#❀ anons: 🧸

[gallaghersgal]

hi hi hi today i’m thinking about carmy (as usual oopsie) and his girl who loves him more than anything. she loves him so much she always supports him with the restaurant, she listens to his ideas, tastes his meals and gives her honest opinion, she makes sure to take care of him because he often forgets about that. she’s just that girl <3

and maybe for his birthday or their anniversary (or the bear’s opening day’s anniversary?) she spends months preparing a book similar to the dozens they have in their living room or in the office at the bear. you know those professional cook books? with the impeccable meal pictures and the chef in deep concentration and explanations about each piece? she spends months snapping pictures of carmy while he’s working at the bear (when the restaurant is closed and he’s trying stuff out), him and the rest of the team, she’ll snap pictures of the meals he makes and take notes when he explains the idea behind it to put it in the book. she asks to take pictures of his notes too and he says yes, she doesn’t tell him what she’ll do with them though (but it’s okay because he trusts her <3) and just compiles everything so she can offer it to him. she adds her own notes and maybe at the end a longer note where she tells him what she thinks of him and his work and how much she loves him.

carmy gets too into his own head and it keeps him from seeing all the good he does, the positive side of things, the fact that he’s loved and he has people who care about him. and this book just has it all <3

-🧸

sobbing bc i started writing this and then accidentally closed it and the draft didn't save so anyways. this is very sweet so here is a mini blurb. sorry for the wait my lovely 🧸

carmen can't believe how lucky he is, to have someone like you as his wife. sweet, thoughtful, smart, and caring. he isn't an emotional man by any means, burying his feelings in nicotine and the rhythm of the kitchen. you've realized that even those closest to him don't know his intricacies, not in the way that you do. it's hard to break the surface of him but you've done it.

a lone tear trails down his cheek while trembling fingers flip the pages of your meticulously crafted anniversary gift. a cookbook, full of the most significant recipes in his repertoire. the pages were adorned with scans from his sketchbook. there were pages upon pages of old draft menus, sketches of unperfected dishes, and his handwritten recipes. each item included a 'professional' photo of the dish—courtesy of sugar and the fancy camera she bought before the baby's arrival—recreated by the bear staff and others you'd tracked down.

but the part that really gets him comes at the end. a faded photograph of mikey, sugar, and himself at the beef, holding up sandwiches and grinning. his childhood order is written in your handwriting, his choices annotated in a way that teases him even through the page.

"bear?" you ask quietly, poking your head into the office. you knew he was opening your gift, you'd been pretending to care about something on the hostess stand. too nervous. your heart is a little too bare on the pages.

carmen looks up with blue eyes sparkling and lays the book down on his desk. "you. c'mere, right now," he mumbles, extending one strong arm to hook around your waist and grapple you into his lap. his soft lips flutter against your neck, jaw, and cheek, and your giggles keep him from kissing your lips effectively.

"happy anniversary carmen," you whisper. his head falls to the crook of your neck, almost like he's hiding. and maybe he is, with what he tells you next.

"you, are the best wife, a man could ever ask for," he mumbles against your skin, each pause is punctuated with a kiss. he sounds choked up, and you pretend not to notice. "an' i thank whatever powers-that-be ev'ry day that i get to call you mine."

[sacharinee]

hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD

-🧸

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader w/c: 750 a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)

you’re sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriend’s surgery to finish.  

when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasn’t too keen on the idea. peter wasn’t afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasn’t one of them. 

“can’t you stay here with me?” 

“stay? baby, no they’re gonna be drilling in your teeth.”

“but i-”

“and it’s gonna be bloody and nasty and i don’t wanna have to see all that.”

you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boy’s horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.

“but,” you stand, “you’re gonna do amazing, you’re gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.” you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“y/n/n, wait but-” you drop his hand on the way out, “bye, love you baby! be good!”

“y/n!”

two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery. 

you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didn’t think it would be this bad. 

when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.

peter’s head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence. 

“hi baby, how you feeling?” you give him a beaming smile.

your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.

peter takes a moment to stare at you, “woaahh” he languidly slurs his words, “you’re so pretty.” 

you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, “wait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and she’s-” he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, “i’m in trouble.”

you can’t help but let out a laugh, he’s so dopey. 

your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, “i’m your girlfriend, silly.” 

a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, “get out!” you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.

“so do we have sex?”

the awkward silence in the room kills you. 

your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, “peter, no.”

“no?!” he sighs in disappointment, “aw man.” your boyfriend pouts at the floor, “what have i been doing with my life.”

“oh my god, pete,” when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, “sometimes we do.”

the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, “really?!”

the boy seriously has no filter.

as you’re packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, “wait y/n,” he pauses, “my face kinda feels weird.”

you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, “oh my god…” peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“my face… it’s so fat!” he’s got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, “y/n,” sniffle. “will-” sniffle. “will you still love me if my face is so fat?” 

you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, “of course, i would.”

he seems pleased with your answer because he’s back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. “hey, mr dentist,” he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, “d’you know i’m spider-man?”

you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, “jesus christ.”

you turn to the older man who’s chuckling at his mental state and shrug, “he also thinks he’s luke skywalker from star wars.”

“but i am!-” “okay bug boy, lets go.”

“where we going?”

“home, sweetie.”

he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, “to have sex?”

