#mattress fibers permanently

[queen-mabs-revenge]

six months of haranguing later but i'm finally getting my moth-eaten carpet replaced today ✊😌

#like genuinely moth eaten as in i've actually seen larvae in the fibers before and almost barfed #eaten down to the webbing in places - been like that since i moved in 5 yrs ago smdh #but they raised my rent this year so i got bold #i asked if it could be a non-carpeted floor instead but apparently that's more than they budget for #but gOD i hate carpet GROSS AND BAD #fr any permanently placed fabric freaks me out #fabric couches that you can't remove and wash the covers? gross bad horrible #i have a full waterproof wrap around my mattress that i put cotton mattress covers over so it doesn't feel like sleeping on saran wrap #bc the idea of being in contact w something i can't fully clean nOPE. #and carpets. #carpets my beloathed. #just sat there gathering feet and dust and providing a warm dark pocket for critters nO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO #sorry this is my weirdo hill i'll die on

[takami-takami]

tw: discussions of mental illness. sort of hurt/comfort. birds do tend to like mirrors. minors dni.

It's grown impossible to parse through. And it has grown.

Like a slithering entanglement of biomechanical wiring, your neurons weave amongst themselves a tale decades in the making. They interlock in knots— tied rather permanently in place, to your scoff of annoyed dissatisfaction. 

It's quite the clever survival strategy, you admit; that the undesirables nestle their feedings, latched so deeply into your natural fibers, so melted and molded under the midday sun that they become entirely, parasitically unremovable. 

Performing surgery would be dangerous, you surmise— not that your warnings, uttered through gritted gates of teeth, could ever discourage Keigo from trying.

"Need someone barking in my fucking ear," you mutter, flicking a stray piece of wood from between your teeth. 

"What you need is to get some damn rest," Keigo argues gently, speaking like a human. He wraps you in a cocoon of comforters using his rather human-looking hands. "Seriously."

"I'm tired of resting," you grumble. "All I do is rest and rot in this fucking bed."

"That's not what I meant." 

A single finger thunks once against your noggin. 

"Here," he clarifies.

You huff a pout.

Your body grips your knees on his mattress, entangled by crisp and clean sheets that you pray your undesirable fibers aren't infecting. A deep hope blossoms and sprouts, bursting forth a desperate wish that you do not spread and infect these rather perfect linen sheets. 

Keigo washes them every night, whether you're home or not.

"You say that like it's easy," you counter, eyes narrowing.

"I say it like it's possible," he corrects; and you wish, arms crossed like an insufferable child, that you had married someone a little less persuasive.

You're aware, at least cognitively, that Keigo is far from clean, himself. You know exactly what he would say should you ask him.

But at least Keigo is the pretty kind.

That familiar feeling begins to encroach your mind, nestling deep amongst your fibers. 

And you begin another sentence, knowing perfectly well you have zero intention of finishing it. Keigo knows you seldom speak of any of it in name, instead opting for half-baked analogies like "barks" or "wood" or "teeth".

Still, you allow your tongue to curl around the parts of the sentence that are easy: filler words, carefully plucked connective phrases apart from undesirables and their attached hosts— narrative words. 

"I wish I could— it, you know?" You wave your hand in a dismissive swirl. "The whole thing. You get it, right?"

Keigo's lips are tight when he enwraps you from behind like a backpack, allowing his dirt to meld into yours. 

You don't see his undesirables, of course. He smells like shampoo and soap. He probably bathed himself the second he got home from work.

"Yeah," Keigo sighs, nestling into your neck. "I know." A kiss stings against your skin. "I'm just waitin' for you to let me in again. Any day now," he teases. 

You huff again, dramatic; but at least this time, it's with a smile.

"I can be patient, dove. I promise," he reminds you, just like he always does. After a pause, he speaks once more.

"Want me to hold you?"

"Please," you beg. What starts as a wail from the pit your chest fizzles when it exits your lips, reduced to something meek. 

You think you're being cryptic, Keigo assesses. He nods to himself outside your field of vision.

You think you're in complete control of your infection, of what Keigo does or does not see. 

It's sweet. He kisses your skin once more, if only to satiate the swell blooming in his chest. 

He'll pretend he doesn't see you until you're comfortable again.

#if this makes sense to you im holding ur hand rn #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #🖋 writing #🍧 sugar #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[juceynightmare]

dating 101 (18+) part 12 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, cody has a big dick, loss of virginity (popping the cherry), some blood, corruption kink, praise kink, use of pet names, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f), reader squirts, unprotected sex, creampie, blood kink if you squint, literally making love without actually being in love

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, smut smut smut, plot what plot?/porn without plot

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y/n’s eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as cody pushed a second finger into her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her core tenderly. she bucked her hips up against his hand, the sensation feeling so good that y/n couldn’t focus on anything else. “look at me, i want you to keep your fucking eyes open while i stretch you out with my fingers, princess.” cody spoke, and y/n didn’t have a single fiber in her body that would dare disobey cody in that moment.

“you’re so fucking wet, princess.” cody mused, using his free hand to play with y/n’s breast. he watched as y/n struggled to keep her gaze locked with his, loving the way her mouth was permanently open with all the moans she let out. “you’re so tight too. have you ever even fingered yourself? i can’t even fucking scissor you open right now and i’ve only got two fingers in you.”

y/n shook her head, before letting out a loud moan when cody curled his fingers up into her sweet spot. she heard him mumble a soft “there it is.” as y/n bucked her hips up into his hand. “it always felt weird when i first tried it out, so i never did it again. would just rub my clit whenever i touched myself.” she answered, unable to keep her eyes open as cody began to thrust his fingers into her at a rougher pace. y/n tilted her head back, her mouth hung open as a loud moan was pulled from her body.

y/n writhed under him, and cody stopped playing with her breast to press his hand against her lower stomach. she opened her eyes to stare up at cody, watching the way he was so focused on making her feel good.

“there you go. keep your eyes open while you take my fingers like a good little girl.” cody spoke lowly, continuing to abuse that sweet spot inside of y/n. cody attempted to push a third finger into her, only to be met with much resistance from her opening. “you’re so fucking small, princess. even with how wet you fucking are, i still can’t push a third finger into you.” he chuckled lowly.

cody continued to finger her, but adjusted himself so he was further down the bed. eventually, his face was met with her core, and cody pulled his fingers out of her. he lifted y/n’s legs up on to his shoulders and leaned forward, pressing his tongue against her core.

y/n moaned loudly at the sensation, her hands reaching down to grab on to where cody’s hands were rested on her legs. “fuck, daddy!” she threw her head back as cody hummed in pleasure along her core. the sounds that were echoing off of the walls of her room were lewd: a mix of her moans and cody’s sucking and slurping at her pussy. she felt cody’s nose nudging against her clit, and she couldn’t help but buck her hips up against his mouth.

it felt so good, yet so fucking dirty. cody was practically making out with her core, and he’d thrust his tongue into her core at random intervals that left y/n begging for more. eventually, though, the pleasure was starting to build up inside of y/n, and she felt a knot in her stomach begin to form. cody seemed to have noticed the way y/n’s squirming had increased, and he certainly noticed the way y/n was slowly inching upwards along the mattress to reduce the amount of pleasure she was feeling as it would so quickly become overwhelming for her.

“stop fucking running away from me.” he growled against her, pulling his mouth away from her core to look at her. y/n met his gaze, feeling the way her arousal had pooled out of her at the sight of cody’s chin dripping with a mix of her own juices and his saliva. all too suddenly, cody pushed three fingers into her, catching her off guard, and causing y/n to moan out in both pain and pleasure.

“fuck, cody. shit, you’re fucking stretching me like- fuck!” she moaned out, unable to form sentences as cody curled his fingers up into that same spot. she felt cody’s mouth on her clit, the sensation of his mouth playing with her clit and his fingers stretching her out to her limits soon becoming too much for her.

her orgasm washed over her unexpectedly, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she shook in cody’s grasp as she came with a loud moan of his name. “cody! cody!” y/n repeated over and over as if it were some sort of mantra, while cody hadn’t halted his assault on her core.

y/n could feel him pull his mouth away as she came undone, although his mouth had been replaced by his other hand as he rubbed her clit in circles. after a while, y/n was brought back down from her high by the feeling of cody’s lips on hers. he kissed her tenderly, his tongue wrapping around hers to allow her to taste herself on his mouth.

y/n brought her hands up and rested them against her chest, pulling away once she realized that cody’s chest was absolutely drenched. she stared at his chest confused, before looking up to meet his gaze. there was an almost obnoxious smirk on cody’s face, save for the fact for the pride that he held in his eyes.

“better than yesterday, princess?” cody asked, his hand already returning to its place between her legs. he pushed two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out of her teasingly slow just to watch the way her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure from the overstimulation.

“way better, daddy.” she whispered, smiling as he pressed another tender kiss to her lips.

“never had anyone that squirted before, quite the pleasure making you squirt, princess.” he chuckled once he pulled away, watching the way her flushed cheeks had become increasingly darker.

“i didn’t even know i could do that.” she admitted softly. y/n gasped as cody pulled his fingers out of her, and she felt him run the head of his cock against her opening.

“then that’ll be something only i will know for now.” he whispered, pushing himself up and getting settled on his knees above her. cody moved his gaze down to where he was running the head of his cock against her pussy, collecting her juices on his head. suddenly, cody paused and he met y/n’s gaze with an embarrassed expression. “i don’t have a condom on me.” he whispered.

“it’s okay.” y/n said, almost too quickly. so quick, in fact, she felt her embarrassment only heighten. she used her arm to cover her eyes as she turned her head away from him. “i know you’re clean and… i have.. a plan b in my drawer.” she whispered.

cody reached forward with his free hand to pull her arm away from her face. he lined himself up with her opening, his head pressed right against her entrance and if he even made the slightest adjustment, he’d begin to push into her. “last chance. tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop right now.” cody warned her, bringing his hand up from her arm to cup her face gently.

he watched as she turned her head to meet his gaze, and without even missing a beat, y/n breathed out, “i’m all yours, cody.”

cody pushed into her slowly, his mouth hung open as he sighed at the way her walls pushed against him as if in attempt to push him out of her. the stretch was so deliciously tight, y/n couldn’t help but yell out in pain, tears beginning to well in her eyes. she brought her arms up to wrap against cody’s neck, throwing her head into the crook of his neck as her legs weakly wrapped around his waist.

he hushed her, feeling her tears begin to roll down his neck. “i know, princess. i know.” cody whispered, wrapping his arms around her midsection and lifting her up slightly. “good girl. you’re being so good for me right now. you’re taking me so well.” he leaned down, pressing kisses along y/n’s shoulder. “almost there, princess. yeah, that’s it. relax yourself for me.” cody sank into her further, feeling her walls continue to convulse around him.

it hadn’t even been a minute since cody had began to push himself into her, but it felt like centuries for y/n until she felt cody bottom out into her. he had laid her back down so she was fully laid down on the mattress, and cody was kissing away her tears. “it hurts.” she whispered, her legs shaking from overstimulation from where they were resting around cody’s waist.

