#I have actual thick tears on my cheeks rn

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

So I finished Arcane

I don’t even know what to say

There are sure to be posts to come because the parallels and the speeches and everything was just…

But yeah, right now I can’t even for the words

[spxllcxstxr]

Fair Winds and Following Seas • R.R

(Gif not mine)

Request: That Roman soulmate fic was sooo good 😭😭😭 argfhh biting my pillow rn. May I request a scene rewrite of your choice of them already in an established relationship? They’d have cute bickering and lots of casual physical contact all the time. Maybe theyre on a yacht together like that one episode and theyre just so intertwined all the time that its hard to tell where roman ends and reader starts 😣-- anon

Summary: Roman seems to like casual intimacy, even in front of his family

Warnings: fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), based on 2x10 “this is not for tears,” established relationship, alcohol, ken suicide joke (one line, nbd), roman jokingly calls something 'domestic abuse' it certainly is NOT that, normal Roman shenanigans

Word Count: 1.1k

A.N: guys, I usually write fantasy so this dialogue may just suck ass im SORRY LMAO, lemme know what you think!!! Hope you guys enjoy! Roman is so bbg

•

The Mediterranean sun warms your exposed skin while the sea breeze keeps you from getting uncomfortably hot. The Roy's certainly knew how to take a vacation.

Roman lazily drapes his arm over your shoulders, the small act of casual intimacy in front of his siblings something you still can't really get used to just yet. The family, you learned pretty quickly, was not a clingy one, so Roman's constant need to be touching you in some way in front of them was unexpected.

You sigh happily at his side, ignoring the boring work talk the siblings had already immersed themselves in.

The weather was just too divine for you to focus on anything other than the free vacation and your boyfriend.

Shiv's piercing blue eyes peer curiously over her dark sunglasses. Her gaze causes you to straighten your back and shift ever so slightly away from Roman. You've noticed that her and Tom were never exactly touchy, but then again her and Tom were barely a loving couple.

The harsh scrutiny of her stare doesn't go unnoticed by Roman, who immediately pulls you back closer to him. Your cheeks flush at his blatant display of affection.

"Something the matter, Siobhan?" Roman asks, his voice slightly higher than usual with a British twang to it. His fingers absentmindedly trace odd shapes across your back. He sips at his cocktail, eyebrows raised waiting for her retort.

Shiv’s intense gaze slowly slides over to Kendall. Their older brother offers your group a half-assed shrug.

"Nothing at all, Roman." She offers you both a tight-lipped smile, swirling her white wine in front of her.

Awkwardly you lean back into him as he sarcastically grumbles something under his breath, unconvinced. Roman’s body in tense beside you, but stays firmly pressed next to your own.

Sounds of waves crashing against the yacht and distant conversations almost lure you to sleep though the three sibling’s chatter keeps you just conscious enough that you don’t completely drift off.

You hear Kendall get up from his seat, his joints popping.

"I'm gunna go check on dad," He says, voice low though he knows you're not actually asleep. "I'll catch you guys later."

"Just don't jump off the boat, Ken. We're not turning the ship around just for your old-ass." Roman jokes before yelping at Shiv's slap to the shoulder.

You hide your tiny grin with a fake yawn.

"Very funny, Rome," Ken mutters before leaving the three of you.

It's awkward, just the three of you alone; the tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife. Shiv clears her throat and you can only imagine the patronizing look she has on her face. Roman shifts, and most likely flips her off, but otherwise he's silent.

Moments later you hear the thud of expensive yet tacky yachting shoes against the floorboards, which could only mean Tom.

"Shiv, uh," The man stutters, obviously distracted by something. Slowly you open an eye, peering over at the man. "Why don't we go and uh, discuss that thing from before, huh?"

Tom's eyes can barely settle on one thing, he looks between you and Roman before only briefly settling on his wife. His cheeks are a little red, but with a man that pasty, it's sure to be a light sunburn.

"Oh yeah?" She asks, almost seductively, blue eyes twinkling with some hidden secret.

Tom's lips tilt down into a frown, now no longer even looking in your direction. He's jealous, you figure, you've never seen him and Shiv cuddled up like this, at least not comfortably so. Someone is always tense and irritated.

After sparing her husband a glance, you see her eyes narrow and her lips drawing into a tight line.

You offer them a smile while Roman once again gives a rude gesture.

Swiftly, Shiv rises from her seat, empty wine glass in hand. She barely gestures a simple goodbye before walking away with Tom. You watch as she says something to him, which makes him recoil from her.

You could only imagine what that was about, but you figure it was you and Roman.

You press your cheek even harder against Roman's chest, almost like you're trying to burrow your way under his skin. The fresh white linen shirt he's wearing is soft underneath you. His uncalloused fingertips continue to dance across your exposed arm.

He's no longer tense, you notice; his muscles are more relaxed now that his siblings are nowhere to be seen. Logan wasn't around either, which eased the thick and looming tension that usually hung around the family.

Roman chuckles, tangling his feet around yours.

"What's got you all giggly today?" You ask, closing your eyes as you soak in more of the warmth.

"I'm not giggly, thank you very much. Giggling is for school girls and wine drunk single moms."

"Yeah, ok," You snort, smiling.

"You're just all over me like a fucking uh--"

"Koala?"

"Nah, more like one of those bigass fucking boa constrictors, y'know the ones I'm talking about?"

"A boa constrictor?" You gasp, jokingly offended at his words. Shifting from your position you eye your boyfriend. "You asshole!" Grabbing a small pillow from beside you, you hit him square in the chest repeatedly.

You're hovering over him, knees on either side of his hips, pinning him to the couch below him.

"Hey, hey!" He laughs, attempting to grab your wrists. "This is domestic abuse! ABUSE! ABUSE! Greg call the cops, she's beating me!"

Somewhere in the distance you can only faintly hear Greg stutter something, but your laughter is too loud to actually make it out.

Roman finally grabs the decorative pillow out of your hands and flings it somewhere.

His brown hair is messy, strands dangle in front of his eyes, no longer slicked back and proper. The laughter dies down but his bright smile remains, melting your heart.

"You're an absolute prick, Roman Roy, y'know that?" You whisper, lips lingering right over his.

"Oh I know," He smirks, irritatingly handsome like usual, eyes flicking between your own and your lips. "And you fucking love it."

Surging up, his lips connect with yours, traces of coconut and pineapple left on his tongue. The sweetness of rum mingles with the fruity aftertaste.

Humming in satisfaction, you close your eyes and place your hands on either side of his face, leaning into the kiss. Roman's light scruff rubs against your palms.

Eventually you pull back in order to breathe in the salty Mediterranean air. Roman's lips chase after your own, hoping to continue and subsequently never stop again.

"Yeah, I do." You sigh, gazing at his eyes as they turn into a molten shimmering gold hue in the afternoon sun.

•

[stararch4ngelqueen]

i saw this couple on the train and his gf fell asleep on him and she just looked at her fondly and took off his jacket to put around her and i damn near burst into fucking tears because what the actual fuck-

ANYWAY

soft!simon reading to reader about something that interests him and she just...falls asleep on him (she could be tired from work or wvr) and he just looks at her like shes the only girl in the world????? please???? i need to heal my heart rn

<3333333

This isn’t proofread, as I risked my sanity typing this out on a long car drive. I hope you like it!

Time written - 5:43 p.m

“That’s a lot of paperwork.” Your comment reaches his ears after he hands you a mug of apple clove tea, cuddled up cozy in a warm gray comforter on the couch.

“It is,” he mutters, carrying with him a thick journal half full of pages he needed to continue. Such as a man like him to bring work home, wanting to keep an eye on you as you fought this seasonal cold.

“That looks like a thousand words.”

“Probably is.”

“What’s it about?” You ask while sipping your hot beverage, tasting orange blossom honey he used to sweeten your beverage.

“Boring stuff, love.” He comments after getting comfortable beside you, clicking his pen in case he needed to use it. “Not worth your time, just drink your tea.”

“Tell me.” You insist without force, resisting the urge to peer over at his blue and black handwriting.

Simon ponders for a good while, mindlessly tapping his pen along thick paper. He figured you’d ask once he brought out this old journal when inspiration struck, but to speak of it? That was a little new.

“It’s a … manuscript,” he decides to call it with the slightest bit of hesitation. “Or a draft. Thought of writing a novel at some point.”

“Really?” Your head meets his, watching him nod slowly.

“Mhm. Mostly short stories. Not ‘bout my life, no. Just … about a boy.”

“A boy?” Your smile permeates through your words, making him sheepishly tilt his head with a nervous grin.

“A boy with a stray dog. They have an adventure in the woods, that sorta stuff.”

“Sounds cute,” you smile, finding the idea of Simon writing a story endearing. Maybe this took his mind off his work stress, our about his own personal struggles in general.

“Can I hear some of it?”

Simon’s lips flatten in thought before he sets the pet down, proceeding to flip through a few pages.

“I’ve never showed anyone this,” he peers at you. “So, don’t laugh.”

“I won’t,” you smile with a mild giddiness whilst getting more comfortable.

Simon proceeds to relay a short paragraph he had written just a couple weeks back. Back when he barely had the time to think much of this journal, but felt the ever so endearing writing urge at a late hour of the night.

He remembers you had gone to bed early that night after cooking him dinner. The snow was dense outside, covering all the piles of withered, colored leaves that had long since fallen from hibernating trees.

“Through brittle cold air and dense fogs resides a canopy made of broken trees; the roof made of crunchy leaves, the steps made of cracked stones. Upon the center of the canopy laid a small puppy, no more than seven or eight months old. It’s fur was slick, her eyes a bright blue. She sat waiting for the boy, proceeding to greet him like an old friend that had left for a long time.”

Simon pauses, realizing his cheeks had grown a bit warm. Clearing his throat a bit, he turns his attention to the next paragraph, purposely avoiding the adoring look in your eyes after reading such a creation.

“The puppy clung to his side like a burr, waddling along with no promise of food. The boy gave nothing in return, other than carrying her in his arms when her legs were too tired to continue.”

“The boy was in search of an old well, said to be in the midst of fir trees in the center of a mushroom circle. Once he finds the well, he’s told to look inside for all his desires to come true.”

“He wandered for hours and hours until he found what he sought; a broken well with dried, dead vines clinging to the rocks. The boy leans over, peering inside to an apparition of a siren staring back in the water’s reflection. She smiles, singing promises of riches and cures to all sickness he knows, for all she requires is for him to reach for her hands fifty feet down below into the cavern.”

“He desired nothing more until the puppy bit into his pant leg, the strength of her tiny, curly body bracing him back from making such a jump. To the boy, who promised not even an ounce of bread to such a minor companion, broke his blindness to the siren’s secret demise.”

“Such a small little thing opened his eyes just in time before the stones cave in, swallowing up the well without its promised child. In return for the pup’s bravery in saving his life, the boy carried her in his arms, promising a warm bed and home cooked meal all the way back home.”

A faint, heavy pressure rests along his shoulder, your slumped head nearly slipping off of his shoulder.

He’s quiet for the longest time, gazing down at the reason he enjoys coming home each day. The sweetest, most heartwarming woman he’s had the pleasure of laying his eyes on.

A chorus of angels erupted from your lungs with every word you spoke, your pretty head full of ideas and phrases that never left his mind running dry with boredom. You were a strong, incredibly beautiful woman, whom sometimes reminded him of a bouncing puppy by his side during your private moments within your own home.

Especially now, snuggled up in his arms, your affected nasals interfering with your breathing just a bit. The cold medicine did it’s job in helping you sleep, so Simon was more than content. Especially as he chose to believe your mind was affected by a cold medicine’s side effect rather than pure boredom.

Softly, he hums as he removes the still warm mug from your hands, readjusting the blanket over your shoulders.

“Told ya so, sweetheart.” He murmurs, running two rugged fingers through your hair before peering outside, frost coating the window pane as pure white snow blankets the earth just outside.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

Venus my dear have you ever thought about fox hybrid childe? Like the fluffy ears in that mess of orange hair and his already sluttaly low rise pants hanging just under the base of his tail? With both a happy trail that runs down towards his cock and one that runs a short length down his back towards the mess of fluffy orange and white that is his tail? Like a full on feral hybrid, and why not add that good ol' knot on his cock too just cause I can!

Now think about fox boy childe and him bring so eager to have you swallow his cum that he knows your mouth, knowing full well you won't be able to take it and will be stuck there, nose pressed into the wet mess of his happy trail, eyes rolling back and breathing shallow as he watches how you struggle to swallow his load.

Or maybe....

Childe smirking down at you as he pulls you forward and make sure you feel how he swells behind your teeth before he comes, fingers tangled in your hair as he sighs, only now that you're truly stuck on his cock dose he release your hair, chuckling, as he watches you and your absolutely wrecked appearance, eyes rolled back in your head, hands falling from his hips, where your pathetic attempts to push him away had failed, just watches how your arms drop limply next to your sides.

Your blurry vision just starting to fade in and out, and the last thing you are actually aware of before you pass out, is one of his hands petting you gently and the other wiping the tears from your cheek as he coos down at you, ears flicking and twitching as another pulse of his cum floods down your throat.

Just think about fox hybrid childe...

ermm… me vs hoardin all of cors asks!! for me n me only!! but… i suppose i can share… cor i luv u i’m givin u a kiss rn mwah mwah!! U^ェ^U

fox childe thoughts!! nothin too fancy just the fuzzy lil guy bein evil wif his knot!! point form headcannon format :3

fuzzy fella!! he’s used to running around in without having to worry about how he’s dressed. hybrids like himself get certain privileges like less people caring about how they present. sure, it’s based in the idea that hybrids are ‘less than human’ but Ajax is like most in which he’ll use it to his advantage. he love love love loves walking around shirtless.

he’s about 6’2, bulky, and muscly. being part animal means he has to stay well in shape for hunting and the many other physical activities that are required of him. his tummy does have some chub!! the tummy chub is good for keeping him warm and healthy through the winter months. also most certainly a hairy boy; a happy trail no one can match.

loves having his tails and ears washed!! please do wash, condition, dry, and brush them he will make a little purring type noise like a motor. he tends to be a bit messy with everything he does, eating, playing, and existing, but a clean and fluffy fox is a happy fox!!

when it comes to his… more primal urges… he’s well aware that full humans aren’t built to accommodate certain characteristics. that won’t stop him from forcing it, though. he’s born to express his needs a certain way and will make it happen even if it hurts you both.

Ajax is already most certainly well endowed. about 8” hard with an upwards curve. he’s got a bit of thickness too but what’s really thick is his knot. his cock is great for splitting you open and pumping you full and it’s also delightfully heavy in your mouth.

he is an unashamed face-fucker. this does loop back into his base instincts of ‘cock in warm wet hole? need to go hard and fast to breed mate,’ though it’s also a personal preference of his. Ajax could hold back if he really wanted to but… why would he when you look so pretty covered in tears with your face turning blue?

lover of messy head. with the way he’ll be bucking into your throat, you’ll already be producing plenty of saliva and tears to moisten his dick but it’s not uncommon for him to spit down onto it as well to make it extra filthy. all fluids will end up being swallowed by you, and maybe him, in the end.

him… knotting your mouth… i am admittedly a bit hot and bothered by this… think of it sort of like sticking a lightbulb in your mouth. it can go in find but, you have to break it to get it out. Ajax’s knot will go in your mouth fine but, you’ll have to wait for it to go down to get it out.

he gets off on seeing you sputter around the massive load of seed lodged in your throat that you can’t properly swallow. he’ll most definitely twitch and shoot out a couple more little bursts while watching you struggle and whimper over everything shoved in your face.

Ajax won’t be completely cruel about it, you’ll still get plenty of praise and pats to your head!! it’s almost enough for you to ignore how he sets his hips fully to your face and covers your nose with his fingers. truly, he does want you to pass out.

he just thinks it’s cute when your cunts been fucked so nice that you end up knocked out so he’s gotta figure out some way to make that happen when it’s your throat he’s fucking!! doesn’t mind forcing it at all.

you’ll wake up clean and with a big fox man curled around you. he’s very easy to forgive when he licks your face as kisses and wags his tail; his own set of charms.

foxboy childe 100/10 a very wonderful lil guy!! mean, sure, but very loving… and needy… and aggressive… and protective…

i wish i had better thots tew add but… cor u have done my brain in once again!! i jus wan my lil fox guy :((

[callsignfangs]

JSSJJSJA I LOVE UR WRITING 😭😭 I'M MUNCHING SO HARD ON IT

p.s im the anon who asked for that farah x g/n reader after a hard mission if that even matters but

-besides that, I have another request🤭🤭 if u have time ofc

g/n reader whos afraid of thunderstorms (from PTSD maybe) and there just so happens to be a thunderstorm tonight oh no but farah is there with them🤩

SORRY FOR THIS REALLY LONG REQUEST BUT UM HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT RAHH GO WILD

GIGGLINGNGN IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED ITT 😚😚

(I’d call you the Farah anon but atp my, like, whole page is Farah. Not that I’m complaining 😇)

And absolutely I will absolutely devour any reqs I get, esp Farah ones, I just love them smmsmm 😇

(AND DONT APOLOGISE FOR THE LENGTH LUVVIEE 💟💟 I LOVE GETTING REQS 🫂)

Also also sorry for the wait ive been focusing a little on art and personal life stuff that’s absolutely battering me rn 🧍‍♂️

Farah Karim x GN!Traumatised! Reader 😚

To say nights were hard was a bit of an understatement for you. Sleep didn’t come easy - not when it was majorly plagued with painful projections and stalking memories, haunting you throughout the night when they couldn’t tear at you through the day.