“oh my god.”

soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car. 

he’s extremely dramatic. 

he’s got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he can’t walk - which he definitely can.

“peter, i know you can walk. c’mon help me out,” you beg.

“no, i can’t" he moans, "carry me,” he demands.

“what? no,”

“why not?”

“because you’re too heavy.”

and he’s crying all over again, “i knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!”

[minswriting]

Min!! Congrats on 900 followers! I love your work so so much, you inspire my work, you are so incredible and talented - I love you i love you i love youuuuu!!!

I have come with a dirty request. I would like season 3ish Spencer, being taught by reader how he should touch her since he’s not that experienced and then Spencer flusteredly being like ‘could you show me how you touched me last time so I can remember how to do it myself’ AAAA just like something about TEACHING that SOB that knows everything itches something deep and horny in my brain. Xoxo 🧸

AHHHH THIS IS SUCH A LATE RESPONSE IM SO SORRRYYYY however i love this request so of course i will write it. my apologies for being so slow with stuff lately guys. life be getting in the way 😔😔

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | fingering (f), squirting

your relationship with spencer was still relatively new. you guys had been dating for about a month or so and have only done a few sexual things to one another. he had watched you get yourself off before, taking in the movements of your fingers at the different parts of your cunt. and he desperately wanted to make you feel good too.

so, one night, after spencer had gotten home from a case, the two of you were sat on his couch, watching some old movie. and he just looks at you randomly and goes “can you teach me how to please you like you do yourself?”

it caught you off guard for a moment. you didn’t comprehend his words right away but the moment you did, you couldn’t help but smile. “is that what’s been on your pretty mind tonight?” you asked, looking at your boyfriend.

spencer simply pressed his lips together in an awkward smile, nodding his head. “uh…yes?” he said, sounding unsure.

“of course i can teach you,” you exclaimed.

which led to the two of you on the couch as you sat in between spencer’s legs, back to his chest, with your pants and panties off. your legs were spread and you held spencer’s hand in yours. “firstly, you take your finger and you spread the wetness around.” you said softly, bringing his hand down to your pussy and guiding his pointer finger up and down your slit, spreading the wetness around. “it’s not a necessity but it helps just lubricate everything.”

“you’re so wet,” spencer whispered in awe as he gently moved his finger up and down you slit.

you let out a breathy laugh, nodding your head. “for you? always.” you replied. you then guided two of his fingers to your clit. “this, this is the-“

“the clitoris, a sensitive area located on top of the vulva. it’s a primary sensory organ of female sexual response,” spencer interrupted, going into factual mode for just a moment. without thinking about it, he began rubbing your clit gently.

you let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering shut. it never failed to turn you on when spencer spewed random facts. it also very much helped that he was a quick learner because your brain always went to mush when your pussy was being played with. “y-you just keep doing that for a little while,” you stuttered, holding onto spencer’s arm as he rubbed your clit.

spencer didn’t say anything in response as he just looked at you from over your shoulder. tentatively, he leaned his head to your shoulder blade, kissing your skin gently. the action sent shivers down your spine as he began kissing towards your neck.

after a few minutes, you had decided that you needed to be filled, grabbing spencer’s hand and stopping his movements. “now, you’re going to insert a finger,” you brought his fingers to your hole, grabbing his middle finger. “this one,” you exclaimed. “you’re going to insert that finger inside,” you whispered.

“like this?” spencer asked as his digit slowly entered inside of you. your walls fluttered at the intrusion, clenching around his finger. “you’re so tight.”

“mhm,” you said before swallowing. “and now you gently thrust it in and out, slowly at first before adding a second finger. and if you curve your finger,” spencer did just that, causing you to jolt and let out a moan. “that is the g-spot.” you whimpered.

“so if i do this,” he began thrusting his finger in and out of you gently, making sure to make a “come here” motion with his finger inside of you. “it’ll feel good?”

you moaned, nodding your head. “very good,” you replied.

spencer simply moved his finger in and out of you at a slow pace, making sure to graze your sweet spot each time. he couldn’t help but press himself against you, his cock so hard from touching you. after a few minutes, he added a second finger, moving his fingers at the same pace.

“f-faster, please,” you whimpered.

and spencer complied. he began moving his fingers faster, hitting your spongy spot each time. “like this?” he asked hotly into your ear.

“just like that,” you moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure. “oh my god.”

the room was filled with the sound of spencer’s fingers moving in and out of your pussy. the noise just getting wetter as his fingers began squelching. and without any warning, you squirted around his fingers, whining and moaning in his arms. “oh fuck,” you moaned out.

it didn’t take a genius to realize you had squirted for the first time. spencer smirked to himself, unable to help it. “that good, huh?” he asked a bit smugly as he continued finger fucking you so good.

you whined, nodding your head. “so good, spence, oh my god,” you replied. you could feel the heat tightening in your abdomen as your orgasm approached. “so close, so close.”

spencer let out a soft moan as he could feel his cock twitching in his pants from this whole scenario. he continued working his fingers inside of you, determined to make you cum.

and with a choked moan, you began cumming. you arched your back against spencer as your thighs clenched around his hand. you let out a high pitched moan, toes curling as you came. and spencer just watched it all as he fingered you through your orgasm.

without any warning, spencer shuttered as he came in his pants from the sight of you cumming on his fingers. “o-oh,” he moaned, ropes of cum painting his boxers and pants.

and when the both of you came down from your highs, spencer pulled out his fingers and the both of you breathed heavily, leaning back to relax. after a few minutes of silence, you spoke “i have never squirted before,” you said in disbelief.

spencer hummed, smiling goofily at you. “glad to be your first then.” he replied, kissing the back of your head.

