#also u can continue if u wanna love u !<33

[papermccn]

♫ 27 ( jessica && richard ) @hxartbreaker​- R U looking 4 me now by jazmin bean

“I know I was your best kill. " he added with a harsh tongue in tact, wiping away the blood still set on this tie. "must fuckin' suck for you that I can't die.. bullets don't do it either, just to get that out there.. -tell me, you bite everyone you just met? shouldn't you be on a leash?" he scoffed, anger still presence; he wasn't so much angry at the fact it was seemingly an attempt at his life.. but more or less at the fact he didn't care much for the mess it made. “ 

#kill tw #cussing tw #( richie replies ) #LMAo weird mashup but its ok #also u can continue if u wanna love u !<33

[tojisun]

biker!simon is slowly rotting my brain and i’m all here for it !! the way you write him makes me want to giggle and kick my feet 😵‍💫🫶🏼

so i just wanted to throw this idea out there…there was a tiktok video i saw (i couldn’t find it 😔) but it’s this couple on a bike and the backpack reaches forward and like…palms the the guy through his jeans and he holds her hand there for a sec and 👀 i just thought that fit for biker!simon

anyways !! love you and your writing

AHHHHH THATS SO HOT WHAT THE HELLLL??? no yea reader def does that <33 also? luv how u call her backpack!!! its such a cute nickname omgg!!! and thank u so so much my starlight <33 i love you too!

biker!simon mlist // suggestive - minors dni!! hinted exhibitionism bc simon n reader are nastily in luv!

you are simon’s good girl so, naturally, you usually don’t do this. but in your defence, it is dark outside, the roads empty except for sprinkles of other night riders that you two briefly share the road with.

it’s yet another late drive, you and simon having just left the meet up – easily one of the rowdiest you’ve ever been to. 

when you told simon how heedy you’re feeling from the buzzing energy, he laughed and told you that it’s even more packed this time because of the upcoming rally. you oohed and aahed, and simon fondly rolled his eyes at your obvious cluelessness before steering you past strangers to introduce you to his other friends – alejandro, rudy, and that one big guy who insists on being called konig. 

“nice to meet you katzchen,” he said, taking your arm up to bump it on the mouth of his helmet – something he never took off for the whole day. 

“nice to meet you too! although i didn’t quite catch that- what’s it that you said last?” 

konig’s eyes crinkled, his smile hidden by his helmet, before he let go of your hand and then disappeared into the masses.

what the fuck?

you turned to simon only to see him glaring at where konig used to stand. 

“si?”

“it’s nothin’, sweet girl. wanna come meet up with mactavish?”

simon slows down to a stop in front of a red light, one of his hands leaving his handlebar to reach back to your thigh. it is a routine at this point – simon’s hand caressing your leg, gently massaging, his thumb pressing into tensed muscle, before squeezing once, twice, three times, before pulling away to hold his handlebar again once the light turns green. 

it is a routine, but it still makes your heart jump to your throat, feeling the way his palm leaves burning trails at each glide. your arms tighten around his waist and you are sure that simon felt the way your breath hitched, but he continues on anyway – teasing touches gaining purpose, sliding up-down, before gripping whatever flesh he can. you bump your helmet to his back, a muffled whine sitting in the base of your throat, feeling your lungs wobble at his touch. 

then, he hikes his hand up higher – this is new, something simon has never done before. has never dared to try, especially on the open road.

he tickles his touch up, kneading your muscle until his hand bumps into the swell of your ass. he gives it a squeeze, just a quick pressure, then he rips his hand off now that the light turns green. he revs his bike as a warning – just enough that you tighten your arms around him again – before speeding away, acting like he didn’t just send heat coursing through your veins.

you feel his stomach contract, muscles moving underneath his shirt, and-

oh. 

simon’s laughing.

the haze in you shifts, snapping into something playful. teasing.

you wait until his silent chuckles dissipate, pretending to still be overtaken by his slyness and making him think that you are still unable to move on. well, perhaps there is truth to your lie because yes you are unable to move on, but you hope to hell he wouldn’t be able to as well.

he takes a right turn, his bike dipping close to the asphalt, the sound of his engine purring beautifully, and you think: this is it.

time to reward your big boy.

your touches start off slow. gradual. 

you loosen your arms around his waist, easing your gloved hands off from where they laid tangled together to plant the flat of your palms on simon’s stomach. you feel his abdomen jump, not anticipating the shift in your hold, and you bite on your bottom lip to smother a giggle. 

simon tilts his helmeted head, confused, but you ignore him, busy mapping the hard muscles of his abdomen with kitten-light swipes. one of your hands rises up to caress his chest, swiping a hand between his pecs before falling back to his belly. the other – and this one makes you breathless too – falls to his lap, rubbing at his thigh before swiping it towards his pelvis only to swipe it back out as though you weren’t close to cupping him through his jeans.

your chest vibrates with something guttural and it takes you a heartbeat to realize you were not the one emitting the sound. it was coming from simon, a sound so deep it reverberates between where the two of you are pressed.

the chuckles leave your lips this time around, unable to hold it in anymore. unconsciously, your hand grazes the half-formed tent underneath his jeans, and simon does that rumbling sound again that just heightens your elation.

you are still reeling over your mini revenge that you don’t notice simon taking a new turn, his bike roaring as it speeds through narrow roads and into a dimly-lit and certainly abandoned parking lot.

what-

“si?” you ask, confusion rising when simon turns his engine off before tapping your leg to signal you to get off.

you do, clamouring up, eyes wide as you watch simon follow. he pulls his helmet off and straps it on his bike before twisting his body to face you.

his eyes crinkle, glinting with something dangerous, and you know he’s grinning underneath his balaclava. desire shoots through your spine, realizing where he’s going with this.

simon laughs, seeing the way you straightened up, alert even when something carnal thrums within your veins.  

“that’s right, princess,” he rumbles, his voice thick with want, as he unbuckles his belt. “y’r gonna finish what y’started, aren’t you?”

you nod, already pulling your helmet off your head and wobbling towards him on weak knees. simon takes your helmet from you, his hands brushing against yours, and just before you can kneel down in front of him, simon coos, “knew you are my good girl.”

#suns.f #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #suns #luvr-bunnyy #ask #AHHHHH HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE MY LUV

[synthetickitsune]

angst 16 and fluff 32 with jeonghan please? and that will be my last one haha i'm just so happy that your requests are open. and i just wanted to say thank you so much for your service really, you are legitimately one of my favorite writers on here and i love your blog so much. also you're really sweet and friendly and i appreciate u! <33 have fun writing and don't put too much pressure on yourself, take care, love you 💖

aah, thank you so much!! it took a while but i hope you'll like this ♡

Jeonghan (Seventeen) | Scaring them + “It’s okay. I’m here.” angst/comfort | 0.9k | gn!reader

“I-”

“Shut up.”

You’re seething on the opposite end of the sofa, your knees hugged to your chest and your body so tense he’s afraid something in it might snap. He can barely see you in the faint light coming in from the kitchen. Jeonghan’s just helpless about what to do now.

He realizes, in hindsight, that the prank was stupid. You did mention you like horror movies, that you enjoyed being scared sometimes. Still, he should’ve known better and he’s angry with himself that he didn’t. It’s dark, it’s late, you’ve had a long day, and already had to walk through the dark streets, of course you’d be on edge, and then he jumped out at you from the shadows in your home before you could turn on the lights. 

It’s funny when Mingyu shrieks and pouts and complains, but he sees now it’s not so funny when you’re the one screaming and trembling, pushing him away when he tries to hug you and make up. You won’t even look at him.

He pushes his luck and cautiously moves to sit a little closer. You don’t pay him any mind so he monitors your reactions and continues until he’s sitting right next to you without really touching you. You glare at him when he opens his mouth, and from this close he can see the corners of your eyes are red and you look like you’re about to cry. His heart drops, and Jeonghan can’t resist the urge to hug you, to touch you, but he can slow it down.

To his surprise, you let him wrap his arms around you, you hug him back too, slowly uncurling from your previous position. He maneuvers you until his back is against the armrest and you’re almost lying on top of him, clinging to him with desperation that matches his own. 

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he whispers, tucking your head under his chin after he plants a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s not okay, because you’re here,” you counter. You have every right to be upset, he acknowledges, and he deserves this but it feels like someone is trying to crush his heart in their fist. 

“I know, I’m so stupid,” he agrees, squeezing you a little tighter in hopes you won’t push him away again.

“Extremely stupid,” you hiss.

“Dumbest person alive~” he sing-songs and while you don’t laugh, you scoff and that’s alright for now. At least you’re not struggling to get out of his embrace.

He holds you tightly and when you don’t say anything more, Jeonghan starts humming the melody as softly as he can. His hand rubs circles over your back, soothing you until the tension melts from your body. He closes his eyes and gets a little lost in the feeling of holding you, chasing away the unpleasant memory of you fighting against him, of you shaking in fear in his hold. That’s something he doesn’t wanna experience again, much less so when he knows it was his own doing.

But then you start moving and you want him to let go of you - he can’t stop the quiet whine that spills from his lips. You pause and everything is still for a moment before you sigh.

“I just want to see you, Han,” you explain and pull away just enough to look at his face. He gives you an apologetic smile, adjusting his position so you’re both comfortable and he can keep holding you. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally gets to apologize. He nearly melts when you shift in his arms just so you could put your forehead against his. 

“I know you are,” you accept, “So I hope you won’t-”

“I won’t. I’m never doing it again, I promise,” he quickly reassures you, and the only thing that stops him from pulling you flush against his body again is your hand against his chest. You frown seeing how quickly he freezes.

