#I'm not tagging hem all HAHA

[sunnydayaoe]

drew the guys !!

[sysig]

Oh getting very close now, villainy feels right around the corner (Patreon)

[jobean12-blog]

A Warrior's Heart

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x female reader (Pedro Pascal's character in gladiator 2)

Word Count: 823

Summary: The general comes home from battle and knows exactly what he needs.

Author's Note: So I saw the new photo of Pedro from Gladiator 2 today. I couldn't stop myself. I'm not even sure that Marcus is definitely his name in the movie but I think I made it work. Also, I apologize if any of the dialogue doesn't fit-I haven't written many period pieces. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweet Daisy! 😘

**There are no spoilers of course- I just went with my own brain here and made shit up haha. I tagged some friends but please if you're not into it never worry, I understand! 💕

Warnings: talk of battle, tiny mention of blood, spiciness and softness

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

The enormous wooden doors swing open, and the dying light of the sun reveals a dark silhouette that pulls a rush of breath from your lungs.

He takes a step inside, the heavy footfall of his boots echoing in the emptiness of the hall. His dark hair is disheveled, and curls hang over his forehead even after he runs his hand over his head.

His armor is battered and bloodied and his skin is littered with scrapes and cuts that still bleed.

“My General,” you whisper, pressing a shaky hand to your trembling lips.

With clear eyes he finds you and takes two long strides to meet you in the middle of the hall. You slowly lift your hand and gently trace your fingertips along his beard before they touch his lips.

He grabs your wrist and closes his eyes, pressing his lips to each fingertip and then your palm.

“My love,” he murmurs as he sharply tugs you against his body and his eyes fall to your mouth.

The brush of his lips is all you feel before a throat clears and you’re pulled from the moment.

“General.”

He tears his eyes away from you and looks up.

“I’d like a report,” the King states.

You press yourself closer and lay your head along his shoulder, instinctively inhaling the scent of his skin.

“After,” Marcus says gruffly. “I’m in need of…my wife.”

With those final words he presses his hand to your lower back and escorts you out of the hall.

When you reach your shared chambers, he ushers you inside and closes the door, locking it and turning to face you as you stand in the middle of the room.

His eyes wander languidly down every inch of you, and a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine.

“Are you hurt General?”

The question is a whisper and when he fills the space in front of you and cradles your cheek in his hand you lean into his touch, your eyes shining.

“No, my love,” he answers. “But the blaze of battle still runs hot through my veins.”

His eyes are dark and intense, and you fully understand the meaning of his words. It heats your skin, and you know he’ll find you ready and wanting.

Your movements are graceful when you run a finger down his chest and carefully pull at the leather tied along his sides. They loosen and soften under your touch and loop by loop you free him of this cuirass.

You pay special attention to his gorget, relishing each turn as you unwrap the linen and reveal more of his neck. You place a soft kiss just under his jaw, tasting the saltiness of his skin before your mouth moves lower.

He swallows and you can feel the cords of muscle in his throat flex. You smile into his skin and drop your hands to gather his shirt at the hem.

When he is left in nothing but his pants you step back and let your eyes assess.

“Do you deem me fit enough to take you?” he asks with just a hint of teasing.

The corner of your lips lift and you push the shawl from your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet.

Your fingers reach for the wrap at your waist, but he steps forward and takes it from your hands.

His eyes, though still alight with fire, soften at the edges. “Each time it is like unwrapping the most beautiful gift.”

You drop your hands and fill your lungs with a slow inhale, your breath quickening as his hand traces over every curve he uncovers.

Now his gaze burns with nothing but desire and his jaw is tight with restraint.

“Wife,” he growls, looking his fill. “You would tempt a blind man with your beauty.”

Your smile is saccharine, though your words are anything but.

“How will you have me General?” you purr as you press your bare skin against him.

He hums low and deep, wrapping you in his arms and walking you backward toward the bed.

“First,” he whispers along your neck, “I will taste every part of this silky skin.”

His lips trail down your throat and across your collarbone. When they reach your shoulder, his fingers follow and smooth over the soft slope before dropping to massage your breast.

“Then I will taste the honey between your legs.”

His mouth moves lower, his warm breath teasing your nipple before his lips close around it.

Your fingers delve into his hair, threading through the mess of curls until he groans out your name.

“And then?” you ask in a breathless whisper.

He looks up, dark lashes lowered, and his tongue traces his lips. “Then,” he murmurs, “I will fill you so completely you will know nothing other than the feel of me for days to come. Every step you take will be a reminder of who you belong to.

@lizette50 @hiddles-rose @blackwidownat2814 @tripletstephaniescp

[ofallthingsnasty]

I just remembered that one ridiculously cute thing in uni during the body donor class - for context: we dental students got pooled together with the meds during the pre-clinical semesters a lot, and that class was no different.

We were separated in two main groups, and one body donor was shared between 12 students - coming in from Monday to Thursday. On Fridays, you could come in until 12 and just look at the donors without any supervision, you just needed your coat and name tag. And I remember going in before the situs oral and trying to understand how blood flows through the heart and then one of the meds (super intimidating buff guy) saw me struggle and was like '... Hey do you want me to explain that to you?' and then we sat there - him with a whole heart in hand, explaining it all to me, more than happy to help. Not gonna lie, I had a bit of a crush on that guy for the rest of the semester. We weren't even in the same group, so we never saw each other during prep hours but I always had my eyes peeled for him during lectures haha tw.anatomical stuff (i'm german so if my translations are a little off then i'm sorry hah), cadavers, just fluff

Long story short - I'm thinking about that with Law. You and Chopper are at the same table, come in every Friday to review the material of the week, both a little on the not-so-studious side. (Don't get me wrong, you go to every lecture - but those suckers are two hours long and not the only class you have. It's easy to lose track, especially when all you wanna do is catch up on sleep during the weekends.)

You pull your donor out of the body bag, lay them down and go over your notes, some sessions more and some less successful. The two of you are usually not alone, either - there is always someone else rifling around on their own table. Today it's a guy with a severe expression and some earrings. You've seen him in the lecture hall but you and Chopper aren't in the same group as him, so that's really all you know. You get through this week's lecture notes just fine - until it's time for the heart. The way blood gets fed through the atriums and ventricles, how the pressure changes, systole and diastole, the coronary arteries... You two are feeling beyond lost and so, so close to simply giving up - it's just too much and too intricate (at least for someone who has heard all of that info only once, maybe twice). But then there is also that other student - and maybe, just maybe, he knows more than you two do. It's not unusual to ask - and so that's what you do.

Law can't be assed, actually.

He's reviewing his notes, trying to get his own studying done. He's really not the type to do tutoring, doesn't have the patience for it. But you two are loud - hemming and hawing over your own cadaver and if he has to hear you confuse the mitral valve with the tricuspid one more time, then he's going to get a migraine. What are twenty minutes of his time if it means that you get done with your little idiot session and finally leave the hall? So he sighs and motions you to come closer. He's surprisingly good at explaining. The heart of his donor in one hand, a tissue forceps in the other, he walks you through every fact one would want to know about the organ. You probably have stars in your eyes while he talks because finally, finally you're grasping the material - and really, it might be confusing at first, but it's not that hard. He even lets Chopper regurgitate it all to him and has the two of you giggling over it. Law is just glad you two morons are finally having your little eureka moment because it means that you'll be off in a matter of minutes.

But no good deed goes unpunished.

It's then that you notice his tattoos through the nitrile gloves and suddenly he's the most fascinating living guy around (the most fascinating guy is dead on table 5, with golf ball sized cysts in his liver, sorry Law). He gets bombarded with questions, you and Chopper all over him, way too loud, too excited, too fucking annoying. He's already regretting his little act of charity.

And not only do you have the audacity to ask him to explain fetal circulation (because, please, please it's so confusing) as well, no, from that moment on, you're all over him very goddamn Friday and he's been added to three different group chats the moment Chopper and you leave the hall.

[liloskull343]

Welcome to the owl house/brother promise

Sequel to: Hunting pailsman but with a oc? (Comic)

Next: Night terrors

As Luz entered the room where she slept, Evan followed after her. Curiously looking around the room, He noticed Luz throw the cape she wore to the floor.

He watched as Luz ended up plopping down on a mattress. Well what Evan assumed was a mattress, or was it a sleeping mat? He spoke up, ‘’You seem tired.’’ Evan stated, looking at her as he tilted his head.

Luz turned her head towards the deer witch, before she spoke. ‘’I didn't get a pailsman earlier today...none wanted to choose me…’’ she then proceeded to bury her face back into her pillow. Evan gently pulls his hood back, before sitting next to her. ‘’Hey, if it helps you feel better I never got a pailsman either.’’ Evan softly smiled, he tried his best to help Luz feel better.

This caused Luz to look up at him, raising an eyebrow, before deciding to ask. ‘’How come?’’

Evan shrugged, ‘’I uh…. didn't feel like getting one? Or had time?’’ He rubs the back of his neck. ‘’All I'm saying is you not having a pailsman isn't really a bad thing.’’

Luz's eyes seemed to move to a picture frame, Evan looked over. Seeing Luz and a taller woman smiling together. ‘’Is that your…?’’

‘’yes.’’ Luz replied, giving a soft nod to his question, ‘’you know, sometimes I wonder if I wasn't meant to be in the demon realm…’’ she muttered, her tone softening ever so slightly. Evan ears went down, ‘’Hey, don't say that-’’

Evan didn't even get to finish his sentence as the window flew open, causing him to jump back slightly. Luz meanwhile looked at the window.

There was a witch, her skin ivory color, her hair seemingly was an untamed gray mess. She had two different colored eyes, left gray, right golden. She has a golden tooth poking from her mouth, she even had yellow nails. She was wearing a two tone maroon dress with a ripped-like hem design in the front. Along with darker sleeves and gray tights. There was a small black oval gem on her chest.

‘’I thought I…find you here…?’’ the witch stared at Evan blinking as she did, however something else crawled out. A small little fluffy creature, it spoke in an annoyed tone. ‘’We could've used the door!’’

Before falling out onto the floor and sitting up. As Evan got a closer look, he saw the little creature had purple dark gray fur, save for the tip of its tail and stomach, which were mauve in color. Its little hands seem to have two bone-like claws, along with its feet having two more claws as well. The creature's eyes stared at Evan, the creature had yellow eyeballs, with pinkish eyes. The top of its head area seemed to be a horned skull, the left of its horns looking almost cracked? It had a red collar with a blank tag.

Was it some kind of dog? A pet?

‘’Since when did you invite a friend over?’’ the dog creature spoke, pointing at Evan.

Luz stood up, ‘’Oh uh-’’ Luz walked over to Evan. Who had his left hand rubbing his right arm, rather almost in a nervous state.

‘’Eda, King, this is Evan. Evan, this is Eda and King.'' Luz introduced, gently placing a hand on the deer witch’s back, trying to help him relax.

‘’....I didn't expect to see a deer witch..’’ Eda muttered, ‘’A-ah! Uh…Y-Ya, quite interesting isn't it?’’ Evan nervously replied,

God, was he shaking? Why did it feel like he was shaking? He felt as if his lungs were beginning to close-

‘’Evan?’’

Evan looked over at Luz, she seemed to have a concerned look on her face. ‘’Is he okay?’’ he heard Eda ask.

Evan shakes his head, taking a small breath. ‘’O-oh me? I'm fine! I'm not use to meeting new people…I don't get out much haha!’’ Evan raised a hand up, gently waving it. Almost as if to brush off any concern the three had.

Eda gave a soft nod before responding. ‘’Well, happy to meet cha kiddo! Welcome to the Clawthorne household! Or The Owl House if you will.’’

Luz looked back over at Eda and King, ‘’Actually where have you both been? And what's that?’’ Luz asked, looking at the wood in Eda’s hands. Eda gently threw it over to Luz who caught it. ‘’It’s pailsman wood you ding-dong!’’ Eda explained with a soft smile. ‘’and now you can make your own pailsman!’’ King shouts, his tail wagging every so slightly.

Evan looked at the wood, ‘’Huh…thought all the pailsman wood was gone..’’ Evan mutters under his breath, he was somewhat impressed Eda and King would risk trying to finding pailsman wood or in this case stealing it. From what he heard of, pailsman wood was heavily guarded.

