#Tummy Triumph

[health-care-products-24]

Tummy Triumph: A Review of SynoGut for Digestive Health

Maintaining a healthy digestive system is crucial for overall well-being. However, occasional digestive troubles can leave you feeling sluggish and uncomfortable. After experiencing bouts of bloating and irregularity, I decided to explore natural solutions to promote gut health. That's when I discovered SynoGut, a new digestive health supplement, and it's been a welcome addition to my daily routine!

A Blend of Natural Ingredients for Gut Harmony

SynoGut isn't a one-size-fits-all approach. It boasts a unique blend of prebiotics, probiotics, and natural ingredients scientifically chosen to support a healthy digestive system. The formula includes prebiotics like Inulin and FOS, which act as food for the good bacteria in your gut, promoting a healthy gut microbiome. Probiotics like Bacillus spores and Bifidobacterium strains help replenish good bacteria, promoting overall digestive balance. Additionally, soothing ingredients like Marshmallow Root and Peppermint aim to reduce occasional bloating and discomfort. While I'm not a medical professional, researching the science behind the ingredients instilled confidence in SynoGut's targeted approach to digestive health.

Gradual Improvement, Lasting Impact

Unlike some quick-fix solutions, SynoGut works progressively. I noticed a subtle improvement in bloating and gas after a few consistent weeks of use. Gradually, my digestion felt smoother and more regular. This improvement in digestive function has led to increased energy levels and a lighter, more comfortable feeling throughout the day. While individual results may vary, SynoGut's gradual approach felt gentle and effective, promoting a healthier digestive system without harsh chemicals.

Reduced Discomfort and Increased Confidence

Occasional digestive issues can significantly impact daily activities and social interactions. Thankfully, since taking SynoGut, I've experienced a significant reduction in bloating and other digestive discomforts. This newfound confidence has allowed me to participate in social events and enjoy meals without worry or anxiety. Feeling comfortable and in control of my digestive health has been a positive change, promoting a more carefree and enjoyable lifestyle.

Easy to Take and Integrate into Routine

SynoGut comes in convenient capsule form, making it simple to incorporate into your daily routine. The recommended dosage is two capsules a day, which I take with breakfast. There's no unpleasant taste or aftertaste, and I haven't experienced any negative side effects. This ease of use has been key to maintaining consistency, a crucial factor in experiencing the product's benefits.

A Note on Individual Results and Consulting Your Doctor

It's important to remember that individual results may vary. Underlying health conditions, dietary habits, and lifestyle factors can all influence the effectiveness of any digestive supplement. However, I can confidently say that SynoGut has had a positive impact on my digestive health and overall well-being. It's always best to consult your doctor before starting any new supplement, especially if you have pre-existing digestive concerns.

In Conclusion: A Natural Option for Digestive Support

If you're looking for a natural way to promote gut health and alleviate occasional digestive discomforts, SynoGut is a great option to consider. Its focus on natural ingredients, gentle approach, and gradual improvement in digestive function have made a noticeable difference for me. While maintaining a healthy diet and managing stress remain crucial for gut health, SynoGut has become a valuable addition to my daily routine. Remember, consult your doctor before starting any supplements, but for me, SynoGut has been a positive step towards a happier and healthier digestive system.

[nanaslutt]

have this idea stuck in my head for days

tojis obviously would be very opposed to the idea of subbing but hear me out, when you ride him and it just becomes too much, he would definitely let out little whimpers and be so embarrassed :((

I am SO into this.

Contains: fem reader, switch?reader & toji, dom!toji, nipple play, riding, backshots, soooo much dirty talk, daddy kink (i had to), lots of pet names for reader, pullout method used (shocker), praise, degradation, established relationship, toji is whipped for reader, face slapping, squirting, passing out during sex briefly (he stops)

MDNI

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔

Your thighs are burning from supporting the rapid pace of your bouncing. Chastizing your aching legs silently, calling them ungrateful in this current situation.

Toji never let you take control. He hardly let you even ride him, and when you did he he often set the pace for you by fucking his hips up into your cunt. Toji like the dominance he had over you, loved seeing you go drunk from his length alone. There was nothing inherently wrong with his preference. Sex always being very satisfying with him.

But could couldn't deny that there were times when you wanted to see his facad fall apart. Growing wetter at the idea of him submissive underneath you.

You tried proposing the idea to Toji, but he shot it down down faster than you could even finish getting it out your words.

"There is no way I'm gonna be your bitch, sorry sweetheart." He delivered the news to you shortly, ruffling your hair in the process.

You argued back, "Cmon Toji, 's not like I'm gonna fuck you with a strap or something." Pouting when his large palm finished messing up the hair atop your head.

Head turning to stare at you with lidded eyes, disbelief plastered on his face at the mention alone of you fucking his ass with a fake cock.

Arguing back and forth for a while before settling on a compromise you could get behind. "Jesus christ girl, if this is so important to you, ill let ya ride my me or somethin."

You smiled, triumph filling your body at his proposition, "but if you don't fuck me right, I'm taking over." He stated flatly, making you roll your eyes at his overconfident tone.

Bringing you back to the current situation. Toji's large frame was sprawled out on the matress beneath you, large cock snug in your cunt as you bounced up and down. The pace you set didnt even come close to his usual speed, but you were just getting started.

You were so determined to make him eat his words, and show him how good submitting even just a little, could feel.

Pausing your bouncing for a second, his rough voice cut through the hot air, "Already done?" he smirked, tone having i told you so, laced all throughout it.

You lean back, hands bracing right above Toji’s knees as you plant your feet on the bottom of his abs, resituating yourself.

just you wait old man.

You stayed silent, giving him a small smile as you started thrusting your hips against him, sliding his hard cock in and out of your walls.

The new angle made his breath hitch, your cunt feeling so much tighter in this position. Toji's tip was being forced up against your tummy when you fucked his cock into yourself.

Trying not to lose yourself at the feeling of him directly hitting your sweet spot, realigning your brain to focus on your goal.

He licked his lips, jaw opening slightly, groaning unabashedly at the feeling of you deliberately clenching your cunt around him.

"Feel good daddy?" you teased, confidence filling your voice when his eyes repeatedly rolled back in his head. The older man’s hips fighting the urge to fuck into up you, trying to respect his pretty girlfriend’s wishes for the time being.

"Sure does cute thing, makin' me feel so fucking good." Grabbing the entirety of your ankles in his palms, using them to ground himself.

You catch him off guard, leaning forward swiftly and hooking your feet on the insides of his thighs, grinding your hips deliciously against his pelvis, providing your clit with mouthwatering stimulation in the process as it bumped against his hard pelvis.

"Fuuuuuck," he grit his teeth at the arousal knotting under his abs, his cock being rubbed against your walls delectably, making him feel lightheaded.

You braced your hands on his pecs, scratching your nails over his stiff nipples intentionally.

His reaction even catching himself off guard as he fucking whimpered. Body jerking when you repeated the process a couple times. His big hand coming up to cover his mouth, face turning crimson under his fingers when you picked up your hips again, pulling out till the tip was just inside before slamming them down roughly.

"H-aah," He breathily moaned, "You like it when I play with ur nipples daddy?" you whined with a smile, fingers coming up to the pretty pink buds, rolling them between your fingers.

His hand pressing harder over his mouth doing little to conceal his whimpers. You never would have guessed he was so sensitive here, never letting your sly fingers get close enough to test it.

“Can feel you twitching inside m-me” you moan out, pace of your hips finally matching the one he’s used to.

Watching his eyes repeatedly roll back in his head while he tried his best to suppress the whines that threatened to fall from his lips, making your clit fucking throb.

Abandoning one of your hand toying with his nipples to grab at his wrist, pulling at the hand covering his mouth, “Toji ‘s okay, w-wanna hear you.”

He feels the tips of his ears heat up, embarrassed that you had to comfort him like this. Usually having to be the one to console you when you were struggling to adjust to his length. He didn’t appreciate this reverse in your respective roles.

Dropping his hand onto you thigh and gripping hard, making the veins in his hand pop, he looked away from your eyes, “S-shut up.” he groaned, lip tucked snugly under his teeth.

Not letting his words get to you, thoroughly aware he wasn’t used to letting himself feel like this, you spoke again, “Sounds ur makin are getting me so f-fucking wet.” you praised.

Veins popping in his forhead at this as now you sounded a little too much like him, “That’s enough of that,” he quickly flips you over, roles falling back into their rightful place as he started pounding his cock into your cunt from behind, pressing the weight of his hard body against your back.

“Think you can talk to me like i’m some submissive slut? huh?” he growled into the shell of your ear, tongue darting inside, licking around in your ear.

“Tojiiiiii,” you whined at his mean hips, disappointed he had cut off your fun. Still fairly happy with the progress you made in allowing him to get used to being more submissive around you if he wanted, but still missing the slightly more domineering position you held moments ago.

“Cant believe you made me embarrass myself in front of you like that.” thinking back to moments ago when you quite literally had him whimpering under the assault of your hips and sneaky fucking fingers.

“Gotta put you back in your place,” he whispered darkly into your ear.

“N-not fair,” you moaned in retaliation, voice getting cut short as he painfully forced his cock deep into your walls, kissing your cervix with the deep angle.

“I think you had your- fun” he emphasized the last word with a thrust, “want me to admit it felt good when you rode my dick, huh? thag what you want?” Deep voice moaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting his dick like you were trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

“Think it was pretty obvious when you made me fucking whimper.” he spat, biting down on your hear and pulling it between his teeth before letting it go.

Leaning his body up and taking a strong hold on your hips, gripping them hard enough to almost guarantee to leave nasty bruises.

Toji pulled you back on his dick, your fingers gripping into the sheets for dear life as he fucked you like he had a personal vendetta against you.

And right now he did.

“God this little pussy is sucking me in so good.” his scared mouth forms a grin feeling you gush around him.

“Toji ‘s too m-uch” wining at the stretch of him still. Trying and failing to warn him of how close you were.

He pulls your hips back against him harder, shutting you up. “Nahhh you can take it.” he replies.

“Fucking- take- it” fucking his words into your body with each thrust, massaging your walls expertly with his girth. Your cunt pulsing around him unexpectedly as your orgasm crashed over you suddenly.

Transfixed with the cum squirting out of your pussy while he fucked got through it, “Oh yesssss, squirt all over me baby,” he encouraged, helping the cum spray out of you by rubbing his fingers back and forth across your clit,

“Fuuuuuck, oh-my-god” your voice squealed through it as little spurts of your arousal kept dripping out around his length.

The sheets underneath your body were fucking soaked, not having time to feel bad about it before you black out, limbs collapsing limply against the sheets, losing consciousness and the intensity in which you just came.

“Ahhh shit, heh” toji giggled, stopping his thrusts and burring his cock deep inside you before he leaned over your body. He slapped your face with his rough fingers a couple times before your eyes rolled back into place in their sockets.

Gaps and whines finding your tongue when you came to, tears falling down your face at sheer intensity of your orgasm. “You okay sweetheart?” he asked, keeping himself still, buried to the hilt while he waited for your answer.

Giggling when you nodded, stupid head unable to form any coherent words. “Attagirl, thought I killed ya’ for a second, that woulda’ been a new one.” laughing at his sick joke, while he kissed the side of your face.

“Think ya can keep going?” he asked, concern peeking out through his words.

Hearing you whimper out a quiet “mhmm” next to his chiseled face, he got back into position, pushing your back down into a mean arch as he started his pace up again.

“So good to daddy baby, promise i’ll make it quick.” staring down at you with admiration in his eyes as he thrusts recklessly into your cunt.

Words being a lot more literal that he thought, as he was only a couple thrusts in and already started feeling his balls tighten. Feeling the cum traveling through his dick, getting ready to give his load to you.

“Nggghh, gotta stop suckin me in like that, makin me think you want me to fill you up.” he groaned when your overstimulated pussy tightened, protestesting at his cock’s incessant thrusting.

Mind barely registering his words but your sweet voice slurring out, “yessss gimmie ur babiesss, cum inside me tojiii” anyways.

