#ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PROPOSING RN

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AAAAAAAAAA

[skrunksthatwunk]

gritting my teeth so hard sparks fly out why is it so hard to ask people to sit down and watch something you like with you

[enwoso]

Possibly leah can propose to alessia, and get lovie involved or leah moves in permanently and lovie only wants to sleep with them. Hope the writers block goes away

SLEEP SCARES — alessia russo x leah williamson x child!reader

i’m back! well sort of-

just a quick lil something as i feel as though i’ve lowkey forgotten about yall. but i promise it’s with good reason, life’s been busy and i’m on holiday rn but im hoping when i get home i can get back to normal and start to get some more fic/blurbs out for you all🙃

grumpy masterlist

as a baby and as you grew that little bit older, alessia could generally say she had been quite lucky with how easy it was for you to get to sleep.

she had never really had any issues with you waking up during the night — of course there had been the odd occasion when you’d been poorly but other than that, you liked sleeping in your own bed.

however, ever since your little mind had discovered the secret of your mummy and leah and the fact they were more than friends. your bed and room wasn’t as comfy and cool anymore. you instead now wanted to be in your mummy’s bed watching whatever silly adult show was showing on the tv sneaking a few sweets which you really shouldn’t be having after brushing your teeth.

this cycle had occurred more often when leah was staying the night, “how long do you think it’ll be until lovie’s wondering through the door?” alessia whispered as the two were lying tangled together in bed, the only light coming from the tv which was on a low hum.

“hm i’d give it at least thirty minutes” leah rasped out as she ran a hand through alessia’s hair, alessia humming in response, sinking deeper into leah’s arms.

the two knew that there time together wouldn’t last long until you were tip toeing sleepily into the room with your elephant under your arm as your eyes were filled with sleep.

alessia and leah had dosed off, the tv playing adverts as the door creeped open. you tip toeing so lightly, as you climbed into the bed from the bottom. sinking yourself inbetween the two.

alessia feeling the movement, as her eyes opened slightly. “lovie? what you doing?” your mummy questioned as she sleepily yawned, moving a little from leah’s warmth. you sat in the middle of the bed on your knees, a sleepy look on your face.

“can’t sleep, there noises in my room” you pouted as your shoulders sunk down. a flash of worry came across alessia’s face as her brow furrowed downwards slightly.

“what do you mean noises?” alessia asked as she sat up, her back resting against the headboard of her bed reaching over to turn on the side lamp. moving with much caution hoping not to wake the sleeping blonde beside her. knowing the grumpy mood she would wake in if she was woken up from her slumber.

are you sure it’s not just the wind?” alessia pushed more knowing sometimes the sound of the wind can sometimes make some scary noises.

you shrugged, a small yawn falling from your lips. “i sleep in here” you cutely asked, your eyes forming a pleading look as a small sigh came from your mummy’s lips.

“do you not want mummy to come and lie in your bed with you?” she asked, hopeful that would be the best solution. but you shook your head, the bed slightly shaking as you did so.

alessia surrendering as she whispered out a yes, not wanting the hassle of trying to coax you back into your own bed as admittedly she just wanted to get back to sleep herself.

your mummy moving slightly to make a small gap in the bed for you to lie in as a small smug smile of victory flashed across your lips as you flopped into bed. your mummy placing a kiss to your cheek as she whispered good night in your ear, circling small shapes on your back.

it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep as your chest started to rise slower indicating you had fell asleep, alessia still tracing shapes on your back as she noticed leah starting to move around.

leah’s eyes opening for a split second before they closed but even through the darkness alessia never missed the small smile which was on her lips.

“at least it was longer than the thirty minutes we thought” leah whispered out as a quiet chuckle left alessia’s lips.

[inuyashaluver]

Could you please write something about patri Guijarro mabye she proposed because all these woso proposals are making me want to get married.

proposal - patri guijjaro

patri guijjaro x reader

description: in which your girlfriend invites you out on a date and you both end up in tears

warnings: nothing but fluff!! spanish in bold italics, not proofread

a/n: hiya, ITS PATRI TIME!! you and me both lmao!! all the woso relationships rn are melting my heart, hope you enjoy!! ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, patri, had a very special relationship. the bond between the two of you igniting from the time you were both merely 16, just teammates back then, and extremely shy.

patri was probably the most shy person you knew, well, around you at least. to everyone else, she was loud and excited, always loving to mess around and prank people with her friends when she had the chance.

the girl was in love, it was so completely obvious, and the fact you hadn’t caught on not only baffled her, but everyone else around you. she never pranked you, she never did anything more than tease you, she made you laugh, she made you smile and it was one of her proudest moments.

patri swears your smile is the only thing that brings her joy, it always has, and so, through a heartfelt, though aggression confession, you and patri began to date when you were both 20. and of course, she had to be injured for it to come out. 

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you were the first one to her when she went down on the pitch, wide eyed and concerned written all over your face. “patri” you breathe out, cradling her face to make her look at you through her pained expression. though, when she saw your face, all the pain washed away.

“amor (love), it's okay” she frowns, holding onto the wrist closest to her face, it’s her least favourite moment, seeing you upset, especially over her. she couldn’t stand the thought.

you begin to bombard her with questions as the physios access her, helping her to stand when she asks you to. she rolls her eyes so fondly as you clutch to her waist as you helped her walk, both of you getting subbed off because you clearly were not leaving this girl’s side.

“you are so careless, patri!” you cry, refusing to look her in the eye once you see her now bandaged and iced knee, thankfully nothing too serious.

“aw, am i?” she teases, giving you a mocking pout even when you don’t see it. “yes, you are!” you snide, mindlessly ushering around her to grab water, a stray protein bar, anything to help her feel better.

“will you stop moving, pollito? (little chicken)” she chuckles, stars present in her eyes. she felt her stomach do a flip, you always cared for her, but to this extent? it made her feel special.

“no, i need to go get you a pillow-” you mutter, looking around for your target, “no, you don’t” she says somewhat sternly, dipping her eyes from the physio bed she was sitting on to make eye contact with you. and once she saw your pretty eyes finally meeting hers, her heart swelled with affection.

“amor (love), you need to calm down” she says softly, her words sitting so elegantly in the air before you disrupted it. “i can’t calm down!” you shout, “why not?” she yells back.

“because i love you!” you exclaim, eyes wide with realisation once the words came out. her mouth opens slightly, this is her dream come true.

“i love you too” she lowers the volume, staring at you in astonishment. and you don’t know how, but you lurched forward, pulling her into a kiss. 

she hums against you, her hands immediately finding your waist as she pulled you to stand in between her spread legs, pushing your torsos together with a warm embrace.

you kiss her shyly at first, arms around her neck as she pulled you closer, but once patri kept kissing you and uttering ‘i love you’ against your lips, that all went out the window.

when she pulled away, she didn’t waste any time, “be my girlfriend?” she breathes out, you nod eagerly, “yes please” you smile, pulling her into another kiss and the rest is history. you have now been dating for over 6 years, and patri knew it was time to take it to the next level.

you were already living together, even had a little puppy together. you both knew you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together, it wasn't even a question. you just both weren’t in a rush.

well, patri was in a rush but she never told you, secretly planning your perfect proposal for years.

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you were on camp for the spanish national team with patri, both of you on a rare occasion being separated. she was currently sipping on some water during a break in training, you walk up next to her and purposely bump her shoulder. she was about to start an argument until she saw your cute, cheeky face looking at her.

“amorcito (little love)” she cheeses out, pulling you into a tight hug. she smushed her face in your neck, breathing in your scent as she nuzzled into you.

“hi, bebé (baby)” you giggle, rubbing your hands up and down her back comfortingly. “don’t, i’ll fall asleep” she mumbles, lip brushing your neck in a ticklish sensation.

“ugh, can we?” you sigh, holding onto her tightly, leaning back to kiss her cheek affectionately a couple times before getting teased.

“you two used to be so shy” leila grins, making you and patri pull apart slightly. patri smiles, knowing it was true, her arm wrapping around your back and resting on your hip, her thumb brushing over the spot gingerly.

“cause she loves me” patri teases, kissing your cheek tenderly, making you giggle and lean into her, even when the rest of the team began to tease you both for being so incredibly smitten ever since you were kids.

you get called over by alexia, well scolded for not working on your shooting practice with her so you give your girlfriend a parting kiss, well, tried. “bebé (baby), ale will kill me” you mumble against her lips, desperately trying to separate from your extremely touchy girlfriend.

“ale can wait” she huffs, lightly slapping your behind, “kiss me properly” shutting off your response when her lips meld with yours. clearly, you get lost in it, patri is patri, and alexia has had enough.

“you can have her back at the end of the day” alexia frowns, flicking patri’s forehead, you pout as you look at her, “i’ll never forget about you!” patri jokes, blowing you an exaggerated kiss to make you giggle and working absolute wonders.

“you need to get her a ring, now” claudia speaks up from next to her, startling your girlfriend who was distracted watched you get corrected by alexia as you did your shooting practice.

“i’ve had one for years, just waiting for the perfect time” she grins, regretting the words because her best friend was absolutely relentless with teasing. unaware, alexia was telling you the exact same thing as claudia.

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what you didn’t know, patri has been trying to propose at every chance she got, but it never felt right. she couldn’t explain it, it just didn’t have the right vibe, and you only deserve the best. what she didn’t know, is that you were doing the exact same thing as her.

she kept the ring close to her at all times, deathly afraid of you finding it. not knowing you were doing the same thing.

though, the day finally felt right in barcelona. the sun was warm, but not too hot, the sky was a beautiful blue and for some reason when she woke up this morning and saw you sleeping soundly next to her. it was the right time.

she woke you up, peppering the skin of your back with loving kisses, making you stir awake and lean into her touch, something she loved about you dearly, the fact you could always recognise her touch, even in a sleepy state.

“mi amor (my love), let’s go out today” she whispers, you smile, flipping around to pull patri down into a hug. and funnily enough, the moment you saw the conditions of the day, you knew it was the right time.

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you both got ready in separate rooms, wanting an element of surprise for the date. it also gave you both time to have a little internal panic about the proposal. you both hide the rings on you respectfully, gaining all the courage you could to meet in the living room.

“you’re so gorgeous” patri breathes out, affection bubbling in the air, you smile shyly, “you look so beautiful” you grin, walking towards her to pull her into a loving, slow kiss.

