#valentines2023 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

obriengf · 1 year

Text

One, and Only || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Stiles makes it his mission to show you that you’re loved. Words: 2.2k Warnings: angst? reader insecurities, ends with hella cuteness Notes: honestly the first thing that came to mind was “FOUR FOR YOU, GLEN COCO”

𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You didn’t think anyone would notice; but he did.

It wasn’t hard when the smile that he was so infatuated with had faltered, and the eyes that had effortlessly become his favourite colour had lost their vibrancy with haste. He saw the way you would sink back as one of Beacon High’s students barged into classrooms with faltering feathered wings that left behind fuzzy trails, and a trolley of assorted gifts ready to capture the hearts of your luckiest fellow peers. It was simply as if you would burn if gotten too close to the red heart decorations that served as a constant reminder that Valentines Day was within arms reach.

You were a different person during this time of year, and Stiles Stilinski couldn’t understand why your light dimmed so easily from some silly holiday that was more of a passing phase.

With his shoulder leaning so nonchalantly against the cool metal of his locker, Stiles Stilinski crossed his arms, whisky gaze stuck on your figure down the hall. You were walking toward your own locker as he waited for his plan to take heed - witnessing your bypassing and cringing of some Sophomore’s poorly written ballad to his boyfriend. He didn’t know just how strongly it all weighed on your mind, but he could sense it, and it made his chest ache with pitiful sorrow.

Valentines wasn’t something that you wanted to dislike so much, but it was difficult when you couldn’t help but consider the worst. You were never given the chance to celebrate such occasion for bringing people together, never shown just how gratifying sharing your heart could be - the thoughts were strong and they were screaming at the top of their lungs that maybe you just weren’t desirable enough. Maybe you weren’t as attractive as the people that surround you, or as interesting to make company with. Maybe your passions were overbearing and your voice had rung too loud. Maybe you were bound with too much energy and the world just wanted to settle down. Maybe, you were destined to be alone, and that was okay. Until you decided that maybe you didn’t want it to be okay.

You bit your lip as you turned you back to the commotion; the pain was a reminder to not fall victim to such fantasy. You could dream and you could wish, but reality was harsh and it never ceased to show you that maybe you just weren’t cut out for being someone’s love. At least not now. Even though you craved the attention and utterly yearned for reminders that you were somebody else’s idea of complete endearment.

So, you took a deep breath and chose to wear a mask of indifference. Pretending that your chest didn’t pang with hurt and that you weren’t finding it hard to breathe. You continued to filter through the halls and try not to watch those who were lucky enough to experience the beautiful uneasiness of butterflies that you so secretly craved. It will be over soon, you reminded yourself with utter consistence.

That was, until your locker was in view, and something looked quite evidently different.

The shade of red that you saw was dreamlike - so delicate and velvety, as if one touch and it’s gentle tone would fall a part in your hold. It was beautiful as it sat against the harshness of the grey metal door - like a poetic metaphor that somebody has surely penned by now - with a thick green stem placed through the slotted vent. A single rose was not what you expected, but it made you smile, wide, and even more so as you picked up the small folded place card that was taped up beside it. Your name was scribbled in messy cursive, and you couldn’t hold back the exhaled giggle that had sat with anticipation.

Stiles had straightened his posture now as he watched you with bated breath. The moment you shone a smile, his heart soared and began to thump against the caging of his chest with the utmost adoration - he had given you happiness, and it was the best feeling in the world.

“What does it say?” A voice sounded beside him, prompting the boy to break his focus. He turned to face Scott and a knowing smirk. Stiles hummed, proving that he didn’t hear a word of what his friend had asked, too lost in his thoughts, and it made the other boy chuckle, “The note? What did you write?”

Stiles’ tone was quiet as he veered his eyeline back to your blushing cheeks and that damn sparkle in your eyes that he didn’t realise he missed, “That they have a beautiful smile.”

“Such the romantic.” Scott teased, swiftly managing to dodge the propelling whack that Stiles aimed toward his chest. Not that Stiles really minded the playful jab from his best friend; he would do anything to see the light that made you shine, the glow that he admired so much. It’s what usually comes with a silly high school crush, afterall.

You felt honoured to receive something so sweet, even though your mind did briefly wonder to the notion that your peers sought out an amusing outlet by playing a prank on you. It was hard to understand why someone would leave such a pretty flower for such a self-perceived plain you, with a smile that you hardly found of any beauty.

Your worries, however, were torn down as you entered your economics class and were met by a stunning crown of petals as another singular red rose was placed upon your desk. The cursive handwriting was the same and the messiness made you chuckle as you opened the new card, eyes widening and lips parting softly at the sentiment inside -

I think you’re beautiful, as well.

You were too engrossed to notice how you were being observed, the sun catching two baby brown eyes as they flittered over your form and took such pride from the happiness you found. A lazy smile curled at his lips, chin perched comfortably in his propped up hand as you began to blush, bashful at the possibility that someone noticed you let alone thought so kindly of you.

Coach Finstock’s voice broke you from your running mind, returning you to a reality crowded within a fourth period classroom and something about opening your textbook to chapter eleven. You took contentment as you laid the rose down gently along the edge of your desk, your fingertip so elegantly running over the soft petals throughout the entire hour.

By the time the last bell of the day had rung, you were entering the school parking lot with five roses cradled within your arm, held close to your chest as you strived to protect them. Your day had continued to be full of surprises as you were approached during study break in the Library, a delivery by the resident Valentines gift-giver and his still shedding wings, as another rose was presented to you. Soon to be followed by two more that fell out of your locker as you were changing over your books - and for a second, you wondered how the perpetrator got in there in the first place - but it dissipated quickly as you grew warm from your new gifts.

Your footsteps halted over the tarmac, jaw dropping slightly before you managed a whisper under your breath, “This can’t be real.” Not that you should be so astonished by now, it really isn’t nothing new, but the more you consider what today has brought then the more you start to fall back into the fantasy of someone someday loving you. Your windscreen wiper held down another rose, and another note. You mentally planned to pin these short yet heartwarming forms of literature on the wall of your bedroom later this evening, so that you can look over them everyday, and remind yourself that there is hope. Your hand was slightly trembling, a concoction of anxiety and excitement begging to take control, as you reached for the card and flicked it open.

Just seeing the way these roses have made you happy, has made my day.. week.. year... decade? You deserve every single one and more.

