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#i miss writing but i struggle to get out of bed rn
willsimpforanyone · 8 months
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i'm very sorry that i haven't been posting much- as an explanation, my mental health has declined significantly in the last couple months and its affected my motivation to do... anything
thank you for all your lovely messages, i really appreciate all of you and your endless patience <3
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callmemickey · 9 months
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Simon Riley fucks intensely and passionately. He doesn’t grab your hair, or spit on your face, or cause you physical pain - my man’s has openly admitted to dealing with violent thoughts/dreams against women and wanting to be better. He might get rough if he’s stressed or angry, but he won’t be, like, throat fucking you for example. Sorry. I just can’t see it. He can be fast, but I don’t think he’s gonna be hardcore or degrading. I think if he gets the mask on, he miiiight be a little more… forthcoming.
Simon Riley finds sex to be the highest level of trust, love, and vulnerability. Don’t expect him to be a quick or easy lay. If he wants you intimately, this is the biggest honor you would ever receive from him. Maybe before he was tortured he would’ve been quicker to engage, but the Simon we know now? Yeah, you gotta work.
Simon Riley… ohhhhh he’s always asking you: “is that alright, love?” “that feel good?” “ahhhh, yeah, you’re a good girl, aren’tcha?” If you’re not feeling it, he’s not feeling it. he wants to make sure you’re into it 100%. the moment you grunt, wince, or groan in pain, he’s stopping to check up on his lovie. he just radiates Soft Dom energy to me (and I want him so bad). Simon loves to see you get all flustered, too. When you beg for him (and you’re a good girl) he will give you anything and everything you want.
Simon Riley being a Soft Dom… mmm, delicious. I love to imagine him praising and worshipping: “ahh fuck, i’ve missed my girl’s pussy” “so proud of you, taking my cock so well” “you want to be a good girl for me, don’tcha?” “you’re so beautiful when you struggle to fit me” if you’re engaged with him romantically, you’re his everything - man’s invested his entire soul and well-being into you. With that being said, throw him some praise, too! He’ll melt and become putty in your hands; he’ll do anything for you. Tell him how you were made for his cock, that nobody else makes you feel like he does, how you’re sooo good - but only for him. He’s definitely possessive of you - not in a red flag kind of way, but when you talk about how you’re his and only his… whew.
Simon Riley wants to see your face when you two are having sex. Anything missionary, missionary adjacent, cowgirl, it doesn’t matter, just let this man look at you! He doesn’t crave it, he needs it. Eye contact is so intimate, and if you’re shy and can’t maintain it? Ohhh, he’s gonna have fun. “eyes here, love” “don’t cover your face/close your eyes - i want to watch you cum” “you were just begging for my cock, don’t get all shy now” “be a good girl and look at me” he’s either coming inside or on your tummy/chest. preferably? inside.
Simon Riley prefers having a good session as opposed to a quickie. He likes doing things in the privacy of your shared home (because then you can be loud and cry his name as you cum on his cock for the 4th time 🤭). Sometimes, he’ll be desperate though, and this is when he gets a lil impatient. Like this one time, he went with you to your family’s Christmas party while being on leave for only a week, and he needed you. That man took you in the bathroom and railed you so hard you couldn’t leave for 15 minutes until you could stand without shaking (also not me writing this rn).
Simon Riley, upon specific request, will wear the mask in bed. Honestly, don’t expect this for a while, however. The mask serves as his identity - his separation from you. This will take a lot of courage on his behalf as you’re wanting to bring in something containing his countless sins and crimes into such an intimate situation. Like I said!!! It takes a while to get him this comfortable. Try to rush the process and you’re missing out on some pretty intense and animalistic fucking. It’s a rare time you can expect a more vicious kind of dirty talk from him: “fuckin’ hell, you like being a dirty little slut, huh?” “that pretty little face of yours deserves to be fucked” “your pussy was made for me” “shut up and keep taking it like a good girl should” “ahh, begging for my cock like the needy little slut you are”
Simon Riley loves aftercare, and he makes sure you feel loved during that time. Sweet Angel, we don’t deserve him. Massages, baths, checking on you emotionally and mentally, he’ll make you dinner, put on your favorite movie, and relax with you while he showers you with unconditional love and adoration. He’s obsessed with you. Get over it.
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hor3nee · 1 month
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• Fatherhood •
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What kind of dads are the JJK men ?
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CW/TW: GN! Reader, Mentions of crappy parenting, BREIF mention of pregnancy in Geto's, (Lmk if I should add anything else!)
Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji x Reader
AN: Almost cried writing this the baby fever is going HARD rn dude. Headcanons !
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• Gojo •
Menace of a father, but in the good way! Gojo spends his years raising his kids as if he's their best friend, truly and genuinely treats his kids as equals and in a sweet way, allows his children to have complete trust in him. Because Gojo is quite childish himself, he loves playing with his kids, making a fool of himself, and indulging with them.
Has a bit of a bad side to this though, his lack of traditional discipline or making himself the 'adult' in the situation leads the kids to both be very spoiled and not really ever listen to him.
"Sweetheart, darling, my perfect angel, can you please go to bed?? pretty please! Help your old man here, please??"
"Nuh uh!" And with that bout of defiance, he's back to running up to you, like HE'S the child, begging for your help. Because it seems you're the only one who can get the kids in line, and you do.
Plays pranks and teases the hell out of his kids as they get older, always in a loving way of course, but nonetheless loves getting them flustered over his stupidity. Type of dad to do dumbass dances in the middle of a Walmart to embarrass his kids.
• Geto •
Geto is optimum of what it means to be a gentle parent. Cannot, for the life of him, bring it in himself to yell at his kids. He's so soft-spoken, never so much as raising his voice against his children. Geto has children who respond to his voice alone, because it's so lulling, he's familiarized them with it and made them feel safe with it.
Doesn't mean he can't discipline them, of course he can, and he does so extremely gracefully. Whenever you're on your last straw with the kids, fighting the urge to start scolding them and yell, he steps in, smoothly taking over and the kids instantly listen to him.
"We're your parents, honey, c'mon that's not very nice to say, is it? They carried you for 9 months you know. Say sorry." Like magic the kids shut up and come over to you apologizing while Geto stands back, calmly having fixed the situation with ease.
With everything Geto does, has done, experienced etc, he can sometimes feel conflicted. Geto knows what he is capable of, and what he has done, he's extremely self-aware even if he justifies it, and he can struggle to balance the weight of all of it while also remaining a dutiful father.
Despite it, he does wonders keeping it separate from what his children have to see or experience, teaches them respect and kindness and hopes they hold true to it.
• Nanami •
Not a single man on this list fathers as hard as Nanami fathers. He's built for it like no other. Nanami treats fatherhood with his all, he puts his all into it and makes damn certain he does right by it. Stern when necessary, sweet when needed, provides for his kids and refuses to miss any important milestone of theirs.
Nanami is a calm man but the second work starts piling potentially making him miss his kids school play or something he's arguing with his supervisors and ready to throw hands.
He keeps the drawings his kids make on his desk, alongside a photo of you and your kids. Literally just stares at it while working smiling, unable to wait till he's home with the kids. They are his pride and joy genuinely.
No matter how over-worked Nanami may be though, when he comes home you are basically on vacation. Insists you rest and he takes over literally everything involving the kids.
"Darling, darling no, I got this covered. You take rest. You know I love spending time with my kids." He says with an earnest smile, both kids in his beefy arms just dangling around and playing with their father. He's definitely exhausted from work, but that never stops him.
• Sukuna •
The King of the Curses, as cruel and terrifying as he is, taking pleasure in all sorts of sickness and treating love as pointless, legitimately likes his kid.
He doesn't care about fatherhood, or the responsibilities that being a parent entails, but it's nice having a mini version of himself around. That he likes. An extension of himself and you, it's nice to have around he doesn't mind it. He may act aloof about it, not outwardly showing affection like hugs or kisses, but he clearly enjoys it.
He gets a massive ego trip when his kids cause chaos and disturbances. Points at them laughing with his belly "See that? That's mine."
Sukuna never minces his words though, and his kids have to get used to his bluntness. Again, he doesn't care for the concept of 'parenting', and will in their face call the kid some extreme insults and weak and they have to learn to take it.
On the flip side, Sukuna also never minces his praise, and Sukuna has an abundance to give his kids. Every accomplishment or show of strength that they show he'll let them know he's proud. A good ol' fashioned fatherly slap to their shoulder while he praises them.
He treasures his children, and even if he doesn't put much effort into parenting them, you taking over most of it, he's definitely a present figure in their lives.
• Toji •
Went to get milk, hasn't been seen since.
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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 2 months
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ethan and reader doing a sex tape?? also don’t know if ur comfortable but can you do a full detailed one??! please and tyy have a good day🙏🏻
I am SO SORRY it took so long to write this(a little over a month. I feel like an ass). It's literally 4.4k words, strictly smut with a dash of fluff. I kinda went in on this lmao
Into It - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
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This contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Summary: Your boyfriend convinces you to make a sex tape with him.
Contains: Long ass smut lmao - Oral, m and f receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms, a little ass smacking, p in v, multiple position changes, unprotected sex. (If I missed something, let me know. I'm SO SLEEPY rn)
A/N: If there's any grammatical errors, shh no there's not. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open tbh 🙃
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“I don’t know about this, Ethan,” you mumbled, as he helped you take your shirt off.
“No one else will see it but us, babe,” he said, trying to convince you. “People do stuff like this all the time.”
“Yeah, on porn sites,” you sighed, as he unhooked your bra.
“You’re way better than any of the other girls on those sites, baby. Watching you take my cock whenever I want to would be so hot,” he said, running his hands over your newly exposed breasts. You felt a chill run down your spine as his fingertips started to graze over your nipples.
“Fine,” you sighed in defeat, his fingers trailing further down your body, “but if anyone else sees it Ethan-“
Your words got stuck in your throat as he started to rub you over your panties.
“What was that, baby?” he asked, his lips turning to a smile as he watched you squirm. “You were just about to threaten me, I think.”
“Don’t be an ass,” you got out, your breath heavy as he slid your panties to the side. “Can we at least get on the bed?”
“Yeah, baby. I’ll get my phone set up,” he said, as he pulled his hand away from you. He looked around the room as you crawled onto the bed. “Hmm, this might work…for now,” he said, walking over to the bookshelf in your room. “At least while I’m teasing you.”
“What if I don’t want you to tease me?” you asked, a smirk playing on your lips as he turned around to look at you.
“You and I both know you like it,” he said, before turning back around and getting his phone set up. He pulled his shirt over his head after he was satisfied with the angle, the view of your bed perfectly in frame.
You stared at him as he walked around to the other side of the bed. You’d seen him without clothes so many times, but you always had to admire how hot he was.
Once he stood against the side of the bed, you wanted to put on a little show for the video he was making. You got on all fours, your ass sticking up as you started to unbuckle his belt. His eyes drank in the sight, loving the way your body looked in that position. He thought you always looked perfect, but there was just something about the way you looked in that moment that desperately made him want to fuck you even more than he already wanted to.
You unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his thighs as he kicked them off the rest of the way, leaving him in his boxers as he crawled on the bed with you. You saw how hard he already was, the small wet spot on his boxers from his precum made your mouth water.
You sat on your knees as he leaned in to kiss you, his mouth gently moving against yours, at first. He soon had you pushed back on the plush comforter, his tongue dancing with yours as one of his hands started to roam your body, his touches making your skin tingle.
He trailed kisses along your jaw, down your neck as you whimpered at the feeling. You felt him smile against you before his mouth started to attack your sweet spot.
“Fuck, Ethan,” you said, as he started to suck on the sensitive flesh.
You knew you’d have to cover the mark later, but you didn’t care. You loved the little reminders he’d leave of how good he made you feel.
He moved lower, placing tender kisses along your collar bone.
“You really are going to tease the fuck out of me, aren’t you?” you asked, the desperation in your voice making him laugh softly.
“Patience, baby,” he said, as his mouth made its way to one of your nipples.
He sucked it into his mouth as you gasped, the feeling making your core throb even more than it already was. Once he was satisfied with the attention he gave to it, he moved to the other one, his tongue swirling against it before he started to suck.
He could tell your pussy was craving attention when your hips started to wiggle. He ran his hand gently down your body until he made it to your soaked panties.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said, as you whined in response. “I’ll make you cum soon, babe. I promise.”
He pulled his hand away as you started to get frustrated, your pouty lips making him smirk when his hooded eyes connected with yours. He shook his head at your expression, turning his attention back to the teasing, his lips trailing between your breasts and down your stomach. You ran one of your hands through his hair as he made his way down your body, him groaning against you as he felt your nails against his scalp.
“You know what that does to me,” he said, as he stopped at the top of your panties.
Your breathing got heavier as you waited in anticipation, hoping he’d just slide your panties to the side and take care of you. That’s not what he did, though, his mouth moving towards your thighs instead. Soft moans were slipping past your lips as he kissed the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, his teeth occasionally grazing against you.
He was so close to where you needed him, his mouth as close to your pussy as it could be before, yet again, he skipped over it. He moved to the other thigh, giving the same attention that he gave to the other one.
“Ethan, please. I need it, baby,” you said, your eyes pleading with his as he looked up at you.
“I have a better idea,” he said, as he pulled away from you and slid off the side of the bed onto his feet.
“Where are you going?” you asked before you answered your own question in your head. He went over towards your bookshelf, grabbing his phone.
“Shit, I never started recording,” he said, his tone serious as you scoffed.
“You’re not teasing me like that again right now, I’m sorry,” you said, your tone defensive as he started to laugh.
“I’m just kidding, babe. I got it,” he said, walking back over to the bed. “You think you can suck my cock before I eat you out?”
You wasted no time after he crawled back up on the bed and laid on his back. You grabbed at his boxers, trying to pull them down. You huffed as you looked at him.