“Dangerous words doll,” he laughed feeling his cock react strongly to your words, “Maybe another night tho, pretty head doesn’t seem screwed on just right, right now.” much to your dismay he was pulling out soon after.

Jerking his cock quickly, hot ropes of cum decorating your ass while he groaned into the air, moaning your name full of pleasure while he came down.

He tapped your ass a couple times, signaling you to relax, body immediately obeying as your arch dissipated, flattening against the bed on your stomach, groaning at how sore your pussy felt.

He collapsed down on the bed next to you, pulling your abused body onto his sweaty torso, cradling you in his arms.

Feeling toji softly kiss your head while he whispered praises into your ear, mind slowly drifting off into what would be the best night of sleep of your life.

When sex got rough with toji and you fell asleep right after, much like now, he always made sure to wipe you clean. Never failing to wake up under his soft sheets, sticky mess cleaned off your body, slick between your thighs gone without a trace like it was never there in the first place.

Toji might be a rough man, not great with words, appearing intimidating and gruff to most, but he loved you and you really felt it with the little things like this that he did for you.

Rhythm of his stroking lulling you into dreamland, waiting until your breaths to evened out before he spoke, “felt kinda good to be under yer mercy like that, kid.” mumbling his confession into your hair before he situated you into the sheets next to him, standing to gather the supplies to clean you up while you slept like a baby, completely oblivious to his words.

[witchesverse]

girlfriend killer.

pairing: dark!agatha x fem!reader

summary/request: I don’t know if you are accepting request but if you are I have an idea for Agatha Harkness and R… AU where R has had horrible luck in love. Every partners R has dies. R always finds comfort in her friend and neighbor, Agatha. R has no idea Agatha is killing R’s partners so that no one will ever take R away from Agatha..

content: noncon, mention and small descriptive of murder, mention of stabbing, mention of drowning in bleach, heavy manipulation, HEAVY TOPICS, funerals, mention of missing people, cum eating, pussy eating, strap-on sex, small mommy kink, knife play, crying, cum-filled strap, tummy bulges, humiliation, kidnapping, cutting.

a/n: this is honestly the darkest fic i've ever written and i loved writing it. (shoutout to @beggingforyours for being my assistant in writing this)

masterlist

You sniffled and wiped at your nose as tears stained your cheeks. You held a small rose bouquet; they were her favourite flowers. You were surprised that you were able to hold your sobs back as they lowered your late girlfriend into the ground.

"Come here, dear."

Your neighbour, Agatha held her hand out for you. You buried your face in her neck and cried. She held you and rubbed circles on your back.

For the past few years, you have had horrible luck with love. All of your partners have passed away in tragic accidents or have gone missing. This was the fourth girlfriend that you have attended a funeral for, and you don't know how much more you can take.

Without Agatha, you don't know if you would still be here. She has nursed you back to health after each funeral. Your friends would tell you Agatha was creepy and weird, but Agatha was your rock.

"Shall we go back to my place?" Agatha whispered.

Whilst still sobbing, you nodded.

-

It had been two weeks since the funeral and you hadn't left Agatha's house once. You had no reason to with how good Agatha cared for you.

Occasionally, Agatha had to leave for work reasons which left you alone in her house for a few hours. Agatha had one rule at her house.

Do not enter her basement.

It was an easy rule to follow. Half the time you forget the basement existed. But waiting for her to arrive back home got boring, so curiosity struck.

The wooden steps creaked underneath your steps, making you cringe each time. You dragged your hand across the wall, silently triumphing once you found the light switch and turned it on.

The basement looked normal. A large desk was at one side of the room and was covered with books and papers, and red paint splattered on the floor.

You didn't know Agatha enjoyed art.

A frown settled across your face when you noticed the weapons around the room. There must have been at least 20 different weapons. You guessed she enjoyed collecting them.

You looked at the papers and books on her desk, recognising a few titles but a diary caught your eye. You know it's bad to look at someone's diary but you couldn't help it.

Entry 42: Murder #4 I killed Darcy Lewis with a Zombie knife. The blade perfectly pierced her skin and ripped it up as I pulled it out. I smile remembering her screams for help and her promises to leave Y/n alone. Once she was weak, I held her head under bleach-

You slammed the diary closed and grasped onto the table. You felt like you were going to puke. You covered your mouth with your hand and cried.

Agatha Harkness was a fucking murderer.

She had murdered Darcy, the girlfriend who you had just buried two weeks ago, and she had comforted you through it. Darcy's body was never found, but if you continued reading, you were positive you would know where it was.

Darcy promising to leave you alone made questions swirl in your head.

Why did she say that? Is Agatha targeting your lovers? Did Agatha kill your other girlfriends? Why you?

You had to tell the police. You grabbed Agatha's diary and searched for anything else that could be evidence.

Loud claps rang throughout the basement and you froze.

"It looks like we have a little rule breaker, isn't that right, hon?"

Agatha stood at the bottom of the staircase and looked at you with an amused smile. She balanced a small knife between her fingers.

You swallowed, trying to find your voice.

"Y-You fucking killed her." You shrieked.

Agatha shrugged.

"Did you kill the others?" You asked but shook your head after "No. No, don't tell me. Just get out of my way so I can tell the police and get your insane ass in jail."

Agatha's eyes narrowed, her amused expression disappearing. You shuffled backwards as she stalked closer.

"Oh no, baby." She tsked "That's not how you talk to mommy."

A wave of confidence washed over you and you ran. You didn't get far. Her hand reached out and grabbed onto your hair, yanking you into her. Her diary flew out of your hands and you pushed away from her.

Agatha was stronger than you and kept her hold. She forced you on your knees and held the tip of her knife underneath your chin to keep your head up. Her grasp on your hair was painful.

"Why?" You cried.

Agatha rolled her eyes, "Those bitches weren't good enough for you so I had to remove them."

"You don't get to decide what is good-"

Her knife nicked your cheek as she slapped you. The unexpected slap shocked you and you didn't know how to reply.

"But I do get to decide."

She roughly pulled you to your feet and shoved you into the table. You grunted as your front collided with wood. Agatha pinned you down with one hand and held her knife in the other.

"Don't move unless you want to be cut."

You couldn't control your tears and cries.

Agatha used her knife to cut a hole in your pants, revealing your panties to her. She placed her knife on the table. She pushed your panties to the side and groaned at the sight of your bare cunt.

You held back a sob as her fingers dragged through your slick. She moaned at the taste of you on her fingers. She lowered her face to your cunt and licked a stripe up it.

Her moans caused vibrations and you shivered against her.

She pulled away from you and you heard her taking her pants off. There was the click of something opening and closing, and then you felt the head of a cold, lubed strap pushing into you.

"Please, Agatha." You sniffled, "Don't do this."

Agatha grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved your face into the table, "Shut up and take it."

Her strap easily pushed into you. You cried as the stretch burned and your walls clung to her. She slowly pumped into you, thankfully letting you adjust before her speed increased.

The basement was filled with your moans, your skin slapping together and the wet noises your cunt made.

Agatha pulled you up into her chest, her hand finding its way around your throat and fingers twisting and tugging at your nipples. You moaned loudly and your head fell onto her shoulder. Agatha kissed your neck before sucking and licking at it.

Her hands rested on your tummy, "You feel that? That's how deep my dick is."

You whimpered.

Agatha started to softly moan and grunt in your ear, and you knew you were both getting close. She dug her fingernails into you, carving crescent-moon marks into your skin.

Agatha moaned loudly and forced you back onto the table. You felt warm liquid squirt inside of you, which pushed you over the edge into your orgasm.

Your head went blank and you pressed yourself into Agatha's strap until you came down from your high. You couldn't deny that orgasm was one of the best orgasms you had ever had.

Agatha turned your body around and pulled her strap out. She wrapped her arms around your legs and licked at you, cleaning you up.

You softly cried at the realisation of everything.

Your sweet, perfect neighbour has been murdering your partners for years and she had just fucked you in the same room she killed them in.

What's going to happen to you?

[writtenbymoonflower]

Unpretty

You are insecure and Peter is oblivious. tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

cw: reader had very negative thoughts about body image. mentions of weight and general body image issues. i tried to keep it as neutral as possible so everybody could read and relate, so it can be read as plus!size reader or not.

1.5k words

The position you were in wasn’t unnecessarily uncomfortable. The physical part felt really nice, actually. Peter was laid on his side, nose nuzzled into your hair while you were in his arms flat on your back. His even breathing was soothing and you felt close and warm. 

Emotionally, however, you felt confused. 

You had to resist cringing every time you remembered that Peter’s large hand was spread over the bottom of your tummy, likely feeling everything “wrong” about it. He could definitely feel it wasn’t as flat or firm as you would like it to be, even through your thick crewneck. And even though you logically knew it was impossible, you felt the stinging insecurity all over your body, like he was touching you everywhere you hated. Your brain was telling you that through feeling the soft part of your stomach, he could also feel and see where your thighs were too big, where stretchmarks were painted all over your body, and where your skin wasn’t completely smooth. 

He probably would hate my body as much as I do if he could see. The little voice in your head nagged. 

Obviously, you knew that wasn’t true. You knew that everyone had little things that bothered them and yours weren’t even especially unusual. You also knew that voicing these thoughts to Peter would likely lead to you being even more self-conscious and him being confused. Or even worse, him pitying you. You were snapped out of your spiral by Peter’s shifting in position. 

“What’re you thinking of, baby?” Peter whispered. To your horror, his hand started rubbing your stomach over your sweater. “I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears.” He laughed the way he does when trying to calm you down, like he doesn’t think it’s funny but it might be less intimidating if you believe he does. You turned your head to look at him. Being this close didn’t allow you to see his full face, but you could see one of his pretty brown eyes, looking at you with far too much love for your heart to handle.

“Not thinking of anythin’ really.” You kept your voice as even as possible and hoped he didn’t hear the nervous hitch in your breath as he reached under the hem of your sweatshirt to touch your skin. You panicked and tried to cover by grabbing his hand in yours and holding it between your ribs, right under your chest. He looked confused but still stroked your hand with his thumb.

“Yeah okay.” He was sarcastic and rolling his eyes but his voice was still light. He brought your joined hands up to kiss the veins on your wrist, closing his eyes and letting his lips linger for a good few seconds. All while still burning his eyes over your face, letting his pupils linger over a feature before jumping to the next, admiring your whole face with so much care you would cry. 

“What?” You asked, growing shy under his intense stare. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” He was still smiling at you like a fool. “So so pretty.” He sing-songed. He urged you to lay on top of him with his arms, but you held fast in your place. Your boyfriend apparently took this as a challenge, because he showed off his real strength by pulling you fast onto his chest. 

“Peter!” You said, scolding and nervous and flustered all at once. 

“What?” He asked smugly, with a look of triumph on his face. You ducked your head out of his eyesight. “Baby, what’s up?” He asked again, more sincere. You still didn’t answer, your anxiety was roaring too loud in your head. You were probably crushing him under your weight. His hands were planted on your hips, likely feeling the extra fat and getting grossed out. He was just too nice to say anything. He was also too far close to your face for comfort, definitely seeing patches of oily skin or blemishes littering your face. It all became too much for you and you tried to roll off of him, but he gripped onto you harder. 

“Peter, let me off.” You kept your voice light but you were panicking inside. 

“Yeah, not happening.” He stayed stubborn as a mule. 

“But I’m heavy, I’ll crush you.” You said desperately. 

“Good.” He rebutted, still acting as if this was a casual conversation. 

“Peter, I’m serious. I’m too heavy for this. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Your voice trailed off, getting quieter towards the end. The whole sentence was soaked in shame that Peter hadn’t yet picked up on. Now, there was a concerned crease between his eyebrows. 

“Huh?” He looked genuinely confused. “What put that dumb idea in your head? ‘Too heavy’ for what, exactly?” He started as if he was about to rant, but cut it short. To your dismay, he pulled more of your weight onto him. 

“It’s not dumb, it’s true. I’m just too heavy” You argued back. He couldn’t really be that oblivious. Anyone with eyes could see it. 