It was a hasty move as you brought your thumb up to wipe the tear that fell through your lashes, an expression of gratitude and a growing heart. You had never faced such kindness, such willingness to see you happy, such displays of affection that really tugged at the thumping muscle in your chest. You didn’t have a clue on who would be leaving these for you to find - and a part of you was okay if you never found out. Just knowing that they are out there, that they can truly see you, was more than enough. .

Fingers tapped with incoordination against the battered steering wheel. They would often flex toward the door handle, but slip back at the last minute, nervousness brewing with every second passing. Your front door was in view, and your car was in the driveway, so you hadn’t left for school yet. That’s good, that means he still has time. He can finish off his plan. He just need to get out of the damn Jeep first.

Stiles eventually sighed loudly before rubbing his hands together, an attempt to pump himself full of encouragement. It was now or never as he forced himself to slip from the vehicle, one occupied hand immediately held behind his back. Every step was forcing his heart to beat louder, the sound of blood rushing was now echoing in his ears. He started to contemplate whether you would be disappointed to see him - the easily excited ADD kid that talks too loud wherever he goes. On the other hand, he isn’t as bad as he used to be, Stiles thought as his lips pursed and head tilted to the side, brows raising. But your disapproval was still a possibility and it provoked his stomach to churn.

He bit his lip, head shaking, as soon as he reached your door. Your voice was muffled beyond the white wood as it was projected from somewhere further inside. Stiles’ leg bounced. After a few hushed words of motivation, his knuckles sounded a knock, instinctively taking a step back as the door was approached from the other side.

You both were speechless.

Stiles thought that you were even prettier up close. Especially with your wide eyes and soft lips that were lifting into a confused smile. It baffled him why you hadn’t been snatched up by someone already.

And you were ever surprised to see the Stiles Stilinski standing at your door, with such an adorable dumbfounded expression. You were so captivated by his brown bambi eyes that you didn’t even hear yourself say his name, until he broke from whatever captivation he held, his throat instantly clearing.

“Hmph, yeah, right... hey Y/N...” He started, voice chuckling with shy nervous energy as he began to smile. He didn’t continue until you smiled back, your grin accompanied by a warm peachy hue that pinched at your cheeks instantly. “I-I... I wanted to give you these, it’s the rest of the bouquet... so you have a dozen. The perfect bouquet of roses.” The hand behind his back had fallen into view, another six deep red stems of roses making you gasp lightly.

You took them from his hold, your fingers brushing momentarily and you swore that the skin contact alone sent hundreds of goosebumps up your arm.

Stiles cleared his throat, his voice quiet and raspy, “They say that a dozen roses mean something... that it’s like a way of asking someone to be yours.” Your head fell into a nod, your gaze absolutely fixated on the gorgeous nervous boy in front of you.

You smiled wider, “And what is it your way of saying?”

“That I like you. A lot, actually.” He was quick to answer as his arm was thrown behind his head, scratching at his neck. He chuckled again and the sound made your heart soar. “And Happy Valentines Day. You deserve one, and you deserve plenty more. I just... I hope that this is the first of many great ones for you.”

You willed yourself to hold back tears - the last thing you want is to cry in front of the weird cute boy that has made you feel absolutely amazing.

With a tentative step forward, you leaned up on the tips of your toes, a chaste yet meaningful kiss pressed over Stiles’ speckled cheek. You hummed, “Thank you, Stiles. You have no idea what all of this means to me. How can I make it up to you?”

“Let me drive you to school, and we can start from there?” You could hear the hopefulness in his tone and how his gaze grew in anticipation. You nodded, teeth sunken into your bottom lip, and that sparkle finally returning to your eyes.

You never would have guessed that your first Valentines Day would be the start of what would be the best years of your life.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fic #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski imagine #teen wolf x reader #valentines2023 #teen wolf fic #teen wolf imagine

1K notes · View notes

moonlightcrusader · 1 year

Text

Forgot to post here but for Valentine’s Day ❤️ my fav part was drawing Mario playing with Peach’s hair 🥺❤️

#moonlightcrusader #mareach #mario mario #princess peach #nintendo #mareach fanfiction #valentines2023

516 notes · View notes

inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

Text

Deserve It || valentine's day piece #1

pairing: scotty ✘ black!reader

summary: valentines day is scotty's valentine holiday. why? because she gets to shower you with love in every way she believes you deserve.

word court: 3.3k

contains: smut with literally no plot (18+), praise!kink, strap!scotty, softdom!scotty, bottom!reader, fingering, oral (reader receiving because scotty is a munch!), smidge of fluff, scotty has a pain kink?

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @n7cje @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @mocha-aya @uhwhatsay @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriri4life @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @xoxo-dede @percsane @generallysapphic @mbakuetshurisprincess @quintessencewrites @adeola-the-explorer @dejaonline @bubshri @zayswriting @la-reine-insane @shurisjournal @shurismainbxtch @playhousedistee @cafehyunji @bigbigbigfan

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: happy valentine's day my people! this was fun to write. i always enjoy writing for my baby scotty i love her bad. i enjoyed writing her from this perspective because what if scotty is lowkey a dom, i wouldn't put it past her. idk personally i think this is very tame compared to other things i've written lol. also it's canon that scotty loves valentines day because like... it's scotty. enjoy <333

“Scotty, baby, if I eat another piece of chocolate I'm gonna throw up.” Your girlfriend had made a task for herself: Pamper and please you for the duration of the day. Scotty adored Valentine’s Day for this reason alone. Ensuring that you were surrounded by love was her favorite activity and number one priority. It was a year-round occurrence of course, but on the fourteenth of February, she soared to new heights with the ways she chose to express her love for you.

Pink and red balloons floated in every corner of your apartment, each with a cheesy line imprinted on them.

Cupid called. He says that he needs my heart back.

I bought you a dictionary for V-Day because, you know, you add meaning to my life.

This Valentine’s Day, let’s make like fabric softener and Snuggle.

Scotty hung love hearts from the ceiling, ones you were certain she cut out herself. Rose petals dusted the floor and you’d received seven bouquets of flowers that morning alone, on top of the plethora of gifts, the cards, the sweets.

Any other day in the year, it would be possible to have her tone it down, but on Valentine’s Day, Scotty’s love and affection knew no bounds. And luckily for her, you were quite fond of her attention. You loved when all of her focus was on you, even if she teetered on the edge of overdoing it.

