#THAT’S SO FUFFLY

[xazse]

Puppy!Satoru with a cute RabbitHybrid!Gf!!

Puppy!Satoru loves you so much, your fuffly personality paired with your fluffy ears and little puff of a tail makes you the perfect match for him. Suguru brought you for him for companionship since he’d started becoming extra clingy and whiny when Suguru would leave the house.

You were a gift to him, he cherished you the moment he got comfortable with you. The first days you were here it was quite awful for Suguru, he’d catch Satoru humping your panty clad ass multiple times a day, Satoru’s crotch would be wet with his cum by the time he separated you two. You’d really just let Satoru guide you anywhere so there wasn’t much fight with you.

It seems you were smitten with him as he was about you.

He didn’t know Satoru had such a high sex drive, it’s like a switch was flipped and he was horny 24/7, getting him toys like fleshlights to keep him busy and away from him giving you multiple puppies was also just as hard.

Quirk idea I had I needed to get this off my chest I would add more but I’m sleepy. Goodnight!!

[judesprincess]

fuffly alphabet – Jude Bellingham

note: hii babes, how are you? here im again hehe. an anon asked me for a fuffly alphabet so here it is... just remembering that English is not my first language, so please ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes... also, please let me know if you like it or not! kisses 💋

just a reminder that this is just imaginary and i don't know jude bellingham so i don't know what he's really like

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

you see, jude is without a doubt an affectionate man, but for me (I might be crazy), he might have a little trouble showing it (at the beginning of the relationship); I feel like it's harder for him to show affection romantically than when it comes to family/friends

but of course, have no doubt that as your relationship progresses, that man will have no qualms about showing how affectionate he can be at all times

b = best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

it would definitely be something jude would appreciate a lot. Being an extremely famous soccer player has its advantages, but at the same time it brings with it a lot of self-interested people who don't really care about him and just want fame. So when he realizes that you're not one of those people and that you really want to get to know Jude the person and not "Jude Bellingham," it will certainly be something fantastic for him and he will be very happy because he also wants to get to know you and he wants you to get to know him as he really is. Obviously, at first he wouldn't open up right away. When I think of Jude, I imagine a very smart and even suspicious man, someone who is not easy to impress or figure out, so I imagine it would be something gradual. He would let you in little by little and that would make everything more real and interesting.

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

he certainly loves giving and receiving affection, especially when he is intimate with the person; he's clearly someone who grew up in a structured family and who always provided him with affection and love, so I think he has no problem showing it to someone he cares about/loves

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

jude is a young man who clearly likes to hang out and have fun, but I feel like he would definitely become more domestic with you (which is what I would want if I were with him, since I hate going out) and would definitely love to spend a lot of quality time with you, whether it's watching a movie or talking or even enjoying some good food

as for housework, to be honest, I don't think he's very good at it lol and he definitely doesn't know how to cook, as he himself has said (we would go hungry because I'm not a good cook either); I think you could have a little work with him in that aspect, but with time he would get the hang of it, as you teach him (and push him a little too lol)

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he would definitely do it in a direct and honest way, as painful as it may be; I can't imagine him procrastinating or trying to smooth things over. if you broke up because it wasn't working out anymore or because you didn't have feelings, he would handle it better, but if it was because of lack of time or any other reason that forced you to break up, I don't think he would know how to handle it very well (even if he had been the one to break up)

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quickly would they want to get married?)

i don't think jude is against marriage, but i think he certainly doesn't think about it right now. he's clearly 100% focused on his growing career and enjoying his youth so even if he was completely in love i don't imagine he would think about a commitment to the level of marriage; at most, a serious relationship

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he is visibly a very gentleman, although I think he has his moments – like everyone else – of being in a bad mood or rude

when we talk about the emotional aspect, I think he is a bit of a "stuck" man; I don't imagine him being someone who is easy to show emotionally

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

come on, it's no secret that this man loves hugs and if I'm sure of anything in this life it's that his hugs are wonderful. just watch the way he hugs people, strong and tight and so sincere. I feel that his hugs convey a great sense of security and protection and I imagine that is exactly what he wants you to feel when he hugs you; simply so comforting.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

as sweet and caring as jude can be, I think he understands the weight and meaning of an "I love you" very well and he's definitely not saying it without really feeling it; I imagine it will take him a while to say it, since he wants to be sure that he really means it, but when he does say it, it will be extremely sincere and loud and clear

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

jude gives me very possessive vibes, as if he were saying "what's mine is mine and no one else's" and I feel like that would definitely fit you; he knows that you're not an object but a person with feelings and desires, but you're simply stronger than him. he would definitely hate to see you giving more attention to someone else — especially if it's a man — than him. at the end of the day, he wants you all and completely for himself

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

jude's kisses are definitely intense, that man exudes confidence and intensity; his kisses can't be any different. he will simply kiss you hungrily, but not in a hasty way, it will be intense and passionate as he grips your waist and presses you against some surface.

as for the places he likes to kiss you, I think he just wants to enjoy every part of you so he just explores everything he sees in front of him, leaving hot kisses on your neck, your bust and even your shoulders

when we talk about where he likes to be kissed, I quickly think of his neck, that man must get weak having you leaving tender kisses and little love bites on him while grabbing his muscles.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

although he insists that he doesn't want kids, the way he is extremely affectionate and good with kids tells a different story. the way kids love him and get along with him is something that makes your uterus itch, and it also makes your imagination run wild imagining that man being the father of your babies; jude exudes daddy material

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

well, mornings with jude are hectic, unfortunately since he has training so he wakes up early and barely has time for anything other than getting changed and eating something. now when he has time off or is on vacation you will definitely spend more time in bed talking and having soft, lazy sex

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

well, the schedule definitely varies a lot depending on his routine. On a non-game day, you'll go out to dinner together, sometimes at a nice restaurant (he once said he loves going out to restaurants) or, if he wants more privacy with you, he'll just ask his chef to prepare something. He loves talking to you and is definitely telling you every detail of his day and wants to hear every detail of yours too. Maybe you'll watch a movie together until a kiss here and there makes you take things to the bedroom. He definitely loves sleeping with you close to him.

on a game day, you'll watch him — if you don't have anything from school/work to do. I think his late-night schedule will depend a lot on the outcome (and his performance) of the game. If you win, he'll want to celebrate with you, but if you lose, he'll definitely be completely irritated and grumpy and you know you need to give him space to think a little.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

like I said, Jude doesn't seem like the kind of man who is easy to open up to emotionally in a romantic way so I think he only started opening up more and more after he gained a lot of trust; you would probably be the first to do it and he would notice how much you trust him and start doing the same — little by little.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

let's be honest, as loving and kind as he is, Jude clearly has a strong temper and gets angry easily; although, I think he controls himself quite well. from what we see and hear of him, we notice that he has a dominant personality (he tends to lead and control situations) and people like that usually hate to lose control of something and see that things don't go as they planned and when that happens they just explode first before solving what went wrong. in short, I think he's the kind of person who will explode when something goes wrong and get absolutely pissed off — and will definitely want to be alone — and then calm down and immediately act to solve the problem (I feel like he doesn't like to leave anything hanging, always wanting to solve everything)

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

jude is a very observant man and has a good memory from what we can see (the way he remembers fans/people he saw a while ago). for me, he would definitely pay attention to every detail and remember them all, especially since it's about you

r = remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

since he has an extremely busy life, I think his favorite moments with you will be those that are just the two of you and that are extremely comfortable and intimate where you talk sincerely and lightly, with him being able to be himself without any fear

maybe your first time could also be a memory that he will keep very fondly; he feels that it was different from anything he had experienced up until then, since it wasn't not only superficial pleasure

s = security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

it is extremely obvious how protective Jude is of those he loves and cares about; he is definitely sparing no effort when it comes to seeing you protected and safe. I think he is the kind of guy who will always be keeping an eye on your social media to see what people are saying about you and will always be there to show you that the negative things they say about you are lies; I also imagine that he will definitely not like the idea of ​​you walking around alone. besides, he will always want to see you happy and comfortable

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

you see, that is an English man, he definitely likes to show how important you are to him and he is definitely sparing no effort to do so; I don't even need to say that he's clearly not letting you pay for anything, even if you insist, and he's definitely not being frugal when it comes to buying you gifts, but hey, he doesn't just want to show off expensive gifts, he wants you to really like them and have an important meaning for you (and he definitely wants to be reminded every time you look at the gift he gave you)

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

i feel like he's messy (in terms of leaving things lying around the house) and lazy when it comes to helping with the housework; I also imagine him being stubborn and doing things his own way

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

there's not much to say when it's all there in front of our eyes; that man is extremely careful with his appearance. He knows he’s a handsome man and does everything he can to keep his appearance perfect. Furthermore, you can see that he’s extremely hygienic. You look at him and you realize how clean he looks and how nice he smells (many people who meet him talk about how delicious is his scent).

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

jude doesn’t seem like the kind of person who has an emotional dependence on someone; sure, he’s intense when he loves someone (especially his family), but not to the point where he can’t live without them. If you guys broke up or something like that, the emptiness would be there — obviously —, but it’s not like he’d stop living because of it. I also think he’d be proud to the point of hiding as much as possible how much he misses you, not wanting to show weakness.

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

obviously, self-interested people who are only with him because want something in return; superficial people (who don't see him as he really is or who are extremely superficial); people who are rude or who try to humiliate/put others down (that man is very kind and polite and he will definitely want someone identical in that aspect); I also feel that he doesn't like people who do everything to expose their lives (on social media or etc.). Jude is a very reserved man who loves his privacy and that of his family and would definitely hate a partner who insists on posting and showing everything

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

as he himself said in an interview, one of his favorite hobbies is taking naps so he definitely sleeps a lot, especially in the afternoon. I think he must be extremely tired when he gets home from training and doesn't want anything more than a cuddle and a good nap.

if you guys want to ask me for drabbles or one-shots, feel free (it can be fluffly, smut, agnst)

i hope you enjoyed it, babes 💋

[reidswhre]

secret santa; spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: based on the gift that jim gives to pam on the “christmas party” episode on the office! basically a secret santa!

warnings: absolutely fuffly

a/n: it’s september so that’s means december. i love christmas and i would not stop writing about the office i’m sorry (not really) english is not my first language, let me know any mistakes, also remember that my request are open!

Christmas is that time of year when the world seems to pause in a sigh of hope and joy.