So, you being up at god-knows-when at night really wasn’t too alarming. You didn’t even mind it that much anymore, it was a bit like a routine. The exhaustion was annoying, and the daily naps were a pain, but it was easier than attempting to face sleep.

Usually. Usually, your waking mind was clearer and safer than your sleeping one. Not tonight.

Tonight? Tonight, the thunder rolling through the air practically sent shockwaves through your room, sending your mind reeling into that fogged, not-quite-here, am-i-there haze, making your chest ache and stomach knot painfully. You wished your mind would surrender you to sleep, even if it was just trading one hell for another.

It wasn’t long before you ended up at Farah’s door like a little lost puppy. It seemed pointless - your hand was heavy with the fear of being a burden and you couldn’t even remember how you’d gotten there. The throbbing weight in your chest seemed to ebb into the air, the thickness slipping from your lungs before you could really get a full breath in.

Farah opening the door almost into your face was actually blessed coincidence, the empty glass in her hand somehow assured your oblivious little mind of just how much of a problem you were to her.

She didn’t even need to see the tears verging on spilling over your cheeks to know.

“Oh, hon, come on, lovely. I can’t have you out here by yourself, can I?”

You only just brought yourself to nod, lower lip wobbling involuntarily. Hands slipped across your back before you could burst into tears, softly guiding your listless form into her room, what little awareness you had left trailing behind. The gentle click of the door shutting only just stood out from the blood rushing through your ears, trying to shield from the growling of the thunder outside.

“Are you.. Are you warm enough, قلبي?” Her words were so motherly it hurt.

“How about I get you something warm to drink, alright? I’ll make your favourite, promise. Then we can snuggle up here and have a movie marathon, or something. How does that sound, love?”

A cosy, toasty drink and snuggles with your favourite girl? It did sound nice.

Farah’s smile widened. You must’ve nodded, or something. You didn’t quite know.

“There. I’m glad you like that idea. Just hold up one second, right?”

And then she plodded off again. Her absence made you hurt primally, fear creeping across your chest and up your throat, latching onto you with an iron grip. No, no, she couldn’t leave, it wasn’t safe, how did you let her go all alone what if-

“Hey, حبيبي, hey, it’s okay. Come here, shh.”

She was back. It felt like some kind of emotional whiplash, your feelings being pulled apart and moulded back together again, moving too quickly for you to really react.

Gentle, familiar hands guided you to sit back down - when had you stood up? - and cradled your cheek in their careful hold. Something slipped up over your ears, and the world went quiet again. Almost disturbingly so, the lack of input, of reassurance to your senses, it was scary.

It was like Farah read your mind as she leaned back in to whisper right next to your ear, just loud enough for you to hear, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Come on, you’re alright. We’re safe right now, we just have to let this storm pass. Literally, for once.”

The relaxed humour brought a weak smile to your face. It didn’t quite reach your eyes, but that was alright. You needed time and reassurance, only one of those had you received a decent amount of.

Her bed creaked as she joined next to you, worn, homely springs groaning with effort. Your hands were enveloped in her touch once again, substantial warmth coating the back of your hand, branching out over your palm and peeking up your wrist.

Farah didn’t hesitate to ease you down against the headboard, tucking a hand down against the small of your back as she fumbled for something she’d placed on the bedside table.

“Do you want that drink, love? I made your favourite. Same way as usual, don’t worry.” The mug was held by your hand, supporting it as you took it in your shaking ones. Her lips puckered softly as she puffed over the hot liquid, a little plume of steam flowing up to your face, the warm flash dragging your mind back somewhat. You idly noticed the seeds of a headache taking root against your temple.

“Careful, غالي, it’s hot.” It took a few moments to drag your eyes up and take her in, but you got there in the end. “Oh, hello, sweetheart. Popped back in, have we?” The light bags tugging at her under eye were engulfed by the soft plush of her cheeks as she smiled. To say she looked relieved was a bit of an understatement. One of her hands slipped from the mug, ensuring it was stable before coming up to give your cheek a little squeeze, thumbing gently at your cheekbone.

At your slow nod, her smile widened even further, gratitude pouring into her gaze. The mug was, once again, eased from your grasp at your seeming disinterest. It was probably going cold, but she didn’t particularly care.

“How do you feel about taking a nap, lovely? Just you and me. We can put on a movie too, like a little cosy movie night - does that sound nice?”

“Yeah..” Your words were almost too shaky to be intelligible, but seeing Farah’s warm glow at the attempt made it worth it.

Hands roamed gently under your thighs, easing you down into her shockingly comfy covers - ‘commander’s privileges’ - and proceeding to tuck you in, fussing over you all the while. It was a win/win, really, she got to look after and fuss over you, and you got a little bit of well-deserved spoiling.

After you were sufficiently smothered, Farah pulled herself up off the bed, calling out a soft ‘one sec’ before jogging out of the room. It was quiet. That wasn’t that bad anymore, though. She’d be back, soon.

Your mind barely wandered in the time it took for her to swipe the laptop off of the coffee table and speed back. She knew better than to leave you alone with your thoughts right now, though your semi-calmness when she got back was reassuring.

“Here we are..” Farah murmured idly, clambering up next to you, placing the laptop on the bedside table by your head. You were softly eased onto your side and pulled to a firm, pillowy chest. One arm was laid out under your shoulder, simultaneously supporting you and reaching out to the laptop, opening up her downloads and mindlessly scrolling through her library of movies. Her other arm was laid over your side, kneading at your tummy before moving slowly up to your chest.

The next few minutes were spent with Farah idly chatting into your ear, bouncing movie ideas off of you as she internally preened at each and every response you gave. Together, you decided on a movie, and cuddled into each other’s safe warmth as the opening credits rolled.

By the halfway mark, you were fast asleep. By the end, Farah was too.

—

Sorry for the kinda rushed ending, I wanted to maybe take this a little further sometime, but it’s been ages and I wanted to give yous a little sumet to munch on /j

Pinky promise I’ll try to drag myself out of my sorta-hiatus 😚🫂

(Tags: @theartisticautisticc )

[steveharringtonat3am]

Reluctance

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 776

warnings: soft!dom steve, spanking, praise kink

a/n: this is entirely for @carolmunson who put this idea in my head! here you go bestie! (also i swear i will write something other than smut that has real plot your girl is just swamped rn so this is all you get)

It started in the morning.

As you and Steve got ready this morning for a day of errands, something in you just insisted on wearing your little plaid skirt with an eyebrow raising excuse for a shirt. The outfit made Steve do a double take and you just knew he wanted to say something.

“You sure you won’t be cold?” He asks, which is code for ‘go put more clothes on’ but you choose to ignore the hidden subtext.

“Nope! The weather is supposed to be really nice today!” You smile at him over your shoulder as you fix your hair. You can see him deciding to let this slide for now. Now, that should mean that you should be on your best behaviour for the rest of the day, but where’s the fun in that?

You decide to go to the mall first, as Dustin’s birthday is coming up and neither of you have found him a present. Ending up at the record store, the devil in you decides to get a little closer than normal to Eddie, leaning on the counter to talk to him. You see his eyes flick down every once in a while, the angle giving him a perfect view down the top of your shirt.

Unfortunately, the action doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve. He’s quick to grab your hand and tug you out of the store, barely saying a word to Eddie as he storms out.

“What’s wrong babe?” You play dumb as he continues to tug you out of the mall, Dustin’s present be damned.

“Don’t give me that now baby.” He shoots you a look, angry eyes slightly softening when he sees your pout.

“You promised we could get ice cream…” You’re really laying it on thick at this point. It makes Steve sigh, conflict raging in his head. He HAD promised to get you some ice cream. But that was before you pushed him a little too far.

“That was before. Now…well now I have to punish you.” His hand rests on the bare skin of your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the skin.

You’re quiet as he parks the car, following him inside. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, but there’s always a small tinge of worry before a punishment. You never wanted to push Steve too far into getting actually mad and you rarely saw this kind of reluctance from him.

You follow him to the bedroom, where he turns and beckons you forward. The second you’re close enough, he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against his chest.

“Such a pretty girl…” He cups your cheek and you melt into his touch.

“Shame I have to punish you.” Steve frowns like it genuinely hurts him to punish you. He pulls away and sits on the edge of the bed. You don’t wait for him to say anything, obediently laying across his lap.

“So smart!” He coos as he bunches your skirt up around your hips, exposing your ass.

“Gonna take your punishment?”

“Y-yes daddy.” Any disobedience has been thoroughly pushed aside with the threat of a spanking.

“Good. Would hate to make this difficult on my baby.” He sounds so soft but he starts off hard, smacking you quickly. It stings and you instinctually squirm.

“I know baby…hurts doesn’t it?” He smooths his hand over the skin as the sting fades.

“Yeah…hurts daddy” You turn to pout at him and he melts just a little.

“I don’t like it anymore then you do baby. But this is the only way to get my good girl back.” He gives no warning before the second smack. You suck in a quick breath and manage to stay still this time.

He doesn’t give anymore breaks after that, relentless as he spanks you. But he lays on the praise thick.

SMACK

“Such a pretty girl.”

SMACK

“Love you so much sweetheart.”

SMACK

“My perfect angel.”

SMACK

“All done now baby. Took it so well.” He sits you up on his lap, gently kissing away the tears that have collected.

“It hurt me more than it hurt you, sweetheart.” Steve smiles softly as you pout up at him.

“Am-am I still your good girl daddy?” You mumble, pressing kisses to his jaw. He’s so hard and it fills your head with sinful ideas.

“So good. In fact…I think you deserve a reward.” He pushes you onto the bed, kissing you desperately. And the only thing on your mind?

‘Thank god I was such a brat’

hope you enjoyed!

[duuhrayliegh]

to the rest of your lives

pairing: sebastian stan x reader (singer!reader implied)

warnings: language, fluff, smut at the end (unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], cream pie [kinda], aftercare)

a/n: this was partly a request, partly a prequel of one of my other fics (not a dull life), but here you go. i’m working through my requests rn, it’s slow going, but i promise they’re coming. i love yall

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!

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“The decision to marry you wasn’t one that I came upon lightly. It was a culmination of experiences that made me realize that I never want to live without you.” Sebastian’s eyes glazed over, the creased paper trembling in his hand. “I could never imagine that I would end up here because of a TV interview, but life’s funny like that, I guess.” He took in your face, the small tears running down your cheeks, streaking your makeup. His thumb, still shaking with nerves, left his grip on the paper, swiping the tears away. “Not yet, darling. I’ve only just begun.”

The image of you in the airport flashed through his mind. It was Christmas, so you were leaving the warmth of LA for the cold of New York to spend Christmas with his mother. First time you were ever meeting the woman, and he could tell that your nerves were starting to weigh in.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” Your hands wrung together, Sebastian smiled, sympathetic to your worries. He was scared too, after you left his mother’s, the pair of you were headed to your parent’s house. Instead of trying to equate his anxieties with yours, he stroked your hair, pulling you to his chest by the back of your neck.

“She’s going to love you, Y/N.” Sebastian pushed a kiss against the bucket hat covering your hair. A feeble attempt at concealing your identity to the crowd of people around you. He felt you inhale his scent, feeling your pulse drop as you kept yourself flattened against him.

“You don’t know that.” Your words were muffled, speaking against his pec making a laugh rumble through his chest.

“I do know that.” Your head retreated, just far enough to stare him in the eyes, but not enough to remove his soothing hand from your hair.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I love you.” He watched as you bit the inside of your cheek, your whole mouth shifting to the left.

“Yeah, that’s a good way of knowing.” He laughed to himself, trading your hair for your hand, pulling you with him as he boarded the plane.

“Ma! We’re here!” Sebastian shook the snow from his shoulders, wiping the flakes from your back as well. He pushed you in between your shoulder blades as his mother rounded the corner.

“Oh my baby!” His mother’s accent was thick and it made you smile. Sebastian watched from behind as his mother engulfed you in a bear hug.

“Hi, Mrs. Georgeta.” You were overwhelmed, holding the woman in front of you. Sebastian watched as she squeezed you, picking you up and spinning you around.

“Nonsense, call me Ma. Everybody does.” You nodded, following her as she dragged you to the living room.

“Oh yeah, hi Sebastian. It’s good to see you, Sebastian. Oh, I love you, Sebastian.” He mumbled under his breath as he trailed behind the two most important women in his life.

“You hush, we’re having girl time! Plus, I talk to you all the time, don’t be a whiny baby.” Sebastian’s jaw dropped, hands raising in defeat.

“Sorry, if I would also like attention, Ma.” He threw the comment over his shoulder as he retreated to the kitchen, hearing just soft whispers emit from the living room. He filled a glass of water for you, taking a sip for himself before invading your ‘girl time’ with his mother.

“Thank you, Sebastian.” He sat down beside you, receiving a grateful peck on the cheek from you. “Ma was just about to pull out your baby pictures.”

“Oh god, no Ma, come on. This one actually likes me, can we save that for never?” He jested as his mother flipped through the stack of photos in her lap.

“Don’t think just because you’re grown I won’t ground you, fiul meu.” He rolled his eyes, settling into the couch before sensing your discomfort. You had asked him to teach you Romanian when he told you that his mother still favored the language in her home. He was surprised at how quickly you picked it up, opting to have broken conversations in his native tongue to further your understanding.

“Fiul meu. Do you know the English translation?” He leaned forward, whispering his words against your shoulder in case you didn’t want Ma to hear.

“My son?” He smiled into your shirt, nodding as you beamed, proud of yourself.

“Vorbești românesc?” Your eyes widened, and Sebastian shot his mother a warning look.

“I speak a little, I understand it better than I speak it.” Ma’s face contorted, impressed at your knowledge. “I know that you prefer to speak Romanian in your house, so I wanted to try and comply with that. Although I think comply might be the wrong word because it’s not like you wouldn’t let me in your house if I didn’t speak Romanian, right?”

“Ich mag dieses, Sebastian.”

“Ma.” He chided her, his heart swelling with pride anyway because his mother likes you. “One language at a time.” Sebastian’s hand rubbed your back, small soothing circles to keep your worries away.

“I love your decorations, Ma.” Your voice was quiet, admiring the room around you to stave off your anxiety about the phrase his mother said in Russian. Sebastian watched as the twinkling multi-colored lights caught your eye, drawing you from the couch to examine the ornaments on the tree in the corner. “Did you make these?”

“I was like five.” You plucked a handmade reindeer ornament from the tree, holding it up.

“Is this a moose?”

“It’s got a red nose! It’s Rudolph!”

“Seb, I hate to break it to you, but this is not Rudolph.”

“I was five!” His mother laughed from her end of the couch. “You’re not going to defend your loving son?” Ma raised her hands in surrender, shoulders still shaking with laughter.

“It does look like a moose, Sebastian.” His jaw dropped, eyes flicking between the pair of you, his mother now joining you beside the tree.

“Oh my god, there’s two of them.” You giggled, leaning toward his mother, bumping your shoulder with hers. Ma wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into her side as she kissed your forehead.

“Come on dragă, let’s go check on dinner.” She patted your back, leading you into the kitchen. Before you followed, you started over to Sebastian, kneeling in front of him.

“Y/N, I love you so much, but my Ma’s in the other room, should we be doing this now?” Confusion laced your features until you got his joke, your face contorting in disgust.

“Quit it.” You shoved his collarbone, “I think she likes me!” You ran off before he could agree, leaving him smiling on the couch by himself.

Although this wasn’t that house that Sebastian first grew up in when they moved to America, there were plenty of memories embedded in the walls. Your favorite story was of the struggle getting Ma’s grand piano up the building’s narrow stairway.

“I swear, dragă, I thought Sebastian was going to have a heart attack!” She encouraged your motions in kneading the bread for the load of cozonac. Sebastian leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching as you interacted with his mother all on your own.

“Ei bine, ai de gând să stea doar acolo sau aveți de gând să ne ajute?” (Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to help us?) Ma’s back was turned to him, but like every mother, she had eyes in the back of her head and a sixth sense that told her when her son was being too idle.

“I’ll help. What can I do?” He clapped his hands together, kissing your temple as he settled against the counter next to you.

