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lovelettersfromluna · 24 days

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Lunch

Summary: it’s raining. Ellie misses you. Eating you out is her favorite pass time.

an: small smutty drabble heavily influenced by Billie’s song Lunch….yes this is rushed, yes I need this just as badly as you do. Hehe mwah 🤍

Warnings: for the love of god MDNI!!! 18+, SMUT!!! Porn with little plot, oral (obvi) r!receiving, Ellie bites readers thighs/leaves marks, she’s a bit rough, pet names, pls pls lmk if I’ve missed anything!

It was like you were on Ellie’s mind the entire fucking day.

From the moment she woke up in her empty bed, she was angry that you weren’t there, setting quite the tone for the rest of her day.

Usually you’d stay over, spending the entire day with Ellie only to spend the night as well, but you had an essay you needed to finish that you simply could not get done with Ellie around, constantly giving you the perfect excuse to abandon it to give her all of your attention instead.

Now, don’t get her wrong. You were on Ellie’s mind all the time anyways, lingering in the corners during lectures or work, daydreaming about your pretty smile or the way your eyes twinkled whenever you saw her.

But today…god…it was like she had an insatiable hunger for you that had her practically itching to be in your presence again.

So that’s exactly what she did.

The second her shift at work was over, she was storming out of the building to get to her car, so quickly that she hadn’t even noticed the rain pouring down on her, soaking her hair completely. She was far too consumed with thoughts of you, and getting to your house as quickly as possible.

You on the other hand, were consumed with other things. Your eyes were glued to your screen, the soft, warm lighting in your apartment drowning out around you, your eyes only focusing on the bright white light emitting from your laptop. You were so close, and as soon as you were finished you’d be able to get some much needed sleep, your poor back aching from sitting in the same position for so long.

You felt bad that you hadn’t responded to Ellie’s many texts, all of them either checking in on you or asking if she could come over. You had gotten to a point where you had to turn your phone onto do not disturb, knowing all too well that the second she gets pouty in her messages, you’d fold.

Soon enough though, your paper was finished. You sent it in without another glance, far too tired to proofread it, before shutting your laptop, tossing it onto your couch, and pushing yourself off of it to take a much needed shower. You told yourself you’d text your girl when you got out, maybe even call her if she wasn’t too huffy over you not giving her the attention she wanted.

What you don’t know, is that Ellie has perfect timing. And just as you’re laying in your bed, freshly showered and cozy in your favorite pajama set, thinking you’ll get some much needed sleep after a long days work, she’s parking outside your apartment building.

Just as you’re laying down, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you hook your thigh over your favorite pillow, looking out the window as you watched the rain patter softly against the glass, Ellie is jogging up the stairs to your place, tugging off her jacket, pushing her damp hair out of her face, and quickly opening the door to your home with the spare key you’d given her.

You hardly even notice it too, exhaustion quickly taking over your body, your soft blankets wrapping around you perfectly as your heavy eyes begin to close.

Ellie’s kicking off her sneakers in your living room, looking around the place as she hangs up her jacket. She silently curses herself, seeing that you’ve already packed up for the night, a clear sign that you’ve most likely gone to sleep.

It doesn’t stop her from making her way further into your home, crossing over the fuzzy carpet in your living room, her feet padding along the hardwood floor that lead to your bathroom.

You turn slowly when you hear her open up your bedroom door, a soft smile immediately gracing your lips when you catch the glimpse of her standing in your door frame.

“Ellie…” you practically sigh out, sitting up to greet the girl properly.

“Sorry….i didn’t know you were coming” you hum softly, opened arms greeting the girl.

She almost wants to laugh, you’re so sweet and welcoming, the only thing on your mind cuddling with your girlfriend after a long day…

But Ellie has other plans.

Her knees deep into the bed, fists pressing into your mattress as she cages you into her arms, nudging her nose against your neck before she began pressing soft kisses on your throat.

You instantly let her in, tilting your head back and giving her better access to what it was she wanted. It was the little things like this that told you loud and clear what your girlfriend wanted, when she’d walk in without a word, press her hand against the small of your back or pull you closer on her lap…

All of which screamed that she needed you.

Before you can even think further about it all, she’s pushing you back to lay against the bed, her body crawling over your own before she presses her mouth against yours without another thought. The second you moan against her, she’s taking the opportunity to slip her tongue against yours, the two wet muscles rubbing together, making your core tighten all too quickly.

You let out a soft gasp when she finally breaks the kiss, her lips moving down to press against your neck, your jaw, collar bones, any exposed skin that she can possibly get to.

“You didn’t answer my texts” she groans out, words muffled by the sound of your skin against her mouth, broke up by kisses and bites as she began littering your skin with marks of her lips.

You moan softly at this, melting at the way her hands grab you, at the way her teeth sink down into your skin, sure to leave a new set of pretty marks there for her to marvel at when she’s finished with you.

“I was…I told you I had to finish my paper…remember?” You manage to croak out between a plethora of moans and whines, keeping the girl close as she pushes your pajama top up so that it scrunched right about your boobs, leaving your top half bare for her.

She hums softly, momentarily giving either one of your pebbled nipples some much needed attention before she lets them go with a pop, and continues traveling down your body.

Soon she’s managed to haul off your pajama shorts and your panties, and she’s settled between your legs, either of her large hands sinking into your thighs as she pulls you closer to her face, looking awfully similar to a woman readying herself for her meal.

“M’not gonna make you beg, because I need this more than you do….” She hums out softly, and you can practically feel her warm breath fanning onto your sobbing wet core.

“But next time I won’t be so lenient” she finishes before she finally gives in, attaching her lips to your swollen clit and sucking it like she was starved.

You moan loudly, unable to fully comprehend her words, your head falling backwards as your back arches almost painfully, pushing more of your pussy against Ellie’s face.

And she fucking loves it. Moaning loudly as her eyes flutter shut, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. You’d swear she was the one in your position with the way she was acting. You can feel the vibrations of her moans against your needy cunt, and it makes you moan loudly as your head finally repositions to look down at her.

She looks like a dream, so consumed with you, the pads of her fingers digging into your thighs to keep you close, forbidding you from even thinking of running away from the pleasure she had to give you.

Now, Ellie was not your first girlfriend by all means. You’d had flings and dates in the past, most of them slowly dissolving into nothing at the back of your mind. Sex was all the same with them, mediocre at best. You could recall no one ever really being into head unless it was you doing it, which was fine, you couldn’t complain.

But Ellie? Jesus fucking Christ….Ellie was like something out of an erotic novel.

When she first told you, you assumed it was another fuck-girl move of her to get you where she wanted, fill your head with all talk but when the time came to actually do the deed, it would end just like the others.

Ellie quickly proved you wrong.

The amount of times she’d simply tug your shorts off while you two were watching a movie, or slip under the covers while you were playing video games, you couldn’t even try to count them on all ten fingers and toes.

Ellie simply loved eating her girl out.

More specifically? She loved eating you out.

She was a certified fucking munch. Absolutely smitten with you in every single way possible, and she’d be proud to admit it to anyone that asked.

Quickly enough, you find yourself closing in on that delicious feeling. Your stomach starts to coil, and the grip on Ellie’s hair tightens as you grind on her face shamelessly, your slick almost making it impossible to not slide around and make a mess of Ellie’s face.

“M’gonna…you’re gonna make me cum, El…Ellie I…fuuuuckkkk” you drawl out, riding out your orgasm as you scream your girlfriends name like a mantra.

And her eyes never leave yours, watching as the rain splattered window casts patterns against your skin, your naked body like a fucking painting for her as she makes you come undone on her face.

You gasp out as she slows down, tongue drawing slow, lazy circles against your clit as you stare down at her with hazy, lust filled eyes, naked chest slowly rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Ellie…” you pant out, watching her with a sleepy smile.

She smirks, finally pulling away from your swollen pussy, groaning softly as she stares down at the mess she made, the mess you made, fingers ghosting over your over sensitive clit.

You can make out your slick shining on her face in the dim lighting of your room, a sly smirk on her face as she slowly crawls up between your legs, her face inches from yours.

“I just can’t get enough of you, baby…” she hums out softly before she catches your lips in a lazy, sloppy kiss, the two of you moaning at your taste still lingering on her tongue.

And it’s that exact same way that Ellie almost always ensures that both you, and her, sleep very well at night.

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you

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kirbsecrets · 20 days

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yoyo! please could i request jjk character’s (gojos⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄) reaction to yn always sleeping hugging a pillow🙈 because it’s comfy lol

thankyou!

Authors note: ^-the pillow

♡-Every time Gojo is on a mission you bring out a small petite pillow to cuddle. He however didn’t know this happened. You always felt lonely when he was gone; but the pillow cheered you up somehow so you always kept it. You especially brought it out tonight since it was raining. It didn’t help because it was also thundering very loudly.

“Baby…” Gojo coos into the apartment, looking around for you. He takes off his blindfold, fondling with the edges before throwing it somewhere.

He notices all of the lights are off as he continues to search for you. The lightning illuminating the apartment. He peeks into your shared bedroom getting a small glimpse of your figure.

You’re back towards him as he walks softly to you.

“Baby…” he coos again. Only this time he is responded with a groan of yours. As he inches closer something comes into his view.

He scoffs, huffing and puffing under his breath as he lays in bed. Trying to take the stupid pillow out of your arms that you are desperately holding on to.

He finally ends up getting it out of arms for a whole 5 minutes. He throws it on the ground, as he cuddles up into you. Gojo ends up replacing the pillow.

You gently wake up from a bolt of thunder. You feel someone’s weight is attached to yours. Carefully looking down seeing your loving boyfriend cuddled up to you.

You wondered where the pillow went but those questions went out the window as you see the pillow at the end of the room. You end up falling back asleep by the warmth of your cute boyfriend.

♡- An aroma suddenly wakes you up. The smell of pancakes invading your senses. Your boyfriend coming into view as he opens the bedroom door wider walking towards you.

“Good morning princess, how’d you sleep?”

“Why are you acting so affectionate today?”

“Can’t I be affectionate with my girlfriend?”

“Well you are just more today than usual..”

“I just didn’t want to be replaced…” he mumbled under his breath as he placed the breakfast on the nightstand sitting on the edge of the bed.

You were confused of what he was talking about until the memory of your pillow being across the room specifically on the floor.

“ ‘Toru I won’t ever replace you, I got the pillow before we even started dating.” “You poor baby”

You say as you kiss his cute pout.

“I’m throwing it away,” he says as he vanishes into the other room.

“ ‘Toru I have it for when you’re on mission and I feel lonely…” now it’s your turn to pout.

“You better not replace me..” he states as he comes rushing back to feed you.

“I won’t ever do that to you my love,” you whisper before eating the pancakes Gojo made you.

