#… cause that obviously helps their bottom line

[onenicebugperday]

Hiii Onenicebug!!

I'm a really big fan of insects, but I live in a city! I used to live near the woods with all kinds of cute bugs, but now it's difficult to find much beyond the occasional silly grasshopper or trash-loving fly. The only thing interesting we get is cicadas in the summer! I dunno what else there is here in northern Texas..

This is all to say that I really appreciate your blog! I love being able to see silly bugs!! I'd also like to ask, do you have any bug finding tips? I'm certain where I live isn't completely devoid of cute creatures, so they gotta be hiding somewhere! If you ever go bug hunting, where do you search? :))))

Hello :) Certainly you can find bugs in cities, though it can be more difficult obviously and you're not going to find the diversity you might outside of the city.

Some places to look, though - during the day on sides of buildings, often the side facing the sun, and around window sills. These are especially good places to look for jumping spiders, but also some true bugs and beetles will congregate there to warm themselves. Look at the same places at night rather than during the day and you'll see different friends, often orbweavers and moths if there's a bright light on the building. Any lights around entrances or patios or balconies will attract friends. Hanging a white sheet outside and shining a bright light on it can attract all sorts of dudes if you want to get that into it. Different lights attract bugs better, so that's something you'd need to look into first.

Look in landscaping around buildings, especially if there's mulch or rocks or lots of plants. If you can do it without getting in trouble or causing any damage, lifting landscape rocks or edging bricks that line walkways will almost certainly reveal some critters - mostly isopods, snails, slugs, millipedes, and centipedes, but sometimes wolf spiders or other cool fellas. Obviously just be very careful when replacing the rocks so you don't squish anyone. Digging around in mulch or leaf litter is a good way to find the same pals.

In landscaped areas around buildings with flowers or in small city parks, check the tops of flowers and all over the stems and on the undersides of leaves during the day - but be thorough, take your time and look very closely, you'd be surprised who's hiding in and around flowers that aren't immediately noticeable. This is almost always how I find things like crab spiders and ambush bugs, but of course you'll also find all kinds of flower beetles and plant-feeding true bugs. Seed bugs, aphids, planthoppers, leafhoppers, froghoppers/spittlebugs, etc can all be found on flowering plants, or mantises if you're lucky. The taller/denser/weedier the area is, the more pals you'll likely find, assuming it hasn't been sprayed with pesticides.

In addition to the friends crawling on those plants, you'll likely find some pollinators flying around them. Bees and wasps and butterflies of course, but also lots of different flies - especially hover flies and long-legged flies, which are small but super pretty up close and fun to watch.

On trees pretty much anywhere, look all over the bark of the trunk, especially underneath any pieces of bark that are lifting, or on/under any fallen branches.

And of course water attracts all kinds of bugs, either to live in, drink from, or hunt near. Runoff ditches on the sides of roads are often full of all kinds of different bugs, but it may be difficult to get close enough without getting your feet wet. Stagnant water will tend to have different bugs than fast-moving water does, so check out both if you can. Sitting near the water and just looking into it is a good way to spot lil friends creeping around in the muck on the bottom or skating around the surface. If your city has a lake or a river, docks and piers are a great spot to find spiders, especially at night, and of course during the day dragonflies and damselflies will be near water, too.

Hopefully that was somewhat helpful! That was just a brief overview of some of the easier places to look, but if you're observant enough, you'll find friends literally all over the place.

[thisismenow3]

We need to dissolve private health insurance and create universal medicine in the USA

But the assurance of wealth for its members is brazenly still the top priority for the Physicians association and hospitals being for profit too makes this worse. We kind of have to fix all three things together if we want more access to care and for that care to be actually good and not rushed and sub par.

related because it seems like the anesthesia cap was horribly mis reported and misunderstood (me included) and is actually more a situation of broken clock being right in regards to the insurance company

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hi ! Just discovered you through your D-16 x reader fic and your writing is MWAH MWAH yummy 😋 ahhhh thank youuu, I've been craving for tf one fics, I want to request a short fic with D-16, Orion Pax and Gn! Reader who's a racer from that various reader prompts you posted awhile ago? Anything else is up to you! Go wild

Thank youuuu 🫶💐

Pairing: D-16, Orion Pax x gn!racer!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Showcasing your appreciation for your fans leads to an unlikely encounter.  Warnings/Tags: Pre-canon, cybertronian!reader with a cog, size difference, awkward flirting??, forehelm kisses, and fluff.  A/N: Aww ty for the love! Hope you enjoy :) Word Count: 800+ words 

"What are we doing back here?" Came a rushed whisper from one bot. 

"What does it look like, genius? We're here to meet, ___."

"What?! You said you wanted to show me something, not break into a racer's personal quarters!"

"Psh, I bet they meet all sorts of fans back here all the time, besides, I'm sure they won't mind the bot they blew a kiss at to come and meet them backstage." 

"...you mean me?" 

"You?" 

"They blew the kiss at me."

"My friend, you need to get your optics checked, I'm pretty sure that kiss was meant for-" 

Orion didn't get to finish his sentence when the door to your quarters opened and your shiny figure stepped out and into the hallway. You glanced down at your newly filed digits before glancing up to spot two small, cogless bots standing in front of you. 

"...." 

"..."

"Why, hello there…where did you two come from?" Your voice was as warm as the sweetest energon and caused the tense mechs to ease up. You crouched before the two and placed your servos on your knee pads. One mech was blue and red, a lot more colorful in appearance and personality compared to his standoffish, silver colored mech companion. They were obviously miners from what you could tell from their chipped paint and dusty frames. 

The blue and red mech cleared his throat and prepared to speak until he was nudged back by his friend.

"We were lost! Yeah, we didn't mean to come…all the way here," The silver mech gave his friend a side-optic glare. 

"Could you help us find our way out?" The red mech briefly met his companion's shocked expression with a teasing smirk before switching his bright gaze onto you. "The name's Orion Pax, this mech over here is-"

 

"-D-16, nice to meet you…I'm…your biggest fan! I've been to almost all of your races and-" D-16 stammered out his introduction and seemed to be digging a further hole for himself as he rambled on. His friend watched with a familiar fondness before he snapped his gaze to the racer when their bell-like laugh rang out. 

"Aren't you two the cutest fans I've met," You cooed before pushing yourself up to stand. "I'll show you the way out, follow me." 

Orion pumped a servo when you turned away and winked at D-16 as he went to walk by your side. D-16 only rolled his optics and quickly went to catch up. 

“So, ____, how do you win like all the time?” Orion started the conversation. 

“Practice makes perfect,” You replied with a smile. 

“And what do you do when you lose?” Came the interesting inquiry from the silver mech. Realizing how his question might imply something bad, “I mean, how do you deal with the pressure of needing to be the best? I couldn't imagine having all those optics on me at all times.” 

You giggled and mulled over his question for a few nanokliks. “Well, I suppose I don't beat myself up about losing a race, after all the races would be boring if my rivals weren't on my level.” 

“Right! Makes sense. I, uh, thank you." D-16 felt his face plate warm as your bright optics made contact with his. 

"You're welcome, thank you two for seeing me,” You stopped when the exit came into view. “I haven't had this much fun in a while, I hope to see you too at the finish line again.” 

“We'll be there, ” Orion nodded as he nudged D-16 toward the exit. 

D-16 bit his bottom derma before turning back around and walking over to you. 

“Can…can I get a signature?” 

You blinked before your dermas curved in happiness at the timid request made by the mech. You see, instead of signing merch the regular way, you usually left your ‘mark’ on any special fan who caught your attention. It was a very rare occurrence which is why those bots claimed they'd never wash the mark off. 

 You crouched down and tilted the mech's helm back by curling a digit under his chin. D-16's breath was caught in his intake as your dermas pressed against his helm. He stood there frozen even when Orion came to his side and asked for a mark as well.

You obliged and kissed his helm as well. 

Orion leaned into it as you pulled away, you stifled a laugh as you booped his nose to snap the red and blue mech out of his daze. 

“Well…I'll see you two at the next race,” You mused before turning to leave. 

Orion and D-16 were standing there, pedes frozen to the ground as they processed the previous events. 

“Guess that blown kiss was meant for both of us.” 

D-16 only rolled his optics before smacking Orion's arm.

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[breathinlove]

band!ellie headcanons and smau

read this

sinopse: ellie williams is the lead singer in a band (+some texts with her). i lost the resquest im so sorry!

cw: nsfw after the texts with warning! swearing, ellie's a changed woman after you, reader works in a record store and ellie's a simp.

part 2

band!ellie who is obviously in a band with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who had cat in the band when they started, but they had massive drama when they broke up. (they're on good terms now tho! trust).

band!ellie who had a phase where her and jesse liked dina the fans call it throuple era

band!ellie who got matching flash tattoos on her very first serious show with dina and jesse.

band!ellie who is kind of a fuckgirl and looooves her fans iykwim.

“just until i find the wife.” that's her lame excuse.

band!ellie who is the type of girl to have groupies and sign their tits.

band!ellie mets you at the fuckass record store where you work.