“Oh I’m sorry,” He started sassing, like he actually wasn’t sorry at all. “I didn’t know that you now were the only deciding judge of something being ‘too much.’” He was being defiant on purpose. 

“Peter, please.” All joking and argumentativeness had left your tone, just leaving shame and sadness. Peter softened at this and encouraged your head up to meet his eyes, holding your jaw firmly so you couldn’t look away. He looked like he was slowly putting pieces together in his head. 

“Baby,” He started, still not breaking eye contact with you. “Is this why you’ve not been letting me touch you as much?” Peter looked so sad, it didn’t suit him at all and you wanted to make it better immediately. “Do you think there’s something wrong with you, that I would think there’s something wrong with you?” On the last sentence he was extra distressed, like he couldn’t believe the words were leaving his mouth. 

“I just-” You were trying to articulate your feelings without making this any worse. “I mean, not every part of me is pretty, you know that.” You tried to say it casually but Peter’s expression didn’t lighten at all. Instead, his bottom lip jutted out and his eyes got wider, looking like a cartoonishly sad puppy who was denied a treat. 

“I don’t know that, actually.” He moved his hand to the back of your head, threading his fingers in your hair. “You don’t think you’re pretty?” He said the last part like his heart was cracking. And in Peter’s mind, it was. His baby was thinking badly of herself, and even worse, she was thinking he thought badly of her. 

“I mean,” You cringed as the words left your mouth, wanting desperately for the conversation to end. “Not really. At least, there is a lot about me that could be a lot better.” Peter was at a loss for words. You had obviously mulled this over and were solid in your opinion. 

“I don’t think there is. I think you are perfect. I love everything about you.” He said softly, his voice missing its usual teasing tone.

“But-” You started, but cut yourself off. 

“But what?” Your argumentative boyfriend was back. “C’mon. Talk to me, baby.”

“I just-” You gathered your thoughts as best you could. He was really being difficult. There was no way he hadn’t noticed something. You also really did not want to say your insecurities out loud. It was too raw. But you knew Peter, and he wouldn’t back off without you giving something. “My stomach isn’t flat.” You said, as if that was enough argument for you being disgusting. 

“Okay?” He actually laughed at this, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “And?” 

You rolled your eyes, irritated. “And, in general I’m just too big. And my skin isn’t good either. It just doesn’t all add up very well does it?” You resisted the urge to cry, you didn’t want to add that on top of this already stressful discussion. 

“Sweetheart,” He looked exasperated. “I think- I think you’re being really mean and unfair to yourself.” He searched for the right words. “Everyone has things about themselves they don’t like, yeah? But you should know, you are not too anything, and there is nothing about your looks or body that is ‘not good.’’ He said every word firmly. “And most importantly, there is nothing, absolutely nothing about your body that I dislike, or that you should worry about me seeing or touching, okay?” His voice was soft during the last few sentences, like he was speaking to a little kid with a scraped knee. It made it a lot harder to resist crying. “Okay?” he said, still looking directly into your eyes. 

“Okay.” You said, watery. You swallowed hard and buried your face in his chest, feeling all too many emotions. “Thank you, Pete.” You didn’t think you could say anything else without falling apart. 

“It’s okay. I'ts alright. It’s what I’m here for.” He stroked the back of your head, still being gentle. “Just do me a favor, yeah?” 

“Mhm?” You muffled.

“Just, make my job easier for me next time. Tell me when you’re feeling like this, okay baby?” He pleaded as he pressed a kiss to your hair. 

“Okay. I will.” 

“Good. Now cuddle me please.” Demanding Peter was back. “And put all your weight on me, it’s no good otherwise.” 

[queenimmadolla]

Could you do a blurb where reader rolls a joint for Eddie for the first time with all her cute papers and stuff and he loves it?

Happy Stoner Christmas!

happy 4/20! 😶‍🌫️💚

“Well, if it isn’t for my favorite customer.”

  You hear him before you see him, and sit up straighter as you look up, torso twisting around to face Eddie.

  He’s walking through the tree line that acts as the ‘fence’ to your backyard. Not exactly born into wealth, your home is on the edge of Hawkins and lacks the white picket fence and concrete driveway, with nature and gravel filling in. Just down the street is Jonathan Byers’ home. 

  Confidence radiates off of Eddie as he approaches the picnic bench you were waiting on, his curls sway a little. He’s rocking a band shirt today—long sleeves rolled up his forearms—and some dark jeans. You try not to squirm under his stare, the wild grin on his face stirring something in your tummy.

  You knew you’d end up crushing on him after the first time you went to him for weed instead of Rick. He was cute. 

  Eddie was so freaking cute and charming and funny. You probably would have been fine if he had just been cute and charming, but the humorous trait was your weakness. You loved funny guys.

  Sure enough, by the fourth time he dealt to you—his tongue was in your mouth. And the fifth time, you’d gone to third base. Now, whatever happened when he came around just happened. You accepted it, even if it makes you a little nervous because you know very well you’re interested in more than just the benefits that come with your encounters. 

  You want him. Like, boyfriend him. It’s kind of tragic, actually, because you don’t even know if you’re the only one of his clientele he treats this way. Eddie can be fucking the rest of them for all you know and it drives you insane because you want to ask—you’re just too chicken shit.

  “You say that as if this wasn’t prearranged.” You laugh out and Eddie snorts, dumping his black lunch pail on the leaf riddled bench top next to your scooby-doo lunch box with a metal clang.

  “I’m trying to be cute and you’re ruining it.” When you laugh again, Eddie’s eyes squint in triumph, “And I’ll have you know I have been waiting—no, yearning for you to call upon me. Moved my bed over to the phone and everything. Thought you forgot allllllll about me.”

  “Me forget about you? Impossible.” You declare in a joking manner, though you truly mean the sentiment. Your mental health might be better if you could forget him. Then you wouldn’t be able to make yourself sick over the idea of him kissing other people.

  “You better mean that.” He jabs an accusatory finger, silver ring glinting, in your direction as he settles in across from you, “The usual, my sweet?”

  UGH! SEE?! Too damn cute.

  “Please?” You’re too busy opening up your own lunch box full of supplies to notice the heated look he fixes you with right then.

  Eddie clears his throat, tongue darting out to swipe over his lower lip as he pops the lid of his lunch pail open, pulling out a little baggie with your favorite strain of buds. He eyes it with a glint in his eye before it’s held out to you, dangling from his fingertips. 

  You look up once you realize it’s being offered, and pinch the top of the baggie as your other hand holds out the folded bills. Eddie flicks them out of your loose grip, and it goes flying to land in your lap while you jump in surprise.

  “My bad,” he snickers, his pretty teeth gleaming, “it’s on the house.”

  You pick up exactly where he wants you to, “In that case, please accept my offer to smoke you out with my newly acquired goods.”

  That feeling in your belly—butterflies—intensifies at the slow and large smile that spreads on his face, forcing his little dimple to make an appearance.

  It always goes like this now. 

  Eddie comes over (or you go to him), weed is exchanged and when you try to pay him for it, he refuses. Then, you invite him to smoke weed with you (and he’ll always pull from the extra inventory he carries around—never from what he’s just given you), the two of you get high and you finally feel brave enough to make a move because you know he always waits for you to do it. Gives you the power to start things, your own comfort, though he takes full control once you get going. He’s always so keen on taking care of you. You’d once thought that maybe he didn’t want you as much as you wanted him, since it was always you initiating things, but the way he’d beg for you, ramble about how much he wanted you, how desperate he was for you and his ‘finally, I thought I was gonna die’s on just your kisses alone, soothed that insecurity. 

  “I’d be delighted to! But─”

  “Nope.” You interrupt, having seen his hand reaching into his pail. “My weed—not yours.”

  He raises his eyebrows in surprise and when you don’t back down, both of his hands are lifted in surrender before one is extended to you out on the bench, palm up. Eddie’s waiting for you to give him your grinder and the weed so he can start rolling but you low five his palm instead and he chuckles, skin tingling from the contact.

  “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

  “I know, but I’m also rolling today, too.”

  Eddie scoffs and smirks, fixing you with that heated stare again and you quickly divert your gaze, pulling out your pretty purple grinder and getting to work. You are not gonna let him make you nervous and fumble around, “Baby…”

  Oh, god. The way he coos it out, nice and low—you’re instantly taken back to other times you’d heard him say it like that. You’d been bent into all kinds of positions as it was rasped into your ear, the sweat from both of your bodies plastering Eddie to you. Your hand twists the top of the grinder on autopilot as you stare at nothing, gaze vacant.

  Eddie knows exactly where your mind has taken you and his smirk widens.

  “You can’t roll for shit.”

  That snaps you out of your stupor, mouth dropping.

  “I can, too! You’ve never seen me put in the work.”

  “I have, that’s why I roll.”

  And you cringe as you recall the first time you’d try to roll a joint. It had been the second time Eddie sold to you, having only used pre-rolled cones prior. Those only meant you had to pack the wrap in with weed, kind of like a funnel and then twist the end closed before partaking.

  Rolling from start to finish was a whole other endeavor and you’d failed so badly, Eddie had rolled around on the floor laughing. You didn’t take any offense, too busy jumping up and down inside at having made the cute, charming funny guy you liked laugh.

  “I’ve been practicing,” You pout, placing the grinder down after you’re sure the nug of the bud you’d placed in it was now almost powder-like.

  “You tryna impress me, hm?” He hums out, and you refuse to look up, knowing those pretty brown eyes of his are gonna be lidded and it’ll do you in early. You’ll have to jump him right there, “Been practicing to show me what you can do?”

  You ignore him, focusing instead on the rolling papers you had. 

  Eddie places his chin in his hand, watching you intently as you frown in concentration before it breaks when you select a rolling paper, cherries decorating the white sheets. You pull your small rolling tray out and some part of Eddie throbs. You hadn’t had that before.

  You quickly scrunch a filter together, folding the rolling paper and placing the filter at the edge of the fold before you unscrew the grinder and begin pinching the green within to sprinkle on the paper. Once it was full, and Eddie notices with wide eyes that you’ve packed it with a significant amount, you use dexterous fingers to carefully roll it together, tongue poking out as you take diligent care to ensure no fall out. Once the green flower is properly contained, you lick the free edge and fold it over the rest of the joint before you pinch and twist the end.

  After a few moments of intense scrutiny, you hold it out victoriously, “Taduh!!! For you.”

  Eddie takes the joint, turning it this way and that as he marvels. You really had been practicing, it was beautiful. He feels an intense amount of pride bloom in his chest and something else. Always for you, only ever for you.

  “Did I do good?” You ask, voice shy as you bite your lip and this time you don’t look away when that heavy stare focuses on you. You wanna faint, but you don’t. He doesn’t say anything for a while and you know where tonight is gonna lead. 

  “Baby,” There’s that rasp again that makes you want to drop dead and smash your mouth to his at the same time, “I’m gonna need you to come over here now. Don’t think I can wait.”

[1800titz]

DOG TEETH | ABO dynamics

alpha/omega au

(Always had an affinity for taking mutts home, you, even if they growled and bit.)

> alpha!Harry, omega!reader, dom/sub undertones, praise & degradation, p in v 8K on patreon

(You remember when he warned you; starting things you couldn’t finish. See it through—)

The sentiment you’ve cradled in the space between your collarbones seeps out in the way your fingers tangle into the wry bed of curls at the nape of his neck. The undomesticated (wild in your spuming bloodstream, riling every nerve ending to kindle in the fire— a twisted paradox) urge to be owned. Claimed. Mated. See it through—

He cradles your wet gasp against the flats of his teeth, the gap between. Your tongue slinks out, lashes fluttering, and you bask in the way he brushes his own against it. 

It’s no jejune delicacy of a first kiss. 

The tentative, eggshell-daintiness of brushing lips— no, it’s all tongue, teeth, sloppy, slick. Your head tipping back with the fingers he snares into the hair at the base of your skull, the fist he wrenches your crown back by. Spit smearing against the corner of your mouth. Humid aphrodisia that settles in the trench of your tummy when he grips you under your jaw, thumb and middle finger denting into the fleshy margins of your hot cheeks. He smears his tongue against yours again.