“Finish off the filling for the cozonac.” Sebastian never thought that he could be so happy as to watch you dance around his mother’s kitchen. He watched from the stove, admiring the two of you twirling around each other, laughter filling the home once again. Sebastian peered through the cut-out bartop of Ma’s kitchen, admiring you as you placed the table settings carefully, just learning of their importance to Sebastian’s mother.

Ma came to rest beside Sebastian, wrapping her arm around his waist lovingly. Her son may be taller than her now, but he’s always going to be her little boy. She placed a small kiss on his bicep, staring at the man through her lashes.

“​​Wenn du ihr einen Antrag machst, Sebastian?” He smiled at the question, catching your eyes for half a second before you darted your gaze away, a blush rising on the back of your neck.

“Soon, Ma.” He turned to lean his back against the countertop, knuckles turning white from his grip. “I want to ask for her father’s blessing first.”

“Dragul meu Sebastian, întotdeauna domnul.” (Oh my dear, Sebastian, always the gentleman.) The switch back to the tongue Sebastian had been teaching you was intentional, your beaming smile greeting them from over the counter.

“Suntem gata pentru cină?” Your elbows balancing on the table as your chin rested in your palms.

“Of course, dragă! Let us eat and celebrate!” She patted your back, swatting at Sebastian’s shoulder for him to grab some food from the kitchen. Though his mother made him sleep on the couch that night, he couldn’t have been more sure in his decision. He was going to propose to you.

Your eyes glistened with more unshed tears, the fat droplets bubbling up against your waterline, just begging for you to blink so they could spill over. Unfortunately for them, you wouldn’t dare. You were too enamored by Sebastian’s vows to you. His recollection of his decision to marry you. Too enamored by the obvious tremor of his nerves, the first time he’s ever been visibly nervous in front of you.

“Though you look absolutely ravishing tonight, dragă, I can’t help but to adore you more when you are dressed down. The absolute epitome of comfort, lounging about the apartment in my shirt and those horrific Captain America sweatpants you insisted on buying.” Your head dropped, the pieces of hair framing your face falling over your nose, making you wrinkle it in displeasure.

He couldn’t remember much about meeting your parents, just that he was scared shitless of your sister. Sebastian didn’t think that he had ever met anyone so intimidating in his life. The second that he stepped into your parents house, he wasn’t sure what to think. There were pictures of all of your family lining the stairway to the second floor, and a cheesy portrait of you and your sister hanging beside the door that he stopped to admire.

“We took that as a joke. Those are our Dad’s old Hawiian shirts that we found in the attic.” Your sister uncrossed her arms, stepping beside Sebastian at the wall. “Along with some of our mother’s old jeans from her high school years. In truth, acid wash was not our best look.”

“Hallie!” He leaned over to her, wrapping her in a warm embrace. It wasn’t the first time that Sebastian had met your sister. She had come to visit you often in LA and New York, desiring a change of pace from the restrictive small town you hailed from.

“Hi, Sebastian.” She returned his hug, pulling him further down to her height. “Did you get taller since I saw you last?” Unlike Hallie, you had dropped the stereotypical Southern twang in your voice the second you could, much like Sebastian and his own accent.

“No, you just got shorter.” He rested his arm on the top of her head to emphasize his point. Hallie shook his arm off her head, fussing over her hair immediately. “Tell me. How prepared should I be?” He glanced around the foyer of your parent’s home.

“They’re all here. It’s like a goddamn family reunion in this bitch.” She led him through the house, his eyes still searching for your familiar face.

“Sebastian!” His ears perked at your voice, gaze darting around the room for you. Eventually, you approached him, swimming through the many occupants of the room.

“I think they’re going to violate the fire codes for the house.” Your sister quipped from beside him, making him giggle under his breath, a noise that doesn’t often escape him.

“Come in! Meet my Mama and Pop.” Your fingers threaded through his, pulling the mass of a man to the kitchen. On the other side of the island stood an inviting looking man and a stoic woman. His heart rate increased, anxieties rising as he endured their judgement. “Mama, Pop, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is my Mama, Francine and my Pop, Jackson.” Your father smiled at him, offering Sebastian his left hand to shake in a greeting.

“It’s so good to finally meet you, Sebastian. We’ve heard so much about you.” Sebastian reached forward, stepping out of your tight grip to approach your father.

“It’s good to meet you too, Mr. Y/L/N.” He beamed at your father, “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He turned to your mother, hoping for the same welcome. Only instead to be greeted by her steely glare. Sebastian straightened his back, thoughts running through his head. Scratch that thing about your sister, your mother was his real fear.

“Oh come here! I can’t pretend anymore!” Her facade broke, launching herself into Sebastian, wrapping him in a bear hug. “Aren’t you prettier than a speckled pup in a little red wagon!” Francine retreated from Sebastian’s body, her hands gripping his cheeks. “You sure this one played that broodin’, ne’er-do-well, don juan on the telly?”

“Yes, Mama.” You pulled your mother off of Sebastian, that Southern accent you worked so hard to get rid of trickling in by the sentence. “Now let the poor man go. And I told ya to not mention that.”

Sebastian placed his hand on your shoulder, squeezing to let you know it was okay. He watched as your mom raised an accusatory finger at your sister.

“Blame that one! She made us all watch his movies.” Your brows furrowed, head whipping around to Hallie.

“You did not.” She shrugged noncommittally, raising her hands in surrender as she giggled. “You don’t watch out I’m gonna cream ya corn, hussy.”

“You’re the hussy!”

“I am not!” Your father walked to stand beside Sebastian, appreciating the moment.

“It’s been a minute since another man’s been in the house.” He faced the continuing argument between you and your sister.

“You’re surrounded by so much estrogen so much of the time, Mr. Y/L/N. I honestly don’t know how you handle it.” Sebastian joked with your father, learning from you that was the best way to stay on his good side.

“Oh please, you can call me Jack.” He leaned closer to Sebastian, whispering underneath the increasing loudness of the girl’s argument. “If my Y/N likes you as much as she claims, then you’ve earned it.” His heart warmed, feeling his cheeks go with it.

“I told ya to leave it be!” You turned back to Francine quickly. “Which ones did she show ya?”

“The main ones?” You groaned at your mother’s unhelpfulness. Sebastian smiled, shaking his head at you, deciding that now was as good a time as any to calm you down.

“Dragostea mea, it’s okay.” Sebastian ran his palms over your arms, calling your attention to his presence before you.

“See? Seb is fine with it.” Hallie walked past the two of you, a smug smile settling on her face.

“Wait, but which ones did you suggest?” Hallie giggled at Sebastian’s question.

“Well, not Monday. Or The Bronze. Or Endings, Beginnings.” She rounded the both of you, leaning in closer. “You get naked a lot. Is that like a kink or somethin’?” Sebastian huffed out a laugh, holding you back from launching yourself at her.

“Thank you for your astute observation, Hal. Always a pleasure.” Sebastian was speaking through his peels of laughter. “And are you really that interested in our sex life? I can be very open if you want me to be.” Your hand covered Sebastian’s mouth, biting your cheek to stop you from giggling yourself.

“Hal, this is not happening anymore! Come on, Seb, let’s go meet the rest of the bunch.” You took his hand, leading him back through the throngs of people. You placed yourself on the arm rest of the couch, sitting beside Sebastin who occupied the free cushion. Conversations swirled around him, though he was able to ground himself by the touch of your fingers tracing random circles into his shoulder.

Eventually, the excitement wound down, conversations becoming lax. More and more people began to notice Sebastian sitting quietly in his corner, speaking when spoken to, happily observing the interactions of the people surrounding him.

“Wait a minute!” One of your younger cousins, Stacy who was around eighteen, pointed her finger at Sebastian. “I know you! You’re like totally famous!” Sebastian’s eyes furrowed, pointing a finger at your face.

“Yeah, she’s totally famous. Big singer gig.” Sebastian laughed into your shoulder as Stacy kept talking.

“No, like you’re famous famous.” She twisted her phone in her hands, screen illuminating her face with a blue glow. “I’ve got to tell my friend Ainslee, she’s like obsessed with you, she’s going to flip.” Sebastian grimaced, he really wasn’t here to be the center of attention, he just wanted to spend a nice Christmas vacation getting to know your family.

“Stace, can you not? Please? We aren’t here to make a huge deal, alright?” Stacy shot you a glare, clearly unhappy with your decision, but put her phone away anyway.

“Fine, I’ll wait until after the festivities die down, but I do want to tell her.” Sebastian watched as Y/N waved Stacy’s comment off, murmuring something about her getting her proof eventually.

“Speaking of, you two, how long are y’all planning on stayin’ with us?” Sebastian’s head turned to face Francine who had taken up residence on the couch cushion beside him. Your head swiveled to face Sebastian just as he did you.

“Well, uh, we haven’t talked about it?” It was a question directed at Sebastian, understandably so. The pair of you had spent actual Christmas Eve and day wrapped in each other’s arms in your apartment in New York. Never leaving the bedroom for anything other than bottles of water and bags of snacks.

“We spent a few days at my Ma’s house, so it’s only fair that we spend the same amount of time here too.” He turned back to face Francine and Jackson, “That is if you don’t mind us staying.”

“Oh! Of course not, we’d be delighted to have you!” Sebastian beamed, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning his head on your arm closest to him. The night began to wind down, the younger kids being put to bed in the upstairs rooms of the house.

“Alrighty, I know it ain’t much, but all the other rooms are taken, so I hope y’all don’t mind.” Francine stood with her hands on her hips in front of the couch, beginning to take off the cushions. “It pulls out and blows up, so it’s a decent sized mattress, just everywhere else is full.”

“It’s fine, Mama. Thank you.” Sebastian had joined Francine in her effort to unfurl the couch. Just as Francine went to say something else, most likely going to excuse the use of the pull-out couch, the doorbell rang, echoing through the now mostly empty space.

“I’ve got it!” Stacy came bounding down the stairs, clad in shorts that were ‘wildly inappropriate for company’ as you later remarked to Sebastian. She yanked the door open, unveiling Ainslee. Sebastian snickered to Francine as he watched your arms cross your chest, anger rising in your body.

“Hey, Ainslee, how’s it going?” Ainslee waved at you, shooting nervous glances over to Sebastian’s back as he was making up the bed with your mother.

“Hi, Y/N. I didn’t know you were coming in for Christmas this year. Thought you’d be too busy with all your songs and shit.”

“Ainslee!” Your mother spun, facing Ainslee with a glare. “I don’t know what kinda language your Mama tolerates, but we don’t speak like that in this house.” Sebastian stood to his full height, standing behind you as Francine scolded the eighteen year old.

“Sorry, Fran. It won’t happen again.” Ainslee shot you a look on her way up the stairs, trailing just behind Stacy. Sebastian smiled into your shoulder as Francine apologized for Ainslee’s behavior.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into that girl.” She quickly dismissed herself, retreating to her own bedroom for a well-earned night’s sleep.

“Had I known how many people were going to be here, I wouldn’t have suggested we come down.” Sebastian waved off your comment, digging through your bag for your pajamas.

“Oh please, if I can handle you and Hallie when she comes in, your whole family is a piece of cake.” He thrust the outfit into your hands, shooing you off to the bathroom to change before bed. He took his time getting ready, trading out his jeans for sweats, as a courtesy seeing as how he was in your parent’s house. Sebastian brushed his teeth in the kitchen sink, careful to avoid the dishes from dinner that he decided to take care of as well.

“It’s weird seeing you act domestically.” Sebastian jumped at the new voice, turning to face Ainslee and Stacy sitting at the counter on the bar stools. He considered her comment, head tilting to the side a bit.

“Why’s that?” His hands continued washing the pots and pans, placing them on the drying rack beside the sink when finished. Ainslee shifted to the front of the island, deciding to sit directly on the countertop, Stacy soon following after her.

“Well, just every role you’ve ever played has been some kind of fucked up.” Stacy’s voice sounded over the loud spray of the faucet. “I think the closest to domestic that we got to see you was Frank from Endings, Beginnings?” Sebastian’s head lifted from his task, staring out the window above the sink. He made a face to the window, carefully considering his next choice of words.

“Wasn’t that one a little bit too mature for you two?” They giggled at his word choice, clearly not chosen carefully enough.

“I mean, if that one was a little mature for us, then what was The Bronze?”

“Mm, or Monday?” Sebastian’s eyes widened at the window, his heart rate increasing. He really didn’t know what to do, he was almost positive that these two eighteen year olds were going to blackmail him or something. He spun, facing the both of them with his hands gripping the counter behind him.

“I don’t really like where this is going.” He cautioned, mostly to himself, but loud enough that they could hear him as well. Ainlee and Stacy raised their hands in surrender.

“We come in peace, Stan.”

“What do you want?” Ainslee shot a look at Stacy. “I’m trying to make a good impression on Y/N’s parents and I feel like her eighteen year old cousin and her friend watching my movies that show a lot of my acting range isn’t the best thing for them to find out about.”

“Why do you want to make a good impression?” Stacy asked a loaded question. Nobody beside Hallie and his mother knew that Sebastian wanted to propose to you. He was planning on getting your parents alone, so he could ask their permission. As traditional as it sounded, he wanted your parents to like him. Sebastian checked around the corner of the kitchen, straining his ears to listen for your presence.

“Can you two keep a secret?” They shared a look before nodding eagerly. Sebastian tiptoed over to his bag on the mattress, nudging his head for them to come see. He glanced around the room again, making sure you weren’t going to interrupt them.

He dug to the bottom of the bag, fingers holding the small velvet box. He ran his thumb over the fabric, one particular spot already worn from the amount of times he had done that same motion. He gripped the top half, peeling it from the bottom. Just there, set against a brilliant red cushion was the engagement ring he bought for you to wear over six months ago. His eyes trailed up to Stacy and Ainslee who were shaking in their seats.

“You’re proposing!” Stacy’s voice was a little too loud, making her cover her mouth quickly. “You’re proposing!” She whispered harshly, leaning forward to inspect the ring Sebastian chose. Footsteps thudded against the wooden stairs causing Sebastian to panic and slam the box shut, shoving it back into his bag.

“You’re so not stealth.” Hallie joked as she approached the three of them in the living room. “Let me see! I haven’t seen it since we designed it.”

“You knew?” Ainslee sounded betrayed by Hallie. Truthfully, this wasn’t the first Sebastian had heard of Ainslee. Y/N had mentioned her to him several times before, always in conversation about Stacy though.

“Of course, I know. I’ve known since the beginning. It’s all in the way he looks at her, now give it.” Hallie held her hand out expectantly, the black box sliding ever-so-easily into her grasp. “It looks great, Seb.”

Sebastian was proud of his creation. He had it made specifically for you, with the help of Hallie of course. The white gold band sparkled in the reflection of the diamond. When first designing it, Sebastian had chosen a larger stone, but Hallie quickly stopped him. ‘She’s not one for the big diamonds, not super materialistic. Go with something that calls to you, but keep that in mind.’ Sebastian was proud of it, and he couldn’t wait for you to be his.

“Oh my god, Y/N Stan. Ains! Can you believe it! I’m going to be related to Sebastian Stan!” Hallie made a face, Sebastian laughing under his breath immediately afterwards.

“Now you two know, can you forget that you’ve experienced my,” he coughed, “acting range?” Stacy waved her hand, Ainslee answering for the both of them.

“I mean forget is a strong sentiment, but we won’t mention it.” Sebastian laughed, slightly uncomfortable at that, but nonetheless he was happy that he wasn’t going to be exposed.

“Off to bed, you two. We’re going shopping tomorrow with Y/N. She’s going to need a new outfit.” Ainslee and Stacy groaned as they were rushed away from the living room. “Oh, also your soon to be fiance is passed out on my bed. Come remove her please and thank you.” Sebastian shook his head, following Hallie up to her room. He turned the corner, laughing out loud when he recognized your sprawled out figure on the white duvet of Hallie’s bed.

“Yes, yes, it’s all very funny, now get her out!” She made a motion with her hands toward the door. Sebastian approached you, slotting his arm under your waist and neck, carrying you bridal style back to the living room. He yanked the covers back, tucking you in as he fell beside you. You snuggled into his chest, moaning softly as his fingers gripped your waist.

“I love you, Sebastian.” He smiled, kissing your forehead as you drifted off. He glanced at your face, making sure you were asleep before replying.

“I love you too, Y/N Stan.” He’s going to propose to you.

“And now, here we are. Standing before our family and friends,” He took a breath, laughing to himself, “and ya know, Hal,”

“Hey!” The crowd laughed, a pleasant feeling settling over them.

“Just kidding. But, here we are. Professing our love for one another. The decision to propose to you, to marry you, wasn’t one taken lightly. I knew from the moment I met you that you were going to be very important to me, I just never could have guessed how important.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, biting the inside of his cheek as tears ran down your face again.

“And now here you are. Standing before me. Looking as beautiful as you always have. Making me feel like I’m finally worthy of the love and affection that you’ve always shown me. And I hope,” He took your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it then holding it to his forehead as he spoke.