Luz’s eyes widen, ‘’But isn't this rare!? How did you both-’’

Eda gave a smirk, looking away as she did. ‘’Let's just say The Bonesborough Garden Club-’’ King interrupted Eda, finishing her sentence. ‘’Was robbed! By us!’’ which was followed by Eda giving a grin with a thumbs up.

Evan watched the scene play out, his mind drifting a bit. Evan couldn't help but find the moment somewhat sweet, the fact they would go on such a dangerous mission, just to give Luz something as rare as pailsman wood.

Even if it WAS stolen, it still was a kind gesture. Evan could respect that. Evan didn't even notice his ears going up as he became lost in thought. Hell, he didn't even know what Eda was saying to Luz anymore.

That was until King spoke next to him. ‘’hey, have you met Hooty yet?’’ Evan looked down at King, ‘’Who-’’

Evan jumped hearing the door burst open

‘’Did someone calllll me?!’’

‘’WHAT THE HE-’’

Ya, Evan ended up passing out after that..

….

Pip walked through the halls of the castle, he had heard his older brother, Hunter had come back from a mission. Pip didn't know the details of what happened, but he remembers seeing Kikimora mad.

Honestly she must have almost bumped into him, if he hadn't said anything. Of course, she only told him to, in much kinder terms, 'screw off.’ Pip found it funny how much older people used weird words. Ones he wasn't allowed to repeat or say for that matter.

Pip found his way to Hunter’s door, he managed to reach up and open it. Almost immediately his brother turned to face him, hands behind his back. ‘’Pip! Knock next time!’’ Hunter scolded, clearly caught off guard by the younger witch entering his room. ‘’I just wanted to see what you were doing, dum-dum.’’ Pip sticks his tongue out, as Hunter rolled his eyes in slight annoyance.

Pip then tilted his head, looking at Hunter, noticing he had his hands behind his back. Clearly hiding something.

‘’Hey bro, are you hiding something? Can I see?’’

‘’no.’’

Please?’’

‘’No.’’

‘’please?’’

‘’No.’’

This went on for a few minutes, even Pip seemed to do the long, ‘pleeeeeaassee’ as well, much to Hunter’s annoyance.

Soon enough, Hunter gave in, ‘’Fine! But…could you at least close the door?’’ Pip looked at the door, walking over and closing it, before walking over to Hunter’s bed, climbing up and sitting down.

Hunter looked at him, before speaking, ‘’You promise to not say anything?’’ Hunter asked, as Pip nodded. Hunter sighs, before showing a pailsman staff? However, it shifted back to it's normal form. It stared at Pip, tilting its head.

‘’This is Flapjack,’’ Hunter introduced, Pip’s eyes widen in amazement, ‘’YOU GOT A PAILSMA-MMF!’’ A hand immediately covered Pip’s mouth, ‘’Shh! Look, you can not say anything, understand?? This is between us only.’’

Pip slowly nodded, as Hunter uncovered his mouth.

‘’Did you just lick my hand?!’’ Pip only grinned in response. ‘’mayyybeee’’

‘’You little! you’re so-’’ Hunter took a deep breath, before calming down. Pip looked at Flapjack, ‘’can I pet him?’’ Pip asked, looking at the small bird with a smile.

Hunter sighs, ‘’Ya, just…please be careful.’’

‘’When have I not been careful?’’

‘’Do you really want me to answer that?''

[aliceyabusamesoneball]

piper living life

headphoens: We packin' diamond pistols

Uh, baby get low 'cause I already am

Starin' through a skirt like I'm Superman

My hair at an inch, your boy Dapper Dan

I always look fit, I ain't got a cramp

Cut shorty off 'cause I'm short term

Controlling my joystick, now it's your turn

I don't listen to a chirp, bro that's your bird

Dude's bent out of shape 'cause they got curved

I could suck a titty while I'm standing up

Don't ever fucking tell me I ain't man enough (Bitch)

Standing 5'8", voice 6'5"

Your whole whip crackin' 'cause we're short guys (Ayy, ayy)

I'm five foot something but my bills all paid

On my tippy-toes from L.A. to the Bay

Going off the deep end, chill in the shallow

You don't need your heels, girl, just bring a towel

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama, ayy

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama, ayy

And I must be this tall to ride

I'm a fun-sized, super nice guy

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama ayy, shorty

All my shirt tags say XM

Got girls sayin' I'm they best friend

Pants not cuffed, they just hemmed

She all in my hotspot 'cause she tetherin'

Still stand tall I don't need height

Using all my words I ain't gotta fight

The glove only comes off at night

Give my shirt to her, bet it fit right

Stuntin' in my platform shoes

I serenade, you just built like a flute

In the airport lounge, sippin' free booze

In economy, still got leg room (Ayy, ayy)

I'm five foot something but my bills all paid

On my tippy-toes from L.A. to the Bay

Going off the deep end, chill in the shallow

You don't need your heels girl, just bring a towel

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama, ayy

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama, ayy

And I must be this tall to ride

I'm a fun-sized, super nice guy

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty

Short king, mama ayy, shorty

Welcome back to Short Kings Radio

Now we're gonna hear from one of our listeners

Caller Number Five, you are on the air

Yo, I just wanna give a big shout out to TMG

Uh, that new shit, uh (Mhm), that shit got me laid

I'm 5"2' and like I've never had a song

Empower me as a Short King (Haha, okay)

So I just wanna say, thank you TMG

Thank you blackbear for getting me uh, fucking laid dude

Uh, it was sick, dude, thank you

Thank you so much

Haha, well that's great to hear caller, glad you got your dick wet

Next up, Halsey

[darlingpwease]

It can still be easy to forget names, I read loads of books and sometimes I still struggle to remember names of some characters (a brag? Not really, it may be a sign to take a break but oh well, who can stop me lol <33) so it's not ur fault Dove, it's all good!!

this is in a good way

Oh, that's good that's good, very good :DDD

Don't be, this happens a stupid amount of times so it may happen again <//333

why a hole if there is the cute soft warm fluffy nest??? ?????? ?????????

Hmmmm............. a hole, or a nest,,,, what to choose, what to choose.......

ME TOO!! The amount of time I've gotten /s and /srs mixed up has been embarrassing, especially when it completely fucks the tone I try to express to people at times, it gets very awkward. Not only that, but sometimes when idk what to use or if I even should use it, I try to reread what I've written to make sure if I need to use them or not. Even then, jm still not sure–

No words can describe how much I hated middle school. Hs is pretty good tho, very chill, very calm..... besides testing.

AAAA YOU GET IT!!!! EXACTLY!!!!!

I never have been a huge omegaverse person, but I stumbled upon a work of top!omega×bottom!alpha and alpha×alpha, and it's like a whole new world was opened to me. I'm hooked. It's so fucking good and for what reason??

No reason needed. It's amazing. So good.

HELL YEAAHHHHHHH!!!

Yes yes, as Yuuta nervously fiddles with the hem of his skirt, he hasn't even shown you yet but he can already feel how hot his face is.. and when you end up pressing up against him, practically breeding him in the dressing stall, desperately trying to stay quite as he hears people walk by and getting into nearby stalls– he cums at the thought of being caught. And especially when you keep muttering into his ear how pretty he is, how adorable he is trying to keep in his moans.. He can't help but tighten up when you suggest that others may have already heard him,, Yuuta mewling at those words. It's not his fault your making him feel so good.

Or where Toge uses the photos and videos you send of you and Yuuta fucking as jackoff material. He is so incredibly thankful how generous you are,, <333 and even when he's used them to the point where he's memorized even the smallest details, he can't stop himself from cummin so much til he's empty. Babbling to himself, maybe thinking of himself in those situations too, becoming a deliciously made blubbering mess,,

Ur mind, Dove,,, I swear 🛐🛐🛐🛐

I don't care if it's unhealthy, it's fucking amazing!!! Intoxicating!!! Addictive!!!!! It's so good!!!!!!! <3333

Uhhhh we'll see lol, I hope it looks at least somewhat decent haha

SAVING!! I'm saving this. Gonna stash this away and use it as reference. Thank you so so soooo incredibly much for taking some time to write this out <333 ur so sweet /gen

My audience will mainly be targeted towards gn!reader, but I might do male!reader from time to time. As long as people can enjoy my work tho, then thats what matters to me <333 now I have a wonderful reference on what to tag!! :DDD

-panna cotta

"brag" no, dear, a lot of books read is something you should really be proud of <3 although in your performance it sounds like a red flag and you should take a short break /hj

stoooop it's melting!!! do you see??? it's melting more and more!!! </33333 /pos /hj

most of all, I like the moment that you really think what is better: my most beautiful and lovingly made nest or some kind of hole. I mean, some unpleasant things, infections and dirt can live in the hole, and this is still the most harmless, while the most terrible thing in the nest is me.

no, of course, I think a hole is safer than the nest, but you haven't seen it.

I feel like I'm being called out </3333 /hj

I hate how similar /s and/srs are and constantly confuse them, and when people ask, I feel so embarrassed, but I just sometimes forget that sarcasm exists </3333

so understand you,,,,, I'm constantly close to stopping using them altogether, but I can't completely give up. It's hard to use them, but I'm so used to it </3

middle school was so ugh. I'm so glad I'm not in it anymore.

I'm just fed up with alpha×omega that it no longer inspires. it was cool in the beginning, I love alternative biology, but apart from various variations there are no tensions and special attraction, you know? almost the same as hetero romance, except that the setting is more interesting, but over time these works begin to repeat themselves. alpha×alpha, omega×omega and betas have become more interesting, since their dynamics are much more flexible and ambiguous and require more meaning than alpha×omega — with the exception for dom!omega, dominant omegas are always wonderful.

I love these pheromones and different worlds with different levels of influence of instincts, it's very interesting, but I've apparently become too jaded. just give me alpha & beta-to-alpha who are courting each other and want to create a pack, and omegas who are very well aware of the impact of estrus and help each other in their time, while constantly breeding each other because their mate is too seductive. the usual pleasure, which is too little; disappointing </3

'so good' SO RIGHT!!!

1. Yuuta tries to restrain himself, but it's so difficult while you tease him about his skirt and how wet he is, probably from the realization that anyone can hear him, find out how slutty he is and how he likes to fuck in public places where everyone can hear him right while you fuck him, making him drool with delight, soaking a new skirt; when you lift the fabric higher, exposing his thighs and grabbing them, whispering (or growling) so that he does not cum before you, pinching his sensitive skin, and Yuuta involuntarily whines and moans — only to immediately shut his mouth,,,,,

your hands are so tenacious when you grab his hair, unobtrusively lifting his head higher, showing the reflection an absolute mess instead of the young man who entered here some time ago; but Yuuta doesn't care so much when he can only feel his body trembling with delight, feeling like with a new push he is getting closer and closer to the edge, — but you don't let him cum, growling that he is a good boy and listens to you and he tries to be like that, but his hips involuntarily part to the side just to feel you as much as possible </3

2. Yes!!! <3333

Toge is not a pervert, — no more than ordinary person — but when he closes his eyes and hears Yuuta, who whining your name, he knows what kind of scene is happening on his mobile screen, and maybe it should worry him more than it is, but Yuuta is so sweetly moaning, crying, whispering all sorts of lovesick nonsense while you reach your orgasm; begging you to cum while you're inside him, to take advantage of him, and Toge cums simultaneously with you and the last moans of Yuuta, excitedly thanking you for it, deliriously saying how he loves you and that you are the best thing that has happened to him while you are stroking his stomach, probably so hot and soft, filled and sensitive that Toge can't help but touch his own, at times colder and absolutely not full, in a post-orgasmic haze thinking that Yuuta is damn lucky with you.

you regularly fuck him, breeding him at every opportunity, and Toge does not know if he wants to be the one who makes Yuuta cry from another orgasm, forcing his body to try to hide from another stimulation, or to feel how you push your fingers inside his mouth, forcing him to make cute moans while exposing him the body, promising to take care of him and make sure that his body will ache from orgasms </3 maybe being fucked as much as Yuuta is, only able to whine about how good you are, only squirm, knowing that he can't even say a word to you, only moaning and whimpering when it becomes too much for him </33

shdgshdghdhdhd im insane

I know, pretty breadwinner, I know; at times more sociable & brainy when resonate with another brilliant panna cotta whose big brainy brain makes me work 1205% to match <3333

I am very uncompetitive and hate to compete, but when I meet smart and brainy people, I run after them with all my mental strength <3

it's going to be amazing, panettone. I remember I once gave advice about the aesthetics of the blog and the beginning of the blog, but I think they are very pointless — even if you are not perfect now, you will become so. you'll get better. you will become more beautiful. I mean, you're already beautiful, but experience shows that it gets even better over time, and I'm very interested in how you can become even more <333 you've started, and you should already be proud of yourself.

