#Gonna sit in a too hot bubble bath

[bi-writes]

I feel like the first time he sees her completely nude would be taking care of her or something domestic. Maybe she's sick and he draws her a bath and helps her wash up, or maybe the two of them are on vacation and just enjoying a hot tub together while he's on leave and they both get a view, or maybe he just walks in on her changing and was bringing up some laundry and forgot to knock.

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"need some help in there?" simon asks. he holds out a clean towel for you, and you furiously wipe under your nose. your eyes water a little, not from tears but from your sinuses, and you cough as you reach for the doorknob.

you feel like something ran you over. a flu, one that had you nauseous for a few days and now is making you weak and so tired, sweating while feeling immensely cold. simon thought it time for a bath, and it sounds wonderful, but everything aches a little.

you look at him before nodding, and he takes your hand gently, guiding you into the bathroom.

you sit on top of the toilet as he fills up the bath with warm water. your eyes are trained on the floor, your eyelids dropping and opening as you try and focus on staying awake. when the bath is full and the bubbles from your bath soap have formed, he reaches for your hands and guides you to stand.

he peels your clothes off of you carefully. your top first, then your shorts and panties, and you lean on him for stability as he undresses you. it's quiet, only the sound of the dripping tub faucet as he gets you naked. any other day, you would realize the significance of getting naked in front of your husband, but everything hurts a little too much for you to really notice.

he takes your hands and guides you into the bath, and you groan with relief as he helps you take a seat. he puts a hand on the back of your neck as you lay back, and you smile up at him with watery eyes.

"thanks, simon," you whisper, and he shakes his head.

"'s olright," he murmurs. "everything's gonna be olright."

"i know."

he dips a sponge into the water, squeezing a dollop of your soap onto it before lifting your arm and scrubbing. he's slow, being careful to get you nice and clean everywhere. he doesn't make it weird. scrubs under your arms (and he doesn't mention the fact that you haven't shaved in a while), over your breasts, brings each leg up to get under your knees and between your thighs. he doesn't laugh when he has to do that, just leans his forehead against yours as he smooths his hands over you and makes you feel just a little better with that soft touch of his.

your hair is last. he's careful with it, too, and he surprises you. two shampoo cycles, then lets the conditioner sit, and when he rinses you out for the last time, he kisses your forehead gently before grabbing the clean towel you left on the counter.

you take his hand to stand, letting him dry you off before wrapping the towel around your shoulders. your eyes meet again, and you smile big, your headache a little softer and the pains in your body a little further away.

"you're the best," you whisper, and simon winks, grabbing your robe off the hook and slipping it around you.

"and y'r so fuckin' gorgeous, swee'eart."

"simon!"

"wot? y'r sick, not dead."

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ᝰ.ᐟ — SVT ⟢ aftercare

› nsfw & sfw is included ┆ smut & fluff — mdni ꩜.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ;

we all know during intimacy he’s an animal like he will let you see stars while he’s fucking you open, but the morning after he’s the sweetest person ever like he will do breakfast in bed, or like you guys would be all cuddly & kissy with each other, just enjoying one another’s company, I also think cheol will be worried asking you if he did too much yesterday or asking if you are still sore just being the bestest partner known ever.

YOO JEONGHAN ;

you would wake up with hannie in bed, he would give you little kisses here & there after being the teasing little shit he is, but guess what he really does care for you when aftercare is being done, he would be like really boujee, making you a nice warm bubbly-bath with glasses of red expensive wine, treating you like the princess you are, jeonghan might be a mean dom but he does love & cherish you.

HONG JISOO ;

okay now joshuji is the cutest when it comes to the morning after love-making as he calls it, he is the sweetest, he will take you to your fave breakfast place, & probably will buy a huge bouquet for you while on the way to the diner, he will be very sweet & touchy with you, he is not afraid to show people & you obviously that he loves you very so, when you guys are back home, jisoo is gonna have it as a lazy day, where you both enjoy your time together, not caring about anything but each other.

WEN JUNHUI ;

ngl you & huihui would be at it TILL the morning, his stamina is insane, he’s lowkey (highkey) hot for that, but I think after making you see stars you both would sleep, just too tired to do anything so you & junie will lay there together while he’s still inside of you (ps, he would get horny again & wake you up to fuck, you oblige obvi lol).

KWON SOONYOUNG ;

sooni IS the one being taken care of, like his horanghae power will take over you for you to take care of him but I think he just loves cuddling in bed & talking about the most random things but treats it like it’s the most important conversation in the world, while your there just admiring him & everything about your boyfriend, soonyoung will leave also kisses all over you & he will bury his face in your neck meaning that you’ll stroke his pretty hair.

JEON WONWOO ;

I think nonu takes care of you by giving you your favorite snacks & such , letting you sit on his lap while absolutely caging you between his arms, not wanting to let go of you even for a second, I think you would be in a hazy-state by his deep morining voice, you could just listen to his soothing words forever, I think also you guys would sleep while embracing each others warmth, letting your worries for later but for now you just wanted one another.

LEE JIHOON ;

now uji isn’t big on aftercare, but that certainly doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take care of you, normally I’d think you & him would just sit in bed cuddling till you both drift into sleep-land, but there is times where you would ask to run a warm bath or get some breakfast & he would happily oblige to you, uji would do anything to make his partner happy

LEE SEOKMIN ;

we all know that kyeomi is the sweetest of all time, I think his care for you in the morning after doing the deed is him making sure you are 100% comfortable with everything, absolutely spoiling the hell out of you, because we all know seokminnie is such an amazing boyfriend, I think he’d also do those cozy movie in bed activities, cause he will take care of you & make you have fun !!.

KIM MINGYU ;

I think for mingyu, you both would be too tired to do anything, so lazily sitting there in bed is the best way for you both to rest, but there are sometimes that mingyu could spoil the hell out of you, getting all the remedies that’d you need, also even if he doesn’t spoil all the time, he will pepper you with kisses all over you face basically just worshipping you even more than the mind blowing sex he gave you.

XU MINGHAO ;

minghao would let you sit on his lap, you head laying on the comfort of his chest with hao playing with your hair, saying “i love yous” from time to time, you know that he normally isn’t like this but seeing him warming up to you only, melts your heart truly, so yes minghao is absolutely the sweetest with you.

BOO SEUNGKWAN ;

I think seungkwan would be the one tired, like he deserves all the attention he needs & you will happily oblige since I see you taking the lead & having more stamina than him, kwanie wants you to shower him with love & kisses but at the end that doesn’t mean he’ll never take care of you, he will do it equally!! but you do it first.

CHWE HANSOL ;

you & hansol would be a silly couple, imagine after doing it all night, you wake up to each other of course cuddling one another but you both would watch tiktok or insta reels together, constantly giggling with each other about a video you’d find funny, it’s not the normal aftercare but who cares as long as you are with hansol, your alright.

LEE CHAN ;

lee chan is the king of aftercare like he is so dedicated to making you feel comfortable & well less sore from last night, like cheol, chan loves spoiling you, giving you absolutely everything you need & more, he would definitely have a drawer in your nightstand for specially post sex snacks & such because he’s such a pookie for you, also chan is really heavy with pda, so expect a lot of kisses & cuddling.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! [ divders by @/ cafekitsune. ] [ tysm svthub members for helping me on writing this 🫶🏻. ]

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Rocket - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Rocket - Beyoncé

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: smut

wordcount: +3k

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Nothing says vacation quite like a long bath—hot, bubbly, and quiet enough to make me forget just how close I was to a burn out barely 5 days ago.

I sink down a little further into the tub, letting the water glide over my shoulders, and close my eyes, letting myself drift.

And that’s when I hear the door creak open.

“Didn’t mean to distract you” he says, though I can hear in his voice he’s anything but sorry.

I open one eye, and there he is, leaning against the doorframe with his usual easy smile. He’s fresh from the beach, beads of water still clinging to his skin, his trunks hanging low on his hips, as if he planned this pose just to watch me stare him down.

“Well, if it isn’t Sir Hamilton himself” I tease, stretching my arms along the rim of the tub. “Come to see if I’ve fallen asleep in here?”

He grins, taking a step inside and closing the distance. “Didn’t seem right, you here all by yourself.”

“Really considerate of you” I reply, lifting my chin. “Or maybe you just wanted a peek?”

“Can you blame me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he walks closer, setting his hands on the edge of the tub, eyes dropping to take in the curve of my body beneath the bubbles.

And I’m suddenly very aware of how little separates us. He’s watching me with that familiar look, the one that says he’s happy to wait, but he’ll enjoy every second of making me squirm until then.

I could pretend I don’t know what I’m doing as I lean back, letting the bubbles slide down a little, just enough to tease him. “Well,” I murmur, “it’s not a bad view, I guess. If I were in your position, I’d want a closer look too.”

He chuckles, reaching for the bottom of his trunks as if that’s all the invitation he needs. I watch, fully expecting him to pull me out of the tub and straight to the bedroom. But instead, he lets his trunks fall to the floor, slips into the tub, and positions himself right behind me.

He’s got that effect, that way of changing the game in an instant, flipping my plans like they’re nothing.

And it works. His legs brush along mine as he settles in, his hands finding my shoulders, thumbs digging in gently as he starts to massage. It’s slow, almost tender, like he’s savoring every touch.

“So,” he says, his voice low and close to my ear, “what have you been up to today?”

I laugh, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. “Relaxing. Isn’t that why you dragged me all the way to this island for? No internet, no communication…”

His hands slide down a little, fingers tracing the line of my collarbone before finding their way back to my shoulders. “And here I thought it was so we could spend time together.”

“Mm, maybe both” I say, tilting my head to look up at him. He’s so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, smell the salt from the ocean still lingering on him.

There’s a glint in his eyes, that playful, cocky look that gets me every time. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“What about you?” I ask, arching a brow. “How many waves did Miles got pulled under?”

“Let’s not talk about that, love.” His fingers drift lower, thumbs brushing over the tops of my shoulders, lingering just long enough to make my heart race.

“You really think I’m just gonna sit here and let you touch me like that?” I say, shifting a little to get comfortable.

The moment I move, though, I feel it—him, already hard against my back. And it’s my turn to grin, the kind of grin that tells him he’s not getting out of here easily.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” I asks, and there’s that edge of impatience in his breathing that always sends a thrill down my spine.

Although, it does sound more like he’s holding back just enough to see how far I’ll push him.

“Not uncomfortable” her murmurs, shifting just a little more, letting his hand rest casually on my thigh.

I bite my lip, feigning innocence as I let my hand drift upward, fingers brushing his skin in a way that I know drives him crazy.

His grip tightens on my waist, and I can feel his breath hitch, just for a second. That’s all I need to know he’s on the edge of giving in. “You know” he says, his voice a little lower, a little rougher, “I’m a patient man.”

“Sometimes, patience is overrated, though” I reply, smirking as I lean back into him.

His hands roam over my arms, fingers brushing the line of my neck, and I can feel every muscle in my body start to respond. He’s right there, right where I want him, and I know he’s not going to stop until he’s got me exactly how he wants me.

And honestly? I’m not about to stop him. Because I know the game I started, and focusing on feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my back, it’s all I can do not to melt right here.

I glance up and catch his reflection in the mirror across the room. His gaze is focused, darker than before, as if he’s mentally three steps ahead, yet he’s holding himself back—barely.

His fingers hover along my waist, a teasing line that just hints at where he wants to go, but he’s waiting, giving me this bit of power, letting me set the pace.

So, I had to push him.

Slowly, I take his hand and guide it up, trailing over my body until his fingers cup my breast under the warm water. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips as I feel his breath stutter against the back of my neck.

“I can see you want to touch me” I murmur, pressing his hand to me as if to make it clear there’s no going back now.

His fingers tighten just enough to make my breath catch, and I feel him lean forward, his lips grazing my shoulder. “You’re making it hard to be patient, you know that?”

“Yeah” I purr, my voice deliberately soft. “That’s kind of the point.”

I reach for his other hand, guiding it lower this time, my fingers slipping down to where my own slickness has already gathered, spreading it back to coat his fingers.

I feel his intake of breath, and my pulse quickens, feeling his fingers find the slickness between my folds, slow and testing at first, his movements restrained but eager. The heat pooling in my core starts to simmer, and breathing is all I can do to keep my as he starts to move.

The rhythm he finds is perfect, intense but controlled.

My hand stays over his, feeling the taut muscles in his fingers, the way his palm fits just right, the roughened pads of his fingers exactly where I want them to be.

And every time he circles back to my clit, I can’t help but shiver, threatening to tip over into that blissful chaos he’s so good at bringing out of me.

It’s addictive, the way he works his fingers, the way he feels so attuned to every response I give.

The tension in my body coils tighter, my heart and pussy pounding as he keeps up that relentless pace, like he’s daring me to let go right here, right now.

My grip on his arm tightens as I arch back, the pleasure building, building, building until I manage to stop him.

“Slow it down,” I whisper, turning my head so I can brush my lips against his jaw. “We’ve got time.”

He lets out a quiet groan, his breathing heavy in my ear, but he listens, slowing his movements.

His fingers drag lazily now, tracing circles over my clit, gentle yet maddeningly precise, and it’s almost worse than before.

I let myself melt into him, my hands still resting over his, feeling every movement as he builds me up in slow, patient waves.

My hand keeps holding his in place as he teases, taking his time, and every gentle flick, every carefully controlled stroke sends another shudder of heat through me, each one deeper than the last.

I can feel him shifting slightly, pressing closer, his chest rising and falling against my back. It’s as if he’s pacing himself just to make me squirm, and it’s working.

The ache inside me intensifies, and it’s almost painful, just on the edge, waiting for that last push. But just as I feel myself about to tip over, his fingers stop, hovering right on the brink, leaving me in this impossible, maddening state of suspension.