“and i can’t believe you came in your pants.” you replied.

“oh shut up.” spencer exclaimed.

it was safe to say that fingering you quickly became spencer’s absolute favorite thing in the world.

[ningvory]

i don’t know if you’re comfortable with this (so if you are you can ignore it ofc)

but would you be down to write something about doctor! karina fucking you? (i have a huge medical play kink i am so sorry)

have a nice day🤍

can i be 🧸 anon?

parings: doctor!karina x naïve!patient!f!reader

warnings: fingering, tit sucking, manipulation, kissing, rina’s a bit of a perv, reader has sensitive tits

omg first anon!! welcome aborddd <33 enjoy this small fic for now!

so you guys first meet when you had your first check up with her. she thought you were so cute, wearing a cute lil skirt with a crop top scrolling on your phone until you jump after hearing her walk in.

from the jump she would be so touchy, feeling you down a little too much than mandatory. which you of course didn’t know and just thought that’s what she’s supposed to do.

she purposely make it freezing in her room so that she can see your hardened nipples poke out from your top. she’d grope your tits and rub your upper thighs while lowly talking to you. keen eyes watching how flustered you are, trying your hardest to not let out any sounds you’ve been holding in. after each check up she would get more and more bold, until she ultimately decided to fuck you!

once again she would greet you like any other day, pushing you to lay down on the bed that’s covered in a white paper sheet.

“we have to do some inspections on your private areas. it works better on bare skin if you’re comfortable. just to make sure everything’s healthy.” she told you with an innocent smile plastered on her face.

so of course you obliged, not wanting her job to be more difficult than it already is. you took off your top and unclasped your bra, letting your tits be exposed to her and taking off your panties.

she’d feel up your tits, making you jolt and bite your lips to contain your noises because your tits we’re just so sensitive! she’d notice this and just smirk, and just start pinching your nipples. making you let out a whimper, gasping and covering your mouth with wide eyes.

“oh? you like that?” karina asked, groping your tits, “uncover your mouth, pretty. wanna hear your cute noises.” this did nothing but made your cunt begin to drool with your arousal.

karina would get so curious, wondering what noises she could get you to make. so she’d start sucking on your neck, searching for your sweet spot until you let out a whine.

“that’s where you like it, princess?” she’d smirk, using her skilled hands to rub your lil bundle of nerves making you squeal out. you never expected for your doctor to completely ruin you right when there were people outside her door!

she’d have to pin you down when she started fingering you because you were moving around so much! kissing you so that your moans were muffled because they were so high pitched and loud she didn’t want anyone to come in here and ruin your lil session :((

you left her room with legs shaking barely able to stand! but she did slip her number into your phone, texting you to come over to her house. let’s just say you two definitely had a night, and your doctor definitely knew how to fuck someone stupid.

[fcthots]

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.” with protective upset and slightly unhinged jason would be so so good oh my god. like if something bad happens to reader and he has to get violent to defend her… yeah.

-🧸

You were on you way home, out later than you should have been, but your friend needed moral support after a breakup and you lost track of time.

Unfortunately while both you & Jason's apartment and your friend's were just off the edge of crime alley, your friend's apartment was on the opposite end of you and Jason. All of this is to say, unless you wanted to be out after midnight, you had to pass through crime alley after dark. It was just a five minute walk there, when daylight spared you of most of the dangers of Gotham, but it was pitch black now. You should have driven, but at the time it didn’t seem necessary.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You walked as fast as possible.

You didn’t even have a purse on you. Your phone was in the leather jacket Jason had bought you as a present and you had 20 dollars stuffed somewhere in your pant pockets.

Were you supposed to turn left here? Yeah, you recognize that streetlamp.

You would call Jason, but your phone is fucking dead and it's not like you were gonna ask your crying friend for a charger. And you didn’t realize how late it had gotten until you stepped outside with no way to get back into your friends apartment.

You were in the home stretch, just in the outskirts of crime alley. Almost freedom.

Never let it be said that you were lucky. All of your luck was used getting your hot ass boyfriend. Luck gone.

The man had a knife and was screaming for your wallet. Your wallet that you did not bring with you.

"Give me the wallet or I'm gonna spill your guts on the fucking ground!"

Just because your boyfriend was scary looking, did not mean you were used to scary men, especially ones that yelled at you. Your hands shook and you weren't sure what to do.

"I don’t have it. All I have is 20 dollars, please."

"That's a fucking lie. I see your jacket. I know that shit is expensive. Lie to me again and I'll slit your throat."

Fuck. If you had to guess, it would be Jason that would find your body. You didn’t want it to be Jason. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing your lifeless eyes. You know what it's like to look into your soulmates lifeless eyes and realize they're gone forever; you were hoping Jason would never have to experience that.

"It's-"

"Tough luck... I guess I could accept other forms of payment."

He bares his teeth in a grin as he sees the look on your face.

"Unless you'd prefer that no one ever finds your body?"