“God, I hope I can make you feel the same exact way for the rest of our immortal lives.” He watched as Y/N’s chest shook with her inhale, a smile spreading over her features. She stepped forward, kissing his lips quickly.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, sis.” Hallie leaned forward, laughter sweeping through the audience again. You excused yourself, looking at Sebastian’s shiny black shoes.

“Sebastian, if you could take Y/N’s left hand in your right.” Sebastian’s thumb ran over your knuckles, tracing random patterns into your clammy skin. “With your whole heart, do you take Y/N as your partner, acknowledging her strengths and accepting her faults, as she does yours? Will you be hers in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in failure and in triumph? Do you promise to be faithful and supportive and to make the love you share and happiness you experience together a priority?”

“I do. Y/N, you are my person, my love and life, today and always.” The ring slid onto your finger, joining the engagement band. The one that he had slid onto your finger as you sat before a fire in Death Valley. A small squeal brought Sebastian out of his head, to you biting your lip and gripping his fingers as you took deep breaths.

“Y/N, if you could take Sebastian’s left hand in your right.” Sebastian’s hand fit perfectly in your grasp, a small sigh escaping his lips as your nails scraped against his wrist. “With your whole heart, do you take Sebastian as your partner, acknowledging his strengths and accepting his faults, as he does yours? Will you be his in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in failure and in triumph? Do you promise to be faithful and supportive and to make the love you share and happiness you experience together a priority?”  Sebastian’s eyes caught yours as you slid the band onto his finger.

“I do. Sebastian, today I marry my best friend, the one I have laughed with and cried with. The one I have learned from and shared with, the one I have chosen to support, encourage, and give myself to through all the days given us to share. Today, I marry the one I love. Today, I marry you, Sebastian.”

“You can’t throw rice on your wedding day!”

“Why not? It’s tradition, Hal!”

“No, she’s right, you can’t. Rice swells in the stomachs of birds and kills them.” Your mouth gaped, eyes darting over to Sebastian who was minding his business on the couch.

“Are you hearing this shit?” Sebastian made a face.

“I know you don’t want to hear this--”

“Not you too.”

“But they’re right.”

“Et tu, Brute? Et tu?” Sebastian shrugged from his spot, not paying you anymore mind. He knew you wanted the wedding to be perfect, but the amount of planning you were doing was weighing too heavily. “Oh well, we’ll figure something else out.”

“More importantly! The bachelorette and bachelor parties. Seb, has your best man been planning your bachelor party?”

“I’m sure Anthony has been planning it since our first press tour together. You don’t need to worry about anything, Hal, he’s got it covered.” Hallie pointed a finger at Sebastian.

“I’m going to need his number, I’ve got an idea to run by him.”

“What’s that?” Stacy sat on the other end of the dining table, labeling the place cards for the reception.

“Well, I can’t very well tell the likes of you. You and Ainslee almost told Y/N that Sebastian was going to be proposing!” Stacy’s eyes widened as Sebastian’s head turned to face the group, slowly.

“You did what now?” Stacy ducked her head, not meeting Sebastian’s eyes.

“In my defense, I shouldn’t have been trusted with the knowledge in the first place!”

“You were blackmailing me!”

“Only a little!” Sebastian’s jaw clenched, rising from the couch quickly.

“Okay, Stace, Hal! It’s time to go. I’ll see you later!” You rushed the pair out the door, settling in front of Sebastian. His chest heaved with his breaths, jaw ticking every now and then. He stared at the wall behind you, not meeting your eyes.

“I love you.” Your hands fell to his pecs, feeling his heartbeat against the clothed skin. “Our wedding day is going to be magical, but do you know what’s going to be even better?”

Sebastian’s eyes dropped to your face, shoulders releasing the tension that had built up. His hand ran over your arms, covered by one of the Henley’s he had stolen from set. His fingers traced their way up to your face, cupping your jaw then running his thumbs over your cheeks. He made a small hum, eagerly awaiting the moment to hear your voice again.

“The marriage.” You pressed forward, shifting your weight to your tiptoes, pecking the corner of his mouth. “Our marriage, Sebastian. And as much as I would like for our wedding day to be perfect and to go off without a hitch, I know it won’t be what I’m picturing in my head. Something is going to go wrong. That one uncle of mine is probably going to show up drunk.”

“Mm, Anthony’s speech is probably going to be horrific.”

“Hal’s too, I’d imagine.” You laughed, forehead resting on his chest, that beautiful smile gracing your face, the one he loved and adored so much. “Nonetheless Sebastian, we will persevere.” He backed away from your body, making you strain your neck to look at him.

“I like that.” He wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you back to him, back to where you’re always going to belong. “We will persevere.”

“Vom persevera.” Sebastian’s head tilted, taking in Hallie’s profile. In the lighting, her midnight blue dress appeared black, contrasting against the reception hall floor beautifully. “I can’t tell you how many times I had to go over that with Sebastian.” The crowd laughed, seated at round tables covered with table clothes of the same midnight blue. “It’s Romanian for ‘we will persevere.’ It’s a phrase spoken haphazardly, one thrown about with caution, much like another three worded phrase.”

Hallie shifted, swallowing audibly into the microphone. Sebastian’s eyes dropped, gaze falling to you. Your head was tilted back to take in Hallie’s form, only allowing Sebatian to see the side of your face. And what a beautiful view it was. The white of your dress covered your arms, though exposing your shoulders and collarbones, decorated with the lovebites that Sebastian left on you last night. As much as your makeup artist and both your mother and Sebastian’s mother tried to convince you to cover them, you just couldn’t do it. Telling him later that it was just another way you were connected to him.

“When we were little girls, Y/N was never one to talk about love. Although she did talk about it later in life. I remember when we were about nineteen years old, Y/N told me what she thought of love, what she believed love truly was, and what it felt like. ‘Hal,’ she said, ‘love is accepting someone for who they are and not wanting to change a damn thing about them. Love means that you’ll always have someone there for you during your highs and lows. Love means that even though you aren’t guaranteed happiness, you are guaranteed that you’ll have someone to fight for it with you.’ Granted, she said all this while drunk off her ass, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels that we stole from our Dad’s liquor cabinet.”

Sebastian laughed into your neck as your head dropped into your hands, groaning at the broken memory. Hallie waited for the laughter to die off before continuing.

“But what’s funny to me, is when I asked Sebastian what love meant to him.” You turned to Sebastian, brows furrowed, unaware of the conversation that Hallie was referring to. “It was the third or fourth time I had visited them in New York, I was going ring shopping with Sebastian. It was about a year or so into their relationship, though he waited to propose until at least six months after he bought the damn thing. I remember we were perusing the different shops, avoiding the paparazzi so Y/N was none the wiser. We had just left like the fifth or sixth shop, still ringless, and I turned to Sebastian, asking if this was his subconscious telling him he didn’t actually want to get married. I received an immediate no, the explanation followed a few blocks away, when we finally admitted defeat for the day and ate lunch. ‘I just want everything to be as perfect as her, so I’m having a hard time picking the right one. Also, I’m terrified that she’s going to say no when I ask her, which would be a whole other thing.’ I tried reassuring him that Y/N would obviously say yes because she’s beyond infatuated with him, but all he could say over and over again was that he didn’t want to fuck up because he didn’t want to lose her.”

Hallie paused again, locking eyes with Y/N. “He can be very poetic when he wants to be because he told me. ‘I don’t need anyone to complete me, but I need someone who will accept me completely and Y/N is that person for me. Y/N makes me unbelievably proud and I strive to make her proud, as well. I love listening to her, and laughing with her, and spending a Saturday morning with her. I love her with every fiber of my being and I want to spend the rest of time with her by my side. So, help me not fuck this up.’” Tears ran down your cheeks, making Sebastian smile into your shoulder, swiping away the remnants of them.

“Sebastian! What’re you doing here? You’re supposed to be in your own room, we aren’t supposed to see each other!” Sebastian’s head cocked to the side.

“You’re in the elevator too, miss ma’am.” A smile spread across your features, abandoning all hope of staying away from each other. You threw yourself into his arms as the elevator doors closed, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

“I was on my way to come see you. I think I’ve grown too comfortable sleeping next to you.” Sebastian smiled into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses against the exposed flesh. After you released your arms from his neck, he took a second to admire what you were wearing, which was little to nothing.

The tank top did little to cover your breasts and didn’t protect you from the bite of the cold hotel air, making your nipples bulge against the fabric. His hands shifted to your ribcage, thumbs running back and forth over the side of your breasts, enjoying the sharp intake he listened to you take. The elevator doors opened again, remaining on the floor of your room.

“Shall we, Mrs. Stan?” He held his hand out to you, waiting for you to lead him to your room.

“Absolutely, Mr. Stan.” Sebastian trailed after you, pushing the door of your room closed with the help of your body. His hands roamed any skin he could reach, eventually latching his lips onto your neck and collarbone, sucking harshly at the flesh.

“Dumnezeule, cȃt te iubesc, Mrs. Stan.” He spoke against the column of your neck, pausing his feverish mannerisms to take in your debauched state. Your head tilted back, allowing him the opportunity to roam your skin uninhibited.

“I love you too, Mr. Stan.” Your chest heaved, bouncing against Sebastian’s as he pressed you against the door. “Mă ruineze, te rog.” The words slipped out of your mouth, snapping Sebastian’s eyes to your face. He hadn’t taught you that, so you must’ve learned it on your own. His cock jumped at the request nonetheless, ruin you? His fucking pleasure.

He lifted you by the back of your thighs, transporting you to the bed. Sebastian unceremoniously dropped your weight onto the plush mattress, blanketing your body with his own just seconds later. Your hands traversed the expanses of his back, bunching and pulling at the fabric of his shirt to remove the infernal thing. Only to moan appreciatively when it was finally removed, displaying his freckled chest to you. Sebastian sucked on the pulse point of your neck, loving the way that you reacted, dragging your dull nails down his back, surely leaving marks that would only grow darker by the second.

“Fuck, Y/N, such a good girl for me.” He leaned his weight to one side, pulling at the hem of your tank top. His mouth traveled south, thoroughly appreciating the parts of your body that made you whine and squirm for him. Sebastian’s knee slotted in between your legs, hooking against your core, allowing you to rock against it, getting the friction that you oh-so-desperately were begging for.

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this.” Sebastian paused, hands halfway down your pants, itching to feel the amount of wetness that had accumulated because of him. He dropped his head against your collarbone, kissing there lightly, starting to remove his hand.

“You’re right, we should be responsible.” He shifted, laying beside you on the mattress, exhaling loudly. The bulge in his pants wasn’t going away anytime soon. “I should--”

You shifted, swinging your leg over his waist, settling your core against the tent in his pajama pants. His hands immediately fell to your hips, pressing you further into him, eyes closing at the feeling.

“I hate being responsible.” You leaned down, hands threading themselves in his hair as you kissed him furiously. “Plus,” you pulled back, lifting yourself off his lap to hover there, making a low whine escape from the back of Sebastian’s throat. “We’re getting married tomorrow.” One of his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you to his lips again.

“Pre-wedding celebration, if you will.” He yanked your hips back down to his lap, eyes rolling back at the contact.

“We deserve it.” You bit his bottom lip, swallowing the moan that sounds as you do. Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore, hooking his leg under your calf to flip his body over yours.

“Totally deserve this.” He attacked your chest again, leaving little red marks scattered across your breasts, trailing down to your nipples.

His hand traveled back down to your pants, pulling the fabric from your core. He shifted, shimmying the shorts off, tossing them somewhere in the room. As he stood before you, he watched as your hands untied the knot at the waistband of his pajama pants before shoving them off his hips. Sebastian smiled at your giggling as you retreated from him, laying out on the duvet. Your hands raised, beckoning him to come join you.

“Ești o fată bună, Y/N.” Sebastian covered you again, nudging your legs apart with his hands. “Tu ești fata mea bună.” He listened as you let out a shaky exhale, anticipating his hands on your skin. Anticipating the feeling that he was going to give to you.

“Yes, I’m your good girl, Sebastian.” You whined, pulling at his hair, tugging at the strands that you could reach. “Please, Bastian. Just--” His fingers entered you, an eyebrow raising as he stilled his movements, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you without question.” He twisted his hand, rotating his fingers as he listened to the sound of how wet you really were.

“I want you, Bastian. Just you, please, Please, fuck me.” Sebastian’s teeth hooked onto his bottom lip, dragging his tongue over it to soothe the ache he caused.

“Alright, I’m here.” He removed his fingers from you, much to your dismay. He hiked one of your legs over his hip, adjusting the angle he thrusted into you from. Sebastian leaned down, biting into your shoulder as he entered you, the tightness of your pussy making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck me.” He breathed out, enjoying the way your head tilted back, eyes clamped shut as you tried to adjust to the intrusion.

“You’re so big, Bastian.” He smirked, placing one of his hands on your stomach, feeling the slight bulge of his cock in you. “Oh my-- Bastian!”

“Yeah, take it, baby.” He thrusted, hips rearing back only to drop his weight back to you, bottoming out each time.He removed his hand from your stomach, lifting your other leg to his shoulder as he continued pounding into you. His movements never ceased, reveling in the way that your face screwed up in pleasure.

“You’re doin’ so good, taking your fiance’s cock like this.” Sebastian’s hips stuttered as he felt your walls clench around him. “Mm, you like that? Knowing that you’re being fucked by your fiance?”

“Sebastian!” Your moans continued growing in volume and Sebastian could tell that you were nearing your climax. He watched as your hand traveled to your clit, rubbing circles on the exposed nub.

“Go on, touch yourself for me, Mrs. Stan.” Your walls clenched again, making Sebastian drop to his forearms on either side of your head. “That’s it, doin’ so good for me.”

“Sebastian! I’m goin’ to cum.” He leaned to one side, eyes locking with the place that connected the both of you. Sebastian shifted, thrusting deeper into you at this angle. He whispered sweet nothings and encouragements into your ear as he felt your walls constrict around him with each hit of his hips.

“Haide, mai fă-o odată dacă te face să te simţi bine.” That was what did you in, the whisperings of Seabstian’s voice in his native tongue. Go on, do it again if it makes you feel so good. He felt your orgasm as he continued, never letting you rest as he began chasing his own high that wasn’t far behind. His fingers fell to your abandoned clit, overstimulating the nub as he drove his hips into yours.

“Come on, Y/N, încă unul pentru mine.” Tears spilled over your waterline, dripping into your hairline as Sebastian continued. Come on, Y/N, one more for me.  He prolonged your orgasm, throwing you into another as he reached his own high. His hips stalled, pelvis resting against yours as he panted above you. Your eyes were closed when he looked at you again, making his brows furrow. His hands ran over your face.

“Y/N? Baby?” He ran his fingers over your cheeks, wiping away the tear tracks. “Come back to me, baby.” He kissed your forehead as your eyes opened, revealing your blown pupils staring back at him.

“That was so worth it.” He huffed out a sigh of relief, pulling his hips back from yours as he watched the combination of your cum and his leak from your spent pussy. He swiped his finger through your folds, bringing the moisture coated finger to his lips. Sebastian’s eyes slid closed as the flavor that was distinctly you burst over his tongue.

“So worth it.” He collapsed on the bed next to you, resting for only a minute before gathering the supplies to clean up the mess he made.

“I would help, but I don’t think my legs work at the moment.” He peered at you from the bathroom. There weren't any lights on in the bedroom, only the sliver of open window from the curtains, allowing the shine of the moon into the room. He stood back, admiring your silhouette in the moonlight, wishing he had his phone to capture the moment.

“Shh, this is my job.” He kissed your lips as he dragged the damp towel over your sensitive core, smirking at the way you jumped when the rough fabric met your clit. He laid down beside you, pulling you under the covers, still completely naked.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Your chin rested on his chest, gazing at him through your lashes. He looked down at you, absorbing the image of your face illuminated by the soft glow of the moon.

“I’m ready for the rest of our lives, dragă.” He kissed the top of your head, tucking your body into his as he snuggled into the comforter.

“I’m ready for the both of you to shut the fuck up.” Hallie stood in her robe near the door joining your room with hers. “Did you have to be so loud whenever you fuck?” Sebastian felt your laughter as you pressed your face into his pec.

“I’m not going to stop a lady when she’s appreciated a good fuck, Hal.” He raised one hand in surrender, not really giving a shit.

“Yeah, well I hope it was worth it.” Hallie walked away, slamming the door shut as she left.

“Good night, Hal!”

“Shut up!”

Hallie looked around the room, settling her eyes on you and Sebastian. She opened her mouth to speak but no words left. She chewed the inside of her cheek, deciding how to best finish her speech.

“You never know when you’re going to find your person. I hope that one day I’m as lucky as the both of you. I wish you all the happiness the world has to offer.” She raised her champagne glass. “So I’d like to make a toast, to happiness. To eternal love. To Y/N and Sebastian, may your love last as long as you both do. To the bride and groom. To the rest of your lives.”