I mean, there is such a difference between my first blog, my last blog, my current blog and my temporary blog, it's a kind of gradation of aesthetics, and it will only get better over time. I know it. and you're going to get better and better <3

of course!!! all for you, my prettyfull one <3333

I, as a reader of gender neutral reader, very much approve <3 I once started writing gn reader and, although I have ambiguous moments now, still prefer to have them as the main audience. It's just closer to me; my people don't have to starve as much as I do. maybe I just don't get along well with male!reader & fem!reader writers, this is also a very likely reason /hj

[pastryleclerc]

📂

hello everyone! ✨️ below you will find the most important information about the author and the links to tagged games, etc. which will offer a little deeper view into the author's head (and life) 👀 if you wanna know more, you can always send me a dm or ask 🥰

name

i have a classic german name which i won't post publicly, but just call me anne or annie for short :)

age

at the time of writing this i am 21 years of age and i'll start my taylor swift year on december 12th 🎂

looks

i am a brunette girl with shoulder-length hair and green (and a hint of grey) eyes (side fact: i have the same eyecolor as charles leclerc and it's the rarest eye color), my height is 162cm or 5"3', i have three tattoos (bound to become more) and a lip piercing at the same place luke hemmings used to have his, i am absolutely not thin but i'm currently trying to loose weight 👩

job

i'm currently a trainee at our district administration in the system of the dual education (1-2 days of school per week and the rest in the office) with the intention to get my bachelor in public administration afterwards! 👩‍💼

places i've been to

the netherlands 🇳🇱, france 🇫🇷, italy 🇮🇹 and greece 🇬🇷 and - of course - germany 🇩🇪

interests

obviously f1 and football, but also: movies, tv shows, cooking, baking, singing (fun fact: i sing in our local choir), dancing, playing handball, playing tennis/badminton, hang out with my friends, going to parties/concerts/etc., travelling, reading, listening to music, swimming, riding the bike, inline skating, ice skating, talking about history (there's more that i can't think of right now but will definitly add) 💛

favorite movies/tv shows

movies: i will watch anything from marvel and dc, the golden age of barbie (aka the early 2000s-2010s movies), mamma mia 1 & 2, top gun 1 & 2, the m:i movies, dirty dancing, pretty woman, titanic, pearl harbor (judge me as much as you want i liked the movie), more that i currently can't think of - tv shows: hawaii five-0, gossip girl (og), pretty little liars, supernatural, desperate housewives (again, judge me as much as you want), bridgerton, more that i currently can't think of

football favorites

clubs: bvb and man city / players: basically all of the bvb squad, john stones, stefan ortega (my friend knows him lmao), christian pulisic, ben chilwell, cesar azpilicueta, kdb, erling haaland (there are probably more haha) ⚽️

motorsport favorites

charles leclerc, sebastian vettel (side fact: he's from the same state as i am), george russell, lando norris, oscar piastri, michael schumacher, daniel abt, nico hülkenberg - teams: ferrari (and mercedes, due to my family) 🏎

artists/genres i listen to often

first things first: i normally describe my taste in music as "everything i love" which is actually such a weird mix / artists: taylor swift, abba, katy perry, the weeknd, ariana grande, lana del rey, måneskin, dua lipa, 5sos, wet leg, wincent weiss, lady gaga - genres: musicals, indie, edm, house, pop 🎶

fun facts

we have a dog at home, my favorite animals are penguins, i have been to the first ever bvb vs. chelsea game, i've been to concerts of 5sos and wincent weiss, i like to build legos, i am an only child, i don't have a favorite season, there also isn't a color i don't like but i prefer beige pink and yellow, the glass is half full when you intentionally fill it up half way and half empty when you drink from it, my favorite quote is "even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise" from victor hugo's "les misérables", my english level is c2, my french level is b2, my spanish level is b1, i once had ancient greek in school, i hated the sciences (math, biology, science and physics), i'm bisexual ☀️

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[sunnyjae]

hey! im actually obsessed with your writing (its so good omg, youve got me going CRAZY) so maybe #34 & #44 with dom!jake x sub!reader and maybe it being like enemies but lowkey fwb? and well you can do wtv with nicknames (pretty girl and those along those lines has me going insane tho)

sorry if its too detailed! you can do whatever with this req !!

lmao me crying 😩 anything with pretty in front of it is a yes

i hope this one was a vibe lol i think i enjoyed writing this one a little too much

also thank you for reading! I’m super surprised i get you guys riled up like that haha ;)

prompts: #34 "get on your knees," + #44 "you want my cum?"

pretty girl [part one] ♡ sjy [req]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ jake x fem!reader, strict-ish soft??dom!jake, sub!reader

genre ♡ non-idol!au, suggestive, smut, fluff

warnings ♡ dumbification, overuse of petnames, riding, lots of dialogue (bc i'm a whore for dirty talk but we all knew), low-key breeding kink, so much teasing oh my, finger sucking like twice??, dirty talk ofc, low-key ddlg, very unrealistic scenario lol

word count ♡ 2.9k

summary ♡ jake's a tease in your frenemies (sort of) relationship, little did you know he's a tease inside the bedroom too

You cursed yourself at the mental image of getting on your knees for Jake, his fingers gripping your chin as he fed you the tip of his hot, fat cock, desperate for some relief. The way you drooled, imagining him calling you filthy names, making you swallow his big load - one that he had been saving just for your pretty mouth.

Grumbling at the thought, you remembered the time he’d teased you in front of the guys, even going the extra mile and calling you in class several times just to say he found your spot cream in the fridge. The boy heckled you, embarrassed you and made fun of you whenever he could, and yet you were still so affected by his presence it made you want to swear aloud sometimes.

And when you were in the middle of washing the dishes, your brother's best friend lazily ambled in, taking notice of you in all your pajama-ed glory. Jake gritted out an internal ‘Shit.’, feeling his dick stiffen in his sweats (as if it wasn’t the first time you did that to him). He stalked around the kitchen island behind you, and his voice broke the silence.

"You look nice," he lilted, and with a clatter, you dropped the utensils you were holding.

Opting to leave them now that they were sinking into the water anyway, you mumbled a weak, "Go away,".

Jake only chuckled in response, letting his eyes graze you up and down shamelessly. He eyed the way your spaghetti top hugged your boobs, accentuating your waist and leading to the hem of your shorts, which clung deliciously to your ass as if they were made for you. You just looked so breakable yet so soft.

Jake couldn't help but groan internally. And by God did he want to absolutely fucking wreck you.

He found your diary around a week ago, in which you wrote your frustrations out (including your sexual ones), and Jake had noticed something incredibly interesting as he was casually flicking through - he noted it was for your own safety, not his mind-boggled curiosity.

You liked a lot of the same...niche...things he liked. Although Jake had never brought it up to his past girlfriends, the idea of you allowing him to take the role of the carer, you being his baby, in whatever silent feud-slash-lust thing you had going on, had his knees buckling under him.

"Calm down, I'm just giving you a compliment." he sidled up beside you, lips pushing outwards into a cute duck-like pout.

You had to gulp down your saliva, legs already trembling at his proximity. The way he leaned over you, deliberately making you feel tiny, had your head positively spinning.

"Please, give me some space." you yelped out, voice nearly breaking because of the tension in your lungs.

He raised his hands in defence and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you finally wash and dry your hands - one of the cute things he noticed about you too, was that they were significantly smaller than his.

He smirked when he noticed you trembling with the bowl in your hand.

"You need help?"

Your fingers were white from how hard you were gripping the ceramic, and you couldn't help but whine under your breath from the intensity of his gaze. It was like he was actively trying to make you submit to him, but the power in that - without him having to say a word - was what made you wet.

"Uh, no. I'm fine." you replied unnecessarily sharply, feeling your cheeks warm with heat. Jake pushed himself away from the toaster and took a few tempting strides closer to you, watching you take out a can opener and a tin you needed to get some fruit out for the frozen yogurt you were tasked with making for tonight. Sunghoon had invited Jake to stay over for the night, since it was a Wednesday and your lectures were cancelled altogether - Jake Sim was thrilled at the information (for many reasons).

Leaning over your shoulder, his lip twitched at your struggle with the tool. "Dummy." he muttered, gently taking the items from you.

Your throat dried at his comment, but your pussy definitely wasn't close to being that. You chose not to pick up on it, for the sake of your own ego. Jake opened the tin with ease and poured the peach slices out into the bowl beside you, setting the tin down with a light thud.

What you didn’t expect, however, was when two of his fingers accidentally dipped into the syrup, and he lifted them to your lips expectantly. "Open." Jake muttered, eyeing your pretty mouth. He just knew you’d taste sweet.

You didn't know why you were following through, but it was like his words affected you more than you initially thought.

Watching your lips part, Jake smirked that same pretentious smirk he always did and waited for you to "Suck."

He found himself muttering “God, I wish you’d get on your knees for me.” with no real aim of having you hear it, but knowing your enfatuation with him, of course you'd perk up at anything he did.

You closed your eyes, lips eventually circling his digits without much thought. When your eyes opened again, Jake nearly swore aloud while feeling your tongue swipe at the pads of his fingers. Your eyes were wide and gazing into his with a deep longing that had him stirring in his pajama sweats.

He pulled his fingers out of your desperate mouth reluctantly, "Pretty." before stepping over to the fridge like he hadn't just caused you to nearly collapse onto the tiles your legs were trembling on.

The sweetness lingered on your lips, and you licked at them subtly, wishing it were Jake's tongue on them instead of your own. The way he would softly praise you, call you his, make you lie down all pretty for him like a gorgeous pillow princess.

"Making dessert?" he asked, casually taking out a banana milk bottle from one of the shelves inside. That question snapped you out of your reverie almost immediately.

You stared intensely at the bowl in front of you, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further by making any more unnecessary eye contact. Like this, you felt like dumb in front of Jake sometimes, and you knew he enjoyed seeing you in this way.

"Yeah." you breathed airily, swallowing hard to curb the whine that edged to escape from your throat - the reason being his eyes ; those dialated pupils roving over your tense body, coming up to meet your own every so often.

"Don't you uh- have anything better to get to?"

His lack of immediate response had you balking.

"You know," he took a sip of his milk, leaning back to set it aside - the action itself nonchalant, worryingly tempting. "If I asked you nicely to be kinder to me then you'd probably do it,"

"You're just dumb like that."

A soft gasp filled the air, and you realised it was you once his eyebrows raised in response. "Am I wrong?"

You watched as he pushed himself away from the freezer, edging a few steps forward to meet you next to the island. He was a whole foot taller than you, and somehow having your vision obscured by a certain Jake Sim gave you the dragon equivalent of butterflies in your tummy.

"Gonna be nice to me from now on?" he mocked, lip upturned. "Play on that goody-two-shoes personality for me? Be a good girl?"

"I-" you whined, words on the precipice of your tongue, teetering on the edge of a terrific, catastrophic plunge.

"Aw," he tutted, tilting his head back to take in your embarrassed, heated gaze. Your decreasing ability to speak, making him struggle to keep the (albeit tiny) space left between you. Jake felt the need to lean down to whisper in your ear, "When you decide to play nice, you come and find me."

And that was the end of your last anticipated conversation with Jake that evening, the air of tension in the kitchen merging with whatever Sunghoon's suspicious gaze brought with it as he strolled in. His sister and his best friend were polar opposites, so awkwardness didn't come as a surprise with two contrasting personality types, however Sunghoon sure had had enough of this bermuda triangle of fumbling words and strange energy.