You heard her grumble, but she granted your request, dropping the delectable candy back into the heart-shaped box. She wouldn't complain, not out loud, and not if she thought her actions could make you sick. A silent victory for you and your stuffed stomach. You laid back against the couch finally, allowing your girlfriend to settle comfortably into you.

Scotty rested her head against your abdomen, arms wrapping around your waist from her position between your thighs. Her nimble digits stalked your clothed skin, creating a seamless transition from gentle graze to demanding massage. There was a moan, a low one, it expanded inside you with a plan to free itself. And it was the reaction she sought after, her intention made known when she smiled against you.

“Scotty.” Your voice a warning, one she did not heed.

Her giggle reverberated through you and she turned her head toward the TV, “I didn't do anything.”

“Yeah, but I know what you want to do.”

“If you know, then why can't I do it?” She quipped and her hand trekked closer to your center. Her lips were wet and wanting with each kiss she planted on your tummy. Familiarity from the sensation relaxed you, urging her to continue. Circles, cautious ones, were being rubbed into your clit above your leggings. You leaked through the fabric at the contact, dampening your crotch and her working fingers.

A whimper flew from your throat, one Scotty read as a plea. “Do you like this?”

“Yes.” It was a huff, the word itself buried beneath your breath. She kept going, pushing onto her knees between you. Lips traveled your upper body, famished, searching for yours and their ability to satisfy hunger. You pulled her face in, breathing hot air into her mouth as your tongues danced. Scotty rubbed your pussy through thin tights still, and a faint squish was now becoming audible at your core.

You pulled her closer, kissing her harder, rougher. Your hips rolled into her touch and she could tell you were in need of direct contact. Her lips met your exposed neck, trailing open-mouth kisses along it. Breathing her in was second nature. Three distinct scents intermingled on her person: Her oaky cologne, the one you’d bought for her. The last two, sweat and unyielding lust paired perfectly with the prominent aroma.

You loved them all, inhaling her as she slipped her hand beneath your waistband. “I love that you never wear underwear.”

Scotty's remark pulled a light giggle out of you, one that quickly morphed into a hard moan when she sunk two fingers inside your awaiting hole. She pumped in and out at the most excruciatingly slow pace known to man, taking time to bask in your wetness, to brush your walls with the pads of her fingertips. Her strides elongated, digits slick as they moved within your tight cunt.

This was Scotty's way. She took her time with you, always. The flat of her palm nudged your growing clit with each thrust. Her digits spread inside you, stretching you and making you crave more.

“Fuck…” She exhaled, letting her tongue lap your neck and her teeth sink into the flesh there. Scotty was fond of marking you; it drove her crazy, the idea that she could nip at your skin so tenderly, that she could suck your bobbing throat and leave bruises behind. Deep purple, eye-catching, and uniquely crafted by her mouth and no one else's. You were hers. “You're really wet, baby.”

All you could manage was a groan as you rocked your hips into her teasing fingers. Her speed slowed and Scotty had pushed off you.

“Lift your hips for me.” Raspy. Low. That's how her voice came out, a dip you’d never heard from her before, but it did its part in turning you on. You did as she said, pushing off the indented couch so she could slide your bottoms down.

They were off in seconds and your girlfriend tossed them across your shared living room. Cool air struck your most delicate, making you gasp and shiver alike. Scotty enjoyed the sight laid out before her, you could tell. Half-lidded eyes scanned her form: She kneeled between you, knees digging into the sofa, keeping your own apart as she watched your slick leak from your pussy, onto the cushions. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips; she was drooling, feening from the mere idea of tasting you.

“Baby please touch me.” Your own words jerked your body and Scotty grinned. She allowed her thumb to push through your dampened folds, stopping at your clit, and began repeating her actions from moments ago. Gentle rubs, caring strokes. She wanted to make you wait for it, push you to beg for it, the darkened hue in her irises told you as much.

Scotty's hand rose to her lips, sucking, letting her thumb pacify her. It did nothing to stifle her moan though, your pussy was her favorite flavor, and she always made a point to let you know just how much she enjoyed it. Her eyes were locked on you the entire time she spent sucking her digit clean, tugging on your want. God, you wanted her.

You watched as she laid flat onto her stomach, she smacked your thigh harshly, and you giggled. Long legs spread wide, sloping over her shoulders as she began her descent. Scotty’s warm breath hit your center, mingling with your own expelling heated wetness.

“Oh fuck!” That tongue of hers, impatient as ever, eager as ever. It made a home in your hole instantly and you cried out, her name dripping seductively from your parted lips. Scotty was hungry for you, ravenous as she lapped you. A kiss, a soft one, planted directly on your throbbing clit caused you to buck into her face. Her lips wrapped around the bud soon after, sucking as if her life depended on it.

She slurped you skillfully, gripping firmly to your hips as your body writhed for her. Desperate pants climbed out from your lungs and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Scotty, Scotty, baby l-look at me.”

And she did. Her pretty brown eyes found yours and they took you in, watching you react to her lips around your clit and her tongue in your hole. Scotty took in what she was doing to you. She was in awe of how worked up she made you, how wet she made you. This happened frequently, it was as though she couldn't comprehend her hold on you. She evidently loved it, she loved owning you, but the very notion puzzled her.

Both of your eyes trained on each other as you watched her eat you out. The sensation was otherworldly, the whirling, the building. A heavy release was right around the corner. Scotty's tongue was powerful, and the moment she added fingers to the equation you lost it. You screamed, bliss clouding your vision, your wetness as loud as your moans.

Scotty saw all of this. She watched every emotion dance across your features with a prideful smile of her own. “That's it, that's it baby. Am I making you feel good?”

“Fuck Scotty, so good!” You held her head, eyes boring deep into hers. “I love you so much.”

She hummed against your cunt, fingers accelerating, beckoning your orgasm forth. “You going to come for me? Hmm? Come hard around my fingers baby girl?”

There was that tone again. It was deeper than before and almost enough to send you. Your wails filled the room the deeper her fingers drove and you matched every one of her thrusts.

You nodded, breaking your intense eye contact to shut your eyes tight. You were heaving, so consumed by pleasure and completely overwhelmed by lust.