It’s this— possessive, hungering— a triumph you’ve been chasing from that prepubescent past time. Giving home, in longing, the pooling bliss of your mettle unspooling under the way he pants into your mouth. 

(Nasty, nasty man— the kind you barely know, the kind you shouldn’t let suck on your tongue, never mind in the turbulent window of an incipient heat that’ll make your bones feel like they’re rotting in their sockets.)

“Yeah, that’s it,” you make out the crook of a smile in his words (lewd, coarse), liquified yearning, your eyes half-mast, “Filthy, little omega. Never imagined you’d be such a pretty whore.”

It’s vertiginous. Feral. Makes your world spin on its axis, because this exigency, swallowing you— need, need, need, fuck— is an all consuming rapture (when he sticks his fingers into your mouth— a bunched dyad, middle and forefinger— prying your head back with the heel of his palm still under your aching jaw).

“Sweet, little—“ you vaguely hear over the spindrift of blood in your ears— you don’t even recognize the wanton hum you grant him, tongue out— something that dies on his teeth, gets mottled by a growl (it stems from his chest, reverberates through the palm you still have on him, rocks your fizzing marrow). 

There’s no gentle, callow dubiety (you don’t expect it from him, anyhow) when he pins you, limbs out, on the bed two steps from the front door. Your need— that same, unbroken longing that pulsates in your joints— spills a mist over the aftermath (clothes peeling away, your heart stuttering in its caging, you nipples between his teeth). 

Up until the point where he nestles himself between your thighs, splayed, flat on his abdomen at the foot of the mattress. 

You watch him with a lust-ridden hypervigilance. Like this, with your thighs split, you can smell yourself from the headboard. Your leaking slick. It makes you desperate, gets your face crinkling, forehead scored in ruckles as your hips cant up. 

And Harry plants his hand onto your tummy, under your navel. A monstrous looking thing in sheer heft (cleaned as best as managed, knuckles bruised, split where aged scar tissue was battered back into gashing). The stark size of his hand against your soft underbelly— the way his thumb to his pinky, the shape, sits so perfectly between the verges of your pelvic bone, pressing you flat to the sheets— only makes you squirm more.

“Easy,” Harry purrs. Easy, girl— a luring croon in a dominion-rich tone that makes every atom in your body sing. If the fire rippling across your circuitry wasn’t drawing you into a delirium, surely you’d wear a frown at the smile over his mouth— the mocking. 

Even still, you think, it’d falter at the way he ducks his chin to stipple kisses to your mons, the faint dusting of hair there, eyes flickering up. The electric charge in his soft-spoken echo (instruction, gentle), “Easy, baby.” The, “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.” His thumb prying you open, eyes winding, that clots your lungs.

Join the taglist here

general taglist: @satelliteky @harryonce @unhnnn @whoreforhrry @giitterysuits

@harrrrystylesslut @watermelon-medicine @ashmary @freedomfireflies @naj-paj

@samanthamattingly4 @ambivalenza55 @ivegotthecinema @deftonesangel @slelling3

@sunny-afternooon @silkgrove @nuggetdean @aprlmuse @lillefroe

@triski73 @babegoals @nooneinvitedfascistbarbie @gemofthenight

[bellyasks]

as voted for: random word generator stuffing prompts

Glory - Your character is determined to eat some inadvisable amount of food, perhaps for a challenge or a contest or simply to prove a point. They succeed, potentially against all odds, and not even the ache in their overstuffed tummy can dampen the triumph of their victory.

Lecture - Despite their friend's warnings, your character has way overdone it. They've eaten themself into a solid bellyache, and their friend is giving them an earful about how they told them so. They can't help feeling sorry for your character, though, who looks beyond regretful, and eventually offer some comfort.

Gesture - Your character does a favor for a friend or colleague who's more well off than they are. As a gesture of appreciation, the other person takes your character out to a very nice restaurant and urges them to make the most of it, perhaps even doing some ordering for them if they're too hesitant.

Bedroom - Your character has stuffed themself silly for their feeder partner in order to make the night's shenanigans even more fun. When the time for fooling around comes, however, your character realizes that they're far too stuffed to do much of anything.

Replacement - After receiving the wrong delivery order, your character is just too hungry to wait for the replacement meal and decides to just eat what they've got. They're full by the time the delivery guy comes, but the food they ordered isn't going to save or reheat well, and the most logical thing to do seems to be just to eat it.

Describe - Your character's partner is a feeder, and they've asked your character today to describe how their belly feels as they eat. Your character might not be used to giving such detailed descriptions of the state of their stomach, but for their partner, they deliver.

Aquarium - After a party, your character is as full of liquid as they are of food, having spent the entire evening sipping on beverages and snacking. Now, their belly feels like a fish tank, with all that food bobbing around in their sloshy liquid-filled stomach.

Aisle - Your character makes the mistake of going grocery shopping on a very empty stomach. Everything looks good, and they wind up coming home with a bunch of prepared foods and snacks which they promptly go to town on.

Weakness - While your character generally has pretty good restraint when it comes to portion control, there has to be one food they just can't help but overdo it with. Where are they most likely to indulge in this food, and how do they feel about it afterwards?

Depression - Your character has been feeling utterly miserable lately, and their appetite has suffered as a result. Their concerned friends/partner give them a hand by making a nice big meal for them and making sure they eat their fill.

[daisies-daydreams]

Husband/Papa Ghost Headcanons

Pairing: Simon (Ghost) Riley x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive Content, Swearing, Descriptions of Labor/Contractions

Author's Note: This is a continuation of this request (WARNING: 18+). Enjoy!

Simon would be a proud papa, that's for sure.

He didn’t use his phone that much before, only to text or call people. But his storage space began to run out pretty quickly with all of the photos and videos he took of your daughter, Lily.

“What are you doing, Si?” you giggled. Lily banged on the toy piano while your husband was crouched down, phone camera rolling.

“Filming Lily’s performance,” he replied matter-of-factly. You chuckled and kissed the top of his head, ruffling his dark brown hair. Your two-year old daughter cheered when she finished her song, face lit up and arms stretched above her head in triumph.

“All done!” she beamed with a wide smile. Both of you clapped.

“Good job, Lil,” Simon chuckled.

Simon nearly passed out when you told him you were pregnant with your second baby (not that it came as a surprise to you both👀).

Just like your first pregnancy, he’d try to be there for you as much as he could. It was different now with Lily in the picture, but she made many of your days full of joy and laughter.

I can see him being a stern yet reasonable dad. He’d discipline his kids yet never intentionally hurt them.

Lily’s lower lip pouted as she avoided his gaze. Simon’s arms were at his sides as he eyed the blue stains on her face and the empty candy jar on the floor. He lowered himself to be at her eye-level.

“Lily, baby, did you eat the candy even though Mommy told you not to?” Simon asked, trying to keep his voice soft and steady. Lily burst into tears, rubbing her eyes with her little, sticky hands.

“I sowwy,” she sniffled. His heart ached, but he knew she had to learn to listen to her mom.

“I know, baby,” he sighed as he pulled her into a hug. She cried into his chest. “Candy tastes yummy, but it’ll hurt your tummy if you eat too much,” Simon explained. Lily sniffed, snot dripping from her button nose and onto his shirt. He pulled her back and looked her in the eyes. “No candy for the next three days, okay? Then you can have it again,” he explained while holding up three fingers. She puffed out another sob before nodding her head.

“Okay, Dada,” she sniffled.

Your second pregnancy was more difficult than the first. You had more health complications, which worried Simon half-to-death. He couldn’t bear to think of anything happening to you while he was thousands of miles away on a mission.

All of 141 were like family to you. They'd pop in every once in a while, especially Lily's godfather, Soap.

"Unk Nee!" Lily squealed. Soap grinned ear to ear at the attempt of his nickname ("Uncle Johnny"). She giggled as she ran into his open arms. He spun her around as you walked in from your bedroom. You gave a tired smile, leaning on the wall and rubbing your swollen belly. Simon was still working on his car in the garage, yelling out that he'd be there in a moment.

"How's my wee firecracker doin'?" Soap beamed. Lily ducked her head into his shoulder, her small dirty blonde curls bouncing. Both of you laughed. "Gettin' shy now, are ya?" Soap chuckled.

"You know how kids are," you waved. Soap smiled as he set the toddler down. She rushed back over to you, hiding behind your legs. You patted her head gently.

"How you doin', lass?" Soap asked as he stepped further inside. You sighed, Lily clinging to your maternity pants.

"This pregnancy's kicking my a-butt, it's kicking my butt," you quickly changed your wording. Soap snorted as Lily cackled behind you.

"Mama said 'butt'!" your daughter sang. You grumbled and collapsed your face into your hands.

"Sounds like she's got quite the potty mouth, huh Lily?" your husband chuckled beside you. You felt him snake his hand around your waist. He pecked your cheek, his skin coated in a sheen of sweat from his hard work.

"Why don't you give me a spanking later to teach me a lesson?" you whispered lowly into his ear. Red immediately flooded his cheeks as his hand gripped your hip. Before he could retort, another figure walked through the front door. Lily peeked from behind your legs and gasped as Price entered the room.

"Grandpa!" Lily cheered while pointing her finger at the captain.

You've never heard a room grow so quiet in a single second.

Both of you explained that Price was most definitely not her grandpa, yet she was insistent on the terminology. The captain teased Simon about it constantly.

"I think you taught her to say that," Price chuckled.

As the due date approached, Simon's heart was shattered. He was being sent away on a longer mission, and it required that he made no contact with you. Your husband assured you that he'd be back in time for the delivery, and spent as much time as he could with you and Lily before he left.

A few weeks later, Simon was sprinting through the hospital to get to your delivery room.

Simon’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hall as he whipped around the corner. A blonde nurse shot an incredulous look at the masked man as he sprinted to the counter.

“WHERE’S DELIVERY ROOM 109?!” Simon boomed. The poor woman's face went pale as she pointed a shaking finger down the hall. His head snapped as he shouted a ‘thank you’ behind him. Simon rushed past several nurses and doctors, the door getting closer. He could hear your wailing pierce through the hallway. Simon nearly crashed into the doctor when he stepped out into the hall.

“MR. RILEY!” the doctor gaped with wide eyes. Your husband’s chest rose and fell as he panted. Another harsh cry broke out through the room. “Quickly, she’s about to start pushing,” the doctor rushed him inside. Simon's eyes grew wide as they locked with yours.

"Si," you called softly. Your face was pale, sweat covering every inch of your tense and aching body. Simon rushed over, immediately clasping his hands over yours.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” his dry voice croaked. You gave a weak laugh before jolting forward, another strong contraction ripping through you.

“B-Bullshit,” you tiredly chuckled through gritted teeth. The doctor and nurses came closer to your bedside.

“Okay, Mrs. Riley. It's time to start pushing. Are you ready?” the doctor asked. You swallowed thickly, your entire body shaking as it was wracked with waves of pain. Simon squeezed your hand and lifted his skull balaclava to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got this, love. I’m right here,” he assured. You nodded before sucking in a deep breath.

Not long after, your baby boy, Thomas, was born.

His throat grew tight when you suggested his late brother's name. You were afraid you'd overstepped, but he quickly kissed you on the lips and told you it was the perfect name for the newest addition to the Riley family.

Simon stared in awe at the small baby swaddled in his arms. You were fast asleep in your new bed, exhausted from the long, grueling day. Thomas' plump, rosy cheeks glowed softly as he yawned. Your husband beamed when two small, dark eyes just like his own gazed up at him.

“Hi there, little Tommy,” Simon breathed.

Both of you were unsure as to how Lily would take to her new baby brother. However, when her eyes lit up and she squealed when she saw him for the first time, Simon knew she’d be the best big sister.

Simon would make it a goal to read to Lily and Tommy every night. It melted your heart when you sat with him, Lily in her bed and Tommy in his crib listening to his low voice lull them to sleep.