“Jeez, babe. You’re so needy,” he said, lifting his hips to make it easier for you to get his boxers off.
“You have no idea how bad I need to cum, but I need this, too,” you said, as his erection sprang free from his boxers, resting against his stomach as your mouth started to water. He had his phone pointed at you as you sat on your knees and started to stroke him, your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his face.
You knew how badly he wanted you to suck it, but after all his teasing, this was the least you could do to get a small amount of revenge. His eyes got darker, realizing that’s what you were doing. You didn’t stop though, your hand movements got lazier once his breathing got heavier.
“Baby, please,” he said, “I need to feel your mouth.”
You hesitated for a minute, loving the feeling of having the upper hand as you started to move faster. Once you decided that you’d teased him enough, you leaned down, licking the drops of precum that started leaking from his tip. Just as you were about to take him into your mouth, he stopped you.
“Wait, can we do this on the floor? Like, I’m standing and you’re on your knees? I want it to be easier for you to look up at me,” he said, “Is that okay, babe?”
“Mmm, that sounds perfect,” you said, quickly shimmying off the bed and getting in the position he wanted you in before he even had the chance to sit up. He started to smile as he crawled off the bed, the corner of his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looked down at you.
“You look so beautiful,” he said, putting his cherry red tip in front of your mouth. “You’ll look even more beautiful when your mascara starts to run down your cheeks.”
Your breathing got heavier at his words, his phone pointed back at you as you grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip over your lips. You teased him like that for a few seconds before you opened your mouth, sucking on the sensitive head. His free hand ran through your hair as you started to take him in your mouth, inch by inch until you started to gag.
“Just like that, baby,” he said, as you looked up at him. Your cheeks hollowed as you started to move, your throat tightening every time the tip of his cock made it to the back of your mouth. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Your eyes were starting to water as you gagged, your tears threatening to slip out as he started to add small little thrusts into the mix, making you gag even more.
“Aww, look at you, baby,” he cooed, the tears slipping past your lower lash line. He groaned once he saw how wet his cock was from your spit, so proud of you for doing such a good job. The hand that was loosely in your hair started to get a tighter grip, his hips moving a little faster. “Such a good little slut for me.”
You whimpered around him, the throbbing in your core getting unbearable as you started to move faster. You needed him to cum so you could, and it might’ve made you a little selfish, but if you didn’t get your own release soon, you were going to go crazy.
“Shit, baby,” he said, as your red, watery eyes looked into his, “I’m gonna cum.”
It only took a few more times of your warm, wet mouth tightening around him for his hips to falter, his grunts turning into whimpers as you tasted the salty liquid. When you pulled back, his half-hard cock was connected to your mouth by strings of your saliva and his cum mixed together.
“God, baby,” he said, taking in the sight in front of him as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. He made sure that he got the perfect shot of your mascara-stained cheeks before he helped you up off the floor. “That might be the best head you’ve ever given me…does doing it in front of a camera turn you on even more?”
“I know I didn’t want to do it at first, but I wanted to make sure you had the best material for your alone time,” you said with a cracked voice, smiling at him. “I do kind of enjoy it, though.”
“We could always do this again,” he suggested, as you nodded in response. “Okay, babe. I know you need it. Get that pretty little ass of yours up on the bed.”
You did as he said, your head resting against the soft pillows as he laid his phone on the bed and crawled on top of you to kiss you again. His hand rubbed over your panties; the material drenched in your arousal. You whimpered as your hips started to move at the simple touches.
“I think these need to come off,” he said, running his hand over your hip, his thumb hooking around your panties as he started to slide them off you.
His lips trailed over your jaw again, down your neck, and over your stomach. You were almost scared that he was just going to torture you with his teasing again, but he was moving a lot quicker this time, desperate to take care of you.
You stared down at him as he got settled between your legs. “Wait, how do you want this part to be filmed?” you asked, glancing over to his phone beside you on the bed.
“Hmm, I’ll get plenty of shots of your face when I fuck you…why don’t you just film me?” he suggested, as you picked his phone up, pointing it at him as he started to lean in.
Your breath hitched the second he started to place gentle licks to your clit, your free hand going to his hair. “Mmm, feels so good,” you said, his tongue swirling over your bundle of nerves. His hands were massaging the flesh of your thighs as he held them apart, his mouth starting to sloppily move against you.
You couldn’t decide if you wanted to watch him though the phone screen or not, the whole thing making you even more turned on as you felt one of his hands move up your thigh. You soon felt his middle finger prodding at your entrance before he slid it inside of you with ease, your wetness coating him as he started to move it just right.
“Shit,” you gasped, the feeling making your legs tingle.
He moved his finger for a few minutes before he added his ring finger, a low moan slipping past your lips as he started to press them a little harder against the spongy spot inside of you.
He looked up at you, noticing how quick your chest was rising and falling, your moans getting a little louder as he inched you closer to your orgasm.
He sucked your clit into his mouth as he started to move his head back and forth, his curls ticking your thighs.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” you whined, your eyes screwing shut as your hand in his hair started to tremble. “Oh my god.” He sucked harder, the stimulation making your legs start to jolt as your orgasm washed over you.
The sucking on your clit turned into soft licks as he worked you through it, his fingers slowing a little anyway because your pussy was clenching them so hard. Once you stopped whimpering, he slid his fingers out before placing one last lick to your clit.
He sat up as he watched you catch your breath, your hands still shaky.
“Did it feel that good, baby?” he asked, grabbing his phone that you must’ve dropped at some point on the bed.
“So good,” you mewled, your hazy eyes connecting with his as you felt his fingertips brushing against your thigh again.
“How many more times do you think you could cum for me?” he asked, your eyes fully opening as you stared at him, your nervousness obvious to him as he started to laugh. “You know after I cum from head, it takes me a while to cum again. You remember the time we went at it for almost an hour?”
“Yeah,” you said, smiling as you thought back to it.
“How many times did you cum in that hour?” he questioned with a smirk, already knowing the answer.
“Four,” you said softly, “We switched positions a lot.”
“Are you okay with us doing that now?” he asked, as you sat up.
“Of course, babe. This is for the little movie you’re making,” you said, the seduction in your voice making him groan.
“Come here, baby.”
He pulled you into a kiss as his hands grabbed your hips, yours running over his chest as the kiss got more heated. He was running through all the positions in his head that he wanted to do, wanting to strategically plan them so it wouldn’t be too much before he had the chance to cum again. He knew that if he went super deep after you’d already had a few orgasms, you started to get really sensitive in those positions, usually tapping out after just a few minutes.
He pulled away to look at you, “How about you ride me first?”
“Okay, babe. Condom or no condom?” you asked, as you pushed him back onto the bed.
“What do you think I want?” he asked, smirking at you.
“No condom,” you said, laughing a little.
He nodded as he bit his bottom lip. “Shit, I almost forgot,” he said pointing his phone at you as you moved to straddle him.
You sat on his thighs for a minute, stroking him as you looked at him. He didn’t say anything, he just kept filming your hand move until you pulled it away. You shimmied up his body, raising up a little as you lined his cock up with your entrance. Once you started to sink down onto him, he kept glancing between you and his phone, making sure it was truly capturing the way your mouth fell open as he stretched you out.
“Mmmm,” you moaned, placing your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself as you started to bounce on his cock. “So big,” you got out, between your heavy breathing.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, his free hand going to your hip as he helped you move.
He watched your tits bounce as you rode him, your sounds flooding out of your mouth as your nails started to dig into his chest.
“Shit, babe. That feels so good,” he groaned, as you smirked down at him. Ethan liked a little bit of pain from time to time, and you had no problem doing it for him, knowing how hard he’d cum once he’s had enough.
After a few minutes, your bouncing started to slow. Your knees were hurting and your legs were burning, but you felt that familiar feeling starting to build. It gave you enough motivation to chase your orgasm, bouncing even harder than you were before. Ethan’s seen you do this countless times, knowing that you must’ve been close. He moved his hand from your hip to your clit, his fingers rubbing quick circles.
Your ass was slapping against his thighs as you started to whimper, the feeling washing over you like a massive wave.
“Oh shit,” you slurred, drunk off his cock as you tried to keep moving, but it was getting harder to do. His hand moved back to your hip to hold you in place as he fucked up into you.
You slid him out of you as you came down from your high, laying your chest against his as you caught your breath. He felt your hard nipples pressing against him as he sat his phone down and ran his fingertips over your back.
“I hope you’re going to do most of the work for the rest of this, because my legs hurt so bad,” you said, as he started to laugh. You smiled at the vibrations coming through his chest.
“Sure, babe. I have a few ideas, you just need to lay there and take it,” he said, his hand running down your body to squeeze your ass. You moaned at the feeling, your tiredness starting to fade as you sat back up. “You ready to go again?”
“Yes,” you said, your voice still a little tired, “How do you want me?”
“Face down, ass up. Before you get too tired,” he chuckled, “I’m going to get you to hold my phone again for a little bit. I don’t get to see your face that often when I’m deep.”
“Fuuuck,” you groaned at the thought, getting in the new position, and grabbing his phone. Your hips involuntarily wiggled as your ass stuck up in the air, waiting for him to slide inside of you. He softly smacked your ass before he started to line up with your entrance, pushing his cock back inside of you.
You moaned at the feeling, the grip on your hips getting tighter as he started to thrust.
“You take it so fucking well,” he groaned, delivering a harder smack to your ass. He rubbed over your skin to soothe the slight stinging feeling. “You’re so perfect.”
His cock was buried so deep inside of you that it was hard for you to think, let alone form words. He kept saying sweet things to you, your only response to him was your moans getting louder.
He watched your free hand start to claw it the comforter, bunching it up in your hand as you tightly held on to his phone with the other. The coil in the pit of your stomach was getting tighter and tighter as he kept pounding into you. He glanced over to your phone screen, seeing all the hot little faces you were making.
“Shit,” he grunted, as you started to meet his thrusts with your hips. “You gonna cum?”
He looked at the back of your head as you started to furiously nod in response. He went even deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix.
“Watch yourself when you cum,” he ordered, as you whimpered and stared at the phone screen.
Your jaw was slack as your eyebrows knitted together, so close to falling over the edge. He just kept drilling into you, your eyes starting to flutter as the euphoric feeling hit you so hard your entire body was tingling.
“Yes, baby, feels so good” you babbled, as your boyfriend laughed in response at your current state. He loved making you completely cock dumb.
He slid out of you once your walls stopped fluttering before leaning down to place sweet kisses on the red mark on your ass cheek.
“Relax, baby,” he said softly, as he helped you adjust your legs so you could lay flat. “You’ve been doing so good for me,” he praised, rubbing his hand over your back as he sat beside you. “Can you take one more for me?”
“Missionary,” you mumbled into the comforter, making Ethan laugh. “I can’t take much more.”
“I know you can’t. I was starting to get close last time,” he said, “I know it won’t take long if you can handle it.”
“I can, if you help me,” you sighed, your body so relaxed from the multiple orgasms that you were struggling to move on your own.
He took his phone out of your tight grip before he helped you roll over onto your back. Your eyes were so glazed over, your eyes even more beautiful than they normally were.
“Thank you for doing this for me, babe,” he said, smiling sweetly at you as his hands ran over your hips. “I know we’re about to be really busy soon because of exams. This is the next best thing to actually being with you.”
“You better send it to me,” you said, your voice tired as he got settled between your legs.
“The idea of you getting off to this makes it so much hotter,” he sighed, as he pushed his tip in your entrance. “Fuck, I really might not last long. You’re already so tight.”
“It’s okay, babe. Fuck me until you can’t anymore,” you said, rubbing your fingertips across his arm as he made it all the way inside of you.
Your lips parted as soft moans slipped past your lips, his pace a little slower than it had been for the last few positions. He didn’t want to hurt you, and he knew how tired you already were.
“You can go faster, baby,” you said, his hips moving a little quicker as he leaned down to catch your lips in a kiss. He almost forgot about filming, but he wanted to take care of you and make sure that you still felt the love in this, and that he wasn’t doing it just to have the hottest masturbation material for later.
He pulled away from the kiss, sitting on his knees and angling your hips so he could film his cock sliding in and out of you. He groaned once he looked down, noticing a ring of your cum coating the base of his cock from the orgasms he’d already given you.
“God, baby. You’ve already came so much,” he said, his hand running across your stomach as his pace started to get faster. His fingertips grazing against you made you shudder underneath him.
You felt your fourth orgasm of the night building, the slight overstimulation of everything making it so easy for you to cum again. One of your hands snaked down your body to rub gentle circles against your clit, as the other gripped one of your tits, pinching at your nipple as you got closer. You tried to watch him through your hazy eyes, his curls stuck to his forehead and his cheeks a deep shade of pink from all the work he was putting in.
He had his phone angled down to his cock as he felt your pussy tighten around him. Strained moaned were slipping past your lips as he groaned, noticing more of your cum on his cock.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, giving you a few more hard thrusts before he pulled out, shooting it from your lower stomach all the way up to your breasts. “That was fucking amazing,” he panted, as he pointed the camera to all the cum on you before stopping the video. “You okay, baby?”
“Mhm,” you said, fighting off the urge to just fall asleep in that moment as he laid down beside you.
“We really need to shower. We’re both so sweaty, and you’re covered in cum,” he said with a small laugh as you groaned.
“Can I just have a couple minutes to rest? I don’t think I can stand long enough to shower right now,” you said, as you felt his fingers lace with yours, his thumb softly rubbing over the top of his hand.
“Yeah, babe. If you doze off, I’ll wake you up,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.
When Ethan got home the next morning, the first thing he did was upload the video he made onto his computer. He started to edit it, only taking out the moments when nothing was actually being filmed. After he watched the video from beginning to end after he’d finished editing it, he was rock hard as he pulled out his phone to text you.
Ethan: If you ever want to drop out of school, I have a new career idea for you…
You: Oh?👀
Ethan: You should see this video. You’d be amazing in porn😏
You: Hmm, maybe I will drop out🧐
Ethan: Don’t get any ideas though. I’m the only one you’d be fucking.