“Uh uh, keep those eyes on me.” She slithered up your half-naked body, gripping your chin and lowering your eyes to hers. “There we go. I need to see those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

Her fingers were still buried inside you as she spoke and her lips hovered over yours. You needed her to kiss you, you were desperate for her tongue to be down your throat, but Scotty had other plans it seemed.

She did kiss you, but it was barely that. The action was closer to a peck, and it made you whine. Scotty laughed, completely aware of what she was doing.

“Scotty, I need more.” You breathed out against her mouth and she nodded.

“I know, I know. I'm gonna give you more.” Stormy eyes took in all of you, and for the first time in two years, they were unreadable.

She reached for your top, pulling it over your head and discarding it immediately. You were fully nude now and your girlfriend looked ready to devour every inch of you as you peered up at her.

Her eyes flicked to your pussy, where she pushed two fingers back into you, but it wasn't enough. Lips and teeth were on your bare breast, suckling you lovingly. She swirled her tongue around your nipple, leaving strings of spit behind before switching to the other.

Scotty added another finger and you gasped as she pumped you leisurely. You breathed in deep, matching her falling chest. Her eyes carried something, it was hard to decipher at first, but when she spoke, you smiled knowingly.

“I-I wanna do it, try it at least, if it's something that's gonna make you happy. I wanna make you happy.”

You bit your lip timidly, “Yeah? What do you wanna try Scotty?”

“You already know what I’m talking about, please don't make me say it.” Flustering her, even now when she'd been her most controlling, was still the easiest thing in the world.

“No, I need to hear it.”

She whined in protest, but you stood firm in your demand. “Tell me what you wanna do to me Scotty baby.”

“I want to–” She froze, locking the words away and you grinned wider.

“You want to…”

“I want to f-fuck you.”

You moaned, from her words alone, and she seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand again. “I wanna fuck you, wanna make you feel so good baby.”

“Shit Scotty, do whatever you want!” The thrusts of her fingers sped up, and you felt it, the etchings of your orgasm. It was right there, so close you envisioned tasting it. But it never came. Scotty had committed her first act of cruelty, the only one in all her life — she’d denied you your release.

Her fingers left your wet yearning hole and were stuffed into your mouth rather harshly, stopping your whines and shutting you up. “Not yet.”

This surge of dominance taking over her body soaked you even more. Usually, you were in the driver's seat. Even when you weren't, you were. It was how she preferred things, or so you thought. Questioning your roles in the bedroom never crossed your mind until now, and you felt some guilt from that if you were being honest.

Had this been something she'd wanted? To be more commanding during sex? Why hadn't she said anything? Why didn't you ask? Question after question stampeded your brain. Her lips were on your neck again and you hadn't noticed.

“Babe, you okay? If you don't want me to I–” Her eyes housed concern because of course they did, of course she noticed when you stiffened beneath her. It was Scotty, your Scotty. All she ever did was look after you. And you couldn't wrestle away the feeling climbing your throat, the feeling that you weren't providing the same comfort as she did, not in the same capacity anyway.

You cupped her cheek reassuringly, “Oh I definitely want you to. But I wanna be sure you want to.”

“I do.” And that was final. You granted her permission to retrieve your strap-on from the bedroom and she clapped giddily. Scotty kissed you hard before pushing off you and skipping off down the hall. You couldn't help but smile at her excitement.

When she returned, she held the harness and lube in one hand and the reasonably sized dildo in the other. “I think I’m gonna need some help putting this on, baby.”

Your laugh came out louder than intended and she blushed. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, come let me help you.”

You helped her undress while placing soft kisses along her sides. She giggled in that cute way you loved, alerting you that her insecurities had simmered and she was ready to put it on. You assisted her in securing the toy and adjusted the straps to her body.

Once you’d laid back down on the couch, Scotty’s frame hovered above you. Her nerves had returned because she hesitated. A kiss could fix all of that, she needed only be reminded how much you needed her, how much you trusted her. She smiled into it, letting her eyes fall shut and she exhaled.

“Don't be nervous babe. I trust you.” You reached your hand between both your bodies, gripping the lathered dildo, and positioned it at your entrance. “I'm ready for you.”

Scotty obliged, allowing you to guide her carefully at first. The feeling of her entering you was overwhelming, the stretch burning only slightly. She moved in gently, pushing the entire length of the strap inside your wanting hole.

“Oh god!” Your cry escaped you, jumping from your mouth to her ears. It was enough to set a fire inside her, one that blazed confidently. Her thrusts picked up and so did your breathing. Scotty gripped your hips, pressing into your sensitive impressionable skin with her thumbs as she fucked into you. Wet lips caught yours for a passion-filled kiss and you wrapped your legs around her back.

She rocked into you, splashing your wetness everywhere and the pressure built. You felt every inch of the toy, every divot as it grazed your wet walls.

Your pussy swallowed it, squishing louder with each buck of your girlfriend’s hips. “Is that good?”

She was panting, eyes locked on your face and the way only she made it contort from pleasure. “Fuck baby that's perfect! A little harder please!”

“No. I want you to feel everything I'm giving you.” She continued her languid jolts, slow and steady, and you wanted to cry.

The deeper she sunk, the higher you soared. You were a bird, majestic and lively, freed from captivity. Scotty’s lengthy strokes freed you, they were pulling you home, pulling you to where you belonged. You belonged with her, beneath her body, in her arms. She fucked you her way, in the way that was best for you and you accepted every bit of it, every inch of her.

“Mm fuck me baby!”

“You know why I'm doing this? Hmm?” Scotty nestled her face into your sweaty neck, biting the spot lightly. The action steadied her somehow, allowing her to dive the dildo in further. This angle was new, but held the same severity.

“Because you deserve it,” She pulled out, then pushed all the way back in without warning. “You're so good to me, so perfect for me, I need you to know that. Do you know that?”

You nodded, but Scotty wasn't satisfied. “Words babe, wanna hear it.”

You would never tire of that bass in her voice. You needed it there forever, you needed this domineering side of your sweet Scotty to exist forever. “I'm perfect for you, shit!”

“Yes, you are. My perfect girl!” Gradually, she sped up, fucking you hard, making you cry her name again and again. Every jerk of her hips drew your orgasm near and you latched on to that feeling, that incessant tug.

She pecked your chest before pulling your hard nipple between her lips. “This how you wanted it?”

“Just like that Scotty, fuck just like that!” The tears were rolling now, yours and hers. A salty kiss solidifying all of it, everything you felt for Scotty.