“I just wanna see you when we talk,” you tell him again and he quickly agrees, settling against the pillows again. “I’m not leaving, Jeonghan.”

He nods with a sigh and brings one hand to your face, gently stroking your face. “I’m just really sorry I scared you so much. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” you press a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

He hums, and you know he won’t listen to you, so you make a note to remind him again tomorrow. For now, you think you both just need some time. You talk some more, ask each other about your days, and when he starts getting too distracted, you snuggle closer to him under the excuse of being tired. 

Nobody is as doting as Jeonghan, more so when he knows he has something to make up for. He cuddles you for a few more minutes, careful to keep you nice and warm, rubbing your arms and back and whispering in his soft voice. He helps you to bed, tucks you in and gets you anything you need - glass of water, a little snack if you get hungry during the night, he sets up your phone to be charged. But just one word from your lips and he’s under the covers with you, holding you again. When he promises to protect you, you know you’re as safe as you could ever be.

#seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #svt scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan fluff #drabble #comfort #requested

[b1mbodoll]

(sorry for my english)

what do you think about sunghoon pissing on/in reader??

he'd gaslight them to make them think this is the only way he'll forgive them for even looking at other guys. it could be all intimate and reader could be totally up for it BUT hoon could also make it so humiliating, forcing reader to show everyone who they belong to..

“IN THAT CASE could you write hoonie pissing on your face to show you who you belong to ??? <33”

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: omorashi + degradation + manipulation + jealousy + humiliation

💌: i sort of combined these two asks bc i love this omg u dont understand, i love u guys and ur minds. also nonnie please dont apologize for ur english, its great !!! <3

“what the fuck were you thinking, yn? why would you let him touch you like that, don’t you love me?” sunghoon was seething, muscles taut and his hair a mess due to him tugging on it in frustration as he stared you down. “i do love you hoonie! promise i didn’t want him anywhere near me but he wouldn’t leave me alone,” you explained, tears lining your lashline because the thought of making sunghoon feel unloved was killing you. “please believe me! what can i do t’make it up to you hoonie? i’ll do anything, just-“ you sniffled, “just want you to believe me please.”

sunghoon was impossibly hard now, cock throbbing when the sound of your soft sniffles and whimpers reached his ears. you tried your best to stop crying but little did you know his plan was now in motion. “well, i guess there’s something you can do, but,” he sighed, “i don’t know if you’re up for it…’s okay sweetheart, don’t worry about me.” your eyes widened as you wrapped your hands around his noticeably larger one, “no! tell me hoonie, i said i’ll do anything. wan’ show you how much i love you.” well how could he say no to that?

“okay angel i guess we can try it out.. get on your knees ‘nd start suckin’ my cock.” you complied with his request immediately, not wanting to upset him even more. you noticed his cock was already leaking quite a bit inside your mouth, thinking you were making him feel so good he produced more precum than usual made you bob your head faster, gagging around his girthy cock.

your boyfriend was in heaven. your gags and moans causing vibrations around his cock that sent him over the edge, but not before he pushed your head down, your nose pressed right up against his pelvis causing you to choke a bit. “fuck yeah, doll, take this fuckin’ cock. this is what you get for letting others touch what belongs to me.” you squeezed your eyes shut as tears continued sliding down your cheeks, the warm stream of sunghoon‘s piss hitting the back of your throat was too much for you, nails digging into his meaty thighs. he let go of your head when he finished, squishing your cheeks together to watch his piss leak from your sore mouth.

“look so fuckin’ pretty, angel, you’re nasty aren’t you? look at you clenching your thighs, god, you’re pathetic. think that guy would still wanna fuck you if he saw you like this?” you were so humiliated, you couldn’t believe that sunghoon pissing down your throat turned you on this much. he let go of your cheeks to pet your head, letting you rest on his thigh. “don’ care about him, hoonie. promise i don’t, i’m yours. only ever wanna be yours,” you sighed, looking up at him with a pout on your lips. “i only love you, do you believe me now?” he smiled down at you, “i don’t know baby we might need to do this again sometime before i can forgive you.”

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.the honeypot #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen #park sunghoon #park sunghoon x reader #💌.omorashi #💌.degradation #💌.manipulation

[vaguely-yandere]

can I please get some more “what i would love to see is the Big Bad Yandere who acts like they're going to chop off your fingers, your toes, beat you black and blue, anything to keep you with them, turns out to be the most pathetic, submissive little thing you've ever had the pleasure of meeting and boy, are you lucky!”

Like the idea of a Yandere who is self aware enough to be embarrassed and hates it but still goes weak in the knees and pathetic for their darling <33

Maybe darling for boys their jacket one day or something and Big Bad Yandere finds it and uh 👀

Or more details on them making a mess of themselves in private masturbating to the thought of you after you bump or brush into them </3 o and what would cause them to cum in their pants in public.. how long of a touch? Do they ever do overstim training like sensitive Yandere? Like the idea of them pushing themself to their limits out of frustration >:) like how DARE you make them feel this way <3 ok and this is kinkier so u can ignore this but maybe they go out with their holes plugged as “training” but then they bump into you and :)

Maybe for a later on scene they ride ur thigh frustrated and desperate but immediately cream their pants when you bounce your leg <3

Also could I be 🐓 anon?

yes yes!!! also.. big bad yandere is one of my favorites!!! so cute and embarrassed!

i just know big bad is a kinky fucker!!

i can already see you maybe snapping at them or acting so sweet to them, touching them, maybe its hot, god its so hot and they just got back from a workout in a barely concealing anything tank top and you notice them and your eyebrows shoot up.

"wow! i had no idea your arms were so big! can i touch em?" you're wearing fairly revealing clothing as well. shorts, a tank top, a crop top if you wanna kill em and your just a bit sweaty, not overly so, but they can see a few drops dripping down, a few wet marks on your clothes and all they can do is dumbly nod, holding their arm out to you and the heat from your finger tips squeezing their bicep goes straight to their junk and face but they just cant move.

"woah!! youre so strong!"

'youre so strong!'

those words replay in their head over and over as they desperately touch themselves, panting, whining, cursing under their breath as they buck into their hand, just an absolute mess. their bicep still tingles where you touched it and they end up avoiding you for a few days afterwards. i mean, how can they even look you in the eye after moaning out your name and begging you to touch them more or fantasizing about you fucking them!?

while sensitive yandere knows they wont be able to get intimate with you without cumming prematurely, big bad yandere refuses to accept their hyper sensitive fate. where sensitive yandere has overstim sessions, big bad has endurance sessions! sensitive tries to fight the overstimulation that comes with orgasming multiple times so they can continue to pleasure you while big bad refuses to be humiliated by cumming early so i can definitely see them trying to have an endurance session, getting called out to do something and, well... maybe walking around with a toy in them isnt such a bad idea! no one will question it and you arent even there! but you were called out too. and they need to work with you. something simple, maybe cleaning, but its pure hell for them.

their hyper awareness from being around you is only amplified and instead of it causing them to yell more often, to snap more often, it makes them surprisingly quiet and avoidant.

and you! youre smart. you notice how hot its getting in the small room. how they occasionally groan, how heavy their breathing is, how their eyes squeeze shut, how hot their skin is if you catch them off guard and touch them... they have to be sick! and very embarrassed about it. they have their entire image based on being unshakeable so you imagine getting sick is a hard hit to their ego.

"sit! something is obviously wrong with you!"

'oh god no. please no, please, i dont know whatll happen if i sit down please dont make me please darling'

"wh- fuck you! nothing is wrong with me!! im fine! lets just get this over wi-" their words get stuck in their throat when you grab their arm and move a chair over to them, completely unable to fight when you force them to sit down.

the toy is pressing right against the perfect spot, you're so close, you're getting closer, youre touching them, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!

the second your hand touches their forehead, your legs grazing theirs, their legs snap shut along with their eyes, face burning with shame as they have the best orgasm of their life while you're almost completely unaware but as they come down from their high, panting heavily, eyes half lidded and foggy, legs slowly spreading back open, you finally see that they arent sick at all.

"oh... why didn't you just say so? i couldve helped you."

oh god yes

#big bad yandere #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #asks #🐓 darling #yandere smut

[spiderfunkz]

i saw ur recent post and now hear my out *drumroll* tasm peter parker teaching an S/O how to skateboard/skateboarding dates with an S/O <3

✧.* dirty converses

— summary : it's a boring sunday afternoon, so peter decides to take you skateboarding.

— pairings : tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : fluff, established relationship, a kiss, reader almost falling whoops, pet names, not proofread.

a/n : *drumroll* here it is!! sorry it took so long butttt i hope u enjoy it <33 also i am no skater so sorry for any mistakes abt that.

peter has always loved skateboarding, it's something he can use as a distraction from everything, something he can do to feel some sort of freedom and joy.

ever since uncle ben gifted him his first board on his 9th birthday, he's been skating almost everyday. especially on sunday afternoons, the day where all the homework and essays are finished, the day where there are no chores due, and the day where he can just relax and skate till his legs go numb.

and now it's another sunday afternoon. peter's walking to your house, with a small flower on one hand, and his skateboard on the other. he's been dying to teach you how to skate for longer than ever, and when you finally agreed to learn today he did not hesitate to walk out of his house and run to yours.

you were waiting near the steps outside of your house, playing with the laces of your dirty converses. maybe you should get new, clean ones. you wait for a bit.

peter arrives, grinning from ear to ear. "hi, i uh got you this." he hands you the small flower. "for luck, in case you fall and break your ankles." he jokes — "you're mean." you reply as he helps you stand up.