*****

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€ 5,00 !? for a coffee !!

scummy!dabi!hawks x fem!reader

dark content (dubcon/noncon)

this is from my old blog sorry :( have writers block rn !! (not proof read)

it had been how many weeks now. two three? you had lost count. your mind was jumbled and your body still felt dirty. no matter how many times you scrubbed, the feeling remained. but no matter how many people you slept with to forget the accident, nothing satisfied you.

god, what were you? some common whore begging to me taken advantage of by two brutes again. it was laughable. embarrassing!

school was a distraction but also a reminder. you skipped lessons to avoid them. contemplated changing courses even. anything to forget.

-

you were listening to god knows what, studying still after several hours. your mind seriously couldn’t wrap around analysing any form of english.

you were aching to slip into bed, watch some tv and doze off. before you could form a coherent thought as to how to answer this question, a knock to your door jolts you out of your thoughts. that’ll be your roommate, drunk no doubt. fridays were always ‘party days’ in her eyes.

“coming!” you roll your eyes when the knocks grew louder, snickers coming from behind the thick wood.

“i told you, i can’t keep babying you when your drunk.” swinging the door open you weren’t met with the petit red head, but instead two pair of silted eyes staring at you.

you couldn’t close the door? well no, not when dabi’s foot was so rudely jamming it back open.

“well, well, well. what do we have here?”

“please, what do you want?”

“please what do you want.” the raven haired boy mocked you, eyes sparkling and teeth bared. you were stuck, a mouse in a trap.

you felt you heart swell, tears drop. “awe dabi, you’ve gone and made her cry,” the blonde said in faux empathy “it’s okay baby, ignore him.”

empty words, that’s all they were. empty words from people who could care less.

“please, just…” your words trailed off as the two large men barged past my door, bolting it shut.

“please what…? make you feel good? oh trust me baby, we will.”

the feeling of hawks slender fingers tugging curls behind your ear made you recoil. begin to scream, thrash, sob. the two looked at each other, eyebrows raised, faces amused, teeth bared.

-

whatever you did before was no good. actually it only spurred them on. “this little hole was just waiting for me, huh.” the blonde says, a statement more than a question.

his cock pistons in and out of you, thrashing you to reluctantly take dabi further down you throat, making him emit and gargled moan. “mm, you’re so fucking warm.” the raven hair said, hand stroking your back as the hawks lifted his leg, making your back arch and legs shake.

the assault carries on for what seemed ages. you were a mere spit roast. you could feel the humiliation wrap around you as your throat began to bruise and your insides started to quiver.

“keigo.” your voice seemed pathetic even to you, it was laced with pleasure, there was no denying it.

“you hear something dabi.” the blonde said, as if he wasn’t fucking into you at an ungodly pace.

“no? last time i checked onaholes didn’t speak.” the boys laughed as tears wet your cheeks.

“mm gonna’ cream in this tight pussy, huh.” you couldn’t reply to him, dabi had a death grip on your head as his thrusts grew sloppy.

“gonna take my cum, baby?” you could only whimper. you weren’t able to reply. they knew that. they liked that.

dabi was almost ripping out your hair as you gagged around him, waiting for him to still. after a few more languid thrusts in your abused throat, he stopped, spirts of white shooting down you, making you convulse as hawks does the same, cum beginning to drip out of your poor little cunny.

pants filled the room, matching your whimpers. of course you couldn’t cum, how stupid were you to think you could? so naïve and willing, huh. pulling out of you, hawks avian eyes grew wide as white leaked, seeping and bubbling.

dabi groaned as spit fell from his dick in ropes, matching the cum. he crouched to you, smile never leaving. taking his fingers he shoved the cum pack into your pussy, gathering it and stuffing you like a turkey. you cried at the sudden intrusion, only to find those fingers in your mouth.

“not a drop spilt, you hear me?” standing up he grimaced at the mess, insulting you as he got dressed.

the two boys began to turn, walking through your door, until dabi turned round, winking at you.

“oh,” he feigned innocence as he held up a discarded item “we’ll be taking these again.”

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Our Snowfall

Pairing: Baji x Reader

Request: OPEN

Note: I cried writing this I’m in so much pain rn 😭

Baji slowly opened the door,revealing room of white color, with faint sent of medicines and anti-septic's.

Earlier he was playing catch with Mikey outside, but Mikey wanting to show off threw the ball too hard making the ball zoom across the sky as it breaks the window to a hospital room.

Baji was about to shout at Mikey only to find the blonde boy had disappeared without a trace. And now Baji was on a mission to get his ball back.

“I’m sorry for breaking your window.” Baji bows his head from the door.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Baji blinked in confusion. The voice was that of a young child and not an adult like he was expecting. He raises his head to see a small figure ,who looked really weak.

The person smiled. “The ball is on the table there. It would be best if you left before nurse comes back.”

Baji nods as he walks in and takes the ball. He notices that the broken glasses pieces were already picked up and clean.

Baji turns to look at you. “My name is Baji Keisuke. What is yours?”

Your lips curl into a weak smile. “My name is Y/N…”

Baji walks towards you. “Are you sick,Y/N?” His expression was somewhat worried.

You nod. “I’ve been here forever.” You laugh. “Mama told me I can’t go outside because I get sick easily so I stay at the hospital so Mr. Doctor can help me…”

Baji frowned. He was always an active kid who spend most of his time playing around so when he heard that you don’t get to go outside,it made him sad. “Is it okay if I visit you sometime.”

Your eyes widens as color appears on your cheeks,you then smiled brightly. “I would love that!”

True to his words,Baji immediately visited you the next day.

Ever since Baji entered your life,your life has been full of colors. Baji would always talk about how he spend his day,he would talk about his friends and all the crazy thing they would do.

He would always visit you,never making you feel lonely. Along the way he even introduced some of his friends. First he brought Mikey along and then the next Mitsuya and Pachin.

You were scared at first when Baji said they were in gangs but when you got to know them,they were just dorks,lovable and funny dorks.

“I heard this time we are going to have a white Christmas.” You said as you looked outside.

Baji who was cutting apples for you, stopped as he looks at you. “Are you going to be with your parents?”

You shook your head. “Both my mom and dad are going to be busy with work so they said we can’t celebrate it with me this time.”

You smiled as you turned to look at Baji. “But the nurses said they’re going to set up a Christmas tree so I’m excited!”

Baji looks at how your eyes brightened when you talked about the Christmas tree. You looked so happy talking about and that made you seem so much beautiful.

“I’m sure it would look so pretty-“ Your words came to a halt when you started coughing. The coughing never seemed to die down making Baji rush to your side and when it finally did,there were blood in your hands. He looked at you in horror but you didn’t seem to panic,rather you looked as if you were think ‘Not this again.’ As if this happened regularly.

“I’ll get the doctor real quick!” With that he rushes away.

…….

To your dismay the Christmas tree was smaller than expected but nevertheless you enjoyed the cake your parents ordered for you,you ended up eating them with the grandma next door.

Maybe it was because you weren’t with Baji today,the day felt bit gloomier even-though it was such a joyous day. You missed Baji. 

Just when you were about to sleep,tiny knocks were heard at your door. “Psttt, Y/N.”

You look at the door confused. “Baji what are you doing here?”

Before you knew it,Baji makes you wear a thick jacket and cover your neck with a muffler not answering your question.The wide grin on his face perked your curiosity more.

He then kneels in front of you,his back facing you. “Get on!”

“Huh?”

Baji turns to you and he gives you a grin. “I’m going to show you a huge Christmas tree.”

Baji and you then sneak out of the hospital as he carries you to the main town. You gleam at how beautifully the place was decorated. The air outside was cold but it was so fresh, so much frsh as compared to the air in your hospital room.

“It started snowing!” You shouted excited as you raised one of you hand to try and hold it,only for it to melt as soon as it touches you. “The report was right! We’re having a white Christmas!” It was your first time actually being outside when it was snowing, normally you'd only watch the snow from inside.

Places were beautifully lit, decorated with lights filled with joyful atmosphere. Some with their family others on dates. As people start to stare at the sky taking in the entrance of the snow.

“We’re here!” Baji stops walking as he nudges his head at a particular direction.

There at a distance was a huge Christmas tree, decorated with fairy lights, colorful bulbs and small other decorations. “Wow…”

“Beautiful isn’t it-“ Baji stopped speaking as he looked at your expression. Your eyes gleamed as it shone,from all the lights, you nose and cheeks slightly flushed from cold but the most beautiful part was your smile.

You burrowed you face against Baji’s neck,making him feel ticklish but he didn’t mind it rather he love it. “Thank you Keisuke …” He could feel your breath against his neck.

“I’m so glad I could spend the Christmas with you…”

……

“I hate school!” Baji shouts as he messes his hair in frustration. “I don’t know why I have to study this bull shit!” Baji was currently in you room as he worked on his homework while you were reading a book. A pleasant way you guys would spend your time together. It has almost been two years since you guys met.

You laugh at Baji’s expression as you set down the book you were reading. “Come on now~ Don’t say that..I think school must be fun.”

Baji stops as he realizes what he did. You were someone who could never join school after multiple incidents of you passing out or getting rushed to hospitals when you were a kid.

You couldn’t experience school like he did. Baji huffs as he goes back to his books. “Fine… I’ll aim for twenty marks this time.”

“Twenty? That’s not even the pass mark.” You laugh at him. “How about you go for thirty at least.”

“Thats not the pass mark either, Y/N!“

You were about to say something when a sudden thought came into mind. “Keisuke … I actually was watching tv yesterday and I saw someone making a pumpkin themed cake…”

“So I thought I’d want to eat that but I don’t think I can complete it by myself. So how about you join me…?” Your cheeks flushed red.

You were basically asking him out on a date.Sure you guys spend time together alone but you never once made an offer like this to him. It has been months since you figured out you had feelings so Baji but you never really acted on it.

Since the thought of you getting rejected and in turn losing a beloved friend scared you to no end.

“Sure!” You turned your head quickly at his reply. Baji was smiling as well as he continued. “When would it be?”

You smile as you brought your hands together, excited. “I was thinking of October 31..”

“Ah… I don’t think I can join you then…” Baji replied regretfully. “How about November 1?”

“Sure!” As long as you could spend time with Baji, you were happy.

But then that day never came.

That day you waited for Baji to enter the room,with an untouched cake box on the table. The door opens to reveal Mikey,Draken and Mitsuya.

“Baji…Baji died during our fight against Valhalla …”

Would it be funny if you said you ate the cake while you cried? Probably,but that’s what you actually did. Stuffing you mouth with the soft creamy treat as tears pool you eyes.

Days after were as if a curtain closed closed your window, everything felt so much dim and it didn’t help that your condition seemed to worsen.

You were losing weight at an alarming rate,coughing up more blood at frequent rates. You grew increasingly weaker as you parents even took time off their jobs to nurse you.

But at certain nights you would wake up in tears,as you could barely breathe as you searched for Baji,hoping to see him with you in the room. “Keisuke…”

It was a peaceful winter evening ,the air was cold and places were quiet as white snow gently falls in the ground.

People outside were looking and hoping that the snow would set properly. Kids were already outside as they excitedly play out, parents in their homes were making food to warm themselves up.

“Stay with me Y/N!”

People were rushing all over the room as you dad hold your crying mom.

You head felt as if it was going to burst,a strong sense of nausea filled you. Everything you hear and see seemed so muffled and blur.

Despite you body feeling limp, it was twitching. You breathing which was rapid at first seemed to now slow down,accompanied with a strong aching pain.

Then suddenly all those suffering at once disappear.

You entered into a white place,as if each and every part was covered in snow.Your body felt light with no presence of pain that you were feeling just a second before.

 You walked around too see that in a distance was a very familiar person.A person who made you life so much brighter. A person who you enjoyed every moment spend with him. A person you loved.

That person turns around as he expression turns into a frown.

“Why did you join me so early?”

You smile as a tear rolls down your face. “I guess I missed you too much,Keisuke.”

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hii i just discovered ur blog and whew wow- tumblr is severely lacking some daddy hemsworth fics so tyyy

idk if your taking requests rn but could i please request something with thor or chris where he’s had a rough day at work or something and is very angry so he’s really rough in bed with you that evening and you love it! also could it include lots of dom!thor/chris and dirty talk bc that’s my weakness

tyyy if u do this sorry if it was too detailed idk ive never sent a request lol but ty hunny <3

So first of all thank you @mysticbonkoperavoid , I'm so glad you like my fics ❤️

And secondly thank you so much for your amazing request, I literally got lost in this filth 🥵🥵 I hope you like it 😘

A/N- This is just pure filth, so consider yourself warned 😂🥵🥵 strictly 18+ only. Dom!Thor literally had me ✨ clenching ✨

Summary- Thor's had a tough day and nothing you do is helping until you let him take out his frustration on you and become his little slut.

Word count- 3,243 of pure filth

Pairing- Thor x reader

Warnings- Smut, filth, dirty talk, rough sex, swearing

18+ only!!!

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud

Posted: 22nd Feb 2021

⚡A Push Too Far ⚡

Thor had come home from a mission in a foul mood, you'd tried everything to cheer him up. You'd made him his favourite snack, put on his favourite show and even massaged his big, worn out feet. Nothing was working and you were exhausted with the effort. You selfishly couldn't stand the negative atmosphere and just wanted to know how to make him feel better. If he wouldn't tell you what was wrong how could you help? You were so used to him being overly enthusiastic about everything and hated when he was in one of these moods. Something pretty bad must've happened to dampen his mood this much.

"Just tell me what's wrong and I can help" You huff.

"Will you please just forget it? I don't want to talk about it" Thor said, pushing you off gently when you try to touch him. 

"I want to know what's happened to put you in such a sulky mood." You said teasing him, trying to get his attention. If you couldn't get him to talk to you then you would just have to help him take his frustration out in the best way he knows how.

"Please Y/N, stop talking about it" He says exasperated, you're pushing the last of his nerves and you know it. It's exactly what you want, you know what he's capable of when he's angry.

"Make me." You say, seeing the switch in his eyes as his jaw clenched tightly, the muscles in his neck straining against the skin. You backed away from him slowly, knowing all too well what was coming.

The ground shook around you as bolts of lightning flew from Thor and his eyes glowed brightly making you shield your own eyes from the sudden glare. Immediately knowing you'd pushed him too far. You were frightened but more than that you were massively turned on, your pussy clenching with ferocity. You knew he'd never hurt you, well never more than you could handle but still, angry Thor was a feast for the eyes. Delicious.

"You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I put it to work" He bellowed, his eyes still glowing and his jaw clenched together tightly.

"Is that a promise?" You say under your breath, watching Thor through your eyelashes as he towered over you.

"On your knees" He commanded, with the power of a God, making you weak as his voice rebounded from the walls of the large, almost empty room with a dramatically high ceiling. 

"But..." You start before he cuts you off.

"Did I stutter? do as you're told" He urged, looking down at your petite frame before him. His powerful demeanor making you do exactly as you were told. Looking up at him with innocent eyes as you knelt on the hard, wooden floor.

He circled around you, like a wolf and his prey, taking in the sight of you kneeling like a victim. Purposefully not touching you, the anticipation of when he would strike making you hold your breath. Your panties are already soaking wet and the buldge in his pants is straining against his trousers.

Thor moves to stand in front of you, his legs planted a foot width apart while he gazes down at you, a slow, wicked smile appearing on his lips. Tortuously, slowly unzipping his trousers and pulling out his lofty length, gripping it firmly with his two hands.

"I think that pretty little face deserves to be fucked" oh fuck, Thor, now you're talking. Now was your turn to smile devishly at Thor, ready and waiting for him to feed your slutty little mouth with his fat cock.

He disappears behind you, you try to turn around to follow him with your eyes but he grabs your hair, pulling you back. It made you ache but not your head, it made your pussy ache. 

"Don't move" He whispers into your ear, still pulling your hair back so you're looking up at him. Pulling a hair tie from his wrist and wrapping it around your hair at the nape of your neck. Wait a minute, where did he get that from? It dawns on you that he's had this planned since the minute he'd got home, the only way he knows how to take his frustration out. Probably knowing you wouldn't be able to take his silent treatment and push him too far in the end anyway. Oh you sneaky man, Thor. 

It feels like a painstakingly long time before he's finally back in front of you, his trousers and boxers now discarded on the floor behind you. Taking in the sight of his thick, muscly thighs and his long, thick cock have you licking your pouty lips. You want to reach up and pull his t-shirt off too but he grabs hold of your wrists as they snake their way up his torso. 

"Ah ah ah, are you going to be good? or am I going to have to tie you up?” He asks in a gruff tone making you put out your bottom lip as you sit back on to your ankles. Your knees beginning to ache from the hard floorboards.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, watching you whince with a satisfied look on his face "Do you want a cushion?" He says in a teasing voice while you nod your head with pleading eyes.

"What do you say?" Bending to pick up the cushion from the couch and holding it out of arms reach, smiling sinfully.

