look that no one understood to his face, no one but you. He was remembering that moment, remembering your cock straining his mouth and the sounds you made each time his fangs grazed your cock, the danger of the act that was enough to make you both come, quickly. He found himself unable to get rid of the accessory.

And Miguel was aware of your eyes fixed on his neck as he spoke. Hypnotized. And he would be lying if he said he didn't know what was coming next.

The bell sounded like a drum as you smacked him against the front door of the apartment before Miguel could even close it. You demanded his attention, ravaging his mouth with symbolic violence and sweet urgency, tearing the civilian clothes Miguel wore until they were mere scraps of rags lying on the floor. All this so you could get your hands on his bare skin, map out the scars, the muscles firm and strong and his cock already eagerly hard for you.

You always seemed to want him so badly that it never ceased to amaze him.

You grabbed his bare thighs and lifted him into the air, pressing his back against the rickety door. As if he weighed nothing. Your strength would always surprise you, not because there wasn't someone stronger than Miguel or unable to take him down with pure physical strength, but because you never used your strength to hurt him, you treated him as something fragile and that should be taken care of.

And when the hurried stretching of his hole left him panting and clinging to you, silently begging for more through his grunts and moans and gasps, you kissed him and using only saliva to facilitate penetration, you slid your cock inside him.

The slide knocked the breath out of Miguel's lungs, the friction undiminished by the makeshift lubrication leaving him feeling every delicious inch of your cock opening in his flesh, demanding space.

Lips against his, even though you weren't kissing anymore and the hand that wasn't holding him high, closing around his neck just inches away from the choker, you started fucking him hard against the door. The bell reverberated with a loud bang, swaying along with your movements in and out of his ass and that was all Miguel could concentrate on: the stretching, the burning still there, the sound of the damn bell.

Miguel's eyes rolled back, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks and he searched for air, desperately gasped for oxygen ─ and you didn't have to look at his face to know it, the divine image of open mouth and spittle running down his chin; you could feel his throat rippling under your grip, heartbeat fluttering beneath your fingers. The leather strap there, close to your hand, seemed to become tighter, reflecting the pressure imposed by your fingers.

Miguel was shaking now, talons drawing blood from your shoulders, legs gripping around your waist, unable to move, unable to get away from the deep thrusts he could feel in his stomach or the bell that deafened his senses. He couldn't breathe.

White filled his vision and Miguel gasped as the oxygen suddenly handed back to him, the thud of his head hitting the door a distant sound. Maybe he came, maybe he passed out for a few seconds in your arms, but it didn't matter, he knew you were far from done with him.

I swear I'm abt to throw hands if the fem writers didn't even put the genders reader. I ALWAYS GET THOSE "good girl" IM NOT JUST PLEASE PUT THE READER'S DAMN GENDER YOU MOTHERFUCKER GOD. OR PUT IT IN THE DAMN TAGS YOU MOTHERFUCKER BUT YOU JUST PUT "genshin x reader" <- this is an example. DIDNT EVEN PUT GENSHIN X FEMALE READER OR GENSHIN X MALE READER. AND WHEN IT COMES TO GN READER, I SAW A GN READER AND SAYS "no pronouns used" AND PROCEEDS TO USE SHE/HER AND GOOD GIRL.