"do you wanna just skate here? you're neighbourhood seems nice." he asks, "or- or we can go to the skate park." — "i could go for a walk to the skate park." you answer, peter smiles.

the walk was nice. you kept the flower peter gave in your pocket, a few petals peeking out. you felt the warmth of peter's hand and the cool breeze of summer.

the skate park was quiet, a few kids who were there left a few minutes later. "at least no ones here to see you fall." peter teases. "are you saying i'm gonna fall?" you reply. "no, because you have the best teacher of all time." peter smiles, teeth showing. you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone.

peter helps you balance on the board first, his hands holding your waist gently, making sure you don't fall. "just relax, i got you." peter reassures. you balance carefully on the board, peter's hands letting go slowly.

"see? you're a natural, we can go to the basic's now like pushing off and stopping." he continued. peter demonstrated the move, you carefully try and copy it.

but i don't think falling was part of the steps — "careful there!" peter caught you as you were about to fall, he helps you get back on your feet. "it's alright, everyone falls on their first try." he attempts to cheer you up.

peter continues to guide you and help you through all the basics of skating. complimenting you every time you did a step correctly.

"see? i told you you're a natural, bubs." he kisses you on the cheek.

you continue to spend the afternoon with peter at the skate park. sitting near the ramps, you see peter skate from afar. you watch how his hair falls perfectly in place, how the glow of the sun beautifully captures his movements, you watch as he lands a trick, giving you a smile and a thumbs up before walking towards you.

he sits next to you. the sun begins to set, casting a warm golden hue over the skate park. "did you see the trick i landed there?" he pointed, "yeah! you should teach me that sometime." you suggest, "i will, you've gotten really good at this you know? i had a really good time with you today." peter remarks.

"i had a really good time with you too, pete." you smile.

sunday afternoons might be your favorite now.

#tasm #tasm fluff #tasm fanfiction #tasm x reader fluff #tasm x reader #tasm x you #tasm x y/n #tasm!peter #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x reader fluff #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm peter parker #the amazing spiderman #the amazing spiderman fluff #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter x you #tasm peter imagines #tasm!peter imagine #tasm imagines #tasm imagine #spiderman #spiderman x you #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x reader #marvel #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker

[elysiumarchieve]

could you write a one shot or head canon of al haitham or diluc reacting to you taking off your ring during a fight? it could be a wedding ring or promise ring! i wanna feel my heart get ripped out from angst but end it with fluff <3 love u

ly2 <33 and it's someone else than scaramouche ALAS, not that i mind i love everyone sm

i only did alhaitham because i feel like i can't write diluc😭

taking off your ring during a fight

warning: you two fight, kaveh is mentioned like twice i think?? alhaitham can't read the damn room

✧ alhaitham deals with any situation thrown at him with logic - personal feelings aside, it's more important what must be done and not really how others might feel about it

✧ he's always been more of a loner with his personality not being the,, kindest, so to speak. rather, instead of calling him rude, he's just blatantly honest and somewhat ignorant to how others might feel about the things he says (including you at times)

✧ this argument was a testimony of his ignorance. actually, both of you had no idea how quickly it escalated and why exactly you two have been fighting for hours

✧ however, there is something that alhaitham does whenever he feels like an argument is dragging itself into nowhere - he simply ignores whatever comes from your mouth, regardless of how harsh it might be and pretends to not hear you anymore the moment he picks up any random book

✧ he even had the nerve to tell you to finally tone it down as he wanted to continue reading his book that he had found, something that made your blood boil at his sheer audacity

✧ were arguments with him always like this? sometimes

✧ depending on what it was about, alhaitham reacted differently to the things you said or how he would continue talking to you (if at all)

✧ a fight or argument about different viewpoints? surely, he's open to hear you out. in fact, he loves nothing more but to hear you talk about your opinions as long as it was based on actual facts and logic (he'd probably even discuss the probability of the boogeyman existing with you if he wants to)

✧ however, petty arguments (the ones he already has enough with kaveh) are below his usual standard and he is not really afraid to let you see just how annoyed he is at your bickering. and that's also the point alhaitham would suddenly not respond anymore, simply sitting down across the room with a book in his hand and asking you to calm down, otherwise he won't talk to you until your normal again (his words)

✧ he isn't doing anything wrong in his eyes, in fact he believes that this is far more beneficial for either of you. you can simply calm down and do whatever you just did five minutes ago and he doesn't have to argue about petty stuff. it sounds so good in his mind, but the execution is always poor for whatever reason

✧ that day was no different. you knew what you got yourself into when you married alhaitham and you knew how narrow minded he could be, but there were moments in which his behaviour actually hurt

✧ talking to a wall at this point would be far more effective than to say anything to him, so with a loud groan you decided to leave the room for the time being and go outside for a long and well deserved break from your own husband. however, what you missed was alhaitham glancing above his book to watch you taking off your ring and he just,, raised an eyebrow

✧ are you serious? over this?

✧ for a few minutes, he would just watch silently. are you angry at him? so angry that you take off your wedding ring? he can't find any logical explanation to explain your sudden outburst other than the fact that you might disagree with him (obviously)

✧ alhaitham has somewhat troubles to read a room correctly and at first, he really wants to believe you're just overexaggerating this entire ordeal - what he didn't see was that this behavior of his had bothered you for quite some time and not only this time

✧ you can't tell that he's almost overanalysing your every move, and his book is suddenly closed and disregarded on the small coffee table next to his seat - if you would've noticed him, you would've jumped from the sheer intensity in his eyes

✧ "i'm leaving. i don't know when i'm coming back."

✧ it was only then when you were almost ready to leave and you still made no move to put it back on that alhaitham would finally get up with a strange look in his eyes, waltzing over to you with such intensity that it almost caused the ground to vibrate from his heavy steps

✧ at first you're confused by his sudden action and you almost snapped at him for sneaking up on you like this, but one glance down to his hand revealed that he was holding the small golden ring in his other palm, his hand from his wrist slowly sliding down to take your hand into his own

✧ "don't leave. i'm sorry."

✧ and yet, despite the usual coolness to his tone, you could tell he was somewhat distressed about this (much to your shock). considering you even received an apology from him was enough for eyes to grow softer at the sight of alhaitham

✧ whatever anger had been left in your body dissipated within seconds upon seeing how gently he placed the ring back onto your ring finger, a relieved sigh leaving him after you explained to him that you actually only took it off to wash your hands before heading outside

✧ he merely sighs at that and minutes later you're in his arms, reading his book until you eventually fall asleep on his chest (you didn't even bother trying to understand whatever was written in that book, but as long as it made him happy...)

✧ he silently curses you knowing very well that kaveh will waltz in in about half an hour and complain about the two of you - he might as well just move out if he's bothered by that

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #headcanons #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham best actor 3.2

[chemo-n-vicodin]

heyooo, i saw that you are looking for requests 👀 im think something like the reader is exhausted after a long day and alex comes home after spending the whole day at studio so she tries to make him comfortable (like cooking for him and stuff like that) but nothing is working out and shes just on the verge of a mental breakdown because os exhaustion and frustration so Al takes care of her (idk im sleep deprived) (also its ok if you dont feel like writing it) Anywayssss, have a nice day :)

hii !!! im sorry this took literally forever HELP also i made it fluff i hope you dont mind, hope u have a nice day too <33

alex turner x gn!reader

(i imagine this as early sias/coconut hair alex, but the era isnt really described in the fic so u can imagine whoever)

warnings: reader breaks down; kinda angsty in that sense ? but reader gets comforted; ending is fluffy though

when alex comes home, he usually finds you in the living room, watching tv or summat, or playing with your cat milo. you’re usually there, welcoming him home with hugs and kisses and the warmth you always bring him, but today, the house was quiet when he came home.

he calls your name once, twice, before going into his and your room to check if you’re there, maybe just resting or reading.

when he goes inside, he doesn’t expect to see you laying on the bed, hugging a pillow tight, on his side of the bed, with milo also laying near you as you slept. when he takes a closer look at your resting state, he doesn’t expect to see tears drying on your cheeks. he tries leaving the room to let you rest for a while, but you wake up before he can, milo also getting up and leaving.

“al? hi, baby,” you yawn, checking your phone, “fuck, is that the time? i’ll go get dinner cooking,” you mumbled, getting up and walking to the kitchen. alex looped his arm around your waist, pressing a quick peck to your lips before asking if everything was okay. “okay? yeah, why wouldn’t it be, baby,” you mumbled again before continuing to walk to the kitchen.

fifteen minutes pass by and you haven’t made anything for your and alex’s dinner yet, your mind seemingly so preoccupied with other things that you can’t even focus on making two simple dishes. you don’t know what you’re doing wrong, but you just can’t get the soup to taste right, and you don’t know why the chicken isn’t cooking properly.

alex comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, your head leaning into his chest as you tried turning up the heat for the chicken.

“babe, i don’t think you left the chicken out to thaw for long enough,” he tells you. and it bothers you. it bothers you that he’s right and you didn’t even notice. now you’ve got a frozen half a chicken sitting on the hottest frying pan in the world, and when you check the bottom of the chicken it’s already a little burnt, with flecks of black scattered across it, and you don’t know what’s wrong, why you’ve burnt dinner, why you can’t just focus, why you just can’t seem to do anything right —

and suddenly alex is holding you in his arms on the kitchen floor, tears flowing out of your eyes as you cry. cry about what exactly, you wonder. the half frozen half burnt half a chicken? the soup that tastes so peppery because you’ve accidentally added so much black pepper? the fact that it felt like everyone and everything kept pushing your buttons today, even the poor old lady at the crosswalk who moved a little too slow that you got left at a red light?

sometimes, everything became too much.

alex let you lay in his arms for as long as you needed, even after the tears subsided and were reduced to sniffles. he hugged you even tighter then.