Finishing rinsing with mouthwash after brushing your teeth was the highlight of your night time routine for sure. It was the very last thing you usually did before bed, other than applying some lip care and lotion to your skin. The bathroom door left slightly ajar opened a little more, closing behind the last person you'd expected to see. He leaned over the sink next to where you stood, his thumb barely brushing the material of your shorts over your hips as he gave his face a once-over in the mirror.

"I'm still using the bathroom."

"I know."

You mumbled, words coming out uncharacteristically pathetic to anyone who would have known you for you. "You um- could wait?"

His eyes caught yours, almost glinting in the mirror's LED light, glazing over at the mere sight of you. You curled into yourself, the drawer handle under the sink basin digging into your mid-thigh when he stepped behind you, arms caging you in further. The death grip you had on your vaseline tin had the metal warming in your palm, a discomfort settling in from the ridges indenting your skin.

Breath cool, heart pounding, knuckles white, your lips formed around his name in a whisper.

"Hm?"

Jake reached up to twist your head to face him, thumb just under your shiny bottom lip.

You just knew this was going to be a gruelling and difficult sleep.

Coming into Sunghoon's room (tonight, Jake's) was something you never thought you'd do. Duvet and pillow in hand, you stood at the door.

You sniffled, feeling overwhelmed from just twenty minutes ago when you were sucking on his fingers. With the softness in his touches, yet a hardness in his eyes that could be mistaken for malice, you recalled the names he'd called you.

"What're you doing here pretty?" Jake asked, noticing your figure in the threshold to his room as he scrolled through his phone. You brought your shoulders to your ears and looked down shyly.

"Come here." he invited, glancing down at his lap for you to get the message, his bulge was still painfully straining from earlier.

You mewled, crawling over to his bed, watching him peel the duvet and settle you onto his hips, moving his hands to your face, he stroked over your cheeks and lips with his thumbs, sighing.

He was so warm you couldn't help but put your stuff aside and melt into his body, pressing your cheek against his chest and your hands on his pecs. "Jus' wan'ed to sit." you muttered, not even coherent at this point.

"Dumb little baby wanted to sit on my lap?" he asked, smoothing his palms down the skin of your plush thighs.

"Yeah," you nodded, now moving your head so you were face to face.

"I thought you didn't like me sweetheart," he sighed, not being able to stop the smirk from appearing again.

"Hm," you huffed, face hot.

"Are you gonna be good and answer me?" he thumbed at your lips, eyes gazing at them shining under the dim light of Sunghoon’s desk lamp.

“You’re annoying, Jake. I don’t like you.” you lied, feeling his cock press into your crotch, hot under his pajama pants.

Jake sighed teasingly. “Well, pretty girl,” hands moving down to your hips, he pressed you down onto his hardness more. “That’s a shame, isn’t it?”

Chest tight, your nipples hardened under your flimsy crop top. “W-why?”.

He hummed, pressing his face into your neck softly. “I’m in a very giving mood right now.” he sighed, lips dragging across your skin until they reached your ear. “But considering your dislike for me, I don’t think you’ll want what I have to offer.”

“W-what do you have to offer, Jakey?” you whispered, shuddering. He smirked into the side of your face.

A pause. “Are you going to tell me the truth?” he lilted, “I don’t like lying little girls - they don’t get rewards.”

You swallowed, a strained sound escaping your throat. “I-I wasn’t lying.”

“Oh, but I know you were.” he nodded, nosing at you as you melted into him. “C’mon baby, tell me what’s going on in that dumb little head of yours.”

“I’m sorry Jakey.” you whined, “I-”

He stroked at your head with one hand, lips pouting at your jaw to press a featherlight kiss to it.

“I-I think about you sometimes.” you mumbled, breath hitching when he let out an affirmative sigh. “I’m listening,” he replied with a coy smile.

“Dirty things,” you added.

Jake was thrilled, cock hard and swollen under the confines of his clothes. “What kind of dirty things, sweetheart?” The words could have been so so innocent if it weren't for the hot bulge pressing into you as you melted into his lap.

You had to gulp, and it was audible. “Like s-sitting on Jakey’s lap.”

“Like now?”

You reached his ear with your lips, the sweetness of your scent making Jake want to manhandle you flat on the pillows and make you scream and cry in pleasure. “Yeah- but- I sometimes think about Jakey’s cock in me. A-and Jakey’s cum.”

“Hm. Such a good girl for telling me the truth.” with his mouth at the shell of your ear again, his voice reverberated delectably closer to you.

“What did you want to offer?” you mumbled, soft fingers playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

The next words Jake uttered make your cunt throb shamelessly.

“Dumb baby’s princess parts must be feeling achy, huh?”

You felt yourself nod fervently, “Jakey was going to offer you his cock to sit on - to make that special spot feel better again. How does that sound?” he added with a whisper.

“Please let me on your cock,” you begged, bouncing on his lap a little in anticipation, and Jake halted your movements with steady hands on your waist.

He pretended to think, thumbs reaching the band of your silk shorts to just snap the elastic back teasingly.

“I don’t think my dumb baby’s princess parts belong to Jakey, though.” his lips twitched, fingers letting go of the fabric and pressing his fingertips into your hot slit.

“They do! T-they belong to you.” you hiccuped, completely drunk on Jake's words and teasing actions alone. You were worried before that if he were to make you suck on his fingers once more, you'd really probably cum with one touch.

He smiled, amused at your pleading. “Jakey’s princess parts.” you affirmed innocently, whimpering at the feeling of relief where his fingers just pressed.

“You gonna let Jakey slide his big cock into his princess parts?” He bit his lip, "All creamy, huh?"

“Yeah.” and with that approval, he pushed the crotch of the material covering your pussy to the side and pulled himself out of his bottoms.

“You like my cock, sweetheart?” he asked, his length hard on his stomach. Your eyes were wide at the new image, not really managing to process the situation.

You smiled shyly, pressing your face into his cheek. “Yeah.”

lmao this is giving ‘warm’ vibes

Finally pressing his tip into you, your pussy lips parted at the stretch, the fullness something you’d been waiting for so patiently since he first started to have such an effect on you. “Oh fuck-”

“Stupid girl, Jakey doesn’t like swearing. Apologise.” when he was fully sheathed in you, balls deep, his voice slipped deliciously into a lower octave.

“‘M sorry,” you drooled, face nuzzled into his shoulder. “Deep.”

“Fucked dumb.” he sighed, “All pretty for me.”

“Cum.” you pawed at his shoulder, the hands he had on your hips lifting you up and pressing you down onto his cock again. “Want cum.”

“You want to cum?”

“No- I want Jakey’s cum. In Jakey’s princess parts.” your voice was shaky and wrecked, and your thighs trembled at the feeling of being so satiated and finally filled to the brim.

“You want my cum?” Jake used his fingers to tilt your head up to be level with his so he could gaze into your eyes.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll give you a big load, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that.” he groaned at your tightness. “You wanna leak my cum?”

“All the time,” you pouted, teary eyes reflecting need and desperation.

"Bounce on it then sweetie, just like this." he lifted you by the hips so he slipped out, the tip just stretching out your opening before he pressed you back down again. The sharp fullness made you almost sob.

Complying with his instruction, you sat up and began to move. Jake's cock slipped in and out of you with lewd quelches and a repeated pap pap pap that should have been something out of a porno, along with your cute sounds and Jake's heavy breathing.

You moved. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. And the way he gazed into your eyes as you moved had butterflies erupting in your tummy. 

"Such a pretty girl," he smiled at you, the genuinity taking you back a little, even in your wrecked and sensitive state. As you started getting tired, Jake pressed a few shushing kisses to your jaw. "Shhh, baby. Just sit, okay? I'll take care of you."

And he pressed you down into his lap, using his thumb to rub pretty circles onto your little clit. "Jakey's Princess feeling good?" he asked, cursing under his breath as he nearly felt himself cum when you clenched tight around him.

"Princess parts feel so good." you nodded, eyes half-lidded as you shuddered on top of him as your climax hit. "Hmmm."

"Coming around my cock so well," he shushed you with his lips, the mewling from your lips growing in volume at the stinging sensitivity. "You gonna let Jakey fuck his cum into you?"

"Please," breathless, you approved, and that's all it took for Jake to give you his load finally.

Wrapping his arms around you, he tiredly reached for the duvet and shuffled with you on top of him and him still inside you.

You were satisfied, and whatever you and Jake had to talk out would be saved for the morning when you were more coherent.

i'm so so sorry i've been away for this last week! i got a lot requests so it's been a matter of keeping up with that and schoolwork. because of something personal I am going through it will take me longer to complete all your requests. I'm really sorry once again lovelies ♡ i hope you guys enjoyed this piece 😊

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Aggressor 🔞 (9)

In which Jungkook doesn't care what needs to be done, or what bones need to be broken. He'll do anything, if it means he gets to put food on the table- and gets to keep you safe. He promised, after all.

Tags/warnings: violence, angst, blood and wounds, mentions of abandonment and homelessness, bounty hunter!Jungkook, guns, wanted!Reader, crimes, murder, reader canceled someone's life subscription in self defense oops, jungkook is a little cold but he's soft inside trust me, I know it doesn't seem like it, there is a little fluff if you squint, put your contacts in its there I promise, swearing, listen it's not a children's tale haha, smut, protected bc yes, we wrap it even as criminals, handjob in a bathroom oops², dark humor, Jeon Bam as the best bodyguard of all times

Additional Chapter Warnings: hippity hoppity oc is now jungkooks property, smut, cunnilingus, rip clothes, like Jesus kook the dress has a zipper for a reason but ok go off I guess

<< Previous

You haven't said much after he'd told you about the whole deal he'd been proposed.

You're unsure what he thinks of you now; does he keep you around just for the money now? Or did his kisses mean something? You don't even notice how he watches you wash the dishes. He knows something is up- he noticed instantly.

He gets up with a sigh, reaching over your hand to turn off the water, your back against his front as you stay still. "Something's up." He mumbles, looking at you from over your shoulder. You can see his reflection a little in the metal spoon you're holding; upside down, and blurry, but its there.

"Do you.."you start, unsure how to phrase it. "Was what happened, you know, a few days ago.." you begin to explain, mumbling a little more than usual. But he understands you clearly, proximity to you making it easy to hear your voice. "Do you own me now?" You say, cringing at the sound of it. "Ugh no, I don't know how to explain-" you start, and he simply reaches to the kitchen towel, drying your hands for you before he turns you around to face him.

"Taehyung told me the deal the day we kissed- I took you in because I wanted to, if that's whats worrying you." He says, before he lifts your head at your chin. "The only one who owns you is yourself." He tells you, and you nod after a moment- before he looks down to your lips.

"What if I.." you softly say, "want you to own me though?" You ask, and he looks at you for a second, before he leans in.

"Then I'll gladly take it all." He tells you, before he hungrily kisses you yet again, hands on your thighs moving underneath the hem of your dress, before he picks you up, over his shoulder. "I'm not making that mistake twice." He mumbles to himself, as he carries you into his bedroom, door closing roughly as his boot kicks it shut.

You squeal a bit in surprise when he drops you onto the creaking mattress, as he crawls over you, impatiently trying to pull your dress higher- noticing how that won't work, he simply grabs both sides of the front, distinctive sound of fabric tearing filling the room. "You look better in my clothes anyways." He growls, as his hands brush over your skin, holding onto your hips while he can't stop kissing you. Biting your lower lip teasingly, he slowly sheds his own clothes- revealing his inked skin underneath, scars new and old decorating his skin together with the dark ink on his arm.

Your hand instantly traves the lines and edges of the designs on his arm, while he undoes your underwear, finally laying you bare beneath him. "Move over baby."He gently commands, as you nod, moving further onto the bed while he gets a condom from the bedside table.

He's surprisingly gentle as he even places the sheets over your bodies, before leaning down again capturing your lips and breath again. You're squirming underneath his hands, making him chuckle- a sound you haven't heard before from him. He looks a lot younger like this you notice, face relaxed and even a small smile on his lips as he watches you underneath him.