Authors note: I’m sorry it’s not the best I have been busy so I’ve tried to get this done soo I hope you like it:)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk fluff #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #jjk men #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk drabbles #jujutsu gojo #jujustu kaisen

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mqsi · 1 year

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Pedri x reader imagine bc I need someone to do a self care date with me as uni is stressful & I’ve cried too much this week (I hate showing vulnerability). So anyways just like a very loving & fluffy Pedri taking care of his girl like running a bath for them & making her comfort food & just staying in with her since that’s what she needed & her makes her feel safe.

hey anon, I hope you’re doing better by now! I just wanna remind you how strong you are and everything you’re working so hard for is gonna be worth it! Sending you some love🫶🏻

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School work and studying was taking away so much of your time and energy lately. You’re used to studying and being tired but the past few weeks really started taking a toll on you.

Today was the day you snapped, leaving Uni early because you were on the verge of tears. When you stepped into the comfort of your home, all you wanted was to feel Pedri’s strong arms wrap around you and suck the negative energy out.

“Hermosa?” Pedri yelled from the kitchen, checking if he heard right, you were not supposed to be home yet.

“Pedro” you whined, taking slow steps towards him. He peeked out of the kitchen and when he saw you crying,he rushed to you. Pedri pulled you in his chest immediately, hugging you tightly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He whispered, almost as if you would break If he talked louder. You sniffed in his chest, smearing mascara all over the Barca shirt he was wearing.

“No”

“Okay, how about we start with a nice,warm bath to help you calm down. Then you can tell me what you want to eat?”

You nodded and he went upstairs, filling the tub and adding a bathbomb. Pedri also lit some candles and invited you in.

You stripped and stepped into the tub, feeling your muscels relax under the warm water.

“Did you decide what you want to eat?”

You told him he could just order your favourite food and something sweet on the side. He nodded and left the bathroom to give you some time to yourself. When you were done, you pulled on Pedri’s clothes. They smelled like him and you wanted to be as close to him as possible. You went downstairs to find Pedri with a bunch of food,blankets and pillows in the living room.

“The food arrived, I made a little nest here. We can watch something and cuddle” he said, smiling softly. You smiled back, getting in a comfortbale position next to him so you can eat. He waited for you to finish eating before asking you anything else.

“Are you okay?” he asked, letting you get comfortable on his chest and draping a blanket over you.

“I’m much better now, thank you cariño” you said, lifting you head up to give him a kiss. He stroked your hair with one hand, other was holding you tight against him.

“I hate to see you like this but I believe you’ll pull trough. If you want to talk about it, I’m still here”

“No, I just wanna lay in your arms” you replied, snuggling yourself even closer to him, If that was possible.

You were feeling safe like this, in his hold, away from the outside world. Soon, Pedri heard your soft breathing and looked down to see you fell a sleep. He kissed the top of your head gently.

“I love you”

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#pedri fluff #pedri being a cutie #pedri blurb #pedri x reader #pedri one shot #pedri x you #pedri gonzalez #pedri #pedri imagine #fluff #fuck uni #you are all amazing #footballer imagine #pedri barça #pedri x y/n #pedri fanfic

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mouthfullofmunson · 1 year

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More modern camboy thoughts 😔

Sigh

He’s such a “kitten” “sweetheart” “honey” “baby” “bunny” ass boyfriend and I’ll never get over it

I just started writing the fic plz stop this madness

But y/n sitting and waiting for him to be done with his cam in his living room and once he comes out a little sweaty in just his boxers she’s all pouty

And he kisses her head, moving along to the kitchen for a bottle of water “what’s the frown for?”

“You took too long and I missed you so much :(“

And she’s definitely a clingy girlfriend

Which she’s kind of insecure about because she doesn’t want to suffocate him, especially since they live right next to each other and sometimes she goes over there uninvited but that’s just because she misses him so much

And he never seems to mind

“You always seem to miss so much but I’m right here. I’ll always be right next door, baby”

And he’s so gentle with her ☹️ his thumb rubbing over her cheek while he places little kisses on her lips

“Do you want to come back in the room with me? I know you didn’t want to set out here and I didn’t think it would take that long. I’m sorry for leaving you out here for so long, baby.”

And he leads her back to his room and they lay in his bed, kissing until Eddie finally addressed the wet patch on her cute little panties he starts kissing down her body until he gets to the wet patch and he gives her a soft kiss there before pulling her panties down

“How are you already so wet, honey? I’ve hardly even touched you.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. You know your kisses get me worked up”

He smiles wide at her “I know, baby. Never apologize.”

And he gives her the orgasm of a lifetime with just his mouth

And after he inches back up the bed and lays down next to her

“Jesus Eddie how do you do that?”

He just laughs and kisses her head

And she gets soooo shy anytime he kisses her, or calls her a cute pet name, and omg she can hardly make eye contact with him when he tells her that he loves her

And anytime it happens he can’t help but squeeze her in a big hug

“Come on, my dick was just inside of you and now you can’t even look at me when I kiss you on the cheek?”

Giving her the biggest hug and kissing over her cheeks after she looks away bashfully and mumbles “I love you too”

“You’re so cute, c’mon look me in the eye already”

“I promise I don’t bite, baby. No reason not to show me those pretty eyes”

AHHH I NEED HIM 😔

And he’s so eager to show her off to his friends because she’s the cutest, sweetest little thing and he knows that her and all of his little would get along great even if they are grumpy 17ish year olds (bc if they were 14/15 when Eddie was twenty they would be around 17 when Eddie is 23 and camboy Eddie is 23 so yk)

And they all get along until the boys start to hit on y/n, and even tho they are just young boys he still has to lay down the law and make sure they know y/n is all his

STOP BC CAMBOY EDDIE IS SOOO SOFT FOR HER LIKE UGH

He’s so the “have you drank water today, baby?” “When was the last time you ate anything, kitten? I can basically hear your stomach rumbling. You know you need to eat.” Boyfriend

LIKE UGH

And if she ever says anything bad about herself at all

He’s there to give her a smile and all the reassuring compliments and hugs and kisses that she needs

But he’s also stern with her

“Don’t talk to yourself like that. You wouldn’t talk to me like that so don’t treat yourself so poorly, sweetheart”

“Okay, now say five kind things about yourself”

And they are both so shamelessly head over heels

Always holding hands, always cuddling, always kissing, always talking about each other, when she’s about to sit down he just pats his lap for her to sit down even if there is a seat open for her 😔

Like y/n’s parent(s) are obsessed with him and Wayne absolutely loves y/n

So it really is such a perfect fit

Ugh and sometimes he will sneak into her apartment when they spent the night apart so he can come cuddle her in bed if he can’t sleep

And when he accidentally scares the shit out of her and wakes her up in a panic he softly laughs while pulling her into his chest and kissing her head “it’s just me, baby. It’s just Eddie, you’re fine. Remember you gave me a spare key?”

And she gets all whiny before he wraps her in his arms all tight and kisses her head and plays with her hair until she’s back to sleep

Which it only takes a few minutes and she’s out like a light

Okay those are kind of all the thoughts I have for him right now

Let me know if you have any

#eddie munson #my post #modern!eddie #modern!eddie munson #camboy!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things

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such-a-barbarian · 3 months

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weekly tag game - self care edition

thanks to @mybrainismelted, @jrooc and @transmickey for the tags this week

Name: Kell

What kind of day is it? I was home sick from work, so not a particularly great one.

When was the last time you ate? Like 7 hours ago. Around lunch time. I have zero appetite currently.

About how many hours of sleep did you get? I went to bed at 11pm and was up for the day around 5:30am. So 6.5 hours in theory, but my youngest is teething some morals so he was up several times throughout the night.

Name one thing you could do to make your day better right now: take some NyQuil and pass the fuck out.

Why are you not doing that thing? I’m filling out this tag game instead. 😂

What are you going to do tonight to relax? Probably read as much of Bridge of Sighs as I can before the NyQuil takes hold!

What comfort food do you not eat often enough? Poutine. 🤤

What’s stopping you? Here’s the thing with poutine (in my opinion - fellow Canadians don’t come for me. Lol) There is no such thing as ‘okay’ poutine. It’s either incredibly or awful - there is no middle ground. And making good poutine at home is actually very difficult. It’s hard to get the fries right without a deep fryer and fresh cheese curds are hella expensive right now. It’s just not worth the time and effort. And I’m not paid enough to eat out every time I crave poutine. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Have you ever had a professional massage? Oh yes! You better believe I use up every last dollar on my health insurance plan each year.

Have you eaten fruits and vegetables today? Nope, but I’ve also only eaten half a bagel today so…

How much water have you had today? More than usual. Haven’t been keeping track though.

Is there a self-care gadget you really want to buy? I literally cannot think of anything.

What is your favourite healthy snack? Lol. That’s nice of you to assume I eat healthy snacks! 😂 Do we consider cheese healthy? Cause cheese.

What is your favourite unhealthy snack? Now this is more like it! Probably Ruffles All Dressed chips. Or plains Lays chips with Heluva good dip. Or literally any type of chocolate.

What is one thing you are going to start doing RIGHT NOW to take better care of yourself? After answering the last two questions - probably start eating healthy snacks…

And to close, I want you to say one NICE thing to yourself that you really need to hear right now: you are good mother. It’s insanely hard right now and yeah sure, breaking down in sobs was not how you wanted your kids to see you this morning. But they are happy and healthy and great kids and they love you and you love them even if they are assholes sometimes. You are going great.

tagging @juliakayyy @francesrose3 @vintagelacerosette @ryantryinx @tanktopgallavich @iansfreckles @iansw0rld @krysmiss @lupeloto @babygirlmickey and anyone else who might want to. Also apologies if you’ve done this one already. My brain is mush.

#tag game #about me #NyQuil take me away!

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phantomspiderr · 1 year

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By Any Means ║ Part 1

Pairing: Joel Miller x *f!reader

Word Count: 1.3k+

Summary: pre-outbreak life was blissful. You’d just begun to settle into your new home with Joel & his daughter and everything seemed perfect

Warnings/Tags: tlou hbo spoilers, major character death(if you’ve watched episode one you know it’s coming), unspecified age gap, mentions of blood, trauma, there’s also mentions of food & eating, crying, promise there is a little fluff too

a/n: ohhh I’ve been working on this nonstop for a little bit and I’ve never been so scared but so excited to post something ever. I truly hope you love it as much as I have, it’s not a finished series. I have about 9 chapters done and they’re all sort of little stories within my own little tlou universe. But yeah love you, appreciate you, hope you have a wonderful day🤍

*no real description of reader or gender as far as I know but I've written it with a female reader in mind

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“Eat up kid, big game today.” Joel presses a kiss to Sarah’s head before he joins her at the small kitchen table, a cup of fresh coffee in hand. The smell of a good home-cooked breakfast wafting through the whole house, and Joel eyes up Sarah’s plate to see what’s in store for him.

Mornings like this were always his favourite. He’ll wake up just before his morning alarm, which gives him a good excuse to just lay there for a few moments of calm. He normally finds you still sleeping next to him, and he gets to start off his day admiring your peaceful form before you eventually wake. If he’s extra lucky, that morning you’ll wake up before the alarm too, and you can spend a few more intimate moments together. Then, when the bedside clock starts ringing you’ll both reluctantly get up, Joel usually hops in the shower while you join Sarah downstairs and help her make breakfast. Once Joel’s freshly showered and descending the stairs, he hears the laughter coming from the kitchen, and he finds himself stopping for just a second to listen to the heavenly sound. His house had finally started to feel more like a home, his two favourite people under the same roof, safe and happy, life had started to be kinder to him, and it all felt like a dream.