“i know, i’m sorry princess. it’s just how it is since it’s your first time.” cody whispered in response. “tell me when to move.” he mumbled before closing the distance between their lips.

their tongues fought for dominance, and y/n was left whimpering into cody’s mouth. eventually, the pain of being split open on cody’s cock had faded, and y/n bucked her hips up experimentally. she gasped at the feeling, and pulled away from cody’s lips. “you can move.” she whispered.

“oh thank god.” cody breathed out, as if it were physically killing him to not thrust into her. cody slowly pulled out, until just the head of his cock was left inside her, before thrusting himself back in. the motion had pulled out a moan from y/n’s and her eyebrows furrowed. cody repeated the motion slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on y/n’s expression as he watched the way her face had shifted from scrunching in pain to being washed over in pleasure.

he picked up the pace experimentally, continuous moans pouring out of y/n’s mouth as she stared up at him, her mouth agape. “there it is.” he whispered, his brows furrowed in concentration. cody began to thrust into her with additional force, his mouth falling open as he felt her pussy clench down on him with every thrust. “good girl. keep fucking clenching down on me.” he growled.

cody rested his hands on her hips, and lifted her up to change the angle. suddenly, his cock was brushing right against her g-spot, and y/n screamed in pleasure. “oh god, right there daddy! god fuck me.” y/n moaned, her hands reaching for her bed sheets as she clenched them into tight fists.

“my little princess.” cody began, his tone deep and sultry. “giving yourself up for me, letting me be the first one to fuck your pussy. letting me fuck you raw even though it’s your first time.” he chuckled. he ended each sentence with a particularly hard thrust, enjoying the way y/n would shake with every thrust. “you’re mine, you hear that? i’m the one ruining you. i’m the one balls deep in your virgin pussy. i’m the one you’re giving yourself to.” he grunted, thrusting faster into her.

y/n didn’t know when she started crying again, but it was just so pleasurable she couldn’t even focus on anything else besides cody, cody, cody, cody. she moaned uncontrollably. if she wanted to be quiet, she knew she wouldn’t be able to suppress her moans no matter how hard she tried. the feeling was just so intense: the way she could literally feel herself being split open on cody’s cock, the way he was thrusting into the perfect place within her, and the way he was talking to her as if she were nothing but his little hole to use.

“i’m all yours, daddy. all yours.” she moaned out, forcing her to keep her eyes fixed on cody’s and fighting to hold his gaze whenever he’d thrust into her and coerce her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

“say my name. i want you to remember that it’s me taking you for your first time.” cody grunted, which y/n instantly granted by chanting cody’s name. cody reached between their bodies, pressing his fingers against her clit and rubbing it in circles.

“cody! it’s too much. cody! cody please! please it’s too much.” y/n begged, unconsciously trying to run away from cody’s thrusts as she shifted upwards along the bed.

“shut the fuck up and take it, bitch” cody growled, using his other hand to wrap around her neck. he pressed his fingers against her airways,  holding her in place as his pace grew brutal and his fingers on her clit applied more pressure. “fucking whore, i was being nice to you and now you try and run away from me? take it, take it, take it. take everything i’m fucking giving you, bitch.”

cody stopped rubbing her clit to guide her to rest her legs up on his shoulders. he pressed forward, leaning his full body weight into her and folding her in half, changing the angle that his cock pushed into her. he slammed his cock into her, each thrust causing a loud, wet slap to fill the room and his balls to repeatedly slam against her ass.

“cody! cody! oh my god it’s too much, oh my god. god! cody! cody please! ” y/n moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head once more. her entire body convulsed under him, and she practically screamed at the top of her lungs from the pleasure. she’d mentally thank the lord that the dorms were soundproof. cody had began to grunt and moan softly in her ear with every thrust, the sound of every thrust becoming increasingly wet as y/n came around him with a squirt.

“where do you want me to cum, princess? fuck, i’m so fucking close. stop fucking clenching down on me like that i won’t be able to pull out.” he moaned in her ear, his eyes squeezing shut as he focused on the feeling of y/n’s pussy clenching down on him.

“inside me. inside me. oh god, please cody cum inside me. oh fuck it’s too much, it’s too much.” y/n moaned as cody had began to jackhammer into her, chasing his own release. her hands had found their way around to cody’s back, as she clawed and scratched at him.

“inside you?” cody breathed out in shock. “you fucking whore. you want me inside you? i’ll fucking give it to you then.” he grunted, his moans increasing in volume with every thrust that brought him closer to his release. “fuck, fuck. here it comes, y/n. fuck, oh fuck.” cody moaned, his thrusts becoming sporadic until his hips halted to a stop. “take it, take it all you fucking whore. take my fucking cum, oh fuck you’re so fucking good.” cody moaned as he came, his warmth filling her and his body convulsing with every string of cum that’d rope out of him.

y/n whined and whimpered as she felt cody shake above her, and strings of warmth being shot into her. “thank you, daddy. thank you, cody.” she whispered repeatedly, allowing herself to relax back against the mattress and close her eyes.

cody pulled his softening cock of her moments later, a wet squelching sound joining the sounds of their labored breathing. he leaned back on his knees, spreading her legs and watching the way a mixture of cum and blood leaked out of her. “god, what a fucking heavenly sight.” he mumbled, using his fingers to spread her lips further.

she whined at the overstimulation, her legs threatening to shut close but were ultimately stopped by cody’s hands. “keep them open, you’re bleeding and you’re dripping my cum.” he ordered her as he hurried off of the bed. cody opened one of y/n’s drawers, pulling out a spare towel she had in there before returning back to y/n’s bedside.

cody guided her to lift her hips, laying the towel under her before letting her fall back down against the mattress. “you did so well, sweetheart. took me like a fucking champ.” he whispered as he pressed kisses along y/n’s skin. he kissed up from her stomach, to her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, before finally capturing her lips in a kiss.

the kiss was so delicate, and y/n felt as if the entire world was spinning around her as he kissed her. when he pulled away and began to wipe away at the blood and cum that leaked out of her, y/n whispered, “thank you, cody.”

he met her gaze once more, leaning down to press another quick, gentle kiss to her lips.

“no. thank you for trusting me, y/n.”

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#cody rhodes smut #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes #wwe #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe smut #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns imagine

[teenage-confessionals]

"the time we had together"

my mom washed my favorite hoodie 

your conditioner used to cling to the fibers 

whispering “remember me” when I'd tried to forget 

the mosquito bites have faded into scars leaving just the jagged remains behind 

the lake water doesn’t rest in my hair anymore and you wear your new glasses everyday 

the twin mattress that we lay on not even 9 months ago sits dust covered and moth bitten under my bed 

no more quiet touches and soft embraces will happen there anymore 

your hand left a permanent indent on my back where you used to rest it 

and as much as I beg at it it won’t go away, forcing me to unwillingly remember  

the wooden swing sits empty 

a haunting of what once was 

your hair ghosts at my knees as I sit alone on our the rotting swing 

the ukulele you took is gone too 

maybe its abandoned somewhere, cobwebs sticking to its strings waiting for some other damned souls to set it to music again 

my throat is hoarse 

i'm choking out words to a song I used to know but there is no melody to them 

we aren’t drifting anymore 

the pot sink is abandoned but the bruise on my arm is still there 

no one is pushing me back against the sink and no one is there to laugh with me  

certainly no one is there to see me cry 

tears hitting the drain, the most water the metal basin has seen in months 

my hands are still raw and peeling but are yours like they used to be? when you grabbed my waist for the first time? 

i'm looking for the tiger ears but they as gone as the goodbye you left me  

the kitchen door isn’t swinging anymore and there is no one there to kiss the tears off the side of my mouth 

the only tears that roll down my neck are mine as I stand watching the swirling chaos of passing time 

trying in vain to grab on to a second we had together even if it meant seeing your body heave with sobs after our last goodbye 

even if it meant that last I love you had to shatter because of me 

because in the end all I wanted was more time, one more day, hour, minute, second, a prolonged goodbye even if it was just for a moment 

just so I could stop crawling and catch my breath 

and stop hearing the last splintering I love you over and over and over again 

playing like a broken record for me to hum the tune of our goodbyes to 

i'll never be able to run fast enough 

#about my ex girlfriend #lesbian shit bro #lesbian #sapphic feels #writing #words #poetry #spilled ink #poetscommunity #poetsandwriters

[spxlledinks]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 | a playlist feat. the unraveling of 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐉𝐄 𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐊𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍 

❛ ...honey, you are nothing to me, i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet... ❜

presumably dead arm x sidney gish

first love late spring x mitski

night shift x lucy dacus

cold love x rainbow kitten surprise

ya’aburnee x halsey

– – click here for full playlist

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍: ya'aburnee - aka. flashes of the aftermath

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: catskill mountains, new york; march-july 2022

2 AM. A CRUMBLED BALL OF PAPER hits the back of the can. ❛ It is with deep sorrow and profound sadness that we announce.... ❜ She has the letter memorized, every word irreversibly seared into her brain. For the first few days, she recited it to herself — a mantra that sliced deeper with each repetition.

Penetrating injury to the abdomen. Line of duty death. Unmarked bullet. No other casualties.

She's proud of that, she would be proud of it; the bullet had not found purchase in its already-wounded target. Instead, it found the captain's mesenteric artery.

They got her address from the marriage license, her phone number from the emergency contact list. She hasn't answered any calls since that one. The blind panic that clung to her on the ride to the hospital still lingers, the helplessness as she wove through traffic. Not fast enough, never fast enough.

But she made it. She was there.

Hadn’t she wished for her death that night in the alley? Accused her of abandonment? Irony always did have a way of screwing her over.