“Is my perfect girl gonna come for me?”

Fingernails burrowed into her shoulder blades, breaking skin with their ferocity. The stabbing pain caused her to wail, but there was enjoyment there in her eyes, pure arousal. She liked it. Scotty liked the pain. As if you needed yet another reason to find her sexy. “Yes! Make me come, please I need it!”

“That's it! Do it for me, come for me baby girl!”

One last shaky thrust knocked you out of reality and into a world where only the two of you existed. All you saw was her: her lips, her eyes, her smile. Your mind was clouded with images of Scotty, your Scotty. This orgasm, its intensity, was nothing similar to those in your past. It slithered through you, coating every nerve in your being. The shock of it made you numb to any other existing feeling. All you knew was this, all you wanted to know was the enveloping feeling of coming with Scotty deep inside you.

Your entire body twitched as she fucked you through it. It was all too much, but you were still left wanting more of her.

Scotty eased out of your used hole and watched it clench, immediately missing the feeling of being filled. You were shaking beneath her still and she kissed your waist to calm you.

“I know baby, I know.”

You tried for words, but none came and your vision had yet to return to normal. “I–”

“Shhh. It's okay. How about a massage? Does that sound nice?” You replied the only way you knew how, with an unsteady nod.

She leaned in, placing a kiss against your temple, then your lips. “I love you.”

“I–I love you too, Scotty. So much. Thank you.”

“Oh babe, you deserve this and more. You deserve everything.”

Her grin reached her eyes and you matched it. “Was it good? Did I… did you enjoy yourself?”

And just like that, your timid baby had returned, seeking your approval, needing you to put her mind at ease. “That was truly the best sex of my life Scotty, a very unforgettable Valentine’s Day.”

“Wait til you see what I have planned for tonight!” She smiled wide, then she was off, sprinting to the room to get her massage oils as promised.

•••

"Fuck Scotty! Baby I'm close!" Your head hit her shoulder as you bounced on the strap. You were on your fourth orgasm of the night, barely able to stay upright, but your girlfriend insisted you ride her.

Her forearm looped around your middle, existing as the only thing steadying you, and you were grateful for the hold. "Not yet, hold it!"

You were trying, god you were trying so hard, but restraint was something that slipped away from you. Especially with the way Scotty had been tossing you around all day. There was no rest for you and you were beginning to suspect she liked you this way.

She pushed into you just as you came down on her and you shrieked, unconsciously sinking your teeth into her shoulder.

"Ahh! Do that again!" The back of her head collided with the headboard as her free hand found your clit. That was the thing to drive it all home for you. Your fingernails dug deep into her back, teeth chomped hard on her shoulder, and you were unfurling with Scotty inside you, knocking against your g-spot.

A scream of her own was not far off, following yours closely, and she let you fall into the covers.

"Did you–" You grinned wide and her blush came quick.

Scotty nodded, "I did."

The idea of her coming untouched, coming from the simple act of fucking you was... it was a lot of things. The thought excited you though, maybe a little too much. This day had opened your mind to a slew of new things about your Scotty, and you were learning a lot about yourself as well.

You were beginning to understand why your girlfriend loved this day so much.

#vivienne scott #vivienne scott x reader #scotty x reader #lyricswriting #scotty x black!reader #valentines2023 #letitia wright fanfic #letitia wright #letitia wright x reader #vivienne scott x black!reader #scotty banana #letitia wright scotty #shuri x reader #scotty x black!fem!reader #vivienne scott x black!fem!reader

514 notes · View notes

wearerandomlyyours · 1 year

Text

Ice wasn't disappointed.

He knew who he was dating. Maverick had the attention span of a golden retriever on a good day, so expecting him to remember something as banal as Valentine's Day was just foolishness.

Still, it would have been nice. Ice had never really dated beyond what was necessary to cement the image of 'average red-blooded hetero male' the world required of him, and those relationships were always long over by the time an important holiday rolled around.