“Thank you darlin’,” he’s pulled from his dreamy state as you place a plate full of food right in front of him. His arm snakes around your waist, and he looks up at you with a content look settled on his face. Your fingers gently scratch against his jaw before you lean down to press a kiss to his lips, only lingering for a moment.

“Eating!” Sarah mumbles out before stuffing a forkful into her mouth, and both you and Joel chuckle. Reluctantly, you pull yourself away from the table, returning to the kitchen counter to get your own plate while Joel and Sarah fall into easy conversation while they eat. They're talking about Sarah's upcoming soccer game when you join them, Joel as always being the lovingly doting father.

You always enjoyed watching the pair interact. Their undeniable bond is rare, like ever seeing Halley's comet in the night sky. The way they both affectionately poke fun at each other never fails to bring a smile to your face. They both like to tell you stories about the other, trying their best to embarrass each other. It doesn't matter how many times you've heard the same stories or the number of times they interrupt each other, you feel this sense of love surround you.

Sarah had been nothing but welcoming of you, even so much, so she'd admitted to wanting to dislike the whole idea of you and her father dating, but that it had been impossible when she saw how happy he was with you. Joel had waited months to officially tell her, though you'd never admit to him that she already knew, that his brilliant daughter had already worked it out months prior at one of Tommy's barbecues. Even though by then you'd only been together a few weeks, but Sarah had quickly caught onto her slightly grumpy father's longing gazes and too-bright of smiles.

"Alright c'mon go get yourselves ready," Joel looks at his wrist, forgetting for a moment that the watch he was looking for was not there. With a quiet huff, he looks up to the clock on the wall, "we're leaving in a half hour." He shovels the remainder of his breakfast into his mouth, chewing quickly before downing the rest of his coffee. Sarah almost mirrors her father's actions, quickly finishing off her food before downing the rest of her orange juice. Both get up from the table to dispose of their dishes in the sink while you finish eating. Then Sarah disappears upstairs to change for her game while Joel pours himself another cup of coffee. He stood at the kitchen sink looking out the window for a moment before he turns to you with a smile as you approach him. It changes to a half-hearted glare as you shoo him just out of the way, so you can begin washing the dishes. As you start filling the sink with hot, soapy water, Joel goes back to looking out the window and drinking his coffee.

"s'gonna be a good day darlin'," Joel wraps an arm around your middle, pulling himself into you and pressing a loving kiss to your cheek. You crane your neck to look at him again, both intoxicated by the natural domesticity surrounding you. At that moment you so badly want to run a hand through his hair, but your wet soapy hands halt that idea, instead gripping onto the edge of the sink. You twist yourself just enough, so you can kiss him, it's quick almost barely there, but it makes him smile. A sight you think you could look at forever.

Life seems to be full of beautiful, picture-perfect moments like this until suddenly it's not.

Utterly devastating. Those are the only words you can think to describe the scene you’ve witnessed. Those words don’t even do it justice, it was heartbreaking, soul-destroying. It’s been days, and you can still hear her pained cries. The image of her lifeless body in Joel’s arms as he sobbed for his lost daughter burned into your memory. It was consuming your every thought, no matter how much you tried it was still there just playing on loop in your mind.

The days since the outbreak—since Sarah’s death—had been hard, to say the least. Tommy, Joel, and yourself had managed to make it to the highway and had been holed up in a triage clinic since. None of you had gotten much sleep at all, least of all Joel, who you’re sure hasn’t slept more than an hour each day. He’d barely eaten and most of the day would just sit silently staring at the blank white wall. His clothes were still stained with blood and quite frankly he looked awful, you had never seen him in a way quite like this before. It was as if a switch had flipped the moment she’d died, the once endearing, happy-grumpy man you loved was gone and in his place stood a cold, harsh ghost.

You imagined lots of people were like that too now, broken families crowding all around, waiting for the government's next point of call. A variety of people crying for what you assume are lost family members; partners, children, pets, and homes. Your heart breaks for each one of them. Thinking about the other people around takes your mind away from your own heartbreak. Though Sarah was not your own flesh and blood, you’d always treated her as if she was. You’d spent countless nights watching movies till late while you waited for Joel to get home. You would make dinner together and anchor yourselves in front of the tv all evening, laughing and commentating the whole time. Not only that, but you had even started meeting her after school on a Friday, and the pair of you would go to the diner down the street. She’d always get a burger with fries and a large milkshake, every week, without fail. Sarah had even started to confide in you, things she didn’t want to talk to her dad about. Secrets she seemed to only trust you with, and it made you feel special that she trusted you in such a way.

“You alright?” A foot knocks against yours, and Tommy’s voice draws you out of your spiralling thoughts. Looking up, Tommy seems like he towers above you from where you’re sitting on the floor. He nods at you with raised eyebrows when you don’t answer straight away, and it’s only then you feel the wetness on your cheeks.

“’M’fine,” you drop your head and quickly wipe at your face, feeling as if you almost don’t deserve to shed any tears.

“You’re not fine.” Tommy moves to sit next to you, he holds a bottle of water out toward you. Gratefully, you take the bottle and watch as Tommy’s head then falls back against the wall with a gentle thud, “none of us are fine.”

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spentfromspence · 1 year

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Comfort

This is my first ever x reader so I apologize if it’s not the best 😭

By the time you finally got home all you wanted was to lay down with Spencer, he was always the best at comforting you. But, he didn’t get home for another hour.

You decided taking a shower was a good way to spend your time. 40 minutes later, you had gotten out of the shower, done your skin care, and gotten into some comfortable clothes. Just as you were putting your wet towel in the dirty laundry you heard the door open.

A smile placed itself upon your face as you made your way to the door, Spencer was taking his shoes off and placing his bag by the door. Once his shoes were off his eyes met yours. The sweet smile you missed was finally returned to you. He put his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a short kiss that you smiled into.

“I’ve missed you. How was work?” You asked him, looking up at him. You could only assume it was a long and boring day.

“Nothing out of the usual. Just desk work today.” He huffed out. “How was your day?” He began taking off his jacket, placing it on the coat hanger next to the both of you.

“I’m so glad you asked,” You started with a sarcastic tone. “my day was alright, I guess. Some jackass scratched the car though, and i had some kids parent yelling in my face because her kid wet himself.” You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. Spencer only held you close to him, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

“You seem tired. Want to order some food and lay down?” Spencer mumbled, his breath hot against your neck.

“Yes, please.” You dragged out the ‘please’ in desperation to relax. Pulling yourself away from Spencer and going to sit on the couch. Spencer following behind.

Spencer always knew how to help you relax. Somehow he knew just what you needed in the moment. Weather it was a nice massage, some cuddles, a night out, or just to be left alone, he always knew. Maybe it was his profiling skills, that would make sense.

Spencer ordered some pizza for the two of you, you thanked him and he kissed your head in return. He grabbed a few blankets and handed you the tv remote. You decided on somthing you would both enjoy watching, a nature documentary about bears. You liked bears, he liked documentaries.

Spencer had his long legs spread across the couch, one dangling onto the floor. His back rested on the arm of the couch and he put his chin on his hand. You manoeuvred yourself so that you were now laying on top of his chest, head buried as close as you could get. You could count his heart beats per minute if you wanted to. Your legs were curled up, half on his lap and half on the couch.

As the two of you layed there watching the documentary, Spencers hand made it’s way to your hair, he softly massaged your head and played with your hair, he did this often. It helped him relax and concentrate, and it was obvious you loved the affection. He could smell the scent of your shampoo as he played with your soft, brown, locks of hair.

You layed there on top of him comfortably for what must’ve been 25 minutes because soon enough there was a knock on the door, which could only be the pizza delivery.

The rest of the night was great. You both chatted while eating your pizza, Spencer made you a cup of tea, just the way you like it, you two watched another documentary while cuddling on the couch, and finally once you drifted off to sleep, Spencer carried you to your shared bedroom and tucked you in. In the morning he would surprise you with breakfast in bed, your favourite foods neat on a platter.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #cm #incorrect criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #oneshot #x reader #x yn #gn reader #implied fem reader #yn x spencer reid #yn #spencer reid x self insert #self insert #fluff #cuddles #no smut #Spencer would be the best bf

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aajjks · 5 months

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TC!Jungkook

You can’t bathe in his blood just yet but maybe being bathed in my love would help, just a little. I’m scared Jungkook. This is the first time I’ve seen you scared over a threat that wasn’t given by me. I know you’re scared but there’s not much I can physically do to keep you safe but I’d lay my life down on the line for you. You’re not just a King to me up you’re my life partner, my best friend, my comfort. I won’t be able to live without you. That what scares me more than this ghost guy. What makes me feel better is taking care of my husband. Knowing you’re safe, fed, and taken care of by me specifically. You can take care of everything tomorrow. You’ll find him before het gets to you. You always do. So please let me calm down and take care of you. Come on baby.

*The Queen gently pulls her husband’s hand to get him to stand up. After giving him a big smack on the lips she leads him to their shared bathroom where she sits him down onto the toilet. She turns to run a warm bath for the stressed out man whose eyes have tracked her every movement. She slowly stands up and gently removes his clothing while holding eye contact with her husband. The amount of vulnerability she sees shinning in his eyes almost makes her tear up. The eye contact is only broken once Jungkook sinks into the hot water and watches as his beautiful wife slips behind him from outside of the tub. From gently washing his body with the soft rag to washing the soap out of his hair to letting him lean his head on her clothed shoulder. Speaking as gentle, loving, and quiet as her heavenly voice can be, she begins to speak to him after an hour of silence.”

Feel better, my highness? Hm, muah. I love you. Your hair smells so good. You’re still not completely relax baby… Will you let me help you a little bit more? *The Queen quietly asks as she begins to rub her hands from his shoulders, down his abs, and halting just before his clean, shaven, groin. Taking his soft whimper as a sign to keep going, she gently grasps his hardening cock.*

My big, strong husband. You always make me so happy, so proud… Am I making you feel good, baby? You sound like a dream. This is my favorite thing to do, you know… You always make me feel good, satisfied… Full…You let me turn my brain off while you take care of me. You were made for me Jungkook. You’ve always known that though. Just took me so long to realize that but I’ll never be happier than the moment I came to the realization that you were hand crafter for me and me only. You’re about to cum, I can feel it… I know my man’s body so well… It’s okay baby, let it go. You’re safe. I’m right here with you. I’ll always be with you Jungkook.