❛ ...you got a 9 to 5, so i'll take the night shift. and i'll never see you again if i can help it...❜

The pungent aroma of disinfectant and a red-filled cap mark 10 AM.

❛ Let me know if you need a break. ❜

The tattoo parlor is small, as most things in the town are, and her machine almost sounds too loud. Too aggressive in a town that exists as a time capsule, the flickering lights of the fifties style diner across the street an indication of who lives here. Who belongs here.

She doesn't ask if it hurts. It's a stupid question to ask as someone repeatedly plunges needles into soft flesh; not hard enough to bleed, but enough to set ink permanently beneath the dermis.

Nikolai was there when she immortalized the captain into her skin, a night-blooming cereus. He had flown in for the funeral of a woman he’d hardly known simply because of the way his sister's voice cracked on the phone. Carrying her back into his condo afterward when her legs refused to work.

She swallows, barely noticing when she finishes the design.

❛ ...please hurry leave me, i can't breathe. please don't say you love me...❜

At 9 PM, she curses her for taking in mammoths for pets.

❛ You love them. ❜

She’s not hearing voices, she’s not. That would be weird, a definitive sign of the loss of one's sanity, and she's been clinging to that with every fiber of her being. No, she feels whispers of memories, sensations of a burgeoning life in a Brooklyn loft. A future.

Sága took to her new siblings immediately, and the trio's insistence on sleeping in the bed forced them to upgrade to a king-sized mattress. No need to worry about that now.

She does love the dogs, though. One too many nights waking to a paw draped over her abdomen or warm fur pressed to her back have endeared her to them. They are good for her, help her to feel less alone. A comforting reminder of what was stolen.

So, she shoves Hop’s gargantuan head aside and takes her place amongst the canines.

❛ ...not a word was said when the lights came on or a glance given pause at the cost of our desired wrongs...❜

She is unsurprised when the clock declares the time as 12:30 AM, eyes languidly rolling to return to their trained post on the ceiling. Its wooden beams cut across the expanse of white plaster to form a series of three triangles. The largest of the triangles is positioned at the foot of the bed, just low enough to toss a rope over and hang planters — morning glories, maybe.

The house itself is earthy, shrouded by a curtain of trees that make it easy to forget the mere ten minutes to reach the town center. Black paneling, glass, and ashen rocks make it undetectable from the road. She would love it, the blonde muses.

❛ ...your face was supposed to be hanging over me like a rosary. so morose for me; seeing ghosts of me writing oaths to me, is it so naive to wonder...❜

3 AM and the dogs need to be walked. Their protests as she clips on the leashes say otherwise, but she needs a distraction. An unseasonal cold front has stopped spring in its tracks. It's warm at Nikolai's, familiar, and she's grateful to him for not changing the locks. She has successfully put off staying in her own apartment during these 'business’ trips into the city, only daring to dart in to collect the odd knife and her mail.

Only the bills, never the cards.

Chirp stops to sniff at a novelty shop. Tourist-trap shirts fill the windows, many with some variation of I Love NYC emblazoned across the front. A thousand dates to a thousand places with stupid t-shirts from each spot. Isn't that what she promised? The night is a haze at best, a black spot at worst. And yet...

❛ ... cause a part of me needs a part of you, and not just any boy is gonna do. so I’m hoping you feel the same way too, not just any girl is gonna do...❜

The birds start outside the kitchen window at 5 AM, finding her already sipping from the first of many cups of coffee that she will have today. It is flavorless, the general store's instant mix not quite the barista caliber to which she was once accustomed. Soon.

Her focus is across the room, gaze locked with the cat. Cujo sits on the mantle, perched above an overturned picture frame. The last thing to pack before they leave the cabin for good has become his latest triumph. ❛ You’re a real asshole, you know that? ❜ Originally meant to go with Parrish alongside the four other dogs that once made up her pack, the feline refuses to leave. Though her arms show the results of many fruitless attempts at forcing him, she has to admit that she has come to admire his obduracy.

So, she assumes the role of resigned caretaker, crossing the room to pick up the fallen photograph. She already knows what she will find when she rights the frame, and still, her breath catches.

The first photo they took together, found tucked away in her camera roll following the night they drunkenly said I do. She insisted on having it encased in a durable frame — ❛ permanence. ❜

The roar of an engine drowns out the birdsong as she coaxes the bike into third gear, dousing her feelings in the only way she's ever known.

❛ ...darling, you will bury me before I bury you...❜

1. presumably dead arm x sidney gish

❛ honey, you are nothing to me, alcohol and dopamine… but like an old man, say i reckon, i love you for a millisecond… i wanna know your passwords without changing them in preferences, and all the childhood streets and deceased pets that they’re referencing… honey, you are nothing to me, i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet. ❜

2. first love late spring x mitski 3. night shift x lucy dacus 4. his hands x blegh

❛ you should go to something better. i’ll give you to someone better. i have friends that’ll be on earth for longer. i have friends that won’t feel like monsters. ❜

5. cold love x rainbow kitten surprise 6. dreams tonight x alvvays 7. montero airlines x montero 8. ya’aburnee x halsey

❛ i never got to tell you how I loved the way my eyes make yours look green too. i think we could live forever in each other’s faces 'cause i always see my youth in you. and if we don’t live forever, maybe one day we’ll trade places.❜

#wbchallenge #vi. on the 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮 of evening – playlist #iii. penned up 𝒃 𝒆 𝒕 𝒘 𝒆 𝒆 𝒏 the sea and✧ ˢᵃᵈⁿᵉˢˢ – musings #//did i make a playlist? yup. did it end up with me reaching into sil's chest and digging out is this gratuitous abomination? absolutely. #death mention tw #death tw

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Eliminate Allergens Forever: Professional Mattress Cleaning Solutions

Are you frequently waking up with sneezing fits or nasal congestion? It might be time to inspect your mattress more closely. Over time, mattresses can harbor dust mites, pet dander, and other allergens that can negatively impact your health and well-being. In this article, we'll discuss professional mattress cleaning solutions that can help you eliminate allergens permanently and enjoy a cleaner, healthier sleep environment.

The Concealed Hazards in Your Mattress

Your mattress may appear clean on the surface, but beneath it lies a haven for dust mites and allergens. These microscopic creatures feed on dead skin cells and can cause allergic reactions and asthma symptoms. Regular vacuuming may remove surface dust, but it won't eliminate deeply embedded allergens. This is where professional mattress cleaning becomes essential.

The Benefits of Professional Mattress Cleaning

Professional mattress cleaning services use advanced techniques and equipment to deep clean and sanitize your mattress. Methods such as steam cleaning and hot water extraction are highly effective at removing dirt, dust, and allergens from deep within the mattress fibers. Additionally, professional cleaners often use eco-friendly products to ensure a safe and healthy sleep environment for you and your family.

Bid Farewell to Allergies and Welcome Better Sleep

Investing in professional mattress cleaning has numerous benefits. It not only enhances the cleanliness and hygiene of your mattress but also helps prolong its lifespan. By eliminating dirt and allergens, professional cleaning can also improve indoor air quality, leading to better overall health and well-being for you and your family. Say goodbye to allergies and welcome better sleep with professional mattress cleaning solutions.

Professional mattress cleaning solutions are vital for maintaining a clean and healthy sleep environment. By permanently eliminating allergens, you can enjoy a cleaner, healthier sleep and wake up feeling refreshed every morning. Don’t let allergens disrupt your sleep any longer; invest in professional mattress cleaning services today and experience the difference for yourself.

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Remove Oil Stains From Your Mattress

We all are aware that mattress plays a very important role in our comfort and also in interiors. The mattress provides a very comfortable space to sleep and relax. Hygiene of our bedroom and quality of sleep is dependant on overall hygiene and quality of mattresses. A daily accumulation of dust and stains can cause permanent damage to the mattress and also can deteriorate the life of the mattress. Our mattress suffers from different types of staining but the most difficult stain to be removed is oil. Oil stains if left untreated can harbor a lot of dust and dirt read more here and in result, our mattress can suffer from permanent decolorization and damage to the mattress.

Things You Need For Removing Oil Stains:

Mattress stain removing soap/ detergent. Spare clothes/cleaning paper Baby powder / cornstarch Bucket Water Vacuum

Steps To Remove Oil Stains

Pour a little amount of oil or glycerin on the old stain to freshen it up. Then leave the stain to soak fresh oil and refresh the stain and oil inside. Use a blotting cloth or paper to remove the extra oil from the stained area. Damp area of stain to make sure that before oil stain removal excess oil is removed. Now use cornstarch to remove the oil stain from your mattress. Sprinkle cornstarch powder all around the stain and to remove extra dust and dirt use a brush. Leave the powder on the stain for about an hour to loosen the fibers of mattress from stains.

After one hour of stain which was left to dry, use a vacuum cleaner to clean your mattress thoroughly and remove cornstarch and dirt left anywhere on the mattress. It is very important to remove cornstarch powder from the mattress because it contains oil and this can lead to the compromise of sanitizing the mattress in the future. 

To finish the mattress stain removal process we will use detergent and water. Use a cloth or brush rinsed in detergent and water solution and rub it over the stained part of the mattress and scrub off if any oil stain or any sign of cornstarch is left over the stained area. If you think that repeating the process is necessary for much better results then repeat and leave the mattress to dry naturally.