You're really glad you told Jason you loved him before he left for patrol.

The man starts getting closer to you. You can't talk, can't scream, can't think. You were gonna die alone.

You think you mumble out a 'please' before your back hits the wall. His knife was to your throat, but all you could think about was Jason.

There was a bang that you didn’t fully register. Before you could think twice about it, your mugger was on the ground. You didn’t move. You stayed, frozen, silent tears running down your cheeks.

"Shh, it's ok. You're ok. It's me."

You finally focused your eyes and saw the white lenses staring at you, his arms in the air.

You babbled nonsense. You couldn't breathe.

You tried to back away from the man on the floor, but you almost fell. You swore your legs were going to give out. Jason was at your side in less than a second. He lifted you over the bleeding body on the ground, supported your weight as your knees buckled.

He tucked your face into the crook of his neck and you choked on air.

"I've got you. Match my breaths, ok? Good. You're doing great. You're ok, I promise."

All you could manage to get out was his name.

"'M right here. Just breathe. Focus on that for me." His hand cradled the base of your neck.

Eventually you stopped crying. Eventually you could breathe again. Eventually Jason led your face away from his neck to look at you. Your whole body shook. You watched as he drew his hand up to his helmet and heard this hiss and click and he took it off. He took your jaw in one of his hands.

He wiped the splattered blood and tears off your cheeks with a gloved hand, traced the trail of fresh blood and broken skin on your neck from where the knife was pressed against you. “I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

You looked into his eyes as they flashed an inhuman green, and you believed him.

Bonus:

"Wait, Jay. Did you just happen to stumble across me?"

"There...may or may not be a tracker in the jacket I bought you... You were in one place for too long."

"I hate that that makes me feel safer."

He smiles apologetically. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[killakalx]

— Master list ;;

notes ;; all headcanons/short answered asks for characters are under their respective tags (ex. dick grayson hcs are found under ‘kali ;; dg’), and all claimed anon emojis are listed in the tags of this master list. As of July 2024, All of these works are 18+//MDNI

— dick grayson

drunk in love

mirror sex

first time w/ bsf!dick

jealous!reader

just overstim

face fucking

bsf!dick makes you squirt

jealous bsf!dick

bsf!dick, sloppy seconds

fratboy!dick grayson/1k celebration

eating you out while otp

stoner!dick grayson

fucked before your flight

bsf!dick jerking off <3

— jason todd

nasty wall sex w/ ak!jason (cw: gunplay)

pheromone oil driving him insane

sleepy sex blurb

mean/rough sex

brat taming w/ ak!jason (cw:gunplay)

using his hands as restraints

rough choking w/ ak!jason

sneak peek at my wips

— misc.

triple threat (dick, jason & roy)

batcat x reader threesome

jealousy with jason & dick

breeding kinks w/ jason & dick

threesome hcs (dick, jay, bruce, roy, terry)

happy pride month to me :)

[missestokyo]

Percy Jackson x Apollo child!Reader

[headcanon]

Summary: golden retriever dating another golden retriever

Warning: N/A

A/N: N/A

Request: 🧸anon

You’re the definition of a golden retriever

And that's what drew Percys attention

You're such a sunshine, and, weirdly, always happy

Percys loves being with you, according to him, you make his day better

Every time Clarisse mess with Percy, you always says that she doesn't do it out of harm

Percys always "🤨" when you say it, while you just "😊"

You make flower crowds for him

He never take it of

Sometimes when he's stressed he lay in you lap while you sing and play with his hair (he always falls asleep)

If you go to the mission, you're always trying to solve the group problems with Groover

When Ednas "pet" was trying to eat y'all, you're just like:

"Dont blame it, its just a baby :("

Sometimes you're just too pure for this world

But that doesn't mean you can't fight

Mess with your friend and someone may end up with a leg and/or arm missing

That makes Percy fall harder for you

Your dinamics as a couple consist in:

Painting together (he's not pretty good at it) to killing monsters

You guys are a sunshine golden retriever x golden retriever couple

[sserasin]

bff!jake who sends their sex tapes and nudes to any boy reader gets close to or asks out so she would be his only !!!

- 🧸🎀

marking territory

cw nsfw under cut, noncon/dubcon, female reader, bff!fwb!jake, unprotected sex (he pulls out n cums on reader), he records with consent and sends it without consent(or knowledge), dehumanizing kinda, brief mention of cravity minhee and hyeongjun, orgasm denial

“i—it’s not nice,” you whine, pawing at his shirt. jake chuckles, grabbing your wrists with one hand and bringing them up over your head.

“yeah? well it’s not nice when guys try to get with my girl when they know she’s mine,” jake’s grip tightens, slowly rocking his hips into yours.

you let out a pathetic sob, eyes scrunching shut as you weakly bang a fist against his chest, but words stubborn as ever like he’s not filling you up to the brim— “i’m not yours!”

jake’s free hand grabs your face, turning you to look him in the eyes. your core tightens at the look on his face, feeling your cheeks puff up from the hold he has on your cheeks. “so i’ve gotta show you, too, huh?”

before you can ask what he means, his thrusts become quicker, rendering you speechless. broken moans leave your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as a way to ground you as he quite literally splits you in two.

unbeknownst to you, jake’s head turns to where his phone sits and he lets go of your wrists to grab it. he quickly slides his thumb on the screen, switching to video recording and raising it above your body.