"is that you?" you gather the courage to ask about what she was buying and she smiles proudly. "it's our debut album." "congrats." you sigh before lifting your head to continue. "i bought one this morning when they came in, thought it looked cool." and she has to ask for your number cause why the hell did that make her heart melt.

band!ellie who just looks like she's never kissed before when you're the one to initiate the first kiss. (:0)

band!ellie who 3 dates in invites you to one of her local shows, having you in the front line (eye contact goes insane...).

band!ellie who makes her thristy fans they bite their tongue when she leans over to you at the edge of the stage. singing to you, fingers on your chin.

band!ellie who soon enough is on tour and texting you less. you try to move on (you're soooo wrong for that because she's just busy and thinking about you).

band!ellie always talking about you to dina and jesse.

“i need to get back to my girl.” she's so delusional too.

band!ellie who is instantly only focused on you, weirdly adding your name in every cover of romantic songs they do at rehearsal.

band!ellie who the first thing she does when she's back is run to the record store.

“how was the tour?” you asked, she's leaning on the counter and you take a step back. she replied with an “i missed you.” and you're not even hesitanting anymore.

band!ellie who wastes no time asking you to be her girlfriend after you cuss her out because she was late to one of your dates (she thinks it's hot asf).

band!ellie who is soooo daddy upstage but you know she wants and NEEDS to be babied.

band!ellie who notices you were upset she had a show your birthday, so she called you on stage and serenaded you as if she was justin bieber… flowers and everything. (she sang “one less lonely girl”)

her fr^

band!ellie who when she's out and fans stop her… she's so sweet and attentive but she wouldn't want to be late to see you

“sorry girls, the wife is waiting i have to go.”

texts with band!ellie

nsfw (cw: cunnilingus [e!receiving], strap on sex [r!receiving]. switch!ellie!!!!).

band!ellie who absolutely loves good luck head when you're backstage.

“baby just needs some encouragement, am i right?” you ask softly between open mouthed kisses on her lower stomach and thighs. she nods. “yes… need your tongue.” she grunts, thrusting her hips. you start licking and kissing her slit and she can't help but grind against your tongue until she cums all over it.

band!ellie who loves it when you ride her strap too, but she has to switch out and completely dick you down… with permission after not touching you for so long.

“please let me fuck that pussy.” she knows you're getting tired, since you didn't even slap her hand when she started rubbing your clit. “come on…” she spits down your clit. “tired, babe?” you nod breathlessly grinding on her lap. she fucks up into you “tell me i can fuck you…” but she's already doing it?? “f-fuck me, ellie.” and now she's grining and holding you flat. “damn, this pussy's split open.” as she bottoms that shit deep in you. she will fuck you stupid.

a/n: this is a lot but i enjoyed doing it... and.... my phone's charged!

[golden1u5t]

real one | a.h x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: reader fakes and orgasm while with aaron, he notices and lets her change the position and do what makes her feel good.

you had let out an loud moan, like the ones in those bad pornos, as you tried to make it seem like you'd just had an orgasm. aaron's hips stilled and he sat up from where he had his head tucked into the crook of your neck.

"y/n... what was that?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, you brought your hands up to cover your face.

"i had an-"

aaron was experienced, much more than you were, and he'd been with plenty of women to know how it felt when a woman had an orgasm.

"no you didn't." aaron chuckled, he pried your hands from your face and leaned down to peck your lips. your skin flushed with embarrassment and you pulled away from him.

you had expected him to be at least a bit upset about you faking it, you expected to have to overly explain yourself on why you did it, but aaron wasn't like that. he understood that whatever it was he was doing obviously wasn't working for you and there was no point in getting upset over something he could fix.

aaron carefully pulled out and flipped you both over so he was on his back and you were straddling his waist. you stared down at him confused but didn't question him.

"this way you can do what makes you feel good, yeah?" aaron's hands rubbed up your thighs, settling on your hips and pushing you back so you were on his hips instead of his waist.

you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded your head with a huff, you moved back some and lifted yourself up. you took ahold of aaron's cock and lined it up with your entrance, you steadied yourself with a hand on his chest as you sank down.

aaron's fingers curled into the plush skin of your thighs as you started to lift yourself off of his cock and push back down. aaron always liked it when you rode him-though it didn't happen often because you always got tired quickly— because he liked the view he got to see when you did.

a soft moan fell from your lips when you leaned forward, subsequently causing aaron's cock to slip deeper, and placed both hands on the bed beside aaron's head.

"does that feel better?" he asked, fighting the urge to thrust up into you. he moved his hands up to hold onto your hips, you fell down against his shoulder and your eyes slipped closed.

"yeah- yeah, so much better." you gasp, slightly speeding up your pace. aaron groaned and let his head fall back, his hands moved to your ass to plant a harsh slap on it.

aaron smiled to himself when he felt your walls start to tighten around his cock and your rhythm start to falter. you never really gave him much of a warning that you were about to cum, just a whine of his name into his ear. you completely slumped down into him afterwards which left him to chase his own release within you. his hands gripped your ass to help him move you up and down on his cock, along with his hips thrusting up.

the most you could do was whimper into the crook of his neck as his cock twitched and spurted rope after rope his warmth. you waited for a few moments to relax before you lifted yourself off of him, you bit down on your bottom lip when you felt the mixture of your cum rush out of you.

aaron brought his arm up and placed it under his head, a smile breaking out on his face.

"see, that was orgasm."

[juyeoz]

GOOD GRACES — YANG JUNGWON

32 ┆ the boy who swore (0.9k words)

In a blink of an eye, the time Jungwon dreaded had come—lunch. He silently sat in the classroom you two were supposed to meet in for your tutor session. His crutches rested against the table beside him as he awaited your appearance.

It was quiet and three minutes past your original meeting time.

If he knew you were going to be late like this, he wouldn’t have agreed at all. Part of him was glad. Jungwon wouldn’t have to face the person he had a romantic dream about a few days ago. 

That was great news for him.

Yet, to his dismay, you showed up. 

“Hey, I’m sorry.” You said while approaching the seat in front of him.

“What took you so long?” Jungwon asked, his gaze not leaving your figure, but his tone was annoyed. While taking your seat, you placed the frozen dessert on top of his desk. 

“Oh,” he muttered while staring at the orange wrapper. 

“The line was long today.” You said, replying coldly to his tone from earlier.

Jungwon’s gaze shifted around the classroom as he awkwardly bit down on his bottom lip. The silence between you two broke once you began rummaging through your backpack for your notebook and pencil case. 

“Here, my physics work from this morning.” You placed the notes on the desk and sighed.

Jungwon pushed the Melona popsicle aside and brought your notebook closer to him. 

“What are you struggling with?” He asked while going over your notes. Everything seemed pretty understandable to him.

“Quite literally everything.” You replied and handed him a pen to go over the material. Jungwon’s brows briefly raised at your response. Well, he would have to teach you more than he expected.

“Okay, let me see where you’re at.” Jungwon began. He flipped to another blank page in your notebook and proceeded to write away. You watched him confused. 

What was he planning to do?

In silence, he turned the notebook around and pulled out his phone in the process. 

“Take this and answer the ten equations there.” He said while handing you the pen. 

“What?”

“You have five minutes. Do as much as you can.” Jungwon looked up from his phone and gave you a fake smile while pressing the start button on his phone.

You narrowed your eyes at him and took your pen from his hold. He watched as you became focused upon seeing the questions that were plastered on the page. They all had to do with physics, obviously. Some of them were from previous units you had already learned which made things quite easier for you.

“There’s three minutes left.” Jungwon’s irritating voice said, piercing through the silent atmosphere around you two.

The timer meant nothing to you. The questions were easy, until they weren’t. 

Equations from the current unit you were learning began to appear at question seven and onwards. They were the sole reason why you unfortunately chose to ask Jungwon for help on physics.

None of it made sense to you.

Jungwon bit back his smile at the way your expression switched. You seemed confused and stressed out.

“A minute and thirty seconds left.” He said while glancing over at the timer on his phone. Now the timer began to mean something to you. Even if Jungwon said to ‘do as much as you can’ you still wanted to prove him wrong by doing everything.

However, it was impossible. Especially if you didn’t understand the concept that was taught in class for the past week or so. 

“Forty seconds.” 

“Shut up.” You replied while plugging numbers into your calculator, causing Jungwon to let out a chuckle.

Of course, he found this amusing. You were struggling and that was one of his favourite thoughts. Well, that was what you at least thought.

Jungwon, on the other hand, found this somewhat cute. It was weird and not like him at all.

“Five seconds.” Jungwon said, leaving you even more stressed.

“Stop it.”

“Four.” 

“Stop.”

“Three… Two…” He dragged out the numbers while waiting for the timer to ring.

“Time’s up!” He exclaimed while grabbing the pen out of your hold and bringing your notebook closer to him once more. You looked up in shock and immediately reached for the pen. In response, Jungwon leaned back with your pen while you leaned in closer. 

“Give it back, I didn’t get to finish.” You said, expecting a snobby remark from the boy, but instead, he was quiet.

Jungwon swallowed thickly. Your faces were quite close to each other, leaving him a flustered mess. His gaze travelled around your face. Your brows were furrowed and you looked annoyed. However, despite you being annoyed, your gaze was too intense for him to bear. 

His heart race quickened after being reminded of the dream he had. It was so loud to the point where he could hear it in his ears. 