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Advice And Tips For Cleaning Your CarpetIf your carpet is dirty, you won't be happy with your house. Keeping a lot of rooms fresh and deep-cleaned isn't easy, however, and hiring a professional can make life a lot easier for you. You will find the ideal company by using the tips that follow.<br/><br/>When you see that there is a stain on your rug, do not wait to clean it off. The best chance that you have to get a stain before it sets into your rug is within the first few minutes of the occurrence. This will help you keep your carpet from acquiring permanent marks.<br/><br/>Using your vacuum cleaner on a regular basis is the best way to keep your carpet clean. Plan on vacuuming your home at least once a week and replace the filter of your vacuum cleaner at least once a month. If possible, invest in a quality vacuum cleaner for better results.<br/><br/>Never accept a carpet cleaning quote over the phone. The best way for a company to give you an estimate is to look at the size of the room and how soiled your carpets are. Anyone who gives you a phone quote is pulling a number out of the air.<br/><br/>When hiring a carpet cleaning company, ask if the technicians have to undergo any formal training. Many companies use specific methods and products, and you want to make sure the technician knows how to use those things properly. Misusing chemicals can damage your carpets, and methods that are not used correctly can lead to carpets remaining dirty.<br/><br/>Choose your carpet very carefully. The color and texture of the carpet should play an important part in your decision but you should also find out more about the cleaning process. If possible, choose a quality stain resistant carpet to get rid of stains easily instead of choosing a high-maintenance carpet.<br/><br/>Do not clean your carpet more than once every week. You must set restrictions for cleaning, as too much cleaning can wear down the material. This will force you to get a new one, which will cost you unnecessary time and money in the long run. Stick to one cleaning session per week unless there is an unexpected spill.<br/><br/>Red wine stains are notoriously hard to get out of carpet. If you have white wine on hand, pour some immediately over a red wine spill to dilute the color and help with clean up. If the stain is not fresh, you can use vinegar to help get it out.<br/><br/>Even if you are good at keeping your carpet clean yourself, a regular steam-cleaning has its benefits. Steam cleaning your carpet cleans it more thoroughly than many other methods, like cleaning by hand. <a href="https://purevortexclean.com/">mattress cleaning</a> kills bacteria that are residing in the carpet fibers. This will eliminate carpet odors.<br/><br/>Even if your carpets do not look dirty, they probably are. Even if you vacuum every day, your carpet becomes soiled just from regular traffic and dirt gets trapped in the fibers. Try putting a white towel at your door. Keep it there for a week and see how dirty it becomes. This will show you that you need a professional carpet cleaning company to clean your floor.<br/><br/>When looking at prospective carpet cleaning businesses to hire, try checking for online customer reviews. You can gain valuable insight on many local cleaners. Many reviews sites allow customers to post about their experiences with particular companies. This method of sharing information can provide you with either recommendations or warnings to avoid certain companies. Those with better reviews can really narrow down your search.<br/><br/>Move your furniture around from time to time in rooms where you have carpet. This will prevent one area from deteriorating, so that you can have a fresh look in your room at all times. Try to do this once every year or any time that you see rough spots starting to accumulate.<br/><br/>Ask any carpet cleaning company what they are using to clean your carpets. Are the chemicals safe for to be used around you, your pets and your children? Make sure you know what they are bringing into your home. Also make sure that the treatment is the right one for the type of carpet that you have.<br/><br/>When your carpets look good, your house looks good. Hopefully, you've learned some valuable information from this article which you can implement to find the best carpet cleaning company for your home. Now you are on your way to breathing life back into your carpets.

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Pet urine on carpets cleaning

Pet urine on carpets is not just unsightly, it can also lead to serious health problems and create unpleasant odors in your home. Cleaning pet urine from carpets is therefore a necessary task that must be performed as soon as possible. In this article, we will discuss the reasons why pet urine carpet cleaning is so important.

Health Risks

Pet urine contains harmful bacteria, such as E. coli and Salmonella, that can pose a serious health risk to humans. If the urine is not cleaned properly, the bacteria can spread to other parts of the house, making it dangerous for those living there. Children and people with weakened immune systems are particularly vulnerable to these health risks.

Odor

Pet urine has a strong, unpleasant odor that can linger for months or even years if not treated properly. The odor can penetrate deep into the carpet fibers, making it difficult to remove. In severe cases, the odor can become so overpowering that it makes it difficult to use the room.

Discoloration

Pet urine can cause discoloration in carpets, leaving behind yellow or brown stains that are unsightly and difficult to remove. In some cases, the discoloration can become permanent if not treated promptly.

Carpet Damage

Pet urine can also cause damage to carpet fibers, padding, and flooring. The urine can penetrate deep into the carpet, breaking down the fibers and causing them to rot. This can result in the need for costly repairs or even the need to replace the entire carpet.

In conclusion, pet urine carpet cleaning is necessary to protect the health of those living in the house, remove unpleasant odors, prevent discoloration, and prevent damage to the carpet. It is important to address pet urine as soon as possible to avoid costly repairs and ensure the longevity of your carpet.

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Carpet Cleaning Rochedale

A well-maintained and clean carpet makes a home cosy, inviting, and appealing. It enhances the beauty of the entire premises and adds to the value of the property. It is, therefore, vital to carry out regular carpet cleaning, which not only purges the dust and filth from the rugs, but also helps in removing stains and odours.

Hygiene: A cluttered and dirt-strewn carpet can attract various microbes that may not only irritate the respiratory system of the people, but can also affect their health adversely. This is because the accumulated soil and grit that gets caught in the carpet fibers enable mites, bacteria, viruses, mould spores, and other harmful microbes to thrive.

Removal of Stains: Despite the presence of effective vacuuming and washing procedures, some stains can be difficult to remove, especially if they are from a long time back or have made a permanent place in the carpet. A thorough and complete cleaning procedure by experts helps in the removal of all the stains, making the carpets look bright, fresh, and new.

Sanitization: The occurrence of different types of microbes can be effectively prevented and eradicated by professional cleaning services, which include the application of disinfectants and a wide range of cleaning solutions that are certified. Apart from sanitization, the professionals also make use of special techniques to thoroughly and efficiently clean the carpets, as this eliminates the germs that could otherwise contaminate the surrounding areas.

The carpet cleaning Rochedale companies offer a wide variety of services, including carpet cleaning, upholstery and rug cleaning, mattress cleaning, and more. Their services are highly affordable and they offer excellent customer service and support. They also provide eco-friendly cleaning products, fast drying times and truck mounted equipment, making them an ideal choice for your home or business.

iCarpet Clean and Pest Control will take care of everything your needs in Carpet Cleaning and Pest Control Services in Australia. Call our team today to book and Carpet cleaning and pest control Brisbane, Logan, gold coast or anywhere else come with various challenges which our experts are trained to handle.

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Carpet Cleaning Henderson NV

Steam Carpet Cleaning

Carpet cleaning Henderson is the industry leader in professional carpet, rug, mattress, and upholstery sanitation and deep steam cleaning. We are the professionals to contact for residential and commercial carpet cleaning. Since then, carpet cleaning has been throughout Nevada. Because of our track record in the carpet cleaning sector, carpet cleaning Henderson has tens of thousands of satisfied clients.

We have acquired our professionalism through thorough IICRC-accredited training, and we are committed to providing exceptional client service. We continuously strive to provide the highest quality service to our consumers. Customers are satisfied with our attention to detail and exceptional customer service. We have established an amazing name in the carpet cleaning sector with our hard work.

Numerous carpet cleaning firms concentrate on the surface with a rapid clean that does not remove persistent dirt and filth from the carpet fibers' base. The modern carpet cleaning technology, products, and techniques produce a deeper clean that can be observed by the consumer. Professional specialists in Nevada are experts at deep carpet steam cleaning. There are numerous methods for steam cleaning carpets. (Also known as hot water extraction.)

The Henderson Six-Step Steam Cleaning Method:

Initially, the carpet is treated with a biodegradable cleaning solution.

The carpet is cleaned by agitating the cleaning solution through the carpet fibers with a floor polisher and pad/brush. This procedure also helps loosen imbedded soils in high-traffic areas and facilitates the removal of spots and stains.

Treated are any leftover spots and stains.

A fiber rinse is added to the process of steam cleaning.

A deodorizer is added to the process of steam cleaning.

The carpet is now vacuumed and steam cleaned.

The five-step carpet dry cleaning procedure:

An upright vacuum cleaner is used to vacuum the carpet.

A biodegradable encapsulation solution is pre-sprayed over the carpet.

Spots and stains are dealt with.

The carpet has been dry-cleaned.

The carpet pile is reset by raking.

Dry carpet cleaning

The technique for dry cleaning carpets begins with vacuuming. This initial stage removes around 80% of the top and middle layers of soil. Pre-spraying a dry cleaning / encapsulation solution on the carpet. The encapsulation solution is then stirred deep into the carpet's fibers using a floor machine. Moreover, any problematic areas and stains are addressed. The soil is enveloped and encapsulated by the detergent, generating a crystal or bubble that may be readily removed. This process involves very minimal moisture, thus the detergent can readily dry within one hour. The next step is to remove the soil that has been encased. It will be eliminated by cleaning professionals using a powerful industrial extraction machine. Furthermore, any encapsulated soil remaining in the carpet will be eliminated by the carpet owner each time he vacuums the carpet thereafter.

Advantages of Dry Carpet Cleaning

We have already discussed one of its perks. It refers to the usage of minimum water. Hence, the carpet might be utilized shortly after cleaning. This is highly convenient for locations with a high volume of customers or visitors, such as hotels, workplaces, restaurants, hospitals, schools, etc.

The primary benefit of encapsulation carpet cleaning is that the capsuling detergent reaches the carpet's deepest layers and difficult-to-reach areas, which conventional cleaning procedures cannot.

Services for stain removal and spot dyeing

Carpet shampooing Henderson is thrilled to announce the launch of a new Spot dyeing and color restoration service for permanent stains. There is now an alternative to carpet replacement for those with permanent stains. When a stain becomes persistent, the next steps are spot dyeing and color correction.

This is a procedure that goes beyond cleaning to remove permanent stains. Certain bleaching agents, pet urine, pharmaceuticals, acne treatments, and cleaning detergents can permanently alter the chemical composition of carpet fibers, causing them to lose their color. Spot dyeing is the process of matching discolored parts of your carpet to its original color and restoring it to its original condition.

If your carpet has been stained permanently by pet pee, bleach, curry, or other substances, we can recover the affected area using an efficient spot-dyeing procedure. Even if portions of your carpet have been discolored by sunshine, flooding (water damage), or other means, we can match the color for you.

Urine and Odor Treatments for Pets

There are numerous strategies, procedures, and chemicals for carpet cleaning, however for the underlay and floor a different approach is required.

There are three choices:

Clean and treat only the carpet fibers with steam.

Treat damaged area with urine treatments and extract urine from carpet and underlay using a water claw (see video).

In extreme circumstances, the carpet and pad may need to be raised and treated from below.

[kshira]

fwb with izana?

— say you want me

tw. fem!reader, fwb turn lovers, tones throughout of sex, f!oral, like literal word vomit of sweet fluff and smut, softest dom! izana w/sub!reader

wc. 1.9k

an. thanks anon, i just fell into a trap of another day being in love with izana, i blame my crotch or whatever <3

[5:33 AM]

it’s early, too fucking early to be awake right now—the birds haven’t even spoke their first syllable but you have; several times.