*His wife’s voice is just one of many reasons he’s never able to last so long. Whether it’s her moaning or simply her laughing or just her rambling, he will never get tired of listening to her. The soft kisses on the corner of his mouth, hand gripping the other side of his face, the words of affection, the feeling of her clothed breast on his shoulder blades, her smell, her hand wrapped around his cock, milking him into overstimulation is all just so much for him. After his amazing bliss, he can feel his eyelids getting heavy. All of the stress is catching up to him after his wife gently forced a hard orgasm out of him. Getting the sleep man out of the tub, dried off, and dressed in royal blue sleepwear was harder than she thought it would be. Having a man half your weight leaning on you isn’t the easiest task. After it’s all said and done she gently lays him down in their shared bed before slipping away to put on her matching royal blue sleepwear. A habit both have, matching whatever the other’s wearing.*

Hey handsome, stay awake for just a little longer. You haven’t ate at all today which isn’t healthy. I’m going to go get us both something to eat since we misses breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You just lay here and relax and I’ll be right back.

“My love… yn I love you so much I have always loved you so so much…. You always know how to make me feel so good…. My baby… I’d rather die than to evet let you go… you just have me the most amazing orgasm of my life- you make me feel so big, strong and sexy yn… I don’t know if that’s possible but I just fall for you every single day and every second- I love you so much… please never leave me because you may be able to live without me but I really can’t- I’ll die without you- y-yn I’m nothing without you… you’re my strength and my soul. My pretty wife…. You made me feel so good that I’m still so hard…. I just want to stay inside you forever because that is the only place I feel so safe…

My love- my wife.. I’ll protect you until the day I die- I’ll die for you yn, I hope you know that.”

#ask: tc!jungkook #BYE I WILL RE READ THIS FOREVER #I hope I’ll find a man who loves me as much as this yn loves tc jk #I’m ALWAYS so stressed out.. 😭😭😭#so good!

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moraygrotto · 1 year

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scenario/fic commission!!

this is a stuffing + hiccuping story with non-specified characters (A&B) commissioned by a lovely patron of the arts who wished to remain anonymous!!

A is a were-bear preparing for hibernation and B is their very caring partner :3

~🐻~

Part of being a were-bear meant living with one’s ursine tendencies. For Character A, that meant a strong feeling of hunger gnawed at the back of their mind every fall, followed by hibernation for the long, cold winter.

Only a few times since becoming a were-bear had A’s stomach truly felt full during this time of year. “You poor dear,” fussed their partner, Character B, upon learning this fact. “I can’t imagine how starving you must feel.”

A had assured B that they had been eating plenty, even put on a healthy amount of hibernation weight, but B’s impulse toward kindness would not be so easily quelled. They wanted their partner to have a comfortable hibernation, to lay down and sleep feeling truly satisfied.

Therefore, returning home the night before their final preparations for the winter, A was touched but not surprised by the rich aroma of homecooked food wafting from the open windows of their house.

“It’s so cold out!” they called to B, removing their coat in the doorway and venturing toward the kitchen. “What’ve you got the windows open for?”

B’s head popped out of the kitchen door, and they waved with one mitt-clad hand. “I’ve been cooking all day. The kitchen got hot.” They grinned. “Besides, you could smell it from outside, yeah? That’s worth a few chilly fingers.”

A silently admitted that it had worked. They were hungrier than ever. “Don’t freeze yourself to death,” they said, tromping into the fragrant kitchen and shutting the windows. “You’ve–” They paused, not sure if they should look down at the steaming array of dishes on the counter. “You’ve already done so much for me.”

B came up to A’s side, and wrapped one arm around them. “This is an important time of year for you,” they said. “I’d like to help however I can.”

After softly kissing B’s head, A let their gaze drop to the dishes. Immediately, they blushed, and felt their stomach rumble. Some of their favorites were laid out in all their glory.

“I’ve got honey-grilled salmon,” B began, gesturing to three glistening pink fish crammed all atop one platter, “some beef stew with nuts and root vegetables,” –they gestured to a bubbling pot on the stovetop– “some fried fish with dipping sauce,” –a small mountain of breaded fish nuggets on a plate– “and I was just about to check on the blackberry pie in the oven!”

A took a starstruck pause before darting back, out of the kitchen workspace. “By all means,” they said, “do check on that pie! This all looks amazing, and the smell is making my mouth water.”

“I’m excited for you to try it,” B mused, opening the oven and retrieving what A could only call a work of art. The dough cover was cut and braided in an intricate pattern, surrounding a bear pawprint with a heart cut out of its center. B looked up at A, now with a matching blush. “I’m sorry,” they said, “is that too corny?”

“Not at all!” A answered at once. “You were thinking of me when you made this, weren’t you?”

“I was thinking of you the whole time!” B said. “That’s why today was so much fun.” They smiled. “It’s all for you.”

As A drank in the sight of the beautiful foods, their stomach seized the moment to let out a monstrous growl.

“Sounds like someone’s eager,” B said, giving their belly a pat.

“Just hungry as always,” admitted A.

“Let’s get eating, then!” B replied. “I’d say to start setting the table, but I think an armchair and TV tray might be better for this meal. Comfiest is best, right?”

The house was still quite chilly. Thus, as B brought dishes out to the living room, A built a fire in the fireplace, and retrieved a blanket from the couch.

“Get nice and cozy,” B commanded, placing the grilled salmon, napkins, silverware, and a tall glass of cranberry juice onto the TV tray next to A’s armchair. They themself perched on a smaller chair, and gestured proudly to the arrangement. “Your throne, my love.”

Carefully, A sank into the seat arranged just for them. B spread the blanket atop their lap, and a napkin thereupon.

“How are you feeling?” B said. “Warm, cozy, and ready to eat?”

A let out a deep breath, relaxing all their muscles and succumbing to the feeling of softness all around. They felt utterly held by the chair, the blanket, the aromatic dish of their favorite salmon, and B’s patient gaze upon them. “You’re the best,” they said softly. “And yeah, I’m ready.”

Reaching for their salmon, they dug in, paying no attention to their speed. The food tasted amazing. No sooner could a tender hunk flake off the bone than it would pop into their mouth with ravenous relish; A wasn’t sure they could stop if they tried.

“You were hungry,” said B, face aglow in the firelight. “That’s my hungry bear. Fill yourself all the way up; don’t hold back a bite.”

A was halfway through their second fish, when they finally breaked, looking up at B. “This is absolutely wonderful,” they gushed. “The honey’s so sweet, and the dash of spice is just perfect, and each little bit is grilled to –HIC!”

Their whole body seemed to squeeze around the hiccup as it burst from their mouth mid-sentence. “Oh dear,” they said faintly. “I… might have eaten a bit too fast…” As they sat there, fork clenched in hand, another hiccup popped out of them.

B leaned in, affecting a frown as they gave A’s chest a rub in the area of their diaphragm. “Why don’t you have some juice?” they said. “That might help.”

A obeyed, trying to hold their breath as they swallowed down some cold juice. Mid-sip, however, another hiccup hit them, causing their whole body to jolt. “I’m not sure it’s helping,” they said faintly.

“Well, that’s okay,” said B, continuing to rub their chest and tummy. “...You can wait for the hiccups to go away naturally, too. There’s merit in letting your body do as it pleases.” Something in their studied frown seemed to melt away. “Besides,” they said coyly, “all your body’s functions are cute to me.”

A was struggling to form a response to the flattery when their belly growled once again. “I suppose I’ll just –hic– keep eating,” they said.

Though the sharp edge was gone from their hunger, A still devoured the rest of the salmon in minutes flat. B’s gentle hands helped each swallow settle sweetly down into their gut, and they grew used to the interruption of hiccups through their feast.

Immediately after cleaning the plate of salmon, B swapped it for the very full dish of fried fish. This, A found, eating with their fingers, was still deliciously hot. The breading was crispy, and biting into each nugget unleashed the succulent juice of fresh-fried fish. “When’d you get so good at makin’ these?” they moaned through a full mouth.

“Just a little practice,” B replied. “I should make them more often, huh? You have that really cute look on your face…”

A tried to retort that it was B who looked cute right now, but the latter popped a fish nugget into their mouth the moment it opened.

A blinked, then hiccupped.

B grinned. “Don’t stop,” they chided. “Sate that hunger. Fill that monster of a belly.” Said belly squished beneath B’s fingers as they kneaded gently in, teasingly at first, then firmer, knowing just where to massage to help A’s digestion.

Carefully, A chewed and swallowed their bite of fish.

“That’s it,” B said, warm hands combining with the warmth from the fire. “Keep eating your fish, now, and I’ll go grab a nice, big bowl of that stew from the stove.”

A waited until B was out of the room, then paused their feast, pressing one hand into their belly. Right beneath their fingertips, their stomach churned, and up their gullet rumbled a low “bbbBBURR–hic!–RRRrrrpp…”

“Darling!” called B from the kitchen. “You better not be saving all your big burps for when I’m not there!”

Sauce dripping from the piece of fish still clasped in hand, A looked up in the direction of B’s voice. “Sorry…” they called back.

“I’d say the same of hiccups,” B said, strolling back into the living room with a big earthenware bowl, “but I know that might be a little harder to control.”

“Well–HIC!–, you’re here now, so I’ll do my best to treat you,” A said with a wink.

“How lucky I am!” B replied, voice equally flirtatious. “Now,” they said, sitting back down in their chair and balancing the bowl on their lap, “how are you feeling? Still just as hungry?”

A smiled. “Urp– Much less, thank you. Though I admit I could eat a lot more.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” B cheered. “I’m so glad all this food is going to such a good place. You’re gonna have the most peaceful hibernation ever, all curled up around that full belly…”

A let B praise them thus, looking up in between bites as they rapidly finished off the rest of the fried fish. “Ready for stew!” they said, body jolting with a pleased little hiccup.

After handing A the bowl of rich and hearty stew, B perched themself on the arm of the chair and wrapped one arm around them, gazing into the fire as A ate.

Though A was already cozy, the stew seemed to seep its soothing warmth into their very bones. The hiccups were not too bothersome anymore, merely soft little hitches that punctuated their sips, occasionally earning them a kiss on the head from B.

“You’re doing so well,” B hummed. “I hope you’re feeling good. I’ll feed you the whole pot of stew, if that’s what it takes to fill you up.”

With its autumn-primed capacity, A’s belly seemed to like that idea, in spite of the food already piled inside. A themself only chuckled. “Let’s take it one bowl at a time,” they said, then picked up theirs and drained its dregs. “Might I request seconds?”

“Absolutely!” said B, taking their dishes from them and scampering off to grab some more. The smell of the cooling pie drifted through in B’s wake as they returned.

“I can’t wait for dessert,” A admitted, looking down at their blanket-covered belly. “I’m finally starting to fill up, thanks to this delicious stew.”

“Hold on,” teased B, “if you’re just now starting to fill up, that means you’re nowhere near ready for dessert. Can you eat this bowl of stew for me first, my love?”

A obliged, taking the bowl from their partner and happily spooning it into their mouth.

“Your hiccups went away,” B said, almost as if disappointed by the fact.

A grinned, and wiped their face off with a napkin. “Got too focused on your cooking,” they said.