What if you could hear it too? Would you have pointed it out? 

He refused to believe he liked you. Many times. Yet, with how he felt right now, there was no doubt about it.

Yang Jungwon, the boy who swore in ninth grade that he would hate you for the rest of his life, the boy who swore he would never ever give you a compliment, and the boy who had to help you with the yearbook club because you both couldn’t keep your mouths shut, had fallen in love with his ‘sworn enemy’.

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[short-honey-badger]

Uhm... Surprise!

Summary: You are Rosinante's secret wife, hidden away under Sengoku's protection. He shows up in the middle of you putting together a nursery, ruining your surprise.

Just a lil something sweet for Rosinante. I just finished Dressrosa, and this poor, dumb, gangly limbed man has stolen my heart. He's such a sweet one.

Masterlist

You are in the middle of painting the walls a soft pink, the same color that Rosi likes to wear, when you hear the front door hit the wall and the sound of your husband's voice echoing through the house.

"Honey, I'm home!"

You curse quietly and carefully climb down the step ladder you're on. You are glad you decided to change into a baggy sweater and leggings before beginning to paint. It would hide your baby bumb. However, hiding the rest of the room would be the biggest problem.

You fast walk out of the nursery, shutting the door behind you, before you go to meet your husband. Rosinante lights up the second he sees you, a big smile crossing his lips as he opens his arms and sweeps them around you.

"There you are. I thought you were hiding from me."

You laugh with a shake of your head, "Nope. Was just cleaning up. Not that I'm complaining, but I thought you were going to he gone for another two months?"

Your husband beams at you, "My brother sent me away cause I "annoyed him. " Sengoku said that I could spend my first two weeks away with you."

Rosi immediately notices the strain around your lips and the tension that lines your brow. You are happy that he's home, of course you are, but you also had a surprise for him. One you wanted to be perfect.

"Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I can fix whatever I did."

Your heart hurts at the sound of his growing panic, and so you surge up and seal your lips to his just to shut him up. Your husband kisses you back without a thought, and you lose yourself a little in the kiss before you pull away, though you keep close, your hands cradling his blushing face.

"You didn't so anything wrong, baby," you assure him and lean up to kiss his nose, "I just.. I had a surprise for you, but it's not ready yet."

Corazon frowns, feeling guilty that he's ruined something that you've obviously worked so hard on. If he weren't holding you, the marine would dig for a cigarette. He's about to offer to leave, when you suddenly step back and take his hand.

"Come on, I may as well show you now."

Rosinante follows you through the house and to a back room, left unused since it was usually just you here. His breath gets caught in his throat when he sees what you've done to the room. Half of it has been painted his favorite pink, and there are two dressers, both half built, and there tucked in the corner, is a tiny bassinet.

His heart pouts loudly in his ears, and he can hardly hear you as you ramble by his side, telling him about being too excited to just work on one project at a time. He hears you apologize for the mess, but Rosinante is still too focused on the bassinet.

You bite your bottom lip, growing nervous when your husband doesn't say anything. You shuffle in place, one hand coming down to hold your stomach, "Rosi..?"

Cora whips around, and you can see that he is grinning, tears welling up in his eyes and sliding down his face as he falls to his knees in front of you. His hands hover around you like he's suddenly terrified to touch you, but you grab one of them and hold his palm to your growing belly.

"I'm gonna be a dad?"

You nod, your own eyes filling with tears at the elation and awe you hear coating his voice. You sniff loudly and raise your free hand to scrub at your eyes, a smile tugging your lips up.

"Uhm... Surprise."

Rosinante pulls you in for a kiss so full of love that you can't help but melt against him. It might not have gone how you wanted it, but this was just as good.

[lovebugism]

HI BBY COULD U WRITE A grumpy!steddie x sunshine!reader , they are all moved in together & its nearing christmas SO reader is the one whos decorating , maybe the boys neglect to see how excited she is & they end up feeling really guilty cuz they just see her putting all of it away 🥹🥹

ty for requesting :D — the boys catch you taking down christmas decorations after not being supportive about your love for the holidays (ditzy!reader, hurt/comfort-ish, 1.3k)

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Eddie rouses in the early morning, weightless and unusually cold. The first thing he notices is that you’re not wrapped around him like a koala and snoring softly in his ear. How could he not? The lack of you has always been innately palpable.

With his eyes still closed, he reaches across the mattress in search of you. He figures Steve must’ve pulled you into him at some point during the night. The two of you are probably tangled together and hogging all the covers at this very moment.

“Ow,” Steve winces groggily when Eddie accidentally smacks him in the face.

The boy turns towards the voice and squints through the haze of leftover slumber. He squishes Steve’s scruffy cheeks together with a pale hand. “You’re not Sunshine,” Eddie observes gruffly, still playful despite being half-asleep.

Steve swats him away with his eyes still shut. “Obviously not.”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know,” the honey-haired boy slurs, right before leaning forward to shove his face into your pillow. His next words are muffled and nearly inaudible. “Bathroom, maybe?”

Eddie goes to call for you. His chest inflates with a deep inhale, prepared to shout for you like a needy child. Something clatters distantly in the living room before he can. It’s so obviously you — clumsy, well-meaning you. The always doing things you shouldn’t be doing on your own because you’re too sweet to ask for help you.

Both of them know this, so they rise from their sleep without a word shared between them. They find you trying to steady yourself on a rickety step stool, halfway crouched on the highest level with sparkling tinsel in your hand.

The two boys catch your eye, one as equally sleepy as the other. 

Eddie’s hair has been extra fluffed by the cotton of his pillow. The wild curls halfway conceal his swollen features. He’s in one of Steve’s sweatshirts and a pair of thin boxers. Steve, meanwhile, is in a shirt so tight you’re almost sure it’s yours. The fabric has risen with sleep and his plaid pants hang low accordingly. The bottom of his tummy and the tip of his happy trail are on display for you. 

They’re effortlessly beautiful. Both of them. But their presence makes you grimace.

Your attempts to do all this quietly have obviously failed.

“Did I wake you?” you whisper, just in case.

“Yeah, you woke us— what the hell are you doing?” Steve wonders as he rushes to you, very suddenly alert. He helps you off the old, uneven ladder with hands that are impossibly warm, even over your shorts.

Eddie stands ahead of you and takes the tinsel from your hands.

“I was un-decorating,” you shrug.

“Un-decorating?” Eddie scoffs.

Steve squints at you, features swollen and lined with indentions of sleep, still not quite understanding. “Okay… Why?”

“’Cause you guys said you hated it.”

“Hated what?”

“All of it!” you retort, still a bit vaguely, and gesture all around you.

The living room looks a little like the North Pole puked all over it. There’s an intricately decorated Christmas tree in the corner, perfectly fluffed and packed to the brim with vividly-colored ornaments. String lights are draped over the ceiling, and you’ve hooked ornaments over them, too. Every doorway is lined with sparkling tinsel and lit-up stars and ribbons tied into bows.

It was beautiful. Well, you thought it was, anyway. No one else seemed to agree with you. 

You try not to let it hurt you too much, but the subtle ache in the pit of your chest is almost impossible to ignore.

“We didn’t say we hated it!” Steve insists with a wavering voice. “…Did we?”

Eddie makes a vague I don’t know type of sound. He leans his wild head to the side and shrugs once. “I’m pretty sure you did call it tacky, actually.”

“Well, you said it looked like a Hallmark movie threw up in here!” Steve argues without thinking twice.

The older boy squints his puffy, chocolate eyes. “Shut up, dude.”

“You shut up!”

“See, this is why I’m taking it down,” you laugh over their bickering. You smile despite your distant hurt. “You obviously hate it. Both of you.”

Steve sighs. He stops being annoyed with Eddie for a second to give you his full attention. He goes distinctly soft when he looks at you, structured and sleepy features visibly melting. His long fingers give your sides a squeeze.

“We don’t hate it, babe. I promise. We’re just not, like, as into it as you are.”

“And that’s okay! Right?” Eddie blurts from beside him. He crosses two arms over his chest and shrugs. “I mean, we don’t have to like all the same things as each other, you know? What’s important is that we all support each other…”

Steve glances over his shoulder and sends the boy an incredulous gape, half confused and half impressed. 

Eddie cowers beneath it. “…Or whatever. I don’t know. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Well, I feel super supported right now.” You laugh but it’s a little bit forced, weighed down by hidden emotion. You’re obviously still upset about the whole thing — even if you’re trying to pretend that you’re not.

“Shit, babe. I’m sorry,” Steve sighs and wraps you up in his arms. He presses you into his chest, palms spreading over your back and rubbing gently along the length of it. He buries his nose at the crown of your head — you smell like a mixture of your shampoo, his hairspray, and Eddie’s body wash.

You hold him back but shake your head at his affection. 

“No. It’s okay. It’s just Christmas decorations— it’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not stupid,” Steve insists before the words can properly leave your mouth. He pulls back from you, just far enough to hold your face between his palms. He smiles softly down at you, so quiet it’s barely there. His thumb swipes over the sleep lines pressed into your cheek. “You were really excited about it, and we were assholes. And we’re sorry… Right, Eds?”

Eddie’s face scrunches from where he stands beside you. “Hey, I was preparing my own I’m sorry speech over here, Harrington.”