While most date nights were spent inside your home nowadays, he was just happy to spend any time he had with you.

Simon would leave little gifts or notes around the house, letting you know what an amazing mother and wife you are.

If you feel insecure about your body after giving birth, he'll do everything in his power to remind you otherwise.

Your eyes widened as a sudden slap streaked across your ass. You whipped your head around. Simon's eyes were trained on the TV, though the hand draped over the arm of the couch said enough. You crossed your arms, thankful that Lily was playing in the adjacent room and Tommy was fast asleep in his crib.

"Got something to tell me, Si?" you said with a quirked brow. His lidded, chocolate-brown eyes flicked over to you, his hands reaching over to pull you on your lap.

"Simon!" you gasped. Laughs spilled from your lips as your husband bombarded your neck with kisses, his large hands reaching down and squeezing your bum.

"Can't help myself, sweetheart. Not when you're walking around with this cute arse of yours," he mused. You bit your lip and wiggled in his lap. He nibbled on your ear, his voice low and husky as he whispered into it.

"Tonight, after the kids are asleep, why don't I show you just how irresistible you are?" Simon groaned.

Tommy was a much more of a fussy baby than Lily. He’d keep both of you up constantly. You called your/Simon's relatives or friends over every so often so both of you could have a break.

“How are you feeling, love?” Simon asked. Both of you were lying in the hammock in a park, the summer breeze rocking you back and forth. Your best friend was at home watching your children. Heavy bags rested below your eyes as you stretched.

“Fucking exhausted,” you sighed. Simon chuckled, brushing your hair from your forehead and planting a kiss over it.

“I know, hun. Why don’t you take a nap, yeah?” he suggested. You nodded, letting sleep quickly overtake you. He breathed in through his nose, his mind wandering too much for him to fall asleep. Instead, he took in the sight of his beautiful wife wrapped in his arms as the rest of the world melted away.

____

Thank you for reading! ❤️

(Writing these melts my heart ngl. We love Papa Ghost in this house).

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Sweet indulgence 🛼

Written for the Valentine's Day pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles blog.

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in roller skates; First date (Eddie says it counts 💖)

Notes: continued from this one.

"You can’t be fucking serious,” Steve says. 

“Why not?” Eddie throws the garishly pink flier back down on the table. “It’s still Valentine’s Day.” 

“For thirteen more minutes,” Steve bristles, pen pressing down on his little notepad so hard that Eddie is afraid he’ll punch a hole through it. “You don’t even have a date.” 

“Didn’t know that was required,” Eddie grins. “All I’m saying is, if you offer a Valentine’s Day special, then that special should be available for the entirety of Valentine’s Day, so …” 

Steve makes an exasperated sound, but still jots down the order. 

“You’re being ridiculous,” he barks over his shoulder as he pushes away from the table and disappears into the kitchen. “Just so you know.” 

Eddie watches him glide away, legs and ass a meal in their own right in those shorts and knee-highs and the fucking roller skates. 

Maybe the boy has a point. Maybe he is being ridiculous. 

It’s not exactly normal behavior, discovering that your former high school king is now a waiter at the diner down the street, and then promptly declaring said diner your new after-work dinner spot. But Eddie never claimed to be normal. And he’s always been a tad bit obsessed with Steve Harrington, so here they are. 

Steve has long resigned himself to his nightly visits. Never once has he acknowledged their shared history, and Eddie hasn’t pushed. Instead, he’s slowly putting together all the little puzzle pieces he’s been collecting. 

Steve will grumble and scowl and bitch over Eddie’s absurd orders and constant attempts at flirting, but he never fails to pocket his generous tips, so he must be struggling financially. He’s pulling at least one job besides the one at the diner. Most likely a babysitting gig, as indicated by the sparkly hair clips and stickers that Eddie regularly spots in his hair and on his clothes. He’s also not seeing anyone, because if he was, he sure as hell wouldn’t be working the night shift on Valentine’s Day. 

He also hasn’t eaten in a while, if the tummy rumble as he brings the order is anything to go by. Eddie quirks a brow. Steve blushes and hugs the tray to his chest. 

“Enjoy your meal,” he says, but Eddie holds up a hand and gestures invitingly at the empty seat opposite him. 

“Join me?” 

Steve’s brow furrows. “I’m on the clock.” 

“Oh yeah, and super fucking busy, I can see,” Eddie quips. “Indulge me, my liege.” 

Steve chews on his bottom lip, casting a hesitant glance towards the kitchen. Finally, he sighs and slips into the free seat. Eddie hands over one of the two cupcakes on his plate, decorated in a lopsided tower of frosting and a smattering of heart-shaped sprinkles. Steve devours nearly half of it with two enormous bites, and if triumph blooms warm and heavy in Eddie’s chest, that’s neither here nor there. 

“So,” he drawls, ignoring his own cupcake in favor of stacking his chin on top of his folded hands, peering at Steve over the rim of his sunglasses. “How was your day? Been handing out lots of these little babies?” 

Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, sure,” he says around a mouthful of frosting. “Have you seen this place? Premium date spot. So classy and romantic.” 

They lapse into silence for a few seconds. Steve grabs the milkshake with the two straws without waiting for an invitation and takes an enormous sip. There’s a tiny pink sprinkle at the corner of his mouth. Eddie resists the temptation to reach out and wipe it away. 

“What about you, huh? You own the record label down the street, right? Surely your day was much more interesting than mine.” 

So he isn’t the only one who’s been puzzling, Eddie thinks. 

“Hellfire Records,” he nods, happy to ramble about his baby, even though Steve’s attempt at diverting the topic is not nearly as subtle as the boy may think. “We have some pretty cool bands, but I’m not sure they’re your taste, exactly.” 

“Oh?” Steve shoves the last bit of cupcake into his mouth, licking leftover frosting off his fingers. “Bold of you to assume that you’d know my taste. Indulge me?” 

Eddie does. 

Steve does, it turns out, know fuck all about metal and grunge, but he’s surprisingly interested and open-minded. Much more open-minded than Eddie would’ve expected from Hawkins High royalty. By the time they wrap up their little talk and make their way over to the counter, Steve has finished not only the milkshake, but also the second cupcake.

When Eddie hands over the usual fifty, Steve hesitates. 

“You already gave me all the food.” 

Eddie smiles easily. “So? Gotta let my favorite waiter know I appreciate him on this fine holiday.” 

Something flits over Steve’s face, something open and vulnerable, but it’s gone as soon as it came. 

“Don’t think you can buy my affection, Eddie,” he murmurs, snatching the bank note from Eddie’s fingers and stuffing it into his apron pocket. 

“Don’t worry,” Eddie winks and saunters towards the door - carefully making sure to keep the giddy spring out of his step. Steve called him Eddie. Not Munson. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“Good,” Steve calls after him. “See you tomorrow?” 

“You bet, big boy,” Eddie says. He’s just about to leave when something else occurs to him. “And I’ll be sure to pick a nicer spot for our second date, promise.” 

Steve’s blush is as pink as the sprinkle that’s still stuck at the corner of his mouth. Eddie doesn’t wait for his retort, just shuts the door and makes for home, grinning like a maniac.

🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕

Tagging some ppl who expressed interest last time: @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon @steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos

Part 3

[cosmicviolencce]

─── ❝ training lessons. bellamy blake. ❞

summary: it was usual for you to take training lessons with your friend bellamy, and he was more than willing to teach you. but what you didn't expect was his reaction when you refused to surrender.

─ warnings: violence (safe training), swearing, smut, unprotected sex, nsfw, bellamy x fem!reader.

notes: this isn't just my first fanfic ever posted, but it's also my FIRST post on tumblr omgg, anyways, english is not my first language and bla bla bla, just hope you enjoy it <3 (based on season three opening!)

word count: 2.6k

"not here," bellamy murmured after you punched his hard left chest. instead, he pointed at the cavity between your breasts, "here."

you tried again, only to be kicked in your foot halfway, taking you to the ground.

"too distracted," he said, making you groan in annoyance. "imma give you a second chance. stand."

you look at him from the ground, his toned form towering you with all his aura, curled hair dripping sweat until droplets slide down his strong jawline.

his voice was rough, demanding. even if you were his bestfriend, he'd treat you like a soldier whenever he would teach you something. it's just the way he is. you stand quickly, exhaustion making your knees falter. you take away some hair from your sweaty face before returning to position, clenched fists in front of your face to defend yourself from his quick moves.

a deep breath, and you attacked again.

it was a good punch on his rib, you took advantage of a moment of vulnerability. then, one kick in the other rib, making him stagger. he groaned but responded quickly, grabbing your leg the moment you tried to give your last move, and took both of you to the ground.

he would finish you, but your competitive senses were loud even in your exhaustion. you gathered strength in your heels, rolling you two on the ground and taking advantage again.

your arms were around his neck, locking him in your grip.

"got it. say it, surrender," you murmured with triumph, your quick breath ghosting over his skin.

he tried one, two times, grabbing your heels around his waist as you held him from behind. he did it at the third, releasing himself from your grip and locking your arms behind your body with his knees keeping your legs spread. you mumbled something unsavory. was it his smell of the warmth of his body that got you so distracted it came to this?

"go on. say it," he panted out, lips casually brushing against your ear. "you used to be better at this."

"just... tired." you grumbled, breathing between gritted teeth. he laid you two down on the ground, pressing your face against the cold floor and causing you to gasp. he leaned closer to your face.

"come on, don't wanna spend all night here."

you sighed, hoping there was a way to change this situation. you didn't want to lose again. closing your eyes, you tried to think.

pherhaps if you lifted your heels just a bit up, you'd hit his balls. you moved it up and down, but bellamy quickly understood what you intended. he took one of his hands from the grip on your wrists, taking a hold of your hair and pulling your ponytail, making your head tilt back. you whine, face contorted in pain, but the heat in your tummy only got stronger.

"are we playing dirty now?" he murmured.

"the enemy would," you justified, and he only pulled your hair tightly.

"say. it."

you swallowed, cheeks flushed.

"i... surrender," you said. your head was pulled back so hard you could barely speak, words coming out strangled. he let go, making you fall weak on the floor again. you squirmed, rolling to your back, tired eyes watching as he crossed the room to grab two bottles of water. you were surprised to find strength to catch one in the air, your whole body sore after hours of training.

your cheeks were still flushed, and you almost contorted in embarrassment at the memory of how much you enjoyed his rough hands on you.

he sat down at your side and you watched his chest rise and fall quickly. he offered his hand, maybe he saw you were too tired to sit by yourself. but his grip was too strong, which made you raise an eyebrow. he smirked, leaning closer until he was sat at your lap. your bottle fell to the side and he grabbed your two wrists now, placing them on your chest, keeping you trapped.

"one more," he asked, looking at you with pleading eyes and a hint of amusement.

"no."

he growled, placing a kiss under your ear that made you shiver. his voice was hoarse.

"please." one kiss on your neck. you turned your face to the side, having a feeling that the next one would be at your lips. and you couldn't let him.

"no. bellamy..." you murmured in an warning tone.

things were getting different, and though he had already kissed your skin multiple times, it never made your body feel so warm. and he felt that.

"just one more," he purred, turning your face back at him, his eyes switching between your big rounded eyes and your beautiful lips. his brows lifted, making his forehead wrinkle behind all those pretty curls, "you have to get better at this."

"tomorrow." your words were getting weaker and weaker, a giggle escaping from your lips when he kissed your neck again. it wasn't your fighting teacher, it was only your best friend.

your sweet bellamy.

he smiled tenderly, sucking at the spot between your neck and your shoulder. you gasped, your back arching against the cold floor.

"bellamy..." you tried again, though you had no strength left in your body to fight his broad frame.

but he wasn't interested on another round anymore. his lips traveled over your neck, your collarbone, one of his hands playing with the straps of your tank top.

"bellamy."

he was lost already, his hands clinging to you like he needed to feel that you were really there, underneath him. and the heat in your body only grew, the pulsating between your legs beating painfully, your body naturally craving for his skilled hands to soothe you the way you've always dreamed of.

he bit your skin, making you giggle. you felt his lips curl against his skin.