“you okay now, love?” you nodded against his chest. “you wanna go back in bed?” you nodded again. you turned to switch the stoves off, but he’d already turned them off without you noticing. he lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, “then let’s get you back to bed.”

--

you don’t know how long you’ve been laying in bed with alex, but you’ve definitely calmed down since he brought you to bed. your head is still buried in his chest as you’re playing with his hair and he rubs your cheek with his thumb, his touch more soothing than anything else in that moment. milo comes up to the bed and lays on your side, playing with your tummy, also somehow soothing you.

”better?” you just nodded. “sorry i was at the studio all day, love... if you want me to stay with you, you can tell me and we can do whatever you want, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“thank you, baby,” you whispered, slowly falling asleep in his arms, “i love you,” you mumbled before you fell asleep.

once he was sure you were asleep, he kissed your forehead again, milo purring as he pet him.

“i love you too.” he followed you to sleep.

#AHDJDHFKGJ #first writing post in *checks clipboard* MONTHS ??!!?!?? #acts surprised... even though i know ive not been doing anything about it.... um.. #ANYWAYS #i hope u like this bella !!! #mine: writing #alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner fluff #alex turner fanfic #idk what tags ppl use anymore bru #fluffy alex #fics: alex #requested #tee hee

[kisses4kaia]

omg i love ur writing sm<33 since there’s quite a few fics where charlie is a sub i was wondering if you could write some smut where he’s in control instead? also thank u for doing god’s work and writing abt charlie since there’s such a shortage in fics abt him :,)

omg thank you for the kind words and yes !! yk it’s hard work , carrying the entire charlie walker uprising on this app on my back😔 JK I LOVE IT AND YOU GUYS !! fem! reader , nsfw , pet names , etc , etc .

princess🎠- c, walker ,,

as you lie on your back, naked, tied up, on your bed, you begin to wonder how you even got yourself into this position.

well, it started as an innocent takeout dinner on the couch with your boyfriend. you settled on your favorite movie of all time '10 things i hate about you', and well, charlie hated it.

"see, heath ledger's great and all but, it's totally confusing," he claimed. you snorted at this. "oh yeah? how so?"

"i mean, joey, the popular guy, wants to take out bianca, the popular girl. however, bianca's dad won't let her date unless her freak sister, kat, does. and so popular guy joey goes and pays delinquent guy patrick to take out freak sister kat so he can take popular girl bianca out?"

and he's not done.

"plus, patrick serenades kat to what, gain her trust? i just don't get it," he spoke at the iconic scene.

"no, dummy. obviously, you haven't been paying attention. he serenades kat to apologize to her," you said. "i didn't hear the words 'i'm sorry' anywhere in those lyrics," he said, matter of factly.

"okay, party pooper. you win," you rolled your eyes in retort. "i'm sorry, i know you love this movie," he apologized.

you laughed. "no biggie. and plus, i still owe you something for making you watch this absolute masterpiece of a film, so? what's it gonna be?" you looked up at him expectantly.

he seemed to think for a second before his eyes darkened. oh, he had something absolutely wicked in mind and you knew it.

"i want... to be on top, in the bedroom, tonight," he admitted, looking down and playing with his hands as if he was scared you were going to say no.

you smiled. "that's what you want? even wanna tie me up and everything?" you said, your smile evident in your tone. he looked up and nodded.

"well, lead the way, sir." the name made his stomach flip and his dick twitch. he had never jumped off of the couch so fast.

you followed him into the bedroom and his lips immediately found yours. his hands roamed your body and grabbed everywhere. your breathing became heavier and suddenly it seemed like you just couldn't get close enough to him.

he broke the kiss to speak. "take off your clothes and lay down on the bed," his breath was still in the air.

"yes, sir." you grinned widely at him as you obeyed his instructions. you were slow and teasing in your movements.

he tolerated it once you finally finished and laid your back on the soft mattress.

his eyes wandered over your body seemingly a million times. his gaze pierced through your skin and made you slightly self-conscious.

he removed his belt first, walking up to you and taking your wrists in his hands. "is this okay?" he asked softly before you nodded. "words, baby," he spoke again.

"yes." you verified. "yes, what?" he continued. "yes, sir." you corrected yourself.

"good girl."

he used the belt to restrain your hands onto the headboard.

the clothes that once hugged his body were gone quickly as he hovered over you, pressing a sweet, passionate kiss to your lips. he kissed down your neck, leaving a few wet spots in their wake.

his lips soon found the sweet spot on your collarbone he had grown to know oh so well. the sweet sounds that pulled from your vocal cords hardened his cock impossibly so.

"oh my god, char," you breathed out as one of his large hands found your breast. he twisted and pulled at the sensitive peak, loving the squirm of your body beneath him.

you felt so hot, like you couldn't get enough air in your lungs when charlie began kissing down your body, stopping at where you needed him the most.

his middle finger dragged down your torso to your slit, running it up and down, teasing your entrance multiple times. you tugged on the restraints.

"please," you quietly whined. "hm? what was that, princess?" you moaned at the name. "fuck, please, charlie." you begged, lifting your head off of the pillow slightly to lock eyes with him.

"since you asked so nicely," he said before pushing the digit inside of you.

little choked whines and whimpers escaped your lips as he curled the finger and pumped it in and out of you. "so good, please don't stop," you moaned as your eyes shut in ecstasy.

he continued his work on you until your moans increased more and more in volume. "fuck, i'm almost there!" you almost shouted before he sped up his abuse on your cunt.

he was unrelenting in his need to make you cum. he even added his thumb, circling it around your clit. you threw your head back onto the pillow behind you as your mouth fell open in pleasure.

your orgasm approached faster than you'd expected. "go ahead, doll. cum for me," he permitted. it took nothing else to make you unravel. he spoke you through it.

"shh, you're doing so well for me. my good, good, girl."

he goes to remove the belt from your wrists, and you actually begin to think the nights through. you try to sit up before he pushes right back down.

"oh, sweetheart. you thought tonight was over? we've only just begun, pretty girl."

tags; @themostintellectualblonde @dreamtofus @wannabe-indie-sleaze @insanelycrazyanddelusional

#nonnieees💗 #kai's got mail <3📑 #charlie walker #rory culkin #charlie walker smut #sorry if this has mistakes im finishing this at 5 am i havent slept #scream #scream 4 #🧸 anon #kaiaaa where the hell you been loca ??? (i disappeared for like a week so sorry I've just been flooded with uni) #charlie walker fanfic #kaia writes charlie

[blue-jisungs]

okok 33, 50, 76 for the first uhhh thinf i think prompts... 2, 3, 20 for actions 🤭 i tried to pair thrm up HELP also i think i wantttt lee know ml THANK U AXE SLAYYY IM SO HAPPY FOR U OM OGMGOGMF

grumpy

a/n. MWAH THANK YOU!! ILYSM <333 I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT :D

lee know was grumpy for the whole week. you didn’t know what happened because he avoided talking about it. and even though he acted like he’s fine, you could clearly see his annoyance when a minor convince appeared or his coffee didn’t have the desired amount of sugar.

but you, being the amazing girlfriend you are, decided to risk a bit and cheer him up (even if there was a risk of getting your arm bitten off).

"lino!" you called him and right away heard his soft steps. you didn't have to wait long until his head peeked out from behind the corner. he just sent you a confused stare. "wanna cook dinner together with me?"

if you didn't know him that well, you wouldn't notice his gaze softening. but, lucky for you, you did.

"whatever. i was bored eitherway. what are we having?" he asked, coming closer. his steps were still careful, like a curious but cautious cat.

"i was thinking some rice, pork and kimchi? your mom gave me some homemade kimchi so we can also use that" you hummed and he tilted his head. again, cat behaviour.

"my mom gave you her homemade kimchi? when was that?" he asked, coming up to you.

"when we went over to dinner at her place. it was a week ago. i know you’re getting old but…" you started and saw that a frown appeared on his face. was that the reason of his behaviour for the whole week…?

his hands on your waist made you stop thinking about it for a while and you looked him in the eye.

"what?" you asked, not able to control the growing smile on your face.

"i’m not old. bang chan is" he hummed and gently reached for your hair to tie it in a ponytail.

"mhm. before we start cooking, i have a request" you said and when he was done with your hair, you looked up at minho. his gaze was full of love, thumbs drawing circles on your hips.

"and that is?" lee know asked, faking an annoyed tone.

"kiss me" you grinned, moving your hands onto his shoulders.

"say that again" he finally broke, sending you a warm smile. there he is, your lover boy.

"kiss me, old man–" you broke into a chuckle but his soft, plush lips shut you up. he tasted like coffee and vanilla but you didn’t mind at all.

when he leaned away, he rolled his eyes.

"you’re a menace. now let’s cook because i’m getting hungry" lee know said and let go out you, starting to take out the ingredients from the fridge.

you decided to chop some radish and started humming something whilst searching for a knife. you weren’t aware that your boyfriend’s gaze was glued to you, his heart melting into a puddle. why and how are you so adorable?

his eyes focused on your hands as you worked on cutting the vegetables. then an intrusive thought made him came up to you. he slowly grabbed the knife and put it away just to place his palm against yours, which was way smaller.

"people say i have cat features but… this reminds me of a kitten’s paw" minho said softly, letting out a quiet chuckle. you just looked at him in disbelief and be continued to make your stomach stir with butterflies "take my hand. but here, like that"

he actually put his hand on top of yours and stood behind you. then he navigated you to grab the knife. when you did, you started chopping the raffish again but this time with lee know’s assistance.