“let’s go before it gets too late!” patri rushes out, grabbing your hand tightly and excitedly, leading you both out of the house.

you both chatter excitedly and affectionately through a small local market, giggling as you tried the different foods, smelt the homemade candles and fangirled over the small crafts in different stalls.

the love was so incredibly obvious in sweet, it brought big smiles to people’s faces when they saw you both so loved up.

you both end the walk at a small flower picking patch, colourful flowers spread throughout the large field, and surprisingly, it was empty.

“can you close your eyes for two seconds?” patri grins, rubbing her thumb over your cheek quickly, you laugh, nodding and closing your eyes. she kisses your lips gently before getting down on her knee, pulling out the ring and holding it out to you.

“open” she says nervously, you cautiously open your eyes, and gasp without a second thought, the tears start rolling down your faces quickly.

“mi amor (my love), you have been my best friend, my person for years, and i couldn’t have asked for a more special person to be in my life." she takes a deep breath, smiling at you.

"you make me smile, you make me happy and i’ve never been so in love with someone as special as you” she chokes out, only tearing up more with how hard you’re crying.

“i want to spend forever with you, i love you so much, will you marry me?” she cries, letting out a wet laugh when you clutch at your heart.

“bebé, you kinda have to answer” she teases, though smile drops when you go down to her level, pulling out the ring you had for her. she gasps now, crying even harder than she was before.

“perfect date, right?” you laugh, moving closer to her, she laughs, “perfect day” she pulls you in for a loving kiss, knocking all the air out of your lungs.

you were so in love, the girl of your dreams is equally in love. it couldn’t get much more perfect than this.

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you know the drill - just pretend it’s you, ily pinaaa xx

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patri8guijarro: do you think she caught my hint?

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yourname: yes, i got the hint

↳ patri8guijjarro: can we get one?

↳ yourname: you don't get one, bebé (baby), we HAVE one

↳ patri8guijjarro: PLEASE??????

↳ yourname: we'll see how nice you are

↳ claudiaapina: DON'T DO IT (Y/N)!!

↳ patri8guijjarro: NO ONE ASKED YOU

[isadollie]

lollipop • toji fushiguro

★ fem! reader, fluff as always!, toji and reader live together, toji is broke ofc (like me) not proofread obviously

★ got this silly little idea like two days ago and today finally decided to write it. it was kind of my way to overcome a little writing block.

★ i am also very in need of jjk mooties, i'm reading the manga rn and i'll definitely write more for jjk :3

you hummed a soft tune as you stood in front of the stove preparing dinner. a small smile appeared on your face when you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist from behind.

"why didn't you tell me you got home? want to give me a heart attack or something?" you mumbled with faux annoyance, even though it was obvious you weren't mad at all.

toji spun you around, making you face him, his arms still wrapped securely around you. he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent with a small sigh. "it's been such a long day."

you started to gently stroke his black hair, knowing it always calms him down. the dinner was long forgotten, you'll remember about it as soon as you'll smell it burning later. for now the only thing that mattered was comforting this big guy, after another job that you didn't want to know a lot about anyway.

"i don't say it a lot..." he started, his voice quiet against your skin. "but i'm glad you're here."

you smiled sweetly, cause you knew those words from him meant a lot, especially since he's not really the most vocal about his feelings. before you got the chance to answer, toji pulled away from you, frantically searching for something in his pocket.

you tried to bite back a laugh when he pulled out the cheapest possible, lollipop ring you could get in a convenience store. 'how kind of you to bring me a little treat' you wanted to say, but you were quickly silenced, seeing him drop down to one knee.

despite your slight concern, you let out a little chuckle. "what are you doing?"

"i can't afford a proper one." he mumbled with a bit of shame, and that's when it hit you. he was proposing. with a little lollipop ring, shaped to resemble a colorful diamond. "...for now, at least." he added, sounding like he wanted to convince you.

as if you needed any convincing.

you bent down to hug him tightly, which he understood as a 'yes'. toji leaned his forehead onto your shoulder, smiling like an idiot but making sure you can't see it and tease him about it.

a small tear escaped your eyes, quickly replaced by a gentle laugh when you felt him slipping the ring on your finger. you hugged him even tighter, and toji took your hand in his, placing soft kisses along your palm.

he let out a soft hum as his lips settled on the ring. "mmm... strawberry flavor. i knew i chose the right one."

[bunnyrafe]

hi just wanted to say blue collar!rafe is my absolute favorite thing rn. babydoll and his dynamic is complete perfection.

i know you said they were high school sweethearts (which is 🥰😍) well, i was wondering how he proposed to babydoll.

thank you so much, pretty girl !!! and thank you for giving me a chance to expand on their lore. love them so bad…

rafe always told you he was going to marry you, only giving your (at the time) teenage brain so many ideas for the fairytale wedding you two would surely have— he promised.

but you had college. something your parents had pressured you into despite you screaming and yelling about how your rafey was going to take care of everything. you didn’t need a career, not when you knew rafe would make enough money and then some building houses. he’d do a hell of a lot more than just put food on the table… but it didn’t matter. you were packing your bags for school that following summer.

so rafe visited you every weekend. jeans sometimes covered in paint and caulk, hands so rough but so reassuring all at once as you snuck him into your dorm, shushing him the entire time as if he could help how loud his work boots sounded in those stupid hallways.

“hey, i— i got y’somethin…” he says, closing your door behind him and meeting your grin with one of his own.

you don’t even notice him pulling the velvet box out of his pocket until he drops down on one knee, making you gasp and immediately cover your mouth. “rafe—” you squeak his name out into your hands.

“always told ya i would, didn’t i?”

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

I’m coming to you on HANDS AND KNEES HERE. My game got weird and wouldn’t allow my romance of Astarion from act 2 to 3, so post(redacted happenings to prevent spoilers) we’re just besties. Please help me see my romance dreams into fruition, maybe with him breaking up initially and then coming to his senses.

If you need me, I’ll be in hell. Also thank you.

omg chdhicdcihim lolol guys I love when this game breaks it so funny! My friend has a playthrough rn tht for some reason keeps doing the first night with astarion over and over again until they go to the underdark lolol man love this game

Edit: not my best work but i tried lol also there is an easter egg in here <3

Rated T

The heart wants what the heart wants, even dead ones.

He had plenty of lovers, a list he rather not revisit, but friends are few to none. Astarion felt content. You offered him your friendship, your shoulder for support, and your heart.

A heart he wishes was within him.

His heart should have been happy, you are a friend.

Yet, when he looks at you currently explaining how you are going to rip the wallpaper all over Cazador's walls. It is so gaudy and ugly, it's silly to mention but you are really mad about it.

Freedom, free to do whatever he likes. You suggested setting the place on fire but it's too part of Baldur’s Gate to just destroy it. Sadly. So Lady Incognita said why not change it.

"Blue? Maybe she might go with blue." Talking about Lady Incognita as she has free range around the manor.

Astarion's eyes are distracted, not that you notice, his eyes tracing the way your lips move or shape a smile.

"Astarion?"

"Hm?" His eyes move to yours, "Yes, blue."

You look worried, "Are you okay? We can stop talking about it." Fearing you offended him.

His hand takes yours, fingers interlacing with yours, his nibble fingers different from your own.

You don't mind the affection, you are equally affectionate, yet you wonder what is on his mind.

"'We.'" He says, "You always say 'we'."

"Of course!" Excited as you hold his hand, "We’ll travel the lands, cross the seas, and take to the skies upon the eternal wind��and it will be marvelous." Eye full of love and wanderlust, "It will." A promise you intend to keep.

Astarion laughs, "Must everything you say sound like a marriage proposal? Goodness knows how many times you will get me to say yes."

You fluster, you gap at him, then blink, "You… I didn't mean it like that!" 

"Oh, so no marriage proposal? You wound me, and I thought we had something special."

"Of course, I would marry you! I— Wait."

The smile on his face is cocky like the cat who got the mouse (fucking Raphael and his rhythms).

"Yes, darling?"

"Please, if you are playing with me this isn't funny."

"Friends to lovers, it seems fitting for us." Astarion says so nonchalantly, "With all those pretty words you say I should have shouldn't have sent you free." But that feeling has a weight of regret.

You hear it, "You needed a friend."

"What I need is you. What I want is you, I want this."

[tiger-grace]

batfam fanfiction authors.. sharks… today I bring to you a proposal

understand my vision. Reverse batfam au.. PLUS Teen Titans (2003) apprentice arc more along the lines of the show canon

what I really want is a canon-typical couple chapter fic from Dick’s pov. Do yall see what I’m seeing??

Honestly I think it would work for having the family with the nanobots or the Titans and the bats both get involved. Either regular Teen Titans age for him (16) or typical reverse batkids age (10-13)

on my hands and knees begging for this rn. 250 notes and I’ll do it myself I am so desperate

[honey-on-your-tongue]

your writing is amazing im ready to propose to u rn 🫠 how bout soft n gentle morning sex w jake; like pretty sunrise, him taking you from the side while he whispers filthiness in your ear :( i need it

🤭🤭 I'm accepting your proposal anon!!

😩😩😩 waking up and having Jake immediately fuck you???? YES PLEASE OMFGGG

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The Pandora morning is quiet and warm, the earth moist with the remnants of last night's light rain. You can hear creatures chittering all around, calling out to one another. The sun filters through the thick foliage, the leaves turning the golden light a soft greenish tone.

Beside you, Jake slides a hand over your waist, spooning you, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. “Good morning, baby,” he says, voice rough with sleep, his fingers warm as they move down your torso, sneaking to the edge of your loincloth.

“Hi,” you greet shyly, goosebumps rising on your skin from his gentle touch.

Jake grabs your hip, pulling your ass back towards his groin. You're not surprised to find he's already hard, cock pressing against his loincloth.

“I dreamt about you,” he tells you, his words falling right into your ear. “I dreamt I had you all bent over f'r me while your pretty pussy took my cock.”

You shudder, ears folding back, eyes fluttering shut. “Please,” you say lowly.

Jake pushes his loincloth hastily aside, his cock springing free. It rests, thick and heavy, against your lower back, and your pulse races at the sensation. He undoes your loincloth softly, leisurely, and then slides a hand between your thighs.

His fingers are warm and calloused as they trace over your folds before sliding between them, feeling your growing wetness and gently caressing your entrance.

“I dream about you all the time, you know,” he admits, licking the shell of your ear and nibbling on it softly. “It's so difficult sometimes when I wake up and I can't fuck you. I'll have to go all day with my cock hard and aching for you, hm?”

You whine softly, pressing your hips back, looking for more friction. “Please, I need you,” you insist.

Jake runs the thick head of his cock against your pussy, your gathering slick dripping on his throbbing tip. He slowly slides into you, his girth forcing your soft gummy walls to stretch.