"the hell are you doing? if someone gets in-"

he laughs.

"yeah, like they have every night we trained," he said, sarcastically. no one's ever got in. not this late.

"well, actually, i don't care if someone gets in because nothing will happen," you tried to sound convincing.

"fight me, then. just one more time. and i'll leave," he defied, brows raised in a wicked suggestion. you sighed, looking inside his eyes and trying to decide, between mind and heart, if you actually wanted him to stop, to leave your body there, untouched by the cold wind.

without a word, you made your decision. your head leaned back against the floor in surrender and his smirk only grew. your thighs rubbed together in an attempt to soothe the aching need between them.

bellamy leaned closer, still trapping you beneath him. he pressed his lips tenderly against yours, lingering there until he decided it was safe to move. he pulled back and pressed another kiss, his breathing now turning deeper, his nose rubbing against your cheek. you parted your lips, and he huffed a chuckle before taking the opportunity quickly and sliding his tongue inside your mouth gracefully.

he tasted you, savored your sweet taste for a deliciously long moment and sucked at your lower lip before pulling back.

"was that okay?" he purred, eyes shining at you.

"yes," you answered shyly, "do that again."

he smiled. there was nothing in the world that could make him feel better than the acknowledgment that he was being good to you, that he was the one to give you this kind of pleasure. it was the kind ot fantasy that ran trough his mind every night before his sleep.

"yes, ma'am."

he grabbed the back of your head to deepen the kiss, both hands releasing your wrists. both of you knew you'd never try to stop him now. both of your hands went to the back of his head, feeling the soft curls under your palms. it was surely one of your favorite things about him.

his kiss was demanding, always getting deeper and rougher, sucking and biting at your lips like a starving man. it made you quiver. wet sounds filled your ears, your breath quickening at every second. his fingers found the hem of your tactel shorts, not having trouble removing them since you lifted your hips almost instantly. quick exhales left his beautiful parted lips, and you felt your cheeks blush under the heavy feeling of his eyes taking you in. but it wasn't enough, he needed more.

craved for his bestfriend so much it felt almost unbearable to control himself, so eager to see if you would look just how he so often imagined.

you quickly realized it, not waiting for him to remove your tank top. you did it yourself. the sensation of the cold wind against your recently freed breasts making you shiver.

"fucking hell," he breathed out, air seeming to run away from his lungs. "so fucking beautiful. been waiting for this for so long."

he touched them, at first as if he thought it was a simple mirage. then, he squeezed them so tightly it made you gasp.

"tease," he mumbled, pinching at your nipple. you could feel the humidity pooling at your panties, he squeezed your breasts until the turned into red flesh between his fingers, "fucking tease."

you moaned, that tiny and pityful sound almost making him lose his mind. he smirks, using only one hand to sneak into your panties. he wouldn't let go of your beautiful breasts so soon. his middle finger slid down your soaked folds, easily opening for him.

he hummed in satisfaction, his purr turning into a growl.

"did you ever get this wet for me before?" he asked with a glint of cockiness in his eyes. you nodded shyly.

"you'd be surprised," your words only made his smile widen, and he dug his fingers deeper inside your cunt.

"i'm not, actually," he comment with a shrug. he'd sound nonchalant if you didn't know him so well. "could always guess when this cunt was wet for me. just didn't imagine it was this wet." he made you smile, and his finger curled so deep inside you that you clenched around him, and all he did was imagine how it would feel around his cock. "tight."

you whined when his thumb brused against your clit, hips lifting against his hand.

"please," you squirmed again, "let's just get on with this. need you so much it hurts," you said openly. he freed his cock with one hand, resentfully removing it from your breasts. he chose to keep rubbing our clit and stroked his hard cock slowly, pulling your panties to the side to focuse on your glistening pussy while that.

"just because we're in a hurry." he explained while positioning his tip at your entrance, "imma have my time with you later," it was a promise almost in a warning tone, dangerous and rough. but the words did nothing but fill you with anticipation.

"okay," you nodded, submitting easily, "okay."

"good," he looked down at you, kneeled between your legs. his lips parted as he moved in slowly rolled his hips and you gasped silently, cursing under your breath.

you could feel every inch of his cock entering you slowly, and bellamy growled as he felt your walls relent easily. you needed him so much, your warm pussy embraced his pulsating cock. he couldn't wait anymore, and his hips pulled back before dragging forward again

"fuck," you panted, knees unconsciously squeezing until you found his body between you. he noticed, holding your thighs and placing them behind his body, the position allowing him to sink even deeper inside you. you moaned loudly, almost too much. "fuck, bellamy-"

"'s that okay, baby?" he asked tenderly under his breath, rubbing your clit again so that you'd take him better. you couldn't speak, so you just nodded with the sweetest whines. your parted lips tried to mumble words, but the overwhelming feeling of his large cock coming in and out made the butterflies go crazy. "taking me so well. fucking shit. just like i thought you would."

you smile, biting your lip. "you shouldn't be thinking this kind of things."

"oh, but i do. a lot," he thrusted deeply, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars. he growls as you clench your walls around him, the raw feeling of his dick filling you up would made the heat in your tummy grow at every second. the tightness made him growl, and he knew what that meant. he wanted to be slow, to feel every inch of your warm pussy in a delicious rythim, to work you up with his teasings, but he couldn't, not when he was so desperate, when he waited for this every single day since you landed on earth.

so he rolled his hips faster, finding a new angle that made you arch your back further against the floor. wet sounds filled the room, and he could swear he'd never seen someone this soaked before.

if filled him with pride.

"gonna take my time with you, next time," he murmured between gritted teeth, his tongue sliding on his lower lip, "remember that."

"bell..." you cried out when he circled your swelled clit, his other hand coming to the side of your face and stroking your sweaty scalp. you leaned against his palm, feeling the heat turning into a tension that spreaded all over your muscles, your face turning red, "fuck..."

his eyelids grew heavy at the feeling of your tightness, your cunt embracing his cock so sweetly.

"jesus, princess."

you looked up at him trough your watery eyelashes, swallowing hard at the sight. his wonderfully defined chest moved up and down, his eyes shutting as he tilted his head back. his black curls covered his eyes, and his dark skin was shining in sweat under the warm and weak light from the training room. his low, raspy sounds teared the way up to his throat. you were holding back till now. there was no way you wouldn't come at that vision.

you squirmed, your legs tigtened around his waist and he felt it, leaning down on your direction.

"'s okay, doll. 'm right here," he whispered against your ear, "come for me."

there was no going back from this point. the thick tension turned into a wave of release that relaxed your whole body, your cunt clenching around him in an almost inhuman way. your sweet sounds turned into cries, and you called for him when you reached your peak, his cock hitting your sweet spot several times in his own desperation. then you tried to breathe, hands falling to your sides in an attempt to take back your balance, to make sure you weren't floating in the space.

you were in the earth, in arkadia, and bellamy was still fucking you hard.

his sounds were louder now and he panted out mixed words before emptying himself inside you while you still came down from your own high, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his hand letting go of your clit to support his weight on the floor. "fuck. i love you."

"mhmm..." you whined, still dizzy, sore legs slowly falling to the ground and releasing him while he removed himself from your soaked center. he kissed your neck, putting his cock back inside his pants with a sigh.

he pulled your shorts back to your waist, reaching for your tank top and resentfully placing it on your arms, "here."

"thanks," you smiled weakly, an amused glint in your eyes.

your heart was still drumming violently on your chest, sweat rolling down your faces. he leaned to kiss your lips quickly, then pulled back after a quick kiss to your breasts before you put back your top. he helped you to sit, holding your hand.

and while you still fixed your clothes, the door opened. both of you looked at it quickly, eyes wide, and sinclair laughed.

"training hard, hm?" he gave what he thought it was a knowing smile, "that's the spirit."

he left after quickly taking something from a table, a devide surrounded by wires and these stuff. you two sat there, giggling like two idiots.

"hm... hey, bell?"

"what?"

"love you too."

[anemiaanemona]

Trouble Sleeping.

Character: Aventurine | Kakavasha.

Warnings: SFW, fem!reader, mention of nightmares and self harm, smoking. 

Blue sparkles flared and died down only to let the white flame shine in the darkness of the sleeping room. Aventurine lit a cigarette and put the lighter in a gold case, adorned with diamonds, on the nightstand, and drew on his cig. He heard a noise coming from your sleeping form and shivered. Aventurine turned back to see if you were awake. You didn't react to his fingers caressing your cheek, so he assumed you were in your dreams, and exhaled the smoke.

He couldn't hear the sound of your breathing – he could only feel the warm breath of yours tickling at his bare back. You were sleeping in a strange pose that troubled your breathing which resulted in terrible nightmares and you tossing in bed – that had always woken Aventurine up, so he could turn you over on your back and hug you. Usually, it helped.

Aventurine flicked the ash, and listened to the noises behind the door: laughing, happy voices of IPC workers, who were fussing around the dorm. The living area on the spaceship was never silent, and instead of usual annoyance, Aventurine felt relieved this time. In his moody, lost state he wished to hear sounds of people to remind himself that life was going on in endless triumph over death.

The smoke was stored under the ceiling, absorbed by air filters and ventilation belatedly. You hated him smoking: your face got that disgusted expression with your brows arched down and your nose wrinkled from the stench. Aventurine shrugged his shoulders. It was funny how he could clearly imagine your face; it was similar to his, when he had to look at the scars on your forearm. Aventurine tormented himself with guilt for his feelings towards your scars but he couldn't accept these vulgar deformities that didn't match your perfect image. He saw them in their true form: like canyons of torn up flesh with pieces of skin and bloody rivers.

Aventurine often thought about you, his relationship with you, and the words of others about you. They were right, he just needed to wait. You stopped being perky and cheerful in his presence some time after you two started dating, and he stopped being joyful and resourceful in your presence as well. It was better this way. There was no need to come up with jokes, try to make an impression and keep each other in constant interest in each other's person. The only issue that perplexed his heart was certain hesitation whether both of you truly loved each other or just endured each other's company to rot together in silence behind the closed doors.

He dismissed these thoughts. There was no point in a depressive mood. Aventurine realized the fact that meeting you was the only bright event in his life. Only you could accept him in his true way, forgive his every mistake and insultive word, and apologize first after a fight.

You rubbed your eyes and squinted them, trying to see the time. You moved closer to Aventurine and hugged him, crossing your hands on his tummy and snuggling your head in his back. “Still awake?” You mumbled, rubbing your hot cheek on his cold skin.

“I love you.” Aventurine said suddenly, putting the ashtray on the floor. He turned around to you, and kissed you, still drowsy from the sleep.

You responded lazily to his astringent kiss, broke it off only to whisper how much you loved him too. For Aventurine it was enough. He ran his fingers through your hands, held it to his face and kissed the densed skin on your scars, then returned to your sweet lips.

[bleubrri]

grocery shoppin’ baby-time fluff with bo \^o^/

before you even turn onto the aisle, you can hear your daughter squealing with laughter. bokuto is crouched in front of the cart, meticulously balancing an absurd amount of blueberry yogurt pots in his arms which she apparently finds hilarious. her heels kick back against the metal below her seat and the whole cart jolts from her excitement.

you stroll up, a poorly subdued smile etched onto your lips as your boyfriend struggles to clear the last few from the shelf.

“you realise we’re not buying all that, right?”

kotarous eyes dart up to where you’re leaning against the cart, smoothing your fingers over your baby’s hair. he pouts, yogurt tucked under his chin as he stands to face you, “it’s her favourite.”

you chuckle, reaching for one of the packs cradled in his arms. “last week her favourite was peach-mango. and the week before, she would rather throw yogurt in your face than eat it.”

bokuto counters your argument, “okay that was once, and i’ve got a feeling blueberry is the new wave. trust me on this, babe.” he grins at his little girl, babbling and waving her fists in agreement. you’re unconvinced.

you smirk, remembering empty yogurt pots littering his desk and berry flavoured kisses when he’d pick you up in the mornings. “oh yeah, whys that?”

bo puffs out his chest, strides over to your place beside the cart and confidently unloads his haul with the rest of the groceries. (which—now that you’re looking— seem to have been given a similar treatment, if the months supply of cereal boxes and apocalypse-prep level of crackers are anything to go by).