"wait, we forgot something!" you gasped dramatically and lee know halted his movements. you raised yours and his hands up, pressing his onto your lips and placing a tender kiss on his knuckles "here we go. now let’s get back to work"

"aish…" he scoffed, cheeks reddening. good for him you weren’t able to see him right now.

actually your idea worked. lee know’s worries washed away. only if he knew that the reason of him grumpiness was his mom finding out he bought an engagement ring for you. because of that he was scared she’ll tell you. luckily for him she didn’t.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

what kind of flowers would satoru give u on valentines? how about suguru?

ANON…. what a cute question 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this was soooooo fun to think about……. my baby boys and their gift giving ways T_T………

ultimately!!! i think satoru would go for flowers that remind him of you (or just your faves / something classic), while suguru would put a lot more thought into symbolism!! he’s a flower boy to me :33 buuut if we’re being more specific…..

my spontaneous thoughts (<- this is a lie i spent like half an hour choosing these) are as follows!! as u can tell i got carried away instantly <33

satoru’s picks:

(pink) roses the classic choice!! it’s what’s on sale, what everyone recommends, so he just goes for it. HOWEVER!! he doesn’t wanna be too basic so he goes for a nice pink instead of the classic red :33 might even go for yellow roses because i firmly believe he’d associate that colour with you. the sunshine of his silly little life !! if he finds out that yellow roses symbolize friendship he’s going back to pink though LMAOO he’ll apologize for friendzoning you too as if he doesn’t regularly call you his bestie …. silly man. i just know he’d get the biggest bouquet of these ever too <33 a whole delivery of roses that completely block your front door so you’re kinda… stuck. with him & his love. lucky you !!

sunflowers kinda goes back to the forementioned point but i just feel like satoru views you as his sun :((( so when he discovers a fresh field of sunflowers he’s like !!!! wow !!!!! wowowow !!!!!! and buys a whole bunch immediately. he’ll be carrying as many sunflowers as he physically can, cradled by his long ass arms, bringing them to you with a big smile on his face <333 they end up reminding you more of him than anything because he’s just beaming when he gives them to you …. sunny sunshine man ,…… and that makes you love them so much more . you never tell him the reason why you suddenly adore sunflowers so much because that would be embarrassing + inflate his ego he would cry a little bit

lillies SENTIMENTAL SATORU HAS JOINED THE CHAT i just think he’s sort of drawn to lillies!! :< like i don’t necessarily think he’d be interested in the symbolism, lillies being associated with purity and whatnot — i think he’s just kind of mesmerized by them. their petals are silky and they smell so sweet and somehow he feels a little sappy to be carrying a bouquet of them around. nostalgic maybe; a little soft. like he’s your husband. even if you aren’t even close to that stage yet… (lillies can also symbolize commitment, which… yk). i just think it makes him feel oddly vulnerable LMAO he’s a loser. gives them to you with a soft smile and a kiss to your forehead <333 he thinks they look right at home in your arms.

suguru’s picks:

roses can’t go wrong with a classic!!! this is his spontaneous choice. the symbolism is obvious, and i think he just. likes the idea of being a rose guy yk… 😭😭 the kinda guy who gives you roses for every single special date !! makes sure there’s always a fresh bouquet waiting for you :33 personally i think he’s a basic bitch but he will continue to buy roses for you unless you tell him otherwise like he’s Very adamant abt it. true love!!! they symbolize true love!!! what else could he give to you? what else is there to say? he wants you to feel loved and special and when he can’t verbalize his love properly he knows the roses in his arms will do the talking for him <333 i think that in the beginning of your relationship your apartment is constantly smelling of roses because of this.. after a while he starts to chill out a bit and gives you other flowers, but you’ll never quite be rid of that floral scent.

camellias this is where he starts to get more creative. maybe satoru calls him basic or boring for always buying roses and suguru huffs and tells him to shut up but it still ends up bugging him LMAO… so !! he does his flower research <333 i firmly believe he would buy a whole book on flower symbolism JUST so he could pick out the most fitting bouquets for you.. he won’t tell you what they mean, though. just gives you a very fond, secretive look when you ask <333 (if you ever figure it out and he gets to see your cute blushing face, then that’s just a nice little bonus.) but yes!!!! camellias!!! a symbol of love and passion and inner strenght. i think he gives them to you with a sentiment of you being his inner strenght…. the reason he’s made it this far. camellias are also said to represent eternal love / everlasting devotion, because the calyx and the petals of a camellia always fall together… and i just think he’s weak for that. he’s like. that’s Us baby <33 but he doesn’t actually say it because that would ruin the subtlety of it all yk?? silly pretentious man…

forget me nots he’s a sentimentalist <333 i think i just associate him a lot with forget me nots bUT it feels very suguru to give you the most blatantly symbolic flowers he can find :’3 he’d give them to you in a small bouquet, but brimming with sooo many feelings and thoughts. the most obvious one is ”don’t forget me,” but i think he’d see it more as a symbol of trust and gratitude. and his own promise to never let you slip from his fingers or take you for granted :(( forget me nots symbolize both true love & devotion and i think that’s all suguru really wants to convey to you!! he’s in love, he’s devoted, you’re burrowed your way so far into his life that he knows he’ll never be able to forget you. and he wants you to know. probably makes it a habit to get you these for every truly special occasion because he never wants you to forget how loyal he truly is to you. sap

#i think suguru would be more inclined to gift u flowers overall!! he strikes me as a classic romantic #while satoru would probably only do it because he saw everyone else doing it.. or if you just happened to rlly love flowers!! #i just dont think he cares as much as suguru does abt romantic norms yk?? if u really really liked . idk. rocks or some shit #then i think satoru would get u a big bag of pretty rocks for valentines …. #he only cares abt what u want!! #and suguru too ofc but i think he’d make it a point to always get u the classic flower + chocolates + plushie combo .. #and then add ur personal preferences on top of that #they’re perfect and i love them :< #THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO THINK ABT TYSM ANON <333 #ask tag ✩

[unclewaynemunson]

hi i just found your blog and i’m in love with ur writing<3 imma stalk it, if that’s ok!! also, saw ppl can send writing ideas (u don’t have to do this it’s just something i like reading lol) and i see lots of angsty fics where steve is the one that fucks up and has to apologize but I also think eddie could fuck up too - so if you could right something angsty (with a happy ending obv lol i’m not made of stone) where eddie fucks up and has to figure out how to apologize to steve :) but like i said no pressure if it’s not something you want to do <333

keep up with your writing, it’s beautiful <33

Ohmygod this is such a lovely message, thank you so much <333 Seriously this really means sooo much! I hope you're having a good day, lots of love!

And YESSS i love this prompt! I started writing something and it completely got away from me so now it's getting waaayyy longer than i planned it to be, whoops. I'll give you the first part already and I hope to have the second (longer) part ready soon.

(also, i wrote this post a while ago which also has angst and eddie being kind of a dick so you might like that one, too)

XXXXX

'Do you know what day it is tomorrow?'

They're on Eddie's bed together, the two of them, not doing much – or rather, Steve's not doing much. Eddie, however, is tirelessly scribbling down ideas in his notepad to prepare for the next Hellfire meeting.

He looks up from his notes to look at Steve in disbelief, wondering if he's for real with that question.

'Friday,' he answers in the most scathing tone he can muster.

'C'mon Eddie, don't be a dick,' says Steve, but a small smile is playing around his lips. 'Can I take you out tomorrow night?'

'I have band practice on Fridays. You know that.'

'Yeah, but I talked to the guys. They're okay with skipping it one time.'

'Dude, I'm not gonna miss my band practice for fucking Valentine's Day.'

Steve frowns. 'You don't have to say it like it's a gross word, you know.'

'But it is a gross word, Stevie!' Eddie exclaims dramatically. 'Come on, you know just as well as I do that it's not for people like us.'

'Seriously?'

Eddie doesn't understand why Steve is acting so surprised. Honestly, what did he expect from dating a non-conformist queer metalhead, exactly?

'It's not even about romance, man! It's a conspiracy of the big corporations so they can capitalize off their ridiculous made-up heterosexual ideas of what relationships should be like. Nothing romantic about it, it's all bullshit.'

Something shifts in Steve's gaze. 'It's all bullshit?' he repeats, eyebrows arched into a frown.

There's something in his tone and in his pose, his arms crossed in front of his chest, like he's challenging Eddie, that makes Eddie feel like he can only double down on this now.

'Yeah. Complete bullshit.'

'Okay.' Steve nods, opens his mouth, then closes it again – seems to swallow his own words, before he continues: 'Okay, good to know. I won't keep you away from your band practice, then. Um, you know what, I should be heading home now.'

'I thought you were staying here for the night?'

'No, I changed my mind.' Steve doesn't look him quite in his eyes. 'I think I just wanna be alone. Get a good night's sleep.'

Eddie squints at Steve as he gets up from his lazy position on the bed to grab his shoes.

'Are you angry?'

'No, I'm just – you're probably right, I don't know why I even thought – never mind.'

But Eddie can't see Steve's face as he's ducked down to tie his shoelaces, and his voice sounds oddly strained. Steve leaves Eddie's room without so much as a kiss on Eddie's cheek and only stops in the living room to say goodbye to Wayne before he heads out into the cold evening.

'You and Steve okay?' Wayne asks after the sound of Steve's car has faded away. Eddie is still standing in the middle of the living room, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

'I... don't know,' he answers his uncle's question. 'He was being all weird about fucking Valentine's Day, can you believe that?' He lets himself fall onto the couch. 'What about this –' he makes a vague gesture at both himself and the room around them – 'could have ever given him the idea that I'd care about Valentine's Day?' It's impossible for him to keep the disgust out of his voice.