The streets, normally gray and monotonous, transform into rivers of twinkling lights that dance with the wind, as if the stars themselves had descended from the sky to accompany humanity in its celebration.

The air is filled with a cold that doesn't bother you, but rather invites you to embrace a little tighter, to seek the warmth of a fireplace or the soft glow of candles in the window.

It was definitely your favorite time of year.

And you were determined to bring that spirit to the BAU.

"Hello! How is everyone?" You rushed into the office, carrying a pumpkin latte for each of your coworkers. You went to every desk, dropping off their coffee.

"Hey, sunshine," Morgan smiled broadly at you. "What’s with all this cheer?"

"It's almost Christmas, Derek! I’m so excited." You beamed, handing him his latte. "This is the best time of year, of life, of everything!"

Spencer smiled at your excitement. He wasn’t particularly crazy about Christmas—not that he minded it. It was a nice season, sure, but nothing that kept him up at night.

"So, because I’m super excited, I thought we could do a secret santa!" you told your teammates.

"What’s that?" Emily asked, looking a bit lost.

“You’re joking, right?” JJ stared at her in disbelief.

Everyone chuckled a little at Emily’s confusion.

“What? What’s going on? I don’t know what that is, guys,” Emily protested.

“It’s a game where everyone gets assigned a secret friend to exchange gifts with. And on the day of the exchange, you find out who your secret friend is, and you swap gifts based on their tastes, of course.”

Everyone turned their attention to Reid.

“The tradition of gift exchanges in December dates back to Roman festivals. ‘Who gives a gift gains prestige and creates an obligation in the recipient, who must somehow reciprocate the gesture, thus forging social bonds of hospitality, protection, and mutual exchange,’” Reid explained.

“Thanks a lot, Reid.” Derek laughed. “You just took the fun out of Christmas.”

“Don’t say that.” You lightly swatted Derek’s shoulder, scolding him.

“Anyway! Are you guys in? Please!” you begged your coworkers.

“Of course, sounds like fun,” JJ smiled at you.

“Good luck convincing Hotch,” Emily laughed.

“Are you kidding? He’s my best friend,” you scoffed with mock seriousness, making everyone laugh.

“I’ll tell Garcia,” Derek gave you a small pat on the shoulder, smiling at you.

You invited everyone to your house for a small dinner and to exchange gifts.

You were wearing a long-sleeve burgundy blouse, with a black skirt and tights, and your hair loose. You felt beautiful.

You had managed to convince Hotch; it wasn’t hard, he was really a sweetheart, just pretended not to be.

The gift exchange was planned, and you got Garcia. This made you extremely happy; you knew her well and had come up with a great gift for her.

She had been wanting a video game for a long time, but it was quite expensive, and she wasn’t willing to splurge on it.

How lucky that you were.

“Are you kidding!? I’m dying!!!” JJ screamed with excitement when she saw the watch Hotch bought her. Apparently, she loved it.

“It’s nothing.” Hotch gave JJ a small smile as she gave him a brief hug of thanks.

“Oh, cuties!” Garcia smiled.

“You know, I get to give a gift to my favorite cutie.” You approached Garcia.

“Shut up! Really!?” She squealed with excitement.

“Here you go.” You handed her a small box.

“AAAAH! How exciting!” With joy, the blonde with glasses unwrapped her gift.

“She seems quite excited.” Spencer, to your right, whispered in your ear.

“I hope so, because I won’t be able to buy coffee for a month,” you laughed.

Spencer watched you, feeling a bit nervous. He wasn’t sure if it was because he feared you wouldn’t like the gift he had for you or because you looked so pretty.

He didn’t believe much in Christmas magic, but lately, seeing you in those Christmas colors and scents, it definitely had to be magic.

“It can’t be, it can’t be, it can’t be!” Penelope repeated with euphoria when she saw the video game in her hands. “I adore you!” Penelope hugged you warmly.

“I adore you too, sweetie.” You gladly returned the hug.

“It can’t be, I’m going to play this at work all day.” The blonde said as she released you.

Then she remembered Hotch was in front of her. “I mean—no—you know—” She stumbled over her words.

Everyone laughed at seeing the girl struggling and started to spread out into their own conversations. So you decided to head to the kitchen for some chocolate.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” you told Spencer as you got up from your seat.

Spencer thought it was the perfect moment to give you your gift, so he followed you to the kitchen.

The truth was, he wasn’t thrilled about everyone seeing his gift. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything, just… it made him a little nervous.

“I love the decoration.” Spencer commented on the decor in your kitchen.

“Oh, really? I love decorating for Christmas!” You smiled, this season truly filled you with joy.

“Yeah… sure.” Spencer smiled nervously.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” You touched his shoulder, noticing he seemed a bit off.

“Me? Yeah, of course, it’s just that—umm—you know—I—” Spencer stammered. You looked at him puzzled, laughing a little.

“Here.” He handed you a box wrapped in red Christmas paper.

You gasped in surprise. “I’m your secret Santa?”

“Hmm” He nodded.

“Oh God!” You started opening your gift. You realized it was a large pink teapot. “It’s so pretty.” You smiled gratefully, you loved making tea.

“Yeah—well—umm, there are other things inside.” Spencer pointed to the teapot.

You looked at him curiously and opened the teapot. It was filled with small mementos of your friendship.

It had the ticket from the Redskins game you went to when you first met, the ticket from the first time you went to the movies, some colorful bands you used to braid Spencer’s hair from time to time, and many other things that reminded you of memories from your relationship.

This made you a bit emotional, causing your eyes to well up. “It’s so sweet.” You looked at him with misty eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry.” He whispered and used his thumb to wipe away a couple of tears rolling down your cheek.

“It’s just that—I don’t know, it’s so meaningful, it’s so sweet, Spencer, really.” You sobbed. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s okay, I—I thought you might not like it, I wasn’t sure if I should have just bought you the headphones you wanted.” He scratched his neck nervously.

“Are you kidding? This is perfect.” You set the teapot on the counter to hug him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his chest.

Spencer tensed a little but immediately returned the hug, soaking in your scent.

You pulled back slightly from the hug, not completely, so you were quite close.

“You know what could be the best Christmas gift ever?” He whispered against your lips.

“I have an idea.” You whispered back.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Hmm” You nodded as you leaned closer to him.

“It’s good we have the same ideas.” He finished by pressing his lips to yours, in a kiss as soft and sweet as the first sip of hot chocolate on a winter morning. It wasn’t a hurried or stolen kiss, but one full of meaning.

As the kiss continued, the world stopped. The laughter and Christmas carols in the background faded away with the touch of his lips.

Christmas was definitely magical.

[urfavfakeblonde]

can u write a smut where fem reader is a virgin and stiles is some what experienced and stiles goes slow with her??

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hi!! yes <3 thank you so much for requesting love

Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: lots of foreplay!! fuffly, fingering, HEAVY makeouts oml, game sex??? idk lol, p n v, virgin!fem!reader, implied!experineced!Stiles

mdni

I cautiously walk up the steps to his house, nervous fingers picking at my chipped nail polish. I take a deep breath as I knock on the door lightly, my other hand fiddling with the ends of my hair. It's just a study session, stop shaking. At least that's what I tell myself before the door opens softly, and I'm face to face with Stiles. He smiles at me, and I almost forget how to breath. "Hi," I say with a smile, eyes avoiding his gaze. He moves to the side to let me in, responding with a 'Hey'.

"Thanks for coming over," he says, closing the door gently. My mind is swirling with thoughts, emotions-- and honestly, I don't know how I'm going to get through this evening. "I'm pretty sure you understand English a lot more than I do," he remarks, turning around to face my timid figure. I smile, blush creeping onto my cheeks. "I don't know about that," I giggle, looking around the house as if I hadn't been here before. But before, I mean that was just a pack meeting, this--this is more than that.

Well, not really, were just studying, but this is the first time it's just been me and Stiles. Alone.

I follow him up the stairs, and into his bedroom. "Where's your dad?" I question, setting my bag down beside his bed. "Work," he replies, sitting at his desk, shoving aside all his crime papers. I nod, even though he can't see me, and look around his room. A simple grey wallpaper, the typical teenage boy posters; half-made bed, a lamp, and of course-- lots and lots of papers. Eventually, we sit on the floor, looking through my notes, (because stiles didn't take any) and write his English paper. "Okay, I'll quiz you. What's a Caesura?" Stiles thinks for a moment, staring up at the ceiling as he lies on his back. "When the punctuation is in the middle of the poem before the line ends?" He finally says, glancing up at me. I smile and nod, flipping to the next flashcard.

"Okay, what's a Syntax?" He looks back up at the ceiling and furrows his brows. "No clue," He utters, sitting upright. "It's the-" suddenly he takes the flashcards out of my hand as I give him a confused look. "I was gonna tell you what it was," I say, sighing. He looks at me, and I feel my heart flutter. Pink starts rising into my cheeks again as he holds the flashcard in front of him. "Tell me what it is," he asks. "Why? You're the one who needs the help Stiles-" he cuts me off by shushing my lips with his finger. My heart literally skips a beat as he slowly drags it down, my lip following obediently. He moves his finger back to the flashcard, an action that he believed to be nothing but innocent. He asked me something again, but I continued to stare at him, specifically his hand. "Y/n?" He asks, shifting his head to capture my eyes again. This stopped me from zoning out; quietly clearing my throat. "Sorry," I mumble while my fingers pick away my nail polish again. "What's a Syntax?" He asks again, eyes boring into mine. "The way the piece is structured," I say as he smiles. It's quiet for a moment, and when my eyes lift up, my gaze is locked with his.

"I have an idea," he says, standing up. He reaches his hand out for mine, and I take it hesitantly. "You've been helping me, it's only fair I help you." He says, pulling me to my feet. When I'm up, I notice how close I am to him, especially that he hasn't let go of my hand. I swallow hard, trying my best to maintain eye contact with him. "We'll play a game; you ask me questions and every time I get one right you have to take off one of your clothes," he whispers softly. My eyes widen, and I feel my heart starting to beat faster. "And if you get it wrong?" I whisper back, leaning in closer. He just smiles as he dips his head, connecting his lips with mine.