I let out a breath, almost a whimper, my body tense with the need he’s left lingering. “Lewis…”

But he doesn’t move, not right away. Instead, his mouth grazes my ear, his voice low and rough. “Patience, remember?”

I shift up just a little, feeling his hands steady on my hips as I adjust, fighting for balance in the cramped space. The tub is small enough that our legs are all tangled, with his legs pressing against mine as I climb on his laps, but somehow, it just adds to the anticipation.

When my hand finds his dick under the water, I can feel how hard he already is. It makes me chuckle, a soft sound that escapes before I can stop it.

“What’s funny, love?” His voice is rough, low, almost daring me as his hands sooth the skin on my waist and lower back.

I glance back at him over my shoulder, and with a smirk, I say, “How controlled you’re trying to look” My fingers wrap around his hard dick, guiding him to press against me, feeling his resolve hanging by a thread. “You’re already rock-hard, baby.”

He groans, deep and guttural, his fingers digging into my skin just a little harder. And before I know it, his hips surge up, just enough to press the head of him against me, not quite inside but enough to make me feel that first, tantalizing stretch.

I fall silent, my breath catching in my throat, the heat of him poised right there. It’s maddening, almost torturous, the way he stops right there, leaving me on edge and hungry for more.

“Now you’re quiet,” he murmurs against my shoulder, lips brushing my skin, and the teasing edge in his voice is unmistakable.

But then he eases his hips back down, his hands shifting from my hips to my waist, and I can feel his grip firm as he starts to guide me down over him, inch by slow, delicious inch.

My breath hitches as I feel him filling me, stretching me, for real this time.

I can barely keep my thoughts straight. He’s deliberate with every movement, steady but unrelenting, and I can’t hold back the soft moan that slips out, echoing around the tiled walls of the bathroom.

The air feels thick, charged with heat and moist, and each second feels like forever as he continues to press me down, his grip grounding me while his dick fills me completely.

My core pulses as he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against mine. I rest there, feeling my muscles tighten and adjust around him, breathless and a little overwhelmed.

And when I can hear over my own heartbeat and the water on the tub, I hear him—a quiet, breathy whimper, one that tells me everything.

He’s just as undone as I am, his fingers pressing into my skin with a reverence that makes my heart start pounding again.

He leans forward, his mouth finding my shoulder, leaving soft, lingering kisses against my damp skin as every movement feels electric, each slow rise and fall of my hips dragging waves of pleasure.

I keep the rhythm as steady as I can, alternating between rolling my hips and sinking back down on him, savoring the way his breaths grow heavier, matching mine. His hands grip my waist, grounding me, and I let myself indulge in each controlled, teasing motion.

But the need thrumming in my core is impossible to ignore, and I can’t resist reaching back to guide him deeper, pressing my shoulders back against his chest to feel him fully.

The new angle pulls a long, unrestrained moan from me, one that fills the room. I’m not quiet; I don’t even try to be at this point.

I feel his lips curl into a smirk against my shoulder as he holds me close, his fingers brushing my skin with just enough pressure to make my body tighten where it feels like he’s imprinting his digits.

He groans, taking in the way my back arches for him, accommodating his every inch. “Love seeing you like this,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “All mine.”

I lean my head back onto his shoulder, giving him a knowing smile as I let my hips move slowly, every stroke drawing out longer than the last, savoring his restraint. “Enjoying the view?”

“More than you know” he murmurs, but his hands leave my waist, slipping up to my collarbone, and he pulls me back until I’m flush against his chest, completely open to him.

The shift presses him deeper again, and I gasp, my body trembling as he pokes just at the right spot, the one that has my toes curling.

My hands find his, and I guide one of them up to rest against my neck, fingers tracing along the side of my throat.

He’s amused, and I can feel the chuckle rumbling through him as he tightens his grip just slightly, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin below my jaw. “Full of kinks today, are we?”

I just smile, knowing that’s all the invitation he needs. His hand tightens a little more, just enough to cut off my breath, leaving me lightheaded and buzzing, every nerve heightened.

I can’t help how my body responds instantly, hips rolling back to meet his with, and he doesn’t hold back.

His other arm snakes around my waist, and he starts thrusting up, each movement harder and deeper, our combined rhythm spilling water over the tub’s edge in splashes we’re both ignoring.

“Can you feel how badly I want you?” he murmurs, his voice hot against my ear. His thrusts are relentless now, each one dragging its own moan from me.

My body arches into him, completely surrendering, and I meet him with equal force, the need coiling tight and ready to snap. He laughs low in my ear, thrusting harder. “Let me feel you, love. Let go.”

And I let him take over, his pace quickening as he moves inside me with a precision that has me clutching onto his forearms for balance.

The pressure around my neck heightens every sensation, my senses flooded by him, his touch, his voice, the steady, unyielding rhythm he’s set. And then, as I lose myself in the pleasure, the edge finally comes closer drawing me deeper until I’m lost to him, wrapped up in his hands, his heat, his control.

His hand slips from my throat, settling against my collarbone with a gentle brush, his thumb tracing soothing circles, grounding me as my body clenches around him.

His other hand moves down to my clit, flicking and teasing, coaxing wave after wave of sensation that has me moaning, helplessly leaning into his touch.

My body becomes numb to anything but him, balanced between his hands and the edge of my own undoing.

When my eyes finally meet his, I see the flicker of triumph there, and before I can fully settle back, he lifts me up, rising effortlessly with me. He turns me to face him, and I just follow his lead, still hazy from the high.

He presses me sited on the edge of the tub, my back resting against the wall, and leans in, capturing my lips in a deep, unhurried kiss that leaves me breathless. I feel his still rock-hard boner brush against me, teasing my swollen clit and my entrance, and it’s almost too much, too soon.

Then his hand slips down, lifting my leg up and pulling it around his waist, holding me open as he kisses me deeply. His mouth is warm, his tongue grazing mine as he holds me steady, and I’m sure he’s going to push into me again, finally, and give me more of the fullness I’m always craving.

But instead, he breaks the kiss, looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, one that promises more than I can prepare for.

And I can even react. He’s kneeling down, his fingers gripping my hips, and then he’s right there, his mouth on me, his tongue dragging along my folds with a leisurely savor.

I gasp, one hand flying to his head, clutching his damp curls as my body jerks from the oversensitivity. “Lewis, you’re– I–” My words are jumbled, barely coherent, but he just chuckles, a dark, knowing sound that vibrates against my skin.

I’m trying to pull away, but his grip on my hips is unyielding, keeping me locked in place as he devours me like I’m some forbidden treat.

His tongue flicks and swirls over my clit, leaving me trembling against his hands. He works me over with an infuriating slowness, each lick and gentle suck deliberate and unrushed.

“Too much” I manage, voice cracking as he chuckles again, ignoring my plea.

He lifts his gaze, eyes bright with a kind of wicked satisfaction, before finally pressing a kiss to my thigh and rising to meet me again.

His mouth finds mine, capturing me in a searing kiss that makes me forget every other thought but him. The taste of myself on his lips is intoxicating, and when he finally pushes into me again, I’m a mess of tangled limbs and sharp breaths, overcome by him in every way.

His hands keep my legs open as he thrusts slowly, purposefully, drawing every sensation to the surface, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmurs, “Tell me you feel how much I need you”

Each word fans the flames of my oversensitivity, and I can’t help the quiet whimpers that escape. I’m lost in him, my hands clinging to his shoulders, my entire body surrendering to his touch, every word and movement building a maddening pace.

It’s like the world outside the two of us has completely faded. Each thrust, each deep groan that slips past his lips, is as sharp and electric as the first. The way he fills me, the way he knows exactly where to press, makes me wonder if I’ll ever catch my breath again, if I can even tell where he ends and I begin.

Time slips away, but I’m vaguely aware that the sun has dipped lower, casting a warm, golden glow that filters through the bathroom, wrapping us in its embrace.

It feels like we’ve only been here for moments, but my body knows better, knows by the way my muscles burn, by the way he’s starting to lose control, his breathing heavier, his moans deepening, rough and unrestrained.

His breath is warm and ragged on my neck, his hands gripping me like he can’t hold back any longer.

And he manages to pull out just in time, spilling over my stomach, his forehead coming to rest against my shoulder as his breathing slows, each breath matched with the last flickers of sensation that hum through me.

I slide my fingers up, raking lightly through the roots of his curls as he recovers, just barely catching his breath.

The weight of him, warm and spent, against me is something I’ll never tire of. He’s still leaning on me, a little dazed, when I break the silence with a teasing, “How much you need me, huh?”

He just chuckles, low and soft, and raises his head to look at me, that familiar sparkle back in his eyes. “Don’t remember you being this sassy minutes ago”

I grin, pulling him closer, letting my lips brush against his. “Well” I murmur between us, voice still a little breathless “If it means anything, I could never get enough of you”

His lips capture mine again, slow and tender this time, the kind of kiss that feels as unhurried as the sunset outside. A reminder, as if we needed one, that no matter how many times we’ve lost ourselves in each other, it’ll never be enough.

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NAUGHTY OR NICE? 🖤❤️🎁 (Santa!Gojo x Krampus!Geto x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru x Fem!Black!Plus-Size!Reader

Synopsis: On Christmas Eve, you expect to spend a quiet night in with your wine and your new rose toy after a long month of constant work and holiday busyness. But when you receive a surprise visit from Santa Claus and Krampus themselves, who both have some business with you when you end up on their “Naughty or Nice” lists for the year, you realize that this Christmas Eve won’t be spent alone this time around.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GTFO), Santa Claus!Gojo x Krampus!Geto, Reader is Black, Female & Plus-Sized, Fantasy, Threesome, Some Boy on Boy, Dubcon/Rape, Some Hypnosis, S*x w/ S*x Toys/Rose Toy, Spanking, Choking, Whipping, Dual Blowjob, Cunnilingus w/ Forked Tongue, Piercings, Oral (Giving & Receiving), Facefucking, Cum Play, Degradation/Praise, Objectification, Slutification, Spitroast, Big Cocks, Monsterfucking, Throatpie, Creampie, Pain Kink, Daddy Kink, Reader Cums 3x, Aftercare

Writer’s Note: This is my FIRST EVER holiday commission written for one of my favorite VAs @curiouscutie143!! I really hope y’all enjoy reading it! I had so much fun flexing my fantasy muscles & it was overall hella fun to write. Please enjoy! -Jazz

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“Ha,” you sigh. “Finally.”

It is all you can say as you slink down onto your soft rug in front of your blazing, hot fireplace that costs a soft, orange glow throughout your dimly-lit living room. One of your favorite cheesy Christmas movies plays on the TV hanging above the mantle of your fireplace twined with twinkling red and green lights. A Christmas tree about five-feet high sits in the corner of your room near your coat hanger, decked out in ornaments and lights.

It is officially Christmas Eve! The presents are wrapped, a month’s worth of holiday shopping is done, and you won’t have to go back to work until Monday because this year, Christmas falls on a weekend. What a blessing! ‘A Christmas miracle more like,’ you think. You could hardly wait to begin your three-day weekend. The past couple of weeks since November have been nothing but work, stress, and more work since winter hit and the sun went to hide after 4PM.

When you got home, you immediately began to unwind from a long day at your job with a self care ritual: a hot bath using your favorite caramel bubble soak, some body butter to make your brown skin glisten and soft to the touch, a takeout dinner, a nice glass of wine to relax you, and…

You eagerly stare down at the red gift bag in your hands and reach into it, revealing your brand new addition to your self care ritual and goodie from the sex shop you frequent: a rose toy. “So cute!” you coo. “And so expensive. Thank you bestie for the coupon code.”

You admire the little rose-shaped sex toy with the clit sucker, four different settings for ultimate pleasure, and a free bottle of strawberry-flavored heating lube. You haven’t had much time to yourself with work or much of a sexual appetite, but now that you have the time, you will take as much of it as you need to make yourself feel good.

After all, who else is gonna do it for you? You’re a single girl living alone. No matter how much you’d love to have a hot guy to snuggle up to tonight after hours of sex, you know that isn’t going to happen. So you improvise.

You can feel the wine take effect on you, making you feel loose and comfortable. As you begin to lift the top to your sweatshirt to expose your sexy red bra and panties, you see that the blinds to your windows are open, revealing the outside blanketed in snow. ‘Eh,’ you think. ‘No one is gonna peek into my house.’

Everyone is too busy with families and couples to care about a single girl flicking the bean with her new toy. So you continue to ease your way out of your sweatshirt and you’re just popping open the lube when you hear something peculiar.

Scuff, scuff.

You look up immediately, realizing that it is coming from above. Is there something in the roof? Or…on the roof? Your heart begins to pound as you hear unfamiliar clicking sounds along with the familiar, recognizable sound of footsteps. But not just any footsteps…boots. The thud of the heels against the brick roof is all too familiar.

Who the fuck is on your roof?

You hear a grunt and suddenly, a slew of soot comes flying down from the chimney chute. You immediately stand from your spot and scowl at the fireplace, alarmed and confused. A rush of cold winter air blows into your living room, chilling you to the bone, along with the scent of pine and gingerbread.

You hear another grunt followed by the scuffling of something caught in the chimney between the bricks. “Da hell?” you say aloud, peering up at the chimney. It’s all you can say until a pair of boots are sliding down your chimney and dangle just above the fire. You gasp, covering your mouth to hide your voice.

The stranger grunts in frustration, wiggling about in the tight space. “Goddammit,” a voice huffs. “Uh…helloooo? Anyone down there?” You momentarily contemplate answering before you figure doing so. He’s stuck anyway. “Uh…hi,” you call. “Listen, if you’re tryin’ to break in, you’ll be sorry once you fall into the burning, hot flames below you.”