“izana, please” you beg, fist balling the sheets under you, eyes fluttering close every time he dives back between your legs, a short hum follows his lips—izana kurokawa; a short summary of him; he’s a devastating hurricane.

“come on angel, i know you can beg better than that” he leans up, propping his chin on his hand as the other one slides against your flesh laying its placement on your stomach, “what’s with the face?” he asks, curiosity flickers in his orbs, amusement taunts the edges of his smile.

“i called you to fuck me n-not this, god” you moan again, for what feels like the hundredth time tonight—today; you can’t remember what time it actually is.

“do you remember when we first met?” izana questions, drawing small circles on your stomach, trying hard not to be distracted by your clenching hole in his line of sight.

“i try to forget, actually” you laugh, and izana drops his eyes in disapproval, “yeah guess so, probably fucked the memory outta you that night” he smirks when you open your mouth to speak but don’t, feeding his ego well tonight.

izana looks into your eyes again, maybe searching for warmth, or just a simple twinkle in your eyes and he can tell you how he feels but alas; there is none but tears feeding into the rims from the overstimulation, his fingers working their way back into your weeping cunt without a second thought.

he destroys everything in his path, izana leaves like the waves washing back to the internal darkness, he never stays long yet he wishes for a day when he can wash ashore; a reason to stay permanently.

why can’t that be with you?

“kiss me” izana whispers, crawling away from your cunt for once, taking both hands; the hands he’s took lives with to cup your face, crashing his lips with yours and he devours everything you have to offer him and yet he yearns for more than just a lust filled cry of his name.

[2:13 PM]

izana remembers the warmth that laid beside him earlier, the mattress settled back to its former state now, your touch had melted from his skin. he raises a finger up to trace his lips, thinking about how they brushed every fiber on your body.

he drops the limb, what feels like pity grows in his stomach, at the age he is doing this so freely, sleeping with strangers, lovers of the past or unknown names and faces; he’s too damn old.

he reaches for his phone, sifting through the multiple messages from kakucho, calls from clients and then finally he’s found you, a message you’d opened but never replied back to him.

izana feels hopeless now, but he has no one to blame but himself; why did he say friends with benefits again? he can’t remember, or care too; no— he thought he’d get attached.

and fuck was he right.

[7:30 PM]

“izana, what’s up?” you answer quickly, loud background noises crackle the phone, izana swallows playing with the strings of his sweats, he hesitates tripping on what words to say “come over” he finally speaks up, grimacing at how nervous he is.

“i can’t fuck tonight, sorry” you maneuver the phone from your hand to your shoulder, leveling it closer to your ear as you listen to silence on the other end, izana stares up at the ceiling— “w-we don’t have to do that, just wanna—” izana struggles to carry his voice onward wondering if you get the hint.

“maybe another night, yeah?” the dial tone meets with izana when you hang up, not even able to say a word back, he drags his eyes to his cock—not really in the mood but he just wants to take his mind off of you.

but that’s kinda hard, as he fists his cock—hand slowly gripping at the length, fingers coming up to toy with the sensitive head, and his thoughts drift to you.

the way you’d sit between his legs, pumping his pretty cock within your smaller hands, doe like eyes flickering up to meet his disheveled gaze, no matter how many times izana said it was just sex, it fucking wasn’t.

izana bends down to drip a coat of spit on his cock, eyes glimmering close and he lets his imagination run its course, he always loves dragging his nails across your scalp while you lazily hold him in your mouth, tongue slipping to both sides of his girth and your ass in the background shaking and swaying.

he feels lost, pleasure rushing through his veins as he strokes harder, white knocking at the back of his eyes and izana leaves curses under his breath when unknowingly he spurts pretty white ribbons on his stomach.

another night without you here, another day spent with his confession tied among the stars and izana dwindles from the blissful high to only be met with an insufferable loneliness casted in the black eerie sky.

[10:31 PM]

izana paces the living room, hands tucked into his pockets—the sounds of his bare feet padding against the wooden floors cease his thoughts for a brief moment.

he wonders if he’s going insane, never experiencing these unacquainted feelings before, izana thought spending time between legs would take only his pleasure not his fucking mind.

he wants to know what you’re doing, if you even think about him when he’s not fucking your pussy—he remembers when there was a time before all this, when he’d listen to your half lidded moans begging and crying for him, hard slaps against your ass, calling you filthy names.

how did it turn from never wanting to see your face while his cock was buried into your cunt to hovering over your face while his hips rock into you, soft lips placed neatly on your warm cheeks.

izana leans against a wall, dropping down till the cold wooden floor bites back at his bottom, curling himself into a ball, he shuts his eyes and welcomes the darkness. lights twinkle in his vision and of course—you. contrasting the blackness of his life, whether you wanted that or not.

[11:31 PM]

“izana it’s late” you sigh, walking into his bedroom and sitting down on the bed, izana stands in front of you, carding through his milky hair. “i know” he turns to you, leaning down slowly till his breath fans over your face.

“don’t you want this pretty pussy stuffed?” he questions, raising his hand to your lips, tracing his digit on your pouting lip “always want that from you” you whisper, allowing his finger to dip into your mouth.

“suck” he pushes the digit further in your mouth, shivers settling in his spine every time he thinks about spilling the words from his lips, lungs turning blue when he holds his breath feeling your tongue wrap around his finger.

“no teasin’ tonight i can’t stay long” you mumble, fluttering your lashes up at him, izana stills, his gut twisting “stay the night then cause i wanna take my time” izana pulls his finger from your mouth, pushing your back against the bed.

he ghosts over your face, violet pupils casting a sneer as he crawls down, fingers hooking under your pants and rolling them off your legs—nails digging into the plush of your inner thighs as he spreads them open, curses leaving his throat.

“i want you to cum on my tongue” izana murmurs, laying his tongue flat through your folds, you nod softly running your hands through his hair and yanking him harder on your heat “you only cum for me” izana darts his eyes up, venom dripping from them.

is it possible now to tell you or is it bad timing? you’re so vulnerable right now, pure as untouched snow, soft as the richest silk—voices ranging from a sultry moan to a mere whimper, izana twirls his tongue around your puffy clit, fingers plunging into your hole.

“i’m so close” your voice breaks his thoughts, flickering his eyes to your heaving chest, nipples shining through the thin fabric as they bounce, izana groans feeling your thighs knock against his cheeks, thick fingers dragging through your gummy walls.

“say i can only make you cum” izana utters, circling his warm muscle on your bundle of nerves, fingers curling and the waves begin to crash, heavy at first flooding against your body till they flow through you, a strong undertow while your orgasm washes against you—izana, he’s so mesmerized—he’s captivated, allured into your body arching clouding the room with broken cries.

“y-you only make me cum” your voice drives a dagger in his heart, it’s so easy for you to say something when he’s making you cum. “want you” he rises from your heat, bending your leg and throwing it over his hip, pulling down his sweats, tossing his shirt and yanking at yours.

izana drops a breath, glancing at his cock splitting you open and bends down to your level brushing his lips on yours “pussy so messy” he groans, pushing in and juices coat his balls at the amount of slick dripping from your hole. your hands wrap around his neck, moving your hips with his.

time feels so frozen, izana just wants this to last forever—all this time he’s took for granted, leaving you in radio silence, ignoring your subtle hints of something else and now that’s he’s on the receiving end, it feels like he’s swallowing agony knowing you’ll be gone soon.

“izana” your words chirp in his ear but he pays no mind, still thrusting inside you, cock stretching your hole with every stroke. “izana” you say his name again, but he’s on the edge, drowning in self pity—head above the waters of despair, barely staying afloat.

what is life afterwards when you’re not in it? his heart throbs, cock sending jolts of bliss through his soul, “izana” you’ve said his name again, but he can’t stand to hear it—knowing it’ll be the last time.

“why are you crying?” he finally turns to you, salty tears running down his face, raising his hand to touch his warm cheeks “i-i don’t know” he sits up on his knees, covering his face with his hands as he sobs, “i love you so much” he chokes out, chest tugged in sharp pains.

he feels your arms wrap around him, face nudging through his hands “i know you do” your voice is so delicate, lips finding his cheeks and kissing the wetness away, izana pulls his hands away, looking at you and awaiting the torture.

[12:01 AM]

“say it again” izana whines, locking lips with yours and slowly rocking his hips, gasps leaving his throat when his sensitive cockhead brushes against your spongy walls.

“i love you” izana heart pounds at the words, smiling as he presses his forehead against yours “i’ll never get tired of hearing that” he whispers, tracing his fingers amongst the sheets till he finds your fingers, intertwining them with his.

“i know” you laugh softly, gripping his fingers, izana rolls his hips inciting another moan from your lips, “stay with me forever?” he questions, chest fluttering with caged butterflies, “always” you whisper back.

a new day with izana as the clock struck another minute to the time, and another day izana has gained being in love with you.

tagging— @vryr

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[hotdamnhunnam]

Pacific Love

A/N: So this fic can be read as Part 2 to Pacific Rimjob, or as a standalone fic! This second part is based on the below request for some hot sex followed by comforting cockwarming with Raleigh, the fluffiest snuggliest version of Charlie 🥰

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, your pussy serving as a home for Raleigh’s cock Requests: Request from @wayward-avenging​ + a separate request from @rayslittlekitten​

Word Count: ~1.7k

“Still can’t believe you saved the motherfucking world.”

Your boyfriend sighs, with an exasperated blink of his blue eyes. Hates when you say it in that way, like he alone had saved the day. “We saved the world. Me and my girl.”

“You and the Gipsy Danger?” you reply, the name of his beloved Jaeger. The massive robot you two co-pilot together.

Raleigh heaves another sigh. He’s a fierce feminist, aware that women rarely get the recognition that they merit; the injustice of it makes him want to cry. That’s why he’s clearly so upset at your refusal to take credit.

Brushing a speck of dust off of the warm navy blue sweater he’s got on, you urge him not to sweat it. “Babe, I’m just pushing your buttons,” you admit, reaching to ruffle his blonde hair bright as spun gold and soft as cotton. At your touch you can already sense the energy inside him shifting. Letting go of his frustration as you gently fluff it out of him. “I know I had to carry all your problems, so it’s obvious that I’m the one who did the heavy lifting.”