Wayne sighs. 'And did it ever occur to you that maybe he cares 'bout Valentine's Day?'

Eddie scoffs. 'Of course he doesn't care about Valentine's Day, he's –' Shit. The horrifying realization dawns over him and it makes so much sense that he wonders how he didn't see it right away. How could he have been so stupid? Of course Steve Harrington cares about Valentine's Day. And he probably planned some big romantic surprise date for Eddie and all Eddie said was that it was bullshit.

He groans and lets himself fall further into the worn-out couch cushions.

'That's what I thought,' Wayne comments dryly.

'Shit! Shit, shit, shit, I fucked up so bad, Wayne! How could I have known?! He's a fucking badass, I didn't think – Ah, damnit, I'm such an idiot!'

'Badass or not, if you didn't wanna be with some hopeless romantic, you been lookin' in the wrong place, boy,' Wayne says.

Eddie lifts his head up to take a look at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. It's almost eleven thirty. That leaves him with about eight hours until Steve wakes up on his own in that big empty house, on Valentine's Day, ready to start his day feeling completely miserable. It's time to switch into all-nighter mode.

XXXXX

(Update: read pt2 here)

#i feel like i didn't really deliver on the angst because you KNOW this is gonna be fluffy af #so sorry about that :( #but i hope you still like it maybe i'll try something more angsty later #writing so much christmas shit this month but here we are with a valentine's theme somehow #idk how i ended up with that honestly #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #fruity ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[heaven2me]

hii, could you please do a marcus rashford smut? it can be ab anything u want, thanku<33

heaven 2 you → marcus rashford

summary: marcus comes home from a tough

loss and you have the perfect thing to make him feel better

pairing: marcus rashford x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected p in v sex,praise, marcus being soft, not edited !!!

"ohhh,” marcus’ sigh was loud, his neck and shoulders relaxing as i massaged the tension out of them.

"that feels so good, fuck." a following moan vibrated through his chest also sending a vibration down my whole body, hands pressing a little harder into his tight muscles. your hands have not been on him for long and he'd already half sunk into the back of the couch, you settle your body in his lap for the best access. his eyes had slowly falling closed, a soft sigh tickling your skin when you leant in to kiss him along his jaw.

“y'need to relax more, marcus, you can tell during the match how tense you are. you still played so well baby." you nipped at his skin, still pressing firmly into his back, "let me take care of you." tone soft, just wanting to give him what he deserves after a long day.

marcus’ hands found your hips, smoothly dipping his fingers beneath the fabric of your skirt. “i wanna get a taste.” he pleads “not yet baby, i told you i wanted to take care of you first.”

"maybe if you weren’t so up tight all the time i wouldn’t have to hold you off." you mumbled, quiet, but loud enough that his heard your subtle remark.

“is there a but?”

"but i don’t mind doing this, touching you.”

“mhm?”

you tugged playfully on his earlobe with your mouth continuing the fore play, as you rigged at his ear lobe he tugged at your hips and slid his body beneath you. even from the staff you guys didn’t have much between you but at this point, there’s hardly anything. marcus has his shirt off but has a pair of shorts sitting low on his waist letting his v-line show, you now, wearing your short little skirt and just your bra. even with the material of your skirt you could still feel the heat of him. you rolled your hips, shifting to get comfortable but marcus moaned achingly as he knew what you were trying to do. his fingers gripped your hips so hard it might leave bruises but it’s ok, you find them hot anyways.

his head had fallen back against the sofa, eyes closed, lips parted on a pleased sigh and it was impossible not to not kiss the lips that were parted right in front of you. easing your tongue into his mouth.

his lashes fluttered open as you rolled roll your hips and he held your gaze, hooded and full of love. it was a battle of who would look away first, as you kept the slow pace of rocking into him. your underwear was soaked, you knew marcus could feel it too as you repeatedly rolled yourself onto him. you wanted to get rid of everything between you, wanted to feel him inside of you but, you couldn’t let him be in control this time. he needs to break under you first.

his grip on your hips had fallen to your ass, his hands kneading and using it to guide how you moved, to press you over him just a little bit harder. you could tell he liked going at that pace you were at and let you move at your own. the muscles in his thighs were flexing with the effort to not push up into you. his dick twitched against your clit when you circled your hips.

"y/n,” he was trying to hide his moan in a laugh as he finally broke eye contact, let his head fall back again. he pulled your hips back, stopped your movements and you couldn't hold back your whine of disappointment, the feeling that was in your stomach now gone, your fingers slid around the back of his neck, as you attempted to wiggle out of his hold. “marcus, are you kidding me,”

you weren’t done. the tips of your fingers leading into his boxers. you were in control tonight. you told him you’d take care of him.

you shifted back on his thighs, slipped your hand into his underwear and wrapped your fingers around his dick. stroking slowly, his breathy sigh and the way his nails dig into your ass, you knew you were starting off great. moving your hand up, the first brush of your fingers over the swollen tip had his jaw wide open and his thighs tensing so hard it gave you a shiver.

marcus moaned into your mouth and his kisses grew a little more desperate, messy and uncoordinated as he groaned into your mouth before he drew back, pulled his thumb down your bottom lip to stop you going in for more. warm breath fanned over your cheek as he blinked slowly you wondered if you looked just as fucked as he did. you didn’t care. the final straw was you getting his boxers fully off.

"take 'em off for me, babe." while you were standing he shuffled his boxers completely down his legs, kicking them across the room. there is no way to look graceful taking underwear off and you snorted looking at him. the laugh died off quickly when you straddled him once again, both of your hands against his shoulders for leverage. "take this off too." he tugged at the ends of your shirt and even tho you didn’t want him to be in control, within seconds you were both completely naked.

his hand clamped your hip and then he was pushing into you slowly. your pussy opening to accommodate his thick length. he helped you settle on him, until he was completely inside you and couldn't go any further. "there you go, fuck, i don't- you're so tight."

with his hands on your ass again you lifted your hips, let his cock slide halfway out before sliding down fast, adopting a slow rhythm, marcus let his head tilt back, let you ride him the way you wanted, you were so warm and wet, swallowing him completely and he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven when you dragged your lips over his neck. one hand held your hip, helped you rock against him.

“is this heaven to you?” you laughed

jude kissed your shoulder, slid the palm of his hand up your back and pulled you impossibly closer.

“yes,” he moaned “feels so good, baby. you’re doing so well for me. taking care of me just like you said, yeah?” his words of praise had made you somehow even wetter, the sound of marcus’ cock clapping into you loud in the room. your moans were growing louder too, marcus becoming a lot more whimpery, you both knew it was creeping up on your both, soon.

marcus moved little circles over your clit and your nails deep into the skin on his bicep, your other hand grasped so tight to his shoulder it was like your massage from earlier was still going. with burning thighs you rode him a little faster, his cock pulsing inside of you and you knew he was about to cum, his moans were breathy.

your pussy clamping down so tight around him you were surprised he could still keep going. you hadn’t realised you’d half fell into his chest and he was ready to cum the second he got you there.

“oh, i’m-“ you pressed your mouth to his and he swallowed your whimpery cries against his tongue, pulled at your ass with one hand to keep your rhythm going. the gush of wetness and tightening of your pussy made him groan, cock pulsing as he came. he filled you, both of you shuddering and moaning softly,

“fuck, baby, there it is. yeah, just like that.” marcus laying back against the sofa, his hand leaving your clit to hold both of your hips and slow your rocking. you were still gripping his bicep but your other hand was at the back of his head, nails scratching over him as you both tried to catch you breath. you finally came to a stop, his cum dripping out and making a mess.

he kissed the corner of your mouth and brushed his hand over the side of your face. you were both sweaty, sticking to each other almost uncomfortably but neither had any intentions of moving just yet. your body was still tingling from your orgasm, legs weak marcus asks

“can i get this treatment after every game?”

hope you enjoyed. request more for the future. i’m busy with school atm so pls be patient with me.

#marcusrashford #marcusrashfordxreader #soccer smut #football smut

[kaiserkisser]

mutuals appreciation post <333

hello, everyone. this is my end of year mutuals appreciation post to thank each and every one of you here, who has put up with me enough to be friends with me. I simply can't put it into words how much I love yall and how much im grateful to all of you for being here, but I'll still try. I wish all of you a very very happy new year ❤

@delusina kaz, thank you. thank u sm for everything. you were my first mutual and i love you sm for that. almost all the friends i have right now, they're thanks to you. i still remember sending you cat pics every week in the beginning (im sorry i forgot to continue that 😭) and you and vi are the reason ✿❀ anon exists <3 ilysmm <333

@floraldresvi VIVI. ILYSM. ik ive already sent you a new year ask but still i can never express my appreciation for you enough <3 thank you sm vi for literally always being there for me, and i hope i can return the favor whenever you need :) i lovelovelove seeing you in my notifs :)) also baivi rules <333

@chosokisser mai my bbg my love /p again, ive already mesaaged you, but still, im so glad i have you in my life. if you need absolutely anything, if you just wanna talk to smn, or anything, ill always be here. in fact, we can even commit arson together if you want :DD and remember that me and choso adore you to heaven and back <333

@haithamvoid again, thank you sm for being friends with me. <33 im literally so glad for the day i opened tumblr to find mai forcing us to socialize XD we seem to have a bunch of shared interests and i remember the times we sent each other a bunch of kaiser (and gojo??) pics ehehe (also if you play genshin then on which server-)