"Please" You say sweetly, more than happy to play his game. Your whole body aching with need. At last he pulls his t-shirt over his head, his biceps flexing as he does, your heart racing at the sight of his ravishing nakedness. That perfect body is all yours.

"Strip" he says seductively looking you up and down, throwing the cushion on the floor by your knees and pulling you up and against his rock hard cock. A squeel emits from your mouth, his hands gripping your cheeks firmly.

You look at him for a second, dumbfounded. You're used to him taking the lead and ripping your clothes off in a heated frenzy, this is new.

Elated with the fact he's allowing you to give him a show for once, you drape the straps of your dress over your shoulder, pushing him down on the couch with a hard shove to the chest. Watching that slow smile spread on his lips and his cock bounce, satisfyingly, with the impact.

Pulling the dress down to your feet and stepping out of it, standing proudly in your lacey underwear. Cocking your eyebrow at him as you hook your thumbs into the side of your panties, pulling them down a fraction. You stop to move closer to him, reaching your hands out to touch his bare skin.

"No touching or I swear I'll tie your hands" He says nonchalantly, his eyes hungry with lust, you pout at him, disappointed you can't touch him.

He watches you intensely as you finish taking off your panties and bra, holding in a giggle when you throw them at him and they hit him square in the face.

"You smell, delicious" He surprises you when he licks his lips, no hint of a smile on his face just that deep intense glare of a predator. The word 'delicious' rolls of his tongue, delectably. The way he stares into your soul, taking in every inch of your nude body, makes your stomach clench, your pussy dripping with arousal.

"Now back on your knees" He says, standing back Infront of you, his cock eye level.

Grabbing your ponytail with one hand and guiding his cock to your mouth with his other. You open your mouth instinctively, widely, like the good little slut you are.

Thor takes no prisoners and rams his cock deep into your mouth, making you gag instantly. Your lips wrap around his cock, the length and thickness filling you up. He yanks your hair backwards so your looking into his eyes while he slams his cock in and out of your mouth.

"Look me in the eyes while you take my cock" oh for the love of God... and Thunder. your pussy is dripping, aching for it. "Good girl" 

He pushes your head down on his cock, as far as you can go. You can feel the tip hitting your tonsils and the shaft throbbing in your mouth. You're gagging, spit dribbling down your chin in a disgusting manner. Your eyes brimming with tears as he rams his cock to the back of your throat. 

"Choke on it" he groans, his head hanging back. You feel the confidence to reach out and cup his balls, knowing he wouldn't chastise you when he's too consumed in the ecstasy of your lips and tongue wrapping around his cock.

"Is that better? Are you satisfied now you've got my full attention?" He looks down at you, a deep hunger in his eyes. You were nowhere near satisfied yet, not until you felt his cock stretching your walls but you couldn't tell him that, he'd just tease you for even longer.

"Mmm" you mumble around the length of his dick.

"Don't talk with your mouth full" he scolds huskily, his voice filled with lust.

You hold onto his firm cheeks while you suck his dick, letting your tongue do the work, running over the full length and teasing the tip. Sucking on the tip, hard, while you grip the base with your hand. You can feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, amazed with how hard he is. You know he's struggling with restraining himself, just as much as you, he'll just never admit it. 

Thor lets out a deep growl, thrusting his dick into your mouth one last time before sharply pulling out with a pop. You were actually upset he'd stopped you, you were enjoying sucking his fat dick. He pulls you up to stand before grabbing your cheeks in his hands and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around him.

You want to kiss him so bad. You hang on to him as he pushes you back against the wall, hard enough to leave a bruise. The feel of his cock thrusting against you has you mewling as he bites hard on your neck. Shivers travel through your entire body, finally feeling his lips against your skin and the thrill of his teeth biting against your neck. The fine line between pain and pleasure being well and truly explored.

You're lost in the feel of his teeth against your skin and muscle, moaning loudly, you barely notice when he sets your feet back onto the ground. Sucking loudly on your neck, your head hanging to the side giving yourself to him freely.

"Im gunna leave marks all over your skin so everybody knows you're mine." He says breathlessly against your skin, his breathe tickling your neck making your hair stand on end, your pussy clenching, agonisingly.

Thor pushes his forearm against your throat so you're locked in between him and the wall, no where to go. Staring into your eyes, making you blush as he pushes two fingers into your mouth without warning.

"Suck" he commands, his voice gruff and deep, oozing authority. You know his fingers are going to delve into you and you can't wait, sucking eagerly on his legthy, stocky fingers.

Before you have time to draw breath, he thrusts his fingers into your opening. Immediately curling them around to find your G-spot. Satisfaction plastered on his face when he hears your moaning, knowing he's got you right where he wants you. 

"You love this, don’t you? Let me hear how much you love it.” He whispers into your ear, his arm still pushing against your throat. You can barely take anymore, his sultry words and his thick fingers making your head spin. Nothing else in the world matters right at this moment, he fills you with narcotic desire. Like a drug to you, you can't get enough, always wondering when you'll get your next fix. If you could get away with making him lose his temper on a daily basis, just so could feel this amount of pleasure, you would.

You moan for him obscenely, you're eyes pooling with desire and hunger. His fingers repeatedly hitting your spot, harshly, bringing you over the edge. Your mouth hangs open, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pussy clenches around his fingers.

"Does that feel good" he asks captivatingly, holding is arm against your throat and fucking you with his fingers.

"Amazing" You say breathless, the huskiness of your voice surprising you. His face is so close to yours and your senses so hightened that his masculine scent hits your nostrils. His otherworldly fragrance. The smell you long for on those long nights he's away. It hits you and you're consumed by it, your legs starting to shake as your mind loses control. The orgasm rushing from your core.

Then it's gone, just like that. You open your eyes, noticing they're about to burst with tears. You were so close!

"I don't care how good it feels, don't you dare come yet" he says venomously, you honestly feel like your about to start crying. The build up was so intense and then it was just gone and you still feel that deep need. Thor is looking pleased with himself and if you weren't so turned on by the look on his face, you would've slapped him straight across it. Cocky shit! 

You were about to protest, but he saved you from the punishment when he stuck his fingers into your mouth again. Your slickness coated all over them.

"Now see how good you taste, how wet I make you" you looked him in the eyes resentfully and for just a moment you saw his eyes soften. Only a moment before they're filled with fire once more and he's pulling you to the bedroom across the room. Still fighting the urge to finally have his way with you, taking his precious time to tease you beyond your limits. To show you who's the boss around here. As if you ever had any doubts.

Throwing you onto the bed and pushing your knees open with force. You can feel your pussy throbbing with anticipation knowing it's not long until he finally gives you what you've been craving from the start.

Thor effortlessly clamps both of your wrists above your head in a vice like grip with his big, manly hands, leaving you writhing, like his prey, on the bed below him. You breathe a sigh of relief when he finally reaches down to kiss your lips, biting on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Keep your hands here" Emphasising 'here' with a squeeze of your wrists. You try to stay perfectly still while he moves down your body, straining your neck to watch what he does next.

“What a perfect sight, you, all spread out for me to do whatever I want to” he says, positioning himself in-between your legs. Seeing you in all your glory, your pussy dripping wet making him lick his lips.

You gasp when his lips latch on to your inner thigh, so sensitive to his touch. Biting and sucking all the way down each thigh, your going to be covered in hickies come tomorrow morning. You know that's his plan, he loves to see the remnants of the night befores dirty sessions. Even if no one else can see them, he knows they're there, a reminder that you're his.

"Just marking my territory" he reminds you, confirming your suspicions.

"I know exactly what you're doing" you say through gritted teeth, the pain and pleasure unbearable.

"Let’s find out how much you can take before you're begging me for my cock.”

All you can do is nod your head while you bite down on your bottom lip, afraid how shaky your voice will be if you try to speak. 

The sudden slap to your pussy makes you shout out, completely unexpected but hot as fuck all the same, sending shockwaves throughout your whole body.

"You like that?" He slaps you again, hitting your clit with his fingertips and making you convulse uncontrollably. You can see the restraint on Thor's face, the vein protruding from his neck and the tightness in his jaw are the tell tale signs. You know he's about to burst.

"I love to see you squirm now I want to hear you moan" he grabs onto your hips and turns you over, pulling you on to your knees. His movements getting sloppy and desperate now, the lust taking over him.

You inhale as Thor presses the tip of his cock to your opening, brushing it up and down and gathering your wetness. Your legs threaten to give way as he teases you with his cock, you can't stop yourself from pushing yourself back onto him.

"Do you think you deserve my cock?" his voice was heavy with desire. 

"Yes, Thor... Please" you plead, more than worthy after the torture he's put you through.

Thor eases himself in gradually, while you push yourself backwards, no more patience left in you. Holding on to your hips and exhaling, the satisfaction of finally feeling your walls clamping around him. You whince as he slams himself into you with full force, his balls slapping against you. The sounds of sex filling your ears in a glorious way.

"You won't... be able... to walk... after I'm done... with you" he says between every thrust, knocking you forward with every slam. Your orgasm is building already, you can feel your walls tightening, trying to push him out as he holds on to your hips relentlessly.

He grips hold of your ponytail, yanking it backwards, so your head is as far back as it can go, your neck straining. He squats above you, dipping his dick into you, so deep you can feel it in your stomach. This position is fucking everything, he knows you're about to come and sends a slight electrical charge straight through your core just as you release around him. It feels fucking amazing! 

Thor reaches forward and hooks his finger into your mouth, pulling your cheek back as he continually pounds into you. Orgasm after orgasm gushing all over his cock, dribbling out of your aching pussy until you're kneeling in a puddle of your arousal. Your screaming his name, your pussy throbbing, squeezing against his cock. You know he's struggling to restrain when he inhales sharply.

"Dirty fucking slut" he says venomously.

"You fucking love it don't you?" His voice is breathless and deep, you can't take much more. The power of your come is pushing him out, making you ridiculously tight. You can feel his cock twinging as his powerful come shoots into you, he roars so loudly the bed shakes around you. You finally collapse into the bed head first, your knees giving way as he rests against you with his cock still inside of you, twitching and convulsing.

"Are you ok, baby?" Thor asks sweetly, his frustration finally dissipated, rubbing your ass cheeks tenderly.

"More than ok" you say breathless and tired, rolling over onto your back underneath him and pulling him down on to you.

Finally his lips are on yours, passionately, forcing your mouth open and stroking your tongue with his. Kissing you like his life depended on it, making up for the hours spent without the feel of your lips on his. A deep feeling of satisfaction washed over you, he's yours and you're his and you can fuck like animals but still collapse into each other arms lovingly afterwards.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" You tease, making him laugh a great big belly laugh as he pulls you over on top of him.

[breakyeol]

buzzed

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┗ pairing: baekhyun x reader

warnings: pain :’)

a/n; I’m hurting. you’re hurting. we’re all hurting. this is how I cope. this is also cheesy and gross but I’m in need of a little cheesy and gross rn okay so leave me be. ALSO ik baek is doing public service so he’ll basically be home every night but FOR THE DRAMATICS let’s pretend otherwise.

“Byun Baekhyun, stay still! You’re going to make me mess up!”

“I– I’ve changed my mind! I’m not doing this!” Panic laces his voice as he lurches upwards, desperate to get away from the threatening buzz of the electric razor.

“You have to!” You hiss, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him back into the chair.

His hands fly to his head, protectively covering his head of full brown hair. “I can’t!” He shrieks, staring at you wide eyed through the mirror in front of him.

“You don’t have a choice!”

“But I—”

“No buts! I am shaving your head and that’s final.” You pause, before cocking a mischievous brow. “Unless you’d like me to go get Sehun? I’m sure he’d be just ecstatic to take a razor to your pretty little head.”

Baekhyun grimaces at the mere thought of it, a shiver of fear rippling down his spine at the thought of what kind of damage the maknae would do to his poor hair.

“Fine,” he huffs, defeated, slumping back into the chair, “just… just get it over with.”

A triumphant smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you flick the on switch of the sleek black razor which buzzes to life in your palm. Baekhyun swallows thickly at the horrible sound, hands gripping the armrests so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He takes a sharp breath when the clippers finally make contact, squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as he can

You work in silence, carefully maneuvering the razor over his head. With each diligent stroke, more and more his thick hair falls, some into his lap, most onto the floor. The tension occupying his body is visible in his stiff, raised shoulders and the incessant bouncing of his legs. Your free hand drops, laying reassuringly across the juncture of his neck as your thumb traces light circles into his warm skin. It seems to help a bit. His legs stop bouncing.

It didn’t take very long. You should’ve expected as much, but it still took you by surprise just how easy it was.

Slowly, you flick off the razor, the room falling silent without its relentless hum.

“Done.” You finally speak, voice was little more than a whisper. Any louder and you’re certain it would shatter like glass in your throat.

Baekhyun doesn’t open his eyes, nor does he release his vice-like grip on the armrests.

“It’s looks horrible… doesn’t it?”

You glance at him in surprise, before sighing. Making your way in front of him, you lean over, placing your hands gently on top of his. Baekhyun flinches slightly at the contact, his head tipping up instinctively.

“Byun Baekhyun,” you hum softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss between his furrowed brows. He exhaled a shaky breath, umber eyes fluttering open to find yours as you drew away, look down at him with nothing but the warmest of affections.

“You couldn’t look horrible if you tried.”

A shy blush rose to his cheeks, and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your lips.

“Now, tell me what you think.” You chirped, swinging around to stand behind him once more so that he could see himself in the mirror.

“Oh god. I do look weird, you liar.” He whined, running his fingers through the what little remained of his hair, a familiar pout down turning the corners of his lips.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. “You do not.”

“I do.” He insisted, face twisted in distaste.

“You don’t!”

“I do!”

“Okay, yeah, you look a little weird.”

“Yah!”

“Kidding, kidding.” You giggled, dodging his hand as he took a swat at your arm. Huffing, he attempted to shrug you off as you wrapped your arms around his, chest, but you only held on tighter, laughing lightly while he squirmed and kicked up a fuss.

After a bit of playful wrestling, he finally relaxed into your embrace, eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror. It feels strange seeing himself like this. It makes everything feel way more… real. Enlistment had always been something to worry about in the future. But, now it was actually happening. He had a goddamn buzz cut and within a number of hours he’d be heading off to the training center. Talk about getting backhanded, curb stomped, and kicked in the balls by reality.

“You’ll wait for me?”

The question was unexpected. You cocked a brow, pressing your cheek to the top of his head, the unfamiliar pickling of his freshly buzzed hair rough against your skin.

“Why do you say that like it’s even a question?”

He hesitates. “I just— I know two years is going to feel like a long time. And I know it sounds selfish but I— I don’t think I could take it if you didn’t. I want you to wait for me. Please… wait for me.”

“Two years?” You scoff, propping your chin on his shoulder as you grin at him impishly through the mirror in a way that you hope hides the painful aching of your heart. “Two years is nothing. Two years is going to fly by in the blink of an eye.”

He giggles as you press a playful kiss to his sensitive neck, shoulder jerking at the ticklish sensation.

“For you,” you continue, voice suddenly softening, “two years is worth the wait.”

Baekhyun presses his lips together, eyes suddenly glassy. “You mean that?”

Your heart throbs as his voice breaks.

“Of course.” The steadfast resolution in your voice has a hoarse, tearful laugh breaking from his quivering lips, his hand curling around your wrist and squeezing tightly. You feel your own eyes beginning to burn as he suddenly turns, nuzzling his face into the space just below your jaw. A shuddering breath rushes over your skin and then you feel the first splash of wetness against your shoulder. You rush to cradle the back of his head, gently caressing his warm cheek as he sobs weakly into your neck.

“Why are you crying, Baek?” You barely manage to get the question out without choking up.

“I’m gonna miss you.” He whimpers, hands fisting tightly at the fabric of your top. “I already feel like we’ve lost so much time. How am I gonna go two years without you?”

Clenching your jaw, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat and knock your forehead lightly against his. “I’m not going anywhere. And just think, when you get back, we’ll have all the time in the world to make up for what we lost.”

Baekhyun nods at your comforting words, sniffling noisily.

“Besides, you know what Junmyeon says.”

“Oh god please don’t—” he groans, hands flying to cover his face, already sensing what was coming.

“If you’re happy to wait…” you lean in close to his ear, whispering as airily as you can, “then it’s love.”

“Don’t speak to me ever again.”

You bark out a laugh, taking an immense about of pleasure in the way he glowers at you in disgust. But honestly, you were just glad he wasn’t crying anymore.

“They are wise words spoken by a wise man.” You wink, smiling at him cheekily.

“How about I shove my wise foot up your wise—”

“Hyung!” Both of your heads whip in the direction of the door, surprised to find Sehun peeking his head in, “are you guys done y—” his jaw drops when his eyes land on Baekhyun.

“Oh my god you’re bald.”

The older boy hissed, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. “I’m not bald! It’s just a buzz cut! There’s a difference!”

“Yeah, not much though.”