The stranger huffs, still wriggling around with his boots dangling. “I didn’t see the smoke beforehand,” he sighs. “Listen, I’ve been up since 4 AM doin’ this shit and my mind ain’t exactly all there. You’re not even supposed to be seeing me, but considering the circumstances, could you take that gate down?”

You look at the iron gate blocking the flames and the embers from popping onto your rug in front of the fireplace. He’s worried about that and not the fire? “What?” you scoff. “Who even are you?”

Woooosh!

Another rush of cold air whooshes into your living room, smelling of gingerbread, and snuffs out the fire. Then you hear: Jingle-jingle. The unmistakable sound of sleigh bells along with that clicking on the roof. Hooves.

As if all of that hasn’t proved to you that this stranger isn’t a Christmas burglar, a huge, red burlap sack comes falling down onto the logs that are now cold and charred. Perfect for not burning the presents that you know are in that sack and can only be delivered by one man. “Santa Claus,” you gasp.

“Satoru, actually,” he chuckles, a smile in his voice. “And I’ve got some presents to drop off for you, V.” Your stomach flips at the sound of your name coming from his lips in that sexy voice of his. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix a fire for you again, but I’ve got work to do first.”

You don’t need any more persuasion or confirmation. Quickly, you get dressed, take the gate off of your fireplace, and set it aside, allowing for Satoru Claus to come sliding down your chimney. His leather boots hit the ground and he hoists up his sack of gifts before ducking under your mantle to avoid hitting his head.

He is very tall. About six-foot something, much to your liking. And he is so, so big! Even under his red uniform with white trim, you can tell he has some impressive physical features that aren’t just on his face. The man is gorgeous. Everything is so symmetrical and beautifully-crafted, including his captivating blue eyes and the white locks under his red hat.

He sighs, happy to be under a roof now. “Thanks,” he says, giving you a pearly white smile. When he gets a look at you, his smile fades and his eyes sparkle, taken aback by you. “Damn, you’re really pretty, y’know. Probably the prettiest nice girl I’ve had on my list.”

You can’t believe your luck. And three-day break and Satoru Claus comes to personally deliver your gifts? “You came for me?” you ask, exciting coiling inside of you. “Really?”

The handsome, white-haired man grins and lowers his sack down. “Yes, I did,” he replies. “You were on my Nice list this year for all of the good deeds you’ve done.”

You feel pride surge inside of you. You had a feeling that helping your mom cook for Thanksgiving dinner and helping your old neighbor with his groceries would all come back to you!

“And because of those good deeds, I have a few gifts for you…plus a very special one that I think a girl like you would enjoy.” Satoru gives you a wink before he pulls five wrapped gifts out of his sack and lowers them underneath your little tree, rearranging them in a neat line.

“Thank you!” you giggle, giddy and excited. “So what’s my special gift? Can I unwrap it tonight maybe?”

Satoru slowly turns to you, a playful glint in his blue eyes. “Oh, yes, you can, baby girl…you can unwrap it right now, if you want.”

You don’t need him to tell you exactly what this “special gift” that you can “unwrap” is. Not with the sexy, salacious smirk on his face and the mischievous gleam in his cobalt eyes. The heat that grew in your core when you admired your new rose toy intensifies, making you throb with need.

Satoru saunters over to you on his long legs, shedding his clothes as he does so. He takes off his hat and tosses it aside before his long fingers teasingly unbutton each button of his red top. With each step he takes, you walk backwards, unable to keep yourself still.

“Y’know, I don’t usually do this,”he begins in a breathy drawl that makes you tingle. “I just drop off gifts to the good boys and girls all over the world, but I just had to personally deliver this gift to you when you showed up on my list.”

You only stop moving when your back hits a wall, making you squeak. Satoru stands over you, his top now unbuttoned and his lickable, toned upper torso exposed. Your eyes drink in his luscious, pierced nipples, mouth-watering abs, and white happy trail leading to his impressive V-line and the Promiseland of his cock.

“Speechless?” he chuckles, pride in his eyes. “That’s okay, baby. Just do me a favor: nod your head if you want this. You deserve something for being such a good, sweet girl this year.”

Here this sexy, irresistible man is offering you a chance to spend the night with him instead of alone with a toy. You would be a fool to say no. Slowly, you nod your head, just trusting your voice. Satoru hums in satisfaction, tilting your chin up with his hand. “You want a kiss, baby?” he murmurs. “It is the rule, after all.”

His eyes trail up to the ceiling and so do yours, revealing the mistletoe hanging above you. You had nearly forgotten you put it up there. Your eyes trail back down to Satoru’s handsome face and juicy, pink lips begging to be tasted. “Yes, please,” you whisper. “Kiss me.”

Satoru is happy to oblige. Smiling, he leans down to reach your lips because he is so tall and you’re so goddamn short. You still have to stand on your toes to reach him, deepening the kiss by wrapping your arms around his neck.

He moans at the same time you do, both of you eager for more. His kiss is soft, slow, and sweet to the taste. He tastes of gingerbread and whipped cream, both flavors turning into aphrodisiacs for you. His big hands slowly slide up your sweatshirt, caressing your thick thighs, hips, and ass.

As you push your smaller, plumper frame against him, you can feel his hard-on pressing into your pelvis. You rub against it, feening, needing more of him. Satoru then pulls away, his gaze hot and lips swollen from the kissing. “You want your present now, baby girl?” he whispers.

He takes your hand and places it on his toned stomach before trailing it down, down, down to his bulge. Biting your lip in anticipation, you briefly wonder if you should just get on your knees, pull his dick out of his pants, and suck him off right here.

But the thoughts are only brief when you suddenly smell something tangy and sweet mixed with something spicy—like tangerine and nutmeg mixed with jalapeño. You watch as black smoke suddenly slinks from your chimney and fills your living room, nearly clouding your vision.

You and Satoru stare at the strange smoke. “Who the fuck?” you ask in unison. Suddenly, the fire flares to life again in the fireplace, but its flames are an ominous green. Satoru suddenly springs into action, pushing you between him and the wall. “Keep behind me,” he demands. “Of course, this motherfucker shows up.”

You peer over his shoulder, staring in awe as the smoke cloud grows bigger and bigger until it dissipates. Revealed in the wisps of smoke is a handsome, six-foot man with long, flowing black hair, cheekbones to die for, and violet eyes currently trained at you.

But despite this man being utterly stunning, your heart seizes in fear at the long, curved horns on his head, the tail cascading between his hooved feet and hairy legs, and the sheep’s wool adorned in bells he wears over his toned body. This man is not human.

He smiles at you, causing his eyes to crinkle. It is slightly off putting yet hypnotizing. “Hey, there, little V,” he greets, his voice deep and soothing. “You’re prettier than your photo.”

Satoru plasters on a big smile as he gazes at the thing standing in your living room. “Suguru!” he greets. “Fancy seein’ you here tonight.”

Suguru places his own sack, which is less bright or gaudy as Satoru’s, on the floor, revealing the name stitched across the front: Krampus. “Satoru,” he says, looking less than pleased to see he holly, jolly man. “Just what are you doing in my naughty girl’s house with your dick almost out?”

You look down, realizing that Satoru’s pants are down so low that you can almost see the outline of his shaft. The white-haired man scowls at Suguru, irked. “We were in the middle of something, if you don’t mind. And your naughty girl? That’s a little presumptuous.”

He snorts to himself like this is a joke, but Suguru isn’t laughing. “It isn’t when I’ve got my list.” Satoru’s smile fades, replaced with a cool, tight-lipped expression.

You stare between the two magical figures, utterly confused. “Uh….sorry, what’s going on here?” you demand.

Suguru is more than happy to fill you in. “Sorry, doll, but it appears that your Santa has mistaken you for another good girl. You’ve ended up on my naughty list this year.” His lips, pink and pierced with a silver ring, curl into a smirk. “So you’ve got me to deal with.”

You ignore the way your pussy throbs at his words. “W-What?” you stammer. “But what did I—“

“Well, let’s get out the rap sheet, shall we?” Suguru interrupts. He reaches into his jacket and unwraps a long, tattered list that stops right at Satoru’s boots. You gape at the list, in awe. There is no way your bad deeds are this long!

Suguru clears his throat, smirking and clearly enjoying himself. “Refusing to pay a parking ticket, stealing a frozen box of cheesecake by placing it at the bottom of your cart, and…” He pauses, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Masturbating at work. On top of using half of her paycheck to order sex toys.”

Satoru stares at you, in awe, while you flush in embarrassment. “I’m not paying $5 for a cheesecake,” you argue in your defense. “A-And I was on break at work and had the urge!”

Suguru laughs, the sound loud and mocking. “At least she’s honest. So that’s why I’m here: to teach naughty bitches like you a lesson that you’ll take into next year.” He points one of his claws at you and it feels like a knife jutting into your chest.

“Hey, hold up!” Satoru shouts, still hiding you behind his big body. “As much as I respect your profession, I don’t think I appreciate you storming in here and taking what’s mine. There has to be some mistake if she ended up on my list too!”

Suguru blankly stares at Satoru, obviously unamused or swayed. “Show me,” he deadpans. Satoru rips his own list out of his pocket and unfurls it, the damn thing reaching across the floor to Suguru’s hooves. The demon peers down at the list and huffs in disbelief. “Well, shit.”

“I told you!” Satoru barks, snatching his list away. “So you can take your kinky ass and head back to whatever hole you crawled out of.” Suguru sucks his teeth, irritated. “But I’m here already. Why would I leave if it took me such a long time to get here?”

Satoru waves a passive hand. “Not my problem, Krampy. You should’ve checked your list twice.” The demon cocks his head to the side, his eyes darkening. “You questioning my intelligence, Satoru?” he asks. “I don’t think I quite like that.”

The demon saunters up to Satoru, standing at least a few inches taller than the white-haired man. But Satoru isn’t afraid. He steps to Suguru, both of them chest to chest, nose to nose. “What are you gonna do?” Satoru whispers, smirking. “Whip me?”

Suguru’s lips twitch in a way that makes you think that he’s considering it…until he looks at you. “I think I’ll reserve that for her for now. So what if she’s on your list too? I’m already here and I already proved she’s on my list as well.”

His eyes hold such wicketry and deviousness that it unsettles you, but at the same time, you’ve never been more aroused. “Maybe we can reward and punish her at the same time. If you don’t mind sharing.”

The demon smirks at Satoru who thoughtfully taps his chin. Usually, I’d say no when it comes to my good girls…but I’m curious to see how she handles both of us. Naughty and nice.”

He suddenly moves aside and gently pushes you between himself and Suguru. You let out a tiny squeak of surprise, making them both laugh at your cuteness. You are now sandwiched between the two, smelling the snow on their clothes and feeling their hard cocks pressing into you.

“Would you like that, baby?” Satoru murmurs into your ear, his hands caressing your hips. Do you want us both to play with this little boy tonight?”

Suguru squeezes your face between his big, clawed hand, making your cheeks squish together. “Words, pet,” he demands. His tongue, long, forked, and pierced, trails from your neck up to your jawline, giving you a teasing lick.

The lewd act makes your pussy gush with impatience. You need the both of them right here, right now. “Y-Yes,” you stammer, your voice tiny and soft. Satoru smiles against your cheek, kissing it. “That’s my good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” Suguru scoffs, forcing you to keep looking at him. “We’ll see how good you are once you’ve got a dick in you. Now…” He leans in closer, his breath fanning your face.

“Give me a kiss,” he whispers. “Don’t I deserve a thank you for coming all the way here?”

His lips are on yours without any confirmation or consent…but you guess he saw the need in your eyes and didn’t feel the need to ask. But of course, he’s fucking Krampus. He doesn’t ask. He just takes.

Suguru’s kiss is rough, sinful, and insistent, his lips forcing yours to move in tandem with his mouth. When your lips part to moan, his tongue slides against yours, giving you a feel of the forked tip and earring stud. ‘Oh, fuck me,’ you think, delirious with horny ness.

Satoru’s gloved finger gently caresses your cheek, coaxing you away from Suguru. “Me too, baby girl,” he coos. “Don’t leave me out. I bought you all of those pretty gifts.” He takes a nibble of your bottom lip, giggling when you whimper. “But I do admit that masturbating at work ain’t so nice of you.”

He begins to kiss you while Suguru kisses your neck, licking along your collarbone. You feel his hand slide down your legs and gently pry your soft inner thighs apart.“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper.

You can only utter the two words when you suddenly feel jolts of pleasure enter you from your pussy being stimulated. “Ah!” you gasp as Geto’s fingers caress your slit.

Suguru chuckles, overjoyed by your reaction to his touch. “Lucky for us and her, we can reward this naughty little girl for her good deeds and punish her for her…bad habits.” He curls his fingers against your soaked thong, nearly digging them into your asscrack. “I think someone likes the sound of that.”

Satoru laughs, intensely watching your expression of pure torture and ecstasy. “Clearly. You want both of us, don’t you, baby?”

The two continue to assault your neck in kisses, leaving your mind blank and unable to process the English language. But to get what you want, you need to talk. “Yes,” you whisper. “Please. I promise I’ll be good.”

You would do anything to get them to touch you, taste you, and quench the thirst that you’re suffering from. Suguru grins, pleased with your confession, and uses one hand to tear your sweatshirt off of you, exposing your red lingerie. “Then get on your knees now.” His voice dips into a low and growly territory, sounding so much like a demon.

Quickly, you slink onto your knees between the two men, watching obediently as they unbuckle their belts and slide down their pants to reveal two of your big, throbbing, hard presents just for you.

After taking some time to wrap your hands around their shafts and stroke them, getting yourself used to their lengths and girths, you finally have enough of “introductions” and finally get them in your mouth.

Both of them are warm, throbbing, and thick with arousal. Their balls, heavy with unshed cum, slap against your chin when one slides down your throat, coating your tongue in their salty taste and filling your nostrils with their scent and masculine musk. When one is busy fucking you mouth, the other fucks your hand, their soft groans and grunts about how nice your soft touch feels egging you on.