“did you like when minhee said you were pr—pretty?” jake grunts in between pants, and your brows furrow, eyes fluttering open to stare at him. you realize he’s recording you, but you had already told him previously he could— whenever. you dismiss it, staring up at him through lidded eyes. you could barely register what he was saying, with his cock hammering into you repeatedly. “i’m surprised hyeongjun didn’t come in his p—pants right there when you touched his— damn— arm.”

a shriek leaves your lips as the knot in your stomach tightens, tears slipping down your cheeks, “j—jake—”

“what better way to mark my territory than to ruin it?” the camera is shaky, but it’s light enough in the room that it gets your face and entire body in the frame. he moves the camera to get his cock sliding in and out of your puffy, abused pussy. juices squelch noisily and he can see the print of his head in your lower abdomen, and his eyes flutter shut. he groans, rutting up into you, “sh—shit—”

jake forces himself to pull out of you, pumping his cock with one hand and focusing the camera on your face with tears still trailing down. he comes with a short whimper, as if he’s biting it back. thick streams of cum land on your face, getting your eyelashes, cheeks, and mouth. your eyes blink open, sticky white on your lashes as you look up at him, “i didn’t—”

“shh,” jake shushes you, rubbing the head of his cock over your lips and smearing his come. “i’m not done with you, yet.” he ends the recording, tossing his phone back on the table.

hours later, as you’re passed out beside him in his bed, he makes sure to send the video to both minhee and hyeongjun, smirking when the read receipts turn from delivered to read.

neither boy looked your way ever again, much to your confusion and jake’s delight.

[frogchiro]

continuing being the omega for 141 from 🐙. they find out you’re an omega when you’re sick. and you curl up in their laps, all docile and sweet and glassy eyed like they’ve never seen from you before.

when you go into heat right after the sickness, it’s like you have planets orbiting around you. through the haze of it all, you have brief moments of lucidity. you remember laying with your back to soap’s chest, your flushed cheeks and bleary head laid back against his shoulders while he was buried balls deep in your ass. meanwhile ghost is making slow, precise strokes into your pussy and softly petting the hair out of your eyes.

you briefly remember graves (yes i’m including him i want him so bad) laying you down on top of him while you sobbed from overstimulation so he could rub his fingers up and down your back until you calmed. you remember price having to fuck you full so gaz could make you drink a little water and eat bites from a granola bar without throwing a fit.

when the heat is over, you blink awake and find yourself in your nest surrounded with large, sleeping men and you feel like the safest and luckiest person in the world. and you slump back down and run your hands over your slightly bulging tummy (full of cum) and snuggle back into price who unconsciously cradles you closer !!

-🧸 (tell me if someone else has used this emoji i’ll use a different one if so)

I actually don't think that this emoji is used, no, so I want to welcome 🧸anon!! <3 I really need to make an actual list of all my emoji anons

BUT OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE AND HOT JABDFUDBFU

Poor omega reader can't catch a break can she? :( First getting sick and immediately after going into heat but it turned out fine! A least she's mated now...to a whole pack of alphas but still!

And they'd be sooo sweet and careful with you since you're still dizzy from the post-heat headspace and the lingering sickness. All these big, dominant alphas would be crooning and rumbling quietly and release all these relaxing pheromones that will calm you down and make you feel comfortable.

The nest they've thrown together while not the prettiest is definitely comfy; military issued blankets, pillows and their clothes made for a surprisingly good mating place and judging by your happy purring they've done their job well.

Soap, König and Gaz being so insistent on cleaning and comforting you, bless their hearts :(( Together with you they're the youngest of the pack and as young alphas they feel the instinctual need to prove themselves to their omega mate that they're capable and able to provide. As the oldest and most experienced alpha, Price understands that need, he really does so he doesn't feel agitated but he can clearly feel the frustration rolling off of Ghost and Graves. They're not the youngest but they have still that possessive instinct even while in a pack.

So Price takes the initiative and with a warning growl he lifts you gently and places you right onto him and holds you close to his warm body with a pleased rumble. His fellow alphas may yowl and hiss and make displeased chirrups all they want but soon they all settle into one big cuddle pile with Philip gently nudging and nosing at your full belly with a smile and a quiet hope for a big healthy litter in the future.

But for now they all settle around you to ensure your safety even while asleep <3

You've just gained yourself the best and safest pack these can be, congrats <3

[princessbrunette]

boxer rafe who’s dating his coaches daughter WAAAA she prances around the room helping people out and then gets all nervous around him even tho they’re together, blushing red and offering him a water with a shy grin. he takes a swig of it and then offers it to her like ‘you been drinkin’?’ and she’s just all ashamed when she says no and he holds the bottle for her when he makes sure she drinks AHH. ‘PRIVATE PRACTICE’ ENDS UP IN HIM CAGING HER IN AGAINST THE TRAINING RING PROPPING HER UP ON THE ROPE AS HE MAKES HER DIZZY WITH HIS SLOPPY TONGUE KISSES WHILE HE FEELS HER UP