I cannot believe this is happening to me. I am fucking kissing Stiles Stilinski, my crush since elementary school and God does it feel just how I always imagined it would. The kiss is gentle, caring. I pull back slowly as I make eye contact with him again. I swallow hard and feel my hands start to shake a little in his soft hands. "Um, I've never really...kissed anyone before. Well, before now," I whisper, nervous beyond belief. He just smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "See? You teach me, I'll teach you." He gives me a comforting smile before cupping his hand behind the base of my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. This time, it's more feverent, hurried. Like he was going to lose me if he stops. I learn as he kissed, opening my mouth enough for his tongue to slip in, a gentle hum coming from my throat.

My hands, more comfortable now, move up to dance through his dark hair, nails gently scratching his scalp. He was taller than me, causing my head to have to lean up just to kiss him, but it felt magical. I felt safe in his hold, rough, but gentle hands tilting my head up to meet his kiss. He pulled away enough to kiss down my jaw, down to my neck as my head tilts back with eyes closed. My fingers continue to dance through his hair, a soft whine releasing from my mouth when he found my sweet spot. I felt him smirk against my neck, mouth traveling back up to meet my mouth again. He moves me backwards, letting us fall softly on the mattress. He kissed back down my jaw again, but further this time as he reached my collarbone. He sucked a hickey on the side, causing my core to ache and clench around nothing. "fuck sti," I whine, letting my hands fall to his biceps. He liked the nickname--I could tell; a soft smile forming on his kissed lips as he rested above me.

"Ask away," he whispers, leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over my neck. In a way, it was all almost too overwhelming, but somehow it felt like it was supposed to happen. I couldn't focus, not with my core aching, legs moving softly as if to get some release. "What's a -fuck,-an enjambment," I ask, hands roaming his body. "Mhm," he kisses my collarbone again softly, lips trailing to my ear. "When the line ends with no punctation," he says, smirking as I nod. He lets his fingers dance under the hem of my shirt. He slowly peels it off, letting it slide over my head before throwing it on the floor somewhere behind him. He's quick to kiss my stomach, my body arching up into his gentle touch. "Next," he whispers, kissing the tops of my breasts. My breathing intensifies, hands running through his hair again. "How do you spell philanthropy," I ask, my teeth catching my lower lip. He looks up at me and grins, as he licks his lips. "If you wanted me to take my shirt off, all you had to do was ask," he chuckles, leveling his face above mine. "That's not how the game works, " I giggle, running hands down his arms. "I bet you don't even know how to spell that," he smiles, taking off his shirt.

The navy-blue cloths fall onto the floor with a quiet, thump as he repositions himself above me. "But you wouldn't know if I was right, would you?" I playfully ask, biting my lip. He chuckles softly, catching my lips in a kiss once again. My fingers trace his stomach, soft enough to make him shiver. "What's a metaphor?" I ask as he looks down at me. "A figure of speech when a word or phrase is applied to an object or action that has no real relation to the word," He answers proudly. This time, his fingers dance under the hem of my jeans, before his fingers undid the brass button and zipper. He helps me drag them down, before adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. "Fuck," he whispers under his breath, eyes taking in the thin white panties that so effortlessly match with the bra. I bite my lip, trying to overcome my nerves. My body wants to close up, run away but I can't bring myself to do it. Not when he's looking at my body like he wants to fuck me till morning.

His fingers hover above the straps along my hips before lifting them up slowly before letting them snap back against my skin. I gasp, the wetness in my panties growing larger, it was almost embarrassing. "How do you spell rhythm?" I ask, a grin forming on my face. He rolls his eyes, kissing my stomach. "r-y-t-h-m-n," he answers, confident in his answer. I giggle and shake my head, "r-h-y-t-h-m-n," I say, watching as he sighs in defeat. He slips off his jeans, throwing them in the darkness somewhere. "Okay, I see how it is ms. I'magoodspeller," he says, messing with the straps of my bra. My face starts to flush, the realization that this answer could leave me bare in front of him.

"How do you spell Indispensable?" I stay silent. I have no fucking clue how to spell that word. Fuck. "I-n-d-i-s-p-e-n-s-i-b-l-e?" I answer. "Wait no, it's with an "a"! I-n-d-i-s-p-e-n-s-a-b-l-e!" I say quickly, trying to retract my previous answer. "You got it wrong the first time, no take backs," He chuckles, hands slowly lifting down the straps to my bra before reaching behind my back to unclasp it. It lays limp until he slides it off my arms; perky nipples on display as goosebumps litter my body. He lets his eyes linger for a moment, admiring the sight before him. "Fuck you're pretty," he whispers, his rough hand moving up to massage the soft flesh. I bite my lip, watching as he leans down, pausing for a moment before taking the bud into his mouth. "Oh shit," I whine, my hands returning into his dark hair once again-this time pulling and tugging. He swirls his tongue around before sucking it gently to let it go with a soft pop! He kisses between my breasts, taking the other bud into his mouth to give it the same attention.

My body arched up into him, my clothed clit brushing against his hard erection in his boxers. "Please Stiles..." I whine, my core pulsing at the lack of attention. "I know, I know," he whispers, sucking onto that sweet spot once again. His hand finally travels lower, antagonizingly slow I might add, as he slips his fingers over my white, lacy panties. He begins to rub small circles over my clit, kissing my neck, jaw and chest as I arch into his touch. He brings his lips back up to mine, accepting my moans as he fastens his pace. My legs wrap around his torso, my aching and empty hole begging to be fucked for the first time. "Sti-I, fuck, please-" I whimper, head thrown back in ecstasy. God if he can do this with just his fingers-no his hand, then fuck. The wet patch in my panties begins to grow, fingers rubbing fast and small circles around my bud. "please, please, please...fuck sti!" I moan, hips moving back and forth to fasten the rhythm of his hand.

Suddenly, he slips his fingers into my panties, letting a digit slip into my sopping hole. I moan loudly into his mouth as he kisses me, letting another digit in to fuck me softly. My body starts to shake from the overwhelming feeling, the band breaking as he curls his fingers into my G-spot. My mouth opens as a loud moan escapes me, body shaking as he slips his tongue into my mouth, fingers riding out my high. "That's it, I've got you," he coo's, kissing my neck as my body settles down the shaking. I close my eyes, sweaty body breathing heavily against his chest. I feel him slip my panties off, throwing them in the pile of jeans and shirts. "You okay?" He asks, caressing my face softly. I nod, licking my lips. "I want more," I whisper. "Please." He smiles at my question throwing off his boxers. "Whatever you want," he answers, kissing my cheek. He leans over to his drawer, grabbing a condom as he slides it over his length. He leans down to kiss me as he moves his hands under my legs, bending them forward as he pushes into me. I let a satisfied whine out into his mouth, the feeling of him inside me already feeling so good. He kisses me deeply, letting his tongue explore my mouth. He starts slow, letting his forehead connect with mine, heavy breaths coming from our mouths.

"Fuck you're amazing," he groans, pushing out slow before bottoming out quickly. This let moans come as they will, back arching off the bed, and the steady shaking from my legs to make it all feel so lifechanging. It didn't take long before I felt the cord in me about to break again, my hands cupping his neck as I moaned out soft praises. "Sti-" I whine, met with a groan from his lips. "Fuck, I know, me too-" he says, fastening his pace. My legs began to shake once again, breathing becoming heavier than before. "Fuck, please Sti-oh shit," I moan, hips meeting his thrusts. The cord finally snapped, body arching up off the bed as Stiles kisses my neck again. "Fuck," he groans, pulling out quickly to release in the condom. He lays next to me, tracing my stomach softly. "Are you okay?" He whispers, sitting up. I nod and smile, glancing at him. He smiles back, going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and return with a wet rag. He drags it across my body, soaking up the sweat and spit from his kisses. "You wanna stay the night?" I nod as he leans down to kiss me.

[thir10th]

The getaway pt.3 - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

ALL OF THESE CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONES

summary: You decide to put the hot tub to good use tw: smut, hot tub sex, fingering, veeery soft Emily, fuffly fluff, breast play? (still don't know how to call this lol) a/n: this one is bit shorter, but it has a good amount of tooth-rooting fluff. Any kind of feedback is GREATLY appreciated!!! Hope you enjoy!

You let out a long, deep sigh as you relax into the warm bubbling water. Watching as steam swirls up and away from the hot tub into the cold air of the room, the dusky sky prickles with the first sign of stars showing on the darkness starting to set, fully visible through the large windows.

Your eyes close as you feel the light pressure of the constant massager of the walls on the jacuzzi, the sweet scented bubbles surround you, in a matter of seconds you are completely covered by them.

You had somewhat of an odd morning, after putting some assholes in their place, then a lovely shower with your girlfriend.

You shared a delicious meal, which Emily had spent holding your hand over the table for its entirety, she insisted, because who knows when you would have that freedom again? Without having to worry about going to the same restaurant as a colleague.

Just the two of you, table for dos like she had told the waiter, getting a giggle out of you, and your hands tied together over the tablecloth, not bothering to let go, not even to grab your fork.

You had spent a lovely evening at the pool, this time Emily accepted to go for a swim with you, but it ended after she tried to grab your ass under the water for the seventh time, and you suggested it was time to get out, you sat with a book in your hands, watching as Emily fell asleep behind her sunglasses, her own book still in her hand.

Yes, definitely a wonderful day, and as you watched the sun set from your window, Emily suggested you put the hot tub to good use, luckily for you, dinner is served late.

Just as you become lost in your daydream, you awake to the sound of your girlfriend’s steps.

Emily tip-toeing to were you lay, dressed with her robe, and holding two glasses of red wine, handing you one, you nod in acceptance "thank you" you mutter, and take a sip, leaving it next to you.

She gets to the tub and removes her robe, revealing a crimson red bikini covering very little of her body.

Not that you were complaining of course. Had she even packed something that actually covered anything?

You eye her up, her tender smile warms up your heart. "This is cute" you say, tugging your finger on the string of her bikini bottoms. She scoffs, taking a sip of her wine "You are cute yourself, baby" she says, making you slightly blush.

Her slim, toned legs dip into the warm water one at a time and she lowers her body in with a gasp, "Oooh, that's warm!", she laughs, wading over to sit next to you.

"I see you found the wine" you say reaching behind you to get your glass.

"You know i always do" she added wryly, rising her glass "to us" she smiles.

"to us" you repeat, clinking your glasses together before taking a satisfying swig of the liquid, the bubble dancing on your tongue.

You thoughtfully watch as Emily takes a few sips from her glass before setting it aside and resting back into the warm water.

"I feel so lucky"  she muses, smiling fondly at you. Her tone becoming mellow, almost melancholy.