You alternate between sucking off both cocks…or rather, Satoru and Suguru make you take both of them. They use your mouth for their own pleasure though one is softer than the other. While Suguru is rough and demanding, making you take his cock down your slutty throat, Satoru is slow and steady, rocking his hips against your mouth, verbal and loud about how wonderful your mouth is.

“Now that’s a good girl,” he moans, gently stroking your hair. He stares down at you in adoration, loving how your drool drips down your mouth to coat his cock and balls as you submissively sit on your knees for him.

Suguru side-eyes the white-haired man as he vigorously fucks your hand, his warm skin stretches across the thick appendage of his cock. “Good? Sucking two big dicks at once classifies as ‘good’ to you?”

He stares down at you too, his eyes hooded with lust. “Although she is working that mouth rather nicely. Might even change my mind about bein’ a naughty little slut.” He snakes a hand through your hair and grips it, bringing you back over to take more of his cock.

He gutturally groans as he sinks into your velvety, wet mouth, joyously fucking it and making you gag along his shaft. Satoru tsks, growing harder at the sight of your beautiful face and soft lips being fucked. “Hey, now. That’s no way to talk to my good, sweet girl.”

He gently caresses your face, pushing loose strands of hair away from your sloppy, wet mouth. “Right, baby? Aren’t you a good girl and a good cocksucker for us?”

Suguru slides out of your mouth to let you speak and gulp down some air. “Yes!” you cough out, falling victim to that tickle in your throat from it being stimulated too much. Your throat feels raw and your jaw aches from being stretched out by the two big cocks in front of you.

Yet you’ve never been wetter in your entire life. Your thong digs into your asscrack, drenched in your juices. Suguru and Satoru smell how aroused you are, making them both harder just because you’re so needy for this.

“That’s how I like my girls,” Satoru coos, tapping his cock against your soft lips. “Extra good. Keep this up, cutie, and you may just end up on the Nice List again next year.” He coaxes you to press soft kisses and kitten licks against his cock head, lapping up droplets of his pre.

Suguru hums, not sounding too swayed by your words or actions. “Let’s see how good you really are with this inside you.” He bends down, picking up your rose toy between two long, clawed fingers. “Seems like you wanted to use it anyway.”

Spank!

His big hand slaps you on the ass, the sharp sound echoing throughout the cozy living room. “Ass up, naughty girl,” he growls.

You do exactly as he says, positioning yourself so your ass is tooted up while your face plants into the rug below. You tremble as Suguru glides a teasing claw across your skin, snipping off your bra so it falls off of your chest, exposing your big, soft, juicy tits.

“Don’t forget the lube!” Gojo shouts. “She needs to be comfortable!”

Suguru rolls his eyes, but squirts some of the scented heating lube onto his fingers before he toys with your pussy, stimulating the twitching, gushing little muscle. Your sweet moans drive both men to the brink of insanity, the both of them jacking themselves off as your pussy gushes around Suguru’s fingers.

Moments later after torturous teasing, Suguru finally forces you onto all fours and places the buzzing toy against your sobbing cunt after choosing the setting for you. He watches your gorgeous, voluptuous ass and soft pussy while Satoru fucks your mouth, just as enchanted. “Fuck, baby, look how pretty your pussy looks. Does it feel good?”

His cheeks are flushed from the lewd sight of you oozing and gushing all over the rose. You can’t form one single thought in your blank brain, the buzzing and vibrating from te toy too fucking good for words. “Sa-Sa…Tarou, f-fuck!” you stammer around his cock.

Suguru chuckles, grabbing a handful of your ass to squeeze and jiggle for his own enjoyment. “Little slut can’t even speak. That rose must pack a bigger punch than I thought it did…but maybe, that’s just ‘cause I’ve got it on the highest setting.”

He lets out a wicked cackle as you desperately moan against the high vibrations, feeling them coursing through your veins. The jolts of pleasure are relentless and forceful, taking you on a trip. “Please!” you whine around Satoru’s dick. “Please!”

You hiss in pain as Suguru sinks his claws into your asscheek, nearly breaking the skin. It feels oddly good and intensifies your pleasure. “‘Please’ what, sweetheart?” he condescendingly coos. “‘Please’ taste me? ‘Please’ fuck me? What do you need?”

Satoru slides his dick out of your mouth, keeping a hand on himself to stroke your saliva into his shaft. “You!” you sob, not quite being clear about who you mean. “Please just fucking touch me!”

At this point, both men know that you want both of them. Their hands. Their tongues. Their cocks. Everything. “Now, those aren’t nice words, baby,” Satoru tuts, tapping his cock against your lips and nose. “I’ll need to fuck that mouth into submission, won’t I?”

“And she’ll be taking it,” Suguru chuckles. “Plus somethin’ else in another hole that needs to be fucked into submission.” He takes the toy away from your cunt and slurps your juices off of it before turning it off.

Satoru helps you sit up despite how dazed and confused you are, dizzy from the pleasure. Suguru stares you down, his violet eyes drilling into your soul. “Bend over the couch,” he growls, his voice low and almost demonic. “We wanna see that pretty ass. Now.”

You do as he says and crawl over to the couch because your legs are jelly at the moment, earning some appreciative spanks in response. Once you’re bent over the couch, Suguru snaps the weak string of your thong off with his claw in one single slice.

The thong comes off, exposing your ass to both horny, feening men. You can barely take a breath before you feel the sting of a whip crack against your skin.

Crack!

You gasp at the harsh sensation against your ass, gripping the couch for dear life at the burn. Suguru does it again, sending his leather whip against your ass.

Crack!

“O-Ow!” you shout. Tears spring into your eyes at the harsh fire that licks across your asscheeks. Suguru sighs in a way that reminds you of a starving man relieved to finally eat.

“You cry so pretty for me, little doll,” he groans. “So sexy. You’re lucky I have to share you tonight because I’d fuck you up.”

He cracks his whip again, but not against your skin. However, it still makes you flinch, causing him to laugh at your reaction. Such a sadist.

“Oh, he doesn’t mean that, cutie,” Satoru coos into your asscheeks. He has knelt down to sweeten the red-hot lashes from Suguru’s whip with kisses. “He just thinks you’re too cute to control himself. I’m in the same boat.”

Suguru ghosts a hand across your sobbing slit, humming at the juices that coat his digits. “I bet Ol’ St. Gojo would love to see all of your holes get fucked now,” he whispers. “Ya think, sugar?”

You can hardly speak now, but when both men have their way with you later, you can’t even think of anything to remotely talk about. You have never felt so tortured before until you feel Satoru’s big cock fucking your mouth like a toy while Suguru greedily fucks your pussy with his forked tongue.

The demon is bent down with his face shoved between your asscheeks, greedily lapping away at your pussy. His claws grip your ass and pull each cheek apart to dig his forked tongue more into your cunt, giving you a feel of the cold metal of his piercing against your heated clit.

Satoru watches your lips wobble and your big, brown eyes fill with tears as he fucks your mouth with all the vigor of a man wanting to get his nut, enchanted by the way Suguru looks stuffed in your ass. “Fuck, baby, you look so good,” he moans. “You take that cock so well. Such a good girl for me.”

Between Satoru’s orgasmic moans and Suguru’s sinful tongue, it doesn’t take long for the urge to cum to rise to the surface. The sounds of Suguru’s tongue in your cunt are wet and sloppy like a spoon swirling around in a bowl of Mac n’ Cheese, the tip of his tongue tickling your clit.

“Swugu!” you moan, your words muffled and jumbled by Satoru’s dick. “I’m gwonna cwum!” Luckily for you, the demon is eager to taste the essence of your release on his tongue finally. “Do it,” he demands, growling into your cunt. “Cum for me, sugar. Give it to me now.”

His voice seems to hypnotize you, triggering your brain in a way that makes it shut down. Suddenly, a haze coats your mind as if you are driving in the backseat of a car while someone else is at the wheel, flooring the car through a thick fog. You know someone else is in control and it’s not you, but you’re okay with it.

Maybe that’s because of how fucking good you feel as your orgasm tumbles down onto like a ton of bricks. You whine around Satoru’s dick as you cum, gushing ounces of cum into Suguru’s waiting mouth. He hungrily drinks you in, slurping as much as he can, your juices dripping down his chin.

“Don’t be greedy,” Satoru growls, impatient. “Give me some too. We’re sharing her, remember?”

Suguru looks up at him, his violet eyes ablaze with lust and a feral energy that you can feel in the way he massages your ass. Suddenly, he tears himself away from your cunt and grabs the back of Satoru’s neck before pulling him in for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

You gape at the two, watching as they swap spit and your taste between them, soft moans and groans leaving their mouths as they aggressively kiss in front of you. Finally, they pull away and give their attention to you again.

“Good girl,” Satoru whispers, gently stroking your hair. Suguru shakes his head, still not moved. “Not quite yet. She still needs somethin’ a bit more corporal…with lube, of course.”

He gives you a smirk as he crooks his finger at the lube on the floor. The bottle begins to levitate and magically gravitates to Suguru’s hand like a moth to the flame. He squirts some onto his cock and uses his hand to coat it, making it slick and oh-so yummy-looking.

“I’m gonna slide my cock inside of you and fuck this slutty pussy now,” he says, his voice low and breathy. “And while I do, Claus is gonna fuck your throat. And you’re gonna take all of it like the nasty little bitch you are.” He wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes, momentarily rendering you breathless. “Understand?” he growls, his eyes flaring at you.

Satoru hooks a hand underneath your body to play with your clit, coaxing you to answer. “Yes, Daddies,” you moan, delirious and dumb with need. “I promise!”

That is all the two need to hear. Moments later, you are being spit roasted by both hunks, two big cocks stretching out your holes and fucking them into oblivion. Satoru uses your throat to his heart’s content, his own slutty moans and grunts leaving his lips as he watches you take Suguru from behind.

Suguru fucks you rough, deep, and hard, sliding as much of his big cock into you as he can, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. He grips your ass so hard that his claws dig into the meaty flesh of your asscheeks, possibly drawing blood, as he grunts and growls, animalistic in the way he fucks. He is relentless and merciless, taking as much as he gives, but you expect nothing less from a demon.

He presses his lips against your ear, his tongue sliding against your earlobe. “Take those cocks, sugar,” he whispers in your ear. “Take both of them like I know you can.”

You have no choice but to do so, your jaw aching and pussy squelching the more you are fucked from both ends. Satoru peers into your dazed eyes that are nearly rolled to the back of your head. “You still doin’ okay, baby?” he worriedly asks. “You look so dazed.” Suguru laughs, loud and mocking. “That’s ‘cause she’s gettin’ slutted out just like she wants to be.”

He gives your ass another harsh spank, loving the way it claps for him, and reaches down to toy with your tummy. You moan around Satoru’s cock as you slowly begin to toss your ass back into Suguru, fucking yourself on his cock as if he was a dildo. “Yes,” he growls. “Fuck me back, naughty girl. Show Satoru how fuckin’ nasty you are.”

Satoru watches on, eyes glazed and cheeks all aglow with lust and astonishment, noticing how your ass, tummy, and tits jiggle with each thrust of Suguru’s dick inside of your wet pussy. “Go on, cutie, fuck him back,” he encourages. “Show me how much you need this.”

You do your absolute best to do just that, egged on by your need to cum and the luscious moans coming from Satoru and Suguru fucking your body. Using it for their pleasure. You can feel Suguru’s cock swelling and throbbing between your pussy walls, stroking them relentlessly until you can feel that urge to cum cresting again. You reach down to frantically rub your clit, pushing yourself to gush around the big, fat cock inside of you.

“Cum for me again,” Suguru growls. “Cum for us again. Make that slutty pussy cream around my cock, sugar.” Like a puppet on some strings, you finally let go and cum for the second time, intense jolts of pleasure coursing throughout your body. You moan loud and wanton around Satoru’s dick as you soak Suguru and your inner thighs with your cum, sticky droplets of it dripping down your legs and his balls.

Satoru watches your face, loving how your brown eyes roll back and your body twitches from the ecstasy. “So pretty,” he whines. “I want you to take my cum too.” Suguru smirks at him, a devious glint in his eye. “Make her do then. She’ll do exactly what you say.”

Satoru begins to speed up his thrusts, rutting into your mouth again and again, his moans growing louder and more high-pitched. Finally, his hips tense and his abs clench as his orgasm takes over, gripping your hair to hold you down on his cock. “Fuck!” he loudly groans as his taste floods your tongue. His spunk fills up your mouth, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all.

Suguru hums in approval, watching you swallow each ounce of cum. “Mmm, now that’s a good cock slut,” he coos. “You haven’t quite persuaded me that you’re good yet.” He spanks and grips a handful of your ass, sinking his claws into the meaty flesh once more. “Maybe if you take this fat load of mine, I’ll reconsider.”

He ruts into you faster and harder, pistoning you into Satoru who holds your face in his hands, making you look up into his soft, loving blue eyes. “Take his cum, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Just look at me, okay? Look me in my eyes when you take it all.”

You do as he says despite Suguru’s rough fucking, his feral grunts growing louder and warning you of his orgasm. “M’cumming!” he growls. “Gonna give you everything you need!” After a few more earth-shattering, body-breaking thrusts, the demon lets out a low groan and roots rope after rope of spunk inside of your pussy, filling your hole to the brim with it.

You gasp at the warm sensation, another mini-orgasm coursing through you and making you tremor. Your shake and shudder against Suguru’s cock as you both ride out your orgasms one second at a time, Suguru’s thrusts growing sloppier and slower as his high fades. “Oooh, you came again, little doll?” he chuckles, feeling you pulse around his dick. “Such a needy thing. I bet that felt real good.”