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lovlive · 14 days
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ‘concert going’ - l.hc
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SYNOPSIS - you and your boyfriend haechan finally get tickets to a concert and see the artist you love
PAIRING - lee haechan x reader
GENRE - fluff, established relationship
WARNINGS - i guess you could say that the reader is short (😭), reader is called ‘baby’, lmk if i missed something.
notes: i am so down bad for hyuck rn. like why is he so fine?! anyways, i used a random prompt generator to write this since my brain is dead from school and i got “get on my shoulders, you’ll see better.” hope you guys like it :3
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both you and haechan have been obsessed with a new musical artist you’ve recently discovered. you’d both often find yourselves sharing headphones on the bus like in those romance anime movies listening to that one artist, or having their songs quietly play in the background while you complete your homework or some type of work you have due. so when haechan surprised you with tickets to one of their concerts, you nearly jumped out of your shoes with excitement (like literally, you were jumping up and down for the following 5 minutes and hugging (squeezing) the hell out of your poor boyfriend)
the day of the concert eventually comes and you wake up with a huge dumb smile on your face. you stayed up quite late last night trying to clear out as much unwanted things on your phone to make storage for the new photos and videos yoy were going to take, but nonetheless you felt as if you had slept atleast 12 hours with how energised you felt. you jumped up out of bed, giggling to yourself as you reached for your pre-planned concert outfit. you manage to change into it as you hear your boyfriend groan groggily, complaining that its too early for you to be getting up yet. you ignore his mumbling and drag him out of bed as you both head to the kitchen and have a breakfast. you let haechan get ready, and before you know it both of you are out of the house and driving to your destination.
you get to the venue, the smile from the morning still plastered on your face. it feels as if its stuck on your face, like you’d have to physically wipe it off with a tissue for it to be gone. you stand in line together, hands intertwined as you babble on about how excited you are to haechan. he teases you about your enthusiasm and how cute you are, squeezing your hand every now and again. eventually you get past all the security and other obstacles, reaching the hall. you get lost a couple of times trying to reach your seats because you cant read signs to save your life, leading to haechan snatching the phone out of your hand and leading you to your correct assigned area. the venue becomes more full by the second and your heart begins to thump in your chest as you wait for the artist to appear.
eventually the artist appears and you start screaming like a feral dog, haechan laughing at you hard. as the booming bass and electrifying guitar riffs filled the air, you found yourselves caught in the midst of the pulsating crowd at the concert. standing far from the stage, you struggled to catch a glimpse of the stage over the sea of heads. "man, I can barely see anything," you exclaimed, craning your neck to catch a glimpse of the performers.
haechan grinned mischievously. "i’ve got an idea. get on my shoulders, you'll see better!" you hesitated for a moment, unsure about the idea. but the infectious energy of the crowd and the excitement of the music convinced you to give it a try. with a laugh, you climbed onto haechan’s broad shoulders, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you rose above the crowd.
suddenly, everything changed. from your new vantage point, you could see the stage perfectly. the vibrant lights danced across the performers' faces, and you could feel the music reverberating through your bones.
as you swayed to the rhythm of the music, you both became lost in the moment. for a brief, exhilarating moment, it was just the two of you and the music. as the concert reached its climax, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. you felt alive, invigorated by the experience of being lifted above the crowd and immersed in the magic of the music. when the final notes faded away and the crowd began to disperse, you climbed down from haechan’s shoulders, feeling a sense of gratitude for your boyfriend's spontaneous idea. "thanks for the lift," you said, grinning at haechan. "anytime, baby, your as light as a feather to me." he replied, his own smile matching yours as you giggled at his response.
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you finally get home, both of you still giggling and yapping to eachother about your favourite moments of the concert. haechan decides to go take a shower as you decide to get in your pajamas and get cozy. you hold a bag of concert merch, excited to display it in your room and start wearing it on a daily basis. but before you do any of that, you want to express your gratitude to your boyfriend, of course. without him you wouldnt of even went to the concert since he was the one who bought the tickets for you both. you notice haechan walking out of the bathroom, hair dripping onto the fresh t-shirt that he’s wearing. you cant help to think about how handsome he is. he stands over the kitchen counter, supposedly turning the kettle on to make a tea as you creep up behind him. you stand on your tippy toes as you wrap your arms around his shoulders from the back, head turning to the side kiss his cheek. you take notice the immediate smile that appears on his face as he notices your actions. “whats up with you?” he teases as he spins around, now facing you and wrapping his arms back around your waist. “just wanted to say thank you for today.” you say, noticing his face leaning utterly close to yours. he chuckles at your response, feeling his hand tighten around you. “of course. you know id do anything to make you happy.” he smiled, closing the gap between you both and pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. you gently run one of your hands through his damp hair, enjoying the feeling of his warm lips against yours. the kiss breaks eventually, and you hear him mumble something out. “i love you.” the smile that has been on your face since this morning somehow grows even bigger as you respond. “i love you too.”
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juuuulez · 6 months
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Negan x Virgin wife reader smut??? Questionable age gap if ur comfortable no pressure though
info: absolutely FILTHY, age gap (reader is 18 when they have sex, negan is like mid 40s), alcohol consumption, negan calls himself daddy, oral (female receiving), loss of virginity, probably more but i can’t even think rn.
summary: Negan’s always taken care of you, only now, you want him in a different way.
omg this took soooo long to write and is also absolutely huge 😭😭 it’s also just pure filth but totally is everything i’ve ever wanted
You were 16 when you arrived at the Sanctuary.
Though, you never really did anything. Negan didn’t even know if you knew how to fire a gun, but he didn’t mind. Your little fingers probably were too soft, they’d shake upon just nearing one, afraid of blemishing your perfect nails.
Your father was a loyal soldier of his, always carried out orders to a T. Therefore, Negan believed that your debt was paid, and didn’t feel the need to make you pull your weight, like most others.
After meetings, when everybody was dismissed, those big wooden doors would open to you standing there, waiting for your father with a sweet smile on your face. He’d place his hand on your back, kiss you on the head, walk you out.
It made Negan think that maybe, just maybe, there was good left in the world. That good was you.
Sometimes a mission would go haywire. Radio connections lost, a truck missing, hijacked. When this happened, you’d always wind up at the door to Negan’s office, timid little knocks garnering his attention. You’d ask, visibly upset, if your father would be okay, if he had any news on when he’d be back.
And Negan would always assure you it was fine, that you’d best get to bed. Morning would come, your father would return, and your world would be complete again. Each time, you’d sniffle, flashing him that sweet little smile before bidding him goodnight.
You were 17 when your father died.
It was a seemingly random attack on an outpost, though Negan knew otherwise. 20-odd men were killed, including your father. When he’d shared the news, you weeped and cried for what felt like hours.
Despite the million tasks to be completed, justice to be avenged, Negan had set that aside to comfort you. Sit down with you, ease your worries, promise that he’d make things right. That whoever did this would pay, he would get your revenge. Even though the tears didn’t stop, and you practically didn’t move from your bed for days afterwards, you’d still managed the effort to give Negan a smile.
You were trying, so, so hard.
But things changed after that.
Well, you changed.
A year went by, and you got harder. Learnt to live on without the guidance of your father, though the struggle was still evident. You were lost, like a little lamb.
Some of the older girls took you under their wing, teaching you the necessities of life in this world. How to make a knife, how to escape rope binding, how to please a man. All the things your father had sheltered you from, made sure you wouldn’t need to worry about.
Though you appreciated their help, it wasn’t the same. Women were too… understanding. They were soft, gentle with you, but it came from a place where they saw a version of themselves in you. No, you wanted something masculine. That protective hand on your back, the feeling of a beard scratching your cheek when he left you sweet little kisses.
You were 18 when you found this again.
Albeit, in a different way.
The war was progressing, however slowly, and tensions were high. Infighting was getting more and more common, Rick was getting on Negan’s last nerve, and his wives were starting to tick him off.
It was another late night, chain-smoking and trying to brainstorm any sort of play against the Alexandria group. Just something to gain some leverage, as he could feel the power slipping from his fingers, whilst they were only getting more and more rebellious.
Just last week, they’d attacked the Sanctuary, where Negan realised that he needed to put an end to this.
There’s that slight knocking at his door, the quiet tap tap tap. He doesn’t need to see to know who it is, nor does he need to answer for you to enter.
You push past the doors, feet clothed in white cotton socks. The type with pink bows on them, on either side. It makes your footsteps silent, padding across the wooden floorboards until you’re standing in front of Negan’s desk.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
It’s become a rather common phrase, though Negan had thought that you were getting better. The attack must have set you off again, put you on edge, anxious. It makes sense, as you weren’t exactly accustomed to the gunfire and shouting.
“You try counting, doll?” Negan asks, watching you over the rim of his glass, letting the smooth whiskey slide down his throat. His eyes wandered downwards, taking in your silk nightdress, falling just to the top of your thighs.
Tantalisingly small, you needed a new one.
This past year, after your 18th birthday, you’d become dangerous. Confident. Each day your shorts seemed to get shorter, the straps on your tanks skinnier. You pushed the limit, that sickly sweet smile transforming into something alluring and tempting whenever you gazed at the younger soldiers.
It was like a ticking time bomb, and without your daddy to guide you, Negan knew you were moments from acting out.
“Mhm. Doesn’t work,” You shrug, eyes downcast upon the wooden desk, like you’re searching the dark grain for some sort of answer to all your problems, “Why count when I can come see you?”
This causes Negan to chuckle, that deep sound that rumbles from his chest, causing you to look back up at him. He sets the glass down, a soft clink as it collides with the table. “Because sometimes I’ll be busy. Ya gotta learn to handle yourself.”
Wrong choice of words.
Negan knew that, because there was this little flicker in your eyes, like a light that had switched on.
Of course you could handle yourself, that’s what you’ve been doing this past year.
You knew what you wanted, and were willing to hunt it down, like prey. All those hushed conversations with the older women, reading all those magazines, you knew what you were doing. Or, you thought you knew what you were doing.
Negan could see this, which is why indulging in these thoughts with you was a dangerous game. He was only a man, after all, and you just looked so good in that little silk dress, the spaghetti straps almost hanging off your soft shoulders. It was like a temptation from the devil himself, the ultimate forbidden fruit.
“C’mere, princess.” He calls out, internally cursing himself for being so fucking stupid, but nonetheless leaning back slightly in his chair.
He was going to hell.
But luckily, sinning was a two player game.
You accepted the invitation, slinking over to him, knuckles just brushing the wooden desk as you pass. Without instruction, you situate yourself between Negan’s slightly parted legs, your ass making contact as you sat on his thigh, rough denim creating friction against your soft skin.
His hands instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer, where you allowed your head to fall against his chest. It was comforting, and Negan smelt like smoke and leather, something to unfamiliarly masculine but you loved it. You wanted to smell it forever, feel him forever.
“Why haven’t you asked me to be a wife?”
This causes Negan to furrow his brows, tilting his head to look down at you. In turn, you meet his gaze, looking up at him through your lashes. The position makes him feel powerful, like you’re tiny in his hands, something he could direct with ease. He quickly banished the thought away, not wanting to corrupt your innocence.
“Because you’re too young, doll.”
“But I know things,” You assert as soon as Negan has given his excuse, desperate to make him understand, “From.. from asking people, from reading magazines. I know what to do.”
Negan’s eyes flicker across your face, taking in the cute little pout on his lips. Reading? It suddenly dawns on him that you’re more inexperienced than you let on. All those flirty remarks, seductive stares directed at his soldiers, hadn’t proved fruitful.
You were a virgin.
Now, that shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, but God. Negan’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, keeping you pressed firmly against him, to which you lifted your head from his chest. One hand raised higher, gently brushing the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The other shifted downwards, snaking his long fingers just under your soft asscheek, peaking from that silky nightgown that bunched above your thighs.
As much as Negan had resented the idea of tarnished your innocence… now it just seemed all the more alluring. Being your first, being the only one you’ll ever taste. Making you his.
“You ever drank whiskey, baby?” He finds himself asking, voice just as smooth and fiery as the alcohol in question.
Your head tilts, eyes owlish and curious as you shake your head no. Negan leans forward in the chair, keeping you close to his chest, and scoops up the previously abandoned glass.
Auburn liquid sloshes slightly with the movement, and Negan takes a moment to adjust you in his lap, manoeuvring your body with ease. He presses his thumb against your plush bottom lip, the slight pressure causing you to open your mouth around him, where he is able to replace the digit with the rim of the glass.
His hand shifts to your jaw, holding you with a firm grip and tilting your head backwards, tipping some of the whiskey into your awaiting mouth. It passes your tongue, gliding down your throat until he pulls the glass back, allowing you just a taste.
Your nose scrunches at the harsh burn, not accustomed to it, before letting your tongue dart out to lick your lips.
“It’s warm.” You mumble, voice still quiet and delicate despite the actions you were partaking in, “Like… in my chest.”
“Yeah? Feelin’ it here?” Negan asks, a smirk beginning to play at his lips in response to your pure innocence. His hand slides up your body, brushing along smooth silk, until it comes to rest just in the channel between your plump breasts. He applies a slight pressure, a firm hand that sits over your heart, where he can feel it increase in tempo.
At this, you smile, pink lips curving upwards while you lean in a little, head tilting up to look at him. Negan feels inclined to mimic the motion, allowing you closer until he can feel your soft breaths against his mouth, lips slightly parted in anticipation.
His eyes flicker down, weighting the severity of these temptations, before meeting your gaze again. “If you wanna do this, baby-girl, then there is no going back,” He advises, voice lowered to match the tension of the situation, “I am going to tear you apart.”
A mixture of anticipation and fear floods your stomach, butterflies tingling and reaching areas that you’d forbidden yourself from touching. Only the slightest motion is required until your lips are touching, pressing against his, causing you to shift closer on your lap.