- 🧸

this is what boxer!rafe looks like to me 🙃 a lil older and more seasoned ….. like THAT man wants to keep u fucked and fed

like he’s so big n strong, but that same kind of whiny drawl he always has had when he speaks — imposing his height on you by closing in, cupping the back of your head with his massive hand when he speaks, asking “y’drinking water? hm?” and you just get all dumb and doe eyed, shaking your head :(( n naturally he has to bring the bottle to your mouth and tip it up for you, telling you to “drink up.” he’s dying to get his hands on you that day, thinks it’s so cute when you get flustered which is why he initiates the ‘private practice’ with you after training.

obviously it ends up with him backing you up against the ring, huge hands clasping your body whilst he kisses you all slow n nasty with loads of tongue :(( and poor you gets so whimpery and needy right there and then he has no choice but to take you right there on the mat, hand gently clasping your throat keeping your head up off the mat as he grinds his cock into you from behind, talking u through it :( “yeaaah. see? getting what you want sweetheart, keep takin’ it for me.”

he just loves that fact that you’re his coaches daughter idk it rlly gets him off 😭 innocent girl like you has no place being around all these rough and scary men but he likes knowing he can protect u

[gallaghersgal]

Hi there! How are we doing on this fine sunday? I spent the day at the beach and of course, that gave me some ideas so ahem ahem ✨beach day with carmy bear✨

First let’s talk about the most obvious thing ever but…this man looks HAWT okay?!!? He already does on a daily basis, doing the most regular things ever but at the beach????? 74 dead, 192 injured.

anyway yeah he looks really good but also:

You manage to whisk him away for a few days, just the two of you to relax and you rent a small house by the beach. Your goal is basically to get him to slow down a bit, catch up on some sleep and have fun, you know?That in itself is tough because he!!cannot!!relax!!!!!!!!! But he’s also very very in love so he agrees for a weekend away.

He carries all the bags because he was raised a gentleman and there’s no way you lift one pretty finger of yours k?

You insist on putting sunscreen on his back and face and okay maybe it’s just an excuse to give him a nice massage and maybe he knows that but plays along too

But he’s just as protective, always making sure you’re hydrated and you’re wearing your hat if you’re seating in the sun.

i might be almost 21 but playing in the waves!!!!!! and making sand castles!!!!! at first he might think it’s a little silly but not in a mean way, just the kind of thing he doesn’t think of to have fun because he just doesn’t have fun yk? but he helps you and realizes it is actually fun. it definitely turns into a competition btw and you end up both winning and eating ice cream as a reward.

Playing cards too!! i feel like he knows one or two great cars games that he’d teach you, something he got from Mickey or Cousin maybe?

also napping on the beach. he lays his head on your belly while you read and you’re playing with his hair and the weather is nice and it’s actually pretty good to feel the sun on his skin and—when you notice he’s sleeping, you don’t move, just let him take whatever he needs.

you 100% make sure to take a billion pictures of him, of the two of you (you send one of him sleeping to nat <3) and he tries to take aesthetic pictures of you, he snaps a few more just to keep for himself.

a lot of talking too!!! he’s been working a lot, you too, life got in the way so you take the time to catch up—you tell him about the new show you want to start with him, he tells you about a flea market he’d like to check out. It feels nice to catch up and somehow it reassures him? Like his anxiety gets too much and he’s scared you might be unhappy but then you talk and you tell him you love him and you want to do things with him and his chest feels less heavy.

who says day at the beach, says watching the sunset together. of course it’s beautiful but carmy keeps looking at you and the way the light seems to hit your features so perfectly well because he’s a sap.

You get a little cold and he’s instantly handing you his sweater. And I just know his heart melts when you nuzzle closer to him <3

I love to think he’d stay up at night to listen to the ocean. He can’t sleep because his mind is too loud so he goes on the little patio and listens to the sounds of the waves on the shore. Maybe you join him, rest your head on his shoulder and enjoy the moment with him. he hasn’t felt this happy in a long time.

-🧸

hey so something you don't know about me is that i love the beach more than literally any other place on earth!!!!! i went to the OBX a lot as a kid and it shaped me into the woman i am today!!!!! i love the beach!!!!!!!!!!!! i even had a finnpoe beach au that was like. god. it was at minimum 10k words and it wasn't even complete yet. i would just work on it when at the beach house my father took me to cause there was no wifi there- but enough ab me!!!!!

i agree that baby boy canNOT relax, poor thing. but you could talk him into it saying he can try all kinds of new restaurants and get some ideas for a seafood course for the bear menu <33 and ughhh i just. staying in a cutie little beach house with him!!! i used to go to the beach every year and when i got old enough to really appreciate the whole day, my fav thing became evening walks and i know those would sooth his soul sooo much

"there’s no way you lift one pretty finger of yours k?" i will sob??? i will actually cry and scream and roll around on the floor???? god i just. carmen carrying your bags upstairs to the house while you take stock of all the general beach things available in the shed underneath. yall know how beach houses are on stilts? yeah like that. and placing your shampoo and body wash and things in the outdoor shower so it can be used first thing, because once everything is unloaded all you wanna do is walk down to the ocean and once you're there, well, who isn't gonna jump in!