You're warm, and inviting, and he can't help but sigh out in bliss as he carefully enters you. You hold onto him as he fills you up, not used to the way he handles you- up until this point, you haven't experienced something slow and steady like this. You feel treasured and protected in a way, as if he's hiding you from the whole world in that moment- and maybe he is.

"Remember when I said I'll protect you?" He hums out, hips steady as he presses himself deep inside you. You nod.

"You said you won't keep it." You sigh out, growing a bit Impatient by his slow pace.

He chuckles, a hand pinning your hips down. "I take it back." He mumbles into your ear, kissing the crook of your neck before teasingly biting, hips snapping into you once, twice, begone he chuckles at your whining. "I promise I'll keep you safe from now on." He says.

"You mean it?" You wonder, looking at him as his gaze meets yours.

"I mean it." He reassures, before he pushes your legs more apart, pace quickening as he chases his high with you. He presses himself inside you as he cums, spilling into the condom inside you with a groan falling from his lips. You're already calming down, used to not having your own moment of high- but he suddenly slips out, begins to kiss down the valley of your breasts, over your lower stomach, before he places his mouth onto your sensitive core.

Your toes curl as he sucks and swallows hungrily, tongue expertly drawing patterns onto your pearl- breath quickening as you grab onto nothing- finding his hands you instantly hold onto, head thrown back unto the mattress below as usual reach your high.

He licks his lips almost teasingly with an impish smile on his face, making you hide behind your hands- leading to him pulling them away, before he kisses your cheeks playfully.

He really isn't the big bad dog you thought all men to be.

[generallybarzy]

under twinkling lights.

an: christmas in april? sorry this took so long.. but here’s a little bit of established relationship and soft cute Christmas smut! Its been too long since we had something so sweet and smutty about our fav cute ass couple. It’s all sweet and soft and cute and then it gets filthy... the perfect dynamic, i want what they have. i was only inspired to finish this because of barzys hatty tonight haha, he deserves everything. I didn’t really spell check this yet, just needed to post finally!! Personally, I think its the hottest thing I've ever wrote. Lemme know!!! 💕

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You never believed you’d find someone to spend your life with. If anyone told you your holidays would one day be spent cuddling up with your boyfriend of almost two years in the apartment that you had just moved into together earlier that month, you would have told them they were wrong. Flat out wrong. Things as beautiful and destined as that only happened in movies, and you certainly weren’t lucky enough to get something like that. But, now, here you were.

And here was Mat.

Even after two years with Mat, there was still nothing better than spending the evening cuddled up with him on the couch. No matter how many fancy, expensive dinner dates he took you on at upscale restaurants in the city or how many helicopter rides you took together out in B.C. when he was showing you his home, or how much you loved hanging out with his friends and his family and his teammates, nothing was better than cuddles at home. As much time you spent together, you still felt as giddy and comfortable and safe and at-peace as that first time with him. Things didn't simmer down, that spark didn't fade away after a bit like you feared they would. But they became more subtle. You no longer had to ask him to come to the couch to cuddle, you no longer worried that maybe he wouldn't want to. It was a habit, at this point, to fall into his arms at the end of the day just the same as he did with you. You were each other’s safe havens, the place you laid your head to rest. You loved each other, and there was no place you’d rather be than together.

You’d spent the evening baking cookies, decorating the new tree, and wrapping his family member's Christmas gifts- a book his mom had been wanting, along with some of the cookies you'd made and various at-home spa items; hockey memorabilia and classic jerseys for his dad; and some new pieces of technology and the latest eye shadow palette that his sister had been wanting, along with some stupid jokes gifts that he wrapped in duct tape like the annoying older brother he was. Now, after the sunset bared its last light over the horizon and through your window, you lay together in bliss, with the tree twinkling its colorful lights across the room as you and Mat snuggled on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and everything felt right. 

"I don't know why we went through all that work to decorate the tree if we're not even spending Christmas here." Mat grumbled playfully, his head on your chest, partially hidden under the blanket. 

"Well," your face glowed in a smile as you remembered the flight out to Vancouver you had in a few days. Spending holidays with his family was always your favorite. Your family wasn’t the best, and it wasn’t too healthy to spend your holidays with them, but you always had Mat and his family. They were so welcoming, so kind, and for as many years now as you’d gone as Mat’s girlfriend, they had accepted you like family. "Because this is our home, Mat. It'd be wrong not to decorate it for the first time." 

"I don't need a tree for this to feel like home." 

“Aww, baby.”

“It’s true.” He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees above you on the couch, bringing his face level with yours. His warm breath hit your lips as he brushed his nose against yours, eyes slipping shut and grinning. “I love you. Always.”

“I love you always too.” 

"I'm so glad you're here. I'm so happy we live together, finally." 

"I'm glad we live together, too." 

Mat snuggled down into your neck, the locks of dark hair that had been growing out lately tickling your face. You reached up to brush them aside and curl your hand around the back of his head, cupping his head against you tenderly . His hair was getting so nice and long, and you knew he’d have to cut it soon, per the team's guidelines, but god, you were gonna cherish it now. 

"I actually have something for you, Maty."

"A Christmas present?" 

"Well, an early Christmas present." You smiled at the excited look on his boyish face as he leaned back, the lights from the tree highlighting the sparkle in his eye. "You can't open it at your parent's house, so we're gonna do it here instead."

"What is it?" 

"Try to figure it out." 

He sat up then, his eyes scanning the room for anything that might seem out of the ordinary, anything that might be hidden. He was looking for his present, and you had to hold back a laugh at the sight. 

"Maty…" 

"No, no, I'll find it."

"Babe…"

"I got this."

"Let me give you a hint, at least." You sat up with him and took his hand in yours and cupped it against your cheek, turning your head to the side to kiss his fingers. He smiled at the touch, melting back into you and tracing his thumb across your skin. 

"Alright, gimme the hint."

You pushed his hand down the smooth skin of your neck, the swell of your breasts, down the curve of your waist, and to the hem of his hoodie that swallowed you up. "It's right in front of you, baby." 

"For real?" The joy in his eyes was the same you saw the first time you told him you were ready to take that step, almost two years ago now. No matter how many times you were together, he was always just as excited.

“You say that as if we’ve never done this before.”

“It always feels like the first time.” 

You glowed and let go of his hand to reach up and cup his face between both of you. His words came so simply and without hesitation that you knew he was sincere. “Aw, Mat…”

“I’m serious.” 

“You’re so sweet tonight.”

“Maybe I just really want to lay some love on you.” He hitched his hands under your thighs and tugged you close, lying you back against the couch once again. His hands slid up the soft skin of your tummy and waist, dipping under your shirt momentarily, and causing your breath to hitch in your throat- his hands always managed to do that to you- as you breathed out the words against his lips. 

“Maybe I’m gonna let you.” 

With one last grin, his face dipped down to yours, locking your lips together in a familiar, electric dance. Soft, gentle lips moving against yours had never felt as good as with any other boyfriends as they do with Mat. His touch was intoxicating, made your mind wander and your heart race flushed your skin and shocked you to the core. Ever since the very first time his hand grazed against yours when he reached out to hold it for the first time, to the first time your bodies connected in passion under the covers, it felt the same. Like fire. Even two years later, he drove you insane, and all you wanted, and frequently achieved, was to drive him insane as well. In the best way possible. Mat broke apart from your lips momentarily to slip the hoodie over your head, revealing his gift. “Fuck…”

Right there, in front of his eyes, your breasts were covered only by a lacy crimson fabric, held together behind a pretty red bow. With each heavy breath of anticipation, your chest was heaving softly before his eyes, and he found himself hypnotized by the gentle rise and fall. 

“You like it?"

“Holy shit, you’re hot.” 

“So are you.” 

His eyes were wide, warm, and gentle, looking over you. He dragged his gaze away from your chest even though you could tell how hard it was, and shook his head. “Not as much as you.”

"Mmm", you took the liberty of taking his hands from where they had frozen beside you and placing them, big and warm, over your chest. "Go ahead, baby." 

"No, no, I wanna savor this first."

His mouth dipped down, soft hair tickling your neck as he nibbled at your chest, laying little love bites and kisses along the tender skin. He cupped your boobs and squeezed them around his face, humming in content. You couldn’t help but laugh as he buried his face against you, and you could feel his grin break out against your skin. “Having fun, baby?”

“Oh my god, yes. You’re gorgeous. So soft.” 

“Mmhm.” You sighed into his touch as he kissed his way back up your chest.

“Baby.” He spoke softly to get your attention, and your eyes opened lazily to see him, biting his lip and holding the delicate ribbon between two fingers. “Can I?”

“Please.” He gave a gentle tug, and with one last heave of your chest, the lacy bralette fell open, revealing one of Mat’s favorite parts of your body. 

“Fucking Christ.” 

“Bub, you can’t be swearing like that so close to Christmas.” 

“How do you expect me not to when you’re…. God, just so perfect…” You saw the way his eyes glazed over mid-sentence in the colorful lights of the tree, the way his jaw went slack as you arched your chest up towards him. He reached out, slowly, as if worried you were going to disappear if he moved too quickly, and when the large, rough hands curled around the side of your waist and slid up and down, you felt goosebumps pop up along your skin. 

“Your fingers are cold.”  

“But you love it.” He ran the pad of his thumb over your nipples, watching as they pebbled under his touch in the cold air. “So do I.” 

“Warm me up?”

“Always.”

He dipped his head down, his mouth hot and wet along the peaks and valleys of your chest, down your stomach.

His fingers traveled over the familiar layout of your body, colored in soft golden and red and green in the dancing Christmas lights, tracing each recognizable landmark with specific care- every memorized freckle and birthmark he had kissed since your first night together and every dimple in your skin that he cherished, every spot that had his fingerprints imprinted onto like memory foam after so many nights spent holding you tight with everything in him, as if you'd slip away. As if you'd want to. With each inch his hands followed, he found more, there was always more territory to be marked down, jotted down in his brain for future reference. He was always finding something new. Something more to use against you, to use against you in the best way possible, to push you further and further to that blissful end goal.

He made his way down, down, down, until his breath was hot over your lace-covered core, his hand gripping your hips tightly. Mat smiled as your hands found his hair, curling your fingers through a fistful of the dark locks before releasing and smoothing it back into place again. Mat's favorite thing about going down on you, besides the way it pleasured you, was the way your hands felt on his head, massaging and grabbing and twisting and pulling. It was heaven to him, letting you guide him around like that. 

“Can I take them off?” 

“Hmm.” As much as you wanted him to ravage you right there, with those soft, sultry eyes he was giving you, he was wearing far too many clothes. “You first.” 

Mat didn't say anything else before stripping out of his dark crew neck sweater and jumping up off the couch to kick his gray sweats down. His smile was contagious as your gaze dropped from his face, down his bare chest and the little chain you’d gotten him for your anniversary, down towards the tent in his boxers with a silly, excited grin. He laughed. "Not tired of seeing me yet?" 

"Never."

"You sure you’re not getting bored of my dick yet?"

"No, baby. Definitely not.” You grinned, the thought of spending the rest of your life with him bouncing around your mind. “Why? Are you getting bored of me?"

"No way." Mat leaned down to lace your fingers together and lock lips. "How could I?"

"How could I get tired of you, Maty?"

Mat hummed. He loved this little play, the little banter, the back and forth. He'd loved it since you first started dating, and he always would. He knew you loved him endlessly, but he played along. "I'm just a hockey player."

"No, you're my hockey player. My boyfriend. My pretty, pretty baby."

Mat settled back down between your legs with a warm smile. "Yeah, I am. So can I take these off now?" He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. "C'mon, I know how much you love my tongue."

Your thighs squeezed around him at the words. “Fuck, please.”

“Anything for my baby.” 

You lifted your hips for him as he tugged the lacy fabric down your thighs with nimble fingers, stopping momentarily after they were off to just look at you. He let out a sigh, his eyes finding yours again with a soft look as you squirmed a bit beneath him- not because you were shy, no, you were long past that point in your relationship, but because you just needed him to do anything to you. Mat had spent the past two years helping you love and appreciate your body, and this, right here in this moment, was the perfect showcase of how much he helped- as he was gazing down at your naked body and the only thing you felt was just the absolute need and desire for his body to move against yours and his warmth to cover you up. No nerves. Only love, and need. 