A soft mewl leaves your lips, your body pressed against Jake's, your pussy clenching around him.

“Look at you,” he says, chuckling lowly. “Always so good for me. Taking me so well, love.”

You sigh softly, allowing Jake to fuck you, his thrusts slow and steady, his cock sliding deep inside you each time, the thick head straining against your cervix.

“That's my girl,” Jake praises. “Always so ready for me, hm? Your pretty cunt is already stretched perfectly to the shape of my cock, isn't it, baby?”

You whine quietly. “'m for you,” you say. “I was made f'r you.”

He chuckles softly. “No, baby. You were made for me to worship and praise, for me to love.” He groans lowly as you clench around him, your pussy throbbing as his words send butterflies through you. His hand squeezes your hip, fingers digging into your flesh.

“My girl,” he says into your ear. “You're always on my mind, honey. Your pretty eyes and your soft lips that get all soft and swollen when you suck my cock.”

You gasp softly, his words a soft purr that crawls into your ear and makes you shudder, your pleasure gathering low in your womb.

Jake can picture you on your knees, big doe eyes staring up at him, eyelashes wet with tears as you gag around his cock. He can feel your soft mouth around him, your drool dripping down his length and to his balls.

He smirks, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Your pretty tits that I like to fuck and spit on.” Jake can't count how many times he's spit all over your breasts, making your flesh glisten and slick enough for his cock to slide up and down between your tits.

You moan, one of your hands finding Jake's and digging your nails into his skin as your eyes roll into the back of your head. The pleasure crawls over you like wet, sticky honey, making you dizzy from how sweet and slow it spreads.

“Your gorgeous thighs that I love to bite,” he continues, knowing that you're constantly covered in hickeys on your thighs. Whenever he eats you out, he likes to mark you up, ensuring that everyone knows what you've been doing and with who. He likes to make it clear that you're his.

Your body quivers, thighs pressing together at the memory of the many nights when Jake lays himself between your legs only to suck and lick at your cunt. His warm, wet tongue flicking at your clit, his fingers spreading your raw folds, his lips sucking at your nub and then kissing your entrance.

“Your pretty ass—fuck, the way I just want to lick it all over, baby.” He groans, picturing you bent over his lap as he spanks your ass, watching the flesh bounce at the impact. He brings to the front of his mind the many times he's bent you over something and fucked you from behind, watching as his hips slam into your ass and make it shake. Fuck, he just wants to bite it. Sink his teeth into the swell of your ass and then watch you walk around with the mark for days.

His cock twitches inside of you, the idea sending sparks of arousal through his body. “My gorgeous fuckin' baby,” he groans, his hips stuttering as you clench around him and make it harder for his cock to slip in and out of you. “Come for me, girl. Think you can do that?”

“Yes!” you gasp, body shaking softly, cunt pulsing as your orgasm grows, bubbling in the pit of your womb. “Yes! Yes, fuck!”

It feels like you're swimming in honey, the pleasure thick and asphyxiating, making you drown in it. It's so intense but so sweet, and you let it consume you.

Your orgasm bursts over you, making you cry out into the morning air. “Fuck! Fuck!” you mewl, hissing at the pleasure, your sharp teeth sinking into your lower lip. “Fuck.”

Jake comes after you. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he grunts, his seed spilling into you, his load sticky and thick as it spurts inside your warm pussy. “Goddamn,” he groans before kissing your shoulder. “Fuck.”

As your breathing grows heavy and even, your body slowly recuperating, Jake whispers in your ear, “I love you, baby. I love you so much. My life will always be complete as long as I can wake up beside you.”

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[itsohh]

Proposing with the Spetsnaz’s

A/N: R6S is in a bad spot rn but at least the ops are still hot. Big thanks to my lovely beta lululandd who I would die for.

Warnings: None

Glaz

There was an anxious shift in your mind. One that had been like that the entire time you sat there. You were almost completely alone, the night sky shining a million diamonds above while you had curled up by the window. There was a little window seat that you always loved to read at, it was a peaceful little spot in your lover's apartment. What was different about this time was the fact that he sat parallel to you. 

In front of him was a large canvas, one he had been working on for hours on end. It made you so anxious about your movements, so scared that you would interrupt and change his view if you moved. At first, when he brought it out, you had gone to move but he had insisted on you staying there. He’d even brought you a warm drink to coax you to stay there- even a blanket. 

“Relax, if you were in my way I would have asked you to move two hours ago.” He placed down the brush and put it to the side. He stepped back, let out a breath and nodded. “But, doesn’t matter now. I’ve finished.”

“You’ve finished?” You cocked a brow, he was never usually that quick at painting and you couldn’t imagine a canvas that big would only take a few hours. His eyes flicked up with a smile and nodded.

“Ah, I’ve been working on it for a while now but finally got around to finishing it tonight.” There was a look in his eyes, one that you couldn’t quite place. Was there something off? Yet, he didn’t seem upset in any way. “Would you like to see?” At his question, you nodded and closed your book. You placed it to the side and sat up. Timur turned the stand around and the painting with it.

Your lips parted as you saw the entirety of the picture. It was far more zoomed out than you had originally thought. Instead of just the sky and buildings nearby, it was the direct view from where he stood. A frame of where you sat. Your head was turned towards the sky, while your book was open in your hands. The blanket covered your curled legs. “Timur…” Your breath hitched as you saw the night sky in the painting, it wasn’t the same as you spied outside. Instead, the stars spelt out ‘Marry me?’ Your head looked up and you made eye contact with you. “Do you mean it?”

“I wouldn’t have spent all this time painting it if I didn’t.” 

The blanket fell to the ground and you leapt to your feet. It took you a couple of seconds to get around the canvas but you stretched your arms out around him with a laugh and a smile. 

“Yes, Timur. Yes.” You pressed your hands against his face and leaned into him. The kiss you gave him was sweet. It was long and slow and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap. When the pair of you parted it was only barely, you couldn’t contain the grin that consumed your entire face. 

“I didn’t even show you the ring.” He breathed while your forehead pressed against his.

“I didn’t need to see it to know my answer.”

Fuze

Light from the projected screen illuminated the room. You were rather cozied up next to Shuhrat, it wasn’t too often that the pair of you could go to the theatre without someone else joining you. How he had managed to pull it off remained unknown but you didn’t bother to ask into it. Sometimes things were better left unknown. In all honesty, you hadn’t been paying too much attention to the film. Instead, you were focused on the way you were snuggled against Shuhrat's arm. His hand had made its home on your knee where his thumb gently stroked. A blanket covered the pair of you while the movie continued all around you. 

“This movie is bad,” Shuhrat mumbled and you couldn’t help but laugh at his monotone voice. 

“You picked it.” You pointed out and his eyes turned to focus on you.

“I picked poorly.”

“Ah, not all of them can be winners. We can turn it off and put something else on if you like.”

“I don’t want to ruin you watching it.”

“I’m not gonna lie Shuhrat, I zoned out like half an hour ago.” He raised a brow at you and you shrugged. “I just like chilling with you. We’ll be back in the field tomorrow and it’s nice to have a calm before the storm.”

“You don’t like the storm?”

“Not recently with how many people we have lost to it recently.” You glanced away for a second. “She can be a cruel mistress but I don’t think I would trade it for the world. This is my place in the world and I’m happy with that. I think one day the storm will take me too but that's just part of life.” 

Shuhrat stared at you and you couldn’t help the heat that formed on your face. You cleared your throat and unlatched from his arm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so morbid.”

“I have to ask you something.” His words demanded your attention and you turned to face him.

“What's up?”

“After last time I wasn’t sure I would ever want to ask this again but after some careful consideration, I think I am. You're by my side day after day, night after night and I want you covering my back for as long as you can.” His other hand escaped the blanket and you could see the small box in it that he opened with his thumb. There sat an engraved platinum ring. It didn’t have any rocks on it and was rather minimalistic, perfect for everyday use in your line of work. “Will you marry me?” He looked at you for your reaction. 

You covered your mouth with your hand. The car explosion on the projector went unnoticed as you silently nodded towards you. 

“I mean we already moved in together and everything I just thought you never wanted to actually like… get married.” You whispered. 

“I didn’t, not for a long time.”

“What changed your mind?” 

Shuhrat looked away from you at the question and you tilted your head to get a better look at him. “Something Timur said to me.”

“Timur? What did he say?”

“We were watching you take down Alexsandr and he said to me, ‘It seems fate really did have things in store for you when you broke off your engagement. I’m glad that you managed to find your one. Especially someone able to keep Alexsandr on his feet. Or the floor I suppose.’ He was right and I didn’t want to squander that.” He picked the ring from the box, took your hand from your face and slowly slipped the ring on. There was a warm smile on your face that was so extremely rare to see. Shuhrat brought your hand to his face and gently kissed just below the ring. 

Kapkan

Sleep had long since taken control of you. It wasn't your fault though, it had been a long day and an even longer drive. With the music at a low level and a comfortable silence between the pair of you, it was rather easy to slip into your dozed form. 

Maxim hadn't bothered to wake you, there was no reason to. Besides, he did like that relaxed face that spread across your face. It wasn't until he parked the car at the cabin and got settled did he go to disturb you. His attempt to pick you up without disrupting or waking you failed and soon you stirred from your sleep in his arms. 

He had made sure to open the door before he picked you up so it was easy for him to carry you. A yawn left your lips and you blinked away. "Go back to sleep. I'll look after you." 

You pressed your face into his chest slightly. "We're here?"

"Yeah, don't worry I'll sort everything out." 

"Mmm, you’re too nice to me." That had him chuckle slightly. It wasn't very often he was called nice. 

"I look after my own."

"Is that what I am?" 

"Hmm?"

"I'm yours?" You asked and he cocked a brow. 

"I had assumed so considering the nature of our relationship was I wrong?" He already knew the answer and exactly how you felt but humored your question regardless. You had piqued his interest. 

"Make it offical then. In writing."

"In writing?" 

You pressed your lips together and cleared your throat slightly. "I am formally asking you, Maxim Basuda, if you would like to marry me." Your voice had a slight joking tone. A performance tone. He chuckled and placed you on your side of the bed that he had already prepared before he got you. 

"I'm serious. I wanna get hitched. I don't really care too much about how we do it or where really. Fuck it we could get eloped if you wanna. But I wanna marry you, Maxim. Really badly." 

He stared down at you and then sat on the bed next to you. "How long have you thought about this?"

"A while, I've been waiting for you to ask for ages and finally got sick of waiting. Thought I'd bite the bullet and just ask, it wasn't hard to when I got to wake in your arms ." 