massaging the sunscreen into his back, the way he would sigh a little, and you can press soft kisses to his cheek as you do so. ugh i looveeeee him!!!! he would be so so protective, making sure there's plenty of snacks, and if you're hungry he'll walk the beach with you until you find a little sandwich shop or taco place for whatever you wanna eat. he's confused at first why you're making a sand castle, preferring to sit and read his book, but suddenly he's finished with a chapter and spending time with his girl seems so much more fun, so before he knows it he's packing wet sand into the mould sitting across from you, sandy shins and messy hair, but he's all smiley too

the poor thing would get so exhausted from playing in the waves, probably bc he's not used to it. swimming in the ocean really takes it out of you!! so when you're laid out under the umbrella reading he grumbles like "babe, lemme... c'mere," and tugs you just a little closer to rest his head on your tummy :((( playing with his curls while they dry from the salt water, forming them into perfect little spirals, putting a little braid here and there

just talking to each other and catching up in such a relaxed setting is so sweet im gonna sob. maybe y'all snagged a beachfront place so you can watch the sun set over the water ((i have never seen this... #eastcoast)) while you're sitting on the rlly comfy deck chairs, he's got a beer and you've got a little cocktail he made you, and you're playing cards and chatting about what's been going on lately. just sitting out there together listening to the waves, wrapped up in his sweater from his culinary school i- i genuinely cannot. i love him and i love the beach. I LOVE HIM AND I LOVE THE BEACH!!!!!!!

tldr; me and 🧸 love the beach and carmy so much

[ohmygs-blog]

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[moonchildstyles]

Pretty girl just living in Harry’s neck :( he is always warm, smells so good and she can hear his pulse :(( planting soft kisses :( cold hands wrapping around his neck pulling herself closer into him :( and he LOVESSSS it </3 the moment he sees her walking up to him dragging her feet he knows she’s curling up into him and nuzzling her face into his neck :( when he wakes her up in the morning and it’s too bright she just has to hide away whining and growling “too bright, no” placing kisses to the top of her head “it’s 9am baby, gotta wake up” hand going up and down her back soothing her grumpiness :( her ear pressed to his pulse letting it welcome her into a deep sleep like a lullaby </3 and he knows what she’s doing as she has told him before during a restless night “shh wanna listen” </////3 and it literally tugs at his heartstrings :(

And him thinking that 9am is getting late drives her a bit insane and he can’t help but love it! Her whining, clinging into him, begging him, kissing him! It’s all he ever wants to do with her! He’s been awake for hours he just misses her :( he needs to hear her voice, wants to know that she had a good night of sleep with no nightmares, and wants to ask what she wants for breakfast </3

“Please please just one more hour” nails scratching at his scalp, fingers running into his soft pretty curls :( “you aren’t as slick as you think, pretty girl” she wants him to be all relaxed so he agrees to her commands! She lifts herself a bit using her elbow eyes still closed as she places a kiss to his ear whispering “please just thirty minutes then” placing another to his jaw! He pulls the covers up her body “okay, but I won’t draw the blinds” she lets out a huff and before she could whine he squeezes her waist “29 minutes left” and that shuts her up really quick! And ofc h let’s her sleep for an hour but he tells her that it was only 30 minutes and how she’s his good pretty girl <///////3🧸

WAIIIIIIIT STOP THIS IS SO CUTE SHUT UP:(((((((( obsessed w her wanting to hear his heart shes so real:( just so gentle and soft and warm im so :(

[marquisedegramont]

Lighting Vincent’s cigarette for him

-🧸

eeeeeeeee quick drabble before i go back 2 working on my artfight refs | MENTIONED : established relationship between reader & vin, kinda idk but its implied vincent cant keep a bitch before hopping onto another

VINCENT stared out the window as drops of rain pelted towards the floor of the city of Paris. It was a gloomy night like any other, with the bright, warm light of the buildings that lined the Paris skyline often flickering from dark windows in the morning to their sunlight-like dots that shined in the night.

You open the door to his bedroom where he’s sitting on a chair, overlooking Paris in a penthouse high above common people. His hair is a mess, probably just woke up when you went to get a glass of water.

“Why are you awake, love?” Vincent glances up at you when you walk towards him, hand on the base of his neck, gently ruffling with the strands of brunette hair.

“Je ne dors pas,” I can’t sleep, Vincent says to you. “I have been restless for a while.”

“How come?” You ask him before taking your seat at the corner of his bed. While dating, you and Vincent didn’t really share the same bed. Vincent felt…. uncomfortable when it came to exposure to someone for a long time. People circulated in his life, changed; left and went, came back and stayed, got pushed away.

The Marquis doesn’t reply to you, he stares at you for a second or two, silence hanging in the air. Before his gaze turns back to the city.

“Stress?”

Vincent gives a half-assed sound.

“Perhaps.”

Your eyes flicker from the window, to the shape of Vincent as the lights outside frame his silhouette. It was well past midnight when you checked the clock in the room, each second ticked with utmost insanity. A sluggish second passed. And still, Paris didn’t sleep. Outside were cars, and here inside was both you, and the Marquis de Gramont.

“You know,” You say to break the silence. The silence wasn’t peaceful, neither was it tense. It was a strange in between of both peacefulness and tension. Something compelled you to speak, something to fill the air that wasn’t the smell of the Paris penthouse and the perfume you wore. “I never really believed in this whole ‘counting sheep’ thing.”

Vincent shifts in his seat, almost hunched over but really not at all. He looks over towards you. The faint glow of the light that comes from the vintage window barely even lighting one side of his face.