"What do you mean?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Us... this..." she says, scooching closer to you, gesturing with her hand to make you look around the room, "You know we were this close to not make it" she adds, referring to how your relationship had taken a little long to start.

"yeah, i know..." you grab her hand to hold it, caressing her palm with your thumb.

"Sometimes I wonder what would've happened, you know, if things had been different, if our paths had never crossed" she utters.

"I would've found you, maybe at a bar, too afraid to approach you, and then maybe thought about getting you a drink" you start wondering, Emily seems to enjoy your daydream, and joins in.

"Or maybe, I would've been the one who eyed you at a bar, and thought about you for months before calling my Interpol contact to find you" a malicious smile crossing her face.

"Emily Prentiss you cannot use your Interpol contact just to find a girl you met at a bar!" you reprimand her, she giggles at your reaction.

"I can if the girl was you!" she says still laughing, which makes you laugh too. "mh- good answer" you approve, and she tilts her head to give you a chaste kiss, you smiling against her lips.

"Ok, and what if we hadn't fallen in love?" she asks, wanting to continue with the 'what if' game.

"I don't think there's any universe in which i wouldn't fall in love with you, Em" you declare, but she pushes through.

"Ok, ok, fair enough, then when was it?" she says, changing the question now.

"when was what?" you ask, taking another sip from your wine.

"when did you realize you were falling for me?" her thumb caressing the back of your hand reassuringly.

The question takes you by surprise, you know it isn't so common for Emily to open up like this, however, since you had started dating, you had lost count of the times she had opened up to you like this.

It was during the late nights, until one of you drifts off, the random questions she'd blurt out when she couldn't fall asleep.

That one time when you asked 'Em, would you still love me if i was a worm?' and then her response 'Babe if you were a worm i'd build you a little house next to my bed so you could sleep next to me, i'd keep you in my pocket all the time to kiss you, and carry you around with me' and the way it had made you smile.

Still, you treasure this moments and the way she tells you she loves you every day, how she insists to hold your hand, to kiss your face whenever she can.

"well, i don't think i can put a finger on it, it just happened" you rely on the sensation of the warm water bubbles around you, Emily takes another sip of her wine, you observe her lips as she does and you feel the need to elaborate some more.

"i guess, i felt something completely new when i shook your hand" you play with her fingers, rolling yours between hers where your hands are still interlocked.

"then i realized how nervous it made me to look at you, and to speak to you" you continue, her hand caress yours, massaging your fingers.

"how dare you! Nervous my ass, you flirted with me all.the.time! I was the one who melted everytime you came to my vicinity!" she blurts out, acting offended. Her laugh is contagious, making you giggle, realizing there's a degree of truth in what she says.

"Ok, ok, you're right, but i did get butterflies every time, that's true" you defend yourself. You both laugh, stealing a couple of kisses here and there.

"and what about you?" you ask, pulling away from her to take another sip of your glass, she does the same "when did you know?" you repeat the question.

She makes a pause, leaving her glass again, then looks down as if trying to find the words, and then looks up at you.

"Well, I could tell you it was the first time I saw you, and it would be true, but you wouldn't believe me, and you would say it's superficial" she starts, you chuckle, but nod on agreement.

"there's just no way you fell in love with me when we first met, we barely spoke" you refuse.

"see? i told you you wouldn't believe me, so i chose another moment" she says, taking a pause, and then her eyes meet yours, her gaze always soft and fervent, you notice how her pupils expand, the alcohol and the setting probably contributing, but mostly you can tell it's the conversation that's got her so soft.

"On my first week, I was still new to everyone, and then… you went by and, you were talking to JJ about,… I don't remember what it was exactly, i think something about Rossi's last wife, and then you came by to me, with JJ behind you, and you... sat in my desk" she smiles baring her teeth, biting her tongue, her signature face when she is kind of embarrassed to say something, a soft pink shade blushing her cheeks.

"And that's when you knew you had fallen in love with me?" you ask in disbelief.

"yes! I mean, it was the gesture! You directed the focus to me, brought the conversation to my desk so i could feel included, it was such a sweet moment, and it was so natural for you. So i looked up at you, and you smiled at me, and i... just knew. 'I'm gonna sleep with this woman’ ” her playfullness making you chuckle.

"Em! Don't ruin it!" you say, hitting her arm playfully.

"I'm serious!" her voice soft and sincere now, you feel a warmth spread through your chest "I was trying to make you feel welcome," a nostalgic smile curving your lips.

"but i guess i was the one who ended being captivated" you finish, Emily laughs lightly, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"You did more than captivate me. You made me feel seen. You still do, every day." She leans in, pressing her lips gently to yours, the kiss filled with love and promise.

You hold her close, savoring the moment, the taste of wine on her lips, and the warmth of the water enveloping you both.

"I love you" you murmur against her mouth, feeling a rush of gratitude for this incredible woman beside you.

"mh- I love you too" she replies, her fingers tracing a path up your arm, her palm reaching to rest your faace.

The heat grows between you, you trap her lower lip between yours, tugging and biting a bit too hard with your teeth, the way you know she likes it, it grows a life of its own.

"That's enough wine" she says, pulling away from you, and taking your glass from your hand along with hers, leaving them both out.

The heat spreads through your body just by looking at her, her soft, muscular back visible when she turns to leave the glasses. You stand up from your spot.

She turns back around. her eyes meet yours at first but leave fast to look down at your figure, her mouth opened in shock, it takes her a second for her astonishment to turn into a devious smile.

"You forgot your suit" she says, her eyes still running up and down your naked figure.

"I know" you say with a smiliar smile to hers curving your mouth, biting your lip.

Her hands hold yours, and she pulls you to make you straddle her, you place one leg on each side of her. Her hands hold your thighs, her fingers tightening up on your soft flesh, her breath warm against your neck.

Emily feels a deep throbbing between her legs as you start to grind on her lap. She pulls your hips towards her, kissing your hungrily.

She let a hand drop between her legs to tease your entrance, letting out a gasp of pleasure.

"Oh Em", you breath heavily, making a poor attempt to restrain yourself. You roll your hips forward, searching for friction from Emily's hand.

You push your fingers inside her panties and stroke at Emily's bud, "You always make me feel like so good", she whispers, trying to reach for the curve of her neck to kiss it, you laugh breathily.

"Oh gods, me too!", you sigh blissfully, rubbing yourself up and down on Emily's hand. "Don't ever stop", she adds.

You both come together, your tongues dancing into each other's mouth as you kissed each other deeply, desperate to get closer and closer. 

As the kiss deepens, you pull away for a moment to slide Emily's bikini bottoms down her legs, not giving her a second before pulling her back onto your lap.

You run your fingers back and forth through over her sensitive clit, watching in awe as she closes her eyes in ecstasy, her head tilted up.

You alternate between circling her bud and running your fingers back to her entrance before pushing two fingers inside of her.

Emily groans out loud, holding tightly onto your shoulders as she accustoms to the feeling, letting her hips lower onto your hand.

She slowly rolled her hips back and forth on your lap, hitching her breath in pleasure as your fingers graze that sweet spot inside of her.

Whilst you hold your hand in place for her to pish onto, you use the other hand to pull her top down, taking her breast into her mouth, gently grazing with her teeth and swirl yourr tongue around Emily's hardening nipple.

She whimpers and pushes harder onto your hand, her pace quickening. "Baby, that feels so good", she sighs, bucking her hips onto you.

"Tell me what you need.." you mutter.

"Mmmm ..", she groans "Harder, darling. A bit harder".

Her wish is your command, you pick up your pace, pushing up firmly into her.

"Mm-hmm", Emily nods, her face flushed with the heat of the water, her breasts pushed up against you.

She kisses you deeply one more time, you use your thumb to brush speedily over her clit, Emily's thrusts becoming irratic and desperate.

Emily squeezes hard at your thighs with her own, pulsing waves of pleasure jolting through her, as her climax burned through her body.

She breathlessly comes to rest in your lap, blissful and calm.

You rub her back as she slump forward, recovering her breaths.

"Oh baby, that was lovely", you chuckled, as she lifts herself upright to kiss you.

"I'm glad" you say, another breathless lough scapes through your lips, resting your head over her shoulder and closing your eyes, resting in the moment.

"I will get my turn, though" she threatens.

"Oh, I'll be waiting for it" you say, now you both look at each other, starring into you, the softness of her gaze lingers onto your eyes, as she brushes her soft fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your face.

"Oh, it's coming" her fingertips caress your face, "so be ready" she purrs, another soft chuckle escaping your lips.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Sorry for the wait! I know this one is way shorter than the past two, but i wanted to do something sweeter and i already have ideas for the next one's that i wanted to get to asap.

I hope you like it! Feedback is greatly appreciated, like and reblog if you like this and you want me to write more! <33

[theoriginalsapphic]

a newfoundland dog for sure

This is research for my mermaid au. Don't forget to comment the breed of dog or cat Will would get too

[k-l-ng]

Non-existent MDZS Fanfic's summary 3

"Step-father"

Lan Sizhui & Wei Wuxian

Lan Sizhui & Lan Wangji

Parental!Wangxian

Hurt/Comfort, Found Family

Lan Sizhui doesn't remember Wei Wuxian at the Guanyin Temple.

Wei Wuxian becomes Lan Wangji's husband. Then he realizes with horror that Lan Zhan has a son, and he hasn't asked for said son's opinion before shoehorning his way into their family.

Sizhui is a sweet child. Kind and smart, maybe a bit too obedient for his own good. A perfect little Lan.

The last time Wei Wuxian tried parenting, he'd had a 3 year-old boy in his care. He'd left the kid behind to turn himself into red confetti.

Wei Wuxian, unexpectedly, manages to become a quite decent tutor to the Lan disciples. But how to become a father ?

Should he try some family bonding activities ?

Wei Wuxian sets out to get Sizhui warmed up to him.

Going out and talking with the teen is thankfully easy and fun. Sizhui doesn't hold any prejudice against him, and he even makes a point of saying he enjoys Wei Wuxian's company. That in itself is enough to cause his eyes to water.

He learns about Sizhui's childhood. His first friend -Lan Jingyi, of course-, his first days of class, of sword training, of nighthunting.

He smiles at stories of Sizhui growing loved by his father and uncle, and his grand-uncle(!). Being patiently taught how to play the Guqin. Being gently offered the Xiao to try. Being playfully buried under a pile of fuffly rabbits.