Satoru presses a kiss to your sweaty brow and releases your face, allowing your head to lull exhaustively between your shoulders. But Suguru is way less generous. He takes your hair and yanks it back, making you hiss in pain. “What do you say?” he firmly demands.

Against the sting of your scalp and the haze of your three orgasms, you manage to find the words that he is looking for. “Thank you, Daddies,” you breathlessly answer. “Thank you for fucking me.”

Suguru hums in approval, gently releasing your hair. “You’re very welcome, baby,” Satoru adoringly murmurs. “You did so, so well for us. You gave us a Christmas gift too with this body.” He gently wipes his cum and your drool from your pretty lips, committing your features to his memory.

“Mmm, definitely,” Suguru agrees, softly moaning as he pulls his cock out of you, shuddering in delight at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. “But the poor thing looks tuckered out.”

‘Tuckered out’ isn’t even the right word to use for your current state. Your muscles ache and feel as if you just completed an hour at the gym doing cardio and weight-training. Your pussy aches and throbs in a way that makes you crave a nice oil massage and a hot bath to soothe it. Your mind is fuzzy with exhaustion and overall? You just need sleep.

After the duo get dressed, Satoru slowly lays you down on the couch and places a soft duvet over your body. He and Suguru both come over to press a kiss to each of your cheeks as your eyes struggle to keep open. “Sleep well, little girl,” Suguru softly murmurs. “You’ve earned it.”

Satoru’s gloved hand soothingly strokes your brow, coaxing you deeper and deeper into slumber. “Sweet dreams, baby,” he whispers. “I’ll be back next Christmas, you’ll see.”

“And so will I,” Suguru chuckles. “Until then, doll.”

The last noise you hear is the sound of sleigh bells fading away into the distance as sleep takes you. When you sleep, you sleep all night on the couch until the next morning when the sun rises on Christmas Day.

When you awaken, you at first believe that last night was just a silly dream…until you find two special gifts left for you on the mantle above your fireplace.

One is a bright, golden jingle bell with “Claus” etched into the metal.

And another is a dingier, brass jingle bell the color of old silver with the name “Krampus” burnt into the metal.

Both reminders of what to be for the rest of the new year.

THE END.

[merlucide]

PREGNANCY HC’S W/ BLLK BOYS PT2

notes: RAAAAAAH (og ask)

characters: Lorenzo, Otoya, Shidou

warnings: cursing, fem reader, cringe ig

bllk mlist PT1 PT2

LORENZO DON

awwwww

He’d be so attentive and helpful ☹️💗

Always making sure you’re okay and comfortable

When you tell him that your prego he doesn’t believe you at first

He’s like ‘Ha good one’

But then you’re like ‘I’m fr’

he gets all quiet and kinda like😧 

‘Mio amore.. a baby..?!’

HE IS SO HAPPY!!!!! :3 like is so shocked bc he didn’t think he’d REALLY have a family of his own <33

Hugs you so tightly and kisses your temple and then your lips <33

Also calls Snuffy afterwards lmao

Wants your pregnancy to be as easy for you as possible

You’ll kinda turn into a couch potato LMAO

He’ll bring you bunch of snacks for you to munch on— makes sure you get enough protein do you and the baby stay healthy

You can only glare at him when he goes for 2nd and 3rd rounds of ice cream and your munching on celery 😐

“Think of the baby☺️”

“The baby wants deep fried Oreos. Now.”

Rests his head on your belly bump and talks to the baby 

He’ll put his chin on your bump and look up at you— 🥹💗

He can’t wait to meet the baby <33

Tells you all the time how much he loves you and how excited he is

OTOYA EITA

FYI I hate on Otoya in between hcs so… I’m sorry I literally can’t write for him if I don’t hate a little

ah yes, this loser do better

pls like he’s actually useless 

ugh

Anywho- you tell him “I’m pregnant!” and this mf literally is the embodiment this

like his fucking face and everything

and it turns into

“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT”

“ pregnant?!? With a baby?!” 

Yeah

He’s very excited to be a daddy! just so stupid.

He tells all of his friends and posts about it on on every social he has.

Literally spams Karasu’s phone 😭

Karasu had lost the bet that Otoya’s swimmers wouldn’t be strong enough….

Wants to be very involved with getting ready for the baby—

When yall go clothes shopping for the baby he just finds the absolutely dumbest onesies/ shirts😭

like Otoya, are you trying to dress our baby or fucking clown

HE ALSO ORDERS CUSTOM ONSIES 😭 they say sum like “Daddy’s little ninja” or “My dad’s my favorite soccer player” 😭?? the first ones cute tho

When you are like have back pain he’ll massage your back and run you a nice bubble bath :)

Oh and the pregnancy hormones.

Him and Kaiser tie for worst comforters during your pregnancy 😭

Unlike Kaiser- he doesn’t shut up and try to deescalate the situation 😐

Instead he just kinda stands there like

he eventually asks what’s wrong and just hugs you bc he has no idea what to do rn 😭

He cares though 😭 just actually so stupid

He panics a lot during like your whole pregnancy lmao

Scared the baby’s just gonna P O P out ig

Though he does tell you how much he appreciates you and the gift you’re giving him :)

He is a loser but he does love you and your future little one <3

Okay last thing but after the baby is born and the crazy mama bear mode kicks in, he is TERRIFIED of you. 😭

Bro wanted to hold the baby again and you clutched the baby and gave him the nastiest, scariest glare and bro almost pissed his pants

Sorry this is kinda short 🫠 I hate Otoya with a PASSION (don’t know if you’ve noticed) so my I struggle to come up with stuff for him 💔

SHIDOU RYUSEI

ah yes, this loser 2.0 at least he’s hot

sigh,

You told him and he just kinda goes “🤨” ‘Bffr’

and like, you are fr, and kinda really nervous too

Then he gets all quiet and blank

Then goes straight to tweaking and puts his hands on the head and yells

Starts jumping too 😭

Grabs you and kisses you so hard, followed by a bone crushing hug :3

‘Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit— SHUT UP!!!! A BABY?????!!!’

Very happy and excited:)

So proud of you and him <3

… unfortunately for you when he tells people of your pregnancy, he over shares about the process 🫠

Paints the baby’s room :3 adds some of that Shidou Flare ofc

Rubs your feet and insists you sit on his lap, despite your worries of you being to heavy.

Loves, loves, LOVES, listening to the baby— any sound he hears, he freaks out

Talks to the baby sooo much too

Worried that you’ll over do it and insists you just do nothing till the baby comes

Shidou is pretty confident he’ll be a good dad, but is scared that he won’t be what the kid needs

Shidou knows how he acts and who he is, and doesn’t want to hurt the kid :( which of course you reassure him that he would never do that, and that he’d be a great dad <3

Also super duper extra protective of you during your pregnancy, like you can’t go anywhere without him lmao

RAAAAAAH 3 NEW WORKS IN 3 DAYS 💪 ON A ROLE FRRRR

made October 6th 2024

[luveline]

oh my goodness Fred and ghost are my favs

Okay maybe him asking her to move in but if you’re waiting to do that then what if like Fred’s the one feeling down because something at the shop or maybe he’s arguing with George and Ghost is trying to make him feel better the way he does to her (or maybe she’s just there while he needs to wallow for a bit) idk but ily

thank you for requesting!! <3

“Getting out soon?” 

Fred hums. Leans back against the bathtub wall, hot steam coming off of his skin in whirls. Lilac water laps his chest as he lets himself sink further in. “Ten minutes.” 

You take your face towel off of the radiator and pat your neck dry before the runoff from washing your face can wet your shirt. “Okay. Can I sit with you?” 

Fred hums. You sit on the floor beside the bath, bath mat soft under your knees. There are enough bubbles milling around to protect his modesty, but just, and you wonder if it’s something you’ve done to make him so upset. 

He scoops a few bubbles into his hand and blows them at you. 

Not your fault, then. Grateful he’d bother, you cover his arm closest to you where it rests on the side of the tub and make unfiltered eye contact with him. Checking him for a sign you shouldn’t be bothering him, sure, but more importantly looking for what he needs. 

“You want to talk about it?” you ask. 

“It’s nothing.” 

“Should I leave you alone?” 

“No.” He gives you a small smile. “Don’t go anywhere.” 

You pause, listening as the tap drips, drips, drips. “I can wash your hair?” 

“I’m just gonna lay here for a bit. Very still, like a statue.” 

“Okay,” you murmur, “can I stay here? I’ll stay still, too.” 

He raises a hand to your cheek. “You can always do what you want, you know that,” he says, the backs of his fingers sliding up and down your warming skin. 

You and Fred stay. He closes his eyes and tips his head back. You, in love, watch the line of his throat change with each of his taken breaths. He’s beautiful like this, pale skin dotted in freckles, chin angular and fit for kissing while his cheeks are ever so slightly soft. His lashes are a light brown against the hollows of his eyes, peaked in tents like half diamonds. Breath rushes from you to kiss his arm beneath your resting head. The corners of his lips begin to stray from their previous frowning. 

Just a little smile, but enough. 

He doesn’t let you wash his hair and you’re sure you’d tremble all over him for fear of making his bad day worse with a bad job, but you bring him a warm towel off of the radiator and kiss his wet shoulder. 

He gets dressed in pyjamas, while you drift into the kitchen —it’s not as though he needs help— to make something for dinner. Fred likes so many foods, and you’ve a full fridge, but you order a takeaway. What else would you want to eat on a bad day?

You lay down on the couch and wait. Ten minutes later, Fred returns to you with his hair drier than it started and what looks like three pairs of socks over his feet and the ends of his pyjama bottoms. 

“Cold?” you ask. 

“I’m freezing now. Is it cold in here?” 

“The window was open. I turned the heating up.” 

He bends down over the sofa in a slouch, his forehead to your shoulder and his hair falling away from his neck. 

“I ordered Chinese,” you say quietly. 

“Okay, thank you.” 

“I’m really sorry you’re having a bad day.” You try not to be too awkward and fail. 

He laughs silently. You can’t hear it, but you recognise the slight shake of his shoulders as his breath fans over your shirt. “That’s very formal, lovely. But don’t be, because it’s not your fault. And it’s not all bad.” 

“Just some bad?” 

“I’m tired. You understand how that feels better than most people.” 

“I guess I do…” 

“It’s a silver lining to all your tiredness,” he furthers, “that I don’t have to explain it to you.” 

“You never have to,” you promise. 

“I know.” He tilts your face up as he lifts his own and presses a chaste, kind kiss to your lips. You don’t have time to close your eyes. 

Fred walks around the sofa and sits down next to you. You tilt together without thought, your arm vying to slide under his and his hand resting lazily on your stomach. “Where’s the remote?” he asks. 

You pass it to him. 

“What do you wanna watch?” 

“You choose,” you say. 

“I have no idea.” 

When you’re having a bad day, like, really bad, not wanting to be in your body or talk to your loved ones or spend too much time out of bed, what makes a difference is knowing Fred is there for you. Not just that he loves you and wants to listen, but the way he makes taking care of you look easy. He chooses for you, and he always chooses right, and that makes it easier to go on. 

You steal the remote from his hand and find the movie channels. You see one of his favourites in seconds, a western with equal parts comedy and romance. You put it on, and you peek at him to make sure it’s the right choice. 

He smiles contentedly. That’s all you see of him before he lays down against your side and cuddles in. “Love you, ghost,” he whispers. 

You stroke his hair, fingernails coasting gently over his scalp. “I love you.” 

[artdcnaldson]

stepbro patrick who comes into your bathroom while you’re taking your lil bubble baths to yap at you and bother you. it’s become so normal, you don’t even question it anymore. this time though, he comes in on a night you’re unbelievably pent up and wanted to just relax with an orgasm or four in your bathtub… but this mf will not stop talking and he looks so good in his stupid white tshirt and jeans, having just come back from hanging with art. you’re trying not to be too obvious about the fact that you keep having to press your legs together to get your poor cunt to stop throbbing every time he looks at you, but he knows.

He’s so meannnn :((

Just lounging on the edge of the tub, occasionally turning on the hot water tap so the bath doesn’t get cold while you’re talking. He keeps picking berries off of the little charcuterie board you’ve made yourself, stealing little swigs of wine straight from the bottle. Your face is so hot you can feel it radiating off of your skin, which you blame on the wine and not on the molten arousal pooling in your belly. He doesn’t even know that he interrupted you, at least you’re pretty sure he doesn’t. The second the door swung open you had to practically tear your hand from between your thighs.

He’s going on and on about his plan to get Art to do pro doubles with him, how he really thinks they’d have a chance if they just did it together. Which is fine, but you’ve heard him talk about this a million times before, and you’re just sitting in a steadily cooling bath wondering when the fuck he’ll leave so you can finger fuck yourself into oblivion…. Respectfully!

“Am I boring you?” He asks, leaning forward. You’re properly covered by bubbles (not that it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before), but the way he’s leering at you makes your tummy flip. “Do you want me to go away?”

Yes. “No,” you say quickly. “It’s fine. Just… doubles, yeah.” He steals another berry, and you watch the liquid-y smear of red juice drip from his full lips. You swallow. Hard. He’s probably not saying anything important. And god, you just want to rub at your clit until the persistent hum of need is satisfied and goes back into hibernation for a few more days.

What was it even that set you off so bad? You try to remember if it was a book or a movie or even a goddamn song, but all that’s coming to you is Patrick. Patrick in your room, stripping off his shirt as he tries to get you to pick between two button ups he’s picking to wear out with Art. Patrick, leaning over you, smelling of the nice cologne you’d brought home from a trip with your mother to Paris. Patrick squeezing behind you at the sink so he could shave off a bit of stubble that had started growing back in. You’d dropped your toothbrush and he laughed like you were the biggest idiot.

Or maybe it was because you were watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Who’s to say?