He turned away with a tsk. The man seemed a little amused but annoyed. "I've been trying to decide on a ring for a while now." He pulled out a box from the inside of his jacket and snapped it on the table next to you. "Everyone has ideas. Personally, rings don't matter that much to me but I can't deny I like having a piece of me with you." You picked up the box and flicked it open where inside was a  basic ring. It didn't have any customisation to it, completely uniform. It was rather dark and caught the small amount of light that streamed into the room from the hallway. 

"Jordan suggested it. It's tungsten. I was planning to ask you sometime during this trip but you beat me to it."

You twirled the metal ring on your finger. "You went around asking everyone?"

"First it started with Alexsandr considering he's been married before then it grew from there. It was quite interesting to see the way that they talked. A lot of them said what they would want and then there were a few debates on what you would like."

"How did you decide?"

"Jordan discussed the properties of the metal. I wanted something that would remind you of me."

"...Something that shatters under a lot of pressure? One of the hardest things out there?"

"I was going for practice." He gave you a playful glare and you slipped it on with a grin. "If you don't like it I can-"

"No! It's mine." You clutched your hand to your chest for a second and leaned towards him. "And so are you."

Tachanka

The wind whipped past your face as you sprinted. Gunfire continued all around you. What seemed like a marathon was only about twenty meters, maybe thirty. “Hey come on, don’t tell me you're tapping out this early.” Your voice was a jest, a concerned but lighthearted smile on your face as you helped him up off the ground. The metal table acted as perfect cover while he shook off the bullets to his plate. 

“Take a little more than that to keep me down.” He smiled with a groan and rolled his shoulders. You heard a decent popping crack from one and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. He raised a brow and gathered his gun where he reloaded the mag. 

“Good, cooking duty wouldn’t be the same without you.” You peaked up from the table and your eyes went to the grenade that dropped just in front of it. Alexsandr started to rise and follow your lead just in time for you to snatch the strap on the front of his armor. His body moved with yours as you dived back down and dragged him along with you. “‘Nade!” The explosion went off only a second later and his eyes locked with yours. The pair of you stayed frozen, panting slightly. 

“Marry me.”

“What?” Your mind restarted at the words and he smirked.

“You hear me, I died once, it would be a tragedy to die again knowing I didn’t marry you so-” He placed his dirty hand against your face. “-Marry me.”

“You thought now, of all times, would be a good time to ask? Alex we are in a gunfight.”

“You don’t want to get married?”

“I…I do, of course I do… Fuck, I’m going to marry you and then kill you for asking right now I swear to god.” 

His face stretched out into a massive grin and he got off you and peaked the table. Alex turned back to face you as you got off the ground. Without hesitation, you felt his lips against yours. It was only for the quickest of seconds but it was enough for you to blink a few times and stutter to his booming laugh, only covered by the sound of gunfire.

“It would be worth it!”

[wriothesleysgf]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ OUT OF MOTION — satoru gojo .

about you're home early from college, and satoru has a lovely idea about how you should spend your extra time.

contains [ex]plicit content, stepbrother ! gojo, watersports, f reader, corruption, p⋆rn watching, c*ckwarming.

words 1.2k

“princess? that you?” your big brother bellowed from his bedroom. in the blink of an eye, his tall frame was leaning against his door frame. “thought you weren’t supposed to be home until five, sweets?”

the pet names made your knees much weaker than they should of. “my final class got cancelled, ‘toru. the professor is sick.” you stopped in front of him, looking up at the man with such adorable doe eyes. he smiled down at you, thankful for whatever illness bestowed upon your teacher had blessed him with a chance to spend some extra time with his darling step sister while your parents were still out at work.

“why don’t you come hang in my room for a bit, bubba? we can watch a movie together,” satoru suggested. you didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his vibrant cerulean eyes that told you exactly what sort of ‘movie’ he had in mind. you were suddenly rather glad that you’d chosen to wear a pretty little skirt and a sweet blouse to class today, despite the chilly february weather.

you agreed to the proposal before throwing your school bag onto your bed and heading into satoru’s room. the lighting was dim, as it always was - you loved it because it made his features look even more intense. everything was still as clean as it usually was, with the only object showing that the room was in use being the silver laptop strewn on the bed.

your brother got comfy himself before tapping his thigh, motioning for you to perch on it. you made sure that your skirt splayed out perfectly and your clothed cunt was resting against satoru’s skinny black jeans. every look that you shot him was feigning innocence, as though you didn’t have but a clue what you were up to. either way, the outline of his cock became increasingly visible against the restrictive material.

he booted up his laptop, typing in a website before putting it to the side for a second. “you know the drill, lovely,”

you knew exactly what he wanted as you spread your legs, hiking up your skirt so that he could see the little wet patch seeping through your underwear, accumulated from the anticipation. satoru smirked at your willingness, uttering some teasing remarks about how needy you were for him.

“sweets, so fucking worked up for your big brother, hmm? all this for me? bet you skipped your last class just for a fill of my cock, didn’t you, doll? needed to get your needy little pussy stuffed with your stepbrother’s warm cum,”

you grew heavily embarrassed, instinctively tilting your head downwards so as to avoid eye contact at all costs. satoru chuckled before using his large hand to gently grip your chin and recentre your gaze back onto him. “there we go,” he mumbled before leaning into you, fully intending on kissing your pretty lips. however, you dodged at the last second and his mouth collided with your cheek instead.

“not on m���lips,” you muttered, voice wavering slightly.

“sorry, sweets. ‘s amusing how you’re so resistance when it comes to those glossy lips, but you’re always eager to let me get into that perfect cunt of yours.”

you felt your cheeks heat up once again.

satoru was growing tired of playing with his food, and the near silent room was suddenly filled with the sound of him unzipping his dark jeans and subsequently tugging at his waistband enough for him to pull out his cock. the wispy hairs at its base shone under the room’s low light, and the sheer size of your stepbrother’s cock made you drool a little.

“you ready to come sit on me, sweets? or d’ya wanna take my fingers first?” satoru offered, making your heart do a tiny flip. sure, it was basic courtesy to ensure that your cunt was prepared enough to take his cock, yet the way that he cared for you and the sincerity in his ethereal orbs made you feel fuzzy inside.

“‘s okay, ‘toru,” you agreed, pulling your panties off before straddling his hips.

“fine, but stop if it hurts, okay, angel?”

you nodded. satoru stroked his cock, spreading the glistening beads of precum that were already present. he cooed sporadic praises under his breath as you sunk down on him, taking your time and setting your own pace before you finally bottomed out, with the little hairs on his pubic bone grazing against your swollen clit.

“stay still f’me, princess? i wanna show you something. . .”

it wasn’t really a question, but a softly worded command. this wasn’t the first time that you and your stepbrother had had a ‘movie night’ where instead of a family friendly flick, satoru would put on some porno and you’d often end up bent in a similar position as the woman in the movie playing. although, where these nights were often more impromptu, this time satoru had planned the situation a little in advance. he had you in the exact predicament that he desired: with your pussy wrapped nice and tight around his cock. what you were unaware of, was that that the reason for the room’s cleanliness was that he’d spent the afternoon switching his sheets to waterproof ones. sure, he didn’t know that you’d be home early today, but he was planning on getting you to his room and onto his dick one way or another.

the man positioned the laptop screen so that you could both see it, and then he hit play on the video. it was already in full screen mode, so you didn’t have the opportunity to decipher the content of the video from the title - and yes, he had planned for this.

its beginning bore no stark warnings that this video would be a little more racy than usual. there was a weak plot of a pretty girl’s washer getting broken and the plumber coming to fix the pipes, only for her to end up playing with his pipe. the kicker came about twenty minutes into the material, where you were already whining and whimpering in satoru’s ear, begging for him to fuck you dumb already. your clit tingled and your cunt ached, yet he reminded you that if you didn’t pay attention, he’d happily let you skip off into your room and get started on some assignment that needed your time instead.

so, you returned your focus. all because you wanted your stepbrother to make you cum. the sex only got messier, but here came the one thing that satoru desperately wanted you to see: the man pissed while his cock was still deep inside the woman’s cunt.

“‘toru!” you squealed, looking away and clenching your eyes shut. “that’s disgusting!”

“you know, sweets,” he replied with a smirk, “when i’m this deep inside of you, you can’t hide your feelings. don’t lie, it turned you on a little. i could feel your oh so innocent cunt flutter around my dick.” you stayed quiet, contemplating what to do next. he only took that as a means to continue, this time mocking you. “i bet that’s what your thinking now, princess. ‘oh, i wish my dearest, most handsome big brother would defile my pussy like that! would you? would you piss in my little pussy, ‘toru-nii?’”

though his words disgusted you, there was a degree of truth behind each syllable. satoru often treated you like a princess, so the thought of him committing such a degrading act against you lit a fire deep within your core. as he continued his charade, bullying you into letting him have his way, all you could do was shift in your place and elicit tiny whines - he truly had you wrapped around his little finger.

"so? what d'ya say, princess?"

[angelus-scripturae]

Heyy! Could you do headcannons for the boys with a partner that is a very well known youtuber/streamer? Thank youuuu! <3 (also I'm Dyslexic so sorry for any spelling mistakes!)

Of course! I actually wanted to write something like this soon so thank you for giving me a reason to!

Also i’m dyslexic too i very heavily rely on autocorrect lol :))

ALSO IM SORRY ABOUT MY PROLONGED ABSENCE ONE OF THE PEOPLE HERE WHO HELPED LEFT SO IM TRYNA LEARN TO WRITE SMUT SO I CAN KEEP GOONG WITH IT AND NOW ONE OF MY IRL FRIENDS IS HERE (sorry mate) PLEASE BARE WITH MEZ

The Boys headcannons for an influencer!reader.

Pairings: EddieVR x Reader, juicyfruitsnacks x reader, joshdub x reader, sleepymully x reader, YourNarrator x reader.

Warnings: Bad language, mentions of guns/ robbery, shitty writing.

Eddie

I feel like you would be a paranormal investigation channel in this case

Or a channel that does scary short films/ skits

You upload your clips from streams and videos onto tiktok and other social media

One time when doing a “Worlds scariest tiktoks?” video, someone had sent in one of your videos for him to react to

He found it so scary that he reached out to you.

He asked for you to help him and the boys at some haunted places and you two just began to bond and become close.

One night he invited you out to ‘record’ with him and the boys but when you arrived, he was there with a hand made poster.

Almost like a promposal

At first, you started laughing out of confusion but when you realised it was serious you immediately said yes to dating him.