He learns about the more mischievous(!!) side of his step-son. His first punishments (after being caught helping Jingyi copy rules, after trying to raise a rabbit in his room, after spicing up his and Jingyi's food once and getting found out because they kept blowing their nose.)

He is subjected to a terrifying kind of love, so strong and so freely given, by a heart so big he's scared it would one day be inevitably hurt.

He sees Sizhui's willingness to share his home, his father's love, because it would make them both so happy.

He keeps learning about how wonderful his newfound son is.

Then, there is also Sizhui's favorite childhood toy : a familiar paper butterfly.

There is Sizhui's former unexplained belief that being planted in the dirt like a radish would make him grow bigger and give him playmates.

There is Sizhui's nose, which reminds him of Lan Zhan's, and another boy's too.

There is the way Sizhui's just blurted out 'Xian-gege', himself confused by this way of address.

Wei Wuxian looks at Sizhui, a-Yuan, and doesn't dare to hope. He wonders.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 • 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

Summary: English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes… I was thinking about something fuffly + smut. Like the reader being innocent and a shy person. She and jude got into their relationship recently and they have had no sex yet bc jude don’t wants to pressure her to do anything (but ofc he wants have sex w her), especially when he starts to realize how innocent she is… he thinks she’s too cute and at the same time he wants to ruin her, he feel the need to protect her. But when y/n is in a convo w her girlies friends and one of them asks about her sex life w jude and she don’t know what to say, she would be curious about it but would be too shy to talk w jude about it he would find it weird that she was quiet and looking bothered by something and would talk w her. After insists a lot, she finally says about all the stuffs that she heard about her friends and she would be “idk how react” and jude gets fully turned on by her innocent but makes he’s best to not show ithe tries to find a way to explain for her without destroy her innocent but she wants to know about everything and she wants him to do everything w her bc she wants to be his.

Genre: smut, fluff

Warning: MATURE CONTENT, virgin reader, sex talk, innercourse unprotected sex, cursing, innocent reader(?)

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x f reader

Word count: 1.6k

Jude Masterlist

Enjoy

You wonder what it’s like to have sex.

While driving over to your boyfriends place after a day of hanging out with your friends, that thought popped into your head. What was it like to have sex? Was it the worst thing in the world or was it the best thing in the world?

The way your friends described it, it was the best thing ever. It was as if your souls were intertwined together. A step in your relationship that was huge as they said.

You’ve never got to experience that. Nah You were a virgin, innocent as can be. Sure you touched yourself, but you never had anyone else touch you.

You wondered if your boyfriend Jude thought about having sex with you? You wondered if he ever wanted to do those special things your friends talked about, with you. You’ve only been together for 2 months and he has never pressured you into having sex with you and you love him for that. But you wondered if he wanted you as much as you imagined.

-

You turned your car off once you reached Jude’s apartment.

You walked up to the front door and knocked. A few seconds went by before the door opened revealing your smiley boyfriend.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” You smiled back.

Jude pulled you into the door and hugged you right before he kissed you.

“how are you?” Jude shut the door and you began pulling off your shoes and coat off.

“I’m good. Just got done hanging out with my girlfriends.”

“ok well that’s nice. I’m about to order some food and maybe we can watch a show or something. How does that sound?”

“Sounds pretty good.” You smiled at him. Jude kissed you one more time before he went off to order dinner and you went to the couch.

-

An hour passed by your food arrived. You put on a show and you both sat on the couch to watch it while eating.

Throughout the whole show you were very antsy. You couldn’t sit still. Every few seconds you would change your position on the couch. Jude took notice. He tried to ignore it, but after a bit he couldn’t.

“Love, what’s wrong?” Jude picked up the remote pausing the TV. His hands found your waist under his hoodie you had borrowed for the cold temperatures.

Judes hands on your waist wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with, but today it made chills run down your spine.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?”

“um…” You avoided jude’s eyes “its really fucking silly.”

“No it’s not. Tell me what’s going on in your head?”

You looked up into jude’s brown eyes. “um so when I was with my friends today, we were- well they went talking about sex and of course I uh.. I didn’t understand.”

You laughed looking down at your lap in embarrassment, but Jude put his finger under your chin making you look at him.

“What didn’t you understand?”

“I didn’t understand the sex positions they were referring to. Like missionary, doggy. Also they said when you have sex with someone it’s like your souls intertwine with each and the moment is very special and important. It made me wonder if you can explain it to me.”

You swallowed, happy to finally get that off your chest.

Jude loves how innocent you are. You were clueless, it made him feel things he hoped you didn’t notice.

“Baby, all those things they talked about are really interesting. Missionary is when the man is top and the woman is on the bottom. You’re face to face with each. Doggy isn’t the way. The woman’s non all four and the man’s behind.”

You nodded. “that’s interesting. So what about your souls intertwine? Is that true?”

Jude hesitated for a second before nodding. “yeah, but it’s only with someone special you know?” Jude ran his hand over his stubble chin then locking eyes with you.

“can you show me?”

Jude eyes widen. “you want me to show you?”

“Yes. Show me what it’s like to be fucked in missionary. Show me what doggy is. Show me what it’s like for our souls to be intertwine Jude.”

The abrupt wave of confidence came as a shock but you didn’t care. You needed this badly.

Jude looked at you, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth. He grabbed your face. “ok . Lemme show you.”

Jude kissed you. A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled you onto of his lap in seconds.

You moaned into his lips. Jude hand ran up your spine till he found your bra. He unhooked it with one hand.

“lets take my shirt off.” You said once you pulled away from Jude. You tugged the hoodie off of you and your bra. From the waist up you were nude. You just realized you were completely nude in front of Jude for the first time. You couldn’t help but get shy when you notice him staring down at your body.

“you’re fucking stunning.” Jude found your lips again. His hand left your back and found your breast. He rolled your nipple between his finger making you groan into his lips.

“take off your clothes. I can’t be the only one.”

Jude laughed. You slid off of him to let him remove his clothes. While he did that you pulled off your jeans. Leaving you in your black lace panties.

Jude was completely nude now. “I’m going to show you what missionary is.”

Jude climbed onto of you. His fingers found our panties. He looked up at you for confirmation to take them off. To which you gave.

“Jude pulled them off of you. He leaned down, his lips found your stomach and he trailed kisses up it. Your breathing grow heavy at each touch of his.

When he reached your cleavage of your boobs, he looked up at you. “are you sure you want to do this?”

You ran your hand over the nap of Jude’s neck. “of course. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

Jude hummed an ok. you watched as he stroked himself a few times before placing himself between your fold, slipping in you slowly with ease from how wet you were.

Your heart slammed against your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut while he went further and further into you.

“You’re doing so good baby.” Jude said lowly. His lips finding your cheek.

“Are you ready for me to move?”

“yes.” You barely squeak out. Jude moved in you. A hiss fell from your lips from not being used to the feeling but it felt amazing nonetheless.

Jude started out slow but gradually grew faster. Both Your moans filled the room like a symphony playing the most beautiful music.

“omg Jude yes.” You grabbed ahold of his biceps as he thrust into you with everything he could give. The sounds you were making were music to jude’s ears. “You fuck me so good.”

You look up and smile slightly at him. Then your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“yeah?” jude smirks. He closed the gap between you both. You lips lazily moved against each other.

You tighten around him. You were close, the familiar burn in your lower stomach making you squirm beneath your boyfriend.

“you’re going to cum?” Jude pressed his hand on your lower stomach making you groan. All he could do was laugh at how he was make you feel.

Jude kept up his rapid thrust. He pressed his hand deep into that your tummy and that was enough to make you cum.

Your back arched off the couch and you moaned into Jude’s neck. Jude kept going to ride you through your orgasm, but also to help him reach his own.

“Fuck in going to cum.” He said through breathy grunts. He pulls out you then coming on your stomach.

The both of you sat there catching your breaths. When Jude finally was calm he got up and went to the bathroom right off the living room. He came back with a towel in his hand to wipe your stomach.

“so was that everything you dreamed about for a first time?”

Looking over at him you nod. “best thing ever. Thank you.” You kissed him before reaching down on the floor and picking up your hoodie and panties.

“but you haven’t showed me everything I’m looking forward to showing me the other stuff.”

You watched as Jude laughed softly. “don’t worry darling. I’ll show you everything.”

[valkyrieromanoff]

👻LOVE’S SPELL: Captain Rex  x you (day 23 of 31)

synopsis: during a mission, you unknowingly place a spell on Rex, which makes him be honest about his feelings for you.

warning: just fuffly

a/n:  Hello there, poor Rex was mortified, anyway, I hope you like it ;)

The mission with the 501st had started off as routine, but now, thanks to a certain Nightsister temple, it had taken a very unexpected turn. It all began when you, despite Captain Rex's cautious warning, picked up an old, enchanted book. The moment you muttered some unfamiliar words under your breath, a red smoke enveloped Rex, leaving him sprawled on the ground in a daze.

“Rex? Rex!” You knelt beside him, your heart racing with concern as you lifted his head gently onto your lap, brushing his face. Just as you were about to call for help, he blinked up at you with a dazed look.

“Am I in heaven?” he mumbled, his voice soft, and then with an odd, unfamiliar grin added, “Because I’m seeing an angel.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Did you hit your head?”

You ran your fingers over the back of his neck, searching for any sign of injury, but instead of wincing or pulling away, Rex hummed contentedly under your touch. That was odd. Rex never hummed.

Standing him up, you figured he might’ve been temporarily disoriented, but as the two of you made your way back toward the others, something was different—very different. Rex, ever the respectful and disciplined captain, now seemed... affectionate? His hand lingered in yours as he helped you down the temple steps, and when you reached the LAAT, he was right there, his hand steady at the small of your back, guiding you up the ramp with a level of care that bordered on possessive.

"What are you doing?" you asked, confused by the prolonged touch, his thumb grazing the fabric of your uniform just enough to make your heart skip a beat.

"Just my job, Commander," he said, solemn as ever, but there was a mischievous glint in his eye that you’d never seen before. "If you feel like you’re going to fall, you can throw yourself at me. I’ll catch you, with open arms."

Nearby, Fives snickered, clearly enjoying the show. “Did I hear right, or is Rex actually flirting with the Commander?”

You shot Fives a glare, but Rex—still in whatever spellbound haze he was in—just smiled wider, his hand not moving from its place on your waist. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur. “Remember that time we saved each other back on Felucia? I knew then that I’d follow you anywhere, even if it was just for a chance to hear you laugh again.”