Either way, you’re squeezing your thighs together, squirming in the tub. “Can you turn the hot tap on again?” You ask, but your voice comes out a little uneven. Patrick grins like he’s in on some sort of secret, and obliges. You finish your glass of wine.

“You’re gonna be so pruney when you get out of there,” he says. You lift your foot and turn off the tap with your toes. He grabs your foot in his hand and the motion nearly submerges your top half. “See? Your toes are all wrinkled. You should get out.”

“I should,” you say back. “Turn around.”

He doesn’t move. He just looks at you expectantly, like you’ve just challenged him to a game of chicken. Maybe you have. Your cunt aches with need, his leering gaze isn’t helping. You wonder what he’d do if you just… slipped a hand between your thighs, if you alleviated that craving. But you can’t do that. Even if you now he’d like it, that you’d like it just as much.

When you stand up, his eyes take in your entire figure, raking over you from your partially submerged calves all the way up to your eyes. He wants you to know he sees you, that he’s memorizing the lines of your body. You’re lucky you’re soaking wet, so he can’t make out the slick need between your thighs. “Can you hand me that towel?”

“Yeah,” he replies quickly, swallowing, mouth twitching with the need to say something. He steps closer and wraps it around you, tucking the end in so it won’t fall. He leans in, presses a kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight.”

You swallow, take a shuddery breath. “Yeah, goodnight.”

When you’re sitting together at breakfast, eating quiches and fresh fruit from the garden, you don’t talk about it.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Officer Stark

A/N: This is for you @ccbsrmsf1 my lovely! I’ve heard you’ve been stressed lately, so here’s an attempt to make you feel better. @nicoline1998enilocin You’re a good friend, my darling. Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you’ve enjoyed the story.

Picture credits: @tonystark-au 🤍

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut & humour.

Word count: 1642

Tony Stark Masterlist

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You never got pulled over. This was a first.

Sitting in your car, your fingers tapped against the steering wheel in nervousness as you waited for a cop to appear by your window and give you a ticket for overspeeding. In your defense, you were heading home after a terribly long day at work.

Your muscles ached, your head felt like it was about to explode, you were looking forward to soaking your butt in a hot bubble bath. And now you were on the side of the road, waiting for a frickin cop.

A figure approached, got closer and closer to the mirror as you watched, taking a deep breath before looking out the window. Standing outside was the most strikingly good looking cop you had seen in your entire life.

The dark gray uniform hugged his muscles perfectly, a tie fixed to his shirt with a gold pin, a badge adorning his taut chest. He motioned for you to roll down your window, a small smirk appearing on his features as you did. You wished to see his eyes that were hiding behind those aviators, but you were sure they were just as pretty as he was.

Safe to say you had a thing for men in uniforms. And this guy wasn’t helping. At all.

Your heartbeat quickened as he opened his mouth to speak, asking you for your driving license. Watching you fumble only deepened that smirk, like he knew the effect he had on you.

“Did you realize you were driving over the speed limit, ma’am?”

“It’s Y/N.”

Mentally you cursed yourself, feeling heat rush up to your cheeks as your meek little voice reached his ears. Why would you even say that?

“I–I’m sorry, I understand I was. And I’m sorry, officer.” you mumbled, shaking your head.

“It’s Stark.”

Your head snapped up in his direction, an amused smile adorned his handsome features as he lowered his sunglasses just about an inch.

“I’m gonna ask you to step out of your vehicle, Y/N.”

You obeyed at once, and you could swear to God you heard him say ‘good girl’ under his breath, or you imagined it. You weren’t sure given your flustered state.

His walkie beeped and you heard a muffled announcement come through, it was hard to decipher. Also because your eyes were fixated on the way Officer Stark’s lips moved as he held it mere millimeters away from his mouth, the movement also gave you a chance to shamelessly check out his toned arms with veins that popped out.

He was a few steps ahead of you, and your eyes couldn’t help themselves as they wandered shamelessly over his rear. The slate gray pants defined his ass so well you salivated at the thought. He wasn’t too tall, you noticed, but you thought his persona more than made him for his lack of height.

You stood staring at your feet after you reached his car, feeling terrible about how the day had been, and how quickly it went from bad to worse. He scribbled something on a pad, throwing occasional glances your way. Was he checking you out?

The silence stretched long, you grew impatient enough to clear your throat to get his attention.

“Aren’t you going to give me a ticket?” he simply hummed in response, making you frown as you wrapped your arms around yourself, the air was pretty cool out.

“Or I could just arrest you.”

“W-what?”

Of all things that could go wrong today, you weren’t imagining this day to end with you going to jail. You hoped and prayed to God there was another way around it.

“For driving a little over the speed limit? That is highly unnecessary!”

A metal clinking sound reached your ears before you saw Officer Stark take out a pair of handcuffs. He seemed to be having fun watching you all flustered and tense, stepping in your personal space, a little too close, allowing you a whiff of his musky cologne.

“Hands behind your back. Now.”

When you didn’t oblige, he reached around to clasp your wrists together and held them behind your back, his warm breath fanned over your cheek as he clicked the handcuffs in place. You swore as his body deliberately brushed against yours, you felt his bulge against your lower abdomen. As if his presence wasn’t enough to get your panties damp, this little gesture only added fuel to the fire that unfurled deep within your belly.

“Now that’s a good girl.” his eyes raked appreciatively over you, while he grazed his fingers over your waist, leaving a trail of dark, x-rated thoughts in their wake. This certainly took a turn where only your deepest fantasies had gone until today. It was like your brain had turned hazy, unable to think rationally.

“Officer Stark please...” you trailed off.

He clicked his tongue, gently caressing the side of your face and reveling in the way your body reacted to his touch.

“You’d do anything? No. You’ll let me do anything, Miss Y/L/N. Because you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

He expected an answer out of you, his coffee brown eyes now revealed that stared intently, swimming with lust. Morals left you as you felt yourself nod in a yes, the last thing you saw was a victorious grin before Officer Stark’s lips descended on yours. Capturing you in a heady mix of want and desire, your resolve melted away.

His grip on you was strong, not that you would run away, you wanted this as much as he did, you were at his mercy. His hands cupped your breasts wantonly, slipping down to undo your pants. A needy moan escaped your lips as his fingers made it past your panties to find you soaked for him.

“What do we have here? You’re so wet, dirty girl. Did you want this to happen?”

His voice sent a thrill down your spine while he teased your wet folds, thumb brushing against your clit occasionally. He nipped at your bottom lip when you remained quiet, withdrawing his fingers slowly.

“Yes! Yes! I wanted this to happen. Touch me, please.” hating how desperate you sounded, you let out a gasp when he rewarded you with two finger that pushed into your slick entrance.

“That’s a good girl.” he murmured against your lips, trailing them down your neck while massaging your walls, stretching you open deliciously. Your hips moved to gain more friction, needy for more as his words and ministrations brought you to the brink of your climax.

It was the kind of pleasure that made you moan out loud, so loud it resounded everywhere. Least bothered about the fact that you were out on the side of a road, handcuffed while being fingered to the most earth-shattering orgasm by a police officer.

“Mmm…” your moan reached Tony’s ears, making him stop in his tracks to look back. Seeing you on your side, still fast asleep with your leg draped over a pillow and hand reaching over to caress the sheets, it piqued his curiosity.

“I’ll be your good girl, officer…” you mumbled, the words garbled but clear enough to make Tony lie back down next to you with a wide grin on his face as you dreamt on, blissfully unaware that your boyfriend was an audience to it all. He felt his cock twitch inside his boxers at the sight of you panting and moaning in your sleep.

With a sudden gasp, your eyes flew open, making you realize it was all a dream. Light sweat clung to your skin as you released the tight grip you had on your sheets. You were met with a smirking Tony Stark who was eyeing you with amusement, waiting for you to get your bearings.

“Someone had a good night’s sleep.”

You felt heat rush up to your face at his words, he probably heard you talk or worse, moan in sleep. The dream had felt too real.

“Now I understand the kind of porn you’re into, what was your safeword?.” he jested, catching the pillow you flung in his direction with a hearty laugh. Your neck felt hot as you groaned into your hands, embarrassed about the whole thing.

“Can we just forget about it please?”

“No way. Tell me more, I wanna know.”

“You were a police officer.” you mumbled, your voice too low and incoherent.

“What?”

“You were a police officer, okay? Happy now?” you shook your head, wanting him to drop the subject, but then again, knowing Tony, he probably wouldn’t.

“Hey I’m just happy it was me. Judging by your moans there, I could tell I was pretty good.” Tony chuckled, grazing a finger up your arm only for you to swat it away.

“Drop it, Tony.” you begged, throwing the sheet off of your legs to get up. You just knew you were in for a whole day of this with your boyfriend, or days.

“Just out of curiosity, what did I arrest you for?” Tony seemed thoroughly entertained by the idea as his eyes bore into yours, mirth swimming in them.

“Overspeeding.” You admitted sheepishly as he chuckled, clearly enjoying this reaction.

“Ironic.” He was amused, given how he wasn’t exactly known for driving within the speed limit. He stood up all of a sudden, headed for the door while pulling out his phone to type something.

“Where are you going now?”

“To see about that uniform for my girl, where d’you think?”

[blackynsupremacy]

COOPER HELPING YOU

WHEN YOU’RE ON

YOUR

PERIOD

pairing: cooper koch x black!fem!reader

summary: cooper gives you ease and comfort during that dreadful time of the month.

contains: fluff, mentions of menstruation, vaginal bleeding, cramping, irritability, mood swings, swearing, cooper being a green flag, cooper being amazing, this can be perceived as either platonic or romantic.

a/n: anyone else going through this right now?

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• you and cooper were fast asleep in bed.

• everything was at peace until you felt… the flow.

• before it was too late, you ripped the covers from your body and literally saw red on the sheets.

• “ah, shit!” you hiss.

• cooper wakes at the sound of your cursing and immediately questions what’s wrong.

• embarrassed, you silently lift the covers to reveal the damning evidence. you’re literally about to cry because this hasn’t happened before.

• plus, it was two in the morning and cooper had a long day ahead on set. the guilt along with the impending menstrual cramp starts to flare in your stomach.

• “oh—oh! hey, hey. look, it’s okay! it’s natural, i understand. i got you, babe.”

• he’d wipe away any tears that came down your face and continue to reassure you, but he acknowledged that you were still going to be emotional, so the best he can do is give you his love, support, patience, and most importantly, the princess treatment.

• it’s not like he doesn’t treat you well all the time, but this time, he wants to take extra care of you.

• he’d go and change the sheets before going into the bathroom to run you a good old-fashioned, heated bubble bath.

• he knows you like the water extra hot!

• he’d check to see if you have enough feminine products to last at least through the rest of the night, making it a top priority to restock just incase.

• no matter if you use pads, tampons, menstrual cup, or the underwear, he’d get whatever makes you comfortable.

• while the bath is running, he’s already getting you fresh clothes.

• he’ll throw in one of his sweatshirts.

• after everything is laid out, he’d lead you to the bathroom.

• he’d give you privacy to undress and go in the tub, but you’re extra clingy during this time, so you’d ask if he can sit next to you and stay while you soak.

• he definitely would, but right after he gets you something to put on your stomach to take some painkillers.

• it’s late so he’ll whip something up. pancakes, grilled cheese, pasta, etc. whatever you want, he got it.

• it pains him to see you in pain.

• you just need to get that medicine in your system before the cramps gets worse. sometimes they’d send pain from the waist down.

• the heat can only do so much!

• he’d hold your hand while you’d soak.

• you’d joke, flirt, talk, and just enjoy each other’s presence.

• cooper gives the best shoulder massages and foot rubs.

• if requested, he’s give you a scalp massage as well.

• cooper LOVES your hair and the products you use to keep it healthy.

• he’d leave you momentarily to leave the bath for you to rinse off in the shower, dry off, and change.

• he already has new, fresh sheets ready in case you want to go back to sleep.

• if you don’t want to sleep, he’s fine with that! you guys could binge a show, stream a movie, paint your nails, or you could ask for another massage.

• cooper is gonna make sure you’re straight!

• he always has a product and extra underwear ready for you when it’s time to change.

• especially if you sneeze.

• he thinks it’s adorable when you cling onto him. he loves to be the little spoon if he has to.

• he’d give you stomach rubs while you wait for the medicine to kick in.

• expect to be spoiled rotten with forehead, cheek, and hand kisses.

• he’ll let you sleep on him whether he’s awake or not. he knows how much fatigue this causes for you, so he ensures you get all of the rest you need.

• his heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

• cooper feeds into your sugary and salty cravings.

• your favorite thing to make and eat together is ice cream sundaes with the works.

• pizza is a great go-to as well.

• he urges you to keep yourself hydrated through it all!

• “did you remember to drink your water?”

• “….no.”

• cooper already got your bottle/cup on deck.

• he’s gonna make sure you drink your eight cups.

• cooper is not afraid to go in a store alone and pick any feminine products for you.

• occasionally gets you guys matching fuzzy socks for this occasion.

• he’d throw in a new bonnet for you to sleep in too.

• he’s patient when your emotions start swinging like a pendulum.

• he kills you with kindness when you’re irritated or sarcastic. (don’t do too much now, he ain’t scared of you)

• he calms you down when you feel like you want to get railed. you just want to be held really, really tight.

• cuddling shirtless with undies for the win!

• he’s sympathetic when you cry. especially when you watch a sad/romantic scene on tv.

• copper feels sooo bad when he has to leave for work and your eyes are already watering.

• he immediately texts to check in on you when he has a break.

• he’ll send memes, playlists, and silly selfies to cheer you up.

• no matter the time of the month, day, or year, trust that cooper will be right by your side the best he can.