Steve’s hands drop from your face when you turn around to smile at the wild-haired boy. “Yeah? Let me hear it.”

Eddie brings you into his arms next. His hug is tighter than Steve’s, borderline smothering as his arms cross over your shoulders rather than your back. He hides his face in your hair when you tuck yourself into his chest.

“I love you,” he starts, muffled from where he’s pressed against you. The end of each sentence is followed by a soft kiss to your head. “And it’s not stupid. And we’re sorry for being assholes.”

Your laugh is stifled by his t-shirt. He smells like smoke and Steve’s body wash and your perfume.

“That’s exactly what I said,” Steve whines, his pout evident in his voice.

“Yeah, but I said ‘I love you,’” Eddie argues like a child. “So I win.”

“Well, guess what— I love you too, babe.”

You laugh again. It’s more audible this time when you pull away and turn to Steve, grinning all stupid as you grab his arm to drag him over. “I forgive both of you, so you both win,” you assure when the honey-haired boy towers over your back to join your embrace. With both of them holding you like this, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so safe.

“Ha!” you hear Steve scoff, followed by a smacking kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

The wild-haired boy rolls his eyes and pulls slightly back to look at you. “Want us to help you hang all this stuff back up?” he wonders, then cuts himself off. “Actually. Nope. We’re gonna help you hang all this stuff back up. Whether you like it or not, Sunshine.”

He’s always called you that. He said it was because of your smile, but when you beam up at him, he realizes he might’ve gotten it all wrong. You’re brighter than the sun — than a thousand suns — and if he had to choose between sunlight and the way you’re looking at him right now, he’d choose you in every lifetime.

[delightfullyquirkydoodles]

Okay, buckle up, friends and neighbours, because it's time for:

THE DOOPLISS DISSERTATION

(Obviously, you should take all of this with a HUGE chunk of salt, since I'm not only an internet-poisoned fandom blogger, but also a former English major with a penchant for over-reading.

Still, I spent a long time writing this, so I'd appreciate it if you gave it a read.)

So before we talk about Doopliss himself, I feel like we should talk about Creepy Steeple, since a lot of the topics I'm going to be touching on relate to the actual building.

Neither the original Gamecube version nor the Switch remake really bothers to explain what Creepy Steeple actually is.

None of Goombella's tattles say anything about the building's intended purpose. The name vaguely implies that it's a church of some kind -- in Japanese, it's called Odoron Jiin, or "Astonishing Temple" -- but that's still not very helpful.

Still, for the purposes of this analysis, I'm going to assume that it's meant to be a church.

This brings me to the Steeple's stained glass window, which shows a scary-looking Doopliss standing over some piranha plants.

From a design standpoint, I'm guessing that this detail was added to give the location a spooky vibe, but from an in-universe perspective, the implications are wild.

Like, who designed this? How long ago? And why? What the heck is it supposed to represent?

Unsurprisingly, the game offers no real answers, but I have a couple of theories.

The first is that the people of Twilight Town (or their ancestors, or something) created the window in Doopliss's honor.

Stained glass windows often depict saints or angels, so maybe the Twilighters used to worship him? Like, maybe Creepy Steeple was once dedicated to him and then, for whatever reason, the worshippers decided to leave?

It's not super likely, but I didn't want to rule out any possibilities. This is a weird freaking temple. Literally anything is possible, as far as I'm concerned.

My second theory is that Doopliss designed the window himself. He seems like a guy with a lot of spare time, so it's not too much of a stretch to say that he came up with the idea and then spent weeks building it by hand.

He could have also bullied the Boos into constructing it for him. I dunno. I just have this mental image of him pulling pranks on them and generally being a nuisance until they caved.

The bottom line is someone wanted to Doopliss's face to be front and center. And if that someone is Doopliss himself, then hoo boy, there is a lot to unpack here.

Maybe I'm projecting, but it feels like Doopliss is wrestling with some major self-esteem issues.

Despite being an incredibly powerful shapeshifter who somehow cursed an entire town, he seems very childish. He spends all his time watching TV and coming up with new jokes. He throws tantrums when he loses. He wears a party hat, of all things.

Based on that, I'd say that he's probably starved for attention. He's probably pretty lonely living in Creepy Steeple all by himself (doubly so if my theory about the Twilighters is correct).

I'd even go so far as to say that his scheme to turn the Twilighters into pigs is motivated by this need for attention. I mean, what better way to get people to notice you than to cause a town-wide panic?

I feel like the disguises he uses over the course of the main story also support this theory.

Though Mario, Zip Toad and Professor Frankly are quite different from one another, they all have one important thing in common: they're famous. Mario's a world-renowned adventurer, Zip Toad is a well-known actor and Frankly is a tenured professor whose students love him.

Doopliss even alludes to this after stealing Mario's body, telling him, "You're so popular around here! I just love being you!"

By transforming into beloved figures, Doopliss can get the attention he craves.

I also think that this is why he joined the Shadow Sirens. Sure, Beldam abuses him almost as badly as she abused Vivian, but at least she notices him. That's better than nothing.

The most conclusive piece of textual evidence is found in the epilogue. In her letter to Mario, Goombella explains that Doopliss has joined Flurrie on-stage in her production of "Paper Mario".

Obviously his shapeshifting abilities make the play a lot more realistic, but why would he bother participating in it at all? This guy was a villain for most of the game. Why would he suddenly decide to join up with one of his enemies?

Because, as far as I can tell, he's not a villain. Just a guy who's sick of being ignored.

I dunno. Doopliss's motivations have never been super clear, but I feel like there's more to him than meets the eye.

If you have any thoughts or ideas of your own, feel free to comment. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

[venusstorm]

I don't know if you wrote bucky barnes but could you write a smut where Bucky gets a little feral when he bought his girlfriend reader a pantie with a small bullet vibrator stuck inside. He even the download app to control the vibration of the bullet. One day, reader was wearing it and bucky couldn't help to use his app.

No cause the moment he spots that familiar flash of color beneath your dress, he'd go absolutely feral.

Warnings: 18+, Bucky the menace, public masturbation/sex, light degradation, vibrating panties!!!

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You had no clue the power you had given Bucky today. In your mind, you were just wearing the cute matching set that he got you as a birthday present. You hadn't even noticed the way he lingered closer than usual, grabbing your ass and pulling your head back to kiss you abruptly. Ignorant to the way people were flashing you dirty looks.

Squealing, you push him away. "People can see us!" You scold.

But obviously, he doesn't care, the only thing going through his mind is finally testing out your his gift.

"Then let 'em look, baby." He slaps your ass, the sound making a poor lady frantically leave the aisle.

"Bucky!" You hiss.

He crosses his arms, a stupid smirk resting on his face. "Yes, pretty baby?"

Shaking your head you grab your man's hand, dragging him and your near-empty cart to another aisle. (You weren't getting too much shopping done with the way he's been hanging off of you)

Bucky happily trails behind you. "Where to now?" He questions, voice airy with questionable innocence.

"We need new plates," you murmur.

"What happened t– "

You shoot him a "you know damn well" glance and quickly he breaks out into a grin.

Bucky had come home from a two-week mission and found you washing dishes in the kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt. He was throbbing the whole plane ride back just thinking about slipping between your pretty thighs. And instead of greeting you like a normal person, announcing his presence- he ran and tackled you. The dishes flew out of your hands and crashed onto the floor. He scooped you up before the glass could touch your body, ignoring your angry remarks and carrying you up the steps so he could spend the rest of the night buried deep inside of you. 

"How could I forget about that," he hums. "We should do that again."

You pay him no mind, instead choosing to focus on the hundreds of plates and fine china lining the shelves. Carefully you pick up a set with floral indentations on the rim, holding it up for Bucky to see.

"Yes or no?"

"Mm, it's alright." Bucky shrugs.

Truthfully, he had no clue what you held up. His face was buried in his phone trying to set up the app for your lovely attire. He had complete control over the intensity alongside 4 other settings. The instructions were vague but he could put two and two together quite well.

"Oh! These are cute, look at– hm."  Your hands fly to your mouth, the dull vibration only lasting a few seconds.

Bucky cocks his head. "Everything alright?"

"Yea...yea m'fine. Just felt a little– fuck." This time the sensation was stronger and quickly you reach for Bucky. He wraps you in his arms as you tremble, shushing you quietly.

"I think somethings wrong," you whisper hurriedly. "I feel, I feel..." you clench your eyes shut as your legs begin to shake. Your nails dig into your skin, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you fight the urge to moan.

"You feel what, baby? Let it out."

Bucky caresses you against his chest, stroking your neck to calm you down. "I can help you, just tell me what's wrong. I've got you, pretty baby."

Behind your neck, his fingers up the intensity before quickly lowering it. You yelp in response, clutching onto him desperately. "I need to leave, Buck. Something’s wrong. I can't...I need you."

You finally look up at him and instead of facing a look of concern, his eyes are dark with uncontrollable need. An accomplished smile rested on his face. "You need me? In what way, baby? Use your words."

"What'd you do, Buck? I can see that stupid grin on– HMNGG. Shit. Fuck."

He swipes his thumb up and down repeatedly, the quick vibrations forcing you to bury your face in his upper body.