Fans had notice how close you two had gotten (even more than before) and started theorising.

Eventually, you told them after having a talk about where you wanted the relationship to go

Once everyone knew, the edits and posts talking about the two of you flooded in.

You both loved how sweet everyone was

Of course you both got hate from fans as does every internet-open relationship between two well loved people

However, all that matters is the two of you.

You help each other when the hate gets a bit extreme with love and breaks from socials

Eventually after a few years, Eddie takes you out to ‘record’ once again

However, when you get to the studio you were due to record at, there’s a small table with a candle in the middle

You turn around to ask Eddie what was going on, you saw him on one knee with a small, black, velvet box in hand

It seemed like a cheesy and cliché situation but as he asked you to marry him, you barely let him finish before saying yes.

Let’s just say fans went crazy finding this out

Narrator

You probably know what I’m gonna say

You’re a VR voice actor channel.

like the ones that troll people in vr with different voices

or just a normal va channel but we’re going with VR rn

He was recording with the boys when he started with his deep voice in a sort of fake-flirting situation

You gave it right back ofc

He was startled at first but then you set up a hole storyline and his fans loved it.

At the time, you hadn’t known who he was

but your comments did

they urged to to do more with him and so you reached out

you made more and more content together to the point the fans shipped you to the moon and back

you couldn’t deny your feelings for him any longer

so one day in a call with him you asked him out.

He said yes almost immediately

then backtracked and tried to act “cool” about it

that made you giggle

so you began dating and the fans could tell

Narrator became so much more bashful and touchy around you

especially in person

Although they new for sure when he proposed in a video where you all went to disney land and they loved it

so did you

You started crying

I feel like you were at the wishing well thing and you said something like

“i wish to marry my best friend” or smth as a joke

then you turned around and he was on one knee

The amount of edits with sappy songs in the background…

thousands

Juicy

You’re a streamer in this case

You were playing your favourite game on stream

it just so happened to be juicy’s favorite as well

Let’s say the boys were doing a “if you laugh you donate”

Juicy laughed and chose you to donate to

Then got hyped when he saw the game

Had to donate like $100

you got fucking hype at the money amount

You also sort of knew who he was so you freaked out that too

let’s time skip to after you ended stream

you checked your phone to find a twitter notif from him asking to record with you sometime

You obviously instantly accepted duh

so you did

you knew you liked him but never once thought he felt the same i mean it was just professional right?

WRONG

he was head over heels for you

always finding ways to be close to you or talk to you

Always trying to make you laugh

I mean always

makes him happy y’know

when he asked you out, he was half asleep on a discord call and just blurted it out

You said yes but had to remind him in the morning

He then got bummed out about not being able to say it extravagantly

accepted it none the less

Mully

You were dating wayyyy before you began youtube

Usually playing horror games or watching scary animations

However you weren’t very public

the fans only found you when you posted your engagement tweet. ikr

they went insane over it and bombarded you both with questions

“when’s the wedding?”

“how long have you been together?”

And the obvious jokes

a few people were upset you kept it from them but it’s your life innit lol

You can keep whatever you want from them

You even posted a vlog with him planning your wedding.

The fans had no clue when it was but waited semi-patiently

WENT INSANE when you dropped the date

on the day, you posted on insta with all the cute photos of you two kissing and having fun

but had a VERY cursed caption

he however posted cursed videos like you drunk after the reception or

any of the boys doing dumb shit

but had one of the sweetest captions you’ve ever seen

when the full video of the wedding dropped there were HUNDREDS of edits made

almost brought a tear to your eye :,(

Josh

G-mod

You met in G-mod

now I think i could stop it there but i’ll go into detail

you were kinda fuckin around and you were pretending to be a receptionist

when juicy and reekid came in doing their usual shenanigans trying to rob you

the audacity

You switched it onto them ofc

and it made amazing content so he asked for your discord

you didn’t talk for a few weeks before you got a video recommended to you saying

“Psycho receptionist pulled a gun on me!”

You watched it and soon realise it was what you had done

You sent him a message along the lines of

“Psycho? i though i was pretty tame.”

He then sent you a message apologising and offering to change the title

you then pointed out the fact you were joking and he went back to usual josh

Then asked you to join him and Eddie for a scary discord video

you agreed and had a blast

I mean of course you did with your effortless humour

through that you gained quite a large following on your main channels

you continued to record with josh but also focused on your own channels too

after about half a year he confessed to you

i’m the middle of recording a G-mid video

at first you thought it was a bit

when you realised it was serious you instantly agreed.

you let the relationship move quite slow

and the fans loved you both together when you became public on your one year anniversary (with a tweet)

though many people pressured you to tell them if you had plans for marriage

your answer was always the same

“we’ll see how it goes.”

Hi lovelies! sorry for such a long absence life is fucking me over recently and I’m hoping you’re not too mad for the absence

also thank yous for 75 followers <33333

[yeehanfrf]

Week 12 Recs: Simple Pleasures

Week 12's theme was "Simple Pleasures," or PWPs. Whether you think it stands for "Plot? What plot?" or "Porn without Plot," the point is these are all short (or short enough) and smutty.

Behind the cut, you'll find the recs gathered from the Yeehan community. These are all rated Explicit this week, so they're organized alphabetically by title.

A little bit scandalous, but, baby, don't let them see it by doctorziegler [4,843 words]

There are some things that Hanzo wants kept under lock and key.

A Picture In Blue by Hoodedscarlet [4,835 words]

The mission was nothing to write home about on the surface; some casino in Monaco with corrupt Talon agents and blood money on their hands. Jesse knew that they'd have to dress the part to even get in the door; nice clothes, good hair, the regular works to blend in among the rich.

But he hadn't expected this - Hanzo walking out dressed up like he owned the place, hair slicked back and suit immaculately fitted. He looked good enough for McCree to sink to his knees in awe - and with him down there, looking at Hanzo with doe eyes, both of them had some ideas for how they should spend the time before the mission...

all the better to eat you with (my dear) by Hoodedscarlet [12,798 words]

An assassin specialises in disappearing into the shadows, making himself one with the quiet and the unknown. But one can become too good at slipping into the darkness - and when McCree realises that perhaps this time Hanzo hadn't planned for this it's too late to save him. When Overwatch get a note with a location and the words 'Come get him' , they have to go and save their friend - and the man that McCree meets is not entirely the same one he remembers.

Bend Over, I'll Drive by millenial_falcon [4,407 words]

Twenty-four hours ago they had been discretely sniffing around LumériCo’s newest installation, playing the part of road-trippers laying over in town for a couple of days. Now, Cassidy is driving to beat the devil, with Hanzo pressed warm and solid against his side.

Blowing Off Steam by FanficsbyVe [4,654 words]

After a rotten day, McCree finds an unexpected visit by Hanzo makes everything better. One-shot.

Bounty by orphan_account [4,853 words]

“I know a great deal of things about you... A common criminal who gained status on merit of his skill. A former Blackwatch operative. A competent mercenary. You have impressed me, but there remains one thing I have not figured out yet... Do you like men, Jesse McCree?”

McCree and Hanzo have worked together on more than one occasion and Hanzo proposes a mutually beneficial 'arrangement'.

But I Don't Have No Money by dicktrickle [9,676 words] Reccer comment: "hanzo wrecks his car and gets himself wrecked in turn"

Hanzo was stranded in the desert, his car stuck in the only shop for 50 miles. Without his wallet.

He was going to kill Genji. But not before paying the rugged mechanic for his services with the clothes off his back.

Difficult Men by motorghost [10,378 words] Reccer 1 comment: "PLS READ THIS ONE RN (but mind the tags)"

Reccer 2 comment: "Not just a favorite PWP, but one of my fave Yeehan fics overall."

A newer, smaller Overwatch has just had their first victory and Cole's going to celebrate the only way he knows how: with questionable substances, unsavory characters and maybe inadvisable deeds.

Dim City Glow by Interrobang [6,485 words] Reccer comment: "I know we're focusing on the smut, but I truly adore the lived in feeling of the relationships Interrobang writes WITH their great smut."

Hanzo steps away from a party for a breath of fresh air, but McCree is more than distracting enough to keep Hanzo from gathering his thoughts.

Good thing Hanzo doesn't need to think much for this anyway.

Dying Grass Moon by motorghost [7,774 words]

The hunter Cole Cassidy finds a creature in the forest who needs his help. Clearly the giant white wolf isn't from around here, but it's dangerous to pry into a spirit's affairs.

Freebie by robocryptid [2,945 words]

Cole's thoughts are a dull buzz. Foggy, clouded with need. He’s aching inside, hot and softening up, and Shimada… Fuck Shimada.

Probably never had to work to get laid. Just shows up. Claims no presumptions, but why the fuck was he there, then? That’s all it takes. All he has to do. Now he’s in Cole’s head.

Giving a Finger by hunahuna_un [10,487 words] Reccer comment: "I'll also toss in one of mine, bc we all need more cowboy with oral fixation~"

The intel mission about the Null Sector goes sideways so Hanzo and Jesse are forced to retreat into a safe house. Little did they know how Jesse’s nicotine withdrawals would test their patience.

He only gave a finger...

heron by cowboyflesh (cowboymeat), G0REPUP [4,905 words] Reccer comment: "no one knows who's the hunter and who's the hunted"

McCree scavenges, picks up what he can; opportunistic. He’s been around quite a bit and isn’t one to settle down. 

Hanzo hunts. Unassuming, poised as demure and uptight, something to be taken apart and ruined and not the other way around.

Allowing the gunslinger's broad palm to slip into his kimono, Hanzo turns and looks up at him with practiced pleasantry. A soft smile, toothless and submissive, as McCree’s eyes narrow at him. He grins hungrily, the lingering laughter still left on his lips as his attention is taken by the archer’s act.

“Gettin’ to be late, why don’t we take this back to my quarters?” McCree drawls, soft and smooth as can be as he massages Hanzo’s shoulder, sweetening the deal.

I got this fever, fever burning inside by CourtneyCourtney [11,300 words]

Hanzo has heard stories of this 'weapon', the most lurid tales courtesy of McCree, naturally. A libido accelerant Talon injects intravenously, giving its victims the option of mauling a stranger for sexual release, forcing themselves on a teammate and ruining any trust built between the two, or - to quote Jesse's turn of phrase - dying of "blue balls."

In other words, not a way for someone like Jesse McCree to go. Not if Hanzo is determined to help. It would be a shame to lose a colleague as altruistic and reliable as McCree to a weapon so primitive.

If he has to choke out the voice at the back of his mind questioning his own altruism in performing this act, then so be it.