Your heart stuttered at his words, taken aback by the sudden intensity. But Rex wasn’t finished. “And Geonosis, when I thought we were done for, but you looked at me with that fire in your eyes. I thought, if we made it out, I’d make sure to always stand by your side. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.”

Just as his words wrapped around you, enveloping you in a warmth you hadn’t expected, a subtle change rippled through Rex. His affectionate smile faltered, the ease in his posture stiffened, and something sharp flickered behind his eyes. His hands, which had been resting so gently, so possessively on your waist, fell away as if burned. 

Rex blinked hard, his gaze sharpening, and you saw the moment reality crashed down on him. The spell’s haze lifted, and with it, his usual composed self-awareness returned. His breath hitched as his expression shifted from soft affection to horrified realization. His brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched tightly, panic clear in his widening eyes as the weight of what he had just said hit him. 

“Wait, what did I just—?” His voice was shaky, tinged with disbelief, as if trying to retrace the steps of the last few minutes and piece together how he, Captain Rex, had allowed himself to be so vulnerable—so open. He stumbled back a step, almost tripping over himself as he recoiled from you, hands half-raised as if to put distance between you and his words. “I— I didn’t mean to—”

You could see the flush rising in his cheeks, a deep red that contrasted with his usual stoic demeanor. His wide-eyed gaze flickered between you and the ground, his thoughts scrambling for an explanation, a reason to undo what he had just done. It was as if all the confidence he had just moments before—the bold flirting, the lingering touches, the confessions—was being overwritten by mortification. He was the Captain of the 501st, disciplined, restrained, and professional. He wasn’t supposed to act like this, especially not toward his Commander.

“Commander, I—" Rex tried again, his voice cracking with strain as he fought to regain control, but you could see the struggle in his eyes. It was as if every word he had said while under the spell was now haunting him, crashing through his mind, reminding him of each soft-spoken confession.

His hands balled into fists at his sides, his lips parted as though he wanted to apologize, explain, do something—anything to undo the intimacy he’d let slip. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he stammered, his voice faltering, and his eyes darted away, unable to meet your gaze any longer. “I don’t know what came over me. It wasn’t— I wasn’t in control—"

You watched him spiral, the guilt flooding his usually calm and composed exterior. But instead of saying something to stop it, you stepped closer, closing the space he had tried to put between you. You could still feel the echo of his earlier words, the way his voice had softened when he spoke about your missions together, the fondness laced in his tone. You didn’t want him to feel ashamed of those moments, because they hadn’t felt wrong to you. In fact, they had stirred something deep within you—something you hadn’t realized you were ready to acknowledge until now.

“Rex,” you said softly, your voice cutting through his rush of words, pulling his attention back to you. He finally looked at you, his expression a mixture of uncertainty and fear.

Before he could stammer out another apology, you reached up, your hand brushing gently against his cheek. His breath caught in his throat, and his body froze as if bracing for your reaction. You offered him a small, reassuring smile.

“Rex,” you repeated, your voice calm, steady, “it’s alright.”

He blinked, confusion washing over his features as he tried to make sense of your words. “What?”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. The warmth of your lips lingered against his skin for a moment, and you could feel the tension in his body melt away under your touch. His eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t pull away.

When you pulled back, you saw the mix of disbelief and curiosity in his expression. “Honestly? I kinda liked it,” you admitted with a teasing smile.

Rex’s mouth parted, but no words came out. He just stood there, stunned, his cheeks still flushed, eyes searching yours as if trying to understand whether he had heard you correctly.

A breath of laughter escaped you, and you stepped even closer, brushing your fingers along the collar of his armor. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Rex. You’re allowed to feel things. And... well, I didn’t mind hearing what was on your mind.”

His gaze softened, the tension in his shoulders slowly unwinding as he took in your words. For a moment, he was silent, processing everything. His breath slowed, and though the embarrassment hadn’t fully faded from his expression, there was something else there now—something quieter, more thoughtful. 

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, his blue eyes searching yours or any sign of doubt.

You nodded, your fingers still lingering on his armor. “Positive.”

Rex exhaled, a small, relieved smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Well then,” he said, his voice regaining a bit of its steadiness, “I guess we’ll have to be more careful around old books next time.”

You both laughed softly, and though the spell had long since worn off, you couldn’t help but feel that something deeper had changed between the two of you—a shift that neither of you were quite ready to leave behind.

[dummiebrat]

𝗢𝗵, 𝗡𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗶𝗮

Teacher! Mistress!Agatha Harkness x Student! Brat!Rio Vidal

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: In a rare moment of quiet, Rio kneels at Agatha's feet, reflecting on the time that has passed since their first intense interactions.

Notes: Fuffly (I think), Power Play, Brat Taming, Punishment (Not really), Nostalgia, Submission, Control, Provocation, Dominance.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe old university building stood like a sentinel against the fading daylight, its ivy-clad walls whispering of secrets and history. The corridors were quiet, the only sound the soft click of heels echoing as students made their way to their evening classes. But Rio Vidal was not heading to class. No, her destination was far more intimidating: Professor Harkness's office.

Rio paused outside the heavy oak door, her heart thudding in her chest. She'd been summoned here after her latest assignment had been returned with a scathing remark in Agatha's precise handwriting: "Unacceptable. See me immediately." The note had sent a thrill of nervous excitement through her. After weeks of teasing and pushing the boundaries in Agatha's lectures, she wondered if she'd finally succeeded in getting under the woman's skin.

Taking a deep breath, Rio smoothed down her plaid skirt, tugged at her white blouse to reveal just a hint more cleavage, and rapped on the door with a confidence she didn't entirely feel.

— Enter. — came the cool, authoritative voice from within.

The room was just as she remembered it -bathed in the amber glow of antique lamps, walls lined with books that seemed to lean in, listening. The scent of aged paper, leather, and something faintly herbal hung in the air, enveloping her as she stepped inside.

Agatha Harkness sat behind her massive mahogany desk, her posture regal, eyes fixed on a book as if Rio's presence was barely worth acknowledging. Her dark hair was swept back into an elegant twist, and those piercing blue eyes- when they finally lifted to meet Rio's- were as cold and discerning as ever.

— You're late. — Agatha remarked, her voice a blade wrapped in velvet.

— Apologies, Professor. — Rio replied, deliberately choosing the more formal address, hoping to provoke a reaction.

Agatha's gaze sharpened, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features. — I think you've been in my class long enough to know that I prefer to be called Mistress Harkness in this setting. Or have you forgotten even the most basic rules?

Rio's lips twitched into a smirk. — I must've missed that part of the syllabus, Professor.

Agatha's expression didn't change, but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes now. — Come here. — she commanded, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Rio hesitated only for a second before crossing the room, her steps deliberately unhurried, her chin tilted in defiance. She stopped just shy of the desk, close enough to feel the magnetic pull of Agatha's presence but not so close as to be within reach. She liked this game they played, the way Agatha's eyes would flicker with annoyance whenever Rio pushed the boundaries. But today, something told her the rules had changed.

— Closer. — Agatha instructed, a single elegant finger beckoning.

Rio complied, stepping forward until her knees brushed the edge of the desk. She could smell the faint, intoxicating scent of Agatha's perfume-something dark and spicy that sent a shiver down her spine.

Agatha leaned back in her chair, surveying Rio with a slow, predatory gaze. — Tell me, Miss Vidal, do you think you're clever?

Rio arched a brow, a teasing smile playing at her lips. — I'd like to think so. After all, isn't that what you want in your... students? A bit of spirit?

Agatha's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. — There's a fine line between spirit and insubordination. And you, my dear, have been skating dangerously close to it.

She rose from her chair in one fluid motion, moving around the desk to stand directly in front of Rio. The difference in their heights was negligible, but there was something about Agatha's presence that made her seem towering. She reached out, tilting Rio's chin up with a single finger. The touch was deceptively gentle, but the power behind it was unmistakable.

— Is this how you think to impress me? By turning in half-hearted work and flaunting your insolence? — Agatha's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of a thunderstorm.

Rio swallowed hard, her bravado faltering under the intensity of that gaze. — I thought you'd appreciate a bit of... challenge. — she managed to say, her voice just a bit breathless.

Agatha's eyes narrowed. — A challenge, is it? I see. Then let's test your mettle, shall we?

Without warning, Agatha's grip tightened, forcing Rio to her knees. It wasn't rough, but it was firm, leaving no doubt as to who held the power here. Rio gasped, her pulse racing, her mind spinning between fear and exhilaration.

— Kneeling suits you. — Agatha observed, her voice a purr. — Perhaps if you spent more time in this position, you'd learn a thing or two about discipline.

Rio's heart hammered in her chest. This was new territory. She had expected a lecture, perhaps a scolding. But this... this was something else entirely. And yet, there was a part of her-a dark, hidden part-that thrilled at the thought of being put in her place.

Agatha circled her like a predator assessing its prey, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. — You want to play games, Miss Vidal? Very well. But let me make one thing clear. — She paused, bending down to whisper in Rio's ear, her breath hot against her skin. — I always win.

Rio shivered, biting her lip to stifle a gasp as Agatha's fingers threaded through her hair, pulling just enough to force her head back. The pain was sharp, electric, but it was the look in Agatha's eyes that sent a thrill down her spine-a promise of control, of power, of something Rio wasn't sure she was ready for but couldn't deny wanting.

— Now, — Agatha continued, her voice dripping with authority, — you will address me properly, or you'll find yourself repeating this lesson until it sinks into that pretty little head of yours. Do you understand?

Rio's defiance flared briefly, but it was swiftly extinguished by the firm tug on her hair. — Yes... Mistress Harkness. — she managed, her voice a breathy whisper.

— Good girl. — Agatha cooed, releasing her with a satisfied smile. — Now, about that assignment...

For the next several minutes, Agatha detailed exactly how Rio had failed to meet expectations, her tone alternating between scathing critique and teasing condescension. Each word was a barb, designed to cut through Rio's defenses, to strip away her bravado until there was nothing left but raw, exposed nerve.

By the time Agatha finished, Rio was trembling, a mix of frustration, arousal, and something dangerously close to submission swirling in her chest. She wanted to hate this woman, to defy her, but all she could think about was the way Agatha's eyes darkened with satisfaction every time she made Rio squirm.