As they gulped down the rest of the stew bowl, however, they felt a tightness in their belly, familiar but missed like an old friend. They struggled to swallow the last oversized mouthful, before– “glp–HIC!”

“I jinxed it!” cried B, flopping forward and giving their belly a pat. “Lemme go get you some more. And if you’re good, and eat it all–” They poked A on the nose. “–I’ll let you have pie à la mode.”

“You really know how to –hic– treat a bear,” A said as B went to refill their bowl yet again. Washing their mouth out with juice, they felt the same press inside. Miraculously, they were full.

They yawned, and stretched carefully as to not bump into the tray. Their body felt pleasantly heavy, and they knew now was the time to relax. “Darling,” they said as B returned, “I’ll do my best to finish this bowl of stew, but I can’t make any guarantees.”

“You’ll finish it,” B assured them.

“I’m not actually sure if–”

“Yeah, you will,” they said. “You’ve got me here.”

“I appreciate your support, but–”

“Say aaah~” Alighting back upon their little chair, B held out a spoonful of stew to A. “Just gotta finish this, and then we’ll move on to pie. You’ve always had a pretty big dessert stomach, so I doubt some nice pie will cause any trouble. First, though–”

Obediently, A opened their mouth. A chunk of broth-logged beef squished on their tongue, suffusing its savory taste throughout their mouth. Somehow, food tasted better when delivered by B’s hand. At this tender acceptance, they let themself sink into the easy rhythm of eating the proffered bites, with time to savor in between each.

They relaxed into the feeling of food pushing out on their stomach, eased by the occasional burp, jostled by the occasional hiccup. It took a long moment thereafter to realize that B had stopped feeding them, and both hands were now tenderly rubbing their belly.

A blinked their eyes open, one at a time, then licked their lips.

“Ready for pie?” B whispered over the crackling of the fire.

“Only if –hic!– you feed it to me,” A replied.

“Oh, gladly,” said B. “Sit back and relax, and I’ll get you a nice big helping with ice cream!”

A may have dozed off a minute, for the next thing they knew was a spoonful of warm blackberry pie and cool vanilla ice cream at their lips, accompanied by B’s hand gently opening their jaw.

“Not many bears get this kinda treatment for their hibernations,” B was saying.

“Mmm–thank you,” A replied after swallowing. B had been right. The moment the sweet pie hit their tongue, their stomach burbled, yearning for more. A sleepy food coma, however, still clouded their brain, so they were grateful for B’s careful feeding and encouragement.

“How does that feel?”

“Hic–urrp– So good…”

“Ready for the next slice?”

A had not realized they had finished a slice, only in retrospect realized the warm fingertips placing a chunk of buttery crust between their lips must have been delivering its very last bite.

“Ready for anything,” A mumbled. “I trust you.”

“I’m proud of you for eating so much,” B said over the sound of their fork. “Settling down tomorrow should be a breeze. Just promise me one thing, okay?”

A swallowed a bite of pie, and grunted a little “hm?”

“Dream about me?”

Chuckling, A tried to lean forward, into the hand kneading into the rolls of their stomach, and B’s warm presence. “I’ll –hic– do my best,” they stuttered out, and shut their eyes. All the food now filling their belly was thanks to B. Of course they would remember them, even in their sleep.

“Good,” said B. They snuck a quick kiss atop their lips, then slipped in a forkful of blackberry pie.

#moray writes #stuffing #hiccuping #oh gnarly dictionary is saying 'hiccupping' can have one or two Ps; heres hoping thats the standardized tag lol

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thezoraprince · 1 year

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The Monthly Hormone Monster - Bazz x reader

“Request based off those tags from your update post lmaoo how about Y/N being on their period and being all snippy and whiny and angry at everything and Sidon/Bazz trying to figure out how to deal with it. I feel they’d have different but similar approaches to attempt to tame the monthly hormone monster lol and by the end of it Y/N is feeling better/normal and apologizes and the guys are just happy its over with lol” - @rocklover719

and here’s Bazz!!

i definitely relate more to this one. even on a good day, honestly :’)

(Sidon can be found here)

y/n - your name

Bazz was working

and here you were

at home

upset he’d left without giving you an extra kiss on the cheek

this time of the month always treated you terribly

but this time around…

it’s unbearable

your cramps are making you beyond uncomfortable

you’d never felt more nauseated in your life

you sat on the bed, sipping water and eating some fruit that Bazz had gotten to help with your cramping

when he arrives home, you pout and whine

“What’s wrong, my angelfish?”

and you frown, furrowing your brow at him

“I feel terrible, Bazz… I’m nauseous, my stomach hurts, and all I’ve done today is cry over the sun shining through the window…”

“Oh, darling…”

he sits next to you, letting you rest your head against his shoulder

“And, you forgot to give me an extra kiss this morning.”

he kisses your forehead

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

you huff as he apologizes

“I was running late this morning, and I had a lot of important tasks to take on. How can I make it up to you.”

but despite his apology, you keep your upset demeanor

“Well, I’d love my good morning kiss…”

and he kisses you

“It’s not morning anymore, Bazz…”

“H0w can I make it up to you, y/n?”

and you shrug

the whole day, you’re in a bad mood

of course he feels bad about not giving you that extra good morning kiss

even though there’s nothing to feel bad about, honestly

but you’re way too irritated to think rationally

he tries so hard to make you feel better

with flowers

with cuddles

hugs

cleaning

dinner

dusk is quickly approaching

Bazz has tried his best to keep you happy

and it’s been difficult

and while you’re getting ready for bed

he’s out like a light

you crawl into bed, not wanting to wake him

but you REALLY want to cuddle with him before you fall asleep

so you nestle in as close as you can without waking him

but

you’re irritated that he’s not waking up

and after a bit, you start feeling lonely

‘I know he’s tired, but…’

you start to cry softly

and even the thought of sleeping without being held by him first makes you feel more and more angry

Bazz wakes up to you in an almost rage like state

“Y/n, come here.”

he takes you in his arms and holds you so close

“Tell me what’s upsetting you.”

you sniffle

“I just wanted to cuddle with you.”

The next morning, he’s there

still holding you

he’d finally gotten a day off after what felt like an eternity

you both wake around the same time

and he kisses your lips so softly

“Good morning, my angelfish.”

you lay there for a bit, still in his arms

and he’s so chatty

acting like you hadn’t just made the remainder of his yesterday more difficult than it needed to be

“I’m sorry for acting out when you got home yesterday.”

and he listens, head tilted in slight concern

“I know I’m a handful during that time of the month, and I wish I weren’t. I’m sorry if I overstepped any boundaries, or if I made you feel—”

“Y/n, it’s okay. Yeah, sometimes it’s hard to navigate, but you can’t help that your hormones are all over the place.”

he brushes of strand of hair behind your ear

“And if you EVER need cuddles in the middle of the night, please don’t hesitate to wake me.”

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4joonkookie · 1 year

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Merry Nothing 🎄🚫

I hope you're taking it easy on yourself. Been seeing a lot of dread and misery on social media of people having to drive long distances and be with family they don't want to be around and the pressure of the holidays tanking people’s mental health. Let this be a reminder that we literally make all that holiday shit up and (easier said than done) you can do whatever you want and what’s best for you (or nothing at all!)

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Pairing: JK x Reader -> Chapter 7 of Cigarette Burns

Words: *sigh* another 4K

Chapter Tags: smut, fluff, holiday dread, pining (kind of), truth-telling, reference to f/f, truth or dare, mutual masturbation, o/c is kind of a pimp.

Notes: Fluffy, semi-holiday smut :) If you want pain, read any other chapter. Scroll to part 3 (III. 💜💜💜) to get right to the smut!

Summary: After a few (much-needed) months apart, you and JK reunite for a unique holiday celebration.

I. 💜💜💜

After waking up, you lay in bed scrolling on your phone when a call flashes on the screen.

“Hello?” You answer the phone to Jungkook. It’s early for him to be awake.

“Hey,” he grumbles.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, I just can’t sleep.”

“All night? What’s on your mind?”

“Just… holidays, you know,” he says. “I'm not in the mood for it all this year. I’m going to my parents later today and I'm awake, literally dreading it.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been feeling the same way.”

“At least we don’t have to go to two celebrations this year. Mom’s been hounding me to tell you you’re still invited to ours.”

“Would you feel better about going if I went?” you ask, more of a probing than an offer.

“No,” he says, confident. “I don’t mean it that way,” he adds after he hears himself.

You choose not to take offense. “Well, honestly, you dread it every year.”

“I’m over it. The schmoozing, the fake sentiment, the gifts. It's important to my family but,” he trails, heaving a sigh.

“I know. I told my family I'm staying at home this year. My mom’s letting me out of it out of ‘breakup sympathy’ or something, but I'll be catching shit about it until Labor Day.”

“What was your excuse?”

“No excuse. I just told the truth. I don’t want to do the same things I've always done that don’t exactly make me happy or that make me feel… dread. I’d rather do nothing or start my own tradition.”

“You can just do that?” he asks, legitimately shocked.

“I am,” you say. “You’re welcome to join me.”

He takes a moment to think. “Hiding away from our families? With you?”

“You don’t have to decide right_”

“I’m in,” he says.

You smile. Being with Jungkook is the only thing you'd want to stay the same. And you can have it without the pressure of anything or anyone else.

“Your place?” He asks.

“Yeah.” Your stomach turns with excitement. Though this opens a can of worms. “Ok,” you say sternly. “Ground Rules.”

He gives an endeared sigh. “Shoot.”

“No gifts.”

“Done,” he replies. “No trees, no ugly sweaters,” he adds. “What will we do?”

“We can keep the fun stuff. Eat, drink, and be merry.”

“I’m liking the sound of this.”

“One last thing,” you say, feeling your cheeks warm. “Are we having sex?”

He chokes out a laugh. “I hadn’t really thought about it since I got the invite,” he says. “Do you want to?”

“Well, we’ve been pretty healthy the past few months, and this could be a big step. Maybe we should talk about what could happen.”

He’s quiet for a while. “Are you afraid that you won’t be able to keep it in your pants?”

“Should I keep it in my pants?” you quip right away.

“Not if you don't want to,” he says.

“I’m just saying there’s a reason we’ve only met outside, in public, and sober because the moment we’re alone…”

“You know,” he interrupts. “If you want me to fuck you, you just have to ask. No elaborate ruse is necessary.”

“I hate you,” you say into the receiver.

His voice gets lower, softer. More confident. “I’m excited you’re thinking about it. And I know we’ve been super careful and thoughtful and healthy,” he mocks. “Maybe it’s time we get back to doing what’s natural.”

“So, sex, yes?” you try to confirm. “I’m just trying to not spiral. I don’t want to spend all morning anxious about it.”

“So, don’t. Let’s just go where the day takes us.”

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself you don’t have to run away from this.

“Is it light where you are?” you ask, changing the subject and looking out the window.

“I’m eight blocks away, so, yes.”

“My new place overlooks the park. The sunrise is pretty. You should see it sometime.”

“Maybe tomorrow morning. What time should I come over today?”