“Me neither.” Vincent replies. “It gets boring, and I don’t drift off to sleep. Instead, I lay awake, just counting. Hoping that I do.”

“Me too.” You answer back with. “My mum used to… read fairytales to me.” You say. “I guess it always worked.”

Vincent goes silent immediately afterwards. You don’t know wether he’s thinking or just refusing to reply. He was a confusing man. He never made intentions clear, unless you were smart and knew how to dissect him from skin to his bones, maybe his soul. But you don’t know his soul yet. You don’t think you’ve seen his heart. Well you’ve seen it.

To you, Vincent was art. A piece. Beautiful to look at, something that carried vicious history, yet cradled beautiful memories. But to be art, was to be looked at. Vincent was looked at, admired and feared. You don’t think anyone has come close to this before.

You blinked, there was a stick in between Vincent’s slender fingers that have never seen the work of the poor. A cigarette. There wasn’t a lighter anywhere.

Corpse silent, it was like a graveyard in the bedroom. A pretty, vintage bedroom fit for a noble such as the Marquis. Unable to contain your words and actions any longer, you stood up from your place on the corner of the bed. You scoured through your purse for something, then you felt the shiny, flat material on the pad of your fingers.

You held the lighter up near Vincent; he slips the cigarette, now pressed in between his lips. “Can I light it?”

“Oui.” He says.

You flick the lighter and the soft hiss and flicker of flame cuts through the previously quiet air. The match flared to life, casting a warm glow on Vincent’s face open with his gaze flickering over onto you, a hint of…something tender flashing in his eyes before a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

He takes a drag of smoke, dissipating into the cold air of Paris in the night.

[ohbo-ohno]

you said ghost lives to serve and i screamed at the top of my lungs how dare you. he never sits still in your shared home. constantly cleaning and upgrading and fixing so you don’t have to. it’s in his blood and his bones to serve in any way he can and now i’m sad🧸

wait i lied im not leaving i love this

ghost only knows how to serve - it's all he did in the military, and it's all he has left now. he genuinely doesn't know how to not serve someone. you're like a beam of light when he finds you - someone good and sweet and soft who he can help. he can offer to fix your ovens, he can help you by bussing tables when you're too busy.

you mention that a bird pooped on your windshield and when you leave the bakery at the end of the day your car is squeaky clean

you lament that your favorite shade of lipstick is about to stop production and ghost drives to every makeup store nearby and buys them out of their stock, offering them as a tip the next morning

you mention needing to find a plumber because there's a leak in the kitchen sink and he almost looks offended, leaves with his tea and come back five minutes later with a toolbox and gets to work

you complain about being stuck on the side of the road for hours waiting for roadside assistance after getting a flat tire, and he gives you his number, tells you you call me next time something like that happens, i'll take care of it for you. (catches himself just in time to not say i'll take care of you)

he comes to your house for the first time when you mention your broken doorbell. fixes it right up for you

he weeds your garden for you while you plant flowers - he's still only comfortable destroying, not growing. you bring him inside for a warm drink and tell him thank you, ramble on about how important weeding is for a garden, and you don't even realize how much it means to him

(also this ghost worships you in bed)

[fcthots]

dreamily sighing thinking about jason getting a lil jealous... like you KNOW hes the type to have really good jealousy sex. ofc hed always respect your decisions but if some guy was flirting with you and you didnt notice (me im terrible at picking up on social queues) or he saw how a guy was looking at you? ohhh he's fucking you HARD that night.

he's rough, but he's so needy it's crazy. pounding into you, leaving hickeys where he probably shouldn't, groaning and grunting and he's repeating "mine" over and over. he's telling you you're his and that only he gets to make you feel this good, no one else. he's trembling as he fucks you cause as much as it turns him on to claim you, to make you his, he really does worry about you leaving him for someone "better"

afterwards i think he'd be all needy and cuddly and he'd tell you as much as you're his, he's yours.

-🧸

The amount of cashiers that have flirted w me and I haven't noticed and have had to been dragged away from is terrifying. also just other men in general too. I like to talk.

He wasted no time after he walked inside. He scooped you up and carried you to bed, ruining your shirt in his haste to get it off.

You're splayed out beneath him with your fingers tangled in his hair. Your breathing is labored as he leaves hickeys, very visible hickeys, on your neck and around your collarbones. Eventually he makes his way down, kissing every inch of skin he can get to.

"Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine."

Each word brings him lower and lower. He makes his way to your inner thighs.

"Mine. You hear me? Mine." He punctuates the last one with a hickey to the inside of your left thigh where you know you'll feel it tomorrow when you go to walk.

His mouth finally makes its way to your clit and you thrust your hips forward. He bring one hand to your hips and forces them against the mattress in a bruising grip, using his other hand to prod at your entrance.

He removes his face and begins using his fingers to work you open.

"You're mine, all mine. Mine. No one else can make you feel this good."

Once he's satisfied, he climbs over you and aligns himself with your entrance.

"You want it, baby?" He slides his dick in, but leaves it unmoving.

You nod your head.

"Then say who you belong to."

"Mmph. Shit. You."

His pace is immediately brutal. He trembles as he thrusts.

"'s right, baby. You're mine. So good for me. My pretty baby."

----

After it's all said and done, he's the little spoon. You tell him he's yours and that you love him until he falls asleep in your arms.