Negan takes note of your pure eagerness, licking into his mouth with no hesitation, letting your tongues intertwine like you’re trying to taste every inch of his mouth. You’re drunk off the feeling, how he tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, and you can feel his stubble irritating the skin around your mouth but it feels so inexplicably good.
You’re ravenous, fulfilling that deep yearning that’s directed your every movement for the past year. But Negan wants to take it slow, pull you apart, help you understand everything that he’s capable of doing to your body.
So he wraps a hand in your soft hair, balling it around his fist and holding the back of your head in place. A desperate whine leaves you when he pulls his face away, a grin quickly spreading upon seeing your dissatisfied pout.
“Not so fast, baby.” He hums, before diving in once more, directing the pace of the kiss himself.
Whenever you get too eager, trying to take control, Negan will pull away again, letting you gasp and whine and beg him to kiss you again. It’s utterly pathetic, you’ve barely even started and it’s already apparent just how much control Negan has over you, a notion that makes him feel completely elated and also extremely aroused.
It feels like an eternity, with you seated in his lap, leisurely making out and learning exactly what makes you tick. Negan finally lets go of your hair, giving appreciative pets through the silky locks and then down your back, before two large hands are hooking underneath your ass and pulling you upwards.
The sudden movement causes you to gasp, arms quickly gripping onto Negan to steady yourself, but he’s strong enough to manhandle you onto the desk. That white nightgown bunches at your hips, and Negan pushes it upwards to your waist, letting out a low whistle at the sight of your little white lace panties.
“Look at you, princess.” He grumbles, pushing your thighs apart on the desk to get a proper look. There’s a wet stain right over your core, and Negan shamelessly presses his fingers against the thin fabric. The contact makes you squirm, bracing your hands behind you on the wooden desk.
He brings himself closer by pushing the chair forward, whilst simultaneously gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him. Closing the gap, Negan presses his nose against your clothed cunt, letting his tongue dart out to further soil the sticky fabric. The lewd act causes you to gasp, nails scratching against the surface and legs shaking, clamping around his head.
“Tastes so fucking good, baby-girl. This pussy was just made for me.” Negan groans, inhaling your intoxicating scent mixed with the slightly salty taste on his tongue. It took everything in him not to completely brutalise your poor cunt, though he knew it would be sopping by the time he was finished.
Two large, rough hands skate up your thighs, fingers slipping into the dainty handles of your panties. Negan pulls the straps down, letting the fabric fall from your hips and down your legs. Instead of discarding the item onto the floor, or setting it aside, Negan slips them into a nearby drawer. You clock the action, and it makes your face flush bright red.
Negan takes a moment to admire the sight of your bare skin, his hands tracing loving circles into your thighs. “Fuck, can’t believe this is all for me.” He groans, before finally, finally, bringing his mouth close enough to make contact your with your heat.
He licks a long line from your dripping hole, to your clit. Tongue flattened, feeling every ridge of your pussy. The sensation is completely new, leaving you to gasp over him, palms splayed out against the wooden desk. It’s tempting to squeeze his head in your thighs, to completely crumble, but you keep them open and spread.
The effort must be visible, because Negan tilts his head to the side, pressing a tender kiss against your skin. “Bein’ such a good girl, aren’t you? Don’t worry, baby. Let go for me.”
Each word of encouragement is rumbled into the meat of your thighs, and eventually, back into your waiting cunt. It’s overwhelming, in the best way possible, and Negan takes the time to talk you through the pleasure, albeit muffled by how devotedly he’s eating you out.
You squirm against the desk, little pants and surprised cries leaving your mouth, struggling to adjust to the sensation of Negan’s lips suctioning over your clit, creating a steady motion that causes a whole other wave of pleasure to wash over your shoulders.
But then, he’s pressing a single, thick digit against your hole. There’s a slight resistance, but Negan takes his time, circling his finger around the silky cavern until it finally gives, sucking his finger inside. All of this, whilst he continues his assault on your pussy, licking into it shamelessly in a pattern he’s learnt will give you the most pleasure.
“Fuck, it’s.. I-I dunno if I can take it.” You mumble when Negan perseveres, pushing another finger into your warm cunt. It’s a tight fit, but he’s willing to make it work. Determined.
“Oh, baby. You will be taking a lot more than this.”
It fills you with a sense of fear, an anxious feeling growing in the pit of your stomach, like you’ve swallowed a rock. Until Negan pushes his fingers upwards a little, and you practically jump from the desk, a ragged moan leaving your throat. He continues to press against the fleshy spot, meanwhile suctioning his lips around your clit and sucking hard.
You gasp and cry, little tears filling your eyes as you drop backwards. One arm supports you on the desk, the other moving so that you can grip onto Negan’s short, dark hair. Your nails scratch as his scalp, but he doesn’t care, because it’s only a sign of how much pleasure he’s bringing you.
It sounds like you’re trying to say something through the distraught moans, but the words carry no meaning, practically unintelligible. It’s like your bones have turned to jelly, this new feeling arising in your stomach, something you haven’t felt before.
It feels like pressure, an intense pressure. It builds and builds, and you know that it’ll snap soon, but you can’t find your words in order to warn Negan. Yet, he already knows, of course he knows. By the end of this, he’ll understand your body better than you do. Maybe he already does.
Because when it snaps, your orgasm finally reaching its peak, Negan only quickens the pace of his fingers and tongue. His other hand is now on your lower stomach, leaving soft pets against the skin, gently trying to bring you down from everything.
Now, Negan would love nothing more than to keep going, to devour your sopping pussy until you’re crying tears of pain, begging him to relent. One day, he’ll have you like that. Not now, not while you’re still adjusting to everything that he’s possible of giving you.
The hand previously positioned in his hair falls down to his shoulder, where Negan finally brings his face up from your pussy, leaning in closer to you. His beard is shiny with your slick, fingers similarly coated in it, and there are red marks from where his stubble had irritated your sensitive thighs.
You look a mess.
Panting, teary eyed. Face all red and flushed, looking up at him. Your mouth opens to speak, but Negan is quick to cover it with his own, capturing you in a deep kiss.
It’s messy, passionate, though you’re really worn out. Yet, you show him your appreciation, licking feverishly into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. Then you’re leaning forward, pushing yourself back into a sitting position on the desk, arms wrapped around Negan’s shoulders.
When you break apart, he nudges your cheek with his nose, moving to press kisses against your skin. “How ‘bout I get you into bed, huh?”
You push away from him, shaking your head. There’s a look of confusion on your face, a small pour forming against your lips. “No, no, not yet. We can keep going.” You protest, looking up at him with the most precious, hurt little eyes.
Negan moves his hand up, capturing your face in his grasp, holding you still. His thumb rubs at your plump bottom lip, still wet with his spit, all bitten and red.
“You really want this?” He asks, “Because ‘s gonna hurt, baby. It’ll feel good, but it’ll hurt first.”
You only nod, separating yourself from his hold, to lie back against the wooden desk. It’s slightly uncomfortable, and cold against the naked skin of your thighs, but you prop your feet up against the wood in order to present yourself to him.
It’s lewd, a temptation, you’re trying to lure him in. And it works. Of course it does. Negan can’t deny you any longer, not with that sweet smile, beautiful little face. He wants nothing more than to know that you’re his, and only his.
“Beautiful girl.” He rumbles, splaying a hand over your stomach, running it up over the curve of your breasts. The silk nightgown is pushed upwards, until it’s pooled around your neck. Negan leans down, helping you to sit up a little, so that he can remove the nightgown completely.
Now, you lay bare on his desk, causing him to whistle at the sight. There’s already a damp spot near the edge, where your pussy had stained the wood, a mixture of slick and Negan’s spit. There was another pool forming, where your legs now lay spread at the end, awaiting the blessed moment you’d been dreaming about.
Negan is careful about it, sticks his fingers back into your sopping hole, making sure it’s maintained it’s previous elasticity. It practically sucks him in, and to prove your point, you squeeze your muscles around his fingers.
“Okay, baby. Don’t get impatient on me.” He coos, one hand remaining on your thigh, whilst the other works at removing his pants.
They drop to the floor with a heavy noise, to which he doesn’t bother to fully move them, letting the denim slump around his boots. You prop yourself up a little, looking down the length of your body to where Negan finally reveals his cock.
It’s thick, much thicker than his fingers. How is that even supposed to fit in there? It’s wide around the base and tip, long and curved upwards, towards his stomach. Subconsciously, your legs close a little, but Negan keeps his grip firm as he presses your thighs against the desk.
“You still wanna do this, baby?” He asks, despite his greater instinct to just claim what’s in front of him. Admittedly, it’s been a little difficult to hold off this long.
If you were anyone else, the act would be long done by now. But this was different. You were different. He still wanted to take care of you, like you were a helpless little girl, except you weren’t. This was your plan, after all. Like a lioness, you’d hunted him down, and there no way you were going home without your reward.
A smile spreads on your lips, looking up at him through your lashes, “Yes, please.”
It’s said in that same sweet tone, as if you’re not actually begging for his cock, but another bedtime story. Like you aren’t naked on his desk, pussy dripping down onto the wood, completely spread out like a lavish meal.
“Good girl.” He mumbles, pulling your legs so that they dangle over either of his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. At this angle, he can already feel your heat, so, so close to him.
One hand grips his cock, the other planted across your stomach, a large hand splayed over your skin for comfort. Negan looks down, guiding himself to finally press against your core. There’s a slight resistance, but in no time, he’s length is being sucked into your gooey walls.
There’s a pensive look on your face, which he notices, causing a smile to grow on his own. Your nose twitches slightly, chewing on your bottom lip, trying to adjust to the new feeling. It doesn’t necessarily feel bad, just strange.
But, Negan is only able to get the first few inches in, until there’s a hitch in the process. He leans down, letting you wrap your arms around him, and captures your mouth in a kiss. You give in instantly, preoccupied completely with licking into his mouth, therefore not fully aware of the firm thrust he gives to break through the barrier.
You hiss into his mouth, accidentally biting down onto his lip. Negan doesn’t seem to mind, as he begins pressing kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of bloody marks in his wake.
“Shh, you’re okay,” He soothes, keeping his hips still, not yet pressing any further until the pain has subsided, “Ain’t gonna hurt for much longer.”
The promise proves fruitful, as within a few moments, you’re wiggling a little in his grasp, giving the silent permission to continue. You look down the gap between you, watching as Negan’s cock slowly pushes further in, until your hips are finally flush.
“Breathe, babygirl.” He murmurs, still licking and sucking over your skin. The wet trail continues, until Negan pays attention to your plump breasts, his tongue collecting the beads of sweat that’s built from the exertion.
You claw at his neck, one hand making it’s way into his hair, scratching slightly at his scalp. Then he’s moving, gently pulling out, until just the tip remains. You breathe through the uncomfortable feeling as he pushes back in, a mixture of your slick and a little blood dripping down your ass, only to pool on the wooden desk.
It’s intense, having Negan stretch you open on his cock, the kind of sensation you’d never felt before. You keep watching between you, keen interest in your eye, which he finds adorable. Even as he speeds up a little, the twinge of pain subsiding into a constant flow of pleasure, you’re still fighting to keep your eyes on him.
He readjusts, bringing your legs back down, only to firmly pin your thighs to the desk. In this position, you’re completely spread for him, causing a blush of embarrassment to rise on your cheeks.
It doesn’t last long, as Negan has found the perfect angle to thrust up into you, causing you to raggedly moan and your eyes to squeeze shut. He continues to hammer the same spot, and it feels heavenly, like his cock is actually in your stomach.
You scratch at the wooden desk, gripping for dear life as Negan holds you still, both large hands planted across your thighs. He’s gripping and kneading them, and you hope they’ll be bruised the next day.
But finally being sheathed in your wet heat is it’s own struggle for Negan, as he’s trying to hold off cumming for as long as possible. He’d been rock-hard the entire time you were making out, but this? It was a victory better than war.
So he moves one hand off your thigh, bringing it to your swollen and abused clit. You gasp as he makes contact, tracing firm, tight circles over the muscle that make your eyes roll back, pathetic noises leaving your parted lips.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for daddy.” He praises, leaning down to leave dark marks on the junction of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder as Negan continues to fuck into you, hitting that fleshy spot that causes you to cry.
It’s obvious when your orgasm hits you, as your whole body shudders, moans tapered off into high-pitched whines of pleasure. Your gooey walls clench around Negan’s cock, making him groan into your flesh, putting more force behind his thrusts.
Luckily, it’s all he needs to finish, pumping his cum deep into your channel. The overstimulation causes your hips to twitch, legs jolting with the sudden sensation, but Negan tests your limits, shallowly pushing his seed deeper inside you.
Your nails scratch at his neck, eyes pricking with overworked tears, “It’s too much.” You squeak out, voice all raw from all those noises that had been forced from your throat.
“Okay, beautiful,” Negan whispers, pulling himself out of your sensitive cunt, hands gently soothing the bruised skin of your thighs, “But next time, you’ll take it until I say so.”
It’s vaguely threatening, and causes another wave of arousal to ebb through your stomach. However, your mind focuses on one thing, a bashful and pleased smile growing on your tired face.
“Next time?”
It catches Negan off guard slightly, realising what he’d said. That, and you just look so happy, like you’ve finally gotten what you wanted.
“Of course, darlin’. You belong to me.” He assures, savouring the fact that you were so eager to be with him, despite everything.
That night, the nightmares didn’t return. Of course, you didn’t go back to your bed, but instead Negan’s. He took care of you from then on out, it was safe to say you were his new favourite.
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could u pls write the brothers x a reader who dropped out of school/college? having a rly hard time rn and i could use the comfort, tysm <3
having a hard time in the human realm
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includes: brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .7k | rated t | m.list
warnings: crying, breakdowns, implied depression
a/n: i'm sorry you're having a hard time :(( i wish you all the best and lots of love and comfort. hope this helps! my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback!