@damyoujackson uhm thank u sm for being my irl bestie. I mean it. honestly i dont think ive actually had a friend i clicked with as much as i did with you in a long time. ik its probably not easy putting up with someone weird like me so erm tysm.. in all seriousness im really glad we're friends <33 ( we do NOT talk abt this in school OKAY.) (<- me being awkward)

@noomon you are an absolutely amazing, warm and pleasant person to be around! (And i love your aesthetic too omg) anyways you're very caring and nice and i always perk up whenever i see you in my notifs or inbox <33

@mikacynth mikaaa its been agesss i hope you're doing alright and uni is treating you well </3 again, one of my first mutuals that i interacted with bc you were a 'mutual in law' of mine hehe :) you're also an awesome and fun person to be around, so remember that me and kaeya love u <333

@yinyinggie yingg! You're such a big blog, so thank you sm for interacting with me! you're totally wonderful, and im so glad i got to participate in the ebg hosted by you hehe that was SO much fun <333(and it hurt my heart too but nvm-) anyways ilysmm <33

@alexisomnias aaah alexisss we dont interact much these days but still, i love you so so much, you are someone i always love seeing on my dash or in my notifs <3 and i adore alekav too its so cutee <333

@kitorin omg yes soutaa you're another person who shows up on my dash often and i love that you do <3 i hope you dont mind all the times ive tagged you in smth ahshshdhb i also always smile whenever i see u in my notifs so thank u smm for being moots with me <33

also to @ilyuu @m1shapanda @supernova25 @chooodles @camvrin @meidnightrain we havent interacted much this year, but ive loved seeing you guys often on my dash so i hope we interact more this next year <333 please dont mind me tagging you dhshsh

Happy New Year to all of you!!!! I hope you all have all the joys of the world and that all your wishes get fulfilled, because you guys totally deserve it 💕

I found a little something too here that i wanted to share with all of you since i thought you guys might like it <333

#🔮rambles~ #🔮beloved-mutuals<333

[cat3ch1sm]

🥝| nothing here just uvo brainrot<33

🌱| also this story does mention blushing??? like ur face turning red???? 😐😐 if you're a person of color like me then just overlook it💔💔💔 im sorry

also AYO CAN YALL DROP PET NAMES OR THINGS U WANNA B TOLD DURING SEX? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YALL LIKE🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

"Your face is red."

You and a 90 percent naked Uvogin were sitting in bed together, both of your legs covered by a white sheet and your back slumped against the headboard, eyes closed. You and the massive man beside you had just had sex for something like the third time that week- although it was more like Uvogin pinning you down and doing whatever he pleased with you for an hour.

"Yeah, well, that tends to happen when you've had your head between my legs for an hour," you retorted snippily, thighs still quivering beneath the sheets.

Uvo let out a gravelly chuckle, tossing a burly arm around your slumped shoulders. "I didn't think you'd be so sensitive this time around, huh?" He nodded at your shaking legs, a self-superior smile on his face. "I just love how pretty you look when you cum in my mouth- and I got to see that look four times tonight."

Your cheeks heated up and your sex throbbed, still sore from how much you'd orgasmed that night. "God, you're annoying," you muttered indignantly, rolling your eyes and folding your arms across your chest. "You don't have to tease so much."

Uvogin's mischievous grin only widened, and with you still pouting, he covertly slipped a large hand beneath the covers, placing it on top of your bare thighs before sliding it over your swollen clit and rubbing it gently with his fingers.

Your eyes widened as you jerked your head up before clapping a hand over your mouth to silence the moan forcing its way past your lips. Uvo held eye contact with you the whole time, his smile spreading as your face grew redder.

You let out a tiny whimper, bringing your hand on top of Uvogin's. "Please- Uvo- I'm already overstimulated-" You knew you weren't going to last nearly as long with all the orgasms you'd already endured, and you already felt ready to fall asleep.

"Bold of you to assume I care," Uvogin retorted in a cocky tone of voice. "You're just too damn pretty not to fuck, babe." He slid a single thick finger inside of you, making you moan slightly as he began to slowly move it back and forth, stroking your G-spot with every thrust of his finger.

"Oh- ah, Uvogin- fuck-"

"And your whines are just the cutest thing," the burly man cooed, stroking your clit softly and making you involuntarily push your hips into his touch. "I just can't get enough of them- so how about coming a fifth time, huh?"

Uncontrollably whimpering now, you covered your mouth with your hand, chest rising and falling faster and faster. Desperately, you tried to push Uvo's hand away, but he remained firmly where he was, his pace only growing faster.

"Ah- oh, fuck, Uvo-"

"Think you can do it, baby?' Uvogin queried, voice low as he bent down and began to plant kisses on your neck despite the hickeys that he'd already left earlier. Tracing circles on your bruised skin with his tongue, he crooned softly, "Just one more time so I can hear those pretty, pathetic moans of yours."

"Ah- oh, fuck, oh- I'm coming-"

"There you go, baby. That's it," Uvogin praised as your juices flooded from your hole all over his fingers, your legs quivering. He continued to finger you to help you ride out your fifth orgasm, his fingers squelching inside your dripping pussy as he sucked just below your jawline, nipping at your ear occasionally just to egg you on. "There you go."

Uvo kept rubbing gentle circles on your clit until you finally squirted, moaning lewdly as your clear juices spurted from your entrance, drenching his hand entirely. Uvogin smiled, whispering soft praise in your ear as he kissed you, you moaning weakly into his mouth as you slumped against his shoulder, eyes already shut.

"Good girl."

#uvogin x reader smut #uvogin #uvo x reader #uvo x reader smut #uvogin x you #uvo x you #uvogin smut #phantom troupe x reader #hxh smut #hxh memes #hxh fics

[daisyful-gvf]

honey & chamomile, peaches & cream (part 2)

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pairings: jake x reader

tags: pwp, praise, sex toys, oral sex, kinda overstimulation, dirty talk

word count: 2.7k

notes: soo it was odd to write a follow up to a pwp bc there’s no plot to continue, but i tried!! i tried to keep the same jake and keep the theme of him spoiling you & being talkative. also this is vulgar again lmao. i hope u enjoy <33

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Your hips had begun to writhe again. There was no explaining it; you had tried to explain it to Jake. There was no sense in it. Maybe it was the moon, or some chemical, hormonal imbalance, who knows.

You were just insatiable some days.

Sometimes it was awful; in the middle of tour, or when you had work all day long. Today was not like that, though. This was lucky.

It was only saturday, and you both laid in bed, watching comfort movie upon comfort movie.

A thick, already damp towel laid at the end of the bed, and the toy sat plugged in on your nightstand. Jake’s hair was a mess, tangled and wet with god knows what at this point. He had already came twice, and you four times. His cheeks were permanently flushed; a lovely sight.

After about twenty minutes of squirming and trying to save some shred of dignity, you could no longer resist the longing.

You pawed at his thigh, and instantly a shaky breath left him.

“Yeah?” he murmured, tilting your chin up to look at him from where your head was lolled against his chest, “Again?”

You nodded, biting your lower lip.

“Mmm,” he bit his lip, eyes flitting all over your face, “Okay, angel, let me get it. Drink some water for me.”

You nodded and did as he asked, sipping from the water bottle near you as he got up, grabbed the towel, and grabbed the poor, exhausted toy.

His hands still trembled with excitement when he grabbed it.

You’d already asked him about fifteen times today if you were being too much, did he really want to do this, etc, etc. You should have known from the sounds he made while you were getting off that he was plenty okay with this, but still, his gentle reassurances helped.

The simple fact was that he clearly had a thing for taking care of you; maybe you could call it a kink, maybe just something he liked. Bottom line was, he got off on getting you off, and you were plenty okay with that.

He laid the towel down towards the middle of the bed, and patted it gently, asking you to lay on it. You settled your hips down on top of it and reclined back onto a pillow.

“Baby,” he breathed, shaking his head, “We gotta figure out why this happens so we can make it happen more,” he chuckled, soothing a hand over your thigh.

“I told you—“

“I know, I know, you’re perfect already, I’m not being serious. I just think this would be an ideal way to spend all of our weekends.”

You snorted out a laugh, “Wouldn’t get anything done, babe.”

“I dunno,” he licked his lips, “this seems very productive.”

You laughed again.

“Lift your shirt up a bit, angel,” he directed softly. You hitched the oversized grey t shirt up above your pelvis, revealing a naked lower half.

“Wanna lift it any further?” he grinned. You shook your head, enjoying the security of the shirt. “That’s okay, angel. Whatever makes you comfy.”

He laid back down beside you, close, pressed against your side. He was in black sweatpants only; no boxers, no shirt. The most ideal way for him to be, aside from naked.

He rested the toy on your stomach, a slight tease, before taking your face in his palm to kiss you. Your lips were beginning to be sore from it, but just like everything else, gluttony was preferable today. It came with a little tenderness, but it was so worth it.

He traced his fingertips down your neck, down your sternum, over the toy, over your navel, and lower, slipping a finger gently against you. You hummed and pushed against it, but it didn’t last long.

“You need it?” his voice was low against the shell of your ear.

“Please, yeah,” You nodded, not feeling the need to waste any time with pleasantries. You did need it.

He groaned; amusing, because this wasn’t a surprise at this point. This was the fifth time the toy found his hand today; he already knew.

“So fucking sweet,” he rasped into your ear, “Letting me take care of you all day, huh? You know I will, hm? Take such good care of her?”

“Jake,” you whined, “Please, yes.”

“I will, I will,” he soothed, trailing the toy down your stomach, “I’ll baby your clit all day, angel. Whatever you need.”

You sucked in a breath and bit back a whine.