February 14th proceeded as averagely as any other day. He went to his office, did his paperwork, and tried to ignore the happy whispers as the various gifts made appearances over the course of the day. He had lunch with Slider, Mav, and Merlin, finished his work, went home and by himself dinner in his lonely apartment, and that was that.

~~~~~~~~~

February 15th however, started with a bang.

Literally.

His bedroom door slammed open, the little green-eyed asshole he was dating on the other side grinning brightly, a brand new leather jacket and helmet in his hands.

"Up and at'em, Kazansky!" He said cheerfully as Ice tried to control his racing heart, "We got a LOT of ground to cover!"

"What the FUCK Mitchell!?" Mav's smile got impossibly brighter.

"It's Saturday, we don't report until Monday, and there's nothing weird about two guys going and a weekend motorcycle trip. Buckle up, bitch, this is gonna be the most romantic weekend you've ever seen!" He pitched the jacket at Ice's head. "Suit up and let's get moving!"

Ice gaped as Maverick strutted out of his bedroom, clutching the jacket in disbelief, before giving up and just laughing. Getting out of bed and shaking it out he wasn't even surprised when a handful of rose petals fell from the lining.

Only Mav. And Ice wouldn't have him any other way.

#icemav #valentine #valentines2023 #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #pete is pete #ice is in love #but exhausted #assume valentines 1987 happened on a friday #yes i deliberately waited until the 15th to post this

532 notes · View notes

amie-bkdk · 1 year

Text

Valentine’s Day gifts can be… risky 👀

Katsuki is a risk-taker though 💪

#bkdk #bkdk fanart #ktdk #bakudeku #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku #decchan #mha fanart #my artwork #valentines2023

313 notes · View notes

indialadina · 1 year

Text

Luffy Sun goddess 🌞x Mad King Law 👑

Flustered King doesn't know what to do with his touchy Goddess.

My second Valentine's gift to you all!!!

#lawlu #lawlu fanfic #onepieceau #trafalgar d. water law #monkey d. luffy #law x luffy #luffy x law #gear 5 luffy #fem luffy #lulaw #valentinesgift #valentines2023 #ロール #doodles #i ship it #indialadina #kingGoddessAu #sun goddess #sun god nika

122 notes · View notes

odara · 1 year

Text

No ordinary love ❤️ 🌹

75 notes · View notes

violentdelightsproductions · 10 months

Text

Soldier Boy x Amanda - The Last Great American Dynasty

Let me tell you a story. The story of the Last Great American Dynasty. It's not the one you read about in history books. It starts with Soldier Boy falling in love. With Amanda Harper. Or maybe it ends there. History has a habit of repeating itself. It's also the story of Amanda Harper. The woman that ruined (changed) everything. It's a story of men with bad habits and women with madness. A truly American Love Story for the ages…

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!

#4th of july #soldier boy #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy fanfiction #soldier boy x amanda harper #the boys au #the boys #the boys amazon #amanda harper #escape room #escape room tournament of champions #Deborah Ann Woll #jensen ackles x deborah ann woll #valentines2023 #gifset #quantum leap #happy 4th of july

46 notes · View notes

squeakyninja · 1 year

Text

Happy Valentine's Day to all and a happy birthday to me!

... Yes, my birthday is 2/14

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanart #jack howl #savanaclaw #fairy gala #valentines day #valentines2023 #birthday

103 notes · View notes

lilis-doodle-dome · 1 year

Text

The idea that one can love others, only once one loves themself.

(Happy late Vday!)

85 notes · View notes

ultra-nohai · 1 year

Text

be mine.

#y2k #y2k aesthetic #valentines2023 #valentine

62 notes · View notes

0monkfruit0 · 1 year

Text

If he doesn't ask you to be his valentine with a themed outfit + boom box, is he really the one?

#art #bnha #mha #erasermic #present mic #hizashi yamada #aizawa shouta #digital art #maizawa #shouta aizawa #yamada hizashi #young erasermic #valentine #valentines2023

59 notes · View notes

inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

Text

Worth the Wait || valentine's day piece #2

pairing: stud!riri ✘ plussize!black!fem!reader

summary: riri visits you for valentines day

word count: 3.4k

contains: again, smut (18+) with literally no plot. stud!riri, strap!riri, oral (both receiving), praise (if you squint it's there i promise), spanking (riri loves big booty bitches), dom!riri, fingering, riri is a little mean, overstimulation

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: soon as the stud!riri conversation started i ran to my google docs and this was a result of that. my first time writing riri smut so be nice to me! riri williams you will never beat them stud allegations, sorry boo i know what you are. also I slipped in some of y'alls hc's for extra fun! anywhos this has no plot, not even a dash. enjoy <33

Tipsy giggles escaped you as you stumbled clumsily down the hotel hallway, peering over your shoulder occasionally to assure Riri still followed you. She did, but her strides were nowhere near as graceless as your own. They were calculated, measured; Riri trekked behind you with the utmost confidence.

She hummed a tune, smirking only slightly with eyes that hung low. That stare made you keenly aware that she was only allowing you to lead the race back to your suite, she allowed you to believe you had the upper hand. The musk of her cologne followed you closely though, dizzying you along with the wine in your system.

You held tight to your bouquet of scarlet roses, clinging to it for dear life. One slight movement and they would tumble to the floor, and you along with them. Your little jog picked up speed and you ignored the four times your ankle twisted, you were in a hurry, a hurry to get away from her. Ultimately, every step you took was in vain.

Riri had the room key, there was no getting in without her. You halted as this realization dawned on you and pouted when she approached. It was still there, that sly smirk. The smirk lingered on her kiss-swollen lips, hiding behind the faint stain of your red lipstick there as well.

She stood before you, studying your frame intently, no doubt making a mental list of all the places her lips would caress once you got inside. Riri leaned in, pressing her front to yours and you gasped shakily. Her cologne clogged your brain. The aroma was strong, and it was rich. It was the most seductive scent you’d ever inhaled.

And that’s what it was doing, right now; Riri’s cologne was seducing you all by its lonesome. She met your eye line and licked her lips. Containing your need for her grew more impossible the longer she stood there, ogling you in the way she did.

Someone moaned. And when she laughed you were ashamed, but not in the least bit surprised to learn it was you. “You’re crushing my roses.”

It was all you could muster and thankfully it was enough to get her exacting gaze off you, be it only briefly. Eyes, seemingly only aware of you and your flustered demeanor, panned quickly to the flowers in your hold, and you took the opportunity to exhale quietly.

She flicked her gaze back to you again, then down to your heaving chest. “Move.”

One word, she shot it at you as one would a bullet, and you stumbled. Crimson flowers threatened a fall, one you didn’t allow. You held your ground, ignoring her tone, ignoring how sexy she looked.

You didn’t care about her loose-fitting camo pants, or about that green jumper she wore along with them, no. Her navy blue puffer coat did not matter, neither did her skully, even if it looked hot as hell sitting atop her fresh braids. Those gold chains, no one cared about those. White air forces were played out anyway, right?

The dampness at your core sang a different song. Your pussy cared, she cared a lot. “You gotta move ma, I need to open the door. Unless you tryna have these people watch us. I ain’t know you was into that.”

You groaned and stepped out of her way. “I might really want you to fuck me right now, but you mad annoying you know that?”

“Yeah, I know.” She pushed the door open, gesturing for you to enter and you did. “But you still gon let me hit so who’s really winning?”