“Shit, you’re gorgeous.” 

“I know.” 

The lack of hesitation in your reply had Mat bending over you and laughing. “That’s your response?”

“Yeah! I mean, you let me know. You make me feel so confident.”

“Mmhm, good, babygirl.” He scooted back down to lay his head against the soft, naked inside of your thigh gazing up at you through his eyelashes. “I always wanna make you feel good. Physically and mentally.” He turned to lay open-mouthed kisses against your thighs, and any thought of response you may have had dissolved completely as you leaned back and waited for him to do his magic. His hand reached up to cup your heat, just feeling you against his palm for a moment before swiping a long finger through your fold, smiling and raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh? Already so wet for me?” 

“Always, baby. You should know this by now.”

“Yeah?” He dipped his fingers at your opening teasingly and his head dipped down to connect his lips with your clit, kissing it gently and watching you squirm. “Ugh, I could fuck you right now if I was in a rush. But you know the foreplay is my favorite part.”

“I know. And you’re so good.” 

“Good.” 

He went silent then, his tongue wide and wet, licking a long stripe along your slick and gathering the wetness at your clit, giving it soft, kitten licks and wet kisses. He listened intently for every soft sigh that left your lips- music to his ears- and felt every tug on his hair when he flicked his tongue in small circles around that spot like he knew you loved. And the best part was that he knew. You didn’t understand how couples could get tired of each other after years. You didn’t understand how the excitement could flicker away or how they could get tired of each other’s bodies or minds. Never in your relationship with Mat have you felt as excited as now, two years in. The thought that he knew your body inside and out, maybe even better than you did, was just so overwhelming in the best possible way, and the longer you lay there, with Mat’s mouth on you, you couldn’t stop thinking that this is your man.   

Mat was lying flat against the long couch, his face between your thighs and his hands holding your legs open for him. His dark hair was a wild mess, and you could see the gentle movements of his lower back and ass and the back of his thighs illuminated golden in the lights, rolling lazily against the couch cushion- covered by a blanket, of course- to provide any friction for his sadly untouched cock. 

You hadn’t even noticed the noises dripping from your lips until Mat pulled back, and the lack of feeling his mouth against your core had you whining for him.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over you.” 

“Mmmmat.” You hummed his name, dragging out the “M” in the way you knew he loved.  

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Please keep touching me.” 

He sat up, between your thighs, knees digging into the couch, and his bare thighs and torso on display for you. You loved him, all of him, and all of his body. His legs, his abdomen, his chest, his arms… all of it was amazing. Perfect to look at and perfect to touch, to grab, to dig your nails into as he railed you. To ground yourself with. “Baby, you know I love eating you out. But I just gotta see you right now. And talk to you.” His big hand slid up the inside of your thigh, and your breath caught in your throat when he started rubbing soft, small circles against your clit. “So this position will have to do, okay? I promise I’ll spend all day before our flight eating your pussy.”

“I’ll remember that.” 

“I hope so. God, this fucking thing. Could eat it for days.” He pushed a single finger inside you, slow and steady, but enough to make you clench around him. His fingers were so much better than yours, just a little longer and a little thicker in a way that had you squirming for more. “So fucking tight and wet. So hot. I’m so lucky to have you.” His free hand left your hip, leaving nothing but cold, empty fingerprints on your skin, and rubbed against the bulge in his dark boxers. You could see how much he was aching, and you were determined to make it better. 

“Mat, c’mere.” 

“I’m knuckles deep in your pussy, babe, how much closer do you want me?” You laughed at him, rolling your hip down against said finger. How he could be so funny and sexy at the same time was beyond you.

“Lie down with me. I wanna touch you.” You held your arms out for him and scooted to the side, and he obliged quickly, lying on his side between you and the back of the couch and hooking your left leg over his right thigh. His hand dipped back down between your thighs, pressing into you before you could even catch your breath, feeling exhilarated at the much more intimate position. “Oh, fuck, Mat.” You reached out to him, willing and eager to reciprocate the feeling. He drew in a sharp breath at the way your hand rubbed over the thick bulge in his boxers, pulling the waistband down just enough to release him from his cotton prison.  

His cock jumped up against his lower belly, stiff and pink and needy for you and only you. Your hand, your mouth, and you could tell by the way Mat’s fingers paused inside you that he was anticipating the moment your fingers wrapped around his length. “Oh, that feels so good. Always does, baby.” And then, as you worked your hand against him, he pumped his long fingers inside you, bringing his other thumb to rub mercilessly at your clit. But still, even with the way he was fucking you on his hand, the most intense part of this moment was the way he held your gaze; the lust, the need, the twinkle of amusement in his hazel eyes at the sheer amazement that he got to do this with you; and the love- the pure, unadulterated love that soaked from his skin to yours, in every touch, in ever moment spent together, every kiss, and every time you laid together, bare and vulnerable, in the heat of passion, under the twinkling lights or in the dark, safe haven of your home to show each other how much you loved each other. His warm eyes glittered in the light, reflecting the gold and green and red lights from the Christmas tree that illuminated the room, and the city lights outside the window of your apartment lit up his body and highlighted every muscle. Your apartment, the one you own together, and the one you knew you were going to make countless memories in. His eyes glittered with love, with the question of “can you believe we still make each other feel so good?” and with the statement “I want to kiss you so bad right now”. Your hand pumped his length, pulling a soft moan from his lips, one that you had used to have to work so hard to hear. “I want to hear you, baby” You had used to say, practically begging him to let himself go as he bit his lip to hold back the moans. It had taken a bit of encouragement, but now he never held back with the sounds that left his pretty mouth. You lay there, vulnerable and exposed to each other, staring into each other’s eyes as with hands between each other's thighs, cheeks pink and hearts full of love as you helped each other climb to that climax. 

You broke eye contact first, laughing breathlessly and feeling your cheeks go hot under his gaze. Despite the lack of shame you felt in front of him, he could still get you so flustered and giggly. 

“What’s so funny, beautiful?” He asked between shaky breaths. 

“You’re so beautiful, Mat. Those moans are so pretty. I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah?” He smiled with another laugh. “I can feel how wet you are. It’s crazy.” He slipped the tip of a third finger into you, your hole aching and pulsing around them already. “Oh, fuck, I love your moans too.” And you could tell he did, as his hips jerked helplessly up into your hand. “Faster, baby.” 

“Only if you kiss me.” 

Without hesitation, he leaned over and his lips locked onto yours, needy and begging but oh, so willing to go slow and passionate. The hand that had been teasing your clit came up to grab at you face, squeezing a tit on the way up, and you reached a free hand out to tangle in his dark hair as you leaned in and continued to jerk him in your hand- up and down, and up and down, twisting around the head just like he liked. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips, breaking apart for only a moment to look down at you one more time in awe. “I love you so fucking much.” 

“I love you, Mat.” 

“Fuck, I love you.” His lips crashed back against yours again, his fingers plunging deeper inside you as he kissed his promise into your lips, the promise that he was there and he’d always be there. He was yours. And you were his. Simply that. The heel of his palm rubbed against your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that wonderful spot and making fireworks twinkle behind your eyes. He groaned into your mouth as your hand curved over the head of his cock, palms getting slick with his pre-cum, and stroked back down to cup his balls gently. He let out a breathy laugh at the tender feeling. 

“Baby, look at me.” You cupped his cheeks between your hands and pulled him back when you began to feel your peak rising. He whined when your hand left his cock, aching and hard, and his fingers halted inside of you, cupping his palm against your heat.

“Oh, baby,” His eyes locked on you, making a show of how they were scanning up and down your body. “I’m looking.”

“I need you inside, right now.”

His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the words. Even after so long, he still couldn’t handle hearing those words. His eyes fluttered shut. “Fuck, say less.” He rolled over you to sit upright on the couch, finally pushing his boxers all the way down his thighs and onto the floor. He gripped his cock in his hands and slid between your thighs, bending down over you to kiss your lips. “How do you want it?”

“Just like this.” Your hands fell to his hips and pulled him close. 

“Yeah?”

“Wanna see your face. Maybe it’s basic, but I love this position.”

“Yeah. It’s simple, but so intimate. I like it too.” He paused and leaned back for a moment, looking down at his sweatpants on the floor for something. “Shit, ugh, I don’t have a condom here, hold on-” 

“No, no, no.” Before Mat could run off to the bedside drawer, you grabbed his hands in yours, pulling him back to you. His eyes went soft and cautious for a few moments. 

“No? Babe, shouldn’t we…” 

“We’ve had conversations about this, right? About doing it without?” Mat nodded, a little smile beginning to pull on his lips. “I’m still on the pill, and I know I remembered to take all of them recently, so we’re still pretty safe, if you want.” 

“Fuck, I want.” He settled back down between your knees. “Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent.” 

“Alright.” Mat chuckled in boyish excitement. He reached a hand down between your bodies to adjust himself, nudging the blunt head of his cock against your clit and rubbing his pre-cum along your slit, lining up with your tight entrance and sending sparks through your body. “God, my God, I can’t wait to come inside you. Feel you around me completely. See my cum on you.” One last time, he bent his body down over yours, his weight warm and heavy, the metal of his chain cool between your chests, and pressed his mouth to yours, breathing in your warmth. One of your hands curled around his waist, slid to the small of his back, just like he always did to you, and the other cupped the back of his neck, fingers curling into the hairs and playing with the chain around his neck and pulling him in closer to your face. He broke away slightly with a sigh against your lips, his forehead bumping against yours and his nose nudging yours in a familiar gesture. He didn’t need to say the words anymore, because his quiet affections were ones that you’ve known for a long time. 

His question was loud and clear, and your answer was just as obvious. 

Mat brought a forearm down next to your head to steady himself, stroking the pad of his thumb against your warm cheek as his hips finally pushed against yours. Hands tightened their grips on each other’s bodies, sliding across hot skin slicked with sweat, and a euphony of moans mingled together in the air at the initial feeling of finally being connected in such a primal way again. His hips were flush against your own, and the weight of his thick cock inside of you was heavy and intoxicating; you could feel his tight abdomen expanding and contracting with every heavy breath and shudder through his body. He let out a long string of moans, his head dipping down to nibble at your throat, and fuck, did you know what he meant. You were connected, everywhere- heart, skin, and mind. “Fuck, oh my God, baby, hot as ever.” 

“Oh, Maty…” 

“I’m gonna give you so much love, beautiful.”

“Please.” 

The first withdrawal of his hips from yours was painstakingly slow, and all you wanted was for him to plunge back in again and again and again. And he intended to do that, in time. Mat loved to take his time, but it didn’t take him long to fulfill his promise, sliding back against you, his cock hard and aching inside your wet cunt. He found a steady, easy pace rolling his hips into yours, each stroke like electricity through your body, long and languid, taking his time to draw your pleasure out, taking the time to feel your body around him. His knee dug into the couch hard, steadying himself and getting more traction so he could pull closer to your body, snapping his hips against yours with slaps that had you both gasping for air. 

“Oh fuck…” 

“Feels so good, Mat.”

“You’re fucking amazing.” He let out another high-pitched whine and arched your leg over his hip. “More?”

“More, faster, please baby.” 

His hips slapped against yours with a groan, his big hands holding behind your knees and opening you wide for him. He leaned back to take a good look at you, at the scene in front of him, trying to take in every image he possibly could. Because these were the best moments. Not only the sex- god, but the sex was good- but just being together, being close, being intimate and so so close, yet only craving to become closer and closer. “God, you’re so hot, babe. So tight, so wet, all for me, right?” When you couldn’t answer, too overwhelmed with the way he was pounding against you, he took it as a sign to keep running his mouth. God, you loved to listen to him talk. “So wet, all for me. Getting all turned on over this big cock inside you, yeah?” You nodded your head enthusiastically, pulling his body closer to yours. He followed without hesitation, down and down until your bodies were glued together and he was just pushing against you, his hips driving yours into the couch cushions. “All fucked up for my cock, are you? Fucking beautiful.” 

“It’s so good, Maty, baby, so big, fills me up so good.”

“I love you. I love you, (Y/N).”

“Oh my God, Maty, I love you.” 