— Now, be nice, and stand up. — Agatha instructed, her tone softer but no less commanding.

Rio obeyed, her legs unsteady as she rose. She felt exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn't expected. But before she could gather her thoughts, Agatha's lips brushed against hers-a fleeting, barely-there kiss that sent shockwaves through her system.

— Consider that a taste of what's to come if you ever truly impress me. — Agatha whispered, pulling away with a wicked smile. — Now, run along, Miss Vidal. You wouldn't want to be late for your next class, would you?

Rio stood there, breathless and bewildered, her heart still racing as Agatha turned her back and returned to her desk, dismissing her as though nothing had happened.

For a moment, Rio was frozen in place, torn between the desire to stay and the need to flee. But ultimately, she turned and fled the room, her mind spinning with confusion, desire, and the promise of more to come.

As the door closed behind her, Agatha allowed herself a satisfied smile. The game had only just begun, and she had every intention of seeing it through to the end.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤAgatha Harkness reclined in her leather armchair, the amber light from the fireplace casting warm shadows over her face. A thick, leather-bound tome rested open on her lap, and she was utterly engrossed in its pages, her sharp blue eyes scanning line after line with the kind of intensity that left no room for interruptions.

But then, there was Rio Vidal.

Rio knelt at Agatha’s feet on a plush purple cushion, her usual posture of lazy sprawl replaced by an unusual stillness. She shifted now and then, her fingers absently tracing the embroidery of the cushion. It was rare to see Rio like this—kneeling without command, voluntarily silent and thoughtful. It was almost reverent, a testament to the years that had refined their once-tense power dynamics into something deeper, more nuanced.

Agatha’s eyes flicked up from her book, sharp and discerning. She watched Rio in that penetrating way of hers, a slow smile tugging at the corner of her lips. — I can hear your thoughts from here, pet. — she drawled, her voice low and teasing. — Would you like to share them, or must I drag them out of you?

Rio looked up, blinking as if pulled from a reverie. Her dark eyes glittered with mischief and something softer beneath. — Oh, just reminiscing. — she replied, her tone deliberately casual, as though she wasn’t kneeling at her professor’s feet like a supplicant. — Thinking about how I ended up here, at your mercy, again.

Agatha arched an elegant brow, snapping her book shut with a quiet thump. — Is that so? Reflecting on your many transgressions, perhaps? — she mused, leaning forward slightly, her interest piqued. — Do tell, my little brat. I’m positively riveted.

Rio let out a low chuckle, shifting on her knees to face Agatha more fully. — You know, it’s funny. she began, her voice taking on a lilting, almost sing-song quality. — I never imagined I’d find myself so... comfortable in this role. Not that I ever make it easy for you, of course. — She flashed a grin, that old defiance dancing in her eyes.

Agatha’s lips curved into a knowing smile. — Oh, you never make it easy, indeed. But you do make it entertaining. — Her tone was rich with amusement, but there was a softness to it as well—a fondness that had grown over time, even if it was rarely expressed directly.

Rio’s gaze grew distant for a moment, her smile fading into something more thoughtful. — Do you remember that first time you... really put me in my place? — she asked, her voice dropping to a near whisper. — The first punishment?

Agatha leaned back, crossing her legs as she considered. — How could I forget? You were insufferable, daring me to lose my patience. I believe it involved a rather thorough lesson in respect. — Her eyes glinted with the memory, but there was no malice in her tone, only nostalgia.

Rio let out a breathy laugh. — Yes, yes, it did. And I hated it. — she admitted, though the way her voice softened suggested otherwise. — Hated it... and loved it. I suppose it’s what kept me coming back, pushing you, testing the limits.

Agatha nodded slowly, her fingers idly tracing the spine of her book. — And look where that got you, — she remarked, her voice a velvet purr. — At my feet, where you belong.

— Only because I choose to be, — Rio shot back, though her words lacked their usual sting. — I could be sprawled across that sofa, you know. — She gestured to the plush chaise lounge by the fireplace. — But, I suppose I felt... nostalgic.

Agatha’s eyes softened just a fraction, a rare show of something almost akin to affection. — Nostalgic, hmm? I’ll take that as a compliment, my dear. — She leaned down, her fingers gently tilting Rio’s chin up. — You’ve grown quite attached to this life, haven’t you?

Rio shrugged, a coy smile dancing on her lips. — Maybe. Or maybe I just like the way you look when you think you’ve won.

Agatha let out a rich, throaty laugh, a sound that sent a shiver down Rio’s spine. — Oh, I always win, Rio. You’re the one who keeps losing, only to come crawling back for more.

Rio’s laughter joined hers, light and genuine, a rare harmony between them. For a moment, the room was filled with the sound of their shared amusement, the crackle of the fire, and the soft whisper of old books bearing witness to this moment of tranquility.

As their laughter faded, Agatha reached out to run her fingers through Rio’s hair, a surprisingly gentle gesture. — You’ve changed, — she said, almost as if to herself. — You’ve come a long way from that insolent student who challenged me at every turn.

Rio leaned into the touch, surprising them both. — Well, maybe I found something worth submitting to. — she replied, her voice softer than usual.

Agatha tilted her head, studying Rio with that same piercing gaze that had always left her feeling exposed. — And maybe I found something worth taming. — she murmured, her tone so soft that Rio almost missed it.

For a moment, there was silence, an unspoken understanding passing between them. It was a rare thing, this peace, this quiet surrender of wills.

Then, with a playful tug on Rio’s hair, Agatha broke the spell. — Enough of this sentimentality, pet. Fetch me a drink, and perhaps I’ll let you choose where to lay yourself next.

Rio smirked, rising gracefully from her knees, already feeling the return of her usual defiance. — Careful, Mistress, I might just take up your entire sofa.

— Then I suppose I’ll have to teach you another lesson in sharing. — Agatha replied, her smile as sharp as ever.

And with that, the dance resumed, a comfortable rhythm of power and play that had become their own peculiar form of affection.

[literaryavenger]

Hiii, I saw you asked for one-shot suggestions and I was thinking of something domestic and fuffly, a lazy morning with them not wanting to wake up and get up, things like that.

Sorry the request wasn't good, it's the first time I've made suggestions, but I appreciate your work 💕

I wrote this so quickly that I'm surprised my fingers could keep up with my brain, lol. Thank you for the request! I always appreciate some inspiration, and thank you for reading my stories!❤️

Also keep in mind it's like 2:30 am, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I did my best to catch them all.

Mornings Like This

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of YN. Language. Nothing more, just fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

Masterlist

One thing Bucky never thought he'd have was a chance at a normal life.

Before even the war, Hydra and everything that followed he didn’t think he’d be lucky enough to find a girl that loved him enough to build a life with him.

Now in the 21st century, the super soldier felt more out of place than ever.

Going from one fight after the other was exhausting, even if he was fighting with the people he came to think of as family, Tony included.

It still didn’t change the fact that he was tired, the kind of tired sleep can’t fix.

That’s why, right now, he can’t help but be grateful as he wakes up with you in his arms.

For Bucky, you’re everything. You’re his best friend, his most trusted teammate, you’re his hope, his dream, his angel sent by God himself.

You’re the person he trusts with every part of himself, he knows you’d never judge him, you always believe in him and you’re not afraid to call him out.

He can always trust you to be honest.

You’re the love of his life, his future. You’re the calm he’s been looking for his whole life. He still considers the day he met you the happiest of his life, and there’s not a day that goes by where he doesn’t remind you all of this.

Bucky opens his eyes slowly, still fighting to sleep a little longer, but as soon as he sees your face inches away from his he knows it's a losing fight.

He can’t help but smile as he watches your face in the most relaxed state, trying to commit every inch of it to memory just like he does every morning.

Today is one of those rare days where neither of you have anything to do; no training, no missions, no briefings, no outings.

A normal day where you can just be lazy like normal people do. Bucky lives for days like these, starting with one of his favorite activities: shamelessly staring at you.

"Are you watching me sleep, you little creep?" you say, not opening your eyes with a smile starting to form on your face.

"You bet your ass I am." He says proudly.

"Careful or I’ll tell Steve you used a bad word." At the sound of his laugh you can't help but open your eyes and the sight in front of you was nothing short of glorious.

Your super soldier boyfriend, shirtless, with a smile that could light up all of the stars in the sky looking at you like you hung up those stars just for him.

At this point you’ve woken up next to him more times than you can count, hundreds, maybe thousands, but this sight right in front of you never fails to knock the breath out of your lungs.

"Who’s the little creep staring now, huh?" he teases with a goofy grin.

"Can you blame me when my boyfriend is so pretty?" you see his cheeks getting pink and decide to tease him a little bit more.

"Awwe, my pretty baby’s blushing!" he groans as his face gets redder and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, while you keep cooing at him.

"Stooop." he says, his voice muffled. You’re laughing when suddenly he’s on top of you, tickling your sides.

"Say you’re sorry!" he says over and over while laughing, never relenting on his vicious attack.

"Never!" you're practically squealing at this point, tears coming down your eyes because of how much you're laughing.

"I can do this all day, doll!" and you know he could, so you finally give in.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, okay, just stop!" that seems to satisfy him as he stops tickling you but doesn't move away from on top of you.

Instead he starts peppering kisses all over your face, barely giving you enough time to catch your breath. "Bucky!" you can do nothing more than laugh, and the melodic sound is just an incentive for him to keep going.

Finally he starts slowing down, giving you one last kiss on the lips. But before he could pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you and deepening the kiss. He hummed into the kiss and after a few moments you let go of each other.

"Good morning, angel." he says while looking down at you with the sweetest smile.

"Good morning, handsome." you answer with a smile matching his.

He rolls off of you, but doesn't go very far as he pulls you basically on top of him and wraps his arms tightly around you. "Buck, I can barely breathe."

He shrugs. "You don’t need to breathe."

"Trust me, I do." you giggle while he loosen his hold on you. You feel him sight under you, so you raise your head to look him in the eye "Everything okay, baby?"

His eyes meet yours as he answers "Everything’s perfect, bunny. I wish we could stay like this forever…"

You can't help but smile at him. "Me too, honey…" but your smile falters a little when you glance at the clock on the bedside table.

"I hate to ruin the moment, but I have to get up." you try to get out of his arms, but he just holds onto you tighter, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Where are you going?" He gives you an adorable pout and you almost give up on your attempts to get up, not that they were going anywhere in any case. 