(or, McCree gets sex pollened by Talon, and Hanzo helps him out the way any good friend would (Really. Stop gagging, Genji.))

Imagination Infatuation by Partymeowth [9,117 words] Reccer comment: "steaming hot phone sex"

After many, many years of having crushes he’s forbidden from acting upon, Hanzo's used to relying on his imagination to make up for the absence of anything concrete.

Infatuation by ChillieBean [2,131 words]

Cole was jogging on the treadmill, and ten minutes in he removed his shirt. Hanzo did not think anything of it at the time, it is nothing he had not seen before, but when he stole a glance a few minutes later, he could not tear his eyes away.

While Cole was intently focused on his workout and completely oblivious to Hanzo’s leering, with his gloriously hairy, muscled chest and trim waist on show, Hanzo noticed that his pecs were bouncing with each step.

Bouncing. That is a testament to just how fit he is for someone who drinks, smokes and eats the greasiest food he can get his hands on. He has pecs. They bounce. And Hanzo needs them.

It Will Come Back by CorvidFightClub [3,434 words]

McCree and Hanzo are captured by a gang somewhere in the American Midwest after a mission. The situation becomes more dire when Hanzo finds out the gang isn’t the only thing he has to worry about.

Known by vaguely_concerned [1,217 words] Reccer comment: "slow and sweet sex"

Just some happy sex.

Love and Comfort in Gibraltar by ChillieBean [2,879 words]

Hanzo pulls his hand away from that scar and moves his hand back up to rest his hand in the middle of his chest, skipping the same two scars like he always does. Cole doesn’t mind honestly, Hanzo knows his story, he knows why they’re there. It’s not like they’re not that easy to see these days with the hair that’s covering his chest now, but Hanzo’s always been careful to avoid touching them.

Cole thinks about telling their story, weighing up the option of giving Hanzo the distraction or just comforting him in silence. Hanzo knows the story of every other scar on his body, what they make Cole feel when he looks at them.

He thinks again about the trust Hanzo has in him, and decides it’s time.

“I ever tell you about the other two scars?”

Mile High Noon by motorghost [7,055 words]

Two late-thirties bounty hunters break some minor sky-laws.

Nantaimori by ChillieBean [15,403 words]

It had been months in the making, and it was supposed to be a straightforward night: Be Hanzo Shimada's personal waiter, gather intel on a potential partnership with a neighbouring clan, get out without making any waves.

Cole's plans come to a crashing halt when he is asked instead to be the nantaimori—to lie naked for the duration of the meeting while Hanzo eats sushi off him.

Only You Can Cool My Desire by robocryptid [4,202 words] Reccer comment: "cuddling for warmth, my favorite trope and just for me!"

Tasked with cataloging Overwatch assets, Cole and Hanzo spend the night in one safehouse. This one's supposed to be well-equipped, but it's cold as hell and the tiny space heater just isn't suited to the task.

Pine Woods by coinin [14,659 words] Reccer comment: "'Pine Woods' because cozy cabin! And snow!"

After a mission goes awry, Cassidy and Hanzo are forced to flee into the Finnish wilderness. Will they find shelter before they freeze to death? And more importantly, what are they going to do to stave off boredom if they do find safety?

Poker Face by Cadeykat [28,383 words]

“Shark, my ass. Man cleared out $60,000 at the first table he played at.”

Hanzo shrugs, silently delighting in how Daniel sucks in a bracing breath at his nonchalance. Oh, he loves riling him up. Serves him right for calling him in on his day off. “So? That’s not entirely uncommon. Perhaps he’s just good at poker.”

“He’s won almost $250 grand over the last four days.”

Oh.

This is going to be fun.

Say My Name by ChillieBean [9,448 words] Reccer comment: "spite fucking in the most delicious way possible"

Things have been good. Better than Cole thought when he first reluctantly signed up. There wasn't a problem this new team couldn't solve, they gelled together like they have been working together for years.

And things had been good, right until Genji invited his brother to join them.

Cole hadn’t really factored in just how angry seeing Hanzo’s stupid smug face made him. He’s sure the stick up Hanzo’s ass has a stick up its ass. And the shitty part of it all is that Hanzo hasn’t done anything since joining to warrant his anger. Hanzo’s polite, he keeps to himself most of the time, and in group settings, he gets along with everyone.

Yet, all Cole can see when he lays his eyes on him is the carnage done by his hands; Genji’s bloodied body gasping for air.

Shoot to Kill by robocryptid [2,963 words] Reccer comment: "Cupid Hanzo Cupid Hanzo Cupid Hanzo"

Cole convinces Hanzo that Overwatch's Valentine's Day party is a costume party. It's supposed to be a light hazing, a way to welcome Hanzo into the fold. He doesn't expect it to backfire quite so spectacularly.

Slip of the Tongue by robocryptid [5,840 words] Reccer 1 comment: "some of thee dirtiest dirty talk I've had the pleasure to read"

Reccer 2 comment: "Cassidy's weaponised voice results in accidental phone sex"

This was meant to be Cassidy’s job. He did the research, studied the blueprints, laid out the plan. Two nights before he hoped to depart, he broke his leg from a nasty fall. If Hanzo didn’t take over, Cassidy would lose the opportunity entirely. The compromise was simple: Hanzo would do the work on his behalf, but Cassidy would not have to relinquish full control. Instead he remained connected by a standard Overwatch communicator and a minuscule camera.

Hanzo offered of his own free will. He chose this. His only regret is that Cassidy seems incapable of giving instructions that don’t sound like innuendo.

Soothe the Itch by fishpoets [2,650 words]

Jesse wakes restless and irritated, with an insistent urge to clamp something between his lips. Maybe Hanzo can help.

sparring gone sexy by Dio Almark (dancingassassin) [9,659 words]

Hanzo thought that inviting Jesse McCree to be his sparring and training partner had been a good idea. At least at first. They were both mercenaries, training together would keep them at the top of their game. That was all well and good, but then Hanzo had to go and fall for the cowboy.

Truth or Dare: Loophole by thtzwhatuthink [1,213 words] Reccer comment: "a simple, short, but very dirty truth-or-dare situation"

“I dare you to tell McCree all the dirty things you would do to him if given the chance—right now, and out loud.” Hanzo is unfazed by the dare; he is a man of few words in casual conversation, and of even fewer in work settings. When Hanzo smirks, Genji’s smug grin falters a little. He found a loophole.

Truth or Dare: Piercings by thtzwhatuthink [5,610 words]

Playing Poker while a game of Truth or Dare goes on in the same room will inevitably get a certain Cowboy involved in a rather pleasing predicament. Especially with the help of some good ol' brotherly bickering about... inappropriate piercings.

Truth or Dare: Thongs by thtzwhatuthink [5,446 words]

Leave it to Genji to dare Tracer to get her underwear drawer from her room and set it down in the middle of the truth or dare circle. Resident Cowboy is dared to put a thong on, and he's not the only one. In fact, the thongs are merely a catalyst for what Hanzo gets himself into tonight.

what ails you by motorghost [4,858 words] Reccer 1 comment: "Hanzo gets injured and Cole visits him in the hospital. Very hot, great dirty talk."

Reccer 2 comment: "lives rent-free in my head"

A bad injury puts Hanzo in the medbay for a week. Cole pays him a visit in the night.

Wolf by Phylix [3,946 words]

Hanzo awakens in the night to see Jesse needy and asleep. He takes matters into his own hands.

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[moodywyrm]

reader helping abby when someone insisted the group must take some rote and they end up at a significant height :(

~heyy hope you're doing well there 🤧 have a nice weekend!~

omg you mean a chance to take care of Abby??? hand it over rn. i imagine lev proposed they take a really high route (kinda like the sky bridge but not as high) bc honestly, u n Lev are the only ones who could convince her to go that high up and, even then, only out of necessity. she’s pissed but she knows she has to, n she is fucking terrified man. keeping low to the base of the bridge ur crossing, going incredibly slow, Lev ahead of her n u behind her.

u guys reach a part u can’t crawl on, n she’s about to start crying as she stands up. u whisper a soft lil ‘abby?’ to get her attention, not wanting to startle her. she turns to look at you, n ur heart breaks a lil bit bc she looks so small n scared, ur big strong girl. u extend one hand, slow n gentle, laying it on her waist from behind, on the side with the sheer drop. a lil safety net. she gives u a lil nod, n turns forward to start inching across the bridge again, this time with ur reassurance.

it’s not easy, n it takes like twenty minutes to get the three of u across the 30ft to safety, but you get her across n she practically collapses onto solid ground, trying not to cry or throw up. she’s on her knees, arms barely holding her up, shaking, when u n Lev kneel down next to her. u wrap her up in ur arms, whispering lil reassurances to her “u did so good baby” “you made it, you’re here” “you’re so brave, my sweet girl” while Lev rubs circles onto her back with one hand.

i love her so much y’all I wanna baby her. also! I’m doing okay ish over here, being back home is always a weird experience n i would like to be back at school but ahhhhh

[iiseult]

Day Off: Jerry Pascal x Vanessa Riggin (part 1)

Note: This is my first time writing anything for this fandom and probably nobody will gaf but i also dgaf so im posting it anyway!!! I needed a break from my other ongoing fics and im kinda obsessed w Jerry rn so this was an easy write.

CWs: Smut, fluff, oral, gas station sex, jerry is lichrally in love, mentions of alcohol consumption, idk just yeah man it's hot stuff

The first time Jerry met Vanessa, she was drunk on a Sunday afternoon. Not that he was judging.

When he heard the little bell above the front door jingle, he looked up from behind the counter and called his usual lackluster greeting of, “how can I help you?”, but it died in his throat and petered out into more of a “how can I- ha…” when he got a good look at her. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt and a pair of hello kitty pajama pants, and a pair of huge black sunglasses covered most of the top half of her face. She made a beeline for the alcohol aisle and, with her left hand, she grabbed the first six-pack of cheap beers she saw. In her right hand she held an empty coke bottle, which she placed in front of him on the counter with a grin.

“D’you think you could get rid of this for me? Couldn’t find a recycling bin outside.”

He kind of knew he was done for once he got a whiff of what was actually inside the coke bottle, and it sure wasn’t no coke. He was never one for professionalism, so he didn’t think twice about nodding dumbly and ringing her up without checking her ID, even though she was pretty obviously underage. He also didn’t think twice about shamelessly chatting her up– a conversation which ended in her appointment as a new part-time employee for the summer. Jerry didn’t actually have the power to hire anyone, but the way he proposed the idea to the owners on the phone later with such dignity and aplomb left them unable to refuse.