"Do you need it to stop, Princess? I can make it go away."

"So it- it is you! Bucky you barely know how to work an iPad how the hell did you- fuck."

You're on the brink of tears, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You can feel your wetness sticking to your skin, drenching your underwear, and making its way down your thighs. You're struggling to stand up straight, but Bucky holds you firmly.

"Shh, just look at me, pretty baby. Watch me." He waits until you're fully focused on him to continue. "Is this alright? If you don't like it we can stop." He tilts your chin up, kissing your nose to remind you that you’re in complete control.

You shake your head, encouraging him to keep going. "I'm okay just...need you." Your lips part as he wavers his finger to the highest setting. The buzz of the vibrator is drowned out by your muffled groans.

"Uh, uh. Don't look away from me. Keep your eyes on me, Princess. Can you do that for me? Wanna watch you make a mess in those pretty panties."

You're desperate for friction and find it against Bucky's leg. He props it out for you, watching as you grind yourself against him. "Want your cock, need you inside of me. Please." You no longer cared who heard, who saw. All you wanted was for Bucky to slip his size beneath your sundress, pressing you against the shelves and stuffing himself inside of your pussy. Whining as he spoke down to you, mocking you for having such a little cunt, a toy thing just for him. 

"You need my cock baby? Want me to fuck you for everyone to see. Gonna stuff me in your little hole, show everybody how well you take me. Bet they'd wonder how such a little thing can fit her daddy's cock inside of her. All stuffed and full, walls stretched and leaking with my cum."

He shoves his knee into your aching cunt, helping you get off. "C'mon, baby. Cum for daddy, wanna see those eyes roll back. That's it, there you go. So close.”

You don't even bother holding back your shouts, whimpering Bucky's name as you gush and squirt through your clothing. He never looks away from you, admiring how beautiful you look unfolding under his control.

Neither of you moves until a small voice clears their throat. "Uhm...I'll just check the next aisle." The scarred woman disappears and you break out into laughter, which quickly turns into a sob as Bucky switches settings.

"Bucky!" You shout.

He fumbles with his phone, a genuinely apologetic expression on his face. "Sorry! Accident!"

[crxlrei-888]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE HAREM

PART TWO

@crxlrei-888

screenshot from game

PART ONE : https://www.tumblr.com/crxlrei-888/773746879716589568/love-and-deep-space-harem?source=share

ᯓᡣ𐭩 lnds x reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 nsfw/18+

ᯓᡣ𐭩 violence

❛ i don't mind being shared.. ❜

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"You've got to be kidding me, Gideon!"

Caleb exclaimed into his phone, his voice echoing through the quiet living room. His eyes darted towards the gift box you held in you lap, your fingers lingering over the silky bow that had come undone. "You bought a VIBRATOR for your girlfriend!? Thats what you had me waiting for at the mall!?"

"Oh shutup!" Gideon's voice rang on the other end, " now I don't have a gift for (GF/N)!" "You call a VIBRATOR A F*CKING GIFT!?" "LIKE I SAID CALEB, MAN! SHUT UP!" "Now my poor pipsqueak is scarred for life! No thanks to you!" "You're both damn adults -" "(Y/N) has it in her hand! Do I seem happy about that!?" "I mean, shouldn't you be?"

Caleb pauses a little, his voice hitching a bit causing your heart skipping a beat at his reaction. He turns around in case you were listening in on the convo but you acted like you were in shock at the vibrator.

He rolled his eyes, trying to keep the irritation from seeping into his voice. The line crackled with his friend's laughter on the other end.

You looked up at him, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.

You had been daydreaming about the naughty possibilities of the mysterious gift in your hands. The vibrator you had just found was definitely not what you had been expecting. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure.

Caleb ended the call abruptly, his grip on the phone tightening. He took a deep breath, his mind racing. How could Gideon be so careless? He turned to you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and annoyance in his tone but hidden with a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry about that," he began, extending his hand for the vibrator. "It's obviously not for you. It was supposed to be a joke for Gideon's girlfriend."

"A joke?"

Caleb grimaced at the question as he looked in your innocent eyes.

With a tremble in your hand, you handed the vibrator back to Caleb. The cool, smooth plastic felt foreign between your fingers, and you couldn't help but imagine the sensations it could have provide.

Imagine... Caleb's eyes locking onto yours and using the vibrator on you...

The buzz of it would fill the room, an erotic scene unfolding between you two. And when he would bring it to your clit, the vibrations wouldve sent shockwaves through your body. You would've gasped, your back arching as the sensation hit you like a bolt of lightning. He'd watched with rapt attention as you'd writhed beneath him. He increased the speed of the vibrator, watching as you wouldve panted and squirmed, your body begging for release. He'd continue to work the vibrator, prolonging your climax until you would be a trembling mess beneath him, your legs shaking and your body limp with satisfaction.

Urgh. If only!

You bit your bottom lip, trying to push the thoughts aside as you watched Caleb place it back into the box. The air between the two of you thickened with an unspoken tension, charged with the sudden presence of something so intimate and unexpected.

"It's okay," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I guess it was just a mistake."

Caleb nodded, his eyes flicking to the box before meeting yours. "Yeah, a big one." He couldn't help but wonder if you was as affected by the mix-up as he was. He felt a strange thrill in his stomach, a sensation that was both disturbing and exhilarating. "But..." He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching for yours. "Let's just pretend it never happened."

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and your allowed yourself to be led back to the couch. You sat down, tucking your legs underneath you. Your mind was racing, a tornado of confusion and excitement. What if Caleb had actually bought it for you? What if this was his way of bringing something new into their relationship? The thought made your heart race, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your tube top.

He sat beside you, his thighs brushing together against yours. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Guess i messed up the surprise. Any guesses what my gift couldve been?"

The sound of his voice, so close, so intimate, made goosebumps travel your skin again.

Guesses on his gift? You were busy guessing what could've happened in the vibrator dilemma if the two of you were already dating!

Your thoughts kept drifting back to the vibrator, the way it looked, the way it felt. It was as if the little device had cast a spell over yoi, igniting desires she didn't even know you had.

"Caleb," you began, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nerves. "Can we talk about what just happened?"

His gaze dropped to your lips, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips, and you felt the heat pooling between your thighs. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked, his voice low and gruff, before turning his gaze away from you.

You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his chest. "I want to know if you've ever thought about... you know... using something like that with me." The words fell from your mouth in a rush, and you felt the blush spread across your cheeks again.

"N-I-N-No." Caleb stuttered, shaking his head as he remained looking away from you. After a moment of silence, he meets your gaze.

Your (E/C) eyes narrowed suspiciously and you crawled onto his lap causing him to flush red at the sudden confidence and audacity you had. You sat, legs on either side of him as you made yourself comfortable facing him. "Do I not make you think things like that?" You whispered with a look of defiance at the fact that he was lying. You looked cute. Adorable with puppy eyes but a feisty attitude and the fact that your pants was now almost invisible for his eyes. "It's getting la-" Feeling something of his twitch. "I love you." The words shot out, cutting him off as you confessed, "That's why I ask." Your eyes met each other's as Caleb's eyes stared back in disbelief. Almost a pained yet relieved look marked his facial features. His hand cups your left side of your face and you lean into his comfort. "Say that again..." "I love you Caleb." "Again." "I... love you." He stares lovingly into your eyes a mix of desperation tinging the aura around you. He was stunned but accepting. "I love you too... always..." This made your face flushed and your heart was beating at an exhilarating pace as you pulled his face in and smashed your lips against his. Your fists scrunching his shirt desperately. He sinks into the sofa at the force but handles himself by bringing you closer. Your chest squishing to his, his rough hands gliding up your legs to squeeze your butt. As you push away, a string of saliva links the two of mouths temporarily. His and your gasps for air filled the room, his chest heaving with every breath and his eyes were fully fixated on you.

"Crap... you changed alot pipsqueak." Caleb brings his thumb over his lips.

"I...." You whispered shyly, "Didn't think... was it too much?"

He grabs your chin and leans up for another kiss. A deep passionate kiss and he bites your lower lip hungrily.

"Nope," he says tugging your lip, "It's everything I dreamt of. Should we continue?"

He squeezes your butt more and glides his hands up your waist, his eyes looking for a hint of permission.

"How far will we continue?" You teased, tracing his collarbone.

A smirk tugged his lips, as he pressed your clothed entrance over his erect, your breath hitched a little.

"How ever far you want to go." A sense of comfort and understanding in his voice as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Caleb effortlessly maneuvered through the living room, carrying you with a gentle yet firm grasp. Each step he took was calculated, ensuring that the journey from the couch to your bedroom was as smooth as possible. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over your entwined bodies as he laid you down on the plush mattress.

You both took a moment to appreciate the gravity of the situation, your eyes locked onto his as you began the sensual dance of undressing one another. His hands trembled with excitement as he reached for the waistband of his boxers, revealing his arousal that had been straining against the fabric. It bobbed up and down as it was released, standing tall and proud in anticipation of what was to come.

The sight of Caleb's cock sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldn't hold back a soft gasp. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he took in your reaction. "Looks like my little pipsqueak has grown all up," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

With a predatory grace, Caleb positioned himself over you, his muscular form looming above. His fingers traced the contours of your body, sending shivers down your spine as he asked for your consent once more. "Are you absolutely certain you want this?" His question hung in the air, loaded with the weight of what was about to happen.