“No set time. Just when you’re ready.”

“I just need a bit to shower and break my mother's heart. What should I bring?”

“Whatever you want. Or nothing.”

Suddenly, a voice echoes from down the hall.

“Are you talking to me?” she says, peeking her head out of the bathroom.

It’s startling. You almost forgot she was here.

“No, I'm on the phone,” you say to her, pointing to the device at your ear. She nods and closes the bathroom door again. You hold your face in your hands. There’s no way Jungkook didn’t hear her. Something about it just feels like you don’t want to tell him.

“Who’s that?” Jungkook asks, curiously.

You spill the truth before your brain comes up with a lie too fast. “I_ went out last night. Brought company home.” And you’re glad he can’t see how red your face is.

“Wooooooooow,” he chuckles. “So, spill the details. Who is she? What’s her name?”

Your stomach turns at the mention of Jungkook’s probing. It reawakens old feelings and makes you feel possessive about someone you hardly know.

Wait… her name?

“That’s a great question,” you say, playing back the previous night in your mind, frantically searching for when she mentioned it.

“Scoring so many girls you can’t keep their names straight, huh?” he teases.

“I hate you,” you say again.

“Look, don’t let me interrupt you if you have company.”

“She’s leaving. She’s got plans with her family today.”

“Ok,” he says. “I’ll be over in a few hours.”

“See you then. You can let yourself in.”

II. 💜💜💜

You spend some time frantically cleaning. The place is brand new and not messy at all, but you can’t help yourself. The nerves follow you into the shower.

It’s been a couple of months since the wedding. You and Jungkook have taken careful walks and drank mindful coffees and had a few lengthy, friendly phone calls but not too late. You have keys and have seen each other's places during doggie drop-off, but haven’t been together, alone, inside four walls.

You both have mostly been spending time alone. Which is good. You can feel how your relationship has adjusted and semi-settled into this new, unknown place.

But he wouldn’t be coming over if you weren’t having sex, right? You couldn’t possibly not have sex if he stayed the night, right? Is that a good thing?

You miss him. Ache for him. Lately, you’ve been spending time thinking of your last encounter. How close you were. How you knew you wouldn't have him like this for a while again. Maybe ever.

Even just a kiss, that feeling of his lips on yours.

You shut off the water and hear the kitchen faucet running. Excited doggy footsteps on the tile floor. And something smells incredible. Jungkook is already here.

You spend time in the bedroom to make a difficult wardrobe choice. Simple and understated? Or something that says ‘yes, we’re definitely fucking today’? Or do you just walk out naked?

You opt to dress in something comfortable, take a deep breath, and exit the bedroom.

“Hi,” he says, approaching to hug you. You embrace and he gives you a festive kiss on the lips.

It makes you feel light. It’s old & comfortable and new & exciting all at once.

“What smells so good?“ You ask, as Jungkook sets a plate in front of you. “What is this?”

He shrugs. “I made it up,” he says.

You giggle, taking a bite. Everything he ‘makes up’ is a masterpiece.

“Good?” he asks, on edge.

“So good,” you reply.

A kiss and a meal from this man in two minutes and you’re in heaven. He gathers something from his bag and sits down next to you, placing 2 glasses in front. He holds a bottle of champagne and you give him the eye.

“What? Don’t act like I need to twist your arm to have a glass of champagne. We’re celebrating.”

You zip your lips. He looks curiously at the bottle.

“I probably should’ve brought more, huh?” He says, pouring into the glasses.

You shrug. “There’s two more bottles in the fridge,” you admit.

“That’s my girl.” He raises his glass.

“To a Very Merry Nothing,”

You click glasses. “Merry Nothing.”

III. 💜💜💜

Hours pass and you lay on the couch, catching up on a show you used to watch together.

“I did not see that coming,” he says, eyes locked on the black screen.

“How could you not? It’s so obvious!”

“How is it obvious?” he asks, turning to face you.

Your eyes dart down. “Well…” you begin to admit. “I guess it wasn’t quite so obvious to me the first time I watched it.”

“You finished it? Without me?!”

“We broke up. I can’t believe you didn’t,” raising your arms in defense.

“I couldn’t. I was heartbroken. It reminded me of you.” He playfully points his finger at you. “You’re heartless.”

You roll your eyes. And he strokes your legs where they’re draped in his lap. You take a deep breath and the air changes. Can just feel it.

“So, what now?” he says, dragging his hands higher up your thigh.

“Well, we’ve killed two bottles, eaten our way through an entire cheese plate, and finished the last season.”

“I’d like to point out, we’ve been together and drinking and semi-horizontal for several hours now and we’re still fully clothed. Just doing what’s natural.”

“You’re right,” you say.

“We’ve made more progress than you give us credit for,” he adds, scolding.

“You’re right,” you repeat.

“Truth or Dare?” He asks.

“Oh ok,” you scoff, knowing the idea could nose-dive you right into a mess.

“Come on! Good, clean, fun. It’s festive. And it doesn’t have to be sexual…all the time. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” you answer.

He thinks for a while. “What did you do with my black sweater?”

You remember the monochrome that used to be your shared closet. “I’m going to need you to narrow that down,” you laugh.

“The one with the felt stripes. It was kind of old,” he describes.

“Oh,” you say in realization. “I threw it out.”

“What?”

“It was just sitting in the closet. You never took it. It was hideous anyway.”

“I can’t believe you,” he remarks. “Heartless.”

“You asked.” raising your eyebrows. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” he opts.

“What did you do with the ring?” He’s quiet for a while and it’s good to know where the nerve strikes. “It’s ok, whatever you did, I'm just curious. Even if you sold it, I wouldn’t call you ‘heartless’ or anything.”

“I still have it,” he nods. “I’m not quite ready to let go of it yet and… that’s all I'm willing to say about it.”

“Ok,” you nod.

“And you’re not ‘heartless,” he says, combing hair behind your ear. I like this nothing-but-honest-confidence thing. It’s sexy.” He smiles. “Truth or Dare?” he asks.

“Truth.”

“Do you still talk to Taehyung?”

“Right now, no.” You sigh. “But I'd like to. I… really hurt him and put him in a shitty spot. He was destined to be the roadkill on the you & me highway and I just let it happen. I want to apologize to him. I just know right now, it would be a selfish gesture.”

He nods. “Will you tell me when you’re going to talk to him again?”

“Yes,” you say. “How does that make you feel? That I might talk to him again.”

“I hate it. But I understand,” he soothes. He pats your thighs with his hands. “Ok, something fun now.”

“Truth or Dare?” You ask.

“Dare,” he picks.

“Take off your shirt,” you say. And he does quickly. excited.

“Truth or Dare?” he asks, eager.

“Truth,” you say, teasing.

He sticks his tongue out at you. “How long have you been thinking about us having sex?”

You scoff. “Dare,”

“Oh, come on.”

“I said dare.” You shrug.

He sits back, smug. “Ok. Just this once you can switch.” A mischievous grin crawls across his face. “Show me what you have underneath your clothes.”

“What?!”

“Or you could tell the truth.”

And he knows he’ll find the same truth behind both doors. You could jump him now, and make it clear where your mind was. Or, you could show him your expertly paired bra & panties that will illustrate the same fact.

You stand and lift your sweatshirt over your head, toss it over his face. He removes it with a goofy smile, eyes taking you in.

“I knew it,” he smiles. You approach him, standing in front of where he sits on the couch. He looks up at you, taking you in.

He slides his fingers under the straps of your panties. Over your ass, feeling his breath at your hips.

“You got all dressed up just for me?” He whispers.

“Well, I had to be prepared,” you say, running fingers through his hair.

“You could’ve been naked,” he remarks, his bright doe eyes looking up at you.

“I considered that,” you say honestly. “Truth or Dare?” you ask.

“Dare, please.” he says, gripping your ass.

You hand your glass to him. “Pour me another without spilling?”

“Will you go wait on the bed?” he says, low and soft.

You nod. He stands and walks to the kitchen and you’re glad to have a moment. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as you meander to the bedroom.

He returns, placing the glass on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to you.

You both face each other, propped on your elbows on the bed.

“Truth or Dare,” he says.

“Truth,” you reply, frustrating him.

“Are you dating?”

“No,” you reply.

“Women?”

“I’m having fun with women,”you say, eyes darting down.

“Having sex with women?”

“Yes,” you say, feeling your defenses come up again.

“Any fun stories?”

“None that I'm willing to share.”

He nods. “Can I ask why?"

“I'm not comfortable sharing anything about a woman with you. I won’t lie about it… but it will be a while before I want to tell you everything.”

He nods in realization. “Fair enough. Can I ask again another time?”

“Of course,” you say. “What about you? Have you been dating?” you ask.

“One more thing,” he interrupts, holding up his finger. “Men?”

“Is that important to you?”

“Yeah, that's why I asked,” he says.

“No men,” you offer.

You roll your eyes at the way he’s been holding his breath, waiting for this answer.

“Sorry, that was a sigh of relief you just heard.” You stay quiet. “Don’t give me that look. I hate the idea of you having sex with other men. Sue me.”

“What about you? Having sex with anyone? Women? Men?”

“Yeah, allow me to introduce you,” he says, holding out his hand.

You laugh. “Nothin, huh?”

“Not that I've tried.”

“Why not?” you ask.

“I figure it’s for the best for a while. I was spending some time… burying my emotions in sex. With you and… others.”

“How many others?”

“Is that important to you?”

“Yes, that’s why I asked,” you mimic.

“You… Her,” he mentions under his breath. “and a couple more indiscretions after the wedding.”

You nod, accepting the truth.

He laughs. “I must say, I feel like a real loser now.”

“Why?”

“This whole setup was a lot sexier when I thought you were as desperate as me.”

“Who says I'm not?”

“You just busted last night. "

“Says who?”

“What, no-name didn't get you off?”

“No. It's not always about that. I got her off and I like that.”

“I like these details,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Did she even try?”

You give him a little shove. “Yes, shut up, it’s hard. You've had years of research and practice.”

He chuckles, getting closer. “Well, is there anything you miss? Do you ever think of me? Miss how we did it?”

“Of course,” you say, and his eyes beg for you to go on. “Let’s just say there is an itch that only you can scratch.”

“Have you ever had a date with your hand thinking of me?” he laces your fingers together, kissing the palm of your hand.

“Yes,” you say. “My hands and a few other choice tools.”

“How often?”

“Often enough,” you quip.

“Truth or Dare?” he asks.

“Dare,” you say, indulging him. “Wait, it’s my turn_”

“Show me what you do,” he ignores, focused on his mission. “Touch yourself.” His breath has quickened.

Your tummy turns, filled with butterflies. “Why would I do that when you’re right here?”

“Baby, I promise I'm gonna fuck you until that pretty sunrise comes through that window, but we’re trying something new, right?”

“Ok.” You pause, sitting up and taking a shaky breath, unsure what to do.

“Look who’s suddenly shy,” he coos. “Come here.” He pulls your body toward him so your back is pressed to his chest. His back is propped on pillows and he can reach around you from behind. He kisses your neck, down over your shoulders and you feel yourself start to sink in.