You rolled your eyes at her. Stepping further into the room you took notice of the way she decorated it: Petals on the floor and on the bed. Heart-shaped scented candles adorned every surface, unlit but their scent carried. On the bed sat two cute teddies holding fluffy hearts.

“Aww babe, you did all this?” You pulled her in, kissing her face and she giggled into all of it. “You’re so cute, the cutest!”

Riri loved when you babied her, it was truly her weakness, and you enjoyed doing it.

“I need you out of those clothes, and between my legs like right now. It’s been too long since I got some good head.” Her words excited you and you began to strip, watching as she did the same.

The longer you stared at her, the more you realized just how much you missed her, just how much you needed her. Needing Riri was an all-consuming feeling, your entire being craved her when she wasn’t near, and when she was, that need amplified beyond reason, it surpassed understanding. “Not my baby putting on the dewey getting all sexy for me.”

“Girl, you think I’m finna sweat my hair out dealing with you?” She tried stifling her giggle, pulling you close and connecting your lips, desire spilling out of her and into you.

You kissed her back just as hard, letting the lust-filled air wrap your bodies tightly together. Wanting lips, hungry lips latched onto her neck as you pushed her toward the bed, letting her fall directly into the white sheets. You straddled her, thick thighs on either side of her muscular frame. It was your turn to smirk now, you had her exactly where you wanted her, trapped beneath your ass and thighs. And it was where she was happiest.

“These are sexy as fuck, too bad Ima rip them off real soon.” Her fingers snaked under the thin material of your baby pink lingerie, grazing your lace-clad skin tenderly, and you shuddered.

You pecked her lips once, twice, three times, before sliding all the way down her body, stopping at the spot you know she needed you the most. Riri helped you slip her briefs down rather swiftly and you laughed at her readiness. “Somebody’s eager.”

Two fingers glided through her watery folds and she hissed. You avoided her clit at all costs, opting to tease her entrance instead. Your fingers would hover right at the edge, brushing deftly, but you would never sink them inside. Not fully. Riri needed to beg for it, you needed her to plead for you. Her moans picked up once she caught wind of your plan and she twitched. “Mami please, I need it.”

“What do you need baby?” You kissed the inside of her thighs before biting a little, she always loved that.

“Your mouth, your fingers, please. Please, fuck I need it!” The e’s in her spitting of the word ‘need’ dragged out, and you gladly granted her wish. Your wet tongue dipped into her pussy, she was dripping and you’d barely touched her. A satisfied smile stretched across your features at the thought. Riri was just as desperate for you as you were for her.

“You taste so good Ri.” Your words came out muffled, and the way she twitched told you they pushed burly waves of shock throughout her body. Her clit was in your mouth and you sucked sloppily, earning loud whines from your girlfriend. All the while two fingers stretched her, causing her to curse as she shot her back off the bed. “Relax baby, relax.”

You pumped her hole swiftly, splashing around in the wetness she oozed for you, enjoying her taste on your lips. Riri’s whimpers were your favorite song, you looped them in your mind, knowing she would only make those sounds for you. “You sound so fucking sexy for me, moaning and shit. Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes ma, fuck. I’m so close.” Her hips jerked, confirming her admission and you smiled.

Your pace increased and another finger found its way into her, this time yanking a cry from her lips. “This pretty pussy gonna come for me? Huh? You gon come Ri?’

Her nods were vigorous, her eyes were slammed shut as she arched upward. “So fucking wet. Yeah come for me.” You returned your lips to her sensitive bud, swirling your tongue around, granting her no ease. You wanted to make her melt for you, needed her to come undone around you.

“Shit, I’m coming!” Digits nudged her nerves and her muscles clamped around you, locking your hand in that position. You continued sucking her through her orgasm, spitting on her already-soaked pussy and lapping her up best you could. The way her clit jumped in your mouth should've been your cue to release her, but you refused. “Fuck mami, okay, okay! Shit, okay!”

Riri pushed your head away and you climbed her body to meet her lips. Her pants, so pretty, so sinful, made you smile smugly before you kissed her. The kiss was long and heated, allowing her to taste every drop of her sweet nectar on your mouth and she moaned into your throat. “Nasty ass. You like how you taste on me?”

She nodded shyly, allowing you to inhale her neck. That fucking cologne would be your end. Without so much as a warning, Riri flipped you, and you gasped. She towered over you, rising like a shadowy figure in the night and you gulped. “You ready for me?”

“Mhmm.” Your grin was wide and she kissed it away.

“You ain’t ready for me.”

•••

The hotel bed creaked obnoxiously loud from the force of Riri drilling you. Greedy hands on your waist pulled you back, hard, against her thick strap again and again. She stretched you wide, so wide little red hearts bounced around behind your eyelids. God, you missed her, missed this. Missed the way she fucked you senseless.

The sweet fragrance of roses slithered its way up your nose. Red petals glued to your face as she shoved you deeper into silk pillows, attempting to muffle your moans. The act proved to be useless when she hit your special spot. Riri was not one to enjoy failed attempts, but she relished in the idea of your screams coming from the sinister way she was blowing your back out.

“Fuck, you missed me?” Slick trickled down your legs, her thrusts creating a loud sloshing sound at your core. Riri wanted you to answer, the powerful way she bucked into your pussy made that abundantly clear. But words were lost on you, this she knew, which made her demand all the more menacing.

A babble emerged from your gut accompanied by a string of desperate whimpers, none of them coherent, none of them satisfactory for Riri either. Her right hand left your bruised hip, traveling under your center, and colliding with your dripping cunt. Her ringed middle finger found your swollen clit and swiftly began its assault. “I know you heard me mami, did you miss me?”

“Yes! Yes I m-missed you!” You gurgled up your response, but it seemed to please her. She placed a hot palm at the base of your spine, rocking into you with low grunts of her own. It wasn't hard to guess what she was doing, you didn't need to lift your head from the sheets to know. Your girlfriend was fond of watching herself work you. Riri enjoyed seeing her strap glide through your folds. She loved pushing in deep until the base hit your ass, witnessing your hole devour the toy before her eyes.

Your clench mesmerized her, and the emergence, that was her favorite part. It left her in awe every single time, the way your pussy would spit the dildo back out covered in all your creamy juices. And you were certain she was doing that now, allowing herself to be amazed by the way you performed for her as if she'd given you a choice in the matter.

“Shit, look at you baby.” She pulled out, slapping the strap against your sopping core, and kneaded your butt roughly. It made you wince, you were already so tired, it wouldn't be long before your legs gave out. “I know this pretty pussy missed me.”

You whined, allowing her to dig deeper into you. Salty tears were spilling from your sockets, dampening the pillows stuffed in your face and you could taste the flowers clinging to you. Wails made your mouth open wider; every sound you released was a cry for more. More of her touch, more of her stretch. More. More. More.

“M-missed you s’much!” Your head lifted only slightly to regard her before your teeth sunk into the tear-stained pillows once more. Riri knew you wouldn't last much longer, but she loved pushing you far, and you were certain that's where the night was headed.