His mouth locked onto yours, sealing your lips together and swallowing your moans down. Dark locks of his hair shielded your face and tickled your cheeks, and as soon as he inched away to take a deep, shaky breath, your eyes opened up. He steadied himself on strong arms, framing your face, his veins prominent, and you curled a small hand as far around his thick bicep as you could, watching in awe as his head jerked back, throwing his long hair off his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut as he concentrated on pounding against your dripping cunt. 

Slowly, his body peeled back off of yours, away, away, and he brought himself up to his knees in front of you. You let your eyes roll slip the long length of his torso, decorated with glittering reflections of gold and red and green, shining off the sheen of his sweat, and you looked from his thick neck, covered in your love-bites, down his chest, down the hard muscles of his abdomen and tummy, and down the V of his hips to the small patch of prickles that rubbed against your clit with every thrust. His thighs were spread open with your legs wrapped ever so gently around his hips, and his cock was stilled, aching inside of you. He shifted around on the couch momentarily, readjusting his knees on the cushions. “Ya know, we’d be a lot more comfortable in our bed than out here.” 

“But it’s so pretty out here. All the pretty twinkly lights on you…” 

“On me?” He laughed, “Look at yourself, babe. I’m fucking lucky.” 

His big hands traced down your cheeks, squeezed down your chest, curled down the curve of your waist and hips, before finally wrapping around the backs of your thighs and pulling you closer, hoisting your legs up, up, and over his shoulders and spreading you wide open in front of him. 

“Ooh, Mat…” You giggled a bit as he easily positioned you in the way he wanted, smirking down at you wickedly and rubbing his thumbs up and down the wet slick of your pussy. 

“Gonna make you fuckin’ come, babe, my god… you want that?”

“Yeah, yeah, please, Maty.” 

“Just a little bit longer, ‘kay?” He rolled his hips against yours again, starting up that steady pace again. His hands held your thighs open, lifting your legs up the length of his torso and locking them over his shoulders, and he never failed to make you seem tiny compared to him. You watched, mesmerized, as his abdomen tensed and hardened and spasmed as he tried to keep himself under control. 

“Please.”

“Little… longer.” 

With one more low moan, your boyfriend bent closer to you, his chain dangling in your face tauntingly as he got back to pounding away at you, heavy balls slapping against your ass with every erratic movement, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier and his breaths getting deeper. He was so goddamn close to that edge. He could tell you were getting there, too. You’d been on the edge ever since he started pounding you, but now, you were only a few feather light touches away from falling over that edge. And Mat was ready for it, he could barely hold his own seems together, he could barely think about anything except how rock hard he was and how your tits were bouncing so perfectly in rhythm with his hips, the way your eyes were rolling back and the way his cock felt inside you, fully covered in your slick, both your lower halves sticky messes. He was ready to fall apart completely, and ready to help you reach your own. “You look so fucking good taking my dick like this, babygirl. It’s so big, isn’t it? But you just take it so good, yeah? My good, good girl with her perfect fucking pussy, taking that cock so well.” He reached his fingers down to roll his thumb lazily against your clit, ever so gently, but enough to make you fall apart. Your eyes rolled back as you gasped out for him. 

“Please, M- Maaaat…” 

“Oh, you- you want it, don’t you?” Mat’s words were getting shaky, his sentences choppy. He was so close, so close his mind couldn’t comprehend anything beyond just fucking letting go. “Want your boyfriend’s hot cum filling you up, just flooding that- ugh, that tight little cunt, yeah? My balls emptied inside you? You want that nut so bad, you’re so desperate for it, huh? Tell me, baby. Tell me how you want the love of your life to just… fucking f- flood your pussy.”

“I want it, Mat, I want you to cum, baby.” 

His thrusts became erratic, his hand leaving bruises on your thigh and his thumb absolutely torturing your swollen, sensitive clit. He was getting desperate, too. “Where? Where do you want my big fucking load?”

“Cum inside, fuck, fuck, please, Maty-”

“Ohh, gonna fucking nut inside you, babygirl-”  

“I’m gonna cuuuum, Mat…” 

“Ohhhh, fuuuuuck, oh, oh (Y/N)...!” Mat let out a long, strangled moan, his voice shaking and whiny and breathless in exasperation. His hips stuttered and his thighs trembled beneath him as he nearly collapsed onto you, absolutely flooding your aching, spasming hole with his cum. Your mind went fuzzy and white when you finally felt his stitches come loose, and he finally emptied all of himself- all his hot, gooey warmth- inside of your throbbing cunt. And flood, he did. It felt like the thick ropes of cum were never ending, filling you to the brim, until finally, he was done, his eyes squeezed shut and hair falling into his eyes above you.

Forming sentences would be a miracle at this point, but you reached up to curl a finger around Mat’s chain and yank him down to your face, ushering him to collapse against your body. And he did, eyes glancing open for a moment and lips locking with yours, always thankful to be able to fall onto you after a hard day, after absolutely spending himself. He groaned against your lips and buried his face against your neck, panting against your skin and kissing your neck and breathing in your scent as your hand found it’s rightful place at the back of his neck.  After a few moments of stillness, he reached down lazily and let his cock slip out of you, both of you whining and the loss of contact, and you felt a familiar wetness on your tummy as his cum dribbled down the head of his spent cock to fall on your warm skin. 

You were silent, panting for a few minutes, just letting your heartbeats steady back to normal and your heads to recover from the dizzying orgasms. Then, a breathless chuckle vibrated through Mat’s chest and into you. “Merry fucking Christmas to us, right?” 

“I think that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done, Mat.” Mat hummed in agreement, squeezing you between his arms. “Now you see why we couldn’t do this at your parent’s place?”

“I mean… what’s stopping us?” 

“Mat, I know for a fact you can’t keep quiet enough to fuck in your parent’s house.”

“Says the one who was just screaming my name.”

“As if you weren’t moaning mine just as loud.”

“Hmm.” Mat laughed again at the banter, the playful back and forth, and rolled to the side, his back to the back of the couch, and pulled you against his side. “How do you feel, anyway? About… me coming inside? Still feel good about it? Wasn’t too much?”

“No way. I really… really enjoyed that. Everything about that. A lot.” 

“Mm, that’s good. So did I.” 

“But… I kiiiiiinda feel like we should clean up. It’s starting to feel… sticky, like, everywhere. And not a good sticky.” 

“Yeah, how about we take a bath together? A nice warm bath in the lights of the pretty Christmas lights you love so much? How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like heaven, Mat.”

So Mat scooped you up in his arms, his own legs weak and shaky after an unbelievable orgasm, and he pressed kisses against your cheeks as he carried you through your brand new home, lit in the pretty pinks and gold of the Christmas lights, stopping before the bathroom door only momentarily to ponder on the beginning of the rest of his forever with you. This truly might be the beginning of the best years of his life. The beginning of an even more serious relationship with you. He felt your fingers playing with the chain that still hung around his neck, the one the guys teased him about the charm on the end, but the one he always wore for you, and he glanced down, his eyes warm and contemplative as he searched yours. This. This was eternal love.

“I love you, babe. Always.” His heart felt dipped in syrup when you smiled up at him with that soul melting look. Yep. You’re it for me.

“I love you, bubs. Always.”

[no-brain-just-akutagawa]

hello! :D

apologies for how many days after your post this is lol, but a few days ago, i saw you make a post tagged ''one day i'll watch the yuumori anime,'' and i hemmed and hawed about bringing this up, but now i'm just Going To: might I recommend reading the manga before the anime, purely for the reason that it's a more complete story where the characters actually get fleshed out?

don't get me wrong! i actually really love the anime! (at least the first half of it.) but it just sort of,,,,,, idk, it falls short, and isn't exactly the fun kind of story to go feral over as the manga is? everything is somewhat watered down, and entire arcs and even *characters* are missing from the show, and like,,,,, i'm not trying to be a manga vs anime snob, so i'm just gonna say it's more fun of an experience...?

i hope this doesnt come across as pushy or pretentious or something lol i just saw your tags and wanted to put my two cents in so you weren't disappointed by a half-baked show when you could get the full story.

(p.s. i love your blog a lot and every time i see the url show up on my dash i laugh; it's such a mood XD)

Hii! No need to be sorry, really, I appreciate it when people share their reccomendations especially when talking about things I was thinking about getting into myself (even if I don’t necessarily listen cue my own bizzare jjba adventures haha). But also just for a future reference: if I for example reblog a painting and say that it’s really pretty, you’re all more than welcome to share your knowledge about it. I won’t be mad, on the contrary, I’ll be thankful for new trivia!!

So yeah, I’m glad that you pointed this out and beginning the journey with the manga does sound more reasonable taking everything into account, so that’s what I’m gonna do… one day ksjshchsjs Funnily enough I wanted to watch ynm back in 2020, but it wasn’t available yet and then I completely forgot about it. Also being the genius I am, for the longest time I thought moriarty the patriot, yuumori and ynm were 3 different things… not my brightest moment haha

Also thank you so much!! I’m so lucky this url wasn’t taken because it’s perfect for me ksjdkshdhdj

[rimouskis]

Hi!! Just wondering about your Rimouski jersey? I’ve been searching online for one and was wondering if yours is brand new or previously worn? And what size is it? I’m very confused over prices and descriptions. I would like an authentic one but not for a high price. I also don’t want one that will be Huge on me either so I’m very intimidated right now haha. It seems only men’s L and XL are available. Anyway, thanks in advance.

! I'd be happy to talk details about my rimouski jersey, for sure!

so here's the thing about getting a sid-accurate rimouski jersey: you can't get a new one, regrettably. they don't make that style anymore. the nics have altered their jersey design a ton over the last decade or so.

hell, it even changed during the two seasons Sid played for them (they swapped from CCM to Reebok)

so, that being said, even if you wrangled a custom "CROSBY 87" jersey from la boutique de l'océanic, it'd look like the modern design (which I also personally like less than the '05 or the '11 jerseys, but alas).

so you've gotta thrift one. you won't find any authentic(-looking) rimouski oceanic crosby jerseys that are new. everything will be previously owned, and your best bet is going to be eBay.

I spent, like, a solid year or two casually checking eBay to see if I found a listing I liked. you're going to have to compromise; one rarely finds anything smaller than a unisex L or XL jersey on there. mine is an XL and being that I am short, it does look a little silly on me, but you've gotta roll with it. I tend to wear mine over a hoodie, and I sort of tuck the hem of the jersey up into the bottom of the hoodie so I can sit down. We Do What We Must, haha.

the downside to eBay/secondhand sellers is the knockoffs. which... that may not be important to some people! that is a-okay. like, I know for some people, they refuse to buy women's jerseys because they're lower-quality than the men's jerseys (which is so frustrating), but I buy those because of my size, since I have difficulty using my arms with men's jerseys dimensions. so choosing what kind of jersey you want (authentic, replica, knockoff) is a personal choice.

that being said, because the sid rimouski jerseys are no longer in production, people do list fakes on eBay. I just went to look and found two. below I've pointed out how I can tell they're probably not actually thrifted pieces, or if they are, they were knockoffs to begin with:

so, depending on what these sellers are asking, they might be overcharging for a fake made on dhgate or something. that's up to personal choice if you don't care to try and suss out a more "authentic" looking one or not. if you're happy with a jersey you find and its price, you should get it.

so that being said, it was really important to me to get an "authentic" one, just because my attachment to rimouski era sid is based a lot in caring about his personal history, yadda yadda. so I bid my time [for about a year, ngl] until a listing popped up that I looked at and went, "yeah that looks pretty darn close/good/in good condition." that listing was the one I bought:

and I got it for a steal, haha. $150, and the seller refunded me $20 (which covered shipping) due to a small stain on the logo (...which I was able to remove with oxiclean once I received the jersey 😁).

the jersey was a little gross when I received it [if you want to relive the cleaning process, that is in my #jersey-talk tag], but after a good soak it was good as new, imo. I also bought a 2005 Memorial Cup patch off of eBay ($13), and then sunk an additional few bucks into the jersey to get the patch affixed ($8) and to get a custom replica twill A made and affixed ($35) by Pro Knitwear, the full-service apparel company the Penguins use to do all their jersey customization pieces. [Pro Knitwear was awesome to work with and I'd recommend them for sure for any customization work. 10/10.]