You cover his hands with yours and guide him to touch. He feels over your skin, dragging between your thighs, and grazing over the fabric of your panties.

His light touches gain more pressure and you watch his fingertips press into your skin. He glides hands up and gropes your breasts, taking a deep breath and humming as he exhales.

He’s no longer under your guidance, but you don’t mind. You rest your hands on his legs as he touches you.

His hands slip under the bust of your bra, filling his hands with you, fabric pulling taut. When he pulls them out, he lowers the straps and unhooks the bra.

One more squeeze of your breasts and he moves down between your legs. You take control of his hands again and press them there, rolling your hips against him.

“Like this?” he says, pressing down harder.

“Hmm_” you hum. He brings his hand to your panties and pulls them to the side, eliciting a little gasp.

“Don’t rip them,” you scold, remembering your time in the closet.

“Take them off,” he instructs. You do, sliding the lacy fabric over your thighs and around your ankles.

He parts your knees, leaving you lewdly spread in his lap.

“So pretty.” He gathers from where you’re wet and drags fingers around your lips, avoiding your clit, leaving it cold and aching. He surprises you with his middle finger sinking inside, holding you in the palm of his hand.

You try to get control again, grabbing his other hand, wanting to bring it where you need it most.

“Uh-uh,” he says, over the ruse and wanting to be in control.

“You said I should show you,” you say, breathless.

“I changed my mind,” he protests.

His two fingers pushed up inside pull out and drag up with pressure out of your entrance and over your clit, then back down the same path before sinking them deep inside again. Again and again he does this, feeling the deepest part inside you and rubbing over your sensitive clit, until your knees are buckling again.

He uses his free hand to open them more forcefully, keeping you exposed.

Now, just the pads of two fingers brushing over you, not too fast or slow, just the right speed to be squirming beneath him as he whispers filthy praises in your ear.

Can feel his cock pressing into your back as he rolls his hips into you.

You turn over, one step from mounting him, eager to get his cock inside before he halts your hips.

“More of this,” he says, fingers still working on you. You move a little closer, straddling his thigh.

You reach down to pull his cock from his sweatpants, grazing fingertips over his cock. At least, what you can reach from this height. He jolts at the gentle touch, using his free hand to grip your hip.

You moan at the way his skillful fingers move on you. You lower yourself onto the bare skin of his thigh so you can properly grasp him and relax your body. He groans at the first full stroke of his cock.

You reach to the bedside table for a bottle of lube and pour drops over his shaft. You spread yourself over his thigh as you stroke him, finding your hips beginning to roll. He wastes no time and snatches the bottle to pour over the estate you’ve claimed on his leg, making everything that much more slippery.

Your eyes roll back from the friction his warm, muscular thigh provides. It covers, rubs, and presses against every centimeter of your pussy.

“I can’t believe we haven’t done this before,” you manage through shaky breaths.

You keep your strokes even and strong, pushing down on his balls and letting his tip drag through your fingertips, hand gliding over him. His head falls backward.

“Stop,” he moans, removing your hand from his cock. He exhales, so close already. His tip is dripping. Leaking and red. So hot to see him this way, hungry and eager. “Why is your hand so much better than mine?” He pants, letting go of your wrists. He pulls your arms over his shoulders.

He takes a break, placing both hands on your hips and watching you. You grind on his leg, sliding back and forth on his smooth skin.

“Does that feel so good?” he taunts.

You can only nod and grind your hips faster. He flexes his leg, pushing up, and the pressure builds in your belly.

Mischievous laugh. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Just like this?” He taunts, slowly palming himself again. It’s sexy. You’ve hardly ever seen him touch himself like this with eyes locked on you. The images he gives fuel you.

You match your hips with his stroke, drag your lips between your teeth and let it wash over you, moaning as it pulses through you. He gives your ass a spank when you come.

You dismount him with shaky legs and he lays you flat on your back, still palming himself at the sight of you. You take over again, twisting and turning your wrist over him, loving having control of him like this.

He reaches between your legs and fingers, still giving your oversensitive pussy attention. The stroking is lewd. Lubed and wet. His eyes are glued to your hand, enjoying himself.

“Baby_” he moans. “Baby, I’m gonna come, fuck,” and his fingers go still inside you.

White ropes of cum spill over your tits and tummy again and again as you stroke and wring him dry. He pants and spreads the cum with his fingers, painting your chest and swirling it over your nipples. He presses his fingers to your lips and groans as you suck them clean.

He lies next to you and kisses you, grabbing some clothing nearby to wipe you up.

He lays his head on your chest. “Missed you,” he says, one more gentle peck.

“Missed you,” you reply.

He spoons behind you as you both come down, looking out the window.

“Of all the things I thought we might do today… this was not on the list. We hardly got your pants off,” you joke.

“Well, we have plenty of time before sunrise.”

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safetycar-restart · 9 months

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Oh those fabio thought, i need sleep so bad but all i can think of is bestest boy himbo fabio.

Like theres so many pictures of him on having like hotgirlsummer vibes, just him on a boat with you and wearing nothing but his collar and sunscreen. Lying in the shade on the warmest and sunniest parts of the day as you edge him, getting dressed to go to dinner and him not having to think even out around people,just chilling and folöowing you.

Also re clothes would ds au Fabio be into lingerie? Weve established hes got several collars to mixand match with his outfits, but does he like wear your panties or more like lingerie made for men? Cause fitting issues. Hed look very pretty in lace. And painted nails.

Cheers and soon zzzz🏍 anon

After the fucking chaos of today’s sprint, I think we all need some soft smutty Fabio thoughts (also I’ve been in such a Fabio mood lately lads please keep indulging by sub!fabio obsession).

Firstly, Fabio THRIVES on holiday with you. He insists on getting at least a few days with you alone, so that he can be shamelessly horny with you on a boat. He must be horny with you on a boat for at least 4 days during every break. Yes this is a requirement.

Absolutely adore the idea that he’s naked except for his collar. Honestly I think that’s fabio’s standard outfit at home with you? Or at least, it would be if Andorra wasnt so fucking cold all the time.

So when it’s just you two in a boat somewhere sunny and warm? Clothes are absolutely optional. Bonus points if you decide to sunbathe topless because Fabio will lose his fucking mind.

And of course he must have sunscreen on!! You carefully monitor how much time he spends in the sun and how much sunscreen he wears, never letting him spend too long in the sun when the sun is at its peak and making sure he waits for the sunscreen to settle before he goes in the water, etc.

If you weren’t there this would never get done. But because you’re there and you’re his Dom and you’re telling him what to do and putting on sunscreen for him and praising him for listening…. Yeah he’ll do it. He’ll do literally whatever you say.

(Sidenote: you keep this up when all his friends join and this has the absolutely hilarious consequence of you accidentally ending up managing Tony’s sun exposure too because he just does whatever Fabio does)

But anyway, he’s very happy. He gets so much time in the sun and so much attention and it’s the best. You edge him throughout the day and even though it drives him insane, he absolutely loves it.

I also think he gives you head all the time? Just you and Fabio on the deck, Fabio eating you out and grinding against the couch you’re laying on. He’s completely naked and he’s got your swimsuit pulled to the side for access. You’ve got your hand in his hair and your leg over his shoulder and he’s in absolute heaven. Absolutely zero thoughts.

And then going for dinner!! He’s smiles all round the entire evening. He doesn’t even look at the menu because you make all the decisions and he just hands over the card at the end of the meal like the good boy he is.

And ok ok we need to talk about lingerie for a second:

I think it’s the one aspect of fashion that Fabio is actually insecure about? He’ll wear the most outrageous outfits that truly make your eyes hurt without a care in the world, but he can’t even hold a pair of panties without crying.

That being said, he wants to wear them!! So badly!! Specifically he wants to wear them for you!! He wants to match lingerie with his collar and present himself you like a pretty present for you to unwrap and play with.

But there’s something so… vulnerable about that fantasy of his? It’s not the same as wearing a ridiculous outfit because he thinks it looks good. This is…. This is about being pretty for his Dom. And he’s so scared.

I think you’d have to bring it up? Like one day you’re going over kink lists because you like to do that every couple of months to make sure you’re both on the same page. And to your surprise, Fabio stutters when you say feminisation. He’s never shown any interest before and he’s certainly never liked humiliation so you’re a little confused.

But slowly but surely he begins to open up about his fantasy and well… he’d look so pretty.

#sub!fabio #d/s au #fq #nsfw.#👗#🏍️#f!reader #soft soft vibes

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 1 year

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Everything is Temporary

Part Nine

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: breastfeeding, cursing, angst

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You spent the rest of the night getting up every two hours to feed Odette. Josh helped change her diapers and soothe her to sleep while you pumped. The next morning, you were exhausted. You could barely keep your eyes open. Josh noticed and offered to take care of Odette while you took a nap.

“No, that’s okay. You’re supposed to be leaving.” You say waving him off.

“Dammit, come on. You’re exhausted. None of your family live around here so they can’t come help you and your friends can’t come help until Odie’s immune system strengthens. I’m all you’ve got right now. Let me help. Put everything else to the side for now and let me help.” He says as he walks over to you and puts his hands on your shoulders.

You knew he was right. There wasn’t anyone else that could come help right now. So, with a sigh, you nod your head and say okay.

“This doesn’t mean that I’m saying that you can move in. This is just temporary, until she gets into a routine.” You say.

“Okay. I’ll stay until you’ve got a routine going with her. It’s temporary.” He says, putting his hands up.

With that, you go to lay down for a nap. While you’re asleep, Josh took care of Odette. Feeding her, changing her, holding her and rocking her. Even when she was asleep, he couldn’t seem to put her down. He didn’t want to miss a single second with her. Walking around the house, he hummed softly to her songs that he’d enjoyed as a kid.

“You are so precious to me. You are my most treasured person in the world. I have never known a love like the one I have for you.” He whispers to your sleeping angel.

You don’t wake up for another couple of hours. When you woke up, you felt so much more refreshed. But, you were engorged. Wincing, you sat up and looked down. You’d soaked through your nursing bra and shirt. Sighing, you got up and went to take the soaked clothing off and change into something clean. You put on a new nursing bra and decided to not bother with a shirt until you were done feeding Odette and pumping. Calling for Josh, you hear him start to come down the hall. Walking out of your room, you go to meet him so you take Odette and feed her.

“Woah.” Josh says when he sees you, eyes going straight to your chest.

Scoffing, you take your daughter from his arms and say, “I’m going to go feed her. Would you mind washing my pump parts?”

“Um— Oh, yeah. I can do that.” He says, eyes never breaking contact with your chest.

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you walk into her room and close the door behind you. She nurses for about a half hour before she’s satisfied. Putting her over your shoulder you start to pat her back to burp her. Once she lets you a few good burps, you swaddle her and rock her to sleep before putting her down in her crib.