"I might’ve told Tony I’d help him test his new gadgets." you say with a sheepish smile.

"C’mon sweets, you can do that any day, just stay here with me a little longer." he almost whines, shuffling a little so you're on your sides and he buries his face in your neck, yet again.

"Buck, I promised him! I can’t just not show up." you chuckle at his almost childish behavior, glad that he feels comfortable enough around you to act like this.

"There’s no way I’m gonna let you get up to go test Tony’s death traps." His muffled words only make you laugh more.

"And what are you gonna do to keep me here, huh?" you challenge, as if you had any other choice with his tight grip on you.

He took his head away from your neck and looked at you for a few seconds before almost yelling "Hey Friday, can you let Tony know that miss YLN won’t be joining him today? Thank you." he has a victorious look on his face while the AI said "Certainly, Sergeant Barnes."

You groan and this time it's your turn to bury your face in his chest. "I knew teaching you to use Friday would come back to bite me in the ass." you can feel his laughter from deep in his chest and the kiss he plants on the top of your head makes you smile against his skin. 

"C’mon angel, let me see your pretty face." you can feel your face heating up but you look at him nonetheless. "There she is."

Bucky kisses the tip of your nose and laughs when you make a face at him that's supposed to be annoyed but he thinks it's just adorable.

"I love you, doll" He says after a few moments of silence. "I know I tell you everyday, but I can’t help it. I’m the luckiest man in the world to get to hold you and kiss you and love you and I’ll never stop doing it for as long as you allow me to."

You're about to cry, so, obviously, you have to ruin the moment "Fine! I’ll stay in bed with you, just stop being so damn sweet." he laughs at your joke, but you're melting inside so you decide to give him a serious answer.

You put both your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. "I love you too, Bucky. I appreciate everything you do for me and I’ll never not want you in my life. You’re the love of my life, my soulmate. You’re it for me. I’m sorry but you’re stuck with me."

He smiles and kisses you again. "I can live with that."

You're about to kiss him again when suddenly there's a loud knock at the door. You and Bucky look at each other, confused, until you hear a voice yelling behind the door.

"YN YLN WHAT DOES IT MEAN YOU’RE NOT GONNA HELP ME?! YOU PROMISED!" Tony keeps whining through the door as Bucky groans and throws his head back into the pillow in frustration, while you laugh at both the men’s antics.

You give Bucky a quick kiss before getting up. "This is your fault, you know." you tell him as you move towards the door, but before you can answer you get hit by a pillow on your back.

You look back to see Bucky laughing his ass off at the shocked look on your face.

God, he’s lucky you love him.

[lilybug-02]

Ahem-

i saw your "fursona pratice post" and i just had to draw this silly guy, I did it on my style, But hope you like! ^^

I did his ears look like "Moth Fuffly Ears" cuz for some reason he look like one to me?? ( lol ) but also look like just Big and very fuffly fox ears.

And ofc - HE HAVE RAD SPIKY HAIRRR!! With a cool feather mane 👌, Lion Tail and Bull feets, with big wings <3!! ( Silly snoot Asriel reference 👀 )

I put blue eyes to him cuz- uh well, he looks cool, yeah thats the reason. 😶

And ofc i can't forget his Red cool Shirt! 🔥

( and his silly butterfly tongue lol )

I think thats all?? It was really cool to draw him btw, i think i did A redesing by accident XD

Ah... yeah, i did that too-

Ok gonna sleep now, have a great day/night my Bread Friend!🚶

AHHHHH!!!! THis is AMaZing!!! eeee omg I love this so so much! This is such cool fan art! The spiky hair and big fluffy ears are perfection ✨🔥🌸🕊️ The amount of detail you put into this shows! >^< Thank you so much for the awesome art! 💜❤️💖💟

[my-maehem]

Since people have found my cringy first WIP of Seb— here’s another one but way better

I have no clue what I did but it actually looks like him—

I feel like I won’t be able to draw him like this for a long while HAHAAA

LOOK AT HIS F*CKING ADORABLE FACE— ITS SO FUFFLY IM GONNA DIE—!

[ilovereadingandstuff]

SAY UNTIL YOU BELIEVE YOURSELF, DARLING!!

Also, please take note that the Link Click Manwhua IS REALLY GOOD!! Like...what the actual fuck!!

Is it canon or not??

I find it so enjoyable truly because it touches slightly more of the domestic daily live of Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang. Like...a little bit more focuseed in the fuffly love they can give each other...

LOVE THAT THE MANWHUA IS AS GAY AS THE SHOW ITSELF, OR EVEN MORE!!!

[winchesterride]

So I kinda did something for Halloween:

“Y-you’re wearing…?” Dean asked and Sam made a soft expression, like he didn’t know what he was talking about. “Panties?” Dean whispered like it was some kind of crime.

“Do you wanna check?”

Dean nodded vividly and waited, looking at Sam’s hips, but Sam grabbed his hand once more and put it in his thigh. Dean looked at him, so he just nodded. Dean’s hand slid slowly until it hit his hip, touching the fragile fabric.

“Lace?” Dean asked, and Sam nodded again. “Doesn’t it… itch?”

“Yes it does, but I can…” Sam made strength down and moved his hips forward, making the fabric rub his penis. What resulted in him groaning softly. And Dean looked at him like he had been touched too, full of lust.

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This has nothing to do with Halloween, but Sam puts on a female costume.

They're both 16, not related and are in high-school.

There's virginity loss, a lot of talk, a bit angst, a bit fuffly a bunch of sex.

Hope you enjoy

[anyseany]

Bunnie 🎀🐰🎀

Warnings: ot8, adult content, suggestive, s/n lives with the boys, pack, hybrid!, chan leader, fuffly.

I just love this aesthetic, I don't know how many words they have, but it doesn't reach a thousand.

"Y/n, I already said no!" Chan screamed, making you cring for fear of the greatest, he knew he was wrong, but he still wanted to.

"Channyyyy…" he tried once again, manhando and lowering the long gray ears between the brown hair, but the look of the highest made you pull yourself together, while sniffling falsely.

"What's going on?" Minho arrived at the kitchen door, observing the situation seeing chan with a frown while trying to read your newspaper, and you sulking in a corner, ah, chan had a plate of gnawed and whole carrots next to him.

"Y/n wants to eat all the carrots in this house, you know she has to have a balanced meal, but she just wants to eat carrots." He says leafing the newspaper.

"Bunnie…" minho says leaning back on the door frame.

"No! "You say spoiled, not wanting to hear what minho wanted to say, interrupting him.

"Room, now." Chan says angry, downloading the newspaper for the first time in the morning, watching you snorting and walking hard to your room, aue had the door closed tightly.

"You know when she gets like that.." minho says calmly, making a slight face.

"I already bought her tampons, I was already waiting in reality." Chan says sighing, any of his cycles tired him mentally.

"Owow, what happened to bunnie?" Han arrives asking having the other boys on his curious footsteps with the big door knock..

"Is she close to menstruating?" Jeongin asks, some agree.

"No, when she's needy, she's close to menstruating, she only gets aggressive like that, when she's close to heat." Hyunjin says logically, and soon all the guys feel like hitting their own forehead because they are so stupid.

You see, you are a rabbit hybrid of eight guys, wolf hybrids, a pack, they all lived together, it was harmonious, you liked the guys, you loved in reality and they also loved you, your periods were lonely by choice of chan, he made everyone promise not to touch you until you are completely included in the gang, there have been three heats since then, even you

"As I didn't realize that, she just wanted to eat vegetables and carrots in particular."

Chan murmurs upset with himself, when you are close to heat, your primitive instincts attack quickly, especially in food and habits.

"Let's go to her." Seungmin spoke heading towards the room, soon the eight men were at the door, Chan leaned his face against it, hearing low moans and his grumblings.

"Stay here until I say otherwise, and don't come in even if she calls." I said seriously, he knew what would happen that afternoon, you had talked to him months ago about it that you were ready.

He had entered his room, locked the door as a precaution, the pink room and full of female props put his eyes used to the darkness of his room. There you were, lying on one of your giant pillows that easily served you as a bed, this one was shaped like a flower, you sweated, moaned low while your ears moved restlessly even though you were down.

He could feel the high temperature of your body, you burned with fever.

"Y/n, why didn't I say aue was close?" You opened your eyes, now blue, looking at Chan, who spoke calmly, but that was enough to make you cry.

"Is Chan still angry?" You ask trembling, great, chan thought, you talking like that, it was just another sign that you were on your period.

"Baby, I'm not angry." Chan said calmly as he approached and sat on the floor next to his pillow, you moved, standing face down to see him better, the

It was enough for his smell to spread through the room, making chan take a deep breath, feeling all his senses sharpen, including his hearing, which allowed him to hear the growls coming from the hallway.

"Will it be how we talked?" You ask sly, getting closer and closer to the biggest, being suggestive without realizing it, your small breasts being squeezed in short pajamas, and your prancing ass with your fluffy ass, making your caramel smell spread around the room more and more.

"Yes, bae, if you agree." Chan says controlled, and you nod, feeling dizzy with horny. "All right, stay here, I'll talk to the boys, yes?" He says as he goes towards the door, watching you cle on the pillow again, asking him not to be long.

"Okay, pay attention." Chan says as soon as he leaves the room, seeing all the guys looking at him carefully. "She wants to spend this hurt with us, I had talked to her before… "

"Who will be the first?" Han asks interrupting the leader, soon everyone enters a discussion about who should enter first, chan sighs looking at the confusion, but a loud moan of yours is enough to awaken everyone.

"Chan should go first, he's the most controlled of us and we need a safe word." Changbin said seriously making some of the boys moan in frustration.

"Okay…" chan says a little stunned for being the first, I need you to leave the house, you know, the smell of you can make me territorial. " everyone nods, going in a row out of the house. "I will call them when she is calmer, whichever comes first, it will be your turn." He says, gaining the consent of others.

He turns his body to enter his room when he sees himself alone in the hallway, his moans are loud now, and when he opens and locks the door again there you are, trying to remove your wet clothes from sweat, chan could see the wet stain on his panties, taking a good part of it, he blushes, it is inevitable.

But when you look up at him, and sniff the air smelling his wet earth mixed with vanilla, it's enough to make you whine loudly.

"Chaaaan…" you call lowering your ears as submission, dropping the blouse out of your pillow staying only in underwear, chan swallowed dry, removing the shirt and approaching, it would be a long afternoon.