“You like that, angel? Knowing I’m gonna take care of you?“

A desperate groan fell from you as you nodded, watching his large hand wrapped around it, lowering down your body.

The toy was pink, and it was your new favorite thing. It had one suction end, and one separate end with it’s own pulse, designed to nestle inside you.

Without fail, every time, the oversensitivity from the orgasm it gave you made a mess—it didn’t take long to understand the need for a towel.

It wasn’t a similar sensation to having Jake inside you. That was warm and close and full. This was electrifying and overwhelming and somehow still teasing. You couldn’t stop wanting it.

Jake loved it—‘loved’ may be a bit too reserved, even. It pulled him apart to see you come undone from it.

“Relax, angel,” he murmured low, rubbing the penetrative end of the silicone against you.

To say you were wet would be an understatement—you didn’t know how your body was doing this for so long, but you were quite literally dripping.

He eased the toy against your entrance as he licked at your exposed jaw. His left hand was under your head, cradling it.

Gently, he eased it inside you.

“You wanna set it, or me?” he said softly, eyes watching your face closely. He looked mesmerized.

“You can, you know which one,”

He nodded and clicked the little button on the toy to bring it to to life. You groaned at the low vibration.

He clicked through the different settings until he landed on one the vibration pattern you prefered. You sighed, relaxing into the feeling. This alone was nice, but nothing drastic.

“Kiss me,” he muttered, lulling your head gently towards him with a tilt of his palm.

You look his lips into yours fervently, enjoying the safe and warm feeling.

As he kissed you, you could feel him fumbling with the other end of the toy, then tracing over your clit with his pointer finger, mapping you out. As slowly as one could, he nestled the suction part of the toy over your clit.

You gasped out a moan into his mouth, arching your back off the bed, and he reciprocated with a low hum.

He pulled away from the kiss gently and watched your face.

Your body was immediately warm; flushed, buzzing. It was divine, and the exact reason you kept coming back to this today. There was never enough of this. It made you feel like you were on the brink of orgasm the entire time; the best part, the sweetest teasing.

“Good?” he murmured, grinning slightly.

You nodded, gasping again, hands fumbling to grab onto something.

Your left hand found the sheets, your right, his bicep.

“Good girl, squeeze me as hard as you need,” he soothed, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

Your head was spinning already—it was over sensitive, but in a tempting way, not painful.

You could only gasp, groan, or grit out the occasional curse. There was no way for you to make a request, or form any coherent thought. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He filled in the gaps.

“You look so hot, angel,” he whimpered, “so fucked,” he bit your jaw, “Wrapped around this sweet little toy. You love it, babe? Seems like you love it.”

You nodded, hips stuttering away from the bed, legs beginning to tremble.

“Oh, angel, look at you,” he whispered. He rubbed the back of your head with his pads of fingers, “You’re shaking, poor thing. Does it feel that good?”

You let out some high pitched agreement, and he cursed in return.

“Fuck, oh,” he whimpered as if he was the overstimulated one, “Fuck, you’re so hot. I can’t decide if you look better like this, or when you actually cum.”

“Jake,” you rasped out. You didn’t know why, there was no specific reason to get his attention, but you just needed. He seemed to understand.

“I’m here, angel, I’m right here,” he kissed you, something that quickly devolved into a sloppy embrace of tongues. He was whimpering left and right.

“Come here,” he pulled away and his eyes met yours with an intensity that made you feel shy, “Let me watch your eyes roll back.”

You groaned, letting him observe with rapt attention, pupils blown and eyelids heavy.

It was nothing you had to force; the sweet vibration and the gentle pulse inside you had your eyes rolling back over and over.

“Fuck, there we go,” he murmured, “I bet your pretty cunt is loving this, angel, huh? I bet she feels so good,”

“Jake,” you groaned again. The next word was breathier, “fuck,”

“I know, I know,” he soothed, “My trembling girl. Relax, angel, let yourself have it.”

You took a shaky breath and bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Your whole body was vibrating, flooded with heat, your brain felt like it was floating, dopamine-high.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re so warm, I can feel it without even touching you,” he stretched a finger out from the hand holding the toy and touched your center gently, “So fucking wet. Come on, angel, let go, be good and cum for me.”

Your eyes rolled back particularly hard and you were gripping his bicep so hard you knew there would be small crescent shaped bruises where your fingernails bit at his skin.

“Such a good girl,” he purred against your jaw, “Let me see it, angel, let me see you make a mess,”

You listened to the thrum of the vibration going through you, felt it deep in your pelvis, and soon you could not contain it. Your head thrashed back and forth, your legs and hands trembled, and finally, so sweetly, it hit you.

“Oh!” You yelped, head slamming back. The warmth coursed over you and soaked your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jake was whimpering, strategically moving the toy a bit to try and not hurt you with overstimulation, “Oh, fuck, angel, good girl, good girl, there you go, soak my fuckin’ hand, that’s so fuckin’ good…”

His rambling trailed off as he started kissing your jaw, and you were left blissed-out, melting into the bed.

Soon, all he was saying against your skin was, “that’s a good girl, good girl, angel, such a good girl,” in such a soft whisper it was barely even intelligible.

He started to move the toy away from you, but you whined; the soft buzzing against you was leaving you in some sort of drawn out orgasm, and as long as it wasn’t directly on your clit, it was nice.

“Want it to stay?” He murmured, kissing your cheek.

You nodded and offered a small, “Mmhm.”

“Okay, babe,” he kissed you, holding the toy kindly against you still, “You sure? It’s not too much?“

“No, it’s nice,” you spoke against his mouth.

He hummed, licking into your mouth. You wish you could have suspended that feeling into the rest of time and just lived in it forever—the subtle pleasure from your hips, the warmth of his mouth.

As he pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you intently. His tongue swept over his bottom lip.

“God damn, I’m so turned on. I don’t know how I’m even hard after everything earlier,” he breathed, “You have no idea how much I love watching you like this.”

You laughed, soft and easy, “Yeah?” you teased, touching his face, “M’glad. Thank you for being so sweet.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, dear,” he grinned.

After a moment of silence, he swiftly slipped down the bed, settling between your legs.

“Jake,” you groaned at the implication.

“Mmm?” he hummed, swiping the sticky hair from his face, holding the toy still, gripping your thigh with his other hand.

You couldn’t find anything to say, and instead just let your head fall back.

He dropped the suction part of the toy, just leaving the vibrator inside you.

His hands firmly gripped at your thighs, and then, like warm velvet, his tongue lapped over you.

“Jake, oh—” his name was a broken plea.

He hummed into you, licking warm and slow.

“Not trying to make you cum,” he murmured, “Just wanna baby her,” he lapped again as you whimpered, “You’re so swollen, angel. Does this feel nice?” he licked again, brown eyes meeting yours, tender tongue slipping over you.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Gentle, please,”

“I will be,” he whispered with another kitten lick, “I’ll be so sweet to her, angel, just relax.”

He lapped lazy stripes over you, humming and groaning into you, hair sticking to his forehead. He went on for a while, and you let yourself be blissed-out and distant. Let him just take care of you.

After several minutes, he raised his head, his chin slick, his nose red, lips flushed. He grinned softly.

He turned the vibration off and slipped the toy out of you slowly. Then, he crawled up your body, leaving feather-light kisses here and there.

When he reached your face, he smiled wide at you.

“Hey, angel,” he kissed your nose, “feel better?”

You nodded and bit your lip in a grin, “Much.”

“Mm,” he kissed your cheek before laying beside you again, “I’m enjoying the hell out of this,” he smiled in a cocky way, “Hope you’re not getting too worn out yet.”

You laughed, touching his bare torso, “It always feels that way until I wait a bit,” you murmured, “I doubt I’m really worn out just yet.”

He grinned, “How many times we gonna do this today, huh? I’m hoping for double digits,” he smiled wildly.

“We’ll see, babe, we’ll see. How about you? You gonna join me again?”

He licked his lip, “I’d say no, cause I don’t think I’ve came three times in one day since I was a teenager, but fuck,” he laughed, “This might be the day.”

“Mm,” you bit your lip, “I think we should try. In a bit.”

He nodded, “Anything for you. Drink your water, angel, and come lay between my legs. Gonna braid your hair before it gets all knotted up with you thrashing your head around,”

You wanted to laugh, but it was sweet, so you blushed instead.

“Gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” you said.

He nodded, “I’ll clean up and grab your hair brush.”

When you returned, he had plugged the toy back in, gotten a fresh towel, and sat on the bed with your hairbrush on his thigh. He gave you a welcoming grin and patted between his legs.

You sat between them as he asked, letting your mind go a bit fuzzy, watching the movie with hooded eyes, sipping your water, and focusing on the feeling of his hands swiping through your hair tenderly.

“You’re my girl, you know that?” He kissed your neck as he slipped the hair tie ring from his middle finger and secured it at the end of your braid.

You nodded, because yeah, you knew. He could never let you forget, and you loved him for it.

You laid back against his warm, naked chest and he sighed heavily.

“Just relax on me, angel. Take a nap if you need to. Let me know when you need it again, okay?” he murmured into your hair, his fingers stroking over your forearms.

You nodded and craned your neck to look up at him.

“You’re perfect, Jacob,” you grinned, “Really. You are.”

He blushed, as you knew he would at the use of the name.

“You’re too sweet for me not to be, angel. I’d do it all for you. Need you to feel cherished.”

“Mm. I love you.”

“Love you, angel.”

He kissed you softly, brief but sincere.

You nuzzled your head back into his chest and tugged the throw blanket over your legs, letting yourself go into the Saturday afternoon, waiting patiently for whatever may come next.

fin.

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