He smiles as he melts into your hand then brings it down toward his lips so he can kiss it. “You know I’m glad the war is finished... but I gotta say I’m gonna miss it. Drifting.”

“Being in each other’s heads? Well, even better yet... we’ll always have our time together in each other’s beds.”

“That’s true,” he coos, stars in his baby blues. “I really like being inside of you.”

Who gave this full-grown man the right to be so fucking cute? It’s fucking rude. Your fingers wander toward his gorgeous golden mane again and comb tenderly through. “Of course you do. I like it too... and I love you.”

Throughout the war that you have somehow overcome, Drifting together had begun to feel like home. It felt like you belonged in his head even more than in your own. You were just better when you both were in that deep mind-melding zone. The two of you are more than just compatible; the bond you share is magical. It’s pure and powerful as hell.

And thankfully you know a way to bring that level of connection into the bedroom as well.

***************

Sex with Raleigh Fucking Becket... is a trip to heaven on a one-way ticket.

You still recall and probably won’t ever forget—back in the days before the two of you had met—what all the other women gossiping throughout the Shatterdome had said: how this new guy walking around the halls was tall and good-looking and no doubt even better-looking naked, but probably a dud in bed. A pretty slice of plain white bread.

While he may come off as a teddy bear, with his soft fluffy hair, and eyes so big and bright you never fail to melt beneath his stare... so wholesome it’s really not fair... the truth is, none of those bitches knew shit. 

They didn’t have a clue, just what Mr. Becket could do. Neither did you—until he claimed you as his girl and put you through it.

True, Raleigh insists on sex within a context of mutual understanding and respect. Prefers softcore. Prefers the passion to feel pure, to let your hearts and souls connect. 

But that won’t stop his big heroic dick from fucking like a monster once he knows that you are ready to get wrecked. And all the hardcore kinks of yours... he’s more than willing to explore. 

By now he’s got a kink himself for dirty talk, and roughing you up with his cock—spanking your ass while he slams your cunt from behind and constantly reminds you that you are his filthy fucking whore.

That’s what he does tonight, fucking you up just right. 

He takes more pleasure and more pride, in pounding into you and plunging deep inside, than any earth-shattering war he’ll ever fight.

And so do you—the slick walls of your pussy squeezing tight, around his huge shaft as he plows it through, splitting you open wide... his cock may be the Jaeger as you take it. But this love is meant for both of you to make it.

The bed beneath you creaks and rocks, as Raleigh keeps slapping your slutty ass and railing you with his colossal cock; this wouldn’t be the first time that the power of his thrusts managed to break it.

Having literally saved the world gives you the right to fuck so hard you’ll probably fucking shake it. Shake the whole damn world. The wholesome hero and his filthy whore, his dirty little girl.

Now the war is finally over maybe someday he can flood you with his cum without protection and pump you full of a little baby Becket...

But you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself yet. That’s for another night. Tonight you’re still on birth control as he fills up your hole and hammers you into the bed. Tonight is all about making your man’s cock feel at home inside your cunt so wet, so tight—letting him wreck it, now the two of you have conquered this long fight... and then indulging in a long night that he won’t ever forget.

Once his thick hot cum paints your pussy, so deliciously juicy, your sex and his pulsing in sync in perfect ecstasy... both of you take a breathless moment to recover from the climax so intense and clear the shooting stars spinning around your heads.

Your co-pilot’s full body weight collapses down on yours and crushes you into the bed, so you can feel the muscles of his abs and chest, slick with his sweat, against your back so firmly pressed. He knows just how much you love that—it’s the best, this sense of being so closely connected, after any round of sex you’ve had, completely covered by your lover as you sink into the mattress. Being beneath him in this way makes you feel safe and loved and so alive after your senses get fucked dead.

Raleigh softly tilts his face to kiss your cheek, filling you with the love that gives you endless strength yet makes you feel so weak. Somehow you manage now to speak, reminding him of that one thing that he had said.

“Do you still miss the Drift?”

His cock inside your core is still as massive, almost just as stiff. Meanwhile his loving mouth curves up into a smile as it shifts from your cheek down toward your parted lips to seal them with a kiss. “There’s not a thing I miss. Not when I’m with you just like this.”

As if you weren’t already you are now convinced: Raleigh Becket is honestly a motherfucking Disney prince.

You drown in kisses for a few seconds—or minutes, or hours for all that you know, given that your perception of time always blurs in the sheer bliss of afterglow. Each kiss is soft and sweet and sensual and slow. 

His meat at last begins to soften where it’s buried deep inside you. Pulling out to shift position, for a sleepy snuggle session, is what he’ll usually do.

... But you have something else in mind, which you don’t doubt will feel divine. The thought of it excites you and you know that it’ll be nice for Raleigh too.

“Why don’t you stay,” you softly say, just as he starts to pull away.

“...Stay?” he echoes as he keeps his body held against yours tightly.

“Inside of me,” you murmur quietly. “Isn’t that where you like to be?”

His fully drained dick answers with a twitch. Throbbing against your inner walls and scratching a new itch. He’s catching on to the idea that you want to serve him as his cockwarming bitch.

Though Raleigh hates the thought of using you like some kind of accessory... on some level he knows that isn’t how it has to be. It can be comforting and pleasing for the two of you both equally, to keep him in your pussy, buried deeply.

And as he answers your question it’s obvious that he’s aroused beyond belief. “It’s home for me. If I could I would be inside you permanently. Never leave.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure the war is finally over...” you provocatively murmur. “So just go ahead and make yourself at home, soldier.”

You co-pilot lets out a growl of arousal and nuzzles your shoulder. “You sure?”

“Of fucking course. You know this pussy is all yours.”

“Mmm, that’s my perfect little whore,” he snarls, the words making your toes curl. “Who knew you’re such a dirty girl?”

“Um, you did, stupid.”

He masks his laughter and pretends to be insulted. “Now that’s no way to talk to the hero who just saved the world!”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you playfully answer. “Remind me that you saved the world and that you own my body, sir.”

Raleigh’s half-hard dick pushes inside you deeper than it already is as his full weight keeps pressing you into the bed. “Mmm, as if you could ever forget...”

Indeed as if you ever could, when his cock owns you so fucking good. 

You spend all night impaled on his wood. Alternating between cozy cuddling, with butterfly kisses and fluffy hair ruffling... and crazy hard fucking, with him stuffing you so roughly that you’ll surely wake incapable of walking... then cuddling again as his cock slowly softens. Changing up your position every so often, but never once loosening your cunt’s tight hold of him—all the while Raleigh stays buried inside of you just as he should.

Whisper words of love, though words are never enough. You both already know it, and show it... melding into one and the same person, your two hearts as one, beating in unison, just as every fiber of your being and his come undone in complete perfect sync every time you get off.

The war has never felt farther behind you, than now when he’s deep inside you. This is home and there’s such peace, in each release. Such pure pacific love.

While the bond that you forged and explored in the Drift was a gift... one that Raleigh will miss.. nights like this—this feeling of sharing in such absolute bliss—even after the war is finished, love unlike war has no fucking limits. And that’s the true gift.

This is the gift that will keep on giving for as long as you live.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Summary: Sometimes confessions come a moment too late.

 Letting out a pleased moan, Inuyasha’s eyes rolled back in his head as Kagome finished up her magic trick. Whether or not this was hell no longer a question because nothing he had ever experienced had brought him so much relief nor felt quite this wonderful. Heat and pleasure made better by modern luxuries like spring mattresses and cotton sheets. The one and only thing that could make this moment better was to know for certain it was real.

 “So,” Kagome hummed affectionately as she gently lifted his head to better place the final steaming bag beneath his neck and move his hair out of the way, “We’ll just leave these on for thirty minutes or so and then see how you feel.”

 Nodding absently, Inuyasha was too distracted to even focus on anything other than the shocking realization that his default setting was being sore. Every single fiber of his being that didn’t have a heating pad on it begged for relief or something else to move the blood a little better.

 “Thanks,” Inuyasha mumbled - his voice still somewhat gravely from that morning’s meltdown. One Kagome handled with surprising grace and calm. Even when the purple marks started blooming on his cheeks at the same time a cold sweat broke out. It hadn’t even been anything she did. Just a nightmare that wasn’t even that bad. Just…

 Just darkness. A cold endless abyss where he was alone. Floating aimlessly in deafening silence. 

 Swallowing thickly, Inuyasha tore his thoughts away from the memory and tried to force his focus back on the warmth on his back, his neck, his hands…

 “What’s in these anyway?” Inuyasha mumbled distractedly as he absently kneaded the hot cloth bag between his palms before pushing god’s gift to humanity against his suddenly tight sternum, “Smells like rice.”

 “Well, they’re filled with rice so I would hope they do,” Kagome laughed softly as she tossed the latest hot bag from one hand to the other and licked her lips, “Anywhere else hurt?”

 Groaning at the thought of him being literally smothered alive by these ‘hot packs’, Inuyasha accepted that wasn’t an option - although a beautiful dream - and decided that there was one other place he wouldn’t mind tending to.

 “How many more you got?” Inuyasha asked curiously before wrinkling his nose at the smell of her concern, “Not because I’m hurting that bad. More…more these are nice. Do they heat up by themselves?”

 “Well I normally put them in the microwave,​" Kagome began to explain, "But I mean, if you really like them so much maybe we can find a way to heat them up over there."

 At the idea of going back to the feudal era with all its danger, a surge of anxiety rushed through Inuyasha's system which escalated into nauseating degrees ​when he realized they had to go back eventually. 

 "What if we just….well, I mean, w-we could stay here a while," Inuyasha mumbled hoarsely as he closed his eyes and pressed the heated bag a little closer to his suddenly tight chest, "Y-you probably need to go to school, right?"

 "I guess," Kagome sighed as she gently brushed a few hairs away from his face, " I should probably do that actually. I...I didn't really go to school these past few weeks."

 Cracking one eye open, Inuyasha searched his woman's face and regretted the action immediately.  Lost in his own despair and worry, he hadn't really looked closely. Before he died, Kagome had looked every bit the 15 year old she was but now that he really paid attention, she had aged a few years. There were dark circles seemingly permanently embedded beneath her somewhat dull blue eyes. Her skin looked sallow and taut. Her hair a little more brittle than he was used to seeing. And her face looked thinner. Her body too. Had she not been eating?