“You brat—”

A bright smile breaks across your lips at the duo’s familiar, brotherly bickering, warmth blossoming in your chest. At least, you know some thing will never change.

[rosenallies]

i really loved the short fluff for soulmate au 🥰 but i won’t mind if u write their actual reconnecting as well because i’m obsessed with this au lol

Idk if this counts as reconnecting but I tried lmao I’m trying to not talk/write about sad things rn bc I can’t handle it lmaoo

—-

At first it was an annoyance, to have Bosco in her room multiple times a week to work on this project they’d been partnered for. Jasmine could never quite tell how she felt about Bosco or how Bosco felt for her. All she knew was her stomach would lurch everytime Bosco touched her, or laughed at one of her jokes, or sat comfortably cross legged on her bed like they were used to taking up space in it. Everytime Bosco’s sleeve would move and Jasmine could just make out the curve of the letters of her name on Bosco’s arm, her heart felt like it would pound out of her chest, so bad she’d have to get up and open the window for fresh air just to keep herself from passing out.

She’d argued with herself in her head until the early hours of the morning many times to come to the conclusion that she was in love with Bosco. Maybe it was the fantasy of having a soulmate play out in her head, but she couldn’t deny the way her body buzzed with the urge to kiss her everytime she had the chance.

“Hey Jas,” Bosco caught her attention from the opposite side of the room, “come check this out.”

Bosco pointed toward the large part of their poster board they’d spent hours meticulously drawing out and filling in with all of the colors of the rainbow. They seemed proud of their work and as Jasmine craned her head to see it, she was amazed to see how detailed it was. She stood up to get a better look, eyes tracing over the black likes that swirled up the corner, serving merely as decoration for the information they’d yet to put on it, but Jasmine was pretty sure they could land an “A” just off of Bosco’s drawing.

Jasmine was thrown back into a memory of a little Bosco with dirty hands and knees drawing similar designs up and down her driveway in sidewalk chalk, writing a little ‘Bosco + Jasmine’ on the end of it to pretend Jasmine had helped after she’d gotten frustrated that she couldn’t make hers look as nice as Bosco’s did.

She peered next to her at Bosco, who was no longer looking at her art, but at Jasmine’s reaction, hopefulness in their eyes that she liked it.

“It’s beautiful, you’re so talented. Though, I feel like you should save your skills for actual art and not this stupid English project we haven’t even read the book for yet.”

Bosco smiled and turned to fish through her backpack where they pulled out a thick black leather-bound book.

“I do, this is my sketchbook if you want to look.”

Jasmine could tell Bosco was nervous as she took the book, flipping it open to reveal pages and pages of drawings, each as perfect as the last. 

“Bosco, these are amazing,” she paused, landing on a page of a drawing of a woman who bore a striking resemblance to her, the drawing’s lips curved the same way hers did when she concentrated, even down to the freckle drawn on the cheek identical to hers,  “is this-?”

Bosco’s cheeks flushed a bright red. “Yeah, sometimes I just draw things stuck in my head.”

Looking up at her, Jasmine’s stomach churned. She delicately set the book down on her bed. “I’m stuck in your head?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Jasmine wanted to lean in and kiss her, her hands itching to reach for them, but Bosco beat her to it, surging forward and pressing their lips to Jasmine’s, taking her by surprise.

It was chaste and quick, leaving them wanting more but still so afraid to push it, afraid one wrong move could burst the bubble they were in.

Jasmine suddenly got emotional, tears forming in her eyes for moments lost and for hurting Bosco all those years ago.

Bosco took her face in their hands, gently wiping away the tears that fell. “Tell me what’s wrong, Jas.’

“I-I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

“Baby, that doesn’t matter now. I think I was wrong about soulmates. I’m so glad you're mine.”

Sniffling inelegantly, Jasmine nodded. “I’m still sorry.”

Jasmine thought of what would have happened if that had never happened. She imagined them younger, at 14 giggling and kissing each other for the very first time, 16 and holding hands while Jasmine drove them around town in her Volkswagen Beetle, 17 and knowing exactly who’s name would have appeared on their skin when they finally turned 18.

“Lets not dwell on the past, clearly fate didn’t care about a minor hiccup.”

Bosco leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips again, stroking her cheek until she smiled. 

“I’m glad you’re my soulmate too.”

[bokuroskitten]

since you said we can send horny thoughts, im just thinking about daichi and spanking rn

We love horny thoughts in this house, Anon. Thank you for sharing and I hope you enjoy. ❦

✓genre: NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

✓warning: ddlg dynamics (daddy tittle used) mentions of punishment, spanking.

✓ Daichi isn’t necessarily the type to enjoy in discipline, rather he truly believes it’s just correct to use it when your being disobedient, disrespectful, or down right bratty. In true Dom demeanour he believes in corporal punishment, and spanking is just that.

✓ It typically takes him a bit to get to that place where he’ll forcibly pull you over his knee. You have to be a particular kind of rude that has his brows furrowing aggressively, jaw tensing and teeth grinding. Most of the times Daichi will give you a look. One that says as soon as I sit down you better crawl that ass over my knee or else we’ll have a problem.

✓ And most of the time you compile, body shivering a bit as you crawl ever so slowly over that toned thigh of his. Sometimes you try to loosen him up, press a couple of teasing kisses on his inner thigh or look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. But Daichi sees through it all. He’ll usually give you a lazy grin and grab a fist full of hair at the nap of your neck, pressing your cheek down into his leg with a hum. “Where was this energy 15 minutes ago baby? You know when you were popping off at the mouth like a little bitch?”

✓ He likes to hear what you have to say, trying to defend yourself as you sputter over excuses and whine to him about how sorry you are and how you won’t do it again. But sometimes you just stay silent, lips pressed into a pout and that’s usually when he’ll loosen his grip, make sure you’re okay first before actually going forward with anything. “Baby girl, let Daddy hear you say sorry and there will be no punishment okay? Daddy can tell you’re just being stubborn...” “Nuh uh. Want it. Been a bad girl.”

✓ Unlike Daichi who mostly does this for Necessity’s sake, he also does it because he knows you love it, despite it being punishment. He knows how you’ll misbehave sometimes just so you can feel the slap of his open palm on your ass. And Daichi being the good daddy he is truly has no problem indulging his little girl. Even if she’s a mouthy thing.

“Not gunna say sorry huh? But you were so talkative back at the store, yea, talkin back to me right in front of the store employee.” Daichi’s voice was smooth and thick like honey, his calloused palm smoothing over the skin of your rear. He had already worked your shorts and panties down, allowing minimal squirming from you as your thighs were an entanglement of fabric. You let out a soft whine against his thigh, fingers gripping on tighter to his pants as you pressed your lips into a tight little pout.

Daichi actually laughed at the sight, using the hold he had on your hair to yank your face up. That finally got a noise out of you, a little Yelp that had tears already beginning to swirl in your pretty eyes. Daichi’s smile went flat, the palm on your rear finally lifting and and leaving you trembling as to when it would come down.

“You know the rules baby girl, the quieter you are about the apologizing, the louder Daddy makes you cry.”

[marvelfansince08love]

Hey Neighbour! - Part 8

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader 

Warning: uhh some implications of sex 

A/N: Hi, a big big sorry to you all on the late updates to this. I have no self control and have far too many WIP rn and keep forgetting to update this one as I’ve almost finished it! Happy reading! Apologise for any grammar/spelling mistakes x

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Hey Neighbour! - Part 8 

You had avoided the Mayfair-Richards home for the past five days unable to face the woman you had fallen in love with. Old wounds and insecurities had opened up causing you to retreat from your neighbours, Amelia had also picked up on your change of mood which caused the guilt to amplify. The two young children still saw each other at school leading Amelia to mention how Oz had told her how sad his mother looked whenever she did the dishes at night, to anyone else they would have been bewildered by the statement but for you it was like a stab to the heart. Ally had tried to call and text you to ask if you were okay, your short texts back and actively declining calls must have given her the hint that you didn’t want to be contacted because after the first three days she stopped trying. You hated yourself for doing this to her but you couldn’t help but fall back into the familiar withdrawal habit whenever you felt this way, no matter who you hurt in the process. 

“Mama, I’m finished!” Amelia announces, smiling proudly at her empty plate. You’re startled out of your thoughts as you look towards her matching her wide smile with a forced one. Your brother sits next to her as his eyes stay fixated on your form, concern evident within his gaze. 

“Well done, Amelia-cakes! Why don’t you go wash your hands and brush your teeth for bed,” you instruct softly, watching as she nods and dashes out of the room. You quickly make eye contact with him as you lean forward keeping your voice low so to not alert Amelia of the intense situation..

“I wish you would stop looking at me like that,” you whisper harshly, he only shakes his head mutely before responding. 

“I just don’t understand why you’re making yourself and her miserable, you clearly like each other a lot. Don’t ruin this just because you’re allowing your negative thoughts to take over,” his voice soft and gentle causing you to falter, expecting a harsher response. Sighing you relax back before taking a sip from the wine glass. 

“Will you please help Amelia upstairs while I clean up here?” you ask instead, attempting to avoid the current topic of conversation. He sighs in defeat before dutifully leaving the room to find his niece. 

You stand from your chair and collect the empty plates before moving towards the sink, as you begin to clean the dishes you notice a slightly dimmed light across the way causing you to tense, slowly you look up from your task and towards the light. Ally stands at her kitchen counter, even from here you can see how tired she looks causing that familiar guilt to creep up into your chest once more. She looks down for a few moments before placing a large piece of paper into the window, words written in black ink for you to read. 

‘I think we need to talk’ The words cause you to gulp as you nod back before searching for some spare paper to write back on. 

‘Garden in ten?’ you try to smile hoping to ease the situation but falter when she doesn’t return it and only nods back in acknowledgment. 

Wiping your hands on a dry towel you hurriedly move upstairs to inform your brother of your plan, he reassures you that he’ll be fine with Amelia while you go to talk to Ally giving you an encouraging smile before shoving you back towards the staircase. Grabbing your thick jacket and shoes you make your way towards the front of Ally’s home, waiting patiently for her to let you in. Your breath catches in your throat as you take her in, the urge to reach out and hold her becoming stronger with each passing second, brown tired eyes scan your face before silently standing to the side allowing you to move in. You head straight for the kitchen and into the garden area sitting down in your usual spot, you wait for her to join you. A hot cocoa mug appears in front of your view causing you to smile sadly as you take it from her hands muttering a quick ‘thank you’. It’s quiet and dark out except for the porch light that glows above you, both sitting quietly as you take a sip of the hot drink.

“Ally I-” 

“Why weren’t you honest with me? If there was something wrong you should have told me instead of practically falling off the face of the earth,” her statement catches you off guard, causing you to falter as you stare at the mug in your hand. 

“After she left me and Amelia I was struggling for a while, I couldn’t cope with working and looking after a baby full time but I had this beautiful girl to look out for so she became my top priority over everything, my job, my friends. It took me years before I could trust others outside of my family to take care of her. I’m not good at having these healthy relationships that are good for me and I am so sorry that I’ve treated you this way, you deserve better than this,” you mutter, tears gathering within your blurred vision.

“I understand how hard it can be to trust people, I mean you know about Ivy and how she betrayed me, betrayed Oz. I get why you got scared when things were looking serious, I’ve had my moments with that too but Y/N I’m not like her and you aren’t like Ivy.” She pauses, collecting her thoughts before continuing. 

“We are good people and I don’t think it was a coincidence that it was you who so happened to move in next door… that night after the fair apart from Oz I’ve never been so certain about anything in my life, I want to be with you and I want this to go somewhere but I need you to speak to me and be honest with me,” Ally tilts her head as if seeking your gaze before reaching across and grabbing your hand. 

“I’m so so sorry, Ally. I should have spoken to you about my worries, I’m not used to someone caring. I just looked at how comfortable we all were in your kitchen that morning, how domestic it all was and my god I couldn’t have fallen further for you but my mind was screaming at me that if I allowed Amelia to become closer to you and you decided to leave… I can’t have another person walk out on her.. On me,” you stutter over your words as you feel your throat tighten, holding back a sob. Ally moves from her seat and crouches in front of you placing your mug onto the table she takes both your hands into her own, squeezing them with reassurance. 

“I love you y/n. This week has been tortuous the amount of times I thought about walking over and forcing you to speak to me, but I knew you needed time to collect your thoughts. I may not have been obvious with it but I could tell something had spooked you that morning but please come and talk to me whenever you feel trapped into a corner, okay?” her dark brows arch, as she waits for your response. As you nod Ally reaches upwards and captures your salty lips with her own, her warm comforting hands cupping your face in place. 

Tears continue to fall between you both as Ally presses gentle kisses along your jaw and cheeks seeking out that comforting touch, you realise that you were wrong. Ally isn’t like the rest of them, she’s kind and caring but most of all she understands you in a way that no one else can relate to. You quickly capture her lips, a heated kiss needing to feel her close. 

“Is Oz upstairs?” 

“No, he’s staying at a friends house,” she mumbles, against your lips. Pulling back you look into her slightly glazed eyes and demand the thing you need most. 

“Take me to bed, Ally.” 

With that, Ally grabs your hand and leads you back inside the house. The moonlight glows throughout the room giving you a clear view of Ally’s face as you allow her to look after you, whispering soft reassurances against your exposed skin leaving trails of wet kisses along your body, closing your eyes you surrender yourself to this woman finally allowing yourself to be loved without restrictions. 

***

Bright light beams through into the bedroom causing you to stir and groan at the invasive light cuddling into the softness of Ally’s chest enjoying her warmth and secure form wrapped around you. Lips graze against your hair as the brunette whispers a ‘Good Morning’ causing you to smile as you watch her fingers brush over your forearm that has stayed wrapped around her waist all night. 

“Good Morning, Honey. Did you sleep well?” your fake-innocence doesn’t pass Ally as she chuckles deeply, her hand moving to tilt your chin upwards causing your lips to brush against her swollen ones. 

“Deliciously actually,” her hoarse voice, makes you shiver before you capture her lips once more enjoying the sounds that escape her throat. 

The sound of the front door opening downstairs and quick footsteps making their way upstairs causes you to part suddenly, blindly reaching for your scattered clothes recognizing those footsteps from anywhere. 

“Mom!!” Oz’s voice shouts from the hallway, causing you to quickly cover up and head for the en-suite bathroom needing to freshen up before the poor boy sees you. Ally’s eyes follow after your retreating form in light amusement as she tucks on the woolly jumper and ties the string around her joggers. 

“Mom I’m home! We had such a cool night! Jeremy bought over his new racing car you know the one with the remote it was awesome!” Oz’s excited voice trails into the room as he runs straight for Ally’s legs hugging her tightly, she places her hands on top of his crazy blonde curls and smiles.

“Well it certainly sounds like you had fun! So where is Sam’s mom? You didn’t just run from her car without saying thank you did you?” Ally’s tone makes you smile as you peak through the gap of the bathroom door always infatuated with her motherly side. Oz tries to hide his expression but with one raised eyebrow from Ally the boy slumps and sighs before nodding. 

“It’s okay Ally! He was just excited to see you! Oz I’ve left your bag by the door okay,” Sam’s mom shouts from the staircase before the sound of the front door closing reaches your ears. Taking this as your cue you leave the bathroom just as the sound of screeching reaches your ears, a small body colliding with your own making you stumble. 

“Woah! Hey Buddy!” you greet with a groan, laughing as you place you cup your hand around his jaw cradling him close. A sense of guilt lingering within your chest, the realisation what your actions could have done to the poor boy being the same fear you have for Amelia. 

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbles into your stomach, you crouch to be eye level with him and give him the biggest smile you could muster. 

“I’m sorry for not being around much, silly adults and silly work has been keeping me busy. I promise to make it up to you,” you murmur, watching as he nods accepting your apology before turning to leave to grab his backpack from downstairs. You stand from your position and fold your arms across your chest, that unsettling feeling still present, Ally steps towards you and places her hands onto your cheeks before kissing your lips. 

“Stop, I can practically hear the gears turning in that beautiful head of yours. Now let’s go downstairs. I want to see my girl.” Her words cause you to raise a question eyebrow as your lips twitch into a half grin. 

“Oh?”

Ally grins wickedly, before stepping towards the door. “I meant Amelia silly.”

With that she winks and takes her leave leaving you agape. 

“Well I know my place then,” you grumble playfully before running after the mischievous Senator. 

As if on cue the sound of the front door stops you both in your tracks midway down the stairs, Ally moves to answer the door and beams when she sees Amelia stood with her Uncle who has a very dirty grin on his face as his eyes move from Ally to you wiggling his brows as Ally crouches down and fronds over Amelia who seems to be enjoying the attention from her favourite person. 

“Uncle Rupert said you guys had a sleepover without me, Ms. Ally!” she exclaims, a small pout forming onto her lips and you bite your own to stop your laughter. From the shakes coming from Ally’s shoulder the woman seems to be doing the same. 

“Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry, I promise we can have soon okay? Just me and your mom needed to have a grown-up sleepover to talk.” 

“Yeah I bet you did,” Rupert mumbles, amusement evident within his tone. You glare at him from your position as Oz comes running from the living room area, he instantly goes to hug his friend as he drags her further into the house telling her all about his sleepover. Rupert waits by the door as Ally gives him a shy hello before following the two leaving you to talk privately to the smug man.

“Not a word,” you demand, making sure to punctuate every word, it only seems to make him grin further. He shrugs putting his hands up in surrender as he steps through the door meeting you at the bottom of the staircase. 

“So are we back on then? Oh and no need to thank me for looking after the devil's spawn last night, I swear she just knows what to do to make me crumble. I didn’t even know you still owned a Nintendo Wii,” he rants, as you both walk towards the kitchen where Ally sits with the two children all drinking from their respective mugs. Rupert goes to sit next to Amelia as he steals her mug to take a sip as she glares at him. You shake your head at the two before clashing eyes with Ally who winks over her mug gesturing you over which you gladly do. Stood behind her you wrap your arms around her shoulders and listen as they all converse amongst themselves enjoying these rare moments that you will hold dearly, smiling you kiss Ally’s temple before relaxing joining in on the conversation. 

Now relaxed you allow the past to stay at the back of your mind as you look forward to the future, a secret plan up your sleeve you allow the details to rail off within your head excited to show Ally just how much she means to you and how do you do that?

By going official, of course.

[inviouswriting]

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i will drop my request here since you do them~

( simeon x female! insecure! mc )

mc is a virigin and she is being insecure of her body on her wedding night with him?

i really need soft nsfw for simeon rn mmm

Thank you! It means alot to hear feedback on my work like this. I love writing virgin fluffy smut.

After all the trials and tribulations surrounding your relationship with Simeon, when you both made it public. Announcing that you are happy with the angel, there is an acceptance from the demons, more because you had told them from the start that the person you chose, is special to you.

You felt over the moon when he proposed, your relationship had bloomed tenfold that marriage was on the table. Diavolo more than happy to make it official, and use of his home for a venue to include everyone witnessing an angel and human marriage.

Simeon doesn't let struggles from the Celestial Realm affect your relationship, on promise nothing happens before your marriage as a bargain. So when that day comes, his eyes mirthy from seeing you dressed in the gown specially made for you more modest and fitted down to your legs instead of a princess ball gown style. How the vows made are eternal, not "till death do you part" that didn't exist to angels.

The important part for Simeon is he won't lose his rank, nor you. You will go with him back to the heavens.

The reception had kept going on, long after you and Simeon escaped to be alone. The first night together, you were actually more afraid of someone barging in on you both that Simeon assured you that won't happen.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror, realizing you had married an angel. Would you be good enough for him, could you give him children if he desired? Would he not want you afterall. The fancy lace Asmodeus had given you to wear sits untouched in the bag. You didn't feel comfortable wearing it.

A soft knock on the door, and you jump. Simeon checking on you after you had been gone too long.

"Lamb? Everything okay?" His voice gentle, you realize you are standing half naked, and when he tries opening the door you shove back against it.

"Simeon! I'm sorry... please.. can you wait a little longer?"

"Alright... but please come out soon. Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine!" You eye yourself in the mirror, all you see is some imperfections. Enough to make you tug off the rest of the lacy underwear off and find a simple shirt that went down to your thighs and normal underwear. When you come out, Simeon sees you tug the hem of the shirt down to cover your front more. You look off to the side, not seeing him smiling choosing to be yourself rather than dressed up.

"Love? You look sad, why?" He holds his arms up for you, and you are coaxed to sit on the end of his legs. Blue eyes searching your face when you don't meet his eyes.

"Are you sure... about me?" Simeon is still dressed in the white tux he had worn though pulled open so he can breathe.

"Sure for what?" You finally meet his eyes, your face flushed pink, he would have commented how cute you are if it weren't for the tears bordering your eyes.

"Are you sure you want me... like that? I don't look good in the lace... I might not be what you want.." He's confused before it clicks, that you are more nervous about being intimate with him for the first time.

"My dove, my lamb. I don't care about the lace or the glamor of that. You are beautiful, you looked so stunning earlier in the dress..." You wait for him to continue, his left hand raises your head up to meet his stare. Soft are his eyes when he takes you in, he always stares like he sees your soul more than your body.

"We don't have to do that tonight if you're not ready." You raise your head a bit shocked.

"No! I want to! It's just... I worry... I won't be enough..." You look down to thumb with the hem of your shirt. You've desired this for as long as you have been with him, the time when you would finally be with him. He never did anything sexual with you except the few times your kissing ever got heated where he stopped it before you both gave into lust.

"You are more than enough, I actually like you in this better. It suits you more." Simeon presses his cheek to your face nuzzling it. You take in his unique features. His dark skin, with dark brown hair. The ever present smile, half lidded blueish green eyes you can feel the mild hunger behind them as he looks you over.

"So you want me too?" You feel a feather light kiss on your cheek. Your skin feeling electric when he ghosts kisses along your neck.

"More than you ever could know. May I?" His hands go to your head and threads his fingers through your hair tilting your head back as he leans his forward to give a full kiss.

You nod shyly, and the kiss he presses here, far from innocent. It is deep, full, and passionate that you squeeze your thighs at his sides, feeling heat rush through your body.

"Please be gentle..." You manage between the kiss, and Simeon guides you to lay down on your back. His hands tugging the hem of the shirt up to bare breasts to his eyes. He hums happily at the pink flush of your face when he pushes the shirt over your head. You raise up enough for him to pull it off entirely, tossing it.

You watch his hands tug the buttons of his top off, you feel a sense of shyness hit you realizing this was happening. Even more when the heat of his mouth presses kisses along your chest. Pausing over your heart then to a nipple. your body feels on fire from his touch, from all he is doing.

Your own hands help tug off his clothing, tossing the tux off the side. He is left in his white slacks, Simeon has guided you to up further till your head rests on the pillows. He raises up enough to really take you in after he removes your underwear. He stops to remove his own last barrier of clothing.

Simeon sees you watch him, a hand to your mouth to nibble on your fingers in anticipation. He does one extra, and you see a half glow from him as he lets his wings come out, along with the halo above his head. He has a glow to him, yet a soft one that doesn't make you feel sinful for what you are doing with him.

Simeon arcs his wings down to shield you from the rest of the room, till it is only him that sees you. He is kneeling down more, raising your waist to his own. your angel slips his hand between you both, his fingers find your clit and rub it in slow circles to tease you.

White hot runs through your body, and you begin to rock your hips with his fingers dancing over the nub. He does this for a while, getting you use to him touching you so intimately, knowing this won't be the first time he takes you.

But it is the first time, so he makes sure you are well prepared, he almost presses fingers inside when you grab his hand to still it.

"I want you to be the first thing that is inside.." You say hurried and through flushed cheeks. Simeon understands, and agrees to your request. He lifts your hips, withdrawing his hands to your waist to guide your thighs further apart.

You feel the tip of his erection rest flush against your virgin entrance. You feel anxiety run through your body, and tense up. Simeon rubs your arms to get you to relax, pressing in slowly, very slowly.

You close your eyes tight at the feeling of him pushing in, thinking it will hurt, but instead of pain. You just feel hot and thick from the stretch. A pleasant fullness that awakens an ache in your entire body. You look up at him in shock, Simeon's eyes are closed as he breathes out in pure bliss at sinking into you finally.

Simeon takes your hands into his own letting you grip them tight as he moves soft and slowly with you. There is no place left unkissed by him, nor is there a single spot he doesn't touch that isn't loved. You even feel him lift you to curl a wind underneath you bringing you up to be thoroughly ravished by him.

Your angel takes in every sigh you make, whisper of his name or how you plead for him not to stare at you so hungry in his eyes. He couldn't help how good you felt on him, and that he finally has all of you. Simeon takes your left hand with his own, holding it to your chest as his thrusts get wilder more needy. His kisses shorter and bordered with nips and pecks at the corner of your lips.

You feel pressure in your belly as he shifts enough to hit a spot that makes you see stars. The loud moan that he gets from you, he is trying to find that spot to see the blissful look on your face again. He feels your hand tighten, his thumb rubs your wedding band as he watches you come undone underneath him.

You moan out his name, and arch into him as he buries deep, listening to your cries as you cum for the first time with tears in your eyes from how overwhelming it is. Simeon keeps going till you squeeze tight, you feel liquid hot cum fill you. He stays within you, content to feel you wrapped around him longer as he lays on top of you.

Simeon kisses over your face till he places a deep one on your lips. When he pulls back from the kiss he cups your face with a hand, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Feeling okay?" He kisses a stream of tears on your cheek away. You nod, and there is a pleasant soreness in your thighs from his thrusts against your waist.

"Yeah.. just overwhelmed." You use the heel of your hand to wipe tears off, only for Simeon to do it for you. You feel him pull from you, and settles down next to you, tugging you into his arms.

"D-did you want to do more?" Simeon looks at you, and smiles.

"Of course I do, let us rest for a few minutes before we do more." He uses that soft voice, and you don't deny him. You fit nicely into his arms, cuddling in close. His wings curled, one underneath to keep you wrapped in his arms and the feathers, the other over the top proving to be a better blanket than you'll ever need.

You are facing him, and run your hands over his chest while he practically rubs his face against yours soaking up your petting on him.

When you rouse him further he takes you once more, still soft but more rambunctious when you find out how sensitive his back is. Ending with you nestled full in his arms worn out and blissed out. You still hold insecurities for the future of being a good life partner to Simeon, but know he will guide you every step of the way.

[cuppimagines]

Hi I'm currently dying trying to make this older guy with GIANT hands fuck me and your blog is like. killing me rn. Can we have some more imagines that have literally anything to do with big hands 🥺 I just want some big burly mobster w giant thick ass fingers to make me cum so hard i cry

I KINDA went really indulgent with this one, I had a TON of fun writing it which is probably why it came out as quickly as it did, SO I hope you like it too

Back straight, head held up, arms behind your back, but you were still shaking in your heels. The room smelled of cigar smoke, and the man in front of you toon the cigar from his mouth and put it out in an ashtray nearby. With his...second pair of arms. Not only was he a shady arms dealer that you were hunting down for months, but also a four armed, eight eyed dark grey spider with biceps bigger than your head on all four arms. His name was Harkan Spinner, and you found him alright, but now he had you right where he wanted you.

“So...” Harkan leaned against his desk. “What’s a cute little private eye doing getting in over their head? Did someone want you to find me? A pissed off colleague, a lonely betrayed friend?”

“I-well I uh...” you started to stutter. You had to find him because of a supposed loan he owed your client before jumping ship and taking business elsewhere in the country. But only now, standing in front of him did you realize that you didn’t know what to do now that you were here...He was huge, and could easily crush you under one thumb. Seeing the realization wash over you made Harkan let out a condescending laugh.

“I actually don’t care, I’m sure there are tons of people who hate me, but I didn’t expect any of them to send a rookie detective,” his eight eyes all glared you up and down. “Especially not one so cute, cute enough to eat I might add...” he stood up, and even with him getting closer to you, you didn’t run, instead looked up at him as you felt your face flush red hot.

“I’m not here to force anything, but my client knows your location, and so will be needing your lo- your Uh...” you got distracted when he put his hand on your shoulder, and pulled you even closer.

“You and I both know I won’t do that, because I really don’t give a shit,” he smirked. “But I will thank this “client” that you keep choosing not to name. I love the entertainment he sent me.” You stopped staring at him only to start staring at his hands. Along with the rest of him, Harkan’s hands were so large, you felt that if he squeezed your shoulder just a little bit harder it would shatter. And the thought made you very intimidated, but excited at the idea.

“Are you looking at something?” He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Did something catch your eye little one?” His hand moved from your shoulder, right up to grabbing your face, with two of his hands holding your waist.

“Use your words kitten,” he smirked. He made you stare right up at him, and you could feel your body shake even more. He was so big...so cocky and sure of himself. You’d be angry at him but instead you were drawn to him.

“Y-your hands are...”

“Big?” His thumb gently rubbed your cheek. “And I got more than two of em, wanna see what they can do, kitten~?”

“Yes! Please...!” You realized you answered way too quickly, almost immediately, and turned your head in embarrassment.

“That’s exactly what I wanna hear,” Harkan smiled. At that second, the hand on your cheek wrapped around your neck, and his free hand went to your face, two fingers gently placed up to your mouth.

“Open your mouth, kitten,” he demanded. Your parted your lips for his fingers, and almost immediately his fingers went to the back of your throat. Just two fingers felt so large they filled your mouth so much. Without a command, you started licking his fingers, wrapping your tongue around them and curling against them. You moaned and whimpered, and shuddered in his touch.

“Mmm...you’re so cute,” Harkan smiled. “And so eager too...keep sucking, those fingers are gonna be fucking you to tears very soon...” The thought made you melt in his touch, your thighs pressed together as your arms went up to grab his large wrist. It felt too soon when his fingers left your mouth, and his hand left your throat. His two fingers were slick with your saliva, and you could swear you were drooling in anticipation for what’s gonna happen next.

Very roughly, Harkan tossed you down onto his desk, and you felt his hand creep up your skirt, while one of his other hands grabbed your wrist.

“Legs spread, keep still, be a good girl,” Harkan smiled. He pulled your panties down, and put them to the side, before two of his slick fingers started rubbing up and down your folds. You moaned, looking up at him with pleasing eyes while you kept your legs nice and spread. You wanted it so badly...

“What did I say earlier kitten?” Harkan asked, his slick wet fingers still against your cunt. “Use your fuckin words.”

“Please!” You cried out. “Please Harkan, please I need this...”

“Good...such a good girl...” Harkan smirked down at you, before you felt only one of his large fingers push past your entrance and thrust up and down inside of you. Just ONE felt so large, practically the same size of a regular cock you’ve taken in the past, and that alone got you moaning loudly for him. So large, yet so gentle at first. He obviously didn’t wanna hurt you, and it felt so good.

“That feels so good, oh god...!” You moaned. “Ah...ah fuck...you’re doing so so good...”

“No need to tell me, kitten,” Harkan leaned down and kissed you, before you felt his two fingers slide into you, filling you up so good while his thumb rubbed your clit. If your hands were free at all, you’d grab him by the collar and keep him in the kiss, but you were at this large spider’s mercy, and he pulled away and looked down at your glazed over expression. Your moans were so heavenly to him, Harkan could barely look away from you, like he was admiring his work.

“Oh kitten...” he sucked his teeth. “No other lover is treating you well are they? Haven’t had someone finger you like this?” You didn’t even answer, just moaned loudly and squirmed in his grip. You bucked your hips against his fingers, as you felt him go deeper than your own fingers ever could until his knuckles couldn’t go any further. Your moans were absolute music to the large spider’s ears, a sweet melody that made his pants feel tighter and put a satisfied smirk on his face.

He was gentle, so gentle with you at first, but he slowly got rougher the more he gauged your arousal. You felt him thrusting his fingers in and out of you while a fourth hand rubbed circles into your clit. There was a soaking wet mess that was dripping onto the table, and your eyes were completely glazed over, but soon shot back to life as you arched your back and cried out. Harkan started to get real rough and fast with you, his fingers getting soaked down to the knuckle in your juices as he watched you beg and plead for more.

“Please, please oh god please!” You moaned out. “I need more, please it feels so good!”

“Shhh shh shh,” Harkan leaned down to kiss you. “I know you do, you’re such a good little kitten, I can feel it, you’re almost there, come on~!” You felt yourself tighten around his fingers, moving and bucking your hips like your life depended on it. You couldn’t take it anymore, you could feel yourself tip over the edge. In one final loud moan of his name, your pussy clenched around him and you felt your body twitch and spasm as you finally came, soaking your inner thighs, his fingers, the table underneath you.

When Harkan let you go you lay there limp and exhausted. You felt a mess but a good one, and Harkan sat back with a grin on his face admiring his work. You tried to sit up, and noticed a very large, impressive bulging in Harkan’s pants, and went to rub at it while looking up at him.

“Sh-should I...?” You muttered. He just grabbed your hand and gently pulled it away.

“No, no, I’d be way too much for you to handle, for now that is,” he said. “I had fun with you tonight though. I guess that means I’ll be a good citizen and pay what I owe, if your client comes and faces me like an adult.” Harkan looked down at his soaking wet fingers, and went up to lick them, moaning at the taste.

“Cute enough to eat...” he smirked, causing you to turn red and look away. He looked down at you and gave you a few gentle, loving kisses on the cheek and forehead.

“If you’re still in town tomorrow, I’ll visit,” he said. “In fact I’ll drive you back, there’s no way in hell the buses are still running at this hour, sound good?”

“Yeah, uh, thanks Harkan,” you smiled, as he lifted you up in his arms and carried you, exhausted to the exit of his office.

“Anytime, kitten.”