[slasherstories123]

Hii!! I Hope this isn’t asking too much but do you know if you could write about the reader giving rz Michael a bubble bath in like those claw foot baths where his knees would be sticking out, and he would have a pile of soap suds on top of his head and he would be entertained by a little rubber ducky as we wash him with those big yellow sponges? If you can’t that’s completely ok and don’t worry about it!! It would just be a cute fluffy moment between the 2!

Bath time

RZ!Michael Myers x reader

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You slowly blinked while staring ahead at the alarm clock. It was close to midnight and your killer boyfriend haven’t came back yet and it’s nearly been three hours. It wasn’t like you could do anything, you wouldn’t know where to look if you wanted to do a search to find him. The more time he was gone, the more your mind started to wander and think the worst case scenarios. You shook your head to make them stop but they kept coming, making you sit up straight to walk around.

What if he finally got caught…or worse…did someone finally manage to kill him? Is he gone for good..?

“Don’t be ridiculous.” you said to yourself while trying to get something to drink. “This is Michael we’re talking about, he’s strong enough to handle himself.”

Yet the thought still lingered, he’d always come home badly injured and each time it made you worry that one day he won’t come back for good. People can put up a good fight when it comes to him and it shows from him having scratch marks to literally stab wounds and glass shards in his skin. You poured water in your cup, the thoughts still consuming your brain. A low creak of the wooden floor made you flinch, realizing you overfilled your cup of water and it spilled on the counter. Cursing to yourself as you quickly tried to clean it up and looked where the creak came from.

Michael stood by the couch and you had a hand over your pounding heart at the sight of him, turning on the kitchen light to get a better look at him. Luckily there wasn’t any blood..at least that was his…

His outfit was mainly covered in dirt, you sighed in relief which made him tilt his head at you. “You gave me quite the scare Mike.. but you gotta get out of those close if you want me to wash them. I don’t know about you but I don’t want to sleep with a mud stain on my bed. I can start a bath while you change.” You didn’t care about the glass of water and ran upstairs to get the bath ready, making sure it was warm but was still a little hot, making sure it had lots of soap for him to try and relax in. When you turned around Michael stood at the bathroom doorway. You really didn’t want to tell him to take off his mask but you had to in order for you to wash his hair as well.

“Okay another thing… you’re gonna have to take off your mask,” you saw him let out a deep breath. “Wait wait, you can still wear your paper mache one, I just want to wash your hair as well.” You held your hands up in defense, slowly sliding beside him before leaving the bathroom to go and get one of the old one he made that nearly resembled a pumpkin face with black scribbles. Giving it to him and giving him the privacy he needed. “If you need anything, or need help just knock okay?” Michael nodded, you went back downstairs to try and drink the glass of water now knowing that he’s okay.

I wonder if he got hurt, there wasn’t any blood seeping through his clothes it was only the blood of his victims, even if that was the case it’s not like he’s gonna go out of his way to show me I’d have to catch him or pay close attention, he didn’t look injured though.

You heard three knocks, chugging the rest of your water before sprinting upstairs, skipping every two steps to reach to the top faster, hoping he had on the paper mache mask, opening the cracked door to see Michael in the tub. He had his hands on his knees while his knees stuck out of the tub, a yellow rubber ducky floated through the water each time he moved. You forgot that was there.

“Is everything alright?” You asked pointing at him.

He nodded. Pointing at his body and hair.

“You..want me to wash you up?”

He nodded again.

With a tap of your fingers against the wall it took you a moment to remover where you put those large sponges, rushing back downstairs for the third time and grabbing a random cup and large sponge. Coming back up with a small huff from the constant back and forth, still standing and let the sponge absorb some water before pressing down on the bottle of foam soap. Washing up his upper body gently to make sure the soap spread everywhere. Sometimes he’d poke the duck or would squeeze it to make the water come out. You smiled at him being entertained by it. “Alright you gotta wash your lower body, let me know when you’re done I’m gonna put your clothes in the washer.”

He took the sponge silently, you gathered the muddy and dirty clothes and put them in the washer, nearly slamming the washer shut. You then went to your small closet and grabbed a large towel to put in the dryer so it can be warm for him when he comes out. You rubbed your tired yes before going to your room closer,looking for a certain pair of pajamas you bought for him to sleep in, it was hard to find the right size since you couldn’t take him shopping, your best guess was to estimate by the way his clothes looked on him, hoping they weren’t that big on him once he tried them on.

You grabbed the light blue two piece pajamas for him and stood by the bathroom until he knocked again. The three knocks came back and you came in. Wondering how you were going to wash his hair with the paper mache mask in his face. You put down the pajamas.

“Okay.. I’m gonna need you to tilt your head back so the mask won’t get wet.” His hair got dirtier every time you saw it, he desperately needed it washed. You were surprised it was still growing since he didn’t take care of it. Pouring a cup of water over his hair until it was wet and squeezed some shampoo in your hands, massaging his scalp and made sure every last strand of his hair was lathered in shampoo.

You payed attention to his body language since talking was something he never did, his tense form relaxed the more you massaged his scalp with gentle scratches of your fingers the hold on his leg loosened and you cosine sworn you heard him let out a deep sigh. After a few pours, he didn’t have anymore shampoo in his hair. You patted his shoulder to signal you were done, gently gathering his hair to ring out the access water in his hair. “Alright.. I did my part, you can rinse off or stay for as long as you’d like as long as you don’t get my floors wet. Your clothes are on the slink along with a towel. You rushed to get his towel out the dryer, placing it next to his clothing before finally laying down in your bed.

Plopping down on your back, your eyes began to droop needlessly, all that running back and forth made you exhausted along with you staying up waiting for Michael to come home. You didn’t regret it, but now that he was safe in your home, you can relax in peace. You didn’t know how long you managed to sleep before feeling a dip on the other side of the bed.

You sleepily turned your head to Michael who was staring at you through the mask. Having in the pajamas you provided for him. His hair was damp, seeing that he dried it with the towel instead of leaving it a dripping mess to make your sheets wet. You held your hand out with another tired yawn. Eyes not being able to stay open and sleep wanted to overtake you, but you’d like to see him before you go back to sleep. You turned your body so your face him as well. Michaels large hand took yours in a tight squeeze, you didn’t have the energy to tell him to be more gentle, instead, the tight hold made you feel at ease knowing he was there with you . Closing your eyes with a soft, “Good night, Michael.”

A rough grunt was your response, it was the last thing you heard before falling back asleep.

[lanadsworld]

Mike Schmidt 18+

Mike finally had time for you. After working loongg hours at this new security gig and taking care of abby aswell he finally had time for you. Abby wasn’t home and was instead with Mike’s friend Vanessa.

You and Mike were all alone in his bed just talking about life. “Yea i don’t know the pizzeria i’m working at is just weird in general” Mike says reminiscing back to his dreams that he had there. “Well I hope having a day off gives you a little break from all of it” you say looking into his tired eyes.

“Oh I know something that would definitely take my mind off all of it” Mike says with a chuckle. “Oh yea and what’s that?” you say not knowing what he was hinting at. You thought maybe a warm bubble bath or getting some fresh air.

“I want you to ride me” that was definitely not what you expected. You sit up, face getting hot and red. Mike sits up as well and starts kissing you softly like he was scared you would break if he wasn’t. You slowly get on top of him and take everything off.

You were fully nude while Mike was still was clothed. You blushed, embarrassed that you were the only one fully exposed. Even though you and mike have been together for a while it still makes you all giddy like a teenager when you two share these moments. Mike notices it, looking at you with adoration in his eyes and says “You’re so beautiful”. He kisses you again then takes off everything he had on as well.

You slowly start to put his tip in, you were so wet that it slid in easily. You still need some time to adjust to Mike’s cock even after doing this many times. You finally bottom out and the both of you let out gasp. While you are looking down at his cock slowly sliding in and out of you, Mike’s looking at you and starts kissing your tits. You throw your head back while he swirls his tongue on your sensitive nips.

“You’re taking me soo good aren’t you baby?” he says putting his hands on your hips helping you speed up the pace. “You’re so big” you say looking at his pretty face, cheeks flushed and pupils blown.

He crashes his lips into yours swallowing all your whimpers and whines getting more aggressive trying to get you to your high because he knows you deserve it. It feels too good that tears start to slowly roll down your eyes.

Mike stops his kisses just to stare at your face, pleasure written all over it. He thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Your beautiful puffy lips drooling with both yours and his saliva, your glossy eyes, your messy hair still managing to look pretty, and your pink little cheeks. He thought you looked like an angel and he could never get tired of it.

He lets go of your hips to hold you close to his chest. He starts thrusting up to an ungodly pace, holding you there and you can’t do nothing but take it. You’re tears and drool damping his chest screaming his name. “Mike ‘ts too much!” you cry out but Mike continues his hard thrust. “You can take it pretty girl you always do” he smiles as he says this. “Fuckkk you feel so good” mike gasp out.

“M- mikee cant no more!” you whine feeling that familiar funny feeling in your stomach. “Mike! Mike! i’m go-gonna-“ mike knows you all too well, “i got you baby, let it all out”. You scream as you finally reach what you’ve been trying to achieve. Mike continues thrusting trying to catch his own high.

You feel overstimulated and cry out the sound representing how sensitive you really are. Mike coos at you. He looks at you and your tears, feeling bad but he just can’t get enough of it. “don’t worry baby i’m almost there, just hold on for a little longer for me” “you feel too good” mike says closing his eyes and letting out a few grunts as he finally cums.

You guys stay there for a minute, you’re twitching still very sensitive from the whole ordeal. Mike breathing his chest going up and down. Mike puts you on your back and kisses your temple. “I’ll be right back” he says putting on some shorts and leaving to get some stuff. You just stare up the ceiling looking at his nebraska poster still brain dumb from how hard he fucked you.

Mike comes back with water and a damp warm towel. He starts to softly clean your cunt with the towel. You whine and push his hand back still overstimulated. “Sweetheart i gotta clean you up i promise i’ll make it quick” he says looking up at you with his pretty puppy eyes you can never say no to.

You pout but open your legs back up and a second later he is done. “You wanna take a bath?” he ask giving you the bottled water he got for you. You just grab his hand and softly say “just stay with me” looking up at him with those pretty big eyes that he loves. How can he say no to you??

He jumps back to bed with you, you lay your head against his chest as you slowly drift to sleep. “I love you” he mutters out and before you can close your eyes you say “I love you too”.

[whosmarii]

Lay your hands on me.

ᯤ Title based on the song "if u think i'm pretty" by Artemas.

Summary: You're one of the competitors of the triwizard tournament. You knew the competition was harsh, but the stress your feeling is certanly unexpected. So your... friend? Theodore decides to be your stress relief.

tw: Sexual content, my first time writting smut lol, no corrections made yet.

*Reader is fem

*There's a Game of Thrones reference in here, try to find it!!!

Since you opened the golden egg you knew what you had to do. The gloomy sounds coming out of the egg only made you think one thing. Sirens.

It is said that beauty comes with pain. Pain limit us to do certain things.

Sirens have the most beautiful voice a living being could have, but it is limited to only underwater. Due to that, now you were naked in the prefects bathroom, sinking in the comforting feeling of the foamy water.

You had time to open the egg, but, for now you wanted to relax. These last weeks were exhausting to the least.

You let the hot, and now reeallyy foamy water undo the knots in the back of your neck, without noticing that your friend, Theo, was staring at you right at the other side of the room.

You looked ethereal in his eyes. The foamy water was making your boobs shine and the hot breath was making your not wet skin sweating. You had your eyes closed letting yourself sink in the water as a way to feel better. Theo had a better idea. A better idea to make you stress free. A better idea that would make you feel much better than that warm water.

He would make you sink on his cock instead. He would try to make his body sink completely inside of you of how close you two were.

"I figured you would be here vita mia" (my life)

"Oh my...well I didn't figured you would be here Theo"

"You're stress. I know you enough to decipher your faces" he says as he approached tha bathtub full of bubbles and steam that covered your naked body. "I've seen the littles lines between you eyes and the cute pout on your lips when you survived the dragon. You are thinking to hard, and it's making you look tired my sun and stars... let me help you."

He was already taking his shirt off, and you were already making space for him.

In seconds, seconds that you didn't even notice have passed, Theo was naked inside the water. With his hands roaming your body. You moved your head forward to kiss him, but he moved away.

eh, what¿

You gaved him an inquisitive look. And he just smiled at you before lifting your body out of the water. Making you sit naked in the edge of the giantic bath. "Stand up...please." he pleadead you with a spark in his eyes.

You didn't understand what was happening, it made you slightly uncomfortable the thought of being completely naked and exposed to someone in this way. But the water that was soaking his face, his lashes and curls and the vapour that was leaving his half-open lips maked your brain go white. You stood up, looking right into his eyes.

"Impeccabile" (flawless) he whispered. It was like the word escaped his mouth, it wasn't meant for the outside world. It was just for him, it was his observation.

" Sei perfetta mio sole e mia stella" (you are perfect my sun and stars) he almost whispered that too. That one was suppose to be for your ears only.

While he said that his hands were already imprisioning your body. Pulling you back to the water right in front of him. Right were you belonged.

" I'm gonna fuck you so good baby" Theo said in your ear whereas his right hand was massaging you right boob and his left hand was already stretching you out.

"Lay your hands on me Theo, please" You could feel his fingers thrusting inside of you. You could feel every single detail of his hand on your cunt. You could feel his hot breath and sloppy kisses on your neck. And, you could feel him pushing your body impossibly close to him and his erection.

"Nono, today i'm gonna teach you how to scream in italian tesoro mio" (my treasure)

He was desperate. You were too.

It was no playtime. So he did a favour for the two of you, and pulled everything in.

You shout a small, quick pain sound. It definitly was painful but the realief you felt was more intense than any pain.

"move, please, just move now, i need you" you said fast and in complete need.