Your body responded before your mind could fully form words, your hips arching up to meet him, a silent plea for more. "I'm ready," you managed to whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

Caleb leaned in, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss that sent your heart racing. His tongue danced with yours as his hand moved to stroke himself, the sound of his skin sliding against his cock a symphony of desire. He was preparing himself, ensuring that he would be fully ready to give you everything he had.

His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation, but all he found was an eagerness that matched his own. "I want us to always be this close," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come.

The anticipation was unbearable as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock slick with his own arousal. He pushed in, the head of his shaft parting your folds, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You could feel the heat of his desire pressing against you, urging you to accept him.

As he pushed further, you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his size. Caleb paused, watching your face intently, making sure that you were comfortable with every inch that he claimed. Your walls tightened around him, a silent invitation for him to continue.

He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. You moaned, the sound a sweet symphony in his ears, encouraging him to go deeper. Caleb's thumb found its way to your clit, and he began to rub it in slow circles, the pleasure building within you like a crescendo.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, the slickness of your arousal mixing with his pre-cum, making it easier for him to glide in and out. Each stroke was a declaration of his love and desire, a silent promise that he would never let you go.

"F*ck, you feel amazing," Caleb groaned, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you two growing stronger with each passing moment.

The pressure grew, his strokes becoming more insistent, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. You gasped, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you completely.

"I need...I need to c*m," you begged, your voice shaking with need. Caleb chuckled, his eyes darkening with pleasure.

With one last, powerful thrust, he sent you spiraling over the edge, your body convulsing around his fingers. He watched as your eyes rolled back, your mouth open in a silent scream, savoring the moment as your orgasm washed over you.

When your tremors subsided, Caleb withdrew his fingers, the glistening digits a testament to your pleasure. He took a moment to admire your flushed skin and the sheen of sweat that covered your body, a look of pure adoration on his face.

With a smirk, Caleb coated his cock with the juices of your climax, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The sight was intoxicating, his shaft shiny and hard, begging for release. "Ready for the main event?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

You nodded, your body more than ready for the final act. Caleb positioned himself once more, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushed in, inch by inch, filling you up until he was fully sheathed. The feeling was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

He began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that had you moaning his name. Your eyes never left his, the intimacy of the moment etched into every line of his face as he lost himself in you.

Caleb's teeth sank into his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure began to take over. You felt his cock pulse inside you, the promise of his release growing more intense with each thrust.

He leaned down, his mouth claiming yours once again as his hips picked up speed. Your moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of your passion. Caleb's hand found its way to your clit, his thumb flicking it in time with his strokes.

The orgasm built within you, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to last an eternity. Caleb's grip on your hip tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt himself nearing his own climax.

With one final, desperate push, Caleb released himself inside you, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. You felt the warmth of his cum fill you up, the sensation sending you over the edge once more.

Your body trembled as he collapsed onto you, his breathing ragged in your ear. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine.

Caleb's cock remained inside you, the warmth of his seed a reminder of the intimate bond you had just shared. He rolled you onto your side, his body spooning yours as his hand rested on your stomach. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, leaving a gentle, possessive mark.

"I can't believe this is happening," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and love.

You giggled, the sound lost in the aftermath of your orgasm. "Me neither." you replied, the words muffled by the pillow. Despite the exhaustion, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you.

As the last of his cum leaked out of you, the stickiness served as a reminder of the passion you had just shared. Caleb's arms tightened around you, his breathing evening out as he nuzzled into your neck.

"I love you pipsqueak," he whispered into your hair, the words a warm embrace that seemed to seep into your very soul.

"I love you too," you murmured, your voice sleepy. "Let's get some rest."

Caleb chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "Best idea I've heard all night. It was a looong day. And besides, I gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Gideon's place. Gotta return his gift and get yours back."

"Ohhhhh. Okay. Mind if I come?"

"You came twice." He teased about the event that occurred between you almost seconds ago.

"Caleb!" You hissed threateningly, as you slap his shoulder playfully, "I meant if I can accompany you tomorrow!"

"Yeah yeah." Caleb cheekily says, "I'll get your gift back and you can hand him his personally."

"Absolutely not."

Caleb laughs but nonetheless kisses your forehead and agrees that you'll accompany him tomorrow.

And with that, the two of you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, entwined in each other's embrace, the scent of your love lingering in the air.

Authors Note: So... I was at a loss for which LNDS man to enter the story next - any suggestions? How about a poll? Also - can someone explain to me HOW THE HECK DO YOU PUT THAT LINK OF THE PREVIOUS OR NEXT CHAPTER WITHOUT SHOWING THE ENTIRE LINK !? I've been banging my head the last week figuring it out.

But anyways - Have a great day! Hope you enjoyed the story :)

[it-happened-one-fic]

Bridal Visions: Photoshoot #7 - Snezhnaya Bridal - Years to Come

Summary: Modeling bridal clothes with Childe was bound to be an experience ripe with flirtatious teasing. There was simply no way he’d be able to help himself and you knew that. What wasn’t quite as expected was the innate softness that seemed to bleed into your interactions though. It was almost enough to make you question if it was really just because of the clothes you were wearing.

Type: Female reader/ 800 Followers Event/ series/ sfw/ fluff/

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Word Count: 1265

I stood next to Childe with my arms crossed and my head tilted to one side as we watched the photographer and the designer of the wedding clothes we were modeling set up a myriad of props for our photoshoot.

Childe idly plucked at the veil that hung from my head, causing me to glance his way with slightly raised eyebrows as he adjusted it before frowning at my lace-coated arms in an almost judgmental fashion before he chuckled slightly, “You could never wear that Snezhnaya. You’d freeze to death.”

I shook my head, smiling amusedly at the ginger as I gestured slightly with one hand, “That’s why the wedding would have to be indoors.”

He snorted, an amused grin flickering across his face as he looked back towards the two women preparing the room.

I tilted my head as I looked at him, half-humming to myself thoughtfully. But true to form, Childe actually looked really good in his suit, though wearing a darker red shirt with a brown tie, white vest, and tan suit jacket did seem rather daring to me. 

But then, he hadn’t actually been the one to pick out his clothes. The designer, Chiori, had.

And even if he had complaints about the wedding gown I was wearing, I couldn’t say that I did.

It was true that the lacy sleeves might not hold in any warmth, but that didn’t make the dress any less attractive. And there was something exciting about wearing a wedding gown. 

Though imagining myself in a wedding dress with Childe by my side was never something I’d braved before. After all, he was a Fatui harbinger with at least three names already under his belt. I wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready to add “honey” or “dear” to that list.

“Okay, come here, Y/n.” I blinked at the sound of my name before I hurriedly trotted over to where Chiori stood, grasping at the long, fitted skirt as I went.

I hardly knew the designer at all, but I already had the impression that she wasn’t someone to be messed with. Even if she’d designed an entire line of exquisite bridal clothes for the nations all across Teyvat.

The inspiration she’d taken from Snezhnaya was embroidery. The bottom of my otherwise flawlessly white gown was perfectly coated with red embroidery that matched Childe’s shirt. And though the embroidery might not cover the entire dress and instead faded out into pure white that was covered in delicate lace around the bodice of the dress, it was undeniably Snezhnayan in style.

That, paired with the kokoshnik tiara that held my veil in place, made the dress obviously Snezhnayan.

I came to stop next to the woman, and she gestured lightly to the wooden bench, “Alright, sit here, please.”

As I sat, she adjusted my skirt and veil until she finally stepped back to look at me before a smug smile crept onto her face for the briefest of seconds, and she nodded approvingly.

And then she turned to Childe, her smile dropping and her tone turning once more authoritative, and she beckoned him over with a slight wiggle of her fingers, “Now you.”

And when I glanced his way with a slight smile and bounce of my shoulders, I found myself blinking in surprise.

But he was just standing there smiling at me. Not with amusement or like he was about to say something to me in a characteristic teasingly flirtatious manner.

Rather, he was smiling with a distinct fondness that had me faltering before he broke eye contact and walked over. Nodding towards Chiori as she began to give him his instructions, “I want you to kneel here in front of her.”

He knelt obediently, and she immediately shook her head, “No. No. Not like that. You’ve already proposed, and now you’re fixing to get married. Put both of your knees on the ground.”

I blinked, almost snickering as his eyes widened in surprise before he did as he was told. Looking almost sheepish as he rested his hands on his knees and looked back up at her.

And I mirrored his motions, looking up at her as I awaited her next instructions. But for a moment she just looked at the two of us. A slight frown on her face as she glanced between us with a thoughtful expression before nodding.

“You. Cross your arms and rest them on her knees. Lean towards her a bit too,” Chiori pointed as she spoke, and Childe did as he was ordered. Causing me to glance down at him even as she started to instruct me.

“Alright, you rest one hand on his arm and the other….” She trailed off, frowning slightly as she tilted her head.

“What about resting it on my shoulder?” Childe helpfully chimed in, glancing between the two of us as I did as he said before glancing her way questioningly until she slowly nodded.