“Hey, please buddy, come on, I’m on my knees here! Look, I know you can’t see me, but if you check the security cameras you’ll see that I am literally… literally on my knees!” Jerry cried, tilting his head to the side and holding up prayer hands towards the camera, like a grotesque caricature of the Virgin Mary. Jack pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned for what felt like the millionth time in the past hour, turning around to avoid watching.

“Jerry, besides the fact that she was drunk for the entirety of the… ‘employee interview,’” he air-quoted, “we don’t have enough money to take on another employee! How are they gonna pay her?” Jerry put his hand over the receiver and shushed Jack viciously, a little spit flying out of his mouth, before returning to his conversation.

“Uh-huh…uh-huh…yeah, no, I completely understand, no, totally. Right, right. Of course. For sure. Definitely. Indubitably. Could you just give me one second, please?”

Jerry slumped against the side of the counter and sulked, covering the receiver again and sighing. He looked up at his friend with kicked puppy eyes. “But she’s so hot, dude, I’d hate to disappoint her…we gotta figure something out,” he muttered, when suddenly another brilliant idea struck him. “WAIT! I have had…a thought!” He declared, suddenly jumping to his feet and uncovering the receiver.

“You can give her half of my paycheck!”

So about a month and a half into working side-by-side at the gas station most days of the week, Vanessa and Jerry had grown quite close. He started picking up extra day shifts on top of his usual nights to make it up to the owners, and to spend more time with Van. It sounded like a great idea on June first, but by the time the fourth of July rolled around, he was really starting to look worse for wear. He often worked 24 hours in a row and only had eight-hour breaks between them, during which he’d sleep on a hammock in the dry storage room, not seeing a point in driving all the way home just to come back as soon as he opened his eyes. Jack didn’t seem to mind; all he had to do was remember to knock before restocking the chips. And Van was none the wiser to the entire situation, clueless to the fact that Jerry was sacrificing so much to keep her around.

Despite the fact that it was her day off, Van swaggered into the gas station, cheering when she saw Jerry behind the counter. A goofy smile spread across his face. Even though it was the twenty-second straight hour of his shift and his eyes actually wouldn’t open more than halfway, he felt a warm tingly feeling spread through his body at her presence.

“Hey, what’s up, Van?” he called. She sidled up to the edge of his counter and leaned her elbows on it, gazing into his red-rimmed eyes absently.

“Thought I’d pay you a little visit since I got nothing going on tonight,” she drawled, and the fact that Jerry’s eyes were glued to the neckline of her low-cut top was not lost on her. In fact, it made her feel good inside. He nodded, and without looking back up he said, "Sure glad you did.”

Before she could say anything, the little bell rang and she turned her head to see an actual customer enter the store– a middle-aged man with a poorly concealed beer belly and a backwards baseball cap. She quickly walked around to the other side of the counter and planted herself next to Jerry, their shoulders brushing slightly. He shivered and glanced at her sidelong. She was staring ahead, watching the customer as he approached the counter with an assortment of items in his hands, a large grin on her face. He wanted to say something, to ask what she was up to, but that thought was dashed from his mind when the customer dumped his things in front of him with a loud ‘clunk.’

“Hey, how ya doin’ today,” Jerry said quietly. He rang up the items one by one. The customer grunted in acknowledgement. And below the counter, where nobody could see, Van slowly slid her hand up Jerry’s leg, starting at his knee and settling on his upper thigh. His breath hitched and his face began to heat up. Alarms were going off in his head, and he suddenly worried he had stayed up too many hours at a time and finally lost his mind, but when she gently squeezed his thigh, he swallowed hard. No, it was real. And there was really a customer in front of him, a matter of inches away, watching him attempt to do his job.

“Can I also get a pack of smokes?” the customer rasped, pointing to a pack of reds to Jerry’s left. Van squeezed harder, getting dangerously close to a sensitive area. Jerry cleared his throat and grabbed the cigarettes quickly, his hands shaking slightly.

“Yeah, n-no problem. That’ll be $17.80,” he replied quietly, accepting the twenty from the customer and handing him his change. The man gathered his things and grunted once more, turning around and heading for the door. As soon as he was facing the opposite direction, Jerry let out a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut, and discreetly shifted his weight, trying to hide the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Have a nice day!” Van called as the customer disappeared out the front door. As soon as he had, Jerry’s eyes darted around, making sure there was nobody else in the store. There wasn’t. He turned his body to face her, one hand gripping the countertop for dear life.

“Jesus, Van,” he muttered, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. And also in his jeans. She turned so they were facing each other and her hands flew to his hips, holding him at an arm’s length.

“Aww, big boy, you’re so cute when you blush,” she said softly.

Jerry could feel his face getting hotter, could feel the entire room getting hotter. Despite this, he scoffed.

“I do not blush. I just… overheat sometimes. It’s a guy thing- a, a man thing,” he clarified, looking down at her sternly. She only smiled and patted his hip affectionately.

“Yes, you do, Jer, and I love it. Such a pretty boy,” she cooed, rubbing her thumbs over his hip bones. He let out a small sound that was something between a grunt and a whimper.

“Stop it, Van, you’re driving me crazy,” he complained, his voice tinged with amusement. In response she let out a groan, which turned into a low laugh as she noticed how his pants had magically become at least two sizes too small between the legs.

“Aww, pretty,” she chuckled, looking up into his half-lidded blue eyes through her lashes. He blushed deeply, trying not to look into her eyes, his heart stuttering in his chest. This is what he’d wanted so badly since the day he met her, and yet he was paralyzed. He couldn’t tell if she was just playing with him or if she actually wanted him to make a move, but he was betting on the first one.

“Van, please don’t tease me like this,” he pleaded, his voice coming out croaky and low. He stared down at the ground, his golden hair falling around his furrowed brow. She felt a pang of guilt and decided to change tactics, gently sliding her hands up from where they had previously been resting on his hips, and finding a new spot around his slim waist.

“But I’m not teasing you, honey…”

His heart skipped a beat and he shivered, his skin breaking out into goosebumps under her touch. She called him honey, and it left his head spinning. He wanted to believe her, to touch her back the way she was touching him, but he wasn’t yet totally convinced he wouldn’t be making a fool of himself.

“You… you’re not? 'Cause I don't really wanna act like a fool right now,” he replied, his throat dry, and she shook her head. She, on the other hand, loved when he acted like a fool. They did it together all the time! She considered saying as much but decided against it, thinking that maybe she should save that one for later. Instead, she squeezed his waist and urged him to take a step closer, whispering, “No, baby, I’m not teasing.”

There was only a little sliver of space between them now, her chest bumping up against his, and the tent in his jeans brushing almost imperceptibly against her thighs. His hands hovered awkwardly at her sides, unable to decide if he should ask permission before touching her or just do it. He started to speak, to ask “then what…” but the words died in his throat and all that came out was a soft, “Huh?”

She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her own hip, looking up at him darkly and all but confirming what he so desperately needed to hear– that she wanted him, too. He moved his thumb experimentally up to the hem of her low-rise jeans, brushing the pad of it against her flawless skin, and both of them sucked in a sharp breath, simultaneously experiencing the same shock of electricity. Her reaction filled him with a wave of confidence. He knew he wasn’t just imagining things, that she really wanted him, and that by the looks of things, it was pretty bad. He gently tugged her hips forward, pressing them against his own and grunting softly at the contact. He thought he was ready for it, but he was so hard it was almost painful and he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking into her soft, yielding flesh. She let out a harsh breath through her nose and closed her eyes.

“Jer…”

He craned his neck down and got in her face, breathing heavily and looking at her through his lashes. Those pretty blond lashes framed his big blue eyes so well and she just melted when he looked at her like that.

“You want me, pretty?” she whispered sweetly, gripping his hips a little tighter, possessively. He clenched his jaw and nodded rapidly, whispering back,

“Please, can I have you?” She grinned and nuzzled her face against his neck, pressing kisses to his scruffy jaw and the skin around it. Her lips brushed his ear as she murmured,

“Yeah. Take me to the storage room,” and Jerry sucked in a sharp breath and dug his fingers into her soft hips. When he spoke again, his voice came out rough and strained.

“Y-yeah? You mean it? You want me… right now?” She slid one hand up under the hem of his t-shirt and spread her fingers out over the warm, bare skin there. His body was aching for more, practically vibrating with the need to be closer to her, so he grabbed her smaller hand softly and led her to the dry storage room where he slept. Thankfully, it was only a few steps away, and she quietly closed the door behind them. Jerry leaned his back against it, his chest heaving as his breath came in shallow gasps. Vanessa pressed her body against his, practically draping herself against him, and cupped his face softly.

“Jer, you’re gonna have to be quick,” she muttered. He laughed heartily.

“Oh, trust me, I don’t need much time.” She bit back a goofy grin and slid her hand down to his collarbones, feeling the tingle of heat as it radiated from his skin and invaded her own. He groaned and leaned his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

“Van, lady, please…” his voice rumbled deeply in his chest, and she felt the vibrations against her bosom. She shivered and sucked in a sharp breath.

“Do you want me to touch you now?” she whispered, cradling his stubbly cheek in her hand and letting the other one fall to rest on his waistband. Jerry nodded frantically, eyes still closed, jaw clenched. She took one last deep breath and blew it out before leaning forward and capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, moving her mouth against his slowly and languidly. His arms instinctually encircled her waist and he held her carefully as he furrowed his brows and kissed back. All the tension, all the months of pent-up frustration and need poured out of him suddenly.

He moaned into her mouth, and she took the opportunity to lick past the seam of his lips and slide her tongue against his, making sure he couldn’t go anywhere by grabbing the back of his neck. She breathed his scent in deeply and pressed every inch of skin she could into his body, and all she could think about was him. In her mind’s eye she saw him, the last expression she had seen him make, his face flushed and brows furrowed. In a frantic attempt to get closer to her, he pressed one palm against the small of her back and another between her shoulder blades. Every flick of her tongue sent a wave of heat through his already overheated body.

When the kiss finally broke, they were both panting, and Jerry had a strange expression on his face, like he was using every ounce of his concentration to make her clothes turn see-through.

“God, Van…” he said, his voice deep and rumbling. She pressed one more short kiss to his lips before dropping to her knees in front of him, and his heart jumped into his throat.“You don’t have to…” he protested weakly, even though his hips were pointing towards her like a magnetic force. She swatted away his words and scoffed, already fussing with his clothes, swiftly unbuckling his belt and undoing the button of his jeans.