“because,” he drawls, “it’s in her blood! right, muffin?” he blinks expectantly at your daughter, who kicks her heels even more fiercely and giggles up at her daddy.

bokuto beams, scooping your little bundle of sunshine into his arms, turning to you with her perched on his hip and a smug smile on his face. “see?”

you roll your eyes playfully, reaching out to tickle the rounded tummy underneath her dungarees, “okay traitor, majority rules.” and dropping the pack that you’d swiped into the cart.

you watch with a droopy gaze as he spins her around in triumph, bubbly laughter filling the aisle and your heart squeezing in your chest. oh, you love them so much. you wonder if she’ll ever comprehend it, if he could ever understand all that he’s given you. you think you could burst into tears right here, feel your heart melt under your ribs and pool out at your fingertips right in the dairy aisle, watching bokuto babble nonsense at your baby like it’s the most important thing in the world.

he nods solemnly, leaning in to whisper, “tell mama we got the cookies she likes.”

you laugh, reaching out at the grabby hands made in your direction. “let’s get out of here before you two bankrupt us.”

~

“how could you do this to me?” bokuto whines, chin against the table and shoulders slumped in defeat.

you fight the smile that wants to emerge as you spoon the last of the yogurt into your daughters mouth. the dinner table has a pile of unopened yogurt packs in the corner, and a much larger trail of empty pots surrounding where bokuto slumps. he looks expectantly at the little girl perched in her high chair with strawberry-banana residue smeared onto her cheeks. she claps her hands and gurgles.

you make a show of wiping her down and chattering to her, “wasn’t that yummy! shall we try a new one tomorrow, hm?”

kotarou drops his forehead to the table with a resounding thud, muttering to himself, “i think i’m gonna throw up..”

even when she gets a little older and will eat most flavours without much fuss, there’s the odd pot of blueberry that remains untouched until after her dinner, when she’ll proudly deposit it in front of bokutos place and state that “daddy can eat it!”

he doesn’t have the heart to refuse her. he accepts it with vigour, “oh you treasure! thank you for sharing, baby.” and spoons down every mouthful as she watches him with glittering eyes that match his own. it’ll never fail to make you laugh when she totters off and his face drops into a groan, pushing the infernal blue pot as far away as possible.

[plutolichen]

[THaUC24] Parenting Mishaps

This year I participated in The Hobbit: an Unexpected Collaboration!

Goes with this wonderful fic by the talented @bishkebab. Excerpt below:

On Monday morning Legolas rolls out of bed after the maximum number of snoozes and elbows his way into the bathroom amongst his erstwhile siblings to claim his spot at the sink; once his hair is sufficiently tamed he disappears back into the bedroom that he shares with Bain to dress. He comes downstairs in a sweep of dramatic triumph, outfitted impeccably: black cargo pants tucked into new Doc Martens, deliberately low-slung to better show off the crop top and his exposed navel. He gets to the bottom of the stairs and rounds the corner to the kitchen, already smelling coffee, and then he stops. His dad is sitting on the kitchen counter top, perched in his customary spot next to the sink, his legs crossed comfortably and his favorite mug steaming with coffee in his hands. Bard is leaning casually by the refrigerator with his own mug, saying something soft that makes Thranduil laugh as he takes a sip. Stretched obscenely tight across Bard's chest, and similarly taut on Thranduil's shoulders, matching crop tops proclaim Baby Slut. "Mornin', sleepyhead," says Bard, looking up as if he's just noticed Legolas's presence. "Good morning, lief," says Thranduil, smiling at him over the curling steam from his coffee mug. "I hope you have slept well." "Oh my God," says Legolas in disgust, and stomps upstairs to go change.

Bard tummy hee hee...........

@fellowshipofthefics

[breezybangtanbebe]

❤️‍🔥Caramel Kisses❤️‍🔥 Hyungwon

Tag: Hyungwon x OC Aria, teasing and some sexy banter, food play and raw bath tub sex 😋

2.1k words

"Open your mouth."

Aria's sultry voice echoes softly in the dimly lit bathroom and steam swirled around their bodies nestled from the waist down in suds.

"Open my mouth, please?" Hyungwon perks his brow and Aria narrows her gaze.

"I wasn't asking.." she responds and Hyungwon chuckles darkly as his eyes fell from her adorably frustrated expression to the glistening melanin that dripped in bubbles and sweat.

A flame flickers in his hooded gaze as she straddled him, her wide hips encapsulating his lithe form beneath her in the steamy bath water.

Her body was something that most men only dreamed of witnessing up close. Superior genetics could be the only explanation for how someone with such a small waist could possess such hips, ass, and thick thighs.

Her breasts were the perfect size as well, hanging naturally and sexily with symmetrically round brown nipples that hardened inches from his face.

"Oh? So we're being difficult tonight, I see..." he chuffs and Aria shrugs one shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now do you want this?" She deflects and waves the scorched sugar coated fingers in front of Hyungwon but his eyes don't follow them.

They remain on her face with heat that rivaled the several tiny flames glimmering deep in his dark irises.

"Or not..." she adds and Hyungwon leans back into the slope of the tub, allowing the water to creep over his abs. Looking her up and down, his tongue glides over his top lip slowly.

"You know what the fuck I want....."

The subtle jolt of arousal between Aria's legs at the way that little dirty word rolled from Hyungwon's pretty lips has her clenching and its as if Hyungwon could feel her body needing him as much as he needed her.

The small peaks of bubbles parted as he dipped his hands from her waist to sink below the water.

"Stop playing with me, Baby...I didn't come all this way for sweets..." He rasps.

Hyungwon tilts his head to watch his hands slosh and coast over her supple skin through the sparkling ripples, marveling at the contrast between their differing complexions.

As deep and as rich as the caramel lingering on his tongue against his creamy fairness.

His obsession, beyond her pigment, but the feeling. The soft and smoothness. Not a flaw to be felt but even if there was, Hyungwon would embrace it as perfection.

He loved the way no matter how hard he squeezed her, barely a mark was left. Which only challenged him to try harder. Like now.

He kneads her flesh like a baker kneads his dough and bites his lip at how much of her filled his large hands with every not so gentle squeeze.

A hand at his throat distracts him from her body suddenly, replacing it with her sultry and stern expression.

Aria smirks.

"You'll get more than sweets if you do what I say...."

Hyungwon found her attempts at asserting her dominance cute most times. Thats just the type of women she was and he wouldn't change her. But when his dick was hard and lodged in the space between her pillow soft lips and his tummy, his naturally dominant nature strained to push through.

Speaking of push....

Hyungwon's gaze drops to where their bodies met, admiring the way her puffy pink bud swelled beyond her seam.

Her pussy was so beautiful to him. A Neapolitan contrast of decadent brown and the most vibrant shade of pink he'd ever seen. It was no wonder why he had such a sweet tooth.

Hyungwon's lips part just enough for him to inhale shakily as he pushed her body towards him, forcing her pelvis down and the face of her heat flush against the underside of his dick.

It draws a line up his length, making both of them gasp in unison from the friction. More so a breathy moan from Aria, who had been neglecting the ache down there since mounting him.

"Shit.." she hisses between her teeth and Hyungwon smiles up at her sexily with triumph.

"You were saying?" He perks his brow.

Along with his teasing tone, Hyungwon continues slowly coaxing her to grind against him and his eyes lock on the little waves their motion creates in the water.

After a few seconds, Aria scowls down at him and places her palm between his pecs to prevent him from moving her any higher. Although he was much stronger than her, Hyungwon resists.

"Eyes up here." She commands and he only obeys because her face was probably his favorite place for his eyes to settle next to her pussy.

He waits patiently for her to dip her fingers back into the little jar set on the ledge of the tub. His swollen upper lip spreads into a smile much sweeter than the melted caramel dripping over her knuckles.

"Now open..." she purrs and with his eyes locked with hers, Hyungwon opens his mouth just barely and Aria smears the dollop of caramel over his bottom lip.

His tongue chased her finger tip as it swiped over the small mess she made of his mouth and Aria giggles as she brought it to her mouth suck any remnants away.

Such a tease.

"Hmm...More." Hyungwon says after he'd licked it all from his lips, sounding primal and impatient for something other than her fingers. Aria smirks around the two fingers caught between her lips.

"More..please?" She mimics his chastising tone from before and Hyungwon rolls his eyes.

She'd cut her hair recently, and the long straight hair from before had been replaced by a newly grown crop of curls that spiraled all around her face.

When they were wet, they hung loose and shined against the candlelight in a way that Hyungwon couldnt resist running his hands through.

He leans up just enough to toy with a coil between his fingers, pulling it gently to revel in the satisfaction of watching it spring back into place.

His hand ventures further and as he did, Aria leans into his touch and her almond eyes flutter at the feeling of his fingers against her scalp. This was a level of intimacy he craved the way one would crave the caramel lingering on his tongue.

“See? You don’t have to act like all tough with me, gorgeous. I see you…” Hyungwon purrs with his long fingers still weaving through her sodden curls.

Her soft almond shaped eyes always drew him in and the high bridge of her rounded nose was criminally adorable to him.

And then her lips, the ones he planned to bite the exact way she bit them now.

It had taken some persuasion over time to convince Aria to stay with him tonight. She wasn't the type of woman to tie down and as much she enjoyed her time with Hyungwon, it was more exciting for her to always leave him wanting rather than giving in.

But Hyungwon was a patient man.

"Im not acting. Now open..." she opts to say and Hyungwon complies. His mirrored smirk still plays on his lips as they part for her just enough for her caramel coated fingers to press against his tongue.

His taste buds ignite at the taste of her skin more than the warm confection spreading over his tongue. Lips like pillows wrap around the digits and suck shamelessly as he hummed in approval from deep in his throat as he swallows.

"Mmmmhm.." he growls and the slickness between her thighs mixed naughtily with the water between them and she can feel a pulse where Hyungwon's erection pressed against her heat.

"More." He demands softly and she smirks before leaning in to kiss him. Though he probably meant more of the caramel from the jar sitting in the candle warmer, Hyungwon takes no issue in tasting his lover's tongue. She rolls it against his as well as her hips, rocking her center against his sinuously.

The pads of his fingers dig into her flesh and he earns a startled yelp against his lips that grants him access to deepen the kiss with the tilt of his head.

Water sways higher towards the tubs edge the more Hyungwon rocked her body against his, sliding the girth of his shaft against her pussy at a steady rhythm.

Her clit sings with sensation the more he rubbed himself against her and she calls his name breathily against his tongue.

Until finally, the tip of his dick pushes straight through her entrance and fills her in every way she needed.

Aria pulls back to bask in his welcomed intrusion, her bottom lip scraping between her teeth as he filled her to the hilt. A grunt that was too sexy to be fair juts from Hyungwon's chest and his head falls back to relish in the warmth and tightness that embraced him between her thighs.

She was so perfect for him.

Despite what she thought before.

Despite her denying their attraction.

Despite her resisting the inevitable spark that ignited whenever the two were alone.

They might not ever be together on any official terms.

But she was his and Hyungwon would take his sweet time in unraveling every barrier she held between them. Starting with this.

"Say it..." He rasps against her mouth, steadying his grip on her writhing hips.

He moves beneath her slowly at first, flexing upward and rolling into her. She meets him half way every time and the water surrounding them threatened to overflow onto the bathroom floor.

Not that it mattered.

They were both too deep in the ocean of each others gazes to care about the mess.

"'Mmm..." Aria exhales but shakes her head as she ground against him. Hyungwon could tell that she was resisting. From the way she tried to control his rhythm and how deep he could reach, to how her jaw clenched from holding in the sounds she really wanted to make.

He doesn't respond to her defiance with words but only with his body. The hands at her waist lift from the water and press flat against her back, forcing her chest to press firmly against his, and she yelps at the feeling of him slipping deeper than before.