“That looks good. Now hold that position and make sure to smile at each other. Remember. You’re happy and in love,” We nodded simultaneously at her even though she’d already turned and was headed back to where the photographer stood. Already set up and ready to take our picture.

And then I looked down at Childe only to find him grinning at me in a way that promised he was about to say something. And he didn’t disappoint, “So we’re in love now?”

I almost snorted at him, an amused smile slipping onto my face, “You don’t really look it though. You look more smug than anything else.”

“Hey, it’s not every day I get told that my bride is in love with me,” His smile was wide now, and I laughed lightly.

I wasn’t quite able to keep the sarcasm out of my voice as I held his gaze, “I would hope that your bride being in love with you would go without saying.”

He leaned forward slightly, tilting his head so his eyes could stay on mine as he teased, “You can’t blame a guy for wanting some reassurance, though.”

It was odd, but I felt my smile soften as I looked at him. And a small part of me wondered if this was what he would look like on his wedding day. I had no doubt that he would be flirtatiously teasing no matter what.

My fingers spread lightly where they rested easily on his shoulder, as comfortable as could be, and I nodded slightly. My voice coming out surprisingly softly even as I continued to smile fondly at him, “No. I don’t suppose I can.”

A flash went off as he smiled back at me, his own expression having shifted to something sweeter than teasing but that was still undeniably Childe. Enough so that it had my smile widening even after the flash disappeared and Chiori had called that everything looked good.

And it was Childe that had to break eye contact as he stood, nodding at the designer and affirming that we were happy to help.

Especially since we were getting paid.

I almost snorted at his jest, and then he turned. Looking down at me with a wide smile as he held out his hand and helped me up. Even though it was hardly difficult to stand from the bench I’d been sitting on.

I felt my fingers tangle into his, as naturally as breathing, and, for a brief moment, I actually had to remind myself that this really was just a photo shoot.

One that I would remember fondly for years to come.

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[siremasterlawrence]

Bosses Psychedelic Delight

Before giving my letter of two weeks notice to my now ex-boss Lucas Barnes is a total asshole who has been attacking me for the last year and half with constant changes in dead lines. I think today is the day he is about to throw me out by not only firing me but humiliating me in the longterm, but I had to save my cool and my reputation by getting to him first and so I did by getting in early to set up.I created a new idea I initially plan to use in my new career but I could try it out earlier ifI wanted simply by digging in to my pocket to retrieve the dice in my hand and place it on his desk.I tickled myself excitingly with this new gag I set for him to find out as the impact of the device is impacting immediately as it lit up glowing ever so brightly coloring the room in a ray of multiple colors. He is a psychedelic sight to behold as I take a step breath to watch over the area at it’s majestic magical display of my handwork and my effort it is obviously all of my work and creative brilliance. I exit the room hearing the sound of elevator racing up at unknown speed to the top floor of the building as the door bings slowly it is opening for him and he stumps his way to his office door.The moment he steps in to the room he is noticing the device as manage to walk into my office unnoticed reaching for the remote as I click it and the device begins to beep loudly and automatically locks the room down. Before he could react, call for help or even attempt to run from the room sometimes I am left more in confusion, the light emits after I press the button on the remote it explodes in a array of multiple colors from wall to wall.I hit my head bending my body to see what my work has done leaving him mindless, he is emotionless with a blank stare covering his face all he can see is the side and his mind willingly consuming it as it soaks up literally the mind set of a doll.I dig for my cellphone as the app pops up automatically as I begin to type in a code on my phone causing my program to go off instinctively and soon swooping set of words flash on and off on the screen.The dice continues to project on the wall behind his desk washing over his face thelight then faces him as it takes pictures of him uploading to the system as he gives in to my spell.His body collapses in to the chair behind him as he sighs heavily, his eyes roll backInto his head, body slinks down, he is about to cum, his tongue hangs out with spittle drooling down.

“Hello boss!”

“I can see you are dazed”

“No need to worry”

“I am giving my two weeks notice “

“I will be pursuing my dreams but”

“Here is a big but”

“I am your Master now”

“You will work, slave and support me”

“You will earn my respect”

“Pay for your arrogance “

“I use to admire you”

“I hate you now, you bitch”

“You will learn your place”

“Are the bottom of the barrel”

“I shall claim you “

“You will know no success”

“You will tire and toil”

“You will know only me”

“Mwahahahahaha fucker! I want you”

“You are out of your mind now”

“Sit up straight “

“No! Straight up!”

“Uuuuhhhhh”

“Moron no moaning”

“God! You are a bitch”

“Yes a bitch”

“Fucking pussy”

“Mmmm”

“You like that name pussy”

“Uuuuhhh!”

“Ssshhhiiitttt!”

“You are nothing but property “

“You love me”

“Admit! I am not cruel”

“I am a delight”

“A psychedelic delight “

The end

[huggybearhughes43]

Lowkey p*rn vibes here but reader is friends with John and helps take care of his place when he goes on roadies and she’s cleaning up when she gets a stain on her clothes and decides to just do a load of laundry since she’s there. She borrows one of his dress shirts and she’s putting things in the laundry when he shows up earlier than expected to find her “stuck” in the washer leading to sex

Coffee stain

John Marino x Fem! Reader

Warnings- Smut, cream pie, PinV, slight fingering, squirting, friends with benefits, nipple sucking, on the washing machine

Summary- in the request :)

Word count- 696

I tossed my coffee stained dress into his dirty clothes bin. Johnny had asked me if I could check up on his house every other day while he was gone for hockey and that’s where I was now. The only open time of my day was in the morning so I decided to just make my coffee at his place, in which I spilled on myself. I turn, only in red panties and a matching bra, as I look around his closet.

I look through his shirts and pull out a black dress shirt that I hadn’t seen him wear in years, I figured it would pass as a dress if I pair it with a belt. For the time being I toss the shirt about myself and button it up. I pick up the laundry pain and carry it to his washing machine. I bend down and begin tossing clothes in the machine, my panties peaking from under the shirt.

My humming filtered out the sound of someone entering the house and walking towards me. I jump when I feel a hand cup my heat over my panties. I turn my head to see John and I let out a sigh of relief. “Johnny I-“ he cuts me off by pulling my panties aside and dipping his pointer finger deep into my pussy. “If I knew I’d come back home to see you looking like a whore out of a porno, I would’ve came back sooner.”

I moan and catch my balance by placing my hand on the top of the washer. My back arches as I grind back onto his finger, looking for more greedily. He pulls his hand back, pulling a protest from my mouth. He places his hands on my hips and turns me around before lifting me up and placing me on the washing machine. “Look at you, such a greedy whore f’me, huh?” He teases with a smirk, obviously joking with the nickname.

He spread my legs apart and stations himself in between them before locking his lips on my jaw. “Johnny, please-“ “I know pretty girl, I’ve got you.” He sucks hickeys onto me as he unbuttons the shirt I had borrowed from him. The last button popping open and his hand grope my breast. I arch my back into his hand, the hand that wasn’t holding myself up made its way to scratch his back.

He pulls my lacey bra down to expose my tit. His mouth moves to give kisses down my collar bone and further down until his warm mouth latches on my nipple. My hand moves up to lock themselves in his curls. His teeth tug as he pulls away, causing me to gasp out a moan. Without another word he unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out. I bite my lip as I watch him pull my panties to the side and line himself up.

“You ready, baby?” All I can do to respond to his question is nod. He stations both of his hands on either side of me on the machine before he pushes in. We both let out pornographic moans that really set the seen as he bottoms out in my warm cunt. He pulls back on and slaps himself back in, in a quick movement. The way the dress short way unbuttoned and my tits were spilling out of my bra, moving up and down as he pounded into my tight cunt looked straight out of a porno.

He grasps my hips as he moves faster and harder. I brace myself, wrapping my arms around him as he bruises my cervix. “I’m gonna cum, Johnny!” I moan out as I hold him onto tightly. “Where do you want it?” “In me! I need it in me-“ he slips up a moan as his warm cum coats my insides. The feeling tips me over the edge, my juices spray on his pants in a squirt. “That was so fucking hot.” He says breathlessly as he pulls out of me. “This,” he sighs as he zips up his pants and helps me stand and situate myself, “is happening more often”

[jae-bummer]

Let Me Take Care of You

Request: Hiii can i request a Chan fic Where reader accidentally raises her voice at him while she’s frustrated with uni work or something and he gets really hurt and kinda puts her in her place (respectfully of course) and makes her realize that she was wrong and later she apologizes and they make up 🤭

Pairing: Stray Kids Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Angst (with a happy ending)

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Your finger tapped helplessly on the down arrow of your keyboard as you looked to the bottom of the discussion question and then back up to read the initial prompt. A familiar hollow feeling nestled itself just behind your ribcage and its mere presence made your brain start to spin. You could hardly even read the question anymore, let alone answer it. The panic spiral had already begun, and you knew there was nothing left to do but ride it out.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you flipped to a new page in your notebook and began scribbling. Maybe if you could start some sort of thought process on paper, you'd find your way to an answer.

It was hard to ignore Chan's presence as he stared just over his own computer screen in your direction. The two of you often worked in tandem, you on classwork and he on genius producer things. Taking his headphones off and setting them around his neck, he focused solely on you. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," you ground out. You obviously weren't annoyed with him, but by simply addressing you, he had caused your sensitivities to prickle. In situations like this, it was best if no one talked to you and just let you handle your own feelings. You were like a powder keg waiting for anything even slightly flammable to set you off.