"muoviti per favore, ho bisogno di te, thats how you say it"

Theo wasn't moving. Was he really expecting you to say that in that perfect and hot italian accent.

" Ho bisgno di te Theo, per favore" (I need you Theo, please) It wasn't perfect, but it was for him.

Theo went feral after that, the water was splashing and the movements were messy.

He wasn't going fast, he was going deep. His dick was full inside you, touching you cervix every single time he thrust back into you.

You never felt so full in your life like right now with Theo. He was everywhere. It was too much, you were feeling too much. And were is god, you really need to be saved cause he is breaking your body and putting it back togheter in one single thrust.

You moved your hands to your clit, you felt sore, your clit was sore and he didn't even touch it yet. The hot water was making it unbereable for your body to resist and right before your fingers could fullfil your needy self Theo grabs your wrist putting two of your fingers inside your mouth. Shushing your moans and whines.

"I told you I was gonna help you. You only do one thing, metti semplicemente quelle adorabili dita in bocca, stai zitto e sii carino per il mio cazzo." his thrust went deeper if that was even possible and his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit aplying the perfect amount of pressure.

"Did you catch that darling? I said the only thing you have to do is put those little pretty fingers of yours in your little pretty mouth, stay silent and look pretty for my cock"

That was enough for you. The deep thrust, the pressure on your clit, the hot feeling that embraced you whole body and all that italian dirty talk pushed you to an extremely intense orgasm, for a solid 30 seconds you were numb, you felt like you could have died of how strong it hit you.

And without you noticing, Theo had cum too, inside you, filling you so good that now not only you could feel a hot feeling outside your body, but inside.

A few minutes in silence have passed. You could swear the sound you were making 10 minutes ago were still ecoing in the room.

" You should open that egg now, cause i'm fucking you again and again till you learn all the idioms of the world"

Yeah... you should open the egg now.

[twiixr4kidz]

Hii I was wondering if you could make Seven evil exes x reader and it's like their first anniversary hehe thanks!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I AM SO SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I HOPE U ENJOY IT ANYWAYS

matthew patel

he's been preparing for MONTHS

he wants everything to be absolutely perfect

you're gonna come home to the house being covered in rose petals and balloons

the smell of a fresh, homemade meal wafting through the halls

the sound of a hot bath being drawn, filled to the brim with the most delicious-smelling bubble bath

and matthew, with a small gift in hand

in that box may or may not be a specific piece of jewelry you'd been eyeing for like, ever :3

matthew LISTENS

lucas lee

he invites you over and hands you a fancy outfit, perfect for a night out

he tells you to take all the time you need to get ready while he does the same

once you're ready, he will not shut up about how fucking incredible he thinks you look

and then, it's time for the bougiest dinner you've ever eaten

the sky is the limit, and lucas is more than willing to pay for whatever you want

he even gets the most expensive champagne

AND DID I MENTION IT WAS A PRIVATE DINING ROOM???

todd ingram

spoiler alert, he's been writing a song about you since he first began having feelings for you

definitely sits you down beforehand to plan something, except he doesn't tell you that it's for your anniversary

he wakes you up with breakfast in bed and a fresh pitcher of your favorite flowers on your bedside table

he lets you sleep in, but not TOO late - you have a very busy day ahead, full of the most stomach-churningly sweet romantic activities ever (todd's a little bit of a cornball but in the best way possible)

roxie richter

roxie gets so excited the night before that she literally keeps you up until midnight just so she can scream "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY" and pop confetti canons that somehow?? spawned into her hands??

she does let you sleep eventually, but she wakes you up as soon as she sees fit

the entire house is fucking COVERED in the tackiest party city decorations

for breakfast? a cake. that she made. at 3am. (she didn't sleep)

she also wanted to do something fun for your anniversary... by fun i mean a nerf gun fight

plus side, if you win, you get to pick dinner!!

kyle katayanagi

at first, kyle sort of brushes off your anniversary

trust me, he cares. he cares A LOT. but he literally has no idea what to do for an anniversary so him brushing it off is his way of saying "WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO"

the day of, he'll invite you over without saying much

when you get to his house, he (nervously) greets you with some hand-picked flowers and your favorite drink

he's the kind of guy to get you one of those little gift baskets that has things like your favorite snacks, a movie, a comfy pair of pj pants, a stuffed animal, and a little giftcard

at the very bottom, tucked into the folds of the pj pants, is a letter where he expresses how lucky he is to have you in his life

ken katayanagi

ken's a big planner but a bad celebrator

similarly to his brother, he also isn't really sure about what to do for your anniversary

he's probably going to keep it on the simpler side because he doesn't want to overwhelm you

he pays attention to the things you say you like and you want, and he'll pick out a couple that he knew you really wanted

and of course, he's going to treat you to dinner because what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't??

gideon graves

i've said it once and i'll say it again, gideon LOVES to spoil you

he gives you gifts all the time, and your anniversary is no different

the gifts that he gives on your anniversary are one the more expensive side

he either makes or buys all of your favorite foods for you

AND, when you thought he already did the most, he surprises you with two tickets for a trip to a dream location of your choice, including plenty of fun activities, lots of sight seeing, and LOTS of rest n relaxation

[nanamissuit]

Can we get more bunny reader and wolf Johnny pretty please?

Bunny - John 'Soap' Mactavish (Part 2.)

Pairing: Hybrid!Wolf John 'Soap' Mactavish x Hybrid!Bunny Fem reader

Warnings: NSFW,Daddy kink,P in v no condom,Oral F receiving,Aftercare,Face sitting MDNI 18+

Wolf!Johnny Who adores his little bunny so much, after you guys met formally at the infirmary he started coming to your barracks a lot more. He even came home with you eventually when on leave. And that's how you started dating.

Wolf!Johnny Who will kill someone if you asked him too, he doesn’t care if it was over something small he will legit kill someone if he sees a single tear fall from that pretty face, can you blame him though?

Wolf!Johnny Who plays with your ears just to watch them twitch, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. He just loves it so much even though you hate it.

“John…Stop!!!” “FIVE MORE MINUTES PLEASEEE?” And then you’d groan and comply as he just smiled and kept going.

Wolf!Johnny Who tries to help as much as he can if you’re in heat, he hates to see you all hot and bothered…But god does he love how touchy and affectionate you get.

“Hey babe…” As you wrapped your arms around his neck as you woke up that morning in bed and he just knew what time it was, and went to work! He knows how to help and of course he’s gonna do all that he can.

Wolf!Johnny Who’s favorite position is either cowgirl or missionary or really anything where he can admire your beautiful face and body at the same time. He just wants to worship every part of you.

Wolf!Johnny Who is a pussy eater 1,000% and yes he does make you sit on his face, like a goddamn chair.

“I don’t wanna suffocate you-” “Sit. I would be honored to die this way, my beautiful bunny.” And if you didn’t comply by then he would just force you down, fuck that hovering shit he wants all of you.

Wolf!Johnny Who has a daddy kink. No further explanation needed he just loves when it comes out of your lips like it’s a prayer. He loves everything about you, and he loves your sweet little noises when he ruins you.

Wolf!Johnny Who is a MASTER at aftercare, I’m talking bubble baths,snacks,candles,and water. And if you wanted to watch a TV show while in the tub he got a TV in the bathroom somewhere just for you.

[fandxmslxt69]

Anything For You

Jake Lockley x f!reader

Warnings: Absolutely none, Jake Lockley is just a big fat cinnamon roll he is just so <3

A/N: Hi this was kind of self indulgent and written in like an hour or two to help feel better after school has officially ended. But it's also a little love note to @melodygatesauthor because Mel you're so special and our convo about this favourite boy made me think and you deserve a special treat because you're the specialest girl (Jake's words!! he has even confirmed it)

-Clem

Synopsis: Jake Lockley always takes care of his favourite girl.

Word count: 1336 (ahhh)

You shuffled into the lightly lit apartment, quietly closing the door behind you. You dropped your bag, rubbing your face as a yawn broke out of you and your shoulders sagged in exhaustion. There was no one to witness your tiredness but the moon as it peeked through the windows.

"Amor?" Jake's sleepy voice came, and soon he emerged from the bedroom, a soft sleepy smile on his face. "Thought I heard you," You smiled weakly. "Hi, didn't mean to wake you-" You started before he waved you off, wrapping an arm about you. "It's alright, amor. I was staying up but I didn't realise you were coming home so late," He kisses the top of your head, and immediately you melted into him, feeling the exhaustion and pain of the past few weeks bubble up and nearly spill over. Your eyes filled with tears but you were quick to press your face to Jake's chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist as you breathed him in. He grounded you, all three of them always did- whether from an epic night out or a really bad day, they always helped bring you home.

Jake frowned, hugging you back tightly. "Bebita? What's wrong?" You shook your head. "I'm tired, Jake. I'm so fucking tired of everything," If you only listened close enough, you could hear his heart squeeze and shattered at your words. You were almost fragile, your voice heavy with worries and problems and you looked ready to collapse. He didn't like seeing his girl hurting so much. "Oh amor..." He pressed his lips to your head, gently rubbing your back. "Mi poor princesa. You've been working so hard haven't you? Coming home late every night and leaving so early, when was the last time you had a good sleep, mm? Or a proper meal?" You shrugged, too tired to answer. Didn't matter, he knew. He gently squeezed your hips, then hooked a finger under your chin and lifted it up to face him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, and for a second, your mind emptied of everything- everything but him and you in this moment, lips locked together in such a soft, delicate kiss it made you ache. You missed him. He pulled away, peppering small kisses all over your face. "I'm going to take care of you, okay bebita? You're going to relax and let me make you feel better, sí?" You nodded, "Okay..." He nodded too, sweeping you off your feet and into his arms as he carried you to the bathroom. "I'm gonna run you a bath, okay? And you're gonna sit in there and relax for at least an hour to yourself, while I make you something to eat. And then, we're going to sleep, and you're going to take the day off tomorrow," He stated as if all matters were already decided and sealed. He placed you down on the side of the tub when you reached the bathroom and turned on the hot water. "But- I have work tomorrow." "Like I said, take the day off," "I can't just do that," You frowned. He shook his head as he rummaged through the cabinets, pulling out your nice smelling candles and your favourite body oils and creams. "If you don't call them, I'm going to," "You wouldn't," He turned to you, grinning widely. "Sí, I would. And if I forget- which I won't- then Steven will. Or Marc. You don't want Marc to call them, would you?" That was an easy answer. Marc always get too angry if someone tried to deny you the day off. You nodded, sighing in defeat. "Okay. Day off tomorrow. Will you stay with me then?" He chuckled, kissing your temple. "Of course, princesa. Always," He smiled. "Now, off with the clothes," "Very demanding.." You teased, lifting your shirt over your head, followed by your pants, and then underclothes. He lifted you up, placing you very dramatically in the now full tub, and placing an equally dramatic kiss on your forehead. "I'm gonna wash your hair, bien? And then you can sit and relax until you want to come out," He knelt by the tub, smiling like the most precious man in the world as he squeezed out some shampoo into his hands and started carefully lathering it in your hair. You sigh in relief, feeling the tension slowly drift away as your body relaxes under his touch. Your mind began wandering as your eyes flutter shut while Jake rinses out your hair, humming quietly to himself. A while passed as he took care of you, giving you the treatment he always excelled at- pampering and devoting his full attention to every part of your body. He massaged your back and shoulders, working on the tense knots and helping melt away all the tension left in your body. You hadn't realised that you'd drifted in sleep until you felt him get up from beside you, and your body lost the warmth of his contact. "Where ya going'?" You mumbled, barely lifting your eyelids. He chuckled, "Goin' to make you some food, mi luna," He gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "You can come out when you're ready, bien? If not, I'll come find you when food is done," You giggled, sinking a little more into the water. "Okay...thank you, by the way it mea-" "Shhhhh," He pressed a finger to your lips. "Don't even start. Princesa you don't have to thank me for taking care of you, si? You're my girl, hm? I like taking care

don't make it sound like it's a burden," You kissed his finger, smiling a bit. "Okay. I love you," "I love you too, amor," He said, winking and then leaving the bathroom. You sighed, relaxing back into the warm water as your mind drifted back into a quiet hazy sleep.

You weren't sure how long passed before your eyes fluttered open again, your mind scrambling to get aware of its surroundings again. You yawned, slowly getting up and stretching out the fatigue. You had no idea how long you'd been in there, or if Jake had even come back to check up on you, but it didn't matter. You felt better, and that was that. You grabbed a towel, wrapping it around yourself as you stepped out of the tub and starting to dry yourself off. You hung the towel once done and put your hair up in its special towel, before pulling on your clothes. Well.. not your clothes, but Steven's comfy sweater and little shorts under. You waddle out of the bathroom, very slowly dragging yourself to the kitchen where you find Jake, in all his beautiful gorgeous glory, in a cute apron making a couple of sandwiches. You can't help but chuckle as you rush up to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and pressing your face to his back. He stiffens at the sudden contact before relaxing when he realises it's you. "Hi bebita. Nice nap?" "Shut up, Lockley," You mumbled. He laughed as he finished off the food he made, smiling proudly to himself. He turned his body to face you, rubbing your sides gently. "Wanna watch a movie?" You shrugged. "Dunno," He hummed. "Bien, we can just eat and sit in silence," He kissed your forehead for what had to be the millionth time, before grabbing the tray of food and leading you to the couch. You sat down in Jake's lap, curling up as he wrapped a big cozy blanket around you.

You sat together in peaceful silence as you ate, watching some horrible National Geographic animal documentary and before long, the endless weeks started catching up to you as your eyelids grew heavy and you rested your head on Jake's chest, feeling his arms wrap tighter around you.

There was no doubting, you thought as you fell into a peaceful sleep, you knew your boys would do anything for you.