“Yeah? You gon show me how much mami? Show me how much you missed me.” She let your hips go and you couldn't help your sigh of relief. Riri’s hold on your waist was firm, she was immensely strong for her size, and months apart had helped you forget just how strong. The pressure from her grip and the pressure from her thrusts were too immense when combined.

She pushed your back down, somehow managing to bury you deeper into the linens. Your arch was sharp, almost spine cracking as you began to throw your ass back for her. She let you take control, allowed you to slam against her abdomen over and over. This, the image of your flesh jiggling for her, was another one of her favorites.

“That's it mamas, go crazy on that dick for me, just like that. Shit.” A hard smack to your ass made you scream out and another one made you clench around her. You paused, needing a second to recuperate. “Keep going, I ain't tell you to stop.”

She spanked you again, this one harder, punishing. It didn't derail you though, and she cooed praises into your back. You continued rocking yourself up and down the shaft of the dildo, making your ass jump each time. Your thighs quivered and your knees felt like they were sinking, sinking deeper into the mattress as you fucked yourself on the length of her.

Another hard hit vibrated through you and your body spasmed, “Ahh!”

“What you screaming for pretty? You want me to do it again?” Riri did not wait for a response, and you hadn't expected her to, this was her normal. She smacked your ass again, this time squeezing before she let go. Your clench was involuntary, it grew stronger the closer you got to a release and the tingling in your toes let you know you weren't far off.

You bounced back on her again, this time sloppier as you screeched. “Fuck, baby I'm so close.”

“I know. Keep going.” Fingers found your clit again and you were sure the entire floor heard your cry. She pressed her front onto your sweaty back as she rubbed your bud harshly. Your eyes rolled and spit bubbled from your mouth, mixing with your warm tears. She did this to you every time. Long distance was hard, going to school in different states was hard, but the way she fucked you like a mad woman when reunited made it worth it. It was all worth it in the end.

You groaned, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in attempts to alleviate some intensity. You worked her still and Riri continued to electrify your body with spank after spank. “Baby I'm gonna come!”

“Not until I say so.” Riri pulled her hands from your sore pussy and you listened for the suck, her hum at the taste of you, and the soft pop from her slipping her fingers out her mouth. It made you smile some, every time without fail.

Those same hands were on your aching hips again, snatching, squeezing and you relinquished control of your body, surrendering your exasperated form over to her with ease. Her hips snapped into you with fierce precision, not caring about your screams or your whines. She was fucking you how she wanted and you would just have to take it. Her chains clinked, knocking into each other like the way she knocked into you. Your pussy clamped around her, firm and unrelenting in its ridgid hold and she chuckled darkly.

You were aware this made her task all the more tedious, the task of ramming into you at the speed she desired, but you were also privy to her enjoyment. “Fuck baby, you know I love when you do that shit.”

The tip of the strap crashed into your g-spot, ripping a breathy howl from your depths and it was then that your knees gave out entirely. You prepared for the fall, to have your body plummet into the soaked and rumpled comforter, but that occurrence never came. Instead, Riri’s arm slung under your stomach and she held you up, fucking you all the while. "Riri, please!"

“Yeah, go head and come for me ma.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you permitted your stifling orgasm to swim through you. There was a scream, one that rawed your throat. You remembered a huff of air leaving your body when you came, soft pecks trailing your spine, and the caring way Riri eased out of your hole. Cum leaked from you, you felt it, it was everywhere. You were barely breathing, barely conscious when Riri’s tongue darted into your cunt.

“Wait, Ri, baby wait.” You were shivering, you tried your best to crawl away, but it was no use. You lacked the strength, the stamina.

She clutched your thighs, pulled your ass up, and kept your face down on the bed. Foolish, that's what you thought. You were foolish to believe for a second that she was finished with you. “Nah, don't run. What you running for?”

She slurped your cum hungrily and your extensive wetness echoed throughout the hotel room. You hadn't the strength to moan for her, only expelling quiet little whimpers. Her tongue circled your hole continuously and you shook. Your poor clit, so sore, so used. Riri sucked it gently, in what you assumed was her way of easing up. You backed your ass into her face unconsciously and her lips let your folds go to laugh.

“Riri… I–”

“Lay down mami, lemme take care of you. I just need one more, you can do that for me right?”

Once on your back, you gave her a tired nod, barely able to hold your eyes open.

Riri kissed your sticky pussy, lapping at the cum seeping from you. “You so damn messy baby, fuck look at all this.” She kissed your inner thigh, tongue dragging along the streaks of wetness there.

You whined in response, pressing fingers into her silky black durag, trailing them along the dips and dents of her braids underneath. Your bruised hips jerked as you bucked into her mouth and she hummed, sucking your clit harder. Wiggling out of her hands had never worked for you in the past, but you tried it still.

Her smile, there it was, that's why you did it. That conniving smile was why you tried escaping her, because you knew she took pride in your inability to. She was condescending about it, cocky, and you loved it.

She pushed her way inside you again, and the coolness of her rings made you hiss. The sensation was soothing in a way, it was sort of what your hole needed. You needed something icy in the area, something to pamper the soreness. “You doing so fucking good for me. Almost done, okay?”

Another nod, this one less convincing than the first. If you were being honest, you weren't sure your body could hold still to consciousness if you came again. But you would try, you would try for Riri. Her digits curled inside you and you twitched. “C-close.”

She bobbed her head, but her speed didn't increase. Her thrusts were easy, loving. They diverted every sensation you were feeling to a center point, connecting and tangling them together. There were knots being tied for the sole purpose of breaking, unraveling. Your breathing picked up and you could feel every bead of sweat that formed on your body. They rolled down your back, your shoulders, in between your curves and rolls. They sped up with each heave of your chest, tensing your knots, testing their limits.

“Fuck! Right there Ri baby!” You lurched off the bed, grinding deep on to her working fingers.

“That's the spot mamas, hmm? Right here?” Riri slammed into your sensitive nerves over and over until you were bawling her name. Fractured, weak, tired. Your voice crawled out of your raw throat fractured, weak, and tired. It hurt to moan, but you did it anyway. Ecstasy surged through you like a strong current, threatening to yank you underwater as you came again.

Lucidity slipped away from you the moment Riri’s lips met your tender hips, placing soft pecks along your gorgeous blemishes. “These gon be there for a minute, I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” You managed to croak out and she pulled you into her arms. Riri kissed your temple whilst rocking you from side to side to calm you. “I-I’m glad you're here, missed y-you. Love you.”

“I love you too. I'm right here baby, I'm not going nowhere.”

You tilted your head, peering up at her through sleepy lids, tugging on her necklace to get her attention. Riri’s eyes met your face and her smile was instant, she knew what you wanted.

She leaned in, pressing her lips to yours carefully, considerately. The kiss was quick, but it was exactly the thing you needed. The gentleness of it, the affection that powered it was the last thing you felt before the lastings of your release made good on its promise to pull you into a deep sleep.

617 notes · View notes