 Lip trembling, Inuyasha tried to give her a reassuring smile as he realized he was, in fact, being a dick about the whole 'is this real' situation. Sure, Sesshomaru could’ve explained his reasons but there was a snowball’s chance in hell that would ever happen. No, instead he’d just stood barely in range just staring at him with his hand on his sword like a serial killer. No words. No real reaction. And, at first, his only thought had been ‘well that was weird’ followed shortly by ‘I need to find Kagome.’ It wasn’t until he actually found Kagome that the reality of the situation hit him and the rest was history. Not once though had it actually occurred to him that Kagome suffered way worse than he ever did. Probably because he was the most selfish being to ever have existed. Even now, he wanted to say screw you to his friends, his obligations, and the world in favor of just staying here where he felt safe and loved. He didn’t want to wait to start his own happy ending. He didn’t want to risk not getting one at all. All he wanted was to jump start his life and as that thought crossed his head, he completely understood why Kagome had been a little handsy.

 She had those same fears and desires. She wanted nothing more than to spend every second of every day by his side and never let him slip through her fingers again.

 Reluctantly releasing the small bean bag, one hand reached up to gently brush against her cheek.

 “Hey. Listen. I’m sorry about last night and…and every moment after,” he tried to apologize and she gave him an all too understanding smile, “S’not an excuse…”

 “Inuyasha nothing you could ever do will make me stop loving you. Of course I forgive you,” she soothed and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Lowering his hand back onto the heaven sent warmth, he kneaded the bag a few times before mumbling an awkward ‘thanks’. A reply that made him subtly cringe and want to sink into the mattress. Why did he have to be so bad at words and talking? How the hell did he ever convince her to love him? Looking back, it was a miracle he hadn’t insulted her to death. He needed to do better. Take better care of her. That was the only thing he had to offer her after all. Protection and love.

 The only thing he had to offer.

 If they did get married one day, how was he going to provide for her? No one was going to hire him without someone more reputable by his side and…and if they did have babies, which he realized he very much wanted, she couldn’t come with him. Miroku was an option but without his wind tunnel, assuming they defeated Naraku, he’d be pretty much useless. Where they’d live wasn’t really an issue. The village would let them shack up there. Maybe they’d…they’d hire him as the village protector? But then the only reason anyone ever attacked that village was because of the jewel so…so would they even need a set protector? They already had Kaede…

 Heart crumpling up and dying, Inuyasha’s lip continued trembling as he realized probably the best thing to do for her was not be with her at all. Except he was too selfish to let her go. He was going to ruin her life. While he could survive on mud and sticks or sleeping in the open, Kagome sure as hell couldn’t.

 But neither of them would survive without each other so what was he supposed to do? It was too late. The beginning of the end and there was nothing he could do – short of breaking her which he refused to do – to put a stop to it.

 And more disgustingly still, he suddenly had the overwhelming and crippling need to be held. Normally when this happened, he could ignore it but right now, he still didn’t feel like himself. In all his time on this earth, he’d never felt so lost or afraid or…or just downright weird.

 “Can you lay down with me? Just for a minute. Not…not lay lay with me, ya know, not…not that. Just…you know, can you hold me or…or I mean, you know just, um, cuddle?” he asked in the world’s most awkward fashion - the words feeling foreign and wrong on his tongue, “Before you go?”

Kagome blinked at him which made him feel infinitely worse. Technically, it’d only been one day but it might as well have been a lifetime. Even if he tried, which he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t know how to go back to the reserved, bitter person he’d been. Something broke – or healed – and…and…

Ugh, he couldn’t even say what happened to him because he sure as shit died. It had to be getting brought back changed your personality. Had to be. Kikyo turned into a bitch who wanted to destroy the world and he turned into a total soft hearted weakling who literally begged for physical tokens of affection. Yet another reason they should never go back to the feudal era but alas…

“I’d love to,” she finally replied as she crawled into the bed next to him and draped her arm across his stomach, “I’ll hold you whenever you want.”

Tipping his head so his cheek rested on her temple, Inuyasha closed his eyes and let her scent slow the chaos going through his mind. Moment by moment, his mind went through the events that had molded him into the person he had been and who he now felt like he was. Brushing up against every painful moment that taught him how to survive. Punching through the moments that had nearly broken him. Navigating the familiar faces that had shaped him. The ones whose images caused him pain. Ones that had caused him pain. The ones he had loved and the ones he had lost.

And, of course, the one who loved him the most.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, Inuyasha smiled softly as a tear slid down his cheek unnoticed. There was no point worrying about what was to come or what was happening to him. He’d already died once and come out the other side. There wasn’t a single god damn thing the world could do to him that hadn’t already been done. This was going to be a good life. A happy life.

All he had to do was not fuck it up and everything would be fine.

“I love you,” Inuyasha mumbled then before humming when Kagome pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder and whispered the sentiment right back.

Continued

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“Can I tell you a secret?”

cw: body insecurity, explicit talk about scars

Remus Lupin hated his scars. He had scars from when as a young child he would scrape his knee from falling off a bicycle, he had scars from mosquito bites he scratched until they bled, he had scars from the fights he had been in, and he hated them all. He hated every scar that littered his body, but especially the ones that appeared on his body after full moons.

The scars from the wolf always brought a specific pain to his chest like no others whenever he saw them. It didn’t matter how long it had been since he received them, they pained his chest all the same whenever he saw them. They were permanent reminders of the worst nights of his life, the nights he was forced to relive each month since the time he was bitten as a child. The scars from the wolf were deep and jagged, and since they were magic inflicted wounds, they’d never heal properly—forever sticking out against his body.

He hated his scars and had spent the better half of the night silently crying about them. He wasn’t certain why this night was different than all the others, but it was. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he walked to the bed and it must have triggered something, for the tears hadn’t stopped streaming down his cheeks. Remus tried his best to keep himself quiet, he didn’t want any of his friends to wake on his account, but especially not the one at his side.

See, the boy with the long black hair and grey eyes at his side was inherently a light sleeper, he had been since they had met. The slightest movement in the mattress would cause Sirius to stir and his eyes to open. It didn’t matter if it was Remus readjusting himself in the bed as he slept or if it was Remus having a restless night’s sleep, Sirius woke every time.

And so Remus tried his best to hold back the tears, push down the sobs, but he could only do it for so long. After a few hours of silently crying, Remus took a shaky breath and a sob escaped. He tried to cover it with his hand and hold his breath, but when the body at his side started to turn just moments later, Remus’ heart sank; He was too late.

He harshly shut his eyes, hoping with ever fiber in his being that the boy at his side wouldn’t notice and assume Remus was asleep. He sucked in all the air he could and waited for the moment to pass. He felt Sirius flip around and lay across Remus, but the moment his head hovered above Remus’ chest, Sirius’ head shot up at once.

“Moons, are you awake?” he hissed, then immediately sucked his teeth. Remus knew his boyfriend all too well, he was definitely shaking his head as he brought his left hand through his hair. “Don’t answer that, I know you are.”

“Why’d you ask if you knew the answer?” Remus quipped, but he knew his voice shaky and it was only a matter of time before Sirius caught on.

“Because I wasn’t think—Have you been crying?”

“Sirius—”

“Remus, answer the question.”

Remus gulped as he slowly opened his eyes to find Sirius sitting up and staring down at Remus with widened eyes as he quickly pulled his hair back. Even in the dead silence of the room, Remus barely managed to hear Sirius mutter ‘fuck’, whether in regards to his hair tie breaking or about the situation, Remus could only wonder. With his heart pounding in his chest, Remus quickly pulled the hair tie he always had for this exact occasion from his own wrist and held it out for Sirius to take. When their hands barely brushed against each other, the other gasped and immediately fell back to the bed, his outrageous bed head clearly forgotten.

“Love, why didn’t you tell me?” Sirius whispered as he pulled Remus into his arms. Though Sirius was quite a bit smaller than Remus and it was definitely a sight to see Remus curl himself into his partner’s chest, the action always brought a sense of ease over him. With his head nuzzled in the crook of Sirius’ neck and his arms tightly around the smaller boy’s frame, Remus let out a loud sob.

He cried into Sirius’ arms for what felt like hours, their arms tightly wrapped around each other and in moments like these, Remus could never tell who was holding on harder, who needed this more. And as he slowly calmed with each gentle touch from his partner, Remus just knew that this time it was him who needed it more. When the loud cries dwindled down to shaky breaths, he felt the smallest kiss being planted on his forehead.

“I hate them.” Remus whispered after a while. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the steady heartbeat beneath his ear, hoping his own would eventually match it. He gulped before continuing, knowing exactly what Sirius was going to say when he heard the next two words fall from Remus’ mouth. “The scars.”

Instead of the outburst he had been expecting, Remus was met with the arms somehow tightening even more around him and lips softly pressed to his body, trailing from his forehead down to his neck. He sighed as Sirius softly kissed his exposed skin, it was far better than the argument Remus had been anticipating. Just as Remus’ body stopped shaking, Sirius pulled away.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Sirius whispered, his fingers gently grazing Remus’ back. Too exhausted to speak, the latter merely nodded, which seemed to be enough. “I’d love you whether you have scars or not, just like I’d love you if you were tall or short, or big or small. Yes the scars make you, you—Remus John Lupin who I love with my entire heart—but darling, these scars don’t define you, alright? I know what they remind you of and I know that the wolf will always be a part of you, but I love you regardless.”

Remus gently pulled himself away to see his lover’s face. Tears were filling both of their eyes, but it didn’t matter—he could still make out the soft smile that had formed on Sirius’ face through the blurriness of the tears.

“Really? You really mean that?”

“Of course I do,” Sirius breathed, gently taking one of Remus’ hands and gently kissing it before intertwining their fingers. “Y’know, someone incredibly wise and hot,” Sirius winked, tears escaping, as Remus rolled his eyes before wiping the tears away from both of their faces, “once told me ‘I’ll love you from when we’re young and full of life to when we’re old and frail, but especially everything in between’ and not a day has gone by where I haven’t looked at you and thought the same exact thing, my love.”