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mammon exchanges worried looks with asmo when there’s no response when he knocks on the door to your apartment. it had been nearly three months since you’d returned to the human realm and since you’d first separated, you hadn’t missed a single weekly call. until tonight, that is.
and combine that with the fact that you weren’t responding to anyone, weren’t active on any social media, and now weren’t answering your door… mammon’s getting seriously concerned.
“let’s break in,” belphie says, and it’s a testament to how worried lucifer is that he agrees.
“i can pick locks, hold on,” asmo says, dropping to his knees and pulling a bobby pin out of his pocket. man, lucifer must be really worried if he’s not even remarking on this!
a moment passes, and then asmo pushes the door open, rising back to his feet. he leads the way into your apartment, and mammon takes in the dark interior. it’s messy and cluttered, a far cry from the neat and tidy room you’d kept at the house of lamentation, and it’s also silent.
lucifer takes the helm then, moving through your living room. mammon can see a dim kitchen with piled-up dishes, and then gets distracted by another door. presumably the door to your room.
mammon knocks on that one, then opens it. like the rest of the apartment, the room is dark, with thick curtains pulled over the window. mammon steps over the clothes all over the floor, towards your bed, which is messy with sheets and blankets piled up.
but thankfully, there’s a person there too. mammon puts a hand on your shoulder, grateful he can see the rise and fall of your chest. so, at least you’re still alive?
shaking you gently, mammon waits for you to wake. his brothers crowd the bed around him, but stay quiet.
with a gasp, you sit up, looking around wildly. “w-what?”
“it’s just us, mc,” beel says soothingly, and you calm slightly, then squint, confused.
“what are you doing here?”
“we were worried,” levi volunteers. “you weren’t answering your ddd and missed dour call.”
“oh,” you say slowly, probably still waking up. “that was today? i’m sorry, i’ve just been really…busy. and wait, you guys decided to break into my apartment?”
“busy?” says lucifer, dodging the accusation question. “with school?”
you look to the side shiftily, and mammon’s glad his eyes can see well enough in the dark where a human would struggle. “something like that.”
“cut the crap,” asmo says suddenly. “what’s going on, mc?”
without warning, tears well up in your eyes. “i’m sorry,” you say miserably, scrubbing at your eyes with your sleeve. “i’m sorry. i’m just so tired.”
mammon wraps an arm around your shoulders (were they always this fragile feeling?), and pulls you to his chest. “what’s wrong?”
“it’s just so hard!” you say after a breath. “i miss you guys so much. every day. it feels like a piece of me is missing. and as hard as it was to adjust to the devildom it’s even harder re-adjusting now. i miss the house of lamentation and being at rad and all of you. i can’t do this.”
“i had no idea you were feeling this way,” lucifer says quietly, guiltily. mammon feels the same way. how had he not noticed you were hurting?
“i stopped going to my classes,” you continue, a sob ripping free. “there’s no way i can get any credits for this semester. i want to go home.”
mammon locks eyes with his brothers. there’s no way they’re leaving you here tonight.
“let’s take you home, then,” he says, and you blink up at him.
“wait, really?”
“there’s no rule saying you can’t come back,” lucifer says. “i thought that’s what you wanted. after all, you were only supposed to be an exchange student after all. but if we had had any idea of how much this would have hurt you, diavolo and i would have never let you leave. so yes, let’s go home.”
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wilbursprincess · 3 months
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wilbur and partner who struggles sleeping? or wilbur and partner who gets intense hyperfixations (me rn with gotham lmaoo)
Wilbur Helping His Partner With Insomnia
Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Brief mentions of taking pills
Hi yet again @loserconfirmed! I was so happy to see your username pop up in my asks because you truly never miss! Both of these ideas are great (and I really relate to both lol), but insomnia is something I’ve been struggling with lately so I’m bursting at the seam with ideas! I might write some hyperfixation headcannons when the mountain of asks dwindles slightly <3
Headcannons below cut!
~He’d mention to you casually that you looked more tired than usual, and seemed genuinely concerned.
~”Oh, I guess I haven’t been sleeping well again. It’s nothing, Will, don’t worry.”
~Wilbur’s brows would knit in concern. “Again? Aw, baby, does this happen often?”
~At this point, you’d open up about struggling with insomnia for the past few years.
~Wilbur would open up too, offering up his own struggles with insomnia and his arms for comfort.
~He’d go out to the store, and come back an hour or so later with a few different kinds of melatonin, sleepytime tea, lavender scented pillow spray even a new comfy set of pjs, anything he thinks could help you.
~”We’re in this together, baby, ok?”
~That evening, he comes over again, with an overnight bag and his pajamas on.
~Coaxes you off your phone and laptop an hour or so before bed with the sleepytime tea, offering you a melatonin with it.
~When you get to your bedroom, he’s fluffed up the pillows, made your bed, and sprayed the room with the lavender spray.
~Helps you into bed and into his arms, stroking your hair and rubbing your hands as you slowly relax, and finally, drift off to sleep.
~You wake up the next morning still secure in Wilbur’s arms, him snoring gently with his head on your shoulder.
~Overjoyed when you wake him up to inform him how well you slept.
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beanghostprincess · 6 months
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Hi, finally got to read your fanfic to my prompt. I LOVED it. Usopp and Luffy are so cute. And I loved Zoro and Sanji in there struggle with there feelings.
I think when Luffy and Usopp finaly find out what kind of beetle it is (maybe Chopper tells them). They both become a bit clingy to there boyfriends, because now that they arent occupied with the beetle, they are missing there boyfriends. Zoro and Sanji would love be absolutly smug and the rest of the crew would annoyed, but happy for them. Because Sanji and Zoro were acting very obvios to everyone but there boyfriends.
AWWW I'M SO SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT 💖💖💖 let me tell you i was worried you wouldn't bc i made it angstier than i wanted to at first 😭😭 but!! BUT!!!! there are these two scenes i wanted to write but didn't at the end:
-> luffy sitting with zoro while he's on night guard and curling up on his side in silence. zoro is used to his boyfriend doing this, but luffy is hugging him closer and tighter than usual, and he just gets it. zoro takes it as an apology, even though he thinks luffy shouldn't be the one doing it. so zoro goes: "did you two find out? about the beetle thing." and luffy goes on and on talking about the beetle and its species and etcetcetc. they spend a long time like that until luffy falls asleep hugging him.
-> sanji and usopp cuddling together on one of the beds (usopp is the big spoon, just so you can imagine it). sanji is about to fall asleep but they have a conversation that goes:
usopp: i'm sorry i didn't spend time with you today. i should've-
sanji: it's fine, mon cheri, you had fun with our captain and that's what matters
usopp: but still... what you made today? those were great. you should do it more. i loved them. i- i love you. (conversation really really summarized btw bc i need to sleep rn)
sanji: what-
usopp: is it too soon? fuck. it is too soon, right? just forget i said anything *nervous laugh* let's just- i was joking! i was-
sanji: i love you too.
and then they kiss and cuddle and kiss again and keep doing this for a while until franky throws a pillow at them because: "it's super sweet, you guys, but we need to sleep too."
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violetsandfluff · 2 years
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Sweet Creature (h.s.)
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a/n: a huge thank you to @fallinallincurls for lending me her concept! it’s awesome, so go read it rn. i’ve been struggling with tumblr all day long, so please tell me if anything is wrong with this. some lines didn’t paste in, and others pasted seven times, and I don’t know why. i’m never gonna fucking write again if this persists, soooo yeah. anyway, i love this idea, so I hope it’s somewhat enjoyable at least xo
summary: the reader is sick on her birthday and harry vows to give her the best day ever, despite that.
word count: 4.something k
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Harry let out a wistful sigh as he looked down at the sleeping beauty in his arms. The way you could look so ethereal while you slept was something he’d never understand. It was cloudy and gray outside, but the light was still streaming into the window, casting an angelic glow on your gorgeous features.
You were positioned in his arms with your face buried into his thin white t-shirt so you could smell the scent you loved so much, which was inherently his. Your arms were wrapped loosely around him and your fists were stuffed with handfuls of his shirt and he’d have it no other way.
“G’mornin’, angel,” Harry said softly in his low morning voice, caressing your forehead gently with his thumb.
“G’mornin’, angel,” Harry said softly in his low morning voice, caressing your forehead gently with his thumb.
You stirred in his arms and moved your head to rest higher up on his chest, but said nothing.
You stirred in his arms and moved your head to rest higher up on his chest, but said nothing.
You stirred in his arms and moved your head to rest higher up on his chest, but said nothing.
“Good morning,” he repeated with a sleepy smile. “Happy birthday, love!”
“Thank you,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your fists. “What time is it?”
“Eight-forty-two,” he replied after a glance at the clock. “Someone’s sleepy, huh?”
You nodded, your head still resting on his chest. Your eyes were brimming with tears that could only be described as disappointed.
“Are you alright?” he questioned, brows furrowed with concern.
You shook your head. “I don’t feel good. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, honey,” he sighed as he squeezed you tightly. “Don’t be sorry. Shit happens, it’s okay.”
“But now we can’t do everything you had planned.”
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. We can do those things some other time. Besides, there’s plenty of stuff to do around the house.”
“Like what?”
“First off, we’ll get some cold medicine in you so you’ll feel better. Then I’ll make you breakfast—whatever you want—and we can watch movies or snuggle or something. Sound good?”
You sniffled and nodded. “You’re so good to me, Harry,” you whimpered.
“It’s ‘cuz I love you,” he explained. “I’ll do anything for you.”
You let out a whiny hum at his words.
“So do you want for your birthday?” he inquired.
“An orgasm,” you answered without missing a beat.
“Just one?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” A naughty glimmer rested in his green eyes and you loved it.
“Yes.”
“Only one orgasm for my birthday girl?” Harry pouted and you had to crack a smile.
“Yes.”
A priceless look rested on his beautiful face, causing you to laugh out loud, despite your sore throat.
“You can have it whenever you’re ready,” he promised before changing the subject tactfully. “If you want to sleep in a little longer, I can get started making you some breakfast.”
You nodded your agreement and he got up, leaving a warm, empty spot on the bed next to you. You shivered, already missing his warmth, and he let out a low chuckle.
“Aww, my baby’s all shivery,” he frowned. “I can grab you some more blankets if you need ‘em.”
“Yes, please,” you agreed, pulling the comforter up to your chin.
Harry returned moments later with an armful of blankets and pillows of various colors and patterns. “Get comfortable,” he commanded lightheartedly.
You rolled onto your right side and curled up around one of the pillows, and he used the rest to prop you up. You were wrapped up like a burrito in all of the blankets, and he admired his work with a giggle. “You’re so cute wrapped up like that,” he smiled, pressing kisses to your warm temples between his words.
You sniffled and wiped your nose on the pillow before giving him a smile in return.
“I’ll leave you alone now. Gonna make you something to eat, okay?”
You hummed in approval, your eyes closing with his touch.
“Sleep tight, baby doll.”
A little less than an hour later, you woke up and heard a timer going off in the kitchen, followed by Harry’s careful footsteps. You emerged from your blanket cocoon, only to scurry back in when the cool air hit you. The blankets were warm from being slept in, and they fell comfortably against you.
A few minutes later, you heard Harry’s footsteps approaching the bedroom’s closed door.
He poked his head cautiously into the room, entering fully when he saw that you were awake.
“Did you sleep?” Was the first thing he asked.
“Yeah,” you grinned. “I’m really comfortable.”
“My baby and her little nest,” he said with adoration as he ruffled your hair. “Are you ready for breakfast?”
“Yeah,” you said, imagining the wonderful scents that your stuffy nose was causing you to miss out on. “What did you make?”
“Can’t you smell it?”
“No.”
“Well then, it’s a surprise. Hey!” An excited sparkle entered Harry’s green eyes. “Can I choose an outfit for you to wear?”
“Yes,” you giggled, causing your throat to tickle. “Choose me something comfortable.”
Harry crossed the room in a few long strides and began rummaging through the two dressers that stood together. He selected some articles of clothing as you watched from your cocoon, pulling some tissues from the box on your nightstand. You blew your nose as your boyfriend laid out the clothes at the foot of the bed.
“Ta-da!” he beamed adorably, making jazz hands. “Do you like it?”
The outfit consisted of an old pair of your sweatpants and one of Harry’s softest t-shirts, as well as his heaviest sweatshirt.
“That looks so cozy,” you commented as you prepared to have your boyfriend’s idea of cute bestowed upon you.
“Nice and cozy for my girl to rest and get better in.”
The sweatpants slid up effortlessly and the worn brown graphic tee fell almost to your knees. You decided to keep the sweatshirt off during breakfast at least, because the sleeves would be far too long to eat in.
“Mind if I carry you, princess?” Harry asked, and you granted him permission immediately.
He picked you up and your legs found themselves around his waist instinctively, your arms hanging loosely around his neck. You buried your face in the back of his shoulder momentarily, just long enough to muffle a big sneeze that left you sniffling.
“Bless you,” he cooed gently as he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Surprise!”
You were set down on the cold kitchen floor where you turned around to see the island decorated with a vase of flowers and two ornate placemats that looked like they came from someone’s dead grandma’s house. A shiny happy birthday sign hung on the wall and a card sat on your chair, along with a bottle of cold medicine. You picked them up before sitting down, and watched Harry intently as he dished up the food.
You couldn’t get over his physique and his personality and his heart no matter how hard you tried. He was by far the most thoughtful, loving, caring, hottest boyfriend ever.
He set a plate down in front of you and you gave him a warm smile as you took it in. Your birthday breakfast consisted of strawberries, eggs, bacon, and an extremely appetizing cinnamon roll with icing on top.
“Oh, Harry,” you sighed happily. “You didn’t have to do all this, but it’s amazing! Thanks so much!”
Harry blushed a little at the compliment before seating himself on the chair beside you. “You deserve it, puppy. You deserve the world. It’s gotta suck to feel icky on your birthday, so I’m gonna do everything in my power to make it memorable.”