The water was now splashing carelessly onto the floor, extinguishing some of the candles as Hyungwon upped his ante.

Aria has little range of motion and her only choice is to cling to Hyungwon's sculpted shoulders as he fucks her deep and intimately with his lips teasing the skin of her diamond studded earlobe.

Her entire body tingles with pleasure and excitement as the dominance she fought against took over.

"Say it baby...." His rough and deep voice fills her mind, all while driving himself into her over and over. Her moans and water spilled over endlessly and all it takes is for Hyungwon hit her square on her deepest place for her to finally let go.

"Fuck....Hyungwon..Yes...Hyungwon...Baby...." She whimpers as she came, and her walls squeeze him disrespectfully tight. He stalls for a moment to keep himself from cumming, groaning pitifully with his eyes screwed shut. He turns his head to lean into hers, steadily adorning her throat with open mouth kisses that seemed to merely serve as a distraction for himself.

His dick pulse to the beat of Aria’s galloping heart, her warmth hugging him tight. It wouldnt take much.

One move snd he would succumb to the inevitable. But he manages to delay his release in favor of talking Aria down from hers.

"So fucking beautiful.." he murmurs against her wet skin, dragging his lips from her throat to her cheek before planting the softest kiss there.

His breathing deepens and his hold on her wet body goes slack, but he continues to stroke her, slowly now to allow her to come down from her high.

Only to go right back to pounding into her sensslessly. Her orgasm loosened her body up just enough for the ride to be seamless and he touches her in places even she never reached.

It didnt matter to Hyungwon if he came. That wasnt what he craved most when he was near her. It was only her pleasure he sought.

Feeling her surrounding him in every way possible.

Hearing her voice, whether its to chastise or praise him.

Tasting her, never mattering if it would be her fingers in his mouth or her sex. He needed it all.

He needed her.

Just as much as she'd never admit how much she needed him too.

So as the steam in the bathroom cleared..

The bubbly suds dissipated..

And the water cooled to lukewarm..

Neither of them cared to move an inch as long as they were connected , chasing infinity..

[gracesimp]

Could i request Alec Hardy? Maybe reader is feeling a little down and Alec tries to cheer them up by giving her compliments about their body and how cute they are? (It doesn't have to be smut if you don't want to.)

Also, I really like your content. 💥

to love you

alec hardy x fem!reader

summary: reader is feeling a little insecure. Alec cheers her up in the best possible way.

Alec Hardy was pretty notorious in the small town of Broadchurch for being the no-nonsense, broody detective. The most affection he had shown to someone in public had been an awkward pat on the back when one of his coworkers did well.

But, in private, with only one person, he found his hardened exterior diminished completely, replaced with soft half lidded eyes and adoring glances.

"Darlin', is everything alright?" He calls out as he sits on the bed in only his briefs.

It had started with a little kiss. And then some touching. Alec's hand running down her curves, her fingers tugging at his hair. But it ended when a nearly naked Alec was desperately trying to unbutton his partner's top. Her hand grabbed his softly and she quickly excused herself to the en-suite hotel bathroom. That was nearly ten minutes ago.

Slowly, the door creaks open and Y/n walks out in only a robe. Alec quickly looks up, a soft smile on his lips as he sees her, but it's replaced with a little frown when he notices the way she fidgets with her fingers.

"What's wrong?" He asks softly, his knees digging into the mattress as Y/n stands in front of him, looking a little shy.

"I'm just feeling a little..." She trails off, her heart thumping as she avoids his eyes. "I don't like my body much today." She eventually confesses, her voice small.

Alec's eyebrows shoot up, as if he had heard something completely unbelievable. "You don't? Why not?" He prods softly, shifting on the bed so he's kneeling, his face close to her neck.

A little sigh leaves Y/n's lips, and she blinks back tears. "My belly is bloated, my thighs are-" She can't even finish the sentence as a tear wiggles down her cheek. "Sorry."

Using his rough, calloused hands, he slowly tugs at the robe, his eyes looking up at her, asking if she was okay with this. When she makes no objection, he removes the robe, watching as it falls to the floor and pools around her feet. "This belly?" He asks, his finger running down it teasingly slow, making her suck in a breath. Alec smirks, but looks at her with an air of innocence. "This cute, sexy belly?" He continues as her face heats up.

"it's not cute nor sexy." Y/n denies in a stubborn mumble, but her lips twitch up despite herself.

Letting out a deep chuckle, Alec shakes his head. "Oh, but, love. I disagree." He places his lips softly on her tummy, and Y/n scrunches her nose to try and hide her smile. He places soft, gentle kisses all over her stomach causing Y/n to finally erupt into a fit of giggles as his scruff tickles her belly. He smirks in triumph, pulling back and looking up at her again.

"I don't like you very much." She says with a smile.

"Well, I love you." He states, his hands now grabbing her hips. "What else did you say you didn't like? your thighs?" Y/n merely rolls her lips together, and Alec neither waits for a response as he attacks her thighs with his lips.

His girlfriend giggles louder when he playfully nibbles at the flesh delicately. She looks down at him, her eyes full of love, and she cannot help herself as the urge to run her fingers through his hair consumes her.

"I love you," She whispers, using both of her hands to cup his face, dragging his head up to meet hers.

The detective grins cheekily. "I know." Her thumb rubs his cheek soothingly, but he suddenly yanks her down onto the bed by her hips, and she squeals in surprise before laughing.

[archivedblog16]

a trick the writers use to make Charlie look better is have all the other characters act stupider than her, so she looks smart and right by comparison. The whole court room session was the 2nd dumbest scene after the “no one not even angles know how they can be killed” plotline. No one knows how people get into heaven and it’s really fucking stupid, they didn’t kill, eat or SA anyone like every fucking sinner have. Why isnt Angel in heaven? Because he must’ve killed people when he was alive, isn’t he suppose to be a mobster back in the 1940s? They’re not the type of people you want to miss around with. That’s not a mistake taking a life shouldn’t be a mistake, it’s a crime. You can’t say everyone deserve a second chance and people make mistake. It doesn’t fucking work. “If hell is forever than heaven must be a lie, if angles can whatever and remain in the sky” is bullshit because Lucifer is proof angels can’t do whatever and angels can be killed. Vaggie’s exile is the mistake, she was exiled because she showed mercy and was punished by lute and left to die in hell. Vaggie should’ve been the ace in the hole (sorry hot topic and viv ace in the hole has never phase ace people use and never will be it’s when someone has a hidden ability or triumph card) for Charlie’s case but vaggie is also given the idiot card worse than any other character.

Adam is written to be stupid and someone you want to see get taken down. It worked but than rewatching it again, he’s not wrong. Charlie cannot guarantee that when sinners enter heaven they won’t just snap and kill heaven occupants. The extermination are wrong but it’s hard to believe they’re wrong about demons being genocide every years when they kill/sa each other all the time. If angels weren’t killing them they’d be doing it to each other. That’s a lot of trust to put on strangers that were essentially ex-convicts/sex offenders. It’s a promise she can’t guarantee or keep.

free will is a theme the show throws around without knowing what it means, Lucifer gave people free will and as consequence evil was unleashed into the world and he was punished for it. Was that a mistake? Was disobeying the natural order a mistake? (I hate how there’s no god, don’t try to make a show about redemption and not include God, it’s like making cereal without cereal, so your just drinking straight milk and your tummy starts to ache and you get diarrhea) or was Lucifer dipping on sinners because he got sad that they didn’t live up to his expectations, a mistake? He gave people the freedom to choose and think for themselves, but was sad they choose evil. Is humanity being allowed to choose to be good or evil not free will? Pilot alastor made a good argument “the life they lived was the chance they were given and the punishment is this” lucifer unleashed evil and he had the free will to reform or protect sinner he choose not to. No one is right or wrong and that’s not bad writing. What is bad writing is making one side the obvious good and smart guys and the other side painfully bad and stupid guys.

Vivziepop and writers don’t have the other characters actually question Charlie and when in a rare case they do question her (for example: Lucifer), Charlie guilts them. “It’s all about second chances guys!!” Or they don’t even have Charlie address anything at all and move on to the next scene, framing her like she was right the whole time.

The writers also would say one thing like the hotel is not working then conveniently switch it up to make Charlie look better. For example: Angel Dust, the start of his arc is in episode 4, Masquerade. Now, conveniently in episode 5, Dad Beat Dad he is suddenly open to everyone and episode 6, Welcome to Heaven: he no longer does drugs despite literally in episode 5, Vaggie mentions she almost found all of Angel’s drug stash. Such rushed and nonexistent development.

The whole Heaven not knowing what gets people in their world is embarrassing, Vivziepop and the writers think they are being nuanced and grey but it’s the opposite. Why should the audience even care about Charlie and the sinners’ redemption storyline if Heaven has no idea what they are doing. Adam’s “rules” of: sticking to man, act selfless, and don’t steal: anyone in Hell can easily fake that if that all that takes. Also beatitudes and Ten Commandments are right there, but that would mean changing Adam’s character a bit as Heaven allows him to swear and be foul.

The only reason why Angel is still in Hell is because of lore™️ reasons and he is still under Valentino’s contract. Least be real, it would be extremely underwhelming if he died so early. Charlie’s ideals are very black and white; same with Adam (as much as I like him and agree with him). Adam repeats the notion that there is no defying their fates and in their human life, they had a chance to be better. Which leads me to my next question: what gets you into Hell? Can it be as simple as swearing or being mean to someone?

As for Adam’s point for sinners having their chance to be better in the human world, anything can happen. Not everyone has a simple life, some live in abusive households, were forced or coerced against their will to do something. Would those people in these scenarios make it to Heaven because Heaven doesn’t know what they are doing. Situations like this are very complex which why it is important that Charlie actually learns about the sinner’s human lives and if redemption is possible for them.

Emily/Charlie’s Heaven is a lie song is mainly a gotcha towards Lute/Sera and mainly Adam. But yeah you are right regarding Lucifer, I didn’t even think of that. Lucifer is at least the first angel mess up and received consequences but then the more you think about it you realize “oh Wait second… Lilith is in Heaven again” despite being apart this whole apple scenario with Lucifer. (I know Lilith isn’t an angel but food for thought).

Vaggie being exiled for not killing a kid (whether sinner or hellborn) is dumb. Keep mind, she wasn’t new at this, why does she suddenly have a change in heart. The more I think about that scene, I have more questions than answers. Vaggie being ace is interesting, maybe she can both lesbian and ace. Anon, you always correct me if that’s possible. Cute head cannon. Alastor’s reason for being ace is just stereotypical.

Adam HAS so much potential and nuance it’s not even funny. Speaking about him, for example episode 8, the show must go on. Charlie is all about second chances except with Adam. Charlie tells her dad to stop beating up Adam and you would think Charlie, herself would gently go him and give him a second chance, they can start over, etc. Then Adam would brush her off, tell her to piss off, blah, blah. She does none of that! Did Charlie just pity Adam that badly? Why stop her dad from beating him up, if you aren’t going to give a second chance? He was going to die regardless.

After Charlie stops her dad, the cast literally watches Adam have a mental breakdown and judging him then Niffty stabs. It was like bruh “are you serious?” As much as I like Lucifer, he is such a mixed bag especially it comes with the topic of free will. He sounds regretful and doesn’t want Charlie heading the same path as him but at the same time sounds salty about Heaven in general and that they didn’t bend over backwards for his “dream.” The show tries and guilt trip the audience to be sad for Lucifer when it’s deserved. Vivziepop and the writers purposely made that aspect about Lucifer vague, so I guess we will find out the truth probably around season 3-4. He of all people shouldn’t be surprised if sinners misuse their free will, acting like he had nothing to do with that.

Edit, 10/28/24: Anon, I think it’s best there is no god. Narratively, it makes sense God in the Bible plays an important role and is responsible for multiple things. I don’t trust Vivziepop and I’ve seen the popular Hazbin’s God design it’s a twink with multiple eyes with a bow tie 😂