“I’ll do a better job later, but this’ll work for now,” she said, grabbing his pants and pulling them all the way down to his ankles in one swift motion. Jerry’s breathing was ragged and desperate, and the promise of there being a ‘later’ to look forward to sent a pang of lust ripping so strongly through him that the room momentarily spun.

“God, Van, I’m so…” he began, his cheeks flushing even deeper as he looked down at her face hovering only inches away from his throbbing need, “…hard,” he finished. He was painfully aware of how badly he wanted her, how sensitive he was, and he was glad this was only meant to be a quickie, because he’d be done for in a matter of minutes. Van kept one hand planted firmly on his hip, and with the other she palmed his bulge through his boxers, unable to look away from it.

“My God, Jer, what is this, like, seven inches? Fuck,” she swore, her mouth already watering. He shivered, already so sensitive that the slightest touch set his nerve endings on fire, threatening to overwhelm him. His length bobbed and strained against the thin fabric, leaving a small wet spot on it.

“Y-yeah,” he managed to gasp out, “About that, I guess.” He was suddenly slightly embarrassed at how much her words obviously affected him, when normally he would have had no shame at all about his body, but there was no way for him to hide his reaction. She pulled down his boxers quickly, his rock-hard cock springing up against his stomach, and her jaw dropped as she finally laid eyes on it, pink and swollen and fat. Jerry’s skin burned under her gaze, the way she was looking at him making him crazy. His hands balled into fists at his sides, but as her eyes widened at the sight of him, that confidence from earlier came back and he couldn’t help but reach out and run a hand through her hair and mumble, “You’re so pretty.”

She grinned and wrapped a hand around him firmly, spitting on the tip, and Jerry couldn’t stop the strangled moan that escaped him, or the way his hips bucked into her fist. He couldn’t believe she was actually smiling, actually volunteering to blow him. It was like she was a wet dream come to life. She pumped him a few times just to get the blood flowing before bringing her lips down and pressing a wet kiss to his tip. As soon as her soft skin made contact with him, he let out a filthy, pornographic moan, his head falling back against the wall. He felt his legs tremble, and he was sure he’d collapse by the end of it if she didn’t stop, but he was also sure he never, ever wanted her to stop.

“Van, ah, that feels so good,” he gasped as she flicked her tongue around his sensitive head, drawing more and more sounds from his lips.

“Good, honey, so good,” she whispered, flattening her tongue against his shaft and dragging it all the way up to spread around the moisture. Once she was satisfied that he was properly coated, she looked up through her eyelashes and swallowed about half of him, keeping her hand curled firmly around what didn’t fit. The way his cheeks flushed and his knees buckled encouraged her to start bobbing her head up and down, her lips still wrapped around him firmly. Jerry had to press his back harder into the wall to keep from falling.

“Ohmygod you’re so pretty,” he repeated, unable to tear his eyes away from her face and the way his cock completely filled her mouth. As a thank you, she started moving her hand in tandem with her head and sucked hard, creating the max amount of friction she possibly could without hurting him. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, his whole body tense with pleasure, and with the effort of forcing himself not to buck into her mouth. Though his hands were buried in her hair, he was gentle, never pulling on it too hard, only holding it to help ground himself. Vanessa began picking up the pace, moving her head faster and continuing to swirl her tongue around the head, occasionally letting it flick across his sensitive slit to make him yelp.

“A-ah!” he cried breathlessly. She hummed around him and tried not to smile, bringing up her free hand to play with his balls. Her finger accidentally grazed his perineum in the process, making him moan out her name, long and deep. She pulled off him for a second and couldn’t help but grin.

“Oh, you like that?” she asked, gently dragging her finger against the area again. His legs wobbled and he groaned, and she squeezed her hand a little tighter around his base, starting to pump him again as her mouth went back to work. She was going fast now, gagging a little as she swallowed as much of him as she could and continued stimulating him with her finger.

“Holy shit, Van!” he moaned, threading his fingers tightly through her hair as his thighs began to shake. “I’m- I’m gonna c-” His sentence was cut off by a loud cry ripping through his throat, and the sound of Van moaning in pleasure around his shaft as he shot his load into her mouth. His entire body shuddered and he had to catch himself before his knees completely gave out. She slowed down a bit but kept going for a few more seconds despite his whines and gentle tugs to her hair, wanting to make sure she milked his cock for everything. She didn’t hesitate to swallow everything he gave her, sticking out her tongue to show him afterwards. Once again, he had to fight to stay upright after seeing that.

“That was…I’ve never…it’s been so long since…” he gasped, looking at her with pure adoration as she got to her feet and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He could taste himself, musky and slightly bitter, and made a mental note to include some more pineapple in his diet.

“You taste pretty good, huh?” she teased, running her tongue along his bottom lip.

“Ugh, fuck,” he moaned, face going slightly red at that. His heart was beating a million times a minute, his body still buzzing with pleasure as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He wanted to give her some of the warmth he was feeling, show her what she really did to him. He closed his eyes and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. “Van, you’re so good at that…” he mumbled stupidly, a mindless grin plastered on his lips. Jerry was drunk a lot of the time, but somehow this was not one of those times, no matter how much it seemed like it. Maybe he was drunk off lust, or desire. Or something else. Who knows what kind of chemicals one could inhale while working at the shitty gas station at the edge of town. Van melted into the hug, relishing the feeling of his thick arms caging her in, keeping her warm and safe. But she knew he was in a time crunch.

“Break’s over, sugar,” she whispered, and he made a noise of discontentment and buried his face into her shoulder.

“Don’t wanna,” he mumbled against her skin, his voice half-muffled. She laughed quietly and stroked his dirty-blond hair, almost petting him. He pressed his face into her neck and breathed in her gentle scent, the scent he had come to associate with tenderness over the past month and a half, and a sense of contentment washed over him.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d do a better job later?” she cooed.

“Yeah, but now I don’t think I can wait,” he muttered. Van gently let go of him, pulling back a little so she could look into his eyes.

“I’ll make it worth it,” she promised, “I’ll come by your place after your shift.” Van knew where Jerry lived, and she wasn’t averse to the fact that it was quite literally in the back of an abandoned school bus that was probably illegally parked behind the old Mathmetist compound. She’d been there to play shitty knock off video games and grill various meats a few times before, and it really wasn’t so bad once you got used to it. Especially once Jerry brought out the beers.

He gently released her, his body already missing the feeling of her against him. His mind had already conjured up at least three different scenarios about how the night would unfold later, and at least two of them involved a blindfold and cherry flavored condoms. He gave her a lopsided grin and nodded.

“You better,” he said, his voice still a little raw from earlier. He couldn’t wait for his shift to be over.

[junewild]

Okay ask game! if I was a perfume what would my top notes, mid notes and base notes be? And for extra credit what would the bottle look like? 🤍🌀 So I did an absurd amount of (amateur) research to answer this. For the base note we're going to want to use Oakmoss. Oakmoss is derived from a type of lichen that grows on oak trees. It has a deep, earthy and woody aroma with some leather and moss undertones. I chose Oakmoss out of the 10 most popular base tones because I was searching for something woody, but a majority of the bases were woody-smoky, woody-sweet, woody-spicy, or not woody at all! Obviously we are angling for woody to represent that autumn complexion and to represent the PNW. The base note is the note that lingers the longest, so once the top and mid notes fade out, the scent lingers woody and earthen and natural like the woods around you.

For top notes, your choices are largely some-variation-on-citrus, mint, or basil. I discarded mints and basil immediately as being too on-the-nose with the wooden and earthy base notes. Too green. From here, it's decided on which flavor of citrus. I landed on Neroli.

Neroli is derived from the flowers of the bitter orange tree. It's sweet and floral, with delicate citrus and honey-like notes. It's considered soothing and calming! I chose this for a couple reasons. I think the honey note probably best fits you out of the multiple citrus-adjacent fragrances, since it has a touch of that deep, grounded scent to mix with the woody and earthen tones of the Oakmoss, but it's still bright and sweet for a first impression that matches your bright first impression. For middle notes, we're looking for something to tie together the woody, earthen mossy Oakmoss with citrusy, honey floral Neroli. Middle notes seem to be largely comprised of two categories: Flowers and Spice. I dismissed the flowers out of hand, most of them are extremely delicate scents I don't think fit you at all or clash with the vibe we already have going on (geraniums? lotus? nah.). Plus I have a hateboner for lavender in general because people sneak it into everything and it's HORRIBLE for your skin.

From here we have spices to select from. I think it'd be pretty easy to go with cinnamon or cloves or ginger, but those didn't feel quite right. They give me the impression of homey-ness (and pie, obviously) although I think the warm tones from spice are definitely in the right direction to tie together the honey-sweet and earthen scents already going on here. What I actually chose was Cardamom.

Cardamom is derived from cardamom seeds (shocking, I know) and it's considered slightly floral, woody, and has a hint of citrus. Perfect for tying in the woody Oakmoss and the floral-citrus Neroli! Cardamom is also sweet, spicy, and warm, which I think is the perfect extra layer to carry this fragrance. It's also considered invigorating and energizing, which I think merges well with the calming top and base scents to give depth and complexity and keeps the mix from being one-note. I also think the spice fits much better for you as a person since it's a little less run-of-the-mill than pie spices, while still being warm and spicy.

So here we have a scent that transitions from flowery, citrus-honey Neroli into flowery, citrus-woody Cardamom, to woody-green, earthen Oakmoss over the duration. Inviting and sweet, invigorating and spicy, and calming and down-to-earth overall.

(If you want to find perfumes that match this description you can go here: https://www.fragrantica.com/ingredients-search/ and input the specific ingredients. The perfumes it generates however likely include additional ingredients and more investigation would be required.) As for the bottle for this, I'd think something tall and slim, clear with a honey-gold topper, with an embossed leaf or vine along the side with the name. A more elegant version of something like this

tiffany i would be on my knees proposing rn if you hadn't already been so clear that you do not want in on my group marriage. but i just need you to know that you are my favorite person in the entire world bar none & my best friend & a genuine fucking delight to everyone who knows you & your research skills are extremely fucking sexy. i am genuinely considering having this made up into a perfume.

to specifically respond:

oakmoss is absolutely Thee correct base scent, thank you. woody-soil is EXACTLY right.

mint & basil are wonderful scents, but they aren't MY scents. i absolutely tend toward citruses. neroli is def one of my favorites, right up there w lemon.

you are 110% correct on the middle notes. i despise floral scents with an absolute passion. they aren't allowed in my house.

(ps: these are exactly the scents that max picked, pretty much word for word. so if both of you say it, then i can't imagine how anyone could disagree)