“Every day with you is memorable,” you smiled as you took a sip of orange juice. “You’re my favorite person ever.”
Harry was about to respond with something sappy, but he was interrupted by a sudden bright idea. “Ooh, wait!” he sprung from his seat like he was possessed by Tigger. “Don’t start eating yet.”
He began opening and closing cupboards and drawers with gusto, desperately searching for two sacred items. He returned to the table once he’d found them, and frowned at your amusement.
“Don’t laugh.”
He lit a match and stuck a striped, half-melted birthday candle into the center of your cinnamon roll.
“It’s pathetic, I know, but I promise I’ll get a cake as soon as you feel better.”
You leaned out of your chair to give him a side hug.
“Make a wish,” he urged, his eyes aglow like a five-year-old at a birthday party.
You thought long hard about what to wish for, but you ultimately decided that you had all that you could ever want or need. You moved your face closer to the flame to blow it out, but you were caught off guard by a sneeze.
It came on too quickly for you to cover, so you just apologized quietly and refused to look at Harry.
“That’s one way to do it,” he chuckled. “That’s why I didn’t make a cake. No offense.”
“None taken,” you groaned, trying not to find humor in the situation. When the laughter became too hard for both of you to suppress, you set your head on the table and pretended to cry while Harry continued laughing.
“Don’t make fun of me,” you pouted. “If it was up to me I wouldn’t feel so gross.”
“I know, I know. Sorry, lovie.” Harry threw an arm around you and picked his fork up.
Breakfast was delicious, and the little bit that you could smell was equally mouthwatering. The conversation was dominated by Harry since your throat was sore and scratchy, but he made sure you knew how loved you were, and how much your smile and laugh meant to him.
“We’ve got a busy day, you know,” he said as he examined the dishes in the sink, debating whether he should do them or leave them, and ultimately deciding to let them go. “Lots of stuff to do.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, you know,” he repeated. “Movies to watch, naps to take, kisses to give, and orgasms to be dealt.”
You licked your lips at the thought of an orgasm from Harry. “Sounds good to me!”
“Gifts to be opened,” he continued with a wink.
“Spending a whole day with you is a gift!” you protested. “What more could I possibly want?”
“You know.”
“Stop saying that,” you giggled, wiping your nose on the shoulder of your t-shirt. “It means nothing, you know.”
Harry just shook his head and popped a strawberry into his mouth, leaves and all. “If only you knew.”
He walked with you to the couch where he picked you up and set you on his lap. “There,” he said with satisfaction. “I like to hold my baby.”
You stayed on his lap, staring into space while he braided your hair, letting the comfortable silence set in.
He was always so gentle with you, especially when you weren’t feeling your best, and his touch always relaxed you.
“You look like you could use a nap,” he noticed, and you nodded in resignation.
“I’m sorry,” you pouted with a sniffle. “I’m no fun today.”
“You’re not boring, I promise. Plus, I really like to snuggle with you,” he said softly, placing kisses all over your forehead and cheeks. “If you were dead, I’d snuggle with your corpse.”
You gave him a blank stare as you tried to comprehend what he’d just said.
“Yeah, that didn’t sound how I anticipated,” he shook his head. “Sorry ‘bout that, love bug.”
“It’s okay, Harry,” you said, petting his head. “I love you anyway.”
“You’ve got goosebumps all over,” he breathed as he felt your bare arms. “Lets go up to bed for a little bit. You can take a nap if you want, or we can just relax in your little blanket fort. Anything you want, darling.”
Goosebumps were the least of your problems. You could barely keep your eyes open, and you could barely breathe without making your throat tickle. Your throat felt rawer and rawer after every swallow, and your head was pounding. A nap would be a good escape.
You followed Harry upstairs and he tucked you into the mound of blankets before joining you and nestling a box of tissues into the covers by your head.
“Thank you,” you said miserably. “I’ll need them.”
“The medicine should start kicking in any minute, lovie,” Harry assured you.
You rolled over in hopes of getting more cuddles and he gave you the prettiest, most genuine smile you had ever seen. His eyes were full of warmth and compassion, and he was practically begging to be kissed.
Placing one hand on each of his cheeks, you pulled him down closer to you and put a simple kiss on his warm, soft lips.
He hummed with pleasure.
When you tried to lay back down, he laid down with you, his head hanging above yours. One of his strong arms wrapped around your back, and his opposite hand rested firmly on the back of your head. He held you steady as he lowered his lips down to yours.
He kissed you deeply and passionately, his tongue slipping into your mouth and meeting yours. He would have stayed there, kissing you forever, had your nose not been blocked. After you pulled away for the third time, Harry retracted himself as well, and laid back against the pillow mountain.
“I think it’s time for us to have a nap.”
As much as you wanted to keep kissing him, you had to agree. Maybe you would feel better in your dreams.
He pulled you close to him and rewarded you with a kiss on the tip of your sensitive nose. “Sweet dreams, Y/NN.”
You responded with a sneeze and an apology.
Harry shook his head, a lopsided smile adorning his face. “Bless you. Nap time for real, now?”
You pulled a tissue from the box beside you and blew your nose with it before cuddling up with him again.
“You’ll feel better when you wake up. I promise.”
Harry’s arms were the best place to sleep. They held you tightly so you felt safe and secure, and you could feel his solid chest beneath you. If you were positioned correctly, you could even hear his heartbeat and his rhythmic breathing, and feel it on the back of your neck. You were convinced that his arms were the safest place in the world.
You had no trouble falling asleep there, and you always slept soundly. You always woke up well rested and happy, and today was no exception.
“Y/N,” Harry greeted you when he saw your open eyes. “Do you feel better?”
“Yes,” you sighed in satisfaction. “Where were you?”
“I made you some soup,” he explained, beckoning towards his side table. Then, upon seeing your face, he asked, “You’re not hungry, are you?”
Biting your lip, you shook your head reluctantly, quickly adding, “I’ll try some, though.”
“Just have a little bit,” Harry compromised. “It’ll help with your throat if nothing else.”
He adjusted the blankets around your lap when you sat up, and he handed you the one of the two steamy bowls.
It was warm and comfortable in your hands, and you were sure it smelled heavenly. You blew at the steam before dipping a spoon into it.
“It’s good, baby,” you praised. “It feels good on my throat. Thanks.”
“It’s straight out of a can,” he laughed. “Not too much room for me to screw up. You’re welcome. You don’t have to finish it, I kind of made a lot.”
You only ate a few bites, but Harry didn’t push it. Instead, he grabbed an armful of pillows and blankets and motioned for you to follow him. “I’m gonna get us set up on the couch. You start thinking about what movie you want to watch.”
You followed his tall figure down the stairs and to the living room couch, where he dropped the pile of blankets and collapsed onto the cushions.
“Stop doing that,” you giggled as you laid down on top of him and pulled the blankets up to your chin. “We’re going to need a whole new couch before this one is a year old!”
“Relax. This couch can hold me.”
“You’ll think it’s really funny when it crumbles beneath you.”
“I take it you’re feeling better?”
“Kind of,” you sniffled, causing your throat to tickle.
“I know what would make it better, though,” he grinned.
“What?” You were intrigued.
“The Greatest Showman?”
“How did you guess?”
“Better question. How dumb would I have to be to guess wrong?”
“Good point,” you sniffled, resting your head against his chest. “You know me so well.”
He turned on the television and soon the movie’s familiar intro was playing. You knew practically every line of the entire thing, and every song, yet it never got old. Lying on your boyfriend’s chest, watching your favorite movie, snuggled up with your favorite blankets was the epitome of comforting.
He kept you snug and secure the whole time, moving to accommodate you when you rolled over. He rubbed your back when you coughed and kissed your forehead when you sniffled or sneezed. He knew how clingy you were whenever you got sick, and he indulged it fully, always making himself available for cuddle time.
The movie tended to whiz by. Every time you watched it, it seemed to end faster, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.
“Did you like it?” Harry teased. “Was it better than the three billion other times we’ve watched it?”
“Yessss,” you whispered before clearing your throat. “Can I get my present now?”
“Oh, yeah!” Harry’s eyes lit up. “Let me go get them.”
“Not those, silly,” you laughed. “The one I asked for earlier.”
“Oh, that present.” Harry’s eyes gleamed hungrily. “Naughty girl.”
You received four orgasms by the time he was done with you, and more than your fair share of birthday spankings. He had been gentle with you, but you could still feel it when he was done.
Now you were sitting on the floor by the coffee table, wrapped in his sweatshirt, watching him clean up.
Every few seconds he’d avert his gaze to you and give you a playful smirk before going back to cleaning.
You sighed and rested your head on the cool glass of the coffee table as you watched him.
He saw you from his peripheral and just shook his head. “Must be nice,” he mused. “I’m kidding. I don’t mind cleaning up after a pretty girl makes a pretty mess all over me.”
You gave a lustful hum, becoming aware of how you probably looked with your cheek smashed against the coffee table.
“You like that?” Harry taunted good-naturedly. “Yeah? How ‘bout we go take a bath. Would that feel good?”
Baths with Harry were usually how you led up to sex. He would let you sit on his lap because you didn’t like to be on the bottom of the tub. Eventually, you would start shifting on top of him to get his cock nice and hard, and next thing you knew, he was buried deep inside you. After-sex cleanup usually consisted of a hasty shower or nothing at all. Today was much different, because he was striving to pamper you.
There was a candle lit, but the lights were off, so as to assuage your headache. You were lying limply on his chest, playing with his tits, per usual, as he was deep in thought.
It was getting late and you hadn’t had dinner or opened your presents yet. You had no idea what was awaiting you, but he did, and he was beginning to get anxious. A symptom of his anxiety was restlessness, and he was definitely getting restless.
“Harry, babe, are you okay?” you asked, disgruntled from all of his sudden movement.
“I’m alright. You know what? How about we order some takeout. Whatever you want, I’ll call it in right now.”
“What’s open?”
“Good point,” he admitted, squinting to examine the foggy clock on the wall. “It’s nine-twenty-nine, probably only bars. Still, I bet we could order something good.”
“Get me whatever you order, unless it has peanuts in it.”
“My indecisive princess at her finest,” he chuckled with admiration. “I’m gonna go dry off and call it in.”
You stayed in the tub just long enough to watch him dry off every part of his body and tie the towel around his waist, stepping out of the room, phone in hand.
A gust of cool air entered when the door opened, and you climbed out of the tub to avoid the draft. The mixture of the day��s events and your headache made you feel like you were dreaming. You expected to wake up beside him at any moment, but this was indeed real life, and it was about to get even more dreamlike.
You dressed yourself in Harry’s pajamas from the night before and walked down to the living room, setting up camp on the couch again.
Harry was in the other bathroom, doin with something curious, but you figured he might not want you to investigate in case he had clogged the toilet, or done something embarrassing.
“Food’ll be delivered in twenty minutes,” he hollered as he continued doing what he was doing. “I’ll be out as soon as possible.”
You gave him a sound of acknowledgment before groping the cushions blindly for the remote, which was all the way down on his end, of course.
You turned on the television to find that The Greatest Showman was paused on the screen with a minute left of the credits. You rewound it to the beginning, snuggling up with a blanket and pillow as the intro played for the second time that day.
“Again?” Harry cried in mock disdain from the bathroom and you just smiled, knowing how hard it must be for him to watch your favorite movie over and over.
“Just once more, I promise!” you called as you tried to wrangle your hair into two neat braids.
Harry emerged from the bathroom just moments before you heard the knock at the door. He rushed to answer it, making only brief conversation with the delivery man. He returned to the couch and set the short rectangular box down on the coffee table.
“I just got a pizza, I hope that’s okay,” he said reluctantly as he opened the box. “I figured you could have as much or as little as you wanted.”
“Pizza’s fine, love!” you reassured him. “Thank you so much, this was an awesome day.”
“A lot better than lying around, feeling sick, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Once both of you had eaten, Harry pulled the hood of your (his) pajamas up, over your head and hair until it was covering your eyes.
“Stay right here,” he said, excitement evident in his voice. “I’ll be right back.”
He ran into the bathroom and returned with two small boxes, one in each hand. They weren’t wrapped, and that made them even more intriguing.
He knelt down before you, putting one in your hand.
You slid the lid off to reveal a bundle of tissue paper. Inside was a stuffed bear, a pair of furry socks, hoop earrings, and a tube of shimmery lipgloss.
“Thank you, baby!” you exclaimed, removing the hoops from the cards and putting them into your ears. “I can’t wait to try on that lipgloss! And how did you know that I’ve always wanted… fluffy orange panda socks?”
Harry shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m smart. Now… you better open this. I’m kind of excited,” he admitted sheepishly.
You took the box from him and removed the lid gingerly. Inside was a Kleenex box.
“Aww, thank you, Haz,” you laughed. “You knew how much I needed this!”
Harry chuckled. “You’re welcome, but that’s not all. Open it.”
You gave him a confused look before trying to slide your nail into the box’s seam. When it didn’t budge, you handed it back to him.
“Try this. My nails are breaking.”
Harry pried the box open and placed it back into your hands, face pale with anticipation and nerves.
You peeled back the white paper to reveal a minimalistic black box. You blinked in disbelief as Harry pulled it from your hand and snapped the lid up slowly.
The pieces clicked into place. He had been anxious all day. He was down on one knee, holding open a box with a gorgeous ring inside.
Time seemed to freeze.
After a full day of having a sore throat, your voice decided to leave you at that moment. You were unable to speak, unable to blink, unable to look away, or even breathe. Your whole body was trembling and your palms became instantaneously sweaty. You were on the verge of tears, and your racing heart was the only thing you could hear.
Harry felt the same way. No matter how hard he tried, no words could escape the barrier of his lips. Looking at your astonished face didn’t help. He felt unworthy to say the least.
“Will you marry me?” he squeaked.