I'm really happy with my jersey. it's genuinely one of my most prized possessions and I'm really proud of it. but... it took some luck and elbow grease and compromise to make it work. I'm afraid you probably won't find anything smaller than a men's L or XL, and you might have to poke around the internet or be patient for a listing you're satisfied with to get posted. there are a handful of jersey customization companies to help get any details corrected, but finding that base jersey can be a waiting game.

so, tl;dr if you want an authentic/authentic-looking jersey, it will probably be very large and you might have to be patient. set up an alert on eBay and monitor it to see any new listings! and if you ever want to talk more about it, my ask and DMs are open :) the more rimouski-era sid fans, the better 😈

[underfell-crystal]

HAHA TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY. I'll most likely write a third one today. Make sure to check out the art I've done for this series with the hashtag #StoryGlitch: UnderFell or #SG: UF !

I do not own any of the characters other than Crys, the girl with the white hair.

~~~Chapter Two: Meeting the Boss~~~

When Crys awoke, she was immediately assaulted by the smell of mustard. She blinked blearily at her surroundings, and heard a VERY loud snore from right next to her. She jumped, then looked to the side. She was greeted with Sans' sleeping face. Or, rather, she assumed he was sleeping. He still had a grin on his face, but his eyesockets were somehow closed. Fascinated, Crys squirmed into an upright position in his arms and pressed a small hand to his cheekbone. The bone was surprisingly warm, and tingled lightly under her touch. Sans grunted and snorted again, shifting at her touch. Crys touched the bone covering his eyesockets, and one opened, revealing a red light inside it.

Sans blinked at the small human child that was inches away from his face. "Uh.... kiddo? Whatcha doing?"

Crys tapped the bone above his eyesockets.  "How?"

"Huh?"

"How do your eyes close? You're just bone."

Sans chuckled, the rumble shaking Crys' entire body. "Well, babybones, I'll tell ya a secret."

Crys looked at him with large, curious eyes. Sans continued as she hung on his every word. "Now, ya can't tell anyone about this, okay? The secret is..... It's.... magic."

He winked conspirationally, grinning as Crys frowned, disappointed with his lack of explanation.

"That's not a real answer!"

"'Course it is, babybones, ya just don't like it."

Sans stretched and yawned. Immediately, Crys reached out her tiny hands and touched the edge of one of his sharp teeth.

"Ah... kid?? Wha ar ya 'oin?"

Crys was too busy poking his shark teeth to answer. His large hands carefully took hold of her wrists and pulled her hands away from his mouth. Crys huffed, and Sans chuckled nervously.

"Uh... don't go around pokin' into people's mouths, okay kiddo?"

Crys nodded and sat back on Sans' 'stomach'. Sans grinned at her.

"Want some food now?"

Crys nodded eagerly, and Sans picked her up again and shuffled into the kitchen, reheating a plate with two hot dogs on it. After they were done, Sans set her on the couch and gave her the plate. Upon further inspection, Crys noted that the hot dogs had tiny cat ears and a feline face carved into it, and solemnly ate the cute little thing. She was almost done with her first hot cat when a faint shout broke the silence. Sans jumped, then swore.

"Shit! I forgot Boss' shift is over!"

Sans scooped her up, looking down at her apologetically. "Sorry kid.. I'm gonna keep ya hidden, okay? Jus' don't move around too much."

Before she could protest or question him, Sans lifted up his red sweater and dispensed Crys into the cavity beneath his ribcage and above his pelvis. A moment later, his sweater went down, leaving Crys with very little light. The shouting was quite close now, and she heard the sound of a door being slammed open, a sharp, grating voice ringing through her ears.

"Sans! Why the fuck weren't you at your post earlier?!"

Sans coughed. "Well, Boss..... I uh.... jus' overslept is all."

The grating voice got shriller, and Crys winced, covering her ears. "Sans, you lazy ass, what if a human came through?! We must be on guard at all times! Do not let me catch you slacking off again, or I'll dust you!"

Loud, stomping footsteps made the stairs groan, and a door slammed somewhere. Sans let out a breath, his shoulders sagging. He lifted up his sweater and removed Crys from his ribcage.

"Sorry, kiddo... that was m' bro."

Crys blinked owlishly at him. "He didn't seem very nice."

Sans chuckled, though it seemed empty. "Yeah.... but he's a real softie."

Sans ascended the stairs, human child secure in his arms. He shuffled past the first door, entering the door with odd colorful flames coming out from under it. He closed the door and set Crys on the mattress on the floor. He sat down in front of her.

"Okay, babybones... we need to get ya a disguise."

Crys tilted her head. "What for?"

Sans looked nervous. He rubbed the back of his 'neck', looking away. "Listen, babybones, people.... aren't very nice down here."

"But you're nice," Crys pointed out. Sans let out an amused huff.

"Yeah, well.... everyone else isn't. And they'll likely want ta hurt ya and take yer Soul."

"My Soul?"

Sans gave her an odd look, before a look of understanding crossed his face. "Okay, babybones, don't panic, okay? I'm gonna show you yer Soul."

Crys nodded slowly, still confused. Sans leaned forward and pressed a large hand against the front of the red sweater, and when he drew it back, he was holding a blue heart. Sans sucked in a sharp breath, and Crys looked up at him. His gaze was locked on the heart in front of her. "Babybones.... what happened to yer Soul? Who hurt ya?"

His tone was low, almost a growl. Crys looked back at the blue heart and saw that it was cracked- a single white crack down to the center of the heart. Crys couldn't find it in herself to answer him. Sans cupped his hands around the blue heart gently, like he was holding a baby bird. Finally, his gaze lifted and met hers. "Babybones.... yer Soul is damaged... 's halfway through shatterin'... what happened to ya?"

Crys' throat was dry. She licked her lips and looked down, fidgeting with the hem of the sweater. She saw a couple white particles floating around her legs. "I.... I dunno... there was a man with blue strings... I kept going back, until I found a way to.... to escape... it hurt so much... I..... my momma..... I couldn't- I couldn't..."

Sans flinched as her eyes welled up with tears, his gaze darting down to the small blue Soul in his hands. He carefully moved closer and let the heart go back into Crys' chest. He picked her up and sat down on the bed, stroking her hair as she started to cry into his sweater, murmuring soothingly to her. More white particles appeared as she cried, the memories of the pain and the screaming resurfacing and hitting her like a tsunami. Finally, when she was all cried out, the particles slowly disappated. Sans rested his skull on top of her head, still running his bone-fingers through her hair. "Shh, babybones.... 's okay.... yer okay..."

Crys gulped and took a shaky breath, tilting her head back to look at him. "I-Is that why m-my.... Soul is broken...? 'Cuz of the man with the strings?"

Sans looked regretful as he nodded. "'Fraid so, babybones... and I dunno if ya can be healed... never seen a Soul halfway through shatterin'."

Crys sniffled, a couple white particles appearing around her arms. "So I'm gonna be broken forever?"

Sans shook his head, sensing her growing distress. "Yer not broken, babybones... yer strong. Ya lived through a huge amount of trauma. That's crazy!"

Crys looked up at him, tears slowing their waterfall down her face. Sans grinned at her. "Yer the strongest li'l human I know, babybones."

Crys smiled shakily at him, wiping away her tears. Sans nuzzled the top of her head, still cradling her protectively in his arms. "Let's get ya somethin' new to wear, yeah?"

Crys nodded, and he stood up, walking over to a messy closet. He began sorting through the clothes with one hand, holding her with his other arm. He grunted, pulling out a few articles of clothing and a pair of shoes that were far too large for her. He shuffled back to the bed and laid out his findings on the bed. There was another sweater- a black one-, a red hoodie that looked it could drown her in the amount of fabric, a pair of thick yellow socks, and a pair of black trousers. Sans turned away as she pulled off the tear-stained sweater and dressed in her new garments. She struggled to tie the shoes with the long sleeves covering her hands, but Sans came to her rescue, lacing them up tight enough so she wouldn't trip over her feet every time she took a step. He chuckled.

"Yer tiny, babybones... ya need some actual kid-sized clothes."

Crys nodded. She knew she looked ridiculous, with the huge shoes on her feet and the hoodie that was obviously meant for a person much bigger than her. Sans shuffled over to the closet again and came back with a white cloth mask with a cartoon smile printed onto it. Crys stared at it, then at Sans. "What's that for?"

Sans let out his rumbly laugh. "So ya won't be immediately recognized as a human, babybones."

He tied the mask around her nose and mouth. Some of her skin was still showing, and Sans moved her hair so most of her forehead was covered. He surveyed her with a 'this is good enough' look on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but an angry shout interrupted whatever he was going to say.

"SANS!! Get your lazy cocyx down here before I drag you out myself!!"

Sans turned towards the door, grumbling. "I'm comin', I'm comin'!"

Apparently he wasn't going fast enough, because as he was reaching for the door, it was slammed open, a very, VERY tall figure looming in the doorway. A pair of cold red lights locked onto Crys before turning to Sans.

"Sans..... what the fuck is that?"

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[aliceyabusamesoneball]

je suis cinq pied quelque chose et je suis royalty! petit king maman ay

We packin' diamond pistols

Uh, baby get low 'cause I already am Starin' through a skirt like I'm Superman My hair at an inch, your boy Dapper Dan I always look fit, I ain't got a cramp

Cut shorty off 'cause I'm short term Controlling my joystick, now it's your turn I don't listen to a chirp, bro that's your bird Dude's bent out of shape 'cause they got curved

I could suck a titty while I'm standing up Don't ever fucking tell me I ain't man enough (Bitch) Standing 5'8", voice 6'5" Your whole whip crackin' 'cause we're short guys (Ayy, ayy)

I'm five foot something but my bills all paid On my tippy-toes from L.A. to the Bay Going off the deep end, chill in the shallow You don't need your heels, girl, just bring a towel

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty Short king, mama, ayy I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty Short king, mama, ayy

And I must be this tall to ride I'm a fun-sized, super nice guy I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty Short king, mama ayy, shorty

All my shirt tags say XM Got girls sayin' I'm they best friend Pants not cuffed, they just hemmed She all in my hotspot 'cause she tetherin'

Still stand tall I don't need height Using all my words I ain't gotta fight The glove only comes off at night Give my shirt to her, bet it fit right

Stuntin' in my platform shoes I serenade, you just built like a flute In the airport lounge, sippin' free booze In economy, still got leg room (Ayy, ayy)

I'm five foot something but my bills all paid On my tippy-toes from L.A. to the Bay Going off the deep end, chill in the shallow You don't need your heels girl, just bring a towel

I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty Short king, mama, ayy I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty Short king, mama, ayy

And I must be this tall to ride I'm a fun-sized, super nice guy I'm five foot something, and I'm royalty Short king, mama ayy, shorty

Welcome back to Short Kings Radio Now we're gonna hear from one of our listeners Caller Number Five, you are on the air

Yo, I just wanna give a big shout out to TMG Uh, that new shit, uh (Mhm), that shit got me laid I'm 5"2' and like I've never had a song Empower me as a Short King (Haha, okay)

So I just wanna say, thank you TMG Thank you blackbear for getting me uh, fucking laid dude Uh, it was sick, dude, thank you Thank you so much Haha, well that's great to hear caller, glad you got your dick wet Next up, Halsey

[roku-mtg]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Believe me I did not use the concept I did for 2018 because I didn't have any idea.

A-hem! 2018 wasn't a good one, wasn't a bad ome. I lost a phone, but I have a new one recently! I improved! That's important! We hit 1000 followers this year, I'm really happy because I wasn't updating as many as I did for 2017 and early 2018, those time people knowing me went fast! Haha! I love you

Well, I can't find my arts in each months of 2018 so... Yeh ehehe..

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This picture was rushed trush meeeee the lineart was so crappy—. I didn't have a chance to save the record because accidents—. Oh well! This art was made by me last year, and finished by me this year!

Thank you, for all the support and caring, I read every single things of your tags left under reblog. I know every people who likes my posts no matter how dumb and stupid is it.

Thank you, for everything. So I wouldn't scare meeting 2019 and not hard to say good bye to 2018.

2018, chẳng còn gì để hối tiếc.