Grabbing the pump, you leave her room, making sure to close the door back behind you. Walking into the living room, you see Josh sitting on the couch having fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake him, you softly and quietly walk into the kitchen to retrieve your pump parts. Once you grabbed them, you walked back to the living room and sat in the chair across from the couch. Sitting the pump on the side table, you start to put together the hoses and flanges. You get it all out together and hook everything up. Turning on the pump, you lay your head back to try and relax.

“Oh! Shit. I’m sorry.” you hear Josh say.

Raising your head and opening your eyes, you look at him confused. “What’s wrong?”

“I just didn’t think you’d want me to see you pumping.” He says with his head turned away from you.

“Josh, you’ve seen me nursing Odie. This is no different. You’re fine.” You chuckle.

“O-okay. So, are you hungry? I don’t think I’ve seen you eat today.”

“I don’t think I've eaten either. I’m actually starving. Would you mind ordering something and having it delivered?” You ask.

“Sure, no problem. What are you wanting?”

“I could really go for a veggie wrap and a milkshake.” You say.

“Veggie wrap and milkshake. Got it. Do you want an oatmeal bar too? I saw online that those are good for milk supply.”

“That would be great actually. Thanks!” You say with a smile.

Josh orders the food and it arrives just as you finish pumping. As you put away the breast milk, Josh puts the food on plates and takes it all to the kitchen table. Putting the bags in the freezer, you turn and walk over to the table and sit.

"Thank you for the food. How much do I owe you?" You ask.

"Nothing. You just pushed my child out of you, you'll be eating for free and getting whatever you want for the foreseeable future." He says before taking a bite of his veggie burger.

You smile and laugh, "Well thank you."

The two of you enjoy your meal in a comfortable silence. When you finish your food, Josh takes the plates and takes them over to the sink.

"I think today went pretty well considering it was our first full day home." He says, turning back toward you.

"Yeah. It went well. Thanks for letting me catch up on some sleep. I didn't realize how tired I was." You say.

"It's no problem. Glad I was here to help." He says, giving you a pointed look.

You roll your eyes and say, "It was nice to have you here. Hope it stays that way."

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Going out

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: swearing

- Summary; you go out with team Diaz, as a family friend……

Y/N POV

We where standing in a night club, celebrating Chris his win. Nate got me a sweet alcoholic drink. They where hanging around the bar. I was dancing a bit with Chris girlfriend. “Can I ask you something?” “Yes.” “Which of the brothers are you really dating?” “None of them.” I said while laughing. “Oh your not?” “No, I’m a childhood friend of their Sister Nina.” “I’m sorry, I always thought you dated one of them.” “Nah is cool, I hear that a lot tho.” “Yeah, you guys are close.” She smiles at me. “We always been like that.” She nods. “Don’t worry, we’re cool.” “Good, didn’t mean to offend you.” I shook my head. She excused herself and walked to Chris. I looked around and saw Nick watching me. I smiled and walked towards him. “Hey.” “Hey.” He spreads his arms out, just for me to come closer in his personal space. “Are you having fun.” “Yes, are you having fun?” He nods and took a sip of my drink. “Damn this is sweet, who gave you this?” He made a disgusting face. “Nate gave me this, it’s okay.” “I don’t like it.” I laugh. “Okay, then order me another drink.” He nods and turns around to order me another drink.

I felt dizzy, but okay. “I’ve had enough for today.” I said while holding my class of soda. “Girl me too.” Chris girl said giggling while leaning against the bar. Nate walked up on me from behind, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him, while faking the guillotine. “Your drinking a soda?” He grabbed my drink away “Nate I’m drunk, I need this.” I said while trying to get it back. “But I like drunk y/n.” He whispered in my ear. “Nate.” He gulped down my drink. “Sorry was thirsty” he let me go and walks up to Chris. ‘That basterd.’

I was walking next to Nick, he was holding me steady. “Don’t move to fast..” I grabbed him by his other arm. “How much did you had.” “Too much Nick, too much.” My head was on fire, My stomach was empty and I was getting tired. “I’m hungry.” Nick smiled at me. “You sure you want to eat something?” “Yes.” We all agreed to eat somewhere.

Nate walked me to my room, Nick following behind. “I’m fine, you can let me go.” Nate laughs. “You sure you don’t need help.” “No, thanks.” I tried to push Nate out of my room. “What you’re doing?” “Get out.” He laughs. “Nate, leave her alone.” Nick said while standing in the hallway. “Okay, I’ll go, easy.” “Thank you.” I closed the door and started to change my clothes. Ready to go to bed and sleep this off.

I woke up feeling nauseous. I jumped up and stumbled out of my room, everything was spinning around. I walked into the bathroom and started to vomit in the toilet. Everything came out. Then I felt someone sitting down behind him, holding my hair out of my face. “Shh, it’s okay.” Nick was caressing my back. When my stomach was empty and I was done, I leaned back against his chest. “You okay?” “Yes.” I said with a small voice. “You want some water?” I carefully nodded. He reached back and gave me a bottle of water. “I’ve came prepared.” “Thanks.” I rises my mouth and spits it out in the toilet. “I hate this.” “I know.” I leaned back and took a sip. He was holding me close. “Your so warm.” “Wanna sleep in my bed?” “Yeah.” “Let’s get you back to bed then.” We both stood up and walked to his room. Nate sat up in his bed. “She not feeling well?” “No, just vomited.” I crawled in Nick’s bed. “I’m joining this sleep over.” I said while laying down. Nick laughs and joins me. “This sleep over was already over.” Nate says while laying back. I rolled over to Nick. He wrapped his arms around me as i lay my head against his chest. “Try to get some sleep yeah.” I nodded. “Thank you.” “No problem.” He closed his eyes as I looked at him. “I can feel you staring at me.” Nate laughs. “This is going to be a long night.” “I like this.” I snuggled up against him. “Just try to sleep.” I whined. “I can’t.” Nate laughs and looks up. “Come here, Nick is an old man, needs his sleep.” I giggled and crawled over to Nate’s bed. “Thanks, have fun you both, but please don’t make to many noises.” Nick turned around, facing the other way. I snuggled up against Nate. “Your cold.” Nate whispered. “Sorry.” I whispered back. His hands where caressing my back. He looked at me with a small smile on his face. Almost in love. “Why are you looking like that.” “I’m just looking if you’re okay.” I smiled and lay my head against his bare chest. “I’m okay thank you.” I felt him giving me a kiss on top of my head. “I always have your back.” “So do I.” Nick said while sleep was hovering around me. “Thank you guys..” as my eyes where closing, slowly drifting away into the darkness.

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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I love your stories so much! Can i request some hurt/comfort fluff with Cumulus? Again you’re really talented! Keep the great work 🧡

you're so sweet anon <333 haven't really written for Cumulus before, but I like to think she's that very sweet and concerned mother just wanting to look out for you

Okay, come on. Get up.

You’ve been laying in bed ever since your alarm had gone off, but you can’t seem to find the strength to get up and start getting dressed. So instead, you lay there and scroll through your phone, hopping from social media platform to social media platform. You let time dwindle away, trying to ignore the buzzing in your mind.

Cumulus: Are you up?

Your brows raise at the new text, your phone vibrating. Cumulus had always been the nicest ghoulette to you, always coming around to check up on you. You want to tell her you’re fine and that you just overslept a bit. But you know you can’t lie to her. You can’t disappoint her.

You: Just one of those mornings, sorry. I’ll be out… hopefully soon?

Cumulus: brt

Oh no. What have you done? You should’ve just told her you were fine. You didn’t feel like spilling your entire guts out to her right now. You sit up, tossing your phone to the side. Before you can get out of bed, your door is thrown open, Cumulus staring straight at you.

“Oh, honey.” She pushes the door shut behind her, crossing the room and to your bed. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, really.” You give her a smile. “I just… didn’t feel like getting up, you know? I-”

“You’re lying.” Still, her voice stays gentle as she sits on the edge of your bed. “You know we can tell and you know I worry. Talk to me, please?”

You let out a soft groan. “I just… don’t feel like doing anything today. I don’t wanna get up. I don’t wanna socialize with the other siblings. I don’t even wanna go to mass.”

“Aw, sweetie.” She gets closer, pulling you into her. Your head rests on her shoulder as hers is atop your head. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can talk to Papa and tell him.”

“I feel bad,” you mumble softly. “Like I’m even too worthless to get up and go listen to Papa read from a stupid book.”

“No, no.” She kisses your head, giving your shoulders a soft squeeze. “You’re just overwhelmed, honey. I’ve seen how much you’ve been going through.” She finally pulls away from you and you find yourself missing her heat. “Now, you stay right there and I’m gonna go talk to Papa.”

“Cumulus!” She stops when you call her name, her hand holding onto the doorknob. “Thank you. Really.”

She flashes you a bright smile. “Of course, honey.” And like that, she’s gone, leaving you all alone. You lay back down as you wait, your phone back in your hand as you resume your scrolling.

After about half an hour, you just assume she’s not going to return. That’s fine, you suppose. You could always just go back to sleep for a bit. But as you finally set your phone down, there’s a soft knock on your door.

“It’s just me,” Cumulus tells you as she opens the door. She’s holding a tray with food piled on top, that sweet smile returning to her face when she sees you. “You can eat for me, right? Just a little bit.”

“Yeah, I think I can.” You’re not hungry but honestly, you’re not going to tell her that. So again, you sit up and curl your legs back so she can sit comfortably.

“I hope you don’t mind I join you.” She hands you a fork and napkin. “I just wanna make sure you eat. And that you also have some company.”

“Thank you.” You give her a smile as well as you both start eating. It’s just something small: eggs, toast and some orange juice. You’re slow as you eat, but Cumulus doesn’t say anything. She just keeps a small smile on her face, tail flicking back and forth.

“You should come to our next ritual,” she finally says, catching your attention. “We would love to see you there.”

“I can try,” Really, you had thought of trying to go. “but you know how Sister can be.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about her.” She seems to light up. “You know how much she loves Papa. I can always talk to him and he can talk to her.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive!” She reaches out, gently pinching your cheek. “I just wanna see you smile more, sweetie. You got such a cute one.”

Your face heats up. “Thank you.”

The rest of your breakfast is in silence. When you’ve finally finished, Cumulus gathers up everything and slips off the bed with the tray in her hands. She bends down, pressing her lips to your forehead.

“You get some more rest, honey,” she tells you softly. “I’m gonna go get these dishes done. If you need anything, you let me know.”

“Alright. Thank you, Cumulus.” You give her a smile. “I mean it. I really appreciate everything.”

“Just wanna make sure you’re happy.” She makes her way back towards your door, turning around before leaving. “Love ya, honey.”

“Love you, too, Cumulus.” And with that, she’s gone, your door closing behind her. The smile stays on your face as you settle back underneath your covers, phone in hand. You always did love spending time with Cumulus, though you rarely asked her to hang out. You knew she had her own life and worries to attend to. But it did make you feel good knowing she was always there.

About an hour later, your phone goes off again. Another message from Cumulus. This time, however, she’s sent you a good amount of memes with the message “Hope you’re feeling better” at the bottom with a little heart.

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