You swallowed several times, racking your brain for words to say. You had imagined this so many times, and planned out your potential responses, but all of those were forgotten now. All you could manage was a slight, tearful, choking yes.
“Yay,” Harry exhaled shakily as his eyes welled up, relief washing over him. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, flicking the box shut before enveloping you in the most loving, passionate, strangling hug of your life.
“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” you sniffled as tears cascaded down both of your cheeks.
You had seen Harry cry before, but only a little bit at a time. Now, he had his face buried in your shoulder and you could feel his tears seeping through the thick fabric of the sweatshirt you were wearing.
“I love you,” he cried, his voice high and pinched. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”
“Thank you,” you mumbled. “I love you so fucking much, too. I’m just sorry that-”
“Oh, baby, when’ll you just learn to hold your tongue and stop apologizing for things that are out of your control?”
“I hope it didn’t cost you any money to cancel… whatever you had planned.”
“It didn’t,” Harry let out a soft breath through his nose. “You have to admit, we had a pretty awesome day at home, though, hm?”
“Yes,” you agreed. “It’s gotta be a little disappointing, though.”
“You never disappoint me.”
You sat back against the armrest and Harry curled up with his head on your tummy. He opened the ring box and slid the gorgeous gift of devotion onto your finger, pressing a kiss to the jewel.
You stayed there in silence, playing with your fiance’s curls, and admiring how your gem glistened in the light. It was perfect for you, and Harry knew that. He knew debatably more about you than you did.
The thought of spending your whole life with him was surreal. It was like one of those dreams where you achieve all of your life’s desires, only to wake up the same person you were when you went to sleep.
Harry must have felt the same way. He was absolutely beaming. He didn’t stop when he spoke to you, or when he laid his head back down on your tummy. His eyes were glowing, and his cheeks were pleasantly rosy. He was an angel.
“That was the best birthday ever,” you commented, causing his face to light up even more.
“Mission accomplished. We can do the other stuff a different day.”
“What other stuff?”
“I was gonna take you some places,” Harry explained, “but they can wait. All that mattered was that I got that ring on your finger before I died of nerves.”
He used his phone camera to snap a picture of the ring on your hand, sending it out to both of your families, captioned with a simple heart emoji.
Your father was the first to respond, giving you both meaningful words of support.
I’m so proud of you two. You’ve always been my favorites. ;) Stay safe x
Responses and affirmative comments flowed in, renewing the tears in your eyes. Despite the buzz, though, you became aware of the movie that was still playing on the television, so you glanced up at it just in time to see the kiss.
“Looks fun, huh?” Harry noticed the look on your face. “I can’t believe I haven’t kissed my wife-to-be yet.”
He moaned sensually into your mouth when he felt your tongue against his, and the sound was sweeter than candy.
A warm feeling radiated from inside him, and settled deep within you. You knew that nothing that happened could destroy the fire he’d kindled in you.
“Such a sweet little thing,” he said, eyes wide as he eyes your lips hungrily. “Such a yummy girl. How did I get so lucky?”
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maochira · 1 year
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GREETINGS MAO how are you on this lovely day? Hope your well!!
Soooo I’m I’m back to being obsessed with ness I just read every single fic I know about him and that’s not enough.
I had this thought cus I was recently sick and I love a good sick fic . just ness taking care of reader you can taje this fro here I trust you <3
Btw not in a bad way of course but you think that you will be able in the future to make your fics longer? Like your writing is amazing and I’m sure everyone would love to see more of it and enjoy a good long fic from you! (ughhh my long dream is a 10k fic on ness pls world)(another dream is a 2k fic from you ;)
I answered the question regarding the length of my fics in this post!! Also I usually only write headcanons, scenarios or drabbles for requests so I hope this is fine!!
Requests open! - writing event - masterlist
Tags: gn!reader x Ness, established relationship, domestic fluff (Ness and reader live together), I'm actually sick as I'm writing this
-Ness literally does NOT let you get out of bed for minor things. Even if it's just getting a glass of water or picking up something from the other side of the room. He wants you to rest every single moment, so he'll make you stay in bed and instead call him if needed
-he really wants to cuddle with you to make you feel better, but out of fear of him getting sick, you won't let him, as much as you'd like to cuddle as well
-if you get a headache, Ness sits down on the edge of the bed and massages your head until your painkillers start working
-he also lightly scratches your head whenever you try to fall asleep, because trying to sleep can be a struggle when you're sick
-he's a bit nervous about leaving you alone at home, but sometimes he just needs to leave the house to get you food or meds. He tends to do that only when you take naps
-even though the sound on his phone is on, he looks at it every few minutes just so check if you texted or called him because you need something specific
-Ness always makes sure you either have a bottle of water or a can of tea, and he always keeps an eye on how much you drink so you keep being hydrated (A/N: hello reader you should drink something rn)
-Ness also makes all your food and he makes sure you eat enough. He cooks stuff for you his mother made for him when he was sick as a child
-the entire time, he's SO WORRIED about you. Always hoping you'll feel better on the next day and hoping you won't feel worse
-he also misses cuddling and sleeping next to you a lot. To avoid him getting sick he sleeps on the couch and he has a harder time falling asleep because you're not next to him
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lovejosephquinn · 1 year
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Hi, Lana. If you don't mind, I would like to request the following prompt: reader can get over her father's death and thinks about him coming back home, but she knows he won't and starts crying loud in the middle of the night. Joseph's in the living room and though his wife was sleeping, but then he hears her screaming and runs to comfort her to sleep.
I lost my dad due skin cancer a year ago and I'm fighting depression due that, I wish he came back home, but I know he won't and I wish I had Joseph here to comfort me as I live a messy and sad life rn 😢
Hope you can make my little wish come true ✨
Hello, oh my goodness, poor angel, well to start I'm so sorry for your loss, I know you're not okay and I know he'll never be replaced but I hope this little imagine brings you some solace. I really hope you're okay with me writing something so personal, the fact you're trusting me with it is so endearing. ❤ much love to you.
Thank you for your request @erinthelfdoll x
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It usually starts off with a nightmare or a sudden deep intrusive thought you cannot escape from, your mind goes into overdrive, followed by your body and then you cannot help the screams that fall out of your lips when you wake or the tears that fall from your eyes, the panic attacks that occur when you're in that moment.
One particular night you were struggling, that being today marking one year since you'd lost your dad, the nightmares were in full force. You'd gone to bed early because you just didn't want to spend another waking hour of this tragic date awake. You tossed and turned, seeing your dad laying there in the hospital bed very much breathing, like the reoccurring nightmare you constantly had, he'd be there staring into thin air, and you were stood at the side of him calling his name, holding his hand but he was never responsive to you.
Joe burst into the room from the living area as soon as he heard the screams, but this time you were still sleeping. Tears were running down your face and you were shouting and weeping for your father. Joe edged into bed beside you, stroking your head. "Sshh baby, come back to me. You're having a nightmare."
You bolted up from where you laid, shooting up straight, heaving your breaths in and out, your chest going ten to the dozen in speed. "Breathe Y/N, come on. You've got this." You wiped your tears from your eyes as you regained your composure, instantly feeling the palm of Joe's hand rubbing your back, slowly turning into his fingers slowly treading up and down your spine. You lifted your knees to bury your face away.
"I came as soon as I heard you. I know you told me to leave you alone so you could sleep but I couldn't-"
"I'm glad you're here, Joey."
Joe leaned over so he was kneeling on the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you so his hands cupped beneath your chin and just above your chest. "There's no place I'd rather be, my love. Close your eyes for a second" You did as he said, and Joe turned the lamp on the bedside table on so he could get a better look in.
You instantly swerved round and at once, Joe opened his arms out to you inviting you into your safe place, him. You pressed your face into Joe's chest, the tears resuming. "I hate these nightmares; they always feel so damn real." Joe's arms were back fully wrapped around your body, holding you as close and tight to him as he possibly could. "I can't even begin to imagine it Y/N, you've been through so much and yet you're so strong."
You tightened your hold on his baggy t-shirt, wiping your tears away on them and sniffing the ugliest amount of snot back up your nose, kissing the top of your head and resting his cheek down against it, he swayed you from side to side delicately. "I just miss him so much, I wish he'd come back, I wish he was still here, if I could swap-."
"Don't you even finish that bloody sentence Y/N. Your dad wouldn't want you wallowing over him like this now, would he? He loved you so much and he'll always be there in your heart and memory. He'll always watch over you. Plus, he'll forever know that you've got a man who loves you just as much as he did and will protect you and be there for you through any pain or anguish"
A little smile crept onto your face; Joe had a certain way with words, and it showed. You leaned back up to take a look into your man's doe eyes, you were still in his grip, your heart rate had slowed, and you felt yourself starting to feel calmer for the first time in the last couple of days. "You're absolutely right, he'd have told me to stop being an idiot." Joe pulled a hand back to cup your cheek as you both chuckled, you leaned into the warmth of it as his thumb lightly caressed you. "And I know for a fact he loved you from the second he met you; he had no uncertainty that you wouldn't take care of me forever, especially once he'd... gone." you confirmed back to your husband.
"I know what will take these shitty nightmares away, at least for tonight." One thing you loved about your Joe was that he was always so real about things; he knew they wouldn't go for good, but he'd tried to postpone their arrival for as long he possibly could.
"What's that?" You asked.
"If your big spoon holds onto you all night, those little nightmare devils can't get to you." He let go of you, putting devil horns either side of his head, his gentle smile making you laugh out loud.
"I think little spoon likes the idea of that."
"Then she will get her wish."
You shared the sweetest, loving peck on the lips before he patted down onto your pillow. "Get comfy, I'll see to outside and I'll be right with you, my lady." Joe got up to leave the room as you laid down turning to your side watching him.
"Joey?"
"Yes, my darling wife?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For dealing with my shit and healing my heart bit by bit."
Joe shook his head; his soft eyes bore into yours. "There's no one's 'shit' I'd rather help with, and I won't give up till your hearts fully mended. You'll never forget what happened, I'd never expect you to fully get over it, but it will get easier, there's no doubt about that."
You nodded, you knew it would get easier eventually and years down the line it wouldn't hurt so much anymore but for this particular moment you were to have your Joseph by your side to save you, and you had no doubt in your mind that he always would, everytime.
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ashielle · 2 years
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- Lucifer | Imagines ✰*.:。 -
Its 11 25 rn and this is not proofread.
Warnings: Nsfw under the cut
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Sleeping on his lap with your head buried in his neck as he do his paperwork
Gentle kisses on your lips or cheek when you bring him his freshly brewer oh so bitter coffee
Late night rant sessions while the two of you listen to his cursed records
Lucifer letting go of the rope he's about to hang mammon with the moment you enter the room
Him jumping into your arms burying his face in your chest the moment he got home from rad
The two of you smiling at each other in the middle of helping with him with his paperwork
Handing Lucifer his glasses
Slow dancing in his to to his cursed records
Taking care of Lucifer when he finally admits he doesn't feel good
Getting slightly woken up in the middle of night to see Lucifer checking in on you
Lucifer wanting to keep your relationship a secret to protect you but manages to swiftly diss anyone who flirts with you
Lucifer being on his knees, kneeling at the side is your bed, holding your hand while apologizing and talking about a recent fight as you reach out to cup his cheek
Obvious signs of favoritism and his brothers complaining about it
Lucifer watching your favorite rom-coms even if he finds in annoying to see your smile
Picking you up by your waste and twirling you around
"My love"
Late night walk around devildom ( which doesn't make sense cause it's always night there) when he isn't buried in paperwork
Lucifer putting your head on his shoulder with his arms wrapped around you on those bad day
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Now for the headcannons of what happens when Lucifer calls you to his room <3
We all know Lucifer is a sadistic type of person. The whole fandom agreed on his kink being bdsm
The feeling of rising arousal and fear everytime he calls you to his room. You'll know it's one of those nights when you feel this
Lucifer has many ways of torturing you. It just depends on his mood. But if you wanna play it safe- you can't. Be submissive of a brat it'll just turn him on even more
He especially love it when you beg for him to stop but proceed to avoid saying the safe word
"You know what to say darling. You're enjoying this aren't you?"
Long nights with Lucifer can go in 2 ways. Overstimulating or edging is how it'll go. Either way he'll have you crying underneath him
He can be pounding inside with you underneath him as you arriving for the uncountable time, or simply being restrained on his bed with a vibrator inside of you as he do his paperwork work.
The second one mostly happens when he's jealous. You'd be a whining mess, struggling against the restrains as you continue to praise him. How no one can replace. How he's the only one who can make you feel like this. Begging him to take out the vibrator and replace it with his cock.
You start to feel a building knot in your stomach as you pussy becomes more sensitive feeling it clench on the vibrator. You let out a scream feeling the knot break with your heart pounding inside your chest. You deep breaths were shortly replaced with moans, far more sensitive due to you recent orgasm. You turned you head to see Lucifer not even sparing a glance at you. You can't miss the smirk behind those papers though
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A/n: Gosh I really got into this. It looks like I'm writing for two different people. Feel free to inform me of any grammatical errors!