Remus felt a blush form on his cheeks, but he didn’t care. He leaned in and their lips softly met as though Sirius put every ounce of love that coursed his veins into the kiss. When they eventually pulled away, Sirius let go of Remus’ hand to slowly card Remus’ soft hair with his long fingers. Whether being in his partner’s arms, listening to the steady heartbeat that always calmed him, being exhausted from the hours filled with tears, or a combination of all three, Remus’ eyes finally started to droop. Though his opinion about his scars didn’t magically change, falling asleep to the gentle words of affirmation and love protected him from his thoughts for the rest of the night.

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[tipsydipsydo]

Touched [M]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Fluff; Smut

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff; Full Body Massage; Petnames; Praising; Body-Worshipping; Nipple Play; Fingering; Mentions of pubic Hair; kinda tantric orgasm (?); Yoongi is awfully sweet and adorable! 🤧💕

A/N: I wrote this here for my sweet Darling Sibi @borathae​ who had an incredible awful week and I just thought about how to make a little bit up for this shitty week. I love you and I hope you like it, Baby~ 🙈💖

Summary: This week was just so awful and shitty, every muscle in your body hurts and you're absolutely exhausted from this horror week. But Yoongi has an Idea to relax you and make you feel so loved in a way, that couldn't make thousands of compliments.

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"Just relax. And if you don't want something, please just tell me.", Yoongi whispers in your ear as he lays you down on your stomach on the big king size bed. You just nod exhausted and worn out, really don’t want anything more than relaxation and rest.

This week had just been terrible and exhausting. You don't know why, but Mother Nature thought this week is a good week to let the temperatures reach 40°C. Exactly in the week where you no longer have lectures and therefore you have to work a 40 hours week in your side job. Not that it's bad, no. You work at a photographer and you study photography, so it couldn't be that bad... wrong. It is already shit if you have to renovate in blazing sun without shade a barn (for photo shootings etc). You are studying photography, not trained as a craftsman! Now you regret having applied with your craft skills.

Yoongi already said the last few days, you should finally quit and find a better part-time job, with a boss who also appreciates your photographic skills. But you need this Job, your Boss pays you well. Only you would like to do more often the things you have applied for and no other stupid work.

Especially when this man, who call you your boss, is sitting in his air-conditioned office and you had to work outside your ass off in this unbearable heat?!

But now this cruel week is finally over and you should not get upset even more with it. You’re finally at home, with Yoongi.

You close your eyes, inhale deeply the smell of the Ylang Ylang oil, which the Oil Burner on the windowsill lets spread throughout the room. A slight smile plays around your lips, Yoongi has remembered which kind of scents you like so much in the summer months. In your bedroom it’s pleasantly cool, the approaching night brings the first fresh breeze through the wide-open terrace door to you, caresses your naked skin tenderly. The sinking sun bathes the entire room in a soft red-orange tone.

It is incredibly comfortable to lie on the bed just in panties, between all the big soft pillows and blankets.

Your Boyfriend is up with something for you, something that is relaxing, sensual, tender. You admit, these last few weeks, you couldn't really be there for each other. Too much work, too many other things had just taken too much time. And the fact that he also spoils you now, only made your guilty conscience towards him grow even more. 

The mattress sinks down a little, you felt him shift his weight and sit in front of your head.

He seems to rub oil or something else between his hands before bending over and stroking with his warm and big hands over your shoulders to the swell of your butt cheeks. You sigh softly at this loving touch, enjoy this single touch already so much.

His hands glide again and again in full strokes with gentle pressure over your back and then begin to massage you gently. Your breaths get deeper, undreamt-of tension gradually eases and you enjoy every single caress from him.

Circling, he lets his fingertips wander over your back, scratching lovingly with his fingernails delicately over it, which gives you tingling goose bumps.

Every patch of skin is getting pampered by him and leaves pure relaxation and deep inner peace. You no longer think, you just feel and and

gratefully accept his tender touches and this deep calm as a sensual and confidential gift from him.

Finally, he straightens himself up again and goes to the height of your hip and kneels above you, but lets his hands lie on your lower all the time, thereby not interrupting this physical and mental contact with each other.

His hands exert completely different pressure on your body through this altered Position, which is a completely different experience.

Yoongi really always knows what is good for you, even if you have never said those things before. He likes to massage you, let all his love and appreciation flow into you through these touches.

Things he would never have gotten over his lips otherwise, so that you feel downright adored.

Yoongi had always been a quiet man who had a hard time getting feelings across his lips and yet he is so incredibly soulful that he constantly tries to express all his love differently. And it is precisely through these touches that he can convey it much better than with any words.

For what he feels for you and shows you through these gestures, there are simply no words.

You groan softly and muted as his lips touch your neck and shoulders. Every single feather-light kiss leaves an exciting tingling on your skin, which made your pleasurable sigh slightly tremble.

You gulp a little, a lustful feeling shoots through your nerves and bales in my stomach, which slowly pulls into your lower abdomen.

His tender kisses and nibbles on your skin excite you. It is not a hot and craving desire, it’s a permanent subliminal and sensual pleasure that goes through your entire body and reaches, occupies all nerves and fibers.

His body slides backwards, his hands wander over your butt. It was just a gentle stroke over it and yet it aroused you even more. He continues this loving, slow treatment on your legs, massages and kisses every conceivable place. Even the soles of your feet and toes were kneaded with calm pressure. Your body is completely relaxed and yet you feel pleasure. Lust that let you otherwise expectantly tense. It is new and exciting to experience it like this.

His fingers are back up on your thighs and each of your two butt cheeks is now nestled in his palms.

From your coming sigh your excitement can now be heard, which makes him hum contentedly. There was still the thin stuff of Panties between you, but that doesn't stop your excitement for more. Rather, you feel your nascent moisture between

your legs just even more. At some point, his hands glide once more over your entire back, over your arms and hands, which you have placed at a laterally bent angle next to your head.

"Please turn around, Darling.", he breathes into your ear. A little sluggishly and slowly you turn on your back and notice how some blush rises on your cheeks. Your Breasts are bare.  Even though Yoongi is your Boyfriend, it was often unusual for you to show yourself so naked, so vulnerable.

He spoils you now just as tenderly as it has done before with your back. Massages and rubs your scalp, temples and stroke all over your body in long strokes.

Every now and then a fresh breeze pulls over your body, brings the Lust in your blood more into action and makes your nipples hard. You you’re feeling warm, even quite hot. Yoongi feels your Lust now downright, nevertheless he spoils you slowly further, which became a sensual tormenting. He bypasses your erogenous zones, cancels them until the end of the extensive Massage.

Kissing every accessible spot of my skin and you feel as valued as you haven’t felt for a long time. You are tough and don’t get overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted easily, you want to show that you, as a woman, can be strong and independent. But you are also just a normal person, you struggles sometimes too, you also need from time to time a shoulder to lean on.

Yoongi gives you exactly this shoulder to lean on. He is solid as a rock and catches you when you fall. You are not alone in this cruel world. Yoongi is with you.

A light sweat film lies on your skin and you bite down on your lower lip softly, trying to hide your moaning away. Your breath is still deep, but it trembles a little with excitement and arousal.

Every Pore begins to tingle longingly, all over your body, from the hairline to your toes. From your feet, his hands glide in a fluid motion across your shins and the insides of your thighs. Caressing strokes, no more than a breath of wind over your Vulva.

You sigh tremblingly, automatically open your thighs a little more and your fingers run through your hair, which is spread like a fan around your head.

His touches give you immense trust in him. You present to him your soul. Your wishes, dreams, ideas, but also your fears and insecurities. He accepts you, he accepts you the way you are.

Touch you almost reverently, as if you were something so precious that is not worthy his touch. This realization of being valued and on an equal level with him, with him as a man, almost brings tears to your eyes. He shows you the respect that every woman would have deserved.

His fingertips dances across your Vulva up to your stomach and draw blurred lines that find themselves somewhere invisible.

They keep sliding back up and finally, they find your breasts. Finally. You wanted to be touched by Yoongi there so badly.

His fingertips drawing a spiral that circles ever tighter and ultimately reaches your nipples.

Carefully he caresses them and gently breathes his hot breath on them. Your body trembles.

Your folds were swollen and wet with Lust. This sensual game arouses you completely. How badly would you be touched there by him, caressed... Suddenly, his warm lips closes around your right nipple and caress it with light sucking, touching it with the tip of his tongue.

Your body is completely relaxed and yet it seems to you that everything in you is contracting with longing for him.

He plays the same game on your other nipple and you put your head in the back of your neck with your eyes closed. You whole body is so hot... A soft lustful moan escapes your open lips.

"You are so beautiful... you’ll ever be.", Yoongi whispered softly. His voice is also shaky and... there is a certain awe in his deep harsh voice. Another gasp comes out of your throat, his deep voice makes your hot, aroused body tingling. Makes my body pulsate. His lips touch your chin and kiss a trail down between your breasts across your stomach to your hot center.

Just before your Panties he stops and hooks his thumbs under the waistband on each side. Slowly he takes off the last piece of clothing before he lies next to you in a sideway position and lets his one Hand slip between your thighs.

You gasp for air and open your thighs a little more. His fingertips glide through the soft curls of your pubic hair, tugging gently on it to make you mewl. Moving lower to your folds before dipping with two of his fingers between them.

Gently he caresses them, playing gently with your entrance, while you quietly gasp out my Lust. Yoongi kisses your shoulder and your neck, in the Moment he finds your Clit that finally wanted to be found.

Your hip bucks up, you just bring out a strangled moan. You trust him so much, want to be able to open yourself completely up to him and let yourself fall, in the conscience of being caught by him again. He feels this intimate emotion in you, this desire to be completely his.

He whispers barely audible words into your ear, tells you what he loves about you and puts  after each compliment a kiss under it. His fingers rubs over your pearl, carefully and sensually. Taking his time for you.

Again and again, two of his fingers sinks deep into you, then he stimulates all over again only your clit. A long, lustful game begins.

Your pelvis rises towards him, you reward his actions with soft, breathless moans and the search of your lips for his own. Your thighs fall apart to the side, open your folds open even more up for him and the idea that it sees you so open, bare and so vulnerable turns you incredibly on.

It’s the last time when his fingertips circles around your pearl, until you tremble and cramp with the fulfillment of your Lust. Feelings and emotions rain down on you, which could never have been properly described with words. Only your facial expressions can show approximately what fulfilled pleasure you are feeling right now.

Tenderly Yoongi kisses you and wispers a breathy "I love you" into your ear, before you look into his dark brown eyes and find nothing but love, honor and respect, which applies only to you alone.

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