Chan nodded to himself and bit his lip. "Want to take a break and grab some lunch?"

You knew he was trying to diffuse the tension coursing through your mind in his own little Chan way. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to soften your bad mood.

"I can't even begin to tell you want I want to eat," you huffed. Your mind switched from the homework question and quickly flipped through your mental rolodex of dining options. Nothing sounded especially appetizing.

"We can get anything you want," he said with a sweet smile. He was trying to accommodate you, but all your brain could scream about was the thought of making another decision.

"Why can't you decide?" you muttered, switching back to your problem and beginning to scribble again.

"Okay," he hummed, looking toward the ceiling in thought. "Sushi? Ramen? I could get those little sausage things you like from-"

"You know what," you sighed, looking up at him briefly. "Why don't you just grab something? I'll eat when I'm feeling up to it."

"Y/N," he said quietly, obviously disappointed in your response. "You have to eat something. That's likely most of your problem right now."

"I don't have a problem," you huffed.

He was right. You definitely had a problem, and that wasn't even including the problem with your attitude.

"You know what I mean," he cooed. "You're hungry and overworked. You need a break."

"Is it that easy to say to others but not yourself?" you said quickly. Chan was just as bad when it came to his own needs.

He remained silent, narrowing his eyes at you. You could see him talking himself down before he tried again. "School is really stressful for you right now. I just want to help."

"Take care of yourself for once!" you said abruptly. The anger had reached a numbing level. All you wanted was to lash out and get him to leave you alone. "I don't need to be babysat. Last time I checked, I'm an adult."

"Then maybe you should start acting like it, yeah?" Chan snapped back. His words felt like a bucket of ice water thrown at your face. You instantly looked up, caught off guard by his well-hidden temper.

His eyebrows were furrowed, head tilted slightly, and his mouth made a thin line. It wasn't often that you saw him irritated with you, but when he was, it knocked something loose in your chest.

Trying your hardest not to cry at the situation you had orchestrated, you decided it was safer to look back down at your notebook. "I am acting like it. It's my responsibility to get this done and it has to come first."

"Wrong," he chuckled indignantly. "You come first. Always. Anything else can catch up."

"Do you even hear yourself when you speak?" you gasped. "You are literally the worst person in the world to give me this advice."

He lifted his brows. "I can admit to that, but at least I don't take out my frustrations on people just trying to help."

"You can't help, Chris," you hissed. "So maybe it's time for you to leave."

You regretted the words as soon as they left your lips. Chan let out a little huff of disbelief before springing quickly to his feet. Licking his lips, he stared you down. "If that's what you want."

Rather than accepting defeat and starting your groveling, you stared back. Chan smiled bitterly before beginning to pack away his laptop. After several minutes of tense silence, he finally swung his bag over his shoulder and levelled you with a look. Without another word, he walked toward the door and quietly let himself out.

"Overbearing," you clucked to yourself, trying to validate your words. "I have one father already; I don't need another."

You looked back helplessly to your computer screen and your vision immediately began to swim.

"Why did I do that?"

Letting a few hiccups bubble out of your mouth, you finally submitted to the tears trying to escape your eyes. You had really made a mess out of that one, hadn't you?

..

You knew that even if Chan was mad at you, he'd still pick up when you called. You wanted to actually apologize in person though, so first, you had to allow yourself to calm down. It was time to abandon the schoolwork at the table and take a long shower to clear your thoughts. Once that was complete, the next step of your plan was to actually attain food and use it as a peace offering.

After picking up a few things at several food places, you made your way toward the JYP building. Knowing him, he was probably locked away, pouring his emotions out into a song. He tended to be a recluse in general when it came to his music, let alone when you had given him a reason to want to escape.

Trudging up the steps and through the door, you went through security clearance before making your way into the elevator. Your palms were growing more and more sweaty, and you tried to think of a good starting point for your penance.

Before coming up with anything that was any good, the elevator doors were already sliding open and spitting you out where you needed to be. Taking a deep breath, you slowly made your way toward the familiar fogged glass of Chan's studio. Knocking lightly on the door, you waited only a few seconds before he pulled it open. His expression was still icy as he shifted his attention from you to the bags in your hands. "What's this?"

"Food," you cringed. "Can I come in?"

Giving a curt nod, he stepped backwards and cleared a path for you. He shut the door after you walked through and leaned against it, simply watching as you began to pull things out of bags.

"I got the rice cakes-" you started, but immediately paused as you looked in his direction. You expected to find some type of warmth in his eyes, but he was still very obviously mad.

You shouldn't have been surprised. Ignoring the issue wasn't going to get you anywhere.

"Chris," you began, standing up straight and wandering a little closer to him. You nervously shuffled your weight from one foot to the other. "I wanted to say...I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

That stung, but you deserved it.

"I said so many things that I didn't really mean," you said quietly, feeling those traitorous tears begin to gather again. "Well, I did mean some of them, but not in the way they came out."

He lifted his brows, remaining silent.

"You taking care of yourself is something really important to me too. It wasn't kind or helpful to throw your own challenges back in your face," you whispered. "I know you said it all out of concern for my well-being and I was just an overstimulated ass trying to let out the pressure of my own frustration."

Chan nodded, still not offering up a word. You would wait as long as he needed to formulate a response. Instead, you were surprised as he sprung toward you and crushed you in his arms. Letting out a light squeak, you grabbed for purchase.

"Thank God," he whispered into your hair.

"For?" you croaked. He was squeezing the air out of you, but it would be a content death if it were to happen.

"I really couldn't stand the thought of being upset with you any longer," he groaned. Kissing the top of your head, he then leaned back so he could look into your eyes. "I hate it when we fight."

"This one was all my bad," you sighed. "I'm sorry."

"And I'm sorry for escalating it when I could have just left it alone," he nodded, a sad smile on his face. "But you have to know something, baby. I'm always going to protect you, even if it's from yourself."

You leaned your forehead against his chest and sniffed. You didn't know what you had done to deserve him, but you must have been a martyr in your past life.

"Hey," he cooed, stepping backwards. He lifted your chin so you would look at him. "It's okay. We're okay."

"You promise?" you questioned, already knowing the answer.

"I promise," he smiled easily.

It didn't take much to close the gap and plant your lips over Chan's. His arms already wrapped around your waist tugged you closer, making your chest flush against his. He reached up, clutching the side of your face in one hand. Pulling away what could only have been a few centimeters, he whispered against your lips "Just let me take care of you next time, yeah?"

You nodded, pressing another kiss to his mouth. You could feel the smile behind his lips as he continued to kiss you back, really driving home just how okay you both were. When it came to making you feel comfortable again, you were pretty certain that Chan would kiss you until the end of time.

"Aren't you hungry?" you finally managed in between shared breaths. You weren't sure why that was your chief concern when you had a whole Bang Chan in your grip.

"Respectfully," he grinned. "I'll eat when I'm feeling up to it."

"Jerk," you laughed, slapping playfully at his chest.

"I'm not done," he purred, kissing the corner of your mouth. "But let's eat, then we can worry about all of the making up we have left to do."

[dinozarr]

brainrot of simply pussywhipped!gojo me thinks..

† part two.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 . . . who wants nothing more than to eat you out religiously. he doesn’t do it simply just to pleasure you, but also because he’s just that obsessed with your throbbing sex. he loves the way your kneading thighs wrap around his head so desperately. how every time you try to pull away and lift yourself from his vigorous tongue, he just pulls you right back down to lick every last droplet of juice that spread across your folds.

⠀⠀⠀⠀he will gladly lie down for hours on end, having you hit numerous orgasms with tears practically embedded into your cheeks. even when you’re doing calming activities such as reading a book in bed, or watching your favorite show; gojo is right there between your legs just slurping up all the juices you leak out. it’s obviously consensual because the man will not lay a hand on you until he hears a bold lettered “yes” come from your mouth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀every time you two do missionary his hands are always placed on your waist with his hips curling ever so diligently that has your eyes rolling so far back that you swear you can see the light. your back arches off the bed with ease, satoru’s opposite hand sliding it’s way to your lower back while he hovers over you and watches how you take every inch of him so well. it was like the universe hand crafted you solely for him and his dick alone.

⠀⠀⠀⠀the way he slides in and out of you with ease, each vein that trails down his sides caressing your walls so deliciously. how his throbbing tip pokes your cervix every few moments, causing that spine chilling knot to form in the depths of your stomach. it doesn’t help when he firmly presses a hand down on your lower abdomen to feel himself inside of you, your hands instantly going to grasping at his wrist with a slight chuckle tumbling from his lips. he watches as you whine and cry from the pressure, his bottom lip tugging between his silver lined teeth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “atta girl.” he murmurs softly prior to leaning down and catching your lips with his own, his hips picking up the pace just so he can feel your hands press against his chest with your mouth falling open ajar.

NOTEZ : erm !!! hope you guys liked this lil shit cause i have nothing else to post atm and i don’t like how my writing is turning out for the noritoshi drabble so i’m gonna fix it in the morning. anyways ENJOY🫶‼️

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