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raspberrysmoon · 4 days
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ummm please say more about the wilbur/john/xander fic right now <3 theyre my favourite guys ever and we need so much more content for them (i say as I write yet another fic not about them)
YIPPEEE YEAHHHHH LETS GOO!!!!! ok this got LONG so its all under the cut. uhm. i hope this tickles your fancy :3
i have SOOOO many thoughts abt these three tbh,,,, i had a thought last night of what it would be like if john and wilbur were engaged when wilbur. uhm. "died". but like 20 years later john's found xander and to hell with it if he can love them both. one is dead, itll be fine
except, wilburs not actually dead. he falls out of a portal and hes normal again and holy shit what does john do now. like thats still technically his fiance (and first love but shh) but his husband is Right The Fuck There
but it wnds up pretty okay. john makes sure wilbur really is okay and normal (hes as normal as he can be after being in the black for that long) and introduces them and it goes great
wilbur backs off of his own accord even though it absolutely destroys him to do so and gives both john and xander (mostly john) the shovel talk ("i swear to god- and ive met god- if you hurt him ill be one to get your ass and send it to hell" type shit)
but. where is this legally dead man going to live. aside from john, there arent many people who jnow him still alive (and ghats not to count the amount still working with peip) (there are two still working with peip. john and colonel schaffer)
so wilbur camps out on john and xanders couch until they figure out what to do from there
but wilbur is Old and Weak and hes honestly provably pretty close to (if not) disabled from the sheer amount his body has gone through and the couch is definitely making it worse. and xander being trained in medicine (though not practicing) steps in and is like "ok i know its going to be weird as hell but you have GOT to get in a bed. ours or not i dont give a shit" but they dont haev the space for another bed and honestly wilbur's been struggling to sleep alone anyway
so they end up dragging his ass into their bed and its like. the best sleep of his life. and he wakes up in the fetal position (normal) between john and xander (not where he fell asleep) and theyre both kind of holding onto him (what the fuck ?)
and he freaks a bit. bc thats his ex (?) fiance and his new husband. he cannot get between them like this are you kidding??
so he goes and sits on the couch but its really cold and he hates it (flashback sequence??) but he forces himself to not care and like. puts a show on or smth until xander wakes up and comes out like "why did you leave i was comfortable" and hes like "im already intruding a lot i felt bed" and xanders like "youre literally not but ok. do you like pancakes" and thats that (the answer is yes, blueberry ones)
and like a month later finally wilbur is cleared to get to work on mapping and explaining the black and white, and the lords in black, so he throws himself into that. 9/10 times he falls asleep at his desk or on the couch again and john and xander are both a little sad but theyte quiet abt theyre big boys theyre handling this great (<- lying)
and xander snaps after like. three weeks of wilbur destroying himself for the sake of explaining the shit he'd seen and he goes and demands that wilbur comes to bed one night and it goes a little something like this
"wil, come to bed"
"i have work to do"
"i dont give a shit, im shutting your laptop in ten seconds"
"no, i have shit to do. go cuddle with your husband" (< said bitterly)
"why are you being a bitch about this. we miss you" (< terrified this is wilbur shutting him down rn, but totally genuine)
"wtfdym you miss me. your husband is in there. you realize im your husbands ex right." (< getting increasingly upset)
"yeah. i mean. it doesnt really feel like you are ahymore, but if you want to call it that sure. but we miss you." (< catching on slowly. not fast enough)
"what" (< officially confused)
"have you not. noticed how much we're both kind of totally in love with you. really" (< losing his fuckingn mind)
"xander what the fuck are you talking about. what" (< also losing his fucking mind)
and then its a monologue about how john never stopped loving him and xander knew that if wilbur ever came back john would probably (definitely) go back to him in SOME capacity and he never minded. and then that happened and xander found himself doting on both of them and kind of maybe definitely falling really in love with wilbur and he can say not but. you get the point
by this point john is also here standing in the doorway (exhausted) (his fingers are crossed) and wilburs just stunned into silence for a while
and then he shuts his laptop and stands up and takes xanders (outstretched) hand and lets them take him to bed in silence and its. its his way of saying yes okay? its his way of telling them that he gets it, that he's done the same and that he loves them too
and they fall asleep together with wilbur in the middle. and its perfect
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doll-r-t · 2 years
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The Lost Pearl Par 10
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
Can't seem to be able to write rn. This was supposed to be longer but I am so exhausted. Hopefully I can actually write tomorrow just did not want to leave you guys hanging. I PROMISE NEXT CHAPTERS WILL BE MORE ACTION. Chapter 9 and 10 and some of 11 should have been one Chapter but I am struggling a bit rn
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As soon as Cella and Syverson were gone you made your way down to where the hawks were kept. You asked the guard which one was available and he helped you tie your letter to its leg before sending it off. No matter how much you thought about the resource problem the Woodland people were facing you could not come up with a solution. So you had decided you wrote to your father laying down everything that has happened since you arrived. You felt a bit bad you had not bothered to write him before and now you only wrote in hopes that he would take action and help your new allies out. Breathing in deeply you walked back towards the palace, you just hoped that this would be the last of the bad news the Woodland people would have for a while. You spent the rest of the day, doing Cella’s chores. The cook and the maids looked at you in wonder but you had followed Cella around watching her do all her chores so you were more than capable of doing it. A maid had come over to you telling you there was no need to do them but you insisted. There was no sense in you sitting around waiting for the Lady of Warhorse to come back so you may resume your lessons. You had to keep busy. 
Rosamund and you settled into a routine of doing chores together and taking small walks to get some fresh air and her strength up. The guards Syverson assigned you followed you everywhere but you did not mind. You were used to it. At home, you had at least two with you at all times. While you were walking to the town you could not help but notice a change in the people toward you. Before they were not necessarily rude or disliked you, but they were distant and careful of newcomers. Now they stopped in the streets to greet you, bowing their head or giving you small gifts. You did not quite understand why but Gisla had informed you that it was the people’s way of thanking you for saving Rosamund. Yet, what she did not tell you is what the people called you. They claimed in you the daughter of the moon had risen again, Princess Y/N keeper of moonlight. You walked to the tall tree you and Rosamund had set under weeks ago where you had found her crying. You pulled out a book and Rosamund began to read, once in a while you corrected her. You had started to teach Rosamund to read better and write as well as history, more advanced math, and different dialects. She was a clever girl eager to learn whatever she could. You should have told your father to send you some more books. You were running out. Since her accident, Rosamund had calmed down a bit more, but she also became more attached to you. One time she had a nightmare her maid had brought her to you. She would not calm down and asked for you. You tucked her into your bed got her some sweet tea and read with her, she had fallen asleep cuddled next to you. You would miss this. You had come to love the little girl like your own and even though you would be here for a while still you feared how you would fare when you would leave. You missed the sea and the warmth of the sun back home but you certainly would miss Cella, Rosamund, and Syverson too. As well as Ocre and Gisla. Your mind started to wander, thinking back on your last conversation with Syverson. How the pearl bounced off his dark chest hair and tan skin. It reminded you of the seaweed on the water contrasting so starkly to the light reflection on the water. You loved the sight and you liked it. Your hand subconsciously drifted to your own chest, where the pearl usually settled between your breast. You stroked the skin there remembering imagining if his chest hair would be as soft as your skin there. Would the pearl feel cool against his skin? Would he feel it tangled up with his chest hair? Rosamund rolled around ripping you out of your thoughts. You could feel your face heating up at your thoughts. Why had you thought about that? You pushed all the thoughts aside readjusting your position and trying to sleep. 
The next day, all thoughts of Syverson have been pushed away and you resumed your routine. The ringing of a horn rang out breaking your routine. You saw the servants collecting some wine and bread and walking out the front of the palace. You followed them looking at what was happening. You saw the blond hair swaying in the wind and the broad smile of the woman on the horse. You were about to call for Rosamund when she ran out jumping down the stairs. Cella was dismounting her horse running to Rosamund. She picked her up twirling with her. You adored the picture. When you first came to Warhorse you were uncomfortable with their open display of affection. You no longer looked away, awkward and uncomfortable. You enjoyed the happiness you saw. Cella and Rosamund came up the stairs. Before she took the wine Cella came to you. It took you a second to lift your arms hugging her back. Even though you did not judge their affection it was still somewhat uncomfortable to be on the receiving end. She pulled back smiling at you for a second before taking the wine and bread. Rosamund was sneaking a piece of the tray too. You lifted an eyebrow at her and she just giggled burring her head in your skirt. You put an arm around her smiling softly at the girl. Once the welcome ceremony was over you ushered them both inside. You asked one of the servants to run Cella a bath and sent Rosamund to do her reading for the day. Cella had observed how you walked around Warhorse as if you owned it. She was not sure what to think about it. She felt relief that everything and everyone was okay but she could not help and feel adverse to a stranger being in control of her house. It made her realize that once she was married she would no longer be the Lady of Warhorse. She would no longer run it. And seeing another woman do it made her feel uncomfortable. She thought about the woman who would take her place, she had not yet a face, not knowing who will marry Syverson and when. She always thought she would teach the woman to give over the mantle before leaving and marrying. But Syverson seemed to have no interest in getting married, not even entertaining the thought or thought about getting to know a woman. Cella looked at you again, her eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. You both walked towards Cella’s room. A servant was already preparing a bath, walking into the room once in a while to fill the tub. You sat down watching Cella shed her coat and open up her hair more. “Is there any news?” You asked. She stopped unlacing her boats for a second. “It does not look good.” You averted your eyes. “The barn storing our grain and winter food was completely burned down.” She hesitated for a moment, trying to get her riding dress off. You got up untying the strings holding the dress up. “There is something else on your mind Cella.” You looked into her blue eyes, so like Syversons. “You don’t need to tell me but you can. It will not leave this room.” She suddenly hugged you again. “Thank you, my friend.” Your lips twitched leaning into her. It made you feel warm in your chest. “There was something off about the fire.” She leaned back her eyes big and wild looking. A nervousness settled into you. “You do not think it was an accident.” It was not a question and Cella just nodded. “It was the way the shed burned down, and only that. Together with some animals missing it is weird.” She turned taking off the rest of her clothing and to step into the warm water. You left her to her bath, taking her clothing to get washed. Someone was targeting the food resources. Your stomach sunk and your mind started to race with a million questions. Your thoughts wandered to Syverson again. You hoped he was okay. 
You wanted to turn around and ask Cella about Syverson and if he was okay but it was not relevant. If something had happened to him it would have already traveled to Warhorse. And anything else was non of your business you had already taken too much space around here. You had to stop attaching yourself to any kind of power position you can find and start accepting what you are. You remembered the letter you had sent to your father explaining to him what had happened and wished you could take it back. It was not appropriate for you to tell, but then on the other side were you not here to observe? You felt exhausted and it was not even evening. 
In the following days, you pulled back little by little distancing yourself from Cella and even Rosamund. You had to. The power had gotten to you, you were practically walking around the place as if you owned it. You had seen the look on Cella’s face when you ordered the people around. You had not let it get to you at first, brushing it off as another person who did not see you as a woman in power. But then you realized it was not your place to be in power. And no matter how much you wished you were it was not your reality. If Cella had seen the change in you she did not let it show. You still gave her lessons and followed her around but now you were more of an instructor a shadow again instead of a companion. You spent more time in your room again, reading and writing letters to Aishwarya, asking her about your family and nephew. You felt bad that you had up and left and did not even bother to write them letters. It was not their fault that you were who you were. 
The next time you heard the horn sound was a week later. You did not know that you would hear a third horn sound in a couple of days. Cella, Rosamund, and you went outside immediately. The riders of Syverson and him were approaching the wooden gate. You felt your heart speed up. The servants came out carrying trays of wine and bread for Syverson and his men. It took a couple of minutes before Syverson appeared behind the houses riding towards Warhorse.
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blueeyedheizer · 2 years
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1.6k celebration - blurb event
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rules
you can send up to two prompts
the list is kind of long because I will only use each prompts once. this is the main difference with my previous blurb events! first come first serve kinda :)
please do not mass request <3 and finally please please pleeeease bear with me and my slowness. i'm still struggling to write rn so like. uh. yeah. be patient 😭
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characters:
-matt, matthew connellly
-michael gray, j cody
-seb jacobs, frank mccullen, four
-cassie howard, pippa
-eddie munson, chrissy cunningham (no smut)
(i'll be privileging requests for sydney and stranger things bc I wanna write more for them — but feel free to request for whoever you want from the list :))
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prompts:
#1 "Just shut up! I'm not as fragile as you think I am, I don't need protecting!"
#2 "This is a one time thing”
#3 “bend over the desk”
#4 “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”
#5 "you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine."
#6 "well, i can think of some ways to wear you out. 
#7 "i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
#8 "i'll never forget you."
#9 "Don't go [on that date/mission/business trip/ to *destination*...]." "Why?" "You know why."
#10 “i want to taste you”
#11 “my mom/dad adores you.”
#12 "babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."
#13 “touch me and you lose”
#14 “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”
#15 "man, fuck that guy. go show her what she’s missing. “
#17 “tell me that there was some truth to it.” “...come on. i don’t want to do this.” “tell me it wasn’t all in my fucking head, [name].”
#18 “stop— stop talking!” “why? you can’t even face your own mistake?”
#19 "I don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly, I don’t really want to be alone either.”
#20 "I'm really not in the mood." "You never are."
#21 "I love you."
#22 “y'know, i was hoping to make a sandwich but seeing as you're here already, wearing that, i'd rather have something else to eat.”
#23 "I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy." "don't ever say that...you made me so happy."
#24 "that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”
#25 "I'd hold onto something if I were you."
#26 "You don’t love me anymore, do you?”
#27 “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”
#28 “You're so beautiful.”
#29 "It’s really hard seeing you/him/her with him/her everyday.”
#30 “There will always be a part of you that wishes you could be with him/her."
#31 "she’s everything i ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk losing her as a friend."
#32 "look, i don't know if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now. but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.
#33 "If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”
#34 "We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?"
#35 "did you fake it?"
#36 "i heard what you said...no one's ever talked about me that way before.."
#37 "i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.
#38 "If you die, I’m going to kill you"
#39 "You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here."
#40 "It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
#41 "What do you got?” "Uh...A headache.”
#42 ”Are you alright?” “I will be.”
#43 ''you only call me when you want to hook-up.'' '' that was part of the agreement, wasn't it? ''
#44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now”
#45 “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”
#46 Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”
#47 "you're an idiot" / "but i'm your idiot"
#48 "Look...I know we broke up, but you know that you aren't any less important to me now, right?"
#49 "Spread your legs."
#50 "You're perfect... everything about you is perfect"
#51 "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”
#O you can also suggest a prompt